#billy should kill him again

[givehimthemedicine]

the funny thing about The Sauna Test is that Billy would have acted exactly like that if he wasn't possessed

[wonderjanga]

Head to the Wall Over and Over Until There’s a Dent

Harvey didn’t know how they ended up in an alley in Iowa of all places, let alone the one city there that had multiple heroes that patrolled. Currently, he was hiding out in an alley when suddenly some kid came by.

Billy: *walks past before stopping and walking backwards so he could take a good look at him*

Billy and Two Face/Harvey: *staring at each other*

Billy: “Do I know you?”

Two Face: “No.”

Billy: “Yeah I do. You’re a lawyer, right?” *remembers Batman saying that about him but not remembering the part where he’s an actual villain*

Harvey: “Not anymore-”

Billy: “Great!”

Two Face: *peeved at him for interrupting them* “You little…”

Billy: “Can you sue someone for me?”

Harvey: “Who?”

Billy: “My uncle.”

Harvey: “What’d he do?”

Billy: “He stole all of my inheritance and then kicked me out so I became homeless.”

*silence*

Two Face: *looks over Billy* “You don’t look homeless.”

Billy: “Well, yeah. I have a job. I work at Whiz, a radio company here. That also means I can pay you!”

Two Face: *thinking about how he doesn’t want to do this*

Harvey: *thinking about how he does want to do this so they flip the coin and it lands on Harvey’s side* “Alright then. We’ll take the case.”

Billy:“Great! Let’s talk business in somewhere more discreet. Cmon.” *gestures for him to follow* “By the way, why do you mean ‘we’? Do you have a lawyer team?”

Two Face: “No, we’re two different people.”

Billy: “Oh. Cool.”

The two walked out of the alley and started walking on the sidewalk. Both Harvey and Two Face were a little surprised at the lack of stares and running away they received.

Two Face: “No one’s batting an eye at us.”

Billy: “Why would they?”

Two Face: *gives him a look that suggests it should be obvious*

Billy: *raises a brow with a confused expression*

Turns out, the “discreet” place they were going to talk business in was a diner. They went in and sat at a booth. Billy skimmed through the menu and ordered a milkshake before handing the menu to them.

Billy: “You gonna get a milkshake too?”

Harvey: *takes out their coin, flips it and it lands on Two Face’s side* “No.”

Billy: “Your loss. They’re pretty good.”

They soon started talking business and made a plan of how they would sue the pants off Ebenezer. When that was done, they got to work collecting evidence to help them win the case. In the end, they won and left the courthouse with Billy richer and with the widest smile in the world. Billy gave him a portion of the money and they went their separate ways.

Billy: “Bye Mr. Dent! Bye Mr. Two Face!” *runs off with a comically large money bag*

Geez, Harvey nearly forgot what it was like to be lawyer again. Anyways, back to crime. But not before one little thing.

Harvey/Two Face: *breaks in to Ebenezer’s house, does the little coin flip and it lands on Two Face’s side so he takes out his gun to kill Eben*

Batman: *appears from behind him* “Two Face. What are you doing in Fawcett?”

Harvey: “We were representing someone for a case.”

Batman: “How? Your license got revoked.”

Two Face: “We don’t even know. This towns crazy. In a good way.”

They unfortunately didn’t get to shoot Eben because Batman apprehended them and took them back to Gotham.

[iamspokenforbythedawgs]

Damian attempting to hold the marvel-Al Ghul marriage together like a child of divorce. There's no bad blood between Marvel and Ra's. It's like awkward exes being forced to talk during a party.

Specifically, damians birthday party ->

Marvel: *avoiding eye contact* So, Ra's.. what have you been up to?

Ra's: ...

Marvel: ...That's ni-

Damian: Tt. Grandfather, Jason has taught me that it is disrespectful to ignore your significant others. Please, respond to Grandmother.

Jason: *Glaring at Damian and mouthing threats*

Ra's: ..Jason *glares*

Jason: Damian, *sickly sweet* You know I meant that about people you're together with, not, divorced. *mouths I'll kill you*

Damian: Grandfather is still married to Grandmother. He should treat him as such, Jason.

Marvel: *coughs* Damian, me and your grandfather got married a very, very long time ago, we've only seen each other again a handful of months ago, our marriage is basically ended-

Damian: *hands clenched* So you disrespected the Al Ghul name and divorced?

Marvel: ..Well, no but-

Damian: Tt. So you are still married.

Marvel: Um.. *looking at Ra's with pleading eyes*

Ra's: *sighs* Damian, stop this nonsense.

Damian: But you are married. I am not incorrect, grandfather.

Que the most stressful staring contest of Billy's life that somehow resulted in Marvel standing side by side with Ra's and Damian

[getmeoutofhell]

Slashers getting jealous

i hope you enjoy these!! i made them with love and care ;)

Hannibal Lecter:

yeah, whoever made him feel that way is long gone. he’ll take you, tie you down and make you watch him kill that person in a very brutal sick way. he then will go on and tell you a heart filled message, while looking you in the eyes.

“you forced my hand dear.” oh yeah, make sure you enjoy his next meal. he made it special. 🥩

Will Graham:

he will become nonchalant (no joke), he will stop being him for a minute to process his emotions and how to deal with them. he’ll also become a rude bitch. not just to them, but to you as well.

“how would that make you feel?” he may even roll his eyes. soon, that person will come up missing. 🌪️

Billy Loomis:

takes it to a different level even in public. he will try to embarrass that person in-front of everyone. he takes your arm and you guys leave. if you try to talk to him, he’ll ignore you until he’s ready to talk.

“i want you to stay here, with me tonight.” only later to find out that there’s been a ghost face attack…with them being the first victim. 📞

Stu Marcher:

if you think will is gonna be nonchalant, lemme tell you about this guy. not only will he go crazy if someone takes to much of your time, he then will not talk to you for a little bit, which upsets you ofc.

“i think you should just stay away from that guy.” you can imagine what stu will do from there…📞

Micheal Myers:

death. just death. since he’s a lot older than you (probably) he won’t even waste time trying to explain that he’s jealous. he’ll just go and kill them.

you can feel him staring at you under his mask. very creepy. 🔪

Valak:

wow, valak? being jealous? not a change. now, let’s say you were trying to summon another demon. now we’re taking. as i say in all my post he’s very sneaky. which means not only will he banish that demon, he’ll also banish you as well.

have fun in hell with him. forever. 🪞

Art the Clown:

if you expect art to not get jealous you must be mistaken dear. he’s a man child, a big baby. but when he gets mad, he’s mad. he’ll take you and tie you in a chair. then, he peels the victims skin off piece by piece while laughing without a care.

he will later surprise you with a heart …a human heart. 💉

Malthus:

dealing with a demon such as him will not end up good. also considering he’s mostly in the doll then with you. but that doesn’t stop him from seeing you interact with other people for to long.

that doll is everywhere. including that special persons home…🕯️

Ethan Landry:

will pretend everything is okay until it’s just you two alone. “why were you and them so close?” he stares deep into your soul, making you shudder. ethan is a walking mask. on the outside he’s a sweet boy. but on the inside he’s a brutal walking man.

“you stay the fuck away from her!!” as the knife digs deeper in their chest. 📞

Candyman:

he’s more calm actually. he trust you, not them. so as long as it doesn’t go to far, he’s okay with it. now, if it did go to far he’ll step in and take you away from them. he manly watches from afar tho.

“let’s head home.” let’s hope that person isn’t allergic to bees. 🐝

Pennywise (2017):

this clown didn’t understand what was happening at first. why did he feel that way? he had no idea. all he knew was that he didn’t like it, and he knew he had to do something about it. so if that requires him eating that persons chest out then so be it.

“you’re my friend. not theirs.” 🎈

Freddy Krueger:

oh my this man gets jealous so much it’s ridiculous. he’s so insecure about himself so when you find interest in anything other than him for more than 5 minutes he’s all over the place. it’s kinda sad actually.

just know they won’t be waking up ever again. 💭

[slasher-fxcker]

Slashers seeing their future S/O for the first time

Part 1

Including: Billy Loomis, Bo Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Lester Sinclair, Stu Macher & Vincent Sinclair.

Warnings: Mentions of death, slashers being slashers. This page is 18+ Minors do not interact.

A/N: Okay this is my first post on here so any and all feedback is welcome! Also, there will be a part two, I will be including all the slashers I write for I just got a bit carried away and I thought it was a bit long for one part lol. Second part will include Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire and Jesse Cromeans.

Billy Loomis:

· This was meant to be an easy kill for Billy. Some geek that showed up at a party he shouldn’t have been at, Billy had been watching him for most of the night when he saw his target getting ready to leave. He started heading to the closet he hid his Ghostface costume in when someone crashed into him spilling their drink all down the front of his shirt.

· Billy was in two minds about whether he should give them a piece of his mind or ignore their apologies and sneak away anyway. But as he looked up whatever reply he had planned got caught in his throat. When he looked into your pleading eyes he could immediately tell how bad you felt. He didn’t realise he was staring until he noticed you were waiting for a response.

· He regains his composure and brushed off your apologies, telling you not to worry about it. You seemed relieved and he couldn’t help but smirk at how you looked around the room frantically. “Lost something?” he finally asks you, “Am I that obvious?” you laugh before holding your hand out, “I’m Y/N, Randy’s cousin.” Billy seemed to stare at your hand for a second before taking it in his and introducing himself. Maybe just this once he’d let the target go and find something worth enjoying.

Bo Sinclair:

· Getting out of the beat-up truck Bo winced as he felt the pain in his arm of the wound that hadn’t fully healed just yet. Lightly holding the spot and remembering how one of the victims had cut him good with that knife. He sighed and shrugged the thought off before walking towards the dimly lit bar. Sitting down on one of the stools and ordering a beer.

· He soon becomes aware of a man groaning angrily at one of the nearby pool tables, “There aint no way you're winning again without cheatin’” he hears the man grumble. Bo’s fairly accustomed to the usual pool bets but what does surprise him is the feminine laugh he hears in response, he turns around to see you bent over the table lining up your next shot. He feels his throat dry up at the sight of the position you’re in and the teasing smirk that’s on your face.

· “Don’t be a sore loser Jimmy,” you laugh before sinking yet another ball into its socket. Bo can barely take his eyes off you as he leans back taking another sip of his beer. You and the man seem to go back and forth in arguing about the game, and he feels like he could watch you all night. The game is coming to an end with you clearly winning, before he even thinks about it Bo has downed the rest of his beer and is walking towards you. As you’re lining up your final shot Bo slams down a couple of bills on the side of the pool table, you look up at him and he flashed his signature grin at you, “I’ve got winner,” he says as he looks you up and down. You sink your last ball before turning back to him, “You’ve got it handsome,” she smirks. Oh, you were trouble, and Bo couldn’t wait to see how this night turned out.

Jason Voorhees:

· It had been a quiet week for Jason, no campers, no teens, nothing. He had been out collecting wood for the fire when he found a small stone, he liked collecting bits and pieces from around the woods. Small knickknacks to decorate the shabby cabin he called home. The stone had five points and could be seen as almost the shape of a star, what Jason didn’t realise was he had spent far too long invested in the stone to notice someone walking on the trail nearby. The snapping of some sticks broke him out of his thoughts as he saw a figure nearby.

· Jason quickly shoved the stone in his pocket before walking silently to a spot where he could watch the trail without being spotted. He watched you from afar for a while, seeing you look around you as you made your way down the path. The way you watched the nature around you with a small smile on your face made Jason feel a warmth inside him. He followed you all the way to the camp grounds. You seem surprised to find the open space on your trip. You sat down on one of the stone seats before unpacking some lunch for yourself.

· It wasn’t long before you had gotten up and were walking around the small opening. It was then that Jason heard you speak for the first time which caused him to tense in fear. “Hey there little guy.” That was it, you must’ve seen him. He froze as you stepped towards his hiding spot only to stop a few feet in front of where he stood, where he thought he was hidden by the shrubs. But you weren’t looking at him to his relief, he saw the small squirrel perched on a branch that seemed to have your attention. He felt himself relax as he noticed this before trying to silently move further to the other side of the clearing.

· To his surprise the squirrel hadn’t run away, he must’ve smelt the food in your hand as he stood hesitantly sniffing the air. “You hungry?” you asked him rhetorically before holding out a small piece of crust for the squirrel and placing it on the branch near him. Jason watched and couldn’t help but melt at your kindness, he heard the familiar voice in his head but this time the voice was calm, telling him you needed protection, you needed him. But how was he supposed to approach you. A few minutes passed and you turned back to your seat, walking over you noticed something had now been placed where you once sat. You picked up the small stone, noticing it was shaped like a star. You looked around for someone before looking back at the stone, a small smile on your face. It warmed Jason’s heart as he prepared himself to find you more gifts.

Lester Sinclair:

· Lester found himself almost zoning out as he drove down the all too familiar road, the predictability of the same turns and sights that he saw every day seeming to get on his nerves today. Until he noticed a car on the side of the road, he hated his part in this, he tried to just shut himself off from it and think of whoever the poor bastard was that wandered their way as just a stranger, a nobody with no identity. It helped that they were usually rude to him, at least that way he felt less remorse for them. He couldn’t see the person that was hidden under the hood, probably uselessly trying to figure out what was wrong with their car.

· “Looks like you could use a hand.” He didn’t expect the slight squeal from whoever was behind the hood before you walked out, “oh gosh you gave me a fright,” you giggled. Lester was trying to pick his jaw up off the floor and string a sentence together, you definitely weren’t the first young lady to come through these parts but he sure thought you were the prettiest. “Uh, sorry ma’am.” He gulped before wracking his brain for words, “I saw you stuck here and thought you could use a hand.” You sighed before closing the hood, “Unless you happen to have a fanbelt on you, I don’t think so,” He felt the slight dread creep up as he remembered the scenario, he hesitated before spilling his usual script about taking you to see Bo. Of course, you agreed, having no other option and climbing into his truck.

· Not long into the drive you spoke, “I’m Y/N by the way,” he nodded before realising you were waiting for a response, “Oh, I’m Lester,” he responded. “Lester,” you repeated with a smile, he couldn’t help the feeling in his stomach when you repeated his name. “Well thank you very much Lester, I definitely owe you one for driving me all this way.” The more you spoke the worse he was starting to feel, you seemed kind, you were nice to him which was a welcome change, you laughed along with him instead of at him, you didn’t deserve the fate that you were walking into. As you neared Ambrose he realised he couldn’t let you die, he didn’t know how yet but he would do everything he could to keep Bo from hurting you. He knew life was going to be anything but predictable with you around

Stu Macher:

· Stu groans when the bell rings, his least favourite subject and it was the first lesson of the day. “You coming Stu?” He looks at Randy as he seems to think it over, “Nah, we’ve got Evans, I don’t need another detention from that douche.” Randy just rolls his eyes as Stu starts walking in the opposite direction, he hears Randy grumble some smart-ass comment to himself as he walks away.

· Stu was about to turn towards the entrance when he heard you curse to yourself, he glanced at you before turning the corner. “Woah,” he stopped in his tracks before backing up back into the hallway and looking you over again. You must be new, he definitely would’ve remembered you if he had seen you before. You're too engrossed in the paper in your hands to notice someone coming up to you and leaning against the lockers. He puts on his cheesiest grin before getting your attention “Hey there,” you almost jump out of your skin as you drop your books.

· “Oh man I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.” Stu apologises as he crouches down and begins to pick up your things, you join him in picking up your books, “No don’t be, I should’ve been paying more attention,” you give him a soft smile before standing back up as he passes you some of your belongings, “You must be new, haven’t seen you around here,” you just nod before continuing, “actually, i’m having some trouble finding my class,” he looks over the schedule you had been engrossed in. “Oh that’s actually where I’m headed, I can take you if you’d like,” he couldn’t help but smile at the way you beamed up at him as you agreed.

