#but “hey wanna watch this movie where peoples insides get turned into outsides” is not an invitation people usually take me up on

[murderboisblog]

PATTING YOU I can only imagine QAQ

I haven't seen Suicide Club but I should! I googled "suicide circle" just now and found a novel by Sion Sono as well; I had no idea that was a thing. My exposure to weird Japanese horror movies has involved so much extreme nastygross gore (ex. the Guinea Pig series and Ichi the Killer) that I always laugh my ass off whenever I hear Western film critics doing that like.... weird little self-loathing exoticizing dance where they're like "ooooooh Japanese filmmakers understand the art of subtlety in a way that we never can, ooooooh you'll never find any gratuitous gore in Japanese cinema." You WILL and it is WORTH WATCHING if you have the grindhouse appreciator's temperament and I refuse to hear it erased and slandered!!!!! Never speak to me or my son Guinea Pig 5: Mermaid in the Manhole ever again!!!! (There is in fact a different approach taken to supernatural horror that's often subtler and more naturalistic, so it's not ALWAYS a stupid thing to say, but like. Sometimes it's really really stupid. I'm not like a film scholar or whatever but I think delving into the deeply rooted cultural concepts of How Supernatural Forces Work And What They Are that manifest in these horror movies is more interesting and valuable than just going "It's better because no icky gore :)" like, the human body is such a fascinating thing to center your horror around and there are few things more sincere than some weird artsy ero-guro shenanigans) (I do not necessarily recommend looking up any of the stuff I mentioned if you don't wanna see live action nastygross gore, of course, and that's perfectly fine. But you've activated the Talk About Weird Horror Movie Instinct and must suffer the consequences LMAO)

"won't find gratuitous gore in Japanese cinema" LMAO Tell that to my copy of Tokyo Gore Police.

Seriously there's a scene in Noriko's Dinner Table (the sequel/prequel to Suicide Circle) that just as a bizarre bloody torture scene in a bowling alley for absolutely no reason. Does it connect to anything??? Does it add to the plot?? Fuckin no, but it's in there anyway

I've never heard of the Guinea Pig series but I love a bit of over the top gore, like when it gets ridiculous and kinda funny. From a quick google search it seems more serious gore and torture than is my usual cup of tea but maybe?

Also since I brought up Noriko's Dinner Table I want to let you know that there's a scene where one of the characters gives a monologue speech thing about the importance of prey animals in a human sense, she says that everyone out there wants to be lions but you can't have just lions or there'd be nothing to hunt. So her and her group all become "rabbits" because prey is a vital part of the eco system and even though they're rabbits made to be hunted and killed they have indefinable value to the world of "lions"

[2gayy2functionnn]

Pool Party-

A little story based on my alignment chart for pool parties. FT everyone making fun of jsnis the whole time basically.

here it is for reference!!! ^^^

She really didn’t want to do this. Janis thought to herself as she stood outside the large george mansion. 

“Janis let’s go!” Damian shouts behind the girl as he begins pushing her forward.

“Can’t we just go back and finish our movie” She groans digging her heels into the ground. 

“And be antisocial for senior year. No thank you” 

Janis crosses her arms and continues to dig in her heels stopping herself from moving any further.

“Janis, if you don’t stop acting like a child. I’ll treat you like one. Than i’ll have to carry you inside and you’ll be really embarrassed”

“Damian I don’t wanna be here!” She argues stomping her foot before she can stop herself.

Damian raises an eyebrow at her before sighing and walking in front of her.

“I know she was a complete asshole to you. She really has put in an effort to change though. Listen if she’s rude to you one more time we can call it quits and go home and watch the movie and never hang out with them again. Yeah?” 

“What about senior year” She mocks crossing her arms.

“I’ll have you and it’ll be ok”

Janis nearly melts at that and she leans in and hugs her bestfriend (which never happens).

“Hey losers you gonna come in or keep sexing on my driveway!” A loud voice yells interrupting the moment between the two.

Janis shoves damian away with a blush. Janis is not soft so she doesn’t hug. Her cover was nearly blown.

“Ready?” Damian asks janis who sighs dramatically.

“That’s a dumb question” 

“Let’s gooo!” Regina yells opening the door further. 

“Janis walk now or i’ll pick your little ass up” Damian threatens standing and up and stretching his back. 

“You wouldn’t dare!” Janis shouts putting her hands on her hips.

Damian raises his eyebrow in his famous try me face and janis stomps to the door where the blonde stands.

“Janis, lovely to see you” Regina grins.

“Go back to hell” Janis scoffs before it turns to a squeak as she’s pulled back by her shirt from passing the blonde.

“She’s sorry” Damian says as he guides the girl by her shirt like a leash.

“No i’m not!” Janis yells before its muffled as Damian claps his hand over her mouth. 

“Bite me you’re dead!” Regina heard Damian yell as they walk outside. Regina giggles softly and grabs the extra towels before following them outside.

Damian pulls off his shirt and poses in his rainbow striped swim shorts before jumping in. Gretchen lays on the side in a lean chair chatting with cady while karen splashes on the steps of the shallow section. Aaron floats on his back in the middle of the water.

Janis throws her towel down on the chair. Walking over to the side of the pool and dipping her foot in.

 She tosses a football at damian’s head who’s floating on the water after it hits him and he shouts angrily she gets lectured by three different people about pool safety.

After her friends act too much like adults for her liking she walks to the side of the pool and starts sorting through the toys on the side. She grabs a large water gun and looks at Cady, Regina and Gretchen on the side in the lawn chairs. She smirks grabs an extra gun and hands it to karen telling her the plan.

5 minutes later with matching shit eating grins on their faces Janis and Karen walk over to the girls hiding behind their lawn chairs as they talk about nails.

Janis spins and shoots the water at the girls who all squeal and cover their faces. Karen does the same giggling and jumping up and down as she shoot’s gretchen with water. Bored with the amount of water coming out She undos the holder and tips it over spilling the water all over regina.

She grins at the drenched blonde whose hands move into fists. 

“Janis Elizabeth Imi’ike” Regina says in a weirdly calm but angry tone standing up and looking down at the girl she towers over. 

“Hey” Janis smirks innocently. The rest of them watch on in both fear and amusement. Karen sits next to gretchen who dragged her down and ruffled her hair in retaliation. 

Janis and Regina continue in a staring match. Before Janis raises the gun up one more time and lets the last squirt of water hit the blonde right in her face.

Regina’s eyes narrow further as she screams angrily and reaches forward grabbing the small brunette. She grabs her by the back of her shirt and drags her to the side of the pool. 

“you think that was funny” Regina asks spinning the girl to face her.

“Hilarious” Janis smirks. Regina smirks back at her mockingly.

“I hope you find this funny too” Regina says before leaning down and lifting her up. A hand around her waist and one around her leg. 

“No don’t! This is my favorite shirt!” Janis yells twisting in the hold. 

“Should’ve thought about that before drenching me in water!” Regina shouts adjusting her hold on the girl. She looks down at the girl in her arms and smirks.

“Have a nice swim” She says before leaning back and tossing the flailing girl into the deep end. Janis hits the water on her back immediately yelping at the contact. 

She swims up wiping her hair from her face and climbs out of the pool an annoyed look on her face. She takes her drenched shirt and shorts off setting them on the lawn chair and wringing them out. 

She grumbles to herself as she does so before taking a deep breath and climbing back in the water ignoring regina who continues to smirk at her.

She swims over to damian who makes fun of her for a few minutes before they chill and talk about school until they are interrupted by a large yell.

“let’s play chicken!” cady shouted a bright smile covering her face. Karen cheered along at the idea.

“I can ref” Gretchen offered softly coming and sitting on the edge apprehensively. Regina sat next to her and offered to ref too.

“No way Regina! we need an even number!” Janis shouts splashing at the blonde. Still angry at the tall girl.

“It’s too cold” Regina grumbles crossing her arms “plus chlorine is like really bad for my hair.” 

Janis mocks her before swimming over only to be stopped by damian grabbing her, an arm hooked around her waist and stopping her from moving.

“What are you doing?” she shouts exasperated. Flailing her arms in the water slapping at the taller boys arms.

“Saving you from your own bad choices” damian shoots back turning to the blonde still holding his angry friend.

“Come on Regina, your hair will look fabulous no matter what, can you just come in?” Damian offers batting his eyes.  Regina sighs but slowly lowers herself into the water, wincing at the cold.