· The walk was filled with Stu making you laugh, as you neared the class he seemed to slow down and began talking to you again. “You know, I’d be happy to show you to your other classes if you need help finding them after this?” you agreed and he walked into the class with you. A big smile on his face even after being reprimanded by your teacher. “I thought you weren’t coming,” Randy whispers to him, “Yeah something changed my mind,” he replied, not taking his eyes off you. Maybe this class was worth showing up to.

Vincent Sinclair:

· Vincent had been in the museum, positioning his newest artwork. He stared at it with a slight tilt of his head, questioning every stroke, every pose and every colour. He couldn’t help it, he knew he was good at what he did but insecurity still nagged at every decision he made. He was in his own world when the creak of the front door broke him out of his stupor. Bo had told him a small group of victims would be heading down to the museum while he worked on ‘finding’ a fan belt for them. Vincent was quick to move to his usual hiding spots to watch them.

· Vincent hated how loud this group was, joking and making fun of his art. “You have to be pretty sick to make any of this.” One of the guys spoke up, Vincent immediately started thinking of how he would hurt this man. It wasn’t until a softer voice spoke up that he noticed the girl trailing at the back of the group, “Come on guys, don’t be so rude. Someone must have put a lot of effort into these.” It was then that Vincent could finally make out your form, you seemed quiet even when speaking up for him, defending his work. Vincent wished he could get a better look at you. The man scoffed, “Okay art freak.” Vincent saw the way you practically flinched at the insult before turning away from the group to go and look at some other pieces.

· Vincent felt angry, the man would definitely suffer. He made his way closer to where you were, staying hidden as he watched you from afar. He could tell the insult had hurt you and this only made him angrier. You seemed to pause as you squinted closer to the art work on the wall, brushing some dust off the framing. “Vincent,” you read the signature to yourself with a small smile on your face, Vincent stilled when he heard you. He wasn’t sure what it was but something about hearing you say his name struck a chord in him. He was more than intrigued by you, he felt drawn to you in a way he had never felt before. He wasn’t sure what this meant but whatever it was he knew Bo wouldn’t like it.

[cakypa120]

About Billy keeps dying au

Is it crazy to think that if an interdimensional portal were opened, Marvel who was reborn after being killed could meet up with fellow Leaguers from his past lives?

Like, is he reborn directly when he died, or does he kind of break through space and time and always be born in the same year he was supposed to be born? So does he generally have a standard age in relation to the infinite possibilities of Leagues?

Billy sighed. This wasn't how he'd pictured his long-awaited mission with the Flash of the new world. They were currently standing in the middle of another dimension's goddamn Gotham. And their home dimension was three dimensions away.

Flash: Where are we?

Marvel: Gotham. And also in another dimension.

Flash: Dude, when you said that mage could send you to other dimensions, I thought you were kidding.

Marvel: Well, now you're going to listen to everything about magic. That's the lesson.

Flash: Right. Shit, are we stuck here forever?

Marvel: No, we're just a long way from our home world. But I guarantee if we hurry, we'll make it in time for the free food giveaway at the Watchtower.

Flash: Then what are we waiting for? We gotta hurry!

Billy laughs. The Flash of the new world was young. And he had only recently been accepted into the Justice League. Barry was even different from his versions. Black-haired, blue-eyed, and curious to the point of insanity. The Bruce of the new world denies that he mentally adopted the guy, but Billy knows otherwise, Clark knows, and Diana knows too. No matter how much Bruce denies it, it is obvious that he has become attached to Barry. Billy is now eagerly awaiting Dick's arrival.

Flash: Do you have any ideas on how to get back to our home world, Gandalf?

Marvel: Did you just call me Gandalf?

Flash: Dumbledore?

Marvel: *pinches the speedster's cheek* Yes, I do, now calm down. We need to get to Fawcett. There should definitely be a portal there.

Flash: Why is there a portal in your town?

Marvel: Precautionary measure. Let's go quickly.

Flash: Race?

A shot rings out next to them. They turn around and see Red Hood. Billy quickly raises his hands up. Jason standing in front of them was the one who personally slit Marvel's throat when Billy was poisoned by magic and seriously damaged. Everyone wanted to save him then, to cure him, but it was impossible. Then Jason ended his suffering.

Jason froze when he saw Marvel. Just as bright, and just as big. He knew that Marvel would be reborn again. He knew, but doubts penetrated his heart. But now Marvel stood before him. A lump in his throat prevents him from breathing normally. Jason takes off his helmet and puts away his gun.

Jason: Holy shit, old man, you're really alive, huh?

Marvel: Alive as can be. Thanks for last time.

Jason: No thanks.

Flash: Guys? Anyone got something to tell me?

Marvel: Flash, meet Red Hood, he might show up, but we're not sure. Hood, this is Flash. Go easy on him, he's new to the hero business.

Flash: Hey!

Jason: Trying to mentor the new guys, huh, Cap?

Marvel: Sort of. Sorry, but we need to get to Fawcett fast so we can teleport back to our home dimension.

Jason: Try to stay out of sight of the other heroes. They didn't take your death very well.

Marvel: Got it, thanks for the warning.

Flash: Wait, you're dead?!

Marvel: Yeah, that happens sometimes. Now let's go, we need to get to the city quickly.

Superman: I don't think there's any need to hurry.

The three of them freeze and look up. Superman is hovering in the air, watching them like a hawk. Jason lets out a guttural growl and points his gun at the Kryptonian.

Superman: No need for violence, Red.

Jason: I wanted to tell you the same thing, asshole. I told you not to come to Gotham.

Superman: Sorry, but I couldn't ignore such a familiar voice.

Marvel steps in front of Barry. Clark has changed. A lot. This universe was especially violent. Rarely, but it happens. But Billy remembered a different hero. What else happened after he died? Now, the most important thing is not to lose control.

Marvel: Supes, how old are you? How is Lois?

Superman: She's okay. How are you? Still playing superhero?

Marvel: Of course, I'm not going to be thrown out of this job that easily. Well, Flash and I need to get back to our world, so we need to hurry.

Superman: Your world is here, Captain. You're staying here.

Billy didn't like the man's tone. Superman suddenly lunges at him, but Billy ducks just in time.

Superman: Marvel, don't make this difficult.

Marvel: What's wrong with you? Flash, run to Fawcett. I'll hold him off.

Flash: I don't want to leave you here!

Marvel: Flash. Run. That's an order.

Barry flinches at the hero's voice. Marvel rarely gave orders. He glances at the strange Superman, who was looking at Marvel like a dog looks at a bone. But an order is an order. Barry turns and runs.

Marvel: Clark, what happened.

Superman: A lot has changed since you died. Oliver's disability, Barry's coma. This world is losing its light. I just want to keep the light in the world. Will you help me?

Marvel: I don't belong in this world anymore.

Superman: You've already been killed here. Not there. You're safer here. Marvel, stay.

Marvel: Again, the answer is no.

Clark sighs, Jason tenses.

Superman: Then I have no choice.

Jason: Don't even think about it, son of a bitch!!

Clark attacks and pins Marvel to the ground. Billy watches in horror as the hero's eyes begin to light up. Jason points his gun, ready to fire. A sudden flash of light knocks Superman down. The Kryptonian flies away. And Billy looks at Barry.

Flash: Your hobbit saves the day!

Billy looks at Clark. Then he grabs Barry and teleports away, ignoring how loudly Clark screamed. His insides are burning from teleporting to Fawcett. He didn't like teleporting to other universes.

Flash: Dude, I don't like it here. Let's go home.

Billy nods and runs toward the old subway. Barry runs after him. There were many questions in his head, but he decided that he would ask them later. Now they needed to get home.

[roseareeh]

Scar | Billy Hargrove x Reader

Notes: Some Billy fluff. I hope you enjoy! 🤍

Words: 836

Warnings: None

"What's wrong?", you mumbled half-asleep as you saw Billy pacing up-and-down the room. He tries to shush his pain-fillen groans in order to not wake you up, but it was unsuccessful. From a look on the dugital clock on your nightstand, you could tell it was 2 in the morning. "Backpain.", he mumbled while stretching his arms in the air. His doctor gave him some instructions on how he could ease the pain, but it barely helped. On the other hand, he didn't want to take too many pills against the pain, since he didn't want to end up addicted to them.

"You don't have to act tough, Billy.", you said while getting up from your shared bed. "No, (Y/N), go back to bed. I'll be fine." Against his best wishes, you got up and walked over to him. "Through sickness and health, we said." This was always your argument when his back killed him.

The incident at Starcourt Mall was ten years ago. You two met when he was recovering at the hospital; he had to get his spine reconstructed, you were in treatment for a broken femur. Meeting him was all by faith when you two were grabbing the same candy bar in the giftshop. Billy let you have it under the condition that you'd go out with him.

After many dates at the hospital, you two became a couple and got married 3 years later. While your femur healed with no issues, Billy was still struggling with fibrosis. It was one of the reasons why you two decided not to have any kids.

"You know you have to take your medication if it hurts too much.", you told him. But he just shook his head and groaned again. "I don't wanna.", your husband mumbled. With a sigh, you lifted his shirt and took a close look at the scar tissue. "It's inflamed, honey.", you mumbled. "Go on, lay down. I got it." But he was pretty reluctant.

Billy felt bad about needing help from you. He should be the one to take care of you, protect you, hold you at night. Instead, he spend his nights awake in pain and bothering you, keeping you from getting a good nights rest. What kind of husband does that.

"Billy.", you cupped his face between your hands. "Billy, what happened to you is not your fault. Let me help you." Eventually, you got him to lay on the bed, although reluctantly. "I know you don't like this. But I wanna help you." Since his scar flared up so many times, you kept a bottle of lotion in the nightstand drawer. It was one of the few things that made him fall back to sleep when he was in pain.

"You married a useless man.", he mumbled while you were already massaging the inflamed area. "No I didn't, I married the man I love."

"You're up at night to take care of someone who can't even protect you. I can't even give you pleasure most days." His voice was filled with frustration and anger, although the anger was more directed against himself. You kept massaging his scar while listening. "Why would you even stay with someone like me? I was supposed to be better by now."

"Honey, I'm not with you for being protected or having sex. I'm with you because of you. Because you make me laugh, you make me happy, and because you love me." You explained. Billy underneath you was starting to get drowsy, and only mumbled in a sleepy tone after that.

"I wanna be the husband you deserve.", he said. But you dismissed his words with ease. "You are the husband I deserve. Because you love me." A small grumble escaped his throat. "Remember how you took me to The Getty because I mentioned it once? Or how you always pay for my nails?" A small smile played on his lips. Your face was adorable when he told you he'd take you to The Getty.

"That's how you show me you love me. And this is how I show you." Your fingers hit just the right spots for him to fall back into a slumber. It was honestly amazing how you knew just how to hit the right spots.

Like every time when this happened, you leaned foward to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Billy.", you whispered in his ear. Just like that, he was snorring underneath you.

He'd never know how you'd stay up for another hour every time and massage his scar until your fingers felt numb. You couldn't deal with seeing him in pain, especially when he was so tired already.

This is how you showed him you love him. In your wedding vows, you said "In sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death us do part." This is how you cherished him through his sickness.

It was all worth it when you could fall asleep next to him afterwards.

[uss-butterscotch]

Part 6! If you haven’t seen already i’m working on naming this fic so if you want to vote for your favorite option it should be just a few posts down on my blog :)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

(cw for vague reference to child abuse. It’s literally like one throwaway sentence but just in case!)

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“I keep having nightmares,” she started quietly, “I’m too late to stop Billy from hurting Steve, or the syringe is empty and it doesn’t work, and he kills Steve and then he kills Lucas, then Dustin, then Mike, and I’m yelling at him to stop, but he doesn’t. Because screaming didn’t stop him in real life.”

Eddie was reeling slightly from that alone, he didn’t have time to think of anything reassuring to say before she was talking again.

“Or, it’s the mall. And Billy doesn’t- he lets Jane die. And he laughs at me like I’m stupid for believing he could be better.” She looked back to Eddie then, “And that’s the worst part. Because that’s not what happened. He did do the right thing for once and it got him killed.

“And it all makes me hate him even more, because even after he’s dead, he won’t stop fucking with me!” And there. Finally something Eddie could work with.

Her hands were clenched hard, knuckles turning white. She finally seemed done with her train of thought, breathing slightly heavy, and glaring a hole through the windshield. Eddie nodded, but kept his eyes on the road ahead of him.

“That sucks, Red, I’m sorry.” He rapped his knuckles against the steering wheel lightly, “My dad was in and out of jail most of my life. On the occasion that he was out he was a mean drunk, to me and my mom, the supposed love of his life.”

He rolled his eyes at that. “If he had really cared about her, he would have tried harder to clean up his act when she got sick. But he didn’t, and we couldn’t afford her treatments, and she died. And I hated him so much.

“And then about a year later, he dropped me off with Wayne, said he had some business to take care of in Indy, but he’d see me soon.”

Eddie scoffed sarcastically, shaking his head. “Not too long after that, Wayne gets a lovely visit from the sheriff’s department with news that his brother’s dead, killed in some sort of deal gone wrong. They said from witness statements it sounded like he was trying to to get money back from someone who owed him or something, and to top it all off, his nephew, one Eddison Munson, seemed to be missing-“

“Your name is Eddison?” Max interrupted, a mocking smirk peeking through the panic from before.

“Yes,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes, “what’s yours? Maximillian?”

“Sure.” She said, crossing her arms and settling into her seat. “I would have guessed Edward. Or maybe Edwin.”

Eddie shrugged. “Eddison was like, my mom’s grandpa’s name or something. I never met the guy, but I guess he sort of raised my mom.”

Eddie waved a hand around wildly, needing to steer the subject away from that topic quickly. “Anyway! If I may continue,” he paused to give Max an opportunity to tell him to shut up. When she didn’t, he went on, “after the situation was sorted out, and it was declared I needed a new legal guardian because I was fresh out of parents, I started living with Wayne full time.”

The school was rapidly approaching, so Eddie tried to summarize his points as quickly as possible. “Point is, I was so confused and angry for years. I wondered if he knew how dangerous what he was doing would be, and he kept me away from it to keep me safe for once in his stupid life. I wondered what life might have been like if he had gotten whatever money he went there to get and used it to make things better for us. I had a million questions and a million theories. But none of those ideas fit with the asshole I knew he was, and then I was mad at myself for even thinking that highly of him. For thinking he could change. And worst of all, I would never know the truth.”

He parked the van and shut the engine off. “It took me a long time, and a lot of serious conversations with my uncle that he had to practically drag me kicking and screaming into having, to know what to do with that anger. To work on accepting life’s unknowns.”

Max looked at him, chewing on her cheek. He hoped he wasn’t imagining it, but something in her gaze looked a little softer.

As he opened his own door, he said, “You don’t have to talk about it now, and you don’t have to talk about it to me, but you should talk someone. Eventually.”

He got out, closed the door behind him. When he noticed she was still in her seat he walked around the van and opened her door. “Ideally, you do it before it makes you do something really stupid just to feel something else besides the anger and the grief.”

He stepped aside to give her space to exit the vehicle and she slid out of the seat. He made a show of taking his time to lock up the van to give her a head-start into the school. He watched as she made her way to the doors, and was surprised when, for the first time since they had been driving together, she veered off her path to meet someone. When he realized who it was, Eddie chuckled to himself. He made his own way to the school and gave a two fingered salute to Sinclair and Henderson, who were joined by Max (and smiling so wide their cheeks had to be burning).