“Great! So i’m with aaron obviously!” Cady says wrapping an arm around him. Janis continues to fight at damian’s arm still trapping her.

“Do i have to be with her?” damian sighs dramatically and motions to the small girl in his arm. 

“Rude!” Janis yells as Regina snorts.

“No Damian you can pick whomever you’d like” Cady says helpfully.

“Whomever” Janis mocks fidgeting. 

“Karen want to team?” Damian asks the tall girl who nods happily her eyes widened.

“Hey! That leaves me with the monster!” Janis supplies still fidgeting in his arm.

“You’ll be fine” he rolls his eyes and lets go of his hold causing her to sink and gulp a lot of water. 

“Fuck you!” she shouts as she comes back up for air with a gasp, ignoring her friends laughs.

She swims softly over to regina still grumbling. 

“Climb on” Regina sighs lowering herself into the water. 

“What no way!” Janis scoffs shaking her head.

Regina tilts her head and look at the girl. 

“What?”

“I’m not getting on your shoulders! You get on mine” Janis challenged lowering herself in the water. 

“Janis seriously, you can’t even touch.”

“Yes I can!”

“Janis seriously, you were going to get on damian’s!” She shouts ignoring her.

“Well damian doesn’t hate me!” Janis shoots back crossing her arms.

“Jesus Janis, I don’t hate you. I never have. I’m so so sorry for the way I treated you, but i promise it wasn’t out of hate!”

“Than what was it out of?”

“That’s not important can you just get on, before we get disqualified or some shit?”

Janis grumbles and looks up at her again. She mumbles something.

“What was that?” the blonde asks moving closer.

“I said i…” She says trailing off again.

“Seriously Janis, I can’t hear you!”

“I don’t like heights!” She shouts. Regina laughs holding a hand out on her side.

“I’m sorry, I just”

“Ok ok, wrap it up” janis grumbles embarrassed.

“Ok i’m sorry, it’s just kind of funny” 

“no it’s not!”

“Ok, Im sorry. I promise i’ll hold on to you though and if you fall you’ll hit water so it’ll be ok. Yeah?”

“Yeah” Janis agrees softly and swims around behind the blonde and presses her hands on her shoulder.

“Go down” She whispers softly. Regina gulps but begins to slowly lower herself. She resists the urge to gasp as she feels tiny nails rake across her neck and pull her wet hair from behind the neck and lightly toss it over the one shoulder.

“Ready?” Janis asks.

“Ready” Regina replies with a gulp as she sinks and the short girl hoists her self onto her shoulders and immediately grabs the blondes head.

“Oh fuckkkk, this is high” Janis squeaks wrapping her arm around the blondes head.

“Janis Stop” regina grunts shaking her head. The brunette grabs her head tighter.

“Come on we don’t got all day!” Damian shouts as karen sits on his shoulders and picks at his earring. Cady and aaron are in their own world trying to recreate the spiderman kiss, with cady atop his shoulders.

Regina grins as they move in closer and janis’s grip tightens and her legs lock under her arm pits in an attempt to stay still.

“Jay, I promise, I got you. I won’t let you go” Regina whisper. Although she can’t see the girls reaction she feels the hold loosen a bit.  

“Ready teams?” Gretchen asks.

“Ready” Damian smirks at Janis. Mocking threatening glances at her. 

“Wait!” Janis shouts causing everyone to halt and look at her.

“Janis?” Gretchen asks looking at the girl.

“I- Nevermind” she says glaring back at damian who smirks at her. 

“Ready set go!” Gretchen yells as the teams move to each other. Janis shoves at a slippery carts shoulder and watches as she immediately falls off. 

“Aaron and Cady are out!” Gretchen yells in an announcer voice. Damian moves closer to them. Janis stays firm on her shoulders as she and karen shove at each other. Both are pretty evenly matched and staying strong on their partners shoulders.

“Come on Janis!” Regina yells up to her partner. The brunette continues to shove at the tall girl when she feels a grip on her ankle. She looks down eyes wide.

Damian smirks as he grabs her ankle and drags her foot towards her. He begins to scratch at the ball of her foot. Janis squeals and squirms sideways on regina’s shoulders trying desperately to move away from him.

“No! Cheating!” Janis squeals moving on the shoulders. Regina raises an eyebrow at the girls laughing but keeps her hands on the girls thighs not letting her go.