He made his way into the school and to his first period class, pleased to be able to check this side quest off.

Part 7

[ryngzmn]

₊˚ෆ | phone troubles | S.B (1)

SUMMARY: After Butcher leaves you to watch Soldier Boy, you decide to teach him to use a mobile phone.

WARNINGS: not proofread, mention of drugs, implied drug use (it’s only ben doing it), swearing, maybe OOC ben???

WORD COUNT: 885.

A/N: changed the title layout to make it look nicer / neater! ALSO WHY IS THE GIF SO FUCKING BIG HJHJGJGJGJGJFJ

part two! | part three! | part four! | part five!

To be frank, you thought that putting Soldier Boy on board was a bad idea, but Billy Butcher — the guy who was technically your boss — ignored your hesitance and released him from a three decade slumber.

You always stayed away from Soldier Boy, or Ben as you had soon found out, your mistrust and the fact that he was just slightly radioactive kept you away.

Ben didn’t seem to mind either, he never paid much attention to you.

But, the universe and Butcher seemed to have different plans other than you keeping your distance from Ben.

Because now you were standing in the middle of a motel room, Butcher in front you and the rest of The Boys standing near the door.

“I am not staying back to watch Soldier Boy.” You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest like a petulant child.

Butcher barked out a laugh, “Well somebody needs to watch ‘im.”

“Why not make you or Hughie do it? He seems to trust you two the most.” You offered with a shrug.

“I’m the leader of this operation,” Butcher said simply. “So I needa be there on this little mission.”

You shook your head. “Nope. Not doin’ it.”

Butcher scoffed, “Oh come on, luv! Just do it!”

You shook your head again just in a more firm manner this time.

“If I tell you to do sumthin’, you do it.” Butcher said firmly, taking a step closer and pointing a finger at you.

You raised your hands in mock defense. “Okay, okay! Just don’t kill me..” You grumbled.

Butcher let out a triumphant huff before turning to the rest of the people in the room,

“Alright, let’s get outta here.”

You watched Butcher and the others fill out of the room before you turned to Ben, who was sitting on the bed while holding a The Seven merchandise cup in his hand.

“Can you believe men wear this pussy-gear nowadays?” He asked incredulously and pointed to the TV, you turned to the TV to see an ad for a baby carrier that a man just so happened to be wearing.

“It’s the 21st century Ben—“ You started, but Ben cut you off.

“Soldier Boy. It’s fuckin’ Soldier Boy you refer me to.” He demanded, shooting a glare in your direction.

“Crimson Countess used to call me Ben, the fucking bitch…” He muttered under his breath, moving to sit at the couch and crush some cocaine.

You stayed silent for a bit after that, eventually decided to just scroll through your phone.

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After about thirty minutes of mindless scrolling on social media, you spared a glance in Ben’s direction; who was struggling to change a channel with the remote.

“Hey, Be— Soldier Boy.” You quickly corrected yourself, not wanting to face Ben’s aggressive wrath for fucking up what name he demanded you call him.

“Hm?” Ben looked in your direction, raising an eyebrow.

“Come here,” You patted the empty space on the sofa beside you.

Ben crossed his arms defiantly. “And why should I?”

“Because I want to show you something.” You rolled your eyes. “Now come here.”

Ben begrudgingly got up from the cocaine patch he had made himself after ‘the last batch was too weak’ on the table before walking over to the couch.

He plopped down on the space beside you, and you could’ve sworn you bounced a bit because of how heavy this man was.

“Here,” You shoved your phone into his hands, and he looked at your Home Screen.

“Why do I fucking need this?” Ben looked over at you with a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

“Because I wanna see if you can work a phone.”

“I obviously can’t. I couldn’t even work the shitty remote.” Ben grumbled, tempted to shove the phone back in your hands.

But then he accidentally swiped to the side, and he watched as the apps that previously showed up just slid to the side as new ones popped up.

“What the fuck..?” His eyebrows furrowed in barely visible awe.

“You got the hang of it already!” You said with a light laugh, making an up gesture.

“Now swipe up to see the apps I’ve had open.” Ben followed your instructions, swiping up to see what apps you had open previously.

“Huh, that’s so weird.” He mumbled, poking at the screen a bit before he eventually opened an app.

“What is this?” You looked over and notice he was in your messages.

“This is how you text and call people.”

“Like I can text Butcher or Hughie right now.” You continued, and Ben seemed to have an idea in his head before scrolling down a bit to find Hughie’s contact.

You watched as he started slowly typing with just one finger, soon spelling out the message: ‘Hey pussy-boy’

Shaking your head, you looked up to meet Ben’s mischevious gaze.

“Seriously? Don’t send that-“ But it was too late, Ben had already hit send as soon as you met his eyes.

You sighed. Yet, you knew that Hughie would know Ben sent it.

Ben was the only one that called Hughie pussy-boy.

Turning back to your phone, you swiped up again and picked another app for Ben to explore while you showed him how to work a mobile phone.

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feedback is appreciated, especially since this is my first drabble after not writing for a while!

[karaeilish]

౨ৎ can’t be friends; b. eilish. . .

౨ৎ school bully!billie x fem!reader ౨ৎ fluff ` ⋆˙⟡ she fought for you

your gaze's fixed on the working oven, intently staring at the chocolate chip cookies you've suddenly decided to bake. the tv is quietly humming in the background, occasionally causing you to become distracted and watch the events happening on the other side of the screen without much interest. at some point you were so deep in thought that you didn't hear the doorbell ringing repeatedly, then turned in a dull thud, as if someone really wanted to see you.

you jump up, quickly walking to the door and opening it, just to see billie standing in front of you. her nose is broken, cheekbone is bruised, knuckles are covered in blood, running down her joints and eventually onto the floor of your porch. "oh god, what happened?"

taking her hand gently, you pull her into the house, slamming the wooden door shut with your foot. billie follows you silently, like a lost puppy, as you sit her down on the couch, running to the other side of the room to get the first aid kit. she just continues to stare at you, not saying a word.

"billie. what happened?" you look at her with genuine concern, your fingertips lifting her chin so your eyes meet, but she looks away, shied.

"asshole got what he deserved," she says quietly, and for the first few seconds you don't understand what she means until the realization hits you.

a few days ago, you turned down a popular guy when he publicly asked you out. the rejection earned you a painful slap, the mark still slightly etched on your cheek. you didn't know billie knew about it.

"don't tell me you fought with evan" you look at her sternly, though your whole body betrays the softness sitting in your heart.

billie looks at you from under her lashes, blue eyes devouring your heart over and over with each passing moment.

"he hit you" she thinks before continuing. "no one dares touch you"

you try to hide the blush on your cheeks, but the attempt fails, and you silently sit on her lap, bringing the cotton ball with peroxide to her cheekbone, gently blotting away the congealed blood. she winces slightly, but makes no sound. "you're doing great" you smile, and she can't help but drop her hands to your hips, pulling your body closer to hers. you suppress a sigh.

"why didn't you tell me he did it? you could’ve called, i swear i'd have killed him on the spot" her voice is annoyed, not because of you, but because some idiot dared to touch what's in her head that belongs to her.

"because i knew you'd do something like that" finishing with her face, you move to her hands, frowning when you notice how badly her knuckles are bruised. "you don't have to fight anyone over me"

she snorts, rolling her eyes dramatically. "first of all, i'll decide for myself what i should do" she says these words like she doesn't mean it. because you both know she'll say 'yes ma'am' as soon as you look at her with that look. "secondly, we didn't fight, i kicked his ass"

you giggle, knowing she's embellishing, but you decide to pretend you believe she's your prince charming.

the next few minutes are spent in silence, not including your quiet, synchronized breaths burning each other's faces. billie breaks the silence.

"can't you see how much i like you?" the question catches you off guard, causing you to look up again, meeting her eyes, moving down to her perfect, plump lips. "i've been trying my hardest to get your attention for the last few months! i skip my games for you, i pick stupid wildflowers for you, i do—"

you cut off her monologue, pressing your lips to hers in a soft, sensual kiss, and billie hesitates for a second, before wrapping her arms tightly around your waist, deepening the kiss, sliding her tongue into your mouth, exploring it with special passion. the only problem was the oxygen, which ran out quickly, forcing you to pull away from each other, foreheads now gently pressing together.

"i know you like me," you whisper, playing with the hairs on the back of her neck as she moves down to your jaw, leaving soft nips and gentle kisses. "being with you gonna ruin my reputation."

she pulls away with special enthusiasm, looking into your eyes, and you can see a tail wagging behind her.

"did you just say you'd be my girlfriend?"

"yes"

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[transboyswitchytales]

Pretty Girl I'll Make You Famous 🔐

🔒Maya MasonxArtistReaderMason🔑

Part 1, Bitter pill, I'll make it painless, Show you how the stars are made I promise that they'll know your name Pretty girl, I'll make you famous

Part 2, So, gather 'round and run your mouths Did you forget you're in my fuckin' house?

Part 3, Don’t test the switchblade in between my legs You wanna gain my trust and earn my respect Who’s to say a woman can’t think with her dick?

You are Maya Mason's wife and the head artist of Continental Studio's Animation division. Someone at work is sexually harassing you, and you haven't told your wife, big mistake.

My Masterlist of Works - Pretty Girl MasterList

!WARNING: SEXUAL HARASSMENT IN THE WORKPLACE!

ANGRY MAYA ACTIVATED/ Possesive / Talks of Violence / Maya throwing things / Daddy Kink!/G!PMaya/Impregnation kink/Video Game Discussions/Movies/ Hollywood Shit/ Animators/ Shop-Talk / Bucky/ Alice x Jen/ Wanda x Nat/ Baby Billy/ Matt is an idiot/ Patty is a Star/ Tony Bashing/ Sexually explicit language and themes 18+/MDNI / *Not a Healthy Relationship*

So, gather 'round and run your mouths

Did you forget you're in my fuckin' house?

You have your headphones on, but you can lip-read pretty well through the glass, and only one of your big over-the-ear headphones is on your ear. So you were listening/watching the drama happening in the room. 

Your office door was open, and you were hoping, like all managers at all levels, that your children would figure it out for themselves. And you wouldn’t need to step in. But you were realizing that this was becoming a hotter and hotter issue. 

Wanda opened your door twenty minutes ago and was typing happily on your sofa. She’d eyed you once, one earbud in. She could also hear your minions arguing. You met her eyes to tell her you knew. You and Wanda had been friends since you were in your early twenties in LA. You’d done Molly at a Florence and The Machine concert for fucks sake. You’d taught her with a cucumber how to give a good blow job. You were close, to say the least. 

So she knew your style, and knew that you were waiting. 

You weren’t on your computer like Wanda. You had your animation table tilted, and the light was off. You weren’t animating, you were drawing Ethan Winter's face. Because for some reason no one could agree on what the fuck this white guy with blonde air looked like. Some said he looked too much like Chris Evans, others said Chris Hemsworth. You were tired of the Chris’s and were looking for more of a Scarsgard look, maybe? Perhaps it was too European? You were fixing his cheekbones when you heard the first person yell. 

Groaning you erased the line you’d just fucked up from the noise. 

“Oof, you got a problem on your hands, Da Vinci.” Wanda teased, not looking up as she worked on the scene. 

Her feet were tucked underneath her and her heels were kicked off on your floor. There was art and storyline pinned on corkboard with scene orders. She’d moved the middle part around about twenty-three times. You knew Wanda was stuck because she was chewing on her milkshake straw. But you didn’t make a snide comment on how she should worry about how the hell Ethan is going to get into the Doll house. You just breathed out through your nose and drew Ethan’s left eye again. 

Until Billy walked in with his sketchbook.

“Boss?” He said politely and obviously was completely scared of you. He looked at Wanda, and the two shared a comfortable communication. You didn’t ever say anything about the two of them. Understanding from being Mrs. Mason, how nice it was for no one to know who lived in your home. 

“Billy.” You say not looking up at him, and he stares like Bambi back at you. He’s wearing big black glasses and his baggy sweaters again. He’s absolutely adorable, and you’d kill for the twenty-year-old. Wanda goes back to typing, not getting involved. Which was smart, she knew you better than to put her foot in your animation business. 

“It’s getting a little..well, you see….Mrs. M- Boss, I think..” He starts, but you don’t look at him. And it’s making the curly-haired boy more nervous. Which is ridiculous because he knows you better than to be this. Of all the people in the building to fear you, Billy shouldn’t be one of them. 

Your phone rings, and you don’t let it ring twice before you answer and put your wife on speaker.

“Baby, you are on speaker in the office, don’t say something bad.”

“Ballsack.” She says, and you roll your eyes. Of course she always took that as a dare.  

“Hey, baby Daddy!” Wanda yells as she knows your wife is trying unsuccessfully to knock you up. And she likes to poke fun at Maya any chance she gets. 

Billy just blushes and looks at the door, wondering if he should leave. 

“Hey, red rocket! How’s your fat paycheck doing? Feeling the need to get fired yet?” Maya threatens and teases all in one pretty package. Wanda scoffs pretneindg to be offended. 

“Maya, hold on a second. I’m gonna multitask, I know you wanted me to come to your office but I’m swamped. So hold on. Billy, you don’t have to tell me. You don’t need them to think you tell me stuff. I already know Jen and Tony are fighting about Kratos. Tony wants it to look more Viking, and Jen wants it to be more focused on a video game aesthetic. Jen is right, and Tony needs to listen. But I’m not going to intervene about that until Jen asks me to. Because she’s running point on Kratos. Tony is in charge of Atreus, and if he draws his son Peter again, I’m going to put him back on backgrounds. But you don’t need to tell him that. Just go back to Jen and remind her she has a meeting with Barton on Zoom soon. And yes Billy, I know Alice is freaking out. She doesn’t need to, I saw the sketches and the teaser….Well, we are finishing the trailer tonight at midnight. For both of them. No one is going home until it’s done. You can tell them the scary animator said that, ok?”

Billy smiles more sure than before and finding solace in you looking at him like he isn’t fired. Wanda smiles sadly at him, but he doesn’t look at her. 

“God, I think I’m hard,” Maya said, and you take her off speaker. 

“Can you behave for two fucking seconds in front of my team?” You ask her, but you grab your laptop and the sketch of thirty different Ethan’s. 

“I miss you. I can’t behave when I miss you, you know that. I do need you to come to my office, we have some things to sort out.”

“You never behave, Mrs. Mason.” You tell her, and Wanda is packing her stuff and coming out of the office with you. You pick your airpod out of your pocket, and it pairs, so you don’t have to hold your phone. You put it in your back pocket and hear Maya sigh through your right ear airpod. 

“I’d behave if you came here and let me fill you, if you take out that stupid implant, I’ll behave. Come to my office, Darling. There’s some things that need taken care of.”

“Someone needs a cold shower.” You half whisper, but you walk into the main office area. 

“Tony, where’s the art for Atreus?” You say over his cubicle, and he looks momentarily taken aback. He’s used to your stupid old boss, who wouldn’t be here grilling one of his boys. But you aren’t his boy. You are his fucking boss and you aren’t going to listen to his whiny ass. Tony was a good artist and he had potential if he took his head out of his backside. 

“I’ll email it to you in ten, boss lady.” He rolls his eyes. 

“You can drop the lady, or we’ll talk about your workload again.” You say, and you hear two other animators laughing at him. Maya in your ear snorts at you, and you hear a faint ‘tell him, baby girl.’

“Yes, boss,” Tony says, and you think that you actually see a bit of respect in his eyes. But maybe not. 

“If you can’t handle the task of drawing a child, I can put you on trees or trash cans.” You smile at him, and it’s col,d and it really digs the nail in. You aren’t here to be liked. You don’t care what he draws in the bathroom about you. You don’t care if Tony drinks at his desk and curses you under hi breath. You do care if he draws what you need. And if he can’t, there are plenty of resumes in your inbox. 

“No, I got it. I think Jen said something about the eyes of his mother. So I’m just gonna do a few changes, and you’ll have a color animation. Just give me-” He says and it isn’t what you want. 

“Do it right, Stark, I’ll have it in an hour. I have a meeting, and then I’ll need it. Color would be nice, since you have been an animator for a long time. But if you are falling behind, you should tell your boss now. While I’m standing here.” You tell him, and Wanda is behind you, and you hear her biting back a laugh. You don’t take pleasure in public humiliation, but if they behaved like drunken fools…well. You’d put his ass in the stockade and let the others throw food at him. 

You’d never do this to an animator who didn’t get motivated from it. Billy would never experience this, not just because he was anxious and close to you. But because it wouldn’t make him motivated. Tony however, he wanted you to step on his dick. 

And you’d worn your heels today. You were sure they’d draw blood if need be. 

You’d seen the drawing around the office. Tony drew them often now, he was naked with his tongue out, you drawn in a latex suit with your heel on his balls. You’d seen it, you’d left it in the break room. You weren’t afraid of them. They were in your fucking house. 

This was your house.

Jen came through the cubicles with her laptop and a stack of drawings. She looked exhausted. Jen eyed Tony and had heard you talking to him. She appreciated you more than words could say. Jen had never been under your wrath either. She’d never needed Walt’s Monster to make her work harder. You’d taught Jen what you wanted. And she was quick and detail-oriented, so you motivated her with bigger projects and praise. And it worked wonders. 

Alice came out of her office to the middle where you were all huddled near the cubmicles. She had her hair in a tight bun with two pencils in it, and she had her iPad. She also looked like shit. Billy was behind her. 

“How many people are coming to this meeting?” Alice asks, looking at Billy confused. 

“Baby, you still there?” You ask, and Maya clears her throat, and you realize she’s definitely hard from hearing you knock Tony down a peg. 

“Right here Darling, where I always am, right behind you.”

It’s sweet and it warms your heart.

“Does Matt want to focus on God of War or Resident Evil?” You ask and no one has given you a straight answer in your emails. 

“He wants both; he’s stupid and thinks it’ll be good to push them out one month apart. I’m working on telling him to stagger them. But he thinks if we do them both, then we can do two next quarter the same way. Patty, Sal,, and I are working on it, baby…But it’s not looking how we want it.”

You ignore Tony staring at your cleavage, and you scratch your forehead. 

“Um, ok. So, Billy I need you to go to Motion Design and put a fire under their ass. We are working on both Resident Evil and God of War by midnight. You have Motion Design work faster. Right now, Resident Evil is further along. I need you to have them work faster on both, and email me the final animation for Rose by the end of my meeting in an hour and a half. I’m not entirely sure how long this thing with Matt is going to take.”

You pull your phone out of your back pocket to check the time. 

“...Thirty minutes, for Rose animation, and I’ll send you the final on Ethan. Ok, Billy?” You tell him, and he nods and sprints across the offices. Motion Design was down two levels, and he was really taking the stairs to get there. 

“He’s adorable. I want to clone him. We need more of him.” Alice says under her breath to no one in particular. You’d known it was a good idea to put Billy under Alice. She loved a goth queer kid, she’d protect him when you weren’t around. No one knew his connection to Wanda. And you were keeping it that way. 

“Tony and Jen, figure out Kratos and his son today. Jen, what do you have for me?” You said, looking at what’s in her hand. 

“I have the finished Kratos weapons and clothes, and we have a few action scenes that Natasha and Barton put in their scenes. It’s animated, rought but it’s blocked out. So we have an animator's quick sketch cut of it. It’s not teaser worthy, but-” Jen babbles and you put your hand up to stop her and she does. Your team needed raises. Jen and Alice looked rough, and they were both babbling, not a good combo. 

“How long?” You ask her. She opens and closes her mouth twice before your question computes. Wanda is still standing there and Tony isn’t paying attention anymore. He’s drawing quickly. One animator throws a paper across to another, and you ignore them. 

“A minute and a half.” Your eyes open wider, and you smile. Way to go, Jen. 

“Good work Jen, I’ll take that into the meeting. Wanda is coming with me. You talk to Barton and after you and Alice need to meet and show each other we you have. Whatever holes I want you to write them out, and make a list. When I come back, you can tell me what needs tweaking. I’ll be back in a.. time… I’m not sure. If Tony needs help please pair him with Bucky.” You tell Jen but Tony turns out was listening. 

“Bucky, the one-hand wonder?” Tony is confused, and you turn to look at him like he’s a mongrel that isn’t supposed to speak. Maya snorts in your AirPods again, she doesn’t need to see your face to know.

“Stark, you are on the thinnest of ice. If I ever hear you refer to him as that again, I’ll drag you into HR to fire you, not walk you.” You tell him, and he looks back down.  

Bucky, with his long hair, however, comes around. Once you are finished telling Tony he sucks. 

Bucky was missing an arm, you’d hired him with his adorable beard and big daddy dopey grin. You loved the man, he was loyal as hell. He’d taken down dirty drawings of you around the office. 

It wasn’t the reason you’d promoted him from background to character animator. 

He’d been eternally grateful for the raise and chane. Bucky was a talented illustrator; he could draw beautiful architecture, but he had something you wanted to nurture for characters. His sketches were clean as hell, too. He’d painted a gorgeous poster that you’d run with for Resident Evil, he’d made the castle and Duke come to life. Like you could reach out and touch them. 

 You saw so much potential in him.  

“I’ll help Tony.” He says, and you smile warmly at him. You would have been friends with the man if you weren’t his boss. But he was so smart, you might just have to anyway. 

“Thank you, Bucky. Could you also ask the sculptors to finish up Heisenberg’s bust? It should have been done yesterday, but I think there was some confusion about his hat.” You say, and Bucky nods like a good soldier. 

“Of course, boss.” 

You smile and turn on your heel. Jen goes to her office to call Barton. And Alice scurrries to her corner of the office to ask about character back lighting. 

You and Wanda head out of the main animator floor. You take the elevator and you grab your badge, and swipe it.

“Baby?” You ask. 

“Still here, still hard as a rock. Still need to talk to you.” Maya teases, and you laugh.

Wanda presses the button for the floor and she's got her computer under her arm. But she’s texting as you talk to Maya. 

“What’s for lunch, and how long is this meeting really going to take? Because I have a mountain of work to do, and I don’t want to sit and listen to Matt dick around about Ethan’s chin for an hour. Also, Wanda has to finish the mess she made of my second act. It’s a shit show.” 

Wanda turns, and she’s got her mouth hanging open. 

“Tell your Daddy that I will fix this before midnight. Like I promised! I just need to- Ya know what! Give me God of War, I’ll fix whatever Natasha’s fucking up! It looks way easier!” Wanda squeaks, and you know you’ve hit a nerve with her. 

“Uh oh, sounds like your maid of honor is upset with you now,” Maya says, but she’s not teasing because she finds Wanda kinda annoying. She still was fine when Wanda came over for drinks or dinner, but she rolled her eyes a lot at the writer. You would love to mention how all of Maya’s dinner guests were work-related. But Maya just told you that you were her best friend. And you melted when she did that. 

“Oh my god, I’m only joking. I know you will. Besides- wait a fucking minute. Is this because of you and Nat? Are you guys fucking again?” You say, and your mouth drops open now in mock surprise, and Wanda is flushed and shaking her head. 

The elevator dings, and you walk through the main lobby. It’s got giant sculptures of animated characters, and video games, and movie posters. There’s even a small coffee shop with a barista. It’s cozy and has a million hipster bean bag chairs that look like rocks. There’s a giant movie screen that is always showing the fucking Kool-Aid movie. Which is annoying.  

Maya is in your ear and has been listening to you talking to Wanda with interest. She tunes in again. 

“Gagged, writers and animators are just like everyone else in Hollywood. Everyones fucking everyone. It’s exhausting.” Maya says, and you realize how old she sounds in this moment. 

“Baby, you sound like an elderly married man.” You tease, and Maya laughs, and you are surprised she doesn’t disagree with you. You hear her start to yell at her assistant to go to the store and buy drain-o, five ice coffee’s, one cappuccino, one iced strawberry matcha, and super tampons. You remember that your drain was clogged this morning, and Maya swore she’d fix it tonight. But you look down at your calendar to see that Maya is right, like always, your period is starting tomorrow. 

Wanda knows you can multitask, so she takes no offense at you on the phone with Maya, looking at your calendar, and talking to her about gossip. 

Your combined heels click on the cement as you walk over to the main studio. You don’t want to drive in a golf cart today. Besides Wanda has to explain away from a PA what the fuck she’s talking about.  

“I was in love with Natasha, or am in love with Natash- but so is half the writers in this fucking town. Besides, Yelena called me!” Wanda says, and her eyes are sparkling. You eye her and put your phone back in your pocket. 

“You are telling me you are going to fuck her sister to get back at her?” You ask, and you only half disapprove. “Can you wait until I’m done with the project, and then you two can go all homicidal Bonnie and Clyde on each other again?” You ask it selfishly.  

“Jesus, I’m so glad I’m not dating anymore. Marrying you was the best thing I ever did. Besides these bitches are crazy in L.A! I’m relieved to be a married Daddy now.” Maya says, and you wonder if she’s changing her nickname. Perhaps Mommy was so last season? Or maybe she liked the term ‘Baby Daddy’ more than she was letting on. 

“I am not gonna fuck Yelena. I’m going to go into business with her!”

“That’s worse, I think?” You say, and then the realization of it hits you. “You’d go into business with another writer? You swore you’d never go into a production, you said in college it was all about artistic differences and shit. I remember because Viz begged you to open a house. He was upset about the workload and you said-”

“I know I know what I said, but I don’t know it might be nice.” Wanda shrugs and you feel fear now. 

“Wanda, am I putting too much on your plate? Because if it’s making home life hard-” You worry about your friend. You were glad she was divorced now from Viz, but you didn’t want to make her life hard. 

“Oh my god, you are the sweetest human alive. No matter what they call you. And they call you a lot, honey. Go back to being Mrs. Mason, setting the studio on fire. I’m fine, I promise, I will tell you. I’m just stuck on Ethan Winters decision making, he’s thick as hell. Besides, if anyone should be concerned in our little affair, it’s me! When are you gonna let Maya put a fucking baby in you? I’ve made a Pinterest board years ago for the baby shower!” Wanda asks, and you groan at her. Of course she fucking had. 

“Now that’s the question of the hour. I knew I liked your choice of Maid of Honor.” Maya said over your earbud. It was not true, and you both knew it. Maya just wasn’t letting go of the idea that waiting was silly. 

“Oh, ya know what, we are going into a tunnel. Babe, I’ll see you in four minutes!” You tell her and you make fake noises as if there is bad reception. 

“HEY! DO NOT HANG UP ON M-” She yells and you don’t listen.

You end the call on your wife and Wanda chuckles at your antics. 

_______________________

You walk in, and Patty is taking an iced coffee out of Maya’s assistant’s hand. He’s tall and gay and lanky as hell. He looks like he’s a model who’s afraid of everyone, and maybe he’s done a bump of coke in the bathroom. You can’t remember his name, and you aren’t sure Maya knows it either. 

Sal and Matt are talking about how they are going to get Scarlett Johansson to call them back about a spy movie. Quinn and Patty are talking about how they really want to make the next Old Guard, and Netflix has the rights.

Wanda cringes at the room and goes next to Patty to get the iced coffee. Patty turns her attention and starts to fluff Wanda up like she’s in a porno. Patty is telling her how amazing her work is and how she can’t believe they haven’t worked together before. 

You are looking around for Maya like always, but her assistant eyes you, and you are surprised he’s walking to you. But he walks up to you with his intense eye makeup and hands you the iced strawberry matcha, and you take it. Maya was sweet to know you were trying to cut down on your coffee intake.

 You open your mouth to thank him, and then he gets a little weird.

“You are the Mason Da Vinci, I just wanna say…If you ever want to spit on me…Or I could be furniture in your house or-” He leans in and you feel Maya before you see her. Like a cloud falls over the room, something dark and sinister. The little people of Tokyo the second Godzillia makes his first step probably felt similar. 

 She’s behind you, her heels click to a stop, and the assistant goes paler. 

“Get the hell out,” Maya says, and her hand falls on your lower back. You eye the tall boy as he runs out of the office.

“The fuck Maya? Feed the poor boy?” You whisper, and she isn’t laughing, and you turn to see her. Her gorgeous jaw is clenched, and you see the irritation.  

“Baby?” You ask and her eyes fall on you, oh shit she didn’t like that. You are confused why, because people say inappropriate things to her all the time. But it was sexual towards you, and she doesn’t like that one bit.

 But maybe there’s something else too?

“Matt, I’m firing my assistant after this. Now let’s get this shit started, I ordered lunch because I know we aren’t going to settle this in the allotted hour meeting time. So yay for tacos.” Maya says and you realize she’s really not ok with whatever is going on. Her body is tense, and she’s mad. But she’s keeping a lid on it, which is not very Maya-like. Something is keeping her contained. 

“We lost some of the budget, didn’t we?” You say, and Sal looks shocked. Wanda walks back to you and sits down to your right and she eyes you curiously. 

“You told her! We said we’d wait!” Sal yells at Maya, who eyes him like he’s a worm, and he plops in the swivel seat. 

Everyone starts to sit down except Maya. You defend your wife until the end.

“She didn’t tell me shit. Why are you cutting the budget and moving the date of release? Oh my god, Matt I won’t do AI.”

“What no, no , I learned from Kool-Aid. People are still boycotting me, and the barista keeps spitting in my coffee. Which is why Maya’s creepy Edward Scissorhands assistant got the coffee today. No, um…Guys, can we have the room? Just for a second? Wanda, I’m really excited you are here. I just need to talk to Da Vinci- I mean Y/n for a second.” Matt rambles, and Wanda keeps her face blank, but she stands with her laptop and walks out. But her eyes on you say it all; ‘I’ll walk if you want me to.’ 

Sal stays, and Patty doesn’t move either. Quinn walks quickly out of the room, and you settle. Dropping your art and computer onto the table. You take a sip of your strawberry matcha as Matt turns and begs Patty to leave in hushed tones. Patty rolls her eyes and argues with him. Matt can’t even get his people to leave the room when he asks. 

You feel Maya put her hands on your chair, it’s a power stance if you’ve ever seen it. It’s pretty obvious, Maya isn’t standing on the side of Matt and the rest. She’s standing behind you, and she’s ready to fight. No wonder she didn’t skin her assistant, she’s got bigger fish to fry. She’ll save him for later. The lion’s got a gazelle in her eyeline now. 

“Maya, please leave for two secon-” Matt tries. 

“No fucking way Matt. You wanna ask my wife a question, I want to hear you say it.”

You don’t turn and look at Maya. You don’t know what this is about, but it doesn’t sound good. Too many layers of tension. And Maya was like a scalpel. 

Matt pulled on his fingers as he worked on through his thoughts.  

“So, higher-ups don’t want to fund two films. I’m working on that, they want to cut the budget. We’re hoping that with the teaser, we can change their mind. But that’s not what I’m worried about. I think I can fix that, I mean I can, I can fix that. What I need to know is..there’s a rumor going around about you.”

Matt can’t look at your eyes. 

“A rumor?” You ask, wondering what HR nightmare you are walking into. Did someone get upset by the noises you and Maya were making when you fucked in her office? Did someone figure out who Billy was related to? No, it was about you? Was it about Maya, too? Did Tony or one of your minions bring a complaint?