Karen takes the chance and shoves at her. Janis goes to fall back ready to give up but regina grips her further refusing to let get down.

“Janis Imi’ike! I’m not losing this game because you’re ticklish!” Regina snarls holding the girls thighs still as she continues to squirm almost screeching at this point. Regina was way to competitive some times and it seemed she was really desperate to win this one. 

“Please!” Janis screeches yanking at regina’s hands on her thighs. Damian continues to tickle her foot laughing maniacally.

“Janis you fall, i’ll get you worse than Damian would.” Regina warns the girls who’s red in the face.

With a final tug janis removed regina’s hands and falls backwards escaping the tickling fingers.

Regina groans as she hits the water. 

“The winners! Damian and Karen!” Gretchen cheers.

“They cheated!” Regina yells splashing the girl on the side. Janis stands up fixing her hair in the water crossing her arms a large blush on her face.

“I have never lost a game of chicken in my life you little shit.” Regina says spinning to the girl and sticking a finger in her face.

“Chill Gina, it’s just a game” Janis rolls her eyes glaring at Damian. 

“Watch your back shrimp” Regina says climbing out of the pool and sitting next to gretchen continuing her complaining of the cheating.

“I hate you!” Janis shouts splashing water at her large friend who swims over smirking. Damian places a hand on his chest.

“I’m crushed” He pouts standing next to her.

“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” Janis groans. 

“Well technically, I didn’t tell anyone” Damian smirks batting his eyes “plus you telling me you didn’t like the squirming on top of regina” He teases.

“I’ll kill you!” Janis shouts throwing herself at the boy. 

“Careful Jan Jan! Now everyone knows your secret.” He cackles holding her at arm length away.

“Oi! Children! Snacks are here” Regina yells from the side of the pool. Damian smirks and pulls Janis closer.

“I bet Regina liked it” Damian whispers in her ear patting her on the head. Janis blushes and follows him out of the pool and sits next to the rest of the group on the small outside couch.

Chatter rings around while janis sits on the end crossing her arms a pout still on her face. Regina sits on the other side the same expression.

“Guys it’s just a game” Cady tries to mediate when both of them shout “shut up!” in sync. 

They turn and look at each other eyes narrowing. 

Cady takes a deep breath. This is going to be a long night.

[headkiss]

hi! could you do a shy reader who has a big crush on Eddie?? and ends up embarrassing herself in front of him, but he just finds her to be adorable🥺

hi hi!!! idk if this is what u were thinking exactly but it’s what i came up with! hope u like it <3 | 0.6k, shy!reader, fluff!!

The trailer park was a community within a community. Filled with unlikely friends and allies that were neighbors at the same time. There was a sort of mutual understanding between the people there; they understood.

For Eddie and Wayne, it had been home for a long time, and some of the only people they trusted lived there, too.

People would gather together outside, barbecues or drinks, anything. And while some people in town were so quick to judge, none of you cared.

You, on the other hand, kept to yourself.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like the people you lived around, or that they were unwelcoming, you were simply new. You didn’t want to insert yourself into such a large group of people all at once. Even the thought of it made you nervous.

So far, Eddie was the only one you’d really talk to, and it still wasn’t much. He was kind and understanding with you, and though he’d try to get you to join him and his friends for game or movie nights, he was never upset with you for politely declining.

Eddie thought you were the sweetest person on the face of the earth. Your soft-spoken voice and shy demeanor only made him want to become your friend, someone you’d trust.

He might have even had a crush on you, but that wasn’t important.

You had a crush on him, too, but your feelings manifested in fumbled sentences and avoiding eye contact. There’s no way you’d ever be able to confess to him. Not anytime soon, anyway.

He was sitting outside his trailer when you got home from the grocery store that day, a cigarette perched in his mouth.

It’s just your luck that one of your paper bags would rip on the short trip from your car to your door, and that Eddie would happen to be watching at the time. You curse to yourself, setting down the bag that was still intact and trying to salvage what you could from the other.

Eddie stubs out his cigarette and makes his way over, “hey, sweetheart. Let me help.”

As if his presence alone didn’t fluster you enough, he just had to add the pet name.

“Hi, Eddie. Thanks.”