“Spit it out, Matty,” Patty says, taking a sip of her drink. 

“Did Marvel contact you about a position?” Matt says and it’s rushed out in one breath. 

Maya cuts in before you can respond. She leaves a count of four before she snaps at the exec.  

“You have no right to ask her that. If Disney comes forward asking about her contract, she has every right Matt. She’s a fucking triple threat artist and you aren’t even giving her full funding for a film. If Disney comes forward for a project with Marvel Studios, my wife has every right to take it.” Maya says cool and calculated and you pause.

 Oh god, you see what’s going on. 

Oh Maya…

You lick your lips and form your response, calculating what is being set in front of you. 

“Matt, you know my contract isn’t up. I can’t work at another studio for another, what was it Maya?” You ask, trying to remembe,r and Maya pretends to think about it. 

“Five months I believe?”

Like she didn’t fucking know. 

Sal gulps and takes the bait, turning to Matt. They were too easy. 

“Matt.. we can’t lose her. She’s fucking got Wanda and Nat on speed dial! She’s got two feature films under her control! No one in animation houses works as fast as she does. If we lose her, these films won’t be made and you know it! We already tweeted the release date! Fix it!” Sal chastised his best friend. Patty eyed Maya before turning to Matt, having made her decision. 

“Wanda will walk, and so will Nat. They love her, there’s so many writers who love her. She’s got a network, and you don’t Matt. And if they walk, you have no story. And seventy percent of the animators, concept artists, cgi artists, sculptors, digital fucking effects teams will leave. She’s the fucking bones of that whole lot. Matt I’m not your boss anymore, I won’t tell you what to do. But if I were you, I’d be mighty scared to piss off your head artist and Maya’s fucking wife. So I’d write a check for the films and give her a mighty fine pay bump. Or the nickname Walt’s Monster will become more real than you are ready for.” Patty said and turned to smile at you before she sipped her coffee. Lipstick stain staying on the straw. 

Now that was interesting. 

Matt got up and walked out to make a call, with Sal on his heels to go help. Patty stood and winked at you and then raised her cup to Maya. She walked out, and you sat in silence with Maya behind you. 

The only noise in the conference room was the clicking of the clock on the wall.

“You are the worst.” You whisper and you don’t say more because you aren’t at home. There are eyes and ears everywhere. Maya doesn’t come around, she stays behind you. 

“If my assistant, or anyone in this industry, ever says something lewd to you ever again. You don’t wait for me to walk in. You fire them on the spot. Because what I’m going to do to him is worse than what you’ll do. He’ll never work in L.A again, and none of his friends will either. And he may go missing if I am in the mood. I’ll kill his fucking dog sparkie if he ever looks at you again. No one, and I mean no one, disrespects my wife that way.” Maya whispered, and it was almost scary if it didn’t make your cunt drip. Maya knew too many people in L.A. And that didn’t stop at people in the industry; she knew drug smugglers, gangsters, and mafia. Maya wasn’t afraid of jack shit. Her upbringing made her hard and scary. She’d carried a glock strapped to her fucking thigh at the age of seventeen. Maya had a whole fancy drawer at home of butterfly knives.

You didn’t turn to look at her. You sipped your drink, and Maya’s finger brushed against your shoulder from where her hand was still on the chair. Your body responded instantly to her long acrylic fingernails against your shoulder. You wanted her.

“You should have come to my office.” She tells you, and you don’t have time to mull that over as Sal, Patty, and Matt are back.

Come play with us 

“I sent over a new contract, I got the green light on the film's funding. Everything is fixed, and I got you a very big pay bump.” Matt says like he’s saved the day. 

“Please don’t take the meeting with the big mouse,” Sal says, and Patty slaps his shoulder, and he goes over to the chair with her and they sit. 

Matt waves at Quinn through the glass of the conference room, and Wanda and Quinn walk back. 

Wanda doesn’t care, she’s a confident fucking writer. She walks over to you and turns her back on the table full of execs. She eyes you and tilts her red hair in question. 

You eye the seat to your right, and she smirks and sits. Opening her laptop up as everyone collectively settles. She grabs her iced coffee and starts to explain the plot. 

Maya is seated to your left, and her high heel finds the back of your calf. She keeps it there, and you understand her. She needs to touch you, the control. You are heres. 

_______

Two hours of talking about Resident Evil and your drawings are spread out, and Ethan’s face is finally picked. Thanks to Sal and Quinn, and no thanks to Matt. 

Lunch wrappers are all around the conference room. You and Maya don’t touch the food. 

Wanda looks down at her watch and turns to you as Quinn is talking, and you raise an eyebrow at her. But both of your questions are left unanswered. 

As Natasha knocks on the door and opens it. Barton isn’t there, but he doesn’t like going out. Most people don’t know that he’s Def, but you do. And you know he hates wearing his hearing aid. You two text on a daily basis. He’s a friend now after a decade of knowing Natasha. He was nicknamed Hawkeye because he had an eye for details and twists and turns. 

Natasha looks drop-dead gorgeous in her leather jacket, red lipstick and fuck me heels. She smiled her fake smile, the one she saved for movie execs. You turned in your chair only a little because Maya’s heel stopped you from moving too much. 

She needs control, and you want to give it to her.

“Nat, I’m glad you could come, you are early!” You say, and Nat looks confused for a millisecond until she eyes Sal and her face drops. 

“Sal has to go to another meeting,” Quinn says, and it has no tac,t but it works. Sal grabs his phone and trips, falling on his face, but scrambles back up and out of the other door. Nat turns and smirks at you, and you both know that she is just giving Sal a hard time because it’s a fun power play. 

But she goes over to Wanda and hugs her, which floors your friend. But she hugs back. 

“So good to see you, Maximoff. I heard you are working on Res! Sounds like fun, Clint and I just sent over the finished script for the Kratos project. A bummer we couldn’t work together on the Village! Sounds like a juicy story, lots of hot sexy vampires.” She laughs, and it’s fake as hell. 

You don’t watch your two friends have their foreplay in front of everyone. You turn to Maya, who’s staring at you as well. 

You shake your head at her; anyone else would think it’s because of the two red heads. But Maya understands what you are saying to her, and to her alone. ‘You are really the worst, We are talking after this.’ It’s very clear in your eyes. 

You turn your attention to Matt, who’s clapping his hands together in excitement. 

“That’s so awesome! Wanda, you won’t have to worry about finishing late now! R&B Productions and Wanda Inc making a fucking script together!”

He’s oblivious for someone who’s been in this business for too long. 

You gulp and close your eyes. There it is, like dominoes. 

 You turn to Wanda, who’s just being civil, and her eyes do not hold the same sentiment. You save your friend, but you aren’t verbalizing writing off the idea of them working together. The two writers collaborating linger in the air. 

“Natasha and I can brainstorm and see tonight what Wanda will need from us. Natasha, if you are ready to talk about the God of War script for everyone. I’ll let Wanda get back to it.”

You excuse her from the dinner table, so to speak. 

Wanda’s hand finds your knee under the table, and it’s a millisecon,d but you know she’s saying ‘Thank you!’ Because she’s going to go write and fix the script before Natasha can see what she’s missing.

 Wanda thanks everyone and lingers on Natasha. Telling her how excited she is to work together. And then she’s gone, and you can almost hear her running out of the building. You are very clear that the script will be done before the meeting is done.  

_________

You thank Natasha and tell her that they’ll make her a badge to get into the building and that she’ll text Alice to get her downstairs. 

You walk behind Maya for a minute as she talks to a PA for Quinn about sending her a temp. You wait until they are done talking, and you and Maya walk into her office. 

It’s a huge fucking office, it’s swanky as hell and she has expensive clothes on racks in a walk in closet. Her own full bathroom with a clawfoot tub and shower. It’s better than your first apartment. Her long plush sofas and large wood desk are menacing in the space. She has a projector always playing classic black and white horror movies that the studio used to make. It’s silent but constant against the wall, comforting.  

You walk in and you lean on her desk, putting your stuff in one of the low guest seats. Maya’s desk is higher, as it is always a contest. 

Your wife takes off her jacket and throws it onto her big desk chair before she walks between your legs. You open them up for her, and her crotch meets yours like they’re magnets. Maya pushes you so you are fully sitting on her desk. It isn’t unlike how she’s fucked you before. 

She isn’t completely hard, but you feel the heat, and you know it’ll only take a second. 

“You started a rumor that Disney wanted me on a Marvel project…so that we could get full funding for the film and I could get a raise.” It’s not a question. 

“You think I just sit here and twiddle my thumbs? Marketing is a full-time job, hon.”

“You manipulated that conference room to do your bidding, again. What I’m surprised by is that Patty didn’t even blink, not an ounce of a fight. What do you have on her? Is it blackmail? Or is she just that afraid of you?” You push, and it’s like foreplay. The game is a foot and it is thick in the room. 

Maya brushes your hair to the side and cups your face. 

“Are you sure it’s just me she’s afraid of, baby?” Blue eyes seek yours. 

“Maya!” You chastise, but she doesn’t seem phased by your displeasure. She’s smirking but you see the upset still under the surface. Something has your wife furious. But she’s so calculated, she’s waiting. She finally opens up a little about it. Her hand is not leaving your face.  

“You aren’t telling me something, and it’s been bothering me, so I had someone do some digging. I had to dig.” Maya starts, and you won’t be easily distracted by this topic. Her other hand comes to your hip. 

“Please tell me, Maya, Sweetie,  that you did not start a stupid rumor to get me paid higher so that I will agree to get pregnant. Because one of my reasons for us not having a baby right now was-” You try, but Maya shrugs and answers. 

“You said I made more than you, I felt like that was silly. I mean, Daddy still makes more, but now you make…really, really, good money. We’ll buy that beach house you were hesitant about last summer- kind of money. Besides pre-schools are fucking expensive, especially for eight children.” Maya muses, and you realize she’s still upset, but the reminder of kids seems to make her smirk a little. 

“Maya, you can’t get me a raise and have me decide we are ready for a baby. It doesn’t work like that.” You chastise your wife, knowing that that was one of the reasons she’d done this. Maya understands your thought process and answers your statement in your mind.  

“It was a small push, but not the only reason. Now what was really funny in that room was you double booking Natasha and manipulating Wanda.”

You bit your lip and smiled, and Maya laughed fully. 

“God, we are meant for each other. I thought I was the only one who brought something for show and tell!” Maya said proudly. 

“I couldn’t have you be bored. Besides, why do you get to have all the fun? I know you wanted the teaser out sooner. And besides Wanda and Nat are probably fucking in my office right now. I’m not that bad of a friend.” You shrug your shoulders, but Maya just shakes her head at you. Her face is closer now, and you are both playing the game of ‘who will break and kiss who first.’

“You little minx.” Maya compliments you. 

“Takes one to know one, I suppose.” You say sweetly, but Maya isn’t buying it. Her face sours, and her eyes darken. 

“You are still in trouble.”

“Maya, it’s not a big deal.” You say, realizing she’s figured it out. But Maya leans in to kiss you, and you try to meet her lips, and then she’s backing up. 

She walks over to her office door and flicks the lock. 

Before she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a crumpled-up drawing. It’s the one Tony did recently, you think. He’s got his cock hanging out he’s wearing a scream mask but you know its’ him from his other drawings. You are giving him a handjob and wearing another domme latex suit, and a strap on. It’s crude, but it’s clear it’s you. 

“What the fuck is this?” She holds the drawing. 

“Maya…” You say slowly, and she shakes her head. 

“Don’t you dare lie to me. You know better than that, we don’t lie. We surprise each other with fun games. Manipulate a room full of people, not each other. They are all pawns. Not this. This, my love, isn’t a fucking game. So you tell me who did this.” She holds up the drawing in front of her like it’s a cursed fucking artifact. 

“Maya.” You say it again instead of saying who did it. 

“No, how long have you known about this?” She says, and she’s licking her bottom lip, and you know she wants blood. 

“It’s not-” You try. 

“Don’t lie. You knew, you knew this was happening. And you didn’t tell me.” Maya’s tone is so betrayed. Her eyes are like razor blades. She’s got venom ready to drip from her teeth.

“How did you even get that?” You ask, and it’s the wrong thing again because Maya’s face turns a darker shade of red. 

“Mrs. Mason, you did not just ask me that. You don’t think I can figure stuff out? Tell me right now, who?” Your wife is raising her voice now. She’s using your married name, oh god.

You put your hand out like it’s nothing, and you can brush it off.

“Maya it’s not even-”

You try, but you can’t even get it out before she knows what you are trying to do. 

“No, don’t tell me that shit. Don’t downplay what this is. And don’t try and tell me it’s the only one. Because I’ve got these!” Maya walks over to the desk and she pulls the drawer so hard it flies out of the desk, and part of the wood shatters. The desk costs more than your car. 

The drawer falls, and she leans down and pulls out four other gross drawings. 

They were all crumpled, they were all….bad. None of them had Tony’s face, but you knew who had done it. 

“Baby…” You say, but she grabs the broken drawer and she throws it across her office, and you hear people outside running away. The marketing team knew that when Maya was mad, it was best to scatter like Pixar rats. 

You aren’t scared of her, she isn’t going to hurt you. Maya would chew off her own arm before laying a hand on you in anger. 

Maya threw things and shouted, but never to scare you. And you knew her anger wasn’t towards you. Maya also never learned healthy ways to get angry. So she acted out like a hip, fashionable, angry teenager with a raging boner.

“Who did this? Who drew you like this? I will burn this whole company down. I’ll do extraordinarily terrible things. You know what I’m capable of. Don’t for a second think whoever did this can hide. Don’t you dare protect them. Who was it?” Maya was seeing red, there was no bringing her back from this. Maya needed carnage.  

“I’ll handle it.” You say, trying to sound more sure of yourself than you felt in this moment. You had thought about telling Maya. You’d wanted to the second it had started. But how the hell do you tell the person who would do anything for you…that… You are being sexually harassed in a place you both worked? You had downplayed it so hard in your mind perhaps Maya had a point. But before you can try anything, Maya is growling with rage. 

“Fuck that! That is complete bullshit. We are a team, have been since the day we met. And you lied to me. You lied to me! You didn’t come to me when this started. The second you saw one of these fucking things you should have got me! I found out about it and I called you. I didn’t wait. I didn’t sit on this. How long have you known?”

It was a trap, and you couldn’t avoid it. You both just looked at each other.  

You were silent and you felt ashamed now. 

“Exactly, you are my everything. And you didn’t think you could tell me. That’s what hurts the most. But there will be no question about people in this town respecting you when I’m done. You bring me this person. You bring me them now. I don’t care where they are or what they’re working on. I’m going to break each finger, they’ll never pick up a pencil again. They’ll have to use a crayon in their mouth in a padded cell to draw when I’m done.” Maya is baring her teeth. She’s throwing her hands around. Maya is not bluffing.

“It’s my house to clean. It’s my animation studio.” You are gripping at straws and this was going to get really bad, really fast. Tony had no idea what was coming his way. He was a jerk, but you still felt responsible, perhaps that was the part Maya hated the most. That you’d been deluded by the industry she loved into thinking you were somehow to blame in any of this. 

Maya laughs and it’s fake and cold.

“It’s your animation studio, that’s nice. It’s my marketing team, it’s Matt’s company. I don’t fucking care. How about this? YOU ARE MY WIFE! How about that?” Maya screams and spit flies and her hands are gesturing towards you in the air. She crumples the drawings and throws them across her office like she can’t touch them one more second. 

“Maya, calm down, baby. It’s not that big and it’s not that deep. This person is just butt hurt I got the promotion. Come here, let me hold you.” You tell her, and you know if you can touch her she’ll calm down. But your wife looks at you like you are insulting her intelligence, which is a way she’s never looked at you before.  You aren’t trying to manipulate her, you just need the room to make sense again.

“No.” She says, and it’s flat and empty, and you are confused. 

“No?” It sounds broken when you say it. Your lip sticking out a little too much. Maya sees it, she sees you.

“I won’t be easily distracted this time. No, Superstar, you tell your Daddy who did this. And we’ll make love right here. I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll burn the images out of our minds. But damn it, if you are going to be a brat I’ll treat you like one.” She said, and her face snarled at the end. Maya was livid, she was rabid. She’d never turned down sex with you, not once. You gulp and you aren’t sure if tears are coming, but you feel like you might throw up. 

“Maya, please don’t do this, baby. You are going on a witch hunt. Come here.” You open your knees and put your hands out to grab her. Giving her space to retreat or walk forward, and you see her right heel come out to come closer, but she shakes her head. 

“This won’t work this time, Sweetie. You need to look back on the last fourteen years. Because if you think a blow job and a hug is going to distract me from protecting you. Protecting what’s mine. Then I’ve done you a disservice as your wife. This whole studio will go down in flames and ruin. You alone have the ability to stop it. I’m sorry if that feels manipulative for you, but it’s the truth. You have until midnight, just like the teaser trailer. I want the artist in my office. I won’t go home either, we knew I wouldn’t if you worked late on this lot. I’ll wait right here. I’ll be patient until midnight. But once that clock strikes like Cinderella, everything is going to change. You can bet I’ll drag the fuckers carcass through this hallowed lot bloody and bruised when I’m done. You can’t hide him. No one can.” 

Her voice is low, and she’s calm, which is terrifying now. Like her anger is cemented in her bones. No longer the hot-headed feeling, now she had a plan. Maya was not to be fucked with.

“Maya, don’t do this, we’re already behind on this movie-” You tried to reason with the business side of her again, but it was no use. Maya loved her job, she loved working in the industry. She was born to do it. But Maya took one thing more serious than; the power, the money, than all of Hollywood. She was your protector, your wife, your safety. And if she needed to be the person who broke down a studio from the inside, she would put this whole town out of business. No one was allowed to do this to you.

“If you think I care about a movie right now…You aren’t thinking straight..You need me to spank the facts into you tonight? I fucking will. Someone disrespected you in my house. And now, heads are gonna roll. Starting with the stupid assistant who spoke to you.” Maya smiles, and it looks a little like how you imagined people thought of the charismatic Ted Bundy.

Maya walked to the door, unlocking it, and you closed your knees as she yelled for the assistant, guess she did know his name after all.  

The pale, tall, lanky 90s Johnny Depp assistant looked stoned but walked in. His fear was evident, but Maya didn’t care. She was on a fucking roll. 

“What did you say to Mrs. Mason when she walked into the conference room earlier?”

Maya asked, and she walked really close to his face. He was extremely scared now. They were in the doorway, and people were watching. Stopping and staring at them, actually. But Maya was about to give them a Godfather-like theater experience. 

“I apologiz-” he mumbled, and it was too late for that.

“WHAT DID YOU SAY?” She screamed, and he grimaced but started to repeat it. Which had been a trick question if there ever was one. 

“I-”

“You are fired. So is your boyfriend over on make-up. I also made an email while I was in my meeting. You’ve been evicted, take your trashy little dog and go back to the Midwest where you crawled from. If you stay another moment here, I’ll take out your eyes with my nails.” 

You looked to the floor, you couldn’t watch the rest. But luckily, he ran from the room, so scared you wouldn’t have to. 

Maya turned to the floor of terrified people who worked for her.

“LET ME MAKE SOMETHING SO CLEAR. TOUCH THE HEAD ANIMATOR AND YOU WILL NEVER WORK IN THIS TOWN AGAIN! I WILL YEET YOU SO HARD FROM THIS BUILDING YOUR SOUL MAY NEVER RE-ENTER YOUR UNGRATEFUL HOT YOGA LOVING BODY!” Maya screamed to the entire floor and then slammed the door hard. 

Turning to look at you, it was a challenge. She’d claimed you and now it was your turn to deliver.

This was Maya Mason. 

She just couldn’t do anything half assed. 

You ground your teeth at her, but she didn’t budge you bent down to pick up one of the drawings. You grabbed your laptop and your work drawings from the meeting. Maya didn’t stop you as you walked out of her office and out of the studio. 

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You entered the animator level, and no one looked at you. Word traveled fucking fast.

You just repeated the lyrics in your head;

Are you scared of me?

Am I too threatening?

'Cause every time you speak

I'm caught between your teeth

When wine and cyanide

Won't cleanse you of your crimes

Down on your knees and

I won't turn your wrongs to right

Confess your obsession, your wicked intentions

Hide behind lies from your bible

You put me on trial, but you're dead on arrival

But you're fuckin' irrelevant

So, gather 'round and run your mouths

Did you forget you're in my fuckin' house?

You walked past Tony and straight to Bucky’s cubicle. 

You repeated it one more time in your mind for good measure. 

Did you forget you're in my fuckin' house?

You politely crooked your finger at him and he stood and you turned on your heel and went into your office. You shut the blinds, and Wanda and Nat were in there with Jen, Alice, and Billy.

“We-” Wanda started, but you opened the door and gestured with your hand for them to get out. 

Everyone left, and Wanda looked at you for a minute, and you shook your head once, and she left. 

You closed the door and sigh.  

“Should I be afraid?” Bucky asked, and it was out of character for him, but you figured ‘yeah actually you should.’

His hand went to the covered amputated spot, he massaged it gently when he was nervous, like now.

You drop your stuff at your desk but grab the dirty drawing and hold it up to him, the drawing you swiped off Maya’s floor. This one has a sex swing in it. And it’s got text that is grotesque to say the least.

Bucky takes it, and you see he doesn’t want to look at it. Putting it down on your desk. You don’t need more proof for what you already knew before you even walked into the office. 

“How long has Maya been paying you?” You ask him, and he looks momentarily upset at the accusation. “Bucky, don’t even try. I really thought I could trust you. Which is stupid of me in this business to trust anyone, honestly. But you had me going with that Brooklyn accent and the sweet stories about how you grew up. I wanted to trust you. Damn, I even promoted you. So obviously I was hoping to move you up and have you running this fucking thing with Alice and Jen. But I just can’t believe you. You looked me in the eye every day and spied on me? That’s fucking gross.” You say, and you aren’t raising your voice, it’s all very calm. Which is almost scarier to the man. Maya and you could teach classes on how to scare people.

“I can explain.” He tried in vain. His long hair falling loosely out of his ponytail. 

“I don’t want you to, actually. I thought I did. I pulled you in here for it. But you are going to be the first of many for me today. You are fired. Pack your equipment and turn in your badge at the door. And you might want to ask Maya for a reference because I won’t be giving you one.” You say, and he looks like a kicked pet now. 

There’s part of you that knows he was doing it for you, but the money bit is hard to ignore. Maya had reach everywhere. And the fact that the people closest to you were spies for her made it all feel dirty. 

“Please let me explain.” He demands more upset clear in his trembling words. You must smile manically at him. Because his face twitches in displeasure. 

“I don’t think there’s anything you have to say that I want to hear.”

Bucky continued knowing it was his only chance. 

“Maya is not paying me! I hated the way Tony kept drawing those shitty ass things! I told him to stop! Jen and Alice tried to get him to! Billy is fucking scared of Tony he’s a bully! You kept putting up with it. You let him keep going. And it was wrong. I agree with Jen, you deserve this job. You are amazing at what you do. And I am your good soldier. That’s what they call me! I fuckin am though! I will go to the trenches in this industry for you. I don’t want to work anywhere else. Please don’t leave for Disney! You taught me more in a short time than anyone ever has!” He says at the end and you laugh again.

 Oh my god, this day needed to end. 

“Bucky, why did you give Maya those drawings? Did you not know what she was capable of?” You ask, contradicting your previous notion that you didn’t want Bucky to say anything. 

“I am on your team. I’m on your side. Maya said she’d fix it that we were protecting you from the shit bags! I didn’t do it to hurt you. I wouldn’t do that! You know me better than that!”

He says, and you see he’s not lying. You’d been around enough bad guys to know Bucky just wasn’t one of them. Even though he might try to believe it about himself sometimes. You see him claw at his long hair, upset. He sits down on your sofa, defeated. 

You are both silent for a few beats before you ask. 

“Did you sleep with Natasha?” You wonder at him now, and he looks at you for a moment before he responds honestly. 

“Yeah, I did, Wanda was there too. I have never been more turned on and out of my element.” He admitted, and you laughed fully no,w and it broke the tension for the two of you. He laughed after a few minutes of you dying. You wiped under your eyeliner to get the tears away. 

“Oh Bucky, this is all so fucked up.” You admit, and he gives a sad smile. 

“You can fire me, I understand. But I just need you to know. I’d go down with the ship, as long as you are the captain.” He says, and he’s serious now, his chin sticks out, and Bucky means it. 

You change your mind. 

“You are not fired, you have two films to animate asshole.”

“What, really? You aren’t gonna fire me?”

“No, but you aren’t going to ever do this again. If you are upset about something in the office, just come to me. Don’t fucking tattle to my wife. Maya doesn’t just fire people, Bucky, she ends their whole lives.” You tell him, but he doesn’t look guilty at all. 

“Da Vinci, I think Tony deserves it.”

You jump at him verbally. 

“You got a fucked up sense of justice. I don’t think a few dirty drawings are equivalent to having your hands chopped off with a machete by a guy who owns car dealerships. Tony fucking needs to go into witness protection before midnight or he’s dog food.” You explai,n and Bucky just shrugs. He reaches in his button down pocket and takes out a cigarette, putting it between his lips. He moves for his Zippo lighter with the star on it. He lights it, and you don’t care. But Bucky hesitates and then takes out the pack again and offers it to you. 

You lean over, taking a cigarette, and he smiles and lights it. 

The two of you smoke, and you rub at your face. 

“So what are you going to do, boss?”

“I’m going to make two movies that are going to do well in the box office. And then I’m going to keep going until we are the biggest animation house in all of L.A.” You say firmly. 

“Poor Mickey.” Bucky smiles, and you just laugh and take another drag of your cigarette. 

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Alice and Jen show you all that needs to be done. You work like a fucking boss until ten thirty at night. You don’t eat, you don’t rest. You push and push. 

Bucky is your fucking right hand. He doesn’t leave your side, he’s motivated, and not afraid of getting his hands dirty. 

You have him knock out the five-second animation of Heisenberg. Buck is bisexual and is able to understand that there needs to be big dick energy. So he makes Heisnburg hot and it fucking works. 

You all spread out in the editing room. There’s a wall of eight monitors as you all piece things together.  There are two desks with large tables, and Billy and Bucky are drawing quickly on Cintique tablets to get everything seamless. 

You have Jen finish the trailer for God of War. Tony still didn’t finish the drawings, he hasn’t been excused to go home by you. He’s waiting in an empty conference room down the hall. You let him sweat. 

 So you give the character to Billy, and he’s floored. There are plenty of other animators who are more experienced who should do it. But you don’t give it to them. You give Billy the confidence boost he needs, and he knocks it out in under three hours, record time. There’s no longer a hole next to the animation of Kratos. It looks good, it looks clean. You go to Alice, and she works with the Digital team to feed the art of Resident Evil’s more anime look in clean up. No more scratchy lines, and they’re able to overlap the small script that is already recorded for the trailer. It gets dubbed and it’s done.

 Alice gets a major point in your book and Billy is sweating but he’s proud, and he should be.  

“Go home, Village team. You did it.” You say proud but both Billy and Alice look upset at you. Which is confusing for a moment. 

“We aren’t done yet,” Alice says and Jen smiles at her. The two share a long, lingering loo,k and Wanda turns to you from her laptop. She’s been sitting on the floor, she’d fixed the problem hours ago. Just like you’d planned. Natasha is sitting next to her, their thighs are touching. You aren’t even sure why Natasha stayed. Perhaps she just loves the adrenaline of a deadline. 

Oh yeah, they’re all gonna bone. 

Not you, though. Maya hadn’t called you once. Not a text, nothing. You were in big trouble. 

“Ok then, Jen, tell them what you need.” You say. 

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It’s eleven thirty and it’s all done. Two gorgeous teaser trailers. No one really believed it could be done. This afternoon, it felt like it would never work. But at midnigh,t two trailers would be released. 

You lean back in your chair, the room is dark because it’s easier to edit in dim lighting. You turn, and Alice is eating Dorito chips next to Jen. She’s got her barfeet in Jen’s lap, and the two of them aren’t talking. In fact no one is talking. 

Everyone is exhausted; you all started at five am. And they hadn’t eaten dinner, besides vending machine snacks you’d bought for everyone. You were going to buy them pizza, but no one took a break to even do that. 

Wanda and Natasha were asleep on cuddling on the floor. The laptop still in Wanda’s lap. Billy was sitting next to you, and he had his headphones in. He was re-watching the trailers over and over, looking for any problems. To your left was Bucky, and he was smoking again, it just hung from his bottom lip wetly. 

“Boys.” You said, and Bucky turned to you, but Billy couldn’t hear you. You grabbed the headphones off his ears. And he jumped, but turned. 

“Go home.” You said, and the two of them didn’t move, too tired to respond. “Don’t come in until eleven tomorrow. Take the morning off. Go to bed, you did great work today.” You told them, and the two of them smiled tiredly. 

“You want me to go with you to your…um..meeting?” Bucky asked and you loved him a little more for offering. 

“No, I think that there will be enough bloodshed.” You aren’t joking, but Billy chuckles on instinct. 

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You and Tony are walking across the quiet lot. He doesn’t ask questions, just follows you. You have your computer bag with your art in it slung over your shoulder. 

You walk into the main studio, using your security badge. You’d already taken Tony’s and he was dumb but not that dumb. 

It’s so quiet, even though there are still some people working. It’s mostly empty, though. You see Matt, and he motions for you to stop. 

“Wait here for a minute.” You tell Tony and then walk over to Matt. 

“Maya informed me that someone is being fired from your team. Something about some inappropriate drawings? Whatever it is, she has the green light. You haven’t signed the paperwork yet. For the new contract and raise, that is- But I saw the teasers and they look fantastic. You are really valued at this Studio. And whoever that guy is who did this, he’ll be very sorry.” Matt said, and you wanted to laugh, he didn’t know how sorry Tony would be.

“Thank you, Matt. I look forward to finishing the films and continuing the franchise.” You say, and he’s relieved. You turn on your heel and motion for Tony to follow you. 

You knock on Maya’s door, seeing as how she doesn’t have a temp at her front desk yet. 

“Come in.” She says calmly, and you open the doo,r and Tony follows. She doesn’t look at Tony. She’s looking at you. 

“Maya Mason, this is Tony Stark.” You say, and Maya stands and puts her fingers spread against the desk. She’s still not looking at him. 

“My love, I’ll just be a few minutes. Why don’t you meet me in the car?” She says, and you don’t contradict her. She reaches into her broken desk and hands you the keys. You take them, but she grabs your hand, pulling you closer to her. She flips your joined hands and kisses the inside of your wrist. You understand what she is telling you.

She’s proud of you, you brought him. Maya is telling you everything will be ok between the two of you. She loves you more than anything. And she doesn’t want you to see what’s about to happen. Maya isn’t afraid of you seeing the ugly parts of her, but you both know you won’t get any satisfaction on what’s coming. The kiss is love, it’s respect, it���s ownership. 

When her lips leave your skin the feeling lingers.   

Maya releases you, and you turn on your heel and walk out of the building. 