You can't help but be embarrassed, even though he doesn’t do anything to make you feel that way. It’s just one of those things that will intrude in your thoughts every once in a while and make you wince at the memory.

“‘Course,” he looks up at you from where he’s kneeling, picking up a box of crackers, he gives you a smile. You give a small one in return, the best you can muster. Eddie loves your smile, and he hopes to be able to make you feel comfortable enough not to stifle it around him, to let it split your cheeks and crinkle your eyes.

He goes as far as to help you carry the rest inside, and you don’t even have to ask.

When all of the bags, and whatever was left of the ripped one, were set inside, you turn to look at Eddie, hands buried in the sleeves of your sweater.

“Thanks for helping.”

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart. It’s no problem.”

“You’re real nice, Eddie,” you say, quiet and honest.

“Yeah?” You nod, he grins, “I think you’re nice too.”

There’s a pause, a moment where you wonder if he’s going to leave it at that or say something more. He wonders, too, but he figures he’ll give trying to spend time with you another go.

“Listen, I was gonna order some pizza and watch that new movie. I rented it, if you wanna join?”

“Just you?”

“Yeah, just me.”

“Okay.”

“Really?” You nod again, he grins again. You agreeing to spend time with him makes him feel special, like maybe he’ll be able to crack your shell one day. Chip away at it little by little.

[hockeylovee12]

A Closed Book-Luke Hughes

Summary: you and Luke had been dating for a year long distance and in secret but now that he’s in New Jersey permanently it gets a little harder to keep a secret.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, Sex

Luke Hughes had always been a very private person even to the people close to him. His brothers like to tease him and say he’s a closed book with about 17,000 different locks.

Personally Luke didn’t mind he knew he is a private person and you quickly realized that and had no problems with it. Sure you would have liked to post your boyfriend and engage in all the conversation with your friends when they brought up their own but at the same time you loved the idea of having someone and something special that you never had to talk about or share with the world. Something that was only yours and that’s what Luke was.

The two of you met one of the first times Luke had came to visit his older brother Jack. You were only 17 at the time and Luke was nearly 19. The two of you hit it off at a coffee shop that was close to your high school. Luke and you exchanged numbers and when you turned 18 you two made it official.

After finishing high school you choose to stay in state so the first few months of being official you two were long distance. It was a lot of work a lot of late night phone calls and texts but you made it work and it was worth it.

Now Luke has officially signed with the New Jersey devils and he’s here permanently and you’re both thrilled.

November 7th marks the date of both your birthday and your one year anniversary so Luke wanted to do something special unfortunately the Devils had a four day road trip the last game being against St Louis on the 7th but two days later they were home for a game against the Pittsburgh penguins and even better they had the next day off.

So knowing Luke’s brother would go out after the game with his teammates probably to a bar which Luke couldn’t join because he is only 20 Luke had the brilliant plan of spending an evening in together and you were all for it.

11/09/2023 Jack and Luke’s Apartment

The devils won in overtime leading the score 5-4. Luke had a pretty good game he had a single assist for which he was proud of and after the game the two brothers headed back to their apartment.

“Luke are you sure you don’t wanna come out with us you know we can get you into the bar it’s not a big deal” Jack offers his younger brother

“Nah it’s ok I’m kinda tired anyway I’m probably just gonna order a pizza and watch some tv you go have fun” Luke says

Jack looks at his little brother with a slight smile while he couldn’t be more happy to have his brother playing with him and living with him apart of him wishes Luke would go out more often because he doesn’t hang out with the team as much as Jack does.

“Also what time you think you’re gonna be back?” Luke asks trying to ask as casually as possible so he knows how long he has with his girlfriend

“Um I don’t know I think we’re gonna hit a few bars see where the night goes I’ll probably be around 3” Jack says

“All right see you later” Luke says waving his brother goodbye as his brother leaves the shared apartment

Almost immediately Luke pulls out his phone and sends you a text.

Then Luke heads to his room to take a shower and get dressed. He puts on a pair of blue jeans and a white t shirt that you told him makes his muscles look big.

Beep beep

From Y/N❤️

I’m here

Luke walks outside his room and comes gets you from the hallway.

“Hey there” Luke says wrapping his arm around you and pulling you inside.

Once the door shuts Lukes lips immediately find there way to yours.

The next three hours the two of you spend your time watching movies cuddling and eating Chinese takeout.

Near the end of the 2nd movie Luke whispers in your ear and asks if you want to go to his room.

A smirk appears on your face and you nod.

“I’ll be right there” Luke says

You walk to Lukes room while he throws out the trash and cleans up before meeting you in the bedroom where he sees you in a gorgeous black lacy bra.

Luke shuts the door with his foot and walks towards you picking you up and placing you on the bed.

Luke takes off his shirt and throws it on the ground then starts unbuttoning your pants and slips them off of you and starts making his way down your stomach with kisses and stops right before he gets to your pussy making you let out a frustrated sigh causing him to smirk

Luke leans over you and reaches into his night stand and grabs a condom

You watch as Luke takes off the rest of his clothes and rolls on a condom then he regains his previous position and starts rubbing his hands on your body. Soon he grips the sides of your panties and yanks them down. Before roughly pushing himself into you.

You let a loud moan.

“Luke” You moan out as Luke continues thrusting in and out of you. Within minutes you both cum and Luke rests his head on your stomach both panting a little bit.

“You ok?” He asks after a minute

“I’m great” You smirk

After laying down for about an hour the two of you decide to take a shower which results in more sex under the warm water.

Around 3am Luke checks his phone

“Oh shit Jack’s gonna be back soon” he says

You quickly realize what he said and jump up quickly putting on your clothes as he does the same.

Once your both dressed the two of you walk out of his room and back into the living room.

“I love you” Luke says pulling you in for a kiss

“I love you too” You reply

“What the hell?” A voice says and the lights flicker on

You both jump seeing Jack standing there

“Jack jeez I didn’t hear you come in” Luke says with an arm still wrapped around you

“Who’s this?” He asks

“Um this is uh” Luke starts to say

“I’m Y/N” you introduce

“Are you dating her?” Jack asks

Luke and I both look at each other

“Um well ya” he says after a moment of silence

Jack looks at him

“How long?” He asks taking a sip of water

“It was a year on the 7th” Luke replies

“A year?!!” Jack exclaims

“How the hell did you keep this a secret for a year?!!”

“Well um you know I’m like a closed book”

“Alright I’m gonna go to bed but it’s late so you both should as well” Jack says walking towards his room

“You wanna spend the night?” Luke asks

“Sure” you reply and the two of you head back to Lukes room and you strip and take one of his t shirts and put it on.

Luke changes into sweats and you both lay down in bed with your head on his bare chest.

A few minutes later the door opens and Jack steps in

“This door stays open all night” Jack says

Luke takes a pillow off the ground and throws it a Jack causing him to laugh

“Goodnight Luke and goodnight Y/N” Jack says retreating back to his own room and leaving the door wide open.

[foxchild-v]

A request where Chris and his wife, reader brings their kids to the lightyear animation movie! Pleae

That one was hard because normally I'm all about the drama and stuff but oooh yes that is just too cute. I hope you like it ❤ thank you very much 💋

Cinema familytime

Pairing: Chris Evans x reader

Warnings: just some tiping mistakes and cuteness overload

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"Mom, are you ready? Dad's waiting outside in the car." Your 10-year-old daughter peeked her head inside the door as you help your younger son, Eric, lace up his shoes. "Yeah, I am coming. Would you mind helping Rose putting on her jacket, honey?"

The Evans household was a mess right now but you loved your chaotic family. Going out with your daughter AND the 6 year old twins was rare. But since Chris' new movie came out a week ago, you decided to take a little family trip to the cinema.

After some time you managed to bring all of your kids outside and put the twins into their carseats. Chris smiled apologetic at you. "Sorry, babe, I would have helped you but you know Scott. He talks a little bit too much sometimes." - "It's okay. Miriam was a big help." He visited his brother as he agreed to babysit your youngest kid, Thea, while you were getting ready. She just turned two so sadly she could not join you. If it wasn't for your first daughter, you wouldn't have managed to be ready in time.

You arrived at the cinema just in time for the movie to start. You chuckled slightly when Eric realized which one you were watching. "You did not tell him?" You asked Chris. He shook his head and bent to you. "How could I? Imagine his reaction when he hears my voice." His smile was radiant.

You could fall in love with this man over and over again. Your big family was evidence enough that you two could not let your hands from one another.