Finding her car in the lot, you turn on her supernova Blue Hummer, and you close your eyes as the cold air blows in the car.

You can try to run me out of town

I'll burn this shit down to the ground

____________________________

After you drive home and get settled, you tell Maya you are going to take a shower. She nods and orders dinner for you both. You get changed into a pair of her flannel pajama pants and a tank top with no bra. Taking your contacts out you put on your glasses. You walk back down into the living room and she isn’t there. She isn’t in the kitchen either. You know Maya wouldn’t be in her office after a day like today. Her phone will be close to watch the media coverage for work, but she won’t be at her desk. 

So you walk down your giant L.A mansion until you hear the sound of a movie. 

You smile and find Maya in her dark blue designer boxers and boxers only lying on the giant L sofa in front of the giant movie screen. She turns to see you and smiles. You walk over and climb on top of her. Maya happily cuddles you back, hands holding your body, and you lean your head on her chest. Turning to see the film she’d picked. 

It’s a black and white movie: 1940, Cary Grant and Rosalind Russell. ‘His Girl Friday,’ it makes complete sense why she’d picked it. Carry Grant is trying to win his girl back. She’s smart as a whip and they’re both reporters. In the same newspaper business, Grant is trying anything her into coming back to the paper, back with him. It fit a little too well with their day, actually.

You don’t ask what she did to Tony. You don’t want to know. 

But you lay against your wife and Maya’s nails start to scratch your slightly wet scalp. It’s like she’s petting a cat. It works and your body relaxes more into her. 

You got to the point of the film where Cary Grant character says something that makes Maya’s body twitch under you. It’s small but it speaks volumes in the silent room. 

‘Walter Burns: When you walk out that door, part of me will go right with you.’

You straddle her hips and sit up. Maya grabs the remote and she mutes the expensive surround sound. 

You put both your hands on her stomach. Maya let’s her nails dig into your hips and you can tell she needs your skin, because she moves your flannel pants a little down your hip bones. 

“Hey Mr. Grant,” you tease and she smirks. 

“Yeah Russell?” She catches your game and you can’t possibly love your wife more but every moment with her surprises you. 

“We are a team.” You tell her it and there’s a conviction in your voice that makes Maya look more at ease than she’d been all day. 

“You didn’t fire Barnes.” Your wife says and you understand how she’s laying the chess board out tonight. 

“He’s a good man in a storm.” You say like it’s the facts, no emotion behind in. Maya’s hands spread across your lower back. You fall forward a little so that your wet hair is hanging over her. Little bits of water fall against her bare breasts. But she doesn’t mind. There is a silent ‘ you are a good man in a storm Maya.’ But you don’t have to say it.  

“I’ve heard. You need to close your opening. Resumes and such tomorrow, all that jazz at is were. Deadlines for first looks.” Maya muses though her eyes don’t sparkle and her tone is bored. She doesn’t want to talk shop like this tonight. You nodd and your right hand comes up and cups her jaw. You could respond and remind her she needs an assistant but it’s boring. And she wants to play. 

“You got me a raise, defended my honor, got my films completely funded and fired people for me today.” You say like she went shopping and got everything you’d needed to make a pie. Maya nods once like that was her to do list done. Like she was a good partner who painted the fence. 

Both of your hands are moving over each others skin like you are reading a secret language with your finger tips. It’s getting faster though, like neither of you can do too much foreplay tonight. You needed each other. Maya is being patient though. She is waiting to use her Knight. So she smiles pleasantly at you, but you know she is yearning for you.  

“My wife needed me. I don’t shy away from a challenge, especially not for you. I saw your trailers before you walked in, you did good. But I always knew you would. Time against you, funding against you and trash that needed to be taken out. And you made not one but two animation trailers. They’ve already been liked and retweeted over 150 thousand times. It’s only been out for two hours. Marketing is projecting that they’ll gross over 2.5 billion. That’s not accounting for steaming of course.” She says and you lean forward more, grinding your core against her crotch. Her boxers do little to hide her worsening situation. 

Neither of you are in a rush.

You lean your face close to hers and you hear Maya’s breath catch. She doesn’t hide her desire for you, not her style. 

“Daddy likes what I made then?” You say with a voice that is submissive and wanton. It’s dirty and Maya licks her bottom lip. 

“Daddy is proud, like always. But you do have some apologizing to do. I haven’t forgotten. And if you think I didn’t notice you smoked a cigarette too you are mistaken.” 

You rock your clothed cunt up her shaft and back down and you feel her hips jump.

“You do whatever you want to me Daddy. I don’t want to be in trouble anymore. Please teach me better manners? It wasn’t nice what I did. I never lie to you, and I won’t do it again. I’m sorry. But you can make me more sorry. I’ll do whatever you want, just let me touch you” You ask and Maya’s breathing is heavy and her mouth falls open. 

You can tell she’s just thrown the chess board across the room in her mind. Because she snaps and grabs your wet hair and pulls you against her mouth. No more games it seems. You kiss and it’s hot and wet. Tongues are pushing painfully against each other. You rock back and forth with little rhythm, just need and animalistic instincts .

So let's play hide and seek

'Cause you can't hide from me

Maya flips you and she pins your arms over your head as she pulls your pajama pants down and cups your wet cunt then the doorbell rings. 

“Oh crap.” You shudder out and then moan when you feel the cold air against your cunt. Maya brings her fingers up to her mouth to lick your arousal off her finger. It was like she needed a fix. 

You wrap your arm around her neck and she falls forward and you try to hump her again. But Maya keeps you still and kisses your jaw softly. 

“I ordered dinner, you didn’t eat hon. No more girl dinner.” Maya whispers against your cheek, you can tell she’s somewhat regretting it now. 

“We could eat after?” You offer but your tummy is so empty and Maya groans hearing your half truth and you know she’s not gonna go for it. Your pants are pulled back up. 

The two of you lace your fingers together as you go up to your front door. Maya looks through the camera to be sure before she opens the door and grabs the big brown bag. The two of you walk into the giant kitchen.

You grab two forks and knives and some napkins, and Maya is manhandling your hips as she pulls you forward and down the stairs. You aren’t surprised when she pulls you back into the movie room. 

Besides your office, which Maya had built for you as a present only a month after you fell love with the house. The two of you had bought it together and you’d been so afraid it was a bad decision to own a mansion in L.A. But it was really fun owning it with Maya. You’d decorated like crazy people. Obsessing over tiles and colors, and rugs. To your surprise Maya loved doing it with you. Decisions became fun, and you’d both almost been disappointed when you were finished. 

But the theater was an afterthought, it was the smallest room in the mansion. You wondered if that was part of the appeal for Maya. It was cozy in the craziness of their luxurious life, it was a huge screen and the L sofa, big plush pillows and blankets. You’d fucked in this room more times than you can remember. Maya never let you sleep the night in here, though. She’d even carried you into the master a few times after you’d fallen asleep watching all of the Conjuring movies. 

But the theater room was still swanky, it was Maya.

The closet next to the theater was turned into a backlit snack room. It had a ridiculously boujie popcorn machine and cotton candy machine. Every candy you could ever imagine and a few strong L.A edible baked goods for fun. Many shelves of foreign candy too. Stuff that the two of you hadn’t even tried yet was there, including a small freezer with different gourmet gelatos. A few booze infuzed ice creams that you couldn’t even figure out where they’d come from.   

You open the brown take-out bag to smirk at Maya’s choice. 

“It’s almost morning anyway.” She says at your delight, like she didn’t get you breakfast for dinner.

 Maya had, when you’d first started dating, been taught by you how fun pancakes at midnight were. You’d brought her to a sticky diner with tacky checkered floors. An old jukebox in the corner playing Etta James and Johnny Cash. 

 You’d made her order breakfast with you. She’d told you it was ridiculous and breakfast was for morning. But Maya gave you a smile and caved to your every whim. That signature grin you quickly learned was just for you. It was her ‘I love you for turning my world upside down’ smile. She gave it to you a million more times and she’d given it to you every day since. 

Your wife was squinting at the theater, because she probably needed her glasses. You pulled your glasses off your nose and handed them to her. Maya took them wordlessly and could magically see again. Perks of being married, one of you had a pair of glasses on usually.

 You didn’t look as she chose a movie. You two had a rule that you took turns picking, and you didn’t mind that she was picking twice tonight. You had been in trouble afterall.

Maya turned to look at you staring at her, and she had a moment of confusion and you told her the truth. The truth that would never not be real to you. 

“I love you Maya Mason. I’ll love you until the day I die.”

Maya smiled at you with tenderness she’d never thought she’d feel for someone. 

“Eat your pancakes you old married sap. You have a long night of groveling ahead of you.” Maya’s tone may have been teasing but her eyes held such love for you. 

The blue light made you squint and broke you from the moment to see Disney on the screen and you groaned. Opening your food container and taking out the strawberry syrup that Maya thought was nasty and you thought was the best. 

“You really made the entire studio think I was going to work for Disney today!”

Maya shook her hair out behind her back and snorted.

“It was all so easy Pudd’n. You wouldn’t believe how quick it spread.” She said and you looked up to see her putting on Cinderella. A small reminder of your day and her words.  

“You know just because I’m an animator it doesn’t mean I just want to watch animated movies.” You tease, reminding her of an assumption she’d had about animators before you two got together. Maya just rolled her eyes. 

“I know that your favorite movies are the slashers. My girl likes a little gruesome shit, like me.” Maya says and opens the food container open and you see she picked an omlette and french toast. You’d trained your wife into liking breakfast for dinner too. It was too cute. 

“Maya-” You are about to compliment her again when she cuts you off. 

“Eat baby girl, you are gonna need your strength.”  

Pretty Girl I’ll Make You Famous MasterList

This is going to be a long fic, I promise. Next chapter they will bone.

[wonderjanga]

Nightmares

Billy’s been having terrible dreams? Nightmares? Memories for a while. It started ever since he got his powers. Sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re bad. Sometimes he prays that his night will be dreamless, and sometimes those prayers aren’t answered. Point is, he’s been having very terrible and or questionable dreams(?).

Like he said, there are sometimes good ones…

Billy: *pops into a memory, sitting around a fire with a bunch of other people*

???: “____? “You’ve been staying at your drink for a while! If you don’t want it, you know, I’ll take it!” *pats Billy(?) roughly on the back*

Billy(?):“I do want it. I’m just…”

Billy felt as though he should be happy. Why did he feel like that?

Ah right. There had been a demon resurgence down south. They’d terrorized his(?) people, killing so so so many of them. Thankfully, he(?) and his comrades eliminated the source.

They were celebrating.

Billy(?): “I guess I’m just upset that so many people had to die before we could get rid of the bastards.”

???: *sighs* “I know. It is truly sad. But, at least more people won’t die. Isn’t that good?”

Billy(?): “Yes. I suppose it is?”

Maybe Billy overestimated how happy that memory actually was, but in his opinion, it was one of the most tame.

Then there are the bad ones… the ones that made Billy resolve to never see to killing another person unless they absolutely-posituvly deserved it. The ones that kept them up at night. The ones that made him too scared to fall asleep. The ones that, in one particular instance, drove him to go to the Watchtower and drink the dreaded and disgusting substance known as coffee.

Marvel: *thousand-yard stare, drinking coffee and grimacing every five seconds at the taste*

Batman: *walks past, and then takes five steps back, cause is Marvel actually drinking coffee?* “Captain? You’re here surprisingly late.”

Marvel: “You mean early? It’s 4 AM.”

Batman: “No, I meant late. Why are you here?”

Marvel: “Uh…” *debating whether to lie or tell the truth* “I don’t want to sleep.”

Batman: “…I thought you didn’t have to sleep.”

Marvel: “I don’t, but I also do. Sometimes.”

Batman: “Sometimes…? What’s the longest you can go without sleep?” *walks over slowly to sit down with him*

Marvel: *thinking about how long he could be Marvel without combusting or something* “About two weeks.”

Batman: “Is this the two week mark?”

Marvel: “Sure.”

Batman: *doesn’t really know what to say that but does want to dig more info* “…why don’t you want to sleep?”

Marvel: “Nightmares.”

Batman: “Nightmares?”

Marvel: *nods head* “Nightmares.”

*silence*

Marvel: *sips coffee and grimaces again*

Batman: “…Nightmares about what?”

Marvel: “Oh, y’know, the past, war, etcetera.”

Batman: “Oh.”

Bruce knows that Captain Marvel was a hero during World War II and did fight alongside US soldiers a good number of times.

Now, he’s wondering if Cap has PTSD.

Billy found out later that the reason for these memories resurfacing was that the gods were basically playing them like home movies whenever they got bored. They mostly got bored when Billy wasn’t doing anything so… yeah.

[dlscenarios]

Did I Make You Scream?

Billy Loomis x f!Reader SMUT

"Am I the most fucking fantastic freak you've ever seen...?"

Cw: SMUT, AFAB Reader, Established Relationship (Billy x Reader instead of Sidney), Reader wears a skirt for ✨convenience✨, Reader's called "good girl" one (1) time, Public Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Cunnilingus, Reader's pu$$y referred to as "she" one (1) time, Allusion to squirting?

MDNI

Act 2 was inspired by this Billy post! (Link to a pr0n video beware)

You've always hated horror movies.

The jumpscares, the excessive gore, the awkwardly-placed sex scenes all never appealed to you, even as you sat covered by a fuzzy blanket on Stu's couch with your boyfriend's hand resting on your leg, his thumb idly brushing over your knee. As the movie droned on, you'd found yourself rather enamored by the sight of the VHS slot instead of the kills that Billy was intently watching. You sighed and rested your head against his shoulder, adjusting yourself in a way that caused his hand to slide just a little closer to your inner thigh.

Without a word or tearing his eyes away from the TV, Billy leaned his head onto yours. As what felt like the hundredth murder scene ended, he turned and nosed your hair with a soft kiss. You cracked a soft smile and nuzzled into his shirt. His hand slipped further up your thigh, getting dangerously close to the hem of your skirt. You leaned up to glare at him, silently telling him off at the sight of his faint smirk.

Billy didn't stop. Instead, he ventured further into your skirt. The tips of his fingers trailed along the edge of your panties all while keeping his darkened eyes on you. In retrospect, you should have known he'd try something. He never wanted to stop touching you, always tracking you down just to hold your hand or wrap his arm around you. You never minded, of course, but with his clinginess came his "horny teenager" side as well and it was never easy to deny him when just the look of a desperate Billy made you want him just as much.

The pads of two fingers ghosted over your clothed clit, causing your legs to widen around your boyfriend's arm before instantly snapping shut as he rolled your clit between the very same fingers. Biting your lip, you readjusted in your seat, praying that your moves didn't seem suspicious to any of the people around you. Knowing them — especially Randy and Stu — they'd make some crude remark even if Billy's touches were completely innocent.

As his hand continued its slow circles, Billy kissed the side of your head again before nuzzling into your hair and whispering, "No sudden noises."

All you could do was side eye him as he turned his gaze back to the movie. You tried to do the same, but your focus was completely on Billy's hand. It pressed against your clit, deft fingers running in deliciously slow circles. As the music in the film rose in pitch, his hand left your clit, sneakily pulling your panties to the side before its teasing returned on your slick heat. You readjusted again in an attempt to hide the way your hips chased after his touch. Billy remained stoic, eyes glued to the movie. When the killer appeared again on screen, his middle finger slowly pushed in.

One glance in your boyfriend's direction told you he was having to hold back too; his body briefly tensed and biting his own lip. His eyes fluttered shut as he inserted another finger, relishing in the way you clenched around the two as another girl on screen fell limply to the floor in a puddle of blood. He carefully pumped into you, wanting to remain as quiet as possible lest the idiots beside him caught on. Your own hand, the one closest to Billy, clutched his forearm, a feeble attempt at trying to find a way to keep silent.