Miriam tried to calm the twins when they heard Buzz for the first time. "Daddy, it's you!" They exclaimed in unison. Squeaky voices filled the room and you blushed.

How could you forget the excitement Eric would feel when he hears his beloved Daddy voicing his favorite character. You tried to shush him a little bit. "Baby please you have to be quiet." You could not help but laugh when the whole audience ahwed.

"He is just like you, Chris. Can't be tamed." - "I guess I have to try. Hey, bub, wanna sit next to me?" - "Yeaaah" - "Me to!" Rose chimed in. Your husbands chest expanded as he tried to hold back laughter. "Of course, sweety, but you two have to be very quiet, okay?" The twins made a zip motion at their little mouths and you changed places. Silently you apologized to the people sitting behind you.

Every now and then you and Chris had to remind your kids to stay quiet for a little longer. As you left the cinema, the kids were not to be stopped and attacked Chris with questions over questions.

He answered every one patiently. "I wanna be an actor too, when I am older." Miriam told her uncle as you stopped at his place to pick up Thea. "That's good to know. Your Dad and I will help you, princess" Scott stated and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

When you arrived at your house, Miriam took Rose and Eric by their little hands and helped them to get ready for bed. Dodger hot on their heels. "She is an absolute angel, exactly like her mother. Come on now, I will tuck Thea into bed and then I'll join you. A glass of wine before we go to bed too?" Chris took your baby from your arms and you made your way into the kitchen.

You settled down in your cozy chair in your backyard and listened to the voices inside. Smiling fondly you thanked the heavens for your live. You were blessed with an amazing husband, wonderful kids and a dog one can dream of.

You were lost in your thoughts when Chris' hands suddenly started to massage your shoulders. A small moan of comfort escaped your lips.

"Now now, Mrs. Evans, I have just started and you are allready finishing?" He teased. Looking deep into his eyes you sighted. " you are an amazing father. Did I ever tell you, how happy you make me, Chris?" - "Not that I can remember." You slapped his hands laughing. "Liar!"

"Sorry. But did I ever tell you, how happy YOU make ME? Did I ever thank you for everything you gave me?" - "No, I guess you have to now." - "Fair. Thank you, Y/N Evans. For everything you do and for staying who you are and by my side. I love you." - "I love you, too!"

"So what would you think of baby number 5?" He smiled at you, cheeky as allways. "Chris!" Your eyes widened at the thought of that but your body betrayed you as you locked lips with him passionatly.

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Thank you again, anon. I hope you guys liked it ❤

[hers1ut]

Intoxicated Kisses - Nadia Vulvokov

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Pairings: flirty top Nadia Vulvokov X Fem reader

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Nobody’s pov: When you become high out of your mind with your best friend your friendship might just change.

Words: 3125

Warnings: smut, f!ngering, praise k!nk, eat!ng out, drugs, mommy k!nk, alcohol consumption

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Y/N’s POV:

Lying on the floor in Nadia’s house I think to myself. “What would it be like to do something stupid like really stupid”.

You had just turned 18 at this time so you were having these sorts of thoughts like what if you got super drunk at a party or got high or something. You never really did them sorts of things growing up you were more of a stay inside watching a movie and ordering takeout type of girl.

However your best friend Nadia was not. Now Nadia was older than you so she’d already experienced getting high and getting really drunk. She was more of one of the popular people and you weren’t.

Nadia: “y/n you wanna do something fun?”

Y/N: “like what I don’t really do anything fun. I prefer staying inside, sleeping and watching movies all day”

Nadia sits up and looks down to where you are laying.

Nadia: “come on y/n don’t be such a party pooper”

Y/N: “fine” (you said while dragging the ‘N’ out)

Nadia: “soooo I might’ve maybe texted one of my friends asking for some joints, and we gotta go pick them up”

You just look at her with a blank face not saying anything until she speaks again.

Nadia: “y/n you okay there?”

Y/N: “what the fuck Nadia. What are the joints? Cocaine? Ketamine? Weed? We can’t do that I’m serious Nads”

Nadia: “uhh I don’t know to be honest he didn’t tell me. And we can besides you’re 18 now we can also pick up some alcohol on the way back”

Y/N: “Nadia you might be 24 but I’m still a teenager in a way but ok fine. But if we get caught or in trouble I AM BLAMING YOU”

Nadia: “alright girl let’s go and besides we won’t get in trouble”

Y/N: “ok”

You grab your jacket while Nadia texts Wardog (her friend) for the location.