Billy kept fucking you with his fingers, biting back a shiver as your arousal coated his hand. It was surely dripping onto the couch, not that either of you really cared. If it was in Stu's house, it's definitely experienced worse. As Billy slumped further into the back of the couch, his wetted hand slipped out, trailing your slick up to rub your clit again. Your free hand gripped the couch cushion under you. You were close and if Billy didn't stop, you weren't sure you could bite back the sounds when you'd inevitably come. He must have sensed it too as, not missing a beat, he retracted his hand and slid your underwear back into place.

You huffed and attempted to throw a glare at him, unsure if it actually came out upset or more pleading. Billy's hand trailed up your thigh, leaving a trail of your arousal along your skin.

As if it were a miracle, the movie ended not long after, but as Randy got up to grab another tape, Billy announced that you weren't feeling well and offered to take you to Stu's parents' room to rest. You stared at him as he stood, grabbing your arm to bring you with him. He pushed you a step ahead as you made your way out of the living room and up to the nearest empty bedroom.

He shut the door behind him and slid the lock into place before demanding, "Sit your pretty ass on that bed."

You obeyed without a word, immediately sitting at the edge. Billy stalked toward you, brown eyes darting around your form before dropping to his knees in front of you, hands prying your legs apart as he innocently gazed up to your face.

"So fucking pretty...My good girl..," he uttered before biting a kiss into your inner thigh. He placed a few more, inching closer to your wet heat. His fingers looped into the waistband of your underwear, meeting your eyes once more as he tugged them off. His face neared your core. "She's been waiting for me, huh?"

You nodded, watching with bated breath as Billy's tongue darted out to lick a line along your slit. His lips enclosed around your clit, expertly sucking as his eyes fluttered closed. His tongue explored you as if it hasn't in years, like it was his first meal in decades. The hand stationed on your thigh left, pushing two fingers into you one by one. You bit your lip as a whine slipped through with a roll of your hips. His fingers pistoned into that sensitive spot in you, an obvious and deprived switch from how slowly they teased you earlier.

"Fuck..." Your shaking whisper was the first time you'd spoken in hours and it came as your head lolled back, feeling your denied orgasm from before returning. "Baby..."

Billy's lips abandoned you to press a wet kiss to your pubic bone. "Come for me, baby."

At his command, your hand laced into his hair, guiding his mouth back to your clit. He growled against your skin, fingers moving even faster.

"Fuck, it's coming baby..," you moaned, holding him impossibly close as the coil in your stomach tightened. With another, harsher suck to your clit, you bucked into his mouth as you finally came, clutching the bed under you as you threw head back with a gasp. Buried beneath your trembling moans, you heard the squishing sound of Billy's fingers guiding you through your orgasm, your juices trickling down his arm as he continued the assault. You chanted expletives until Billy eased up after your legs began to shake.

He pulled away, looking you dead in the eyes as he licked your arousal from his fingers, a habit he'd grown to love after your first time together. You smiled weakly, following his every move as he sat straighter and brought you in for a tender kiss. As he pulled back, a hand on the back of your head and the other resting comfortably on your thigh, he whispered, "I love you. So damn much, baby."

"Love you too..." you replied before cupping his head and bringing him in for another, passionate kiss.

Maybe horror movies weren't so bad after all.

[colorlessjay]

A truly underrated part of the Confession is that Dean, while panicking about how he’s gotten them into this situation, utterly despairing and truly honesty and says

“she’s going to kill you AND THEN she’s going to kill me”

(Emphasis mine lol)

Like. Dean is terrified and he knows that

Cas won’t stop trying to protect Dean and Dean won’t be able to stop him from doing so and

The worst things are happening, the world is dying, God himself is after him in particular, and yet Dean still has to pick out Cas dying in front of him (again) as another truly awful thing that’s going to happen. Like he knows he’s got maybe minutes to live and he’s despairing enough that he’s going to have to outlive Cas by perhaps a few seconds that he “wastes” precious moments and breaths to even mention it

And like, Cas doesn’t really understand that? Or catch that? Like it’s a canonical t fact that Dean CANNOT survive Cas dying, he “lives” for at best a few months after but yeah Cas dying is essentially a terminal diagnosis FOR Dean! and it’s canon!

And Cas, in a combination of his poor self esteem, his insecurities with his importance to Dean in particular, his chronic fear of being staying past the point he’s actually wanted&welcome, and the fact that he never sees Dean when he’s dead because he’s, ya know, DEAD and all and Dean or anyone never TELLS Cas that Dean literally NEEDS Cas alive to continue existing. Cus Cas hears Dean say “I/we need you” and takes it as “you are useful” most of the time and when Dean says “you should stick around, it’s better when we are all together and you’re here” Cas’s brain is translates it to “since you are useful, it’s easier for me to have you around to be useful” and therefore Cas is all, ah, but if I’m MORE useful away/dead then even better!!

(oh Cas)

But anyway! Dean’s about to die, the whole world is dying! But he knows that Billie and Chuck want to maximize their hurting if him and he knows THEY know to do that is to kill Cas right in front of him and he’s so, so heartsick over it even now.

(Also, do you think Dean was terrified that Michael knew about that particular chronic, soul deep fear of Dean’s after he possessed him?)

You should write a fic about that btw, Anon

Not sure how to answer your question but thank you for telling me

[ranpazz]

ARE YOU DEATH OR PARADISE? ft. Dazai Osamu

synopsis ; He thought he could prevent your inevitable death. How foolish he was to believe that he'd succeed where he failed in every world.

cw ; beast!zai, character death, angst/no comfort, gn!reader, not proofread (it's me.), someone needs to take Billie Ellish away from me.

Death.

Humans fear two things. The inevitable, and what they dont know. The first thing is what most humans tend to try and avoid, knowing that it's impossible. Some fear it, some wish for it. To Dazai, it was something that he felt the duality of. He feared it– only when it prayed and caught onto those he cherished most, yet he wished for it to the point it was not sane.

In this world, the very one he fabricated every tiny detail down to the wire, he assured himself that nothing could truly avoid his watchful eye. He even brought you along with him to ensure that fact. You're something precious, possibly even otherworldly, to Dazai, even in the realities that he's a mere spectator of. The memories of you that plague his mind like flies swarming food.

He wanted to believe that, even just for a moment, you were his. That you didn't belong to the versions of him from another world– you were solely his. Dazai protected you, he has the resources in this world to save you from the very fate that found you in every universe– death. You were supposed to be safe. You were not supposed to be lost. This wasn't supposed to happen again. Then again, Dazai knew better.

So why did he hope that you were any different?

Why did he believe that when he witnessed you die on the CCTV footage, killed by a threat greater than himself, you were merely playing a game? Why did he, for once, pray to a God that this was not the horrid reality it was meant to be? Why was life so far away from fair, taking away the only string of sanity that kept him going in this world?

It was simple, really. He was Dazai Osamu. Everything he wants is lost the moment he obtains it.

Which led him here, hovering over your body, clutching you tightly in his grasp as if you'd vanish the moment he let you go. He was trembling, your blood was staining his hands, tainting the bandages he wore a deep shade of scarlet. Dazai had never cried before, but he could feel his tear ducts stinging, his vision blurring.

Chuuya’s shouts were ignored, all Dazai could focus on was how at peace you looked. Your hair was disheveled, yet it framed your face with the upmost delicacy, your lifeless eyes were closed, thick lashes mocking him, causing him to ponder that you might just be toying with him. Unfortunately, the lack of a heartbeat in your ribs, the paleness of your skin, and the way no air entered nor left your body, said otherwise.

The pages of that godforsaken book tunneled his vision, the sentences that spelt out your death tantalizing him. He knows, so stop it. Stop reminding him of what he lost. Dazai knew he was reckless, stupid for bringing you into this life when he should have left you alone. He should have learned from those other versions him that it's best not to become attached. The original version learned from Oda, so how come he just had not learned his lesson from you?

It could have been that he did not want to accept the truth of your demise. You had loved him so tenderly, accepted every one of his flaws, remained patient with him no matter what occurred. You were practically his safe-haven in each universe. Maybe it was your understanding that led him to forgetting the reason why he told himself to stay away. Or possibly it was the sheer love that he refused to acknowledge until the last minute.

.

.

In the next life, he'll try again. You'll stay safe, you'll stay alive. He'll do whatever it takes for you to stay by his side.

Next time, he'll do things differently.

divider by @kodaswrld

[slasher-fxcker]

Hihi! I was wondering if you can do billy and stu and just the slashers reacting to their someone being hurt at their job and trying to hide it?

A/N: Okay I was going to do this request for multiple slashers, BUUUUUUT I started writing for Billy and Stu and got carried away. I love them too much

Billy & Stu Reacting to their S/O being injured at work.

Warnings: Swearing, mention of blood, brief mention of killing (but I mean this is the slasher fandom so kinda expected lol)

This blog is 18+, Minors do not interact

GIF by casualwriters

You hadn’t been working at the video store for too long but you loved it, your friend Randy had gotten you the job when they were desperate for staff. It was great for the boys too; Billy and Stu would stop by all the time using the place as their personal hang out much to your managers displeasure.

Every Saturday night the boys would swing by and pick some scary movies to watch together after you finished, unfortunately for them you were going to be stuck doing inventory tonight. As usual Billy wasn’t impressed about having to share your time with anyone other than Stu, “Just blow it off what are they going to do fire you?” you rolled your eyes as you continued getting ready. “Yes Billy, probably.”

Stu got up from his spot in front of the tv to try to pull you back to the couch, “Come on babe, do you really think you should be out at night? Don’t you know there’s a killer on the loose?” You try to supress your chuckle as he raises his eyebrows at you, his usual smirk on his face.

You fake innocence putting on your best fear filled voice, “Oh no, what will I do if Mr. Ghostface comes to get me.” Billy laughs one of his rare genuine laughs before Stu steps closer to you placing his hands on your waist, “I could think of a few things.” Smirking as he notices the way you flush at the suggestion. You lightly smack his chest as he laughs at himself once again before you press a chaste kiss to his lips. You grab your bag, blowing a quick kiss to Billy before heading to the door. “I’ll try to get back in time for movie night, but don’t wait up.”

Inventory was fairly boring, you tried to get it done as quickly as possible while Randy spent most of the night showing you his favourite scenes from various movies. Shoving another handful of popcorn into his mouth he continued his rant, “Come on how can you have lived your whole life without watching this movie? Quick you're gonna miss the best part!”

“Randy unlike you I’m actually trying to get this finished before midnight, now are you going to help me or not?” He sighs before finally getting off his ass and heading towards the storage room, 15 minutes go by and he still isn’t back to help. “I swear to god Randy if you're napping on the kart again I’m going to kill you.” You mutter to yourself as you head to the storage room.

You see Randy sitting on the kart going through a box of movies, you try to get a closer look before he sees you. You noticed the box of X rated movies he was looking at. “Randy you perv!” You didn’t realise you had snuck up on him before he jumped up knocking you into the shelves behind you both. Before you could move a box came off the shelf and fell onto you. Your head immediately pounded “Oh shit, Y/N!” Randy hurries to help you up, moving the various tapes that are scattered around to get you back out into the store, sitting up on the counter Randy starts looking over your head. “Oh shit, you're bleeding. Billy’s going to kill me.” You feel him practically prod at your forehead as you hiss in pain and slap his hand away. He helps you clean up the blood and tells you to go home, “Ill finish up here, it’s the least I can do.” You can see how sincere he is when he apologises. Your only worry is how you're going to explain this to the boys.

You decide to head straight home, hopefully the boys will think you just had to stay too late and will leave you be until tomorrow. That way you would at least have time to clean yourself up and come up with a story.

Looking in the mirror the damage is worse than you thought, the red tint on your forehead of smudged blood, the dried blood in your hairline and the bruising that was already beginning to show around the cut that could definitely not be concealed. You sighed as you wet a cloth in the bathroom sink raising it to your head gently, the pain immediately making you wince at the contact.

You raised your hand to try again when you heard something in your room, you looked out the doorway and saw what you could only assume was the boys sneaking in your window. You panicked and slammed the bathroom door closed locking it behind you. You hear the taller of the two call out to you as he knocks on the bathroom door. When you don’t answer he tries to open the door, “Whys the door locked babe?”

“Sorry Stu, I’m not feeling too well.” You try to sound convincing. This time its Billy that answers, “Come out here and tell us what’s wrong.” “Yeah we will look after you.” Stu giggles as you can clearly hear Billy push him away from the door. You feel bad hiding from them, “No its okay, you should probably go home in case I’m uh infectious or something. Yeah.” Your voice wavers and you know you aren’t convincing anyone.

Stu is quiet for once but you hear the edge in Billy’s voice as he speaks, “Y/N don’t lie to us, get out here.” You know they won’t leave, part of you wonders if it would be dramatic to climb out the window at this point. “Don’t make me break the door down.” You would’ve rolled your eyes but you knew he probably wasn’t kidding.

You slowly unlocked the door before slipping out of the bathroom, still not looking at either of them. You try to hide your face but of course they can see it, Stu is at your side immediately trying to make sure you're okay. He gently inspects the cut careful not to touch it. You try to ignore Billy’s stare but you can feel his eyes on you, looking at him for a second regret fills you when you meet his eyes. Billy might be a murderer but everything he does is so calm and thought out, never out of rage. You wouldn’t know that looking at him now, fists clenched at his side as his eyes narrow at you, gaze shifting between your eyes and the cut on your head.

Stu takes you to sit down on the bed, unsure of how to help you. He might be the most caring person when it comes to you but he’s also kinda hopeless. Billy’s gaze doesn’t leave you as you move around the room. Eventually after what felt like endless silence he walks towards you taking your chin in his hand and turning your face to look at the cut better. “Who did this to you?” Any other time Billy’s over protective tendencies would make you feel secure but seeing him like this, eyes dark and glazed over in anger didn’t bring you any comfort.

“No one did this to me.” He cut you off as his grip tightened slightly, “Don’t fucking lie to me. Who did this to you.” You don’t know what to say, you pull your chin out of his grip and sigh, “I was working with Randy and…” Stu seems to pull you closer protectively as Billy raises his voice again. “Randy did this to you?” Billy hated Randy already for so many reasons but this time Stu is the one to speak up, “That little fucker is going to pay,” he stood up and tried to walk away before you grabbed him, “No! I mean please just stay here with me,” you plead him as you pull him into a hug again, you know just how to stop this big softy from making a stupid decision like trying to kill Randy.

“He’s right. You think he gets to hurt you and get away with this.” Calming Billy down was going to be a harder task, “He didn’t hurt me Billy, we were taking inventory and it was an accident.” He scoffed, “He accidentally sliced your head open.” You walk towards Billy and take his face in your hands making him look at you once again, “It was an accident,” he tries to turn his head away but you bring him back to look at you, “And I’m fine now. I promise.”

You watch him as his eyes flicker from your eyes down to your lips, bringing himself closer to you. You reach up to place a kiss on his lips, slightly surprised when he begins to deepen it. His hands wrap around your waist as he starts walking you backwards towards the bed. You know where this is going and as the back of your knees hit the bed frame you break apart smiling up at him as you think you’ve won this one. He gently pushed you back onto Stu’s lap, the kind look gone from his face as he turns to Stu, “Keep her here til I get back.” Stu only seems to nod and Billy starts walking back towards the window, you suddenly realise what’s happening and frantically try to get out of Stu’s embrace.

“Billy no!” you practically yell at him, stopping him half way out the window, “Please Billy, don’t kill him.” He doesn’t respond as he sends you a bone chilling smirk and disappears out of your room.