You both get in Nadia’s car and drive there. Half way through you start to get nervous and bounce your leg so Nadia puts her hand on your thigh to calm you down. Which sends a shiver down your spine.

Nadia didn’t know this but you sort of had a thing for her. Yes she’s older than you but you’ve always liked older women to be honest. And yes you have a boyfriend but you’re only with him because your parents won’t accept you if you came out to them.

You arrived at your destination throughout the whole drive Nadia kept her hand on your thigh.

Y/N: “Nadia I’m scared”

Nadia: “hey y/n it’ll be okay you’re gonna be fine”

Y/N: “promise?”

Nadia: “I promise y/n” Nadia holds your hand while saying that

Y/N: “okay”

You guys get out the car and walk to the door and go inside.

Scared out of your mind you began to breathe heavily, Nadia notices this as she grabs your hand and holds it which automatically calms you down.

Nadia: “I think we have to go in here”

Y/N: “oh okay”

Nadia: “hey y/n it’s gonna be okay”

You guys go into the room. You stay close to Nadia as she gets handed the joints, she then puts them into her pocket and you walk back outside.

Nadia: “right let’s get some alcohol girl”

Y/N: “okay”

Walking to the Deli you can’t help but notice her hand slowly reach yours again.

You guys walk into the deli and walk straight to the alcohol.

Nadia: “which one should we get mama?” Nadia says while chewing some gum

Y/N: “uh I don’t know” your breath hitches in your throat as you hear her call you that

Nadia picks up a vodka and a few beers for you both. And some snacks too then goes to the check out.

Y/N: “ooo you picked up some takis”

Nadia: “yeah of course I know you love them so thought I’d pick them up incase you get hungry”

Y/N: “aww thanks”

Nadia buys everything showing her ID to get the alcohol while you stand near her.

Nadia: “right let’s go get high and wasted”

Y/N: “alright then”

Walking back to Nadia’s house you can’t help but see her smirking. Wondering what’s on her mind you decide to ask her.

Y/N: “hey what you thinking bout?”

Nadia: “oh nothing”

Nadia’s pov:

Walking back to my house I can’t help but smirk and think about what could happen tonight between me and y/n. She didn’t know this but I kinda like her but I can’t tell her that. She has a boyfriend which sucks. He’s honestly kind of an ass tho to be honest.

Y/N’s pov:

Y/N: “oh okay”

You both arrive back at Nadia’s house and you go to sit on her couch.

Nadia places the food and alcohol in the kitchen and comes back and sits next to you taking the joints out her pocket.

Y/N: “are we really about to do this Nadia”

Nadia: “yes”

Y/N: “okay then”

Nadia: “hey it’ll be okay. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to”

Before I respond I grab the joint and light it inhaling the smoke and exhaling. Nadia just looks at me with a smirk on her face proud of what I did.

Nadia grabs the joint off me and inhales the smoke and then exhales it.

Nadia: “wow y/n you actually did it”

Y/N: “well obviously I did it you kept rambling saying how I didn’t have to so I just did”

Nadia: “well you didn’t have to you know”

Y/N: “well you’re not my mommy so you can’t tell me what to do Nads”

Without letting her say anything back, i walk to the kitchen and grab the alcohol.

Nadia’s POV:

Y/N: “well you’re not my mommy so you can’t tell me what to do Nads”

Hearing her say that to me I couldn’t help but bite my lip as she walked away into the kitchen.

My thoughts began to flood with unholy thoughts about her. “God I wish I could pin her down and show her how much I want her” I said to myself quietly. No no Nadia you shouldn’t think of her like that SHE HAS A BOYFRIEND and is your best friend.

Y/N’s POV:

When I came back in with the alcohol Nadia looked a bit flustered.

Y/N: “hey Nads’s you okay?”

Nadia: “uh yeah-yeah”

Y/N: “alright then”

You place the alcohol on the table and sit on the couch next to Nadia.

Y/N: “hey give me that”

Nadia hands you the joint

And then you grab the vodka bottle and drink some of it accidentally spilling some on your shirt.

Y/N: “shit”

Y/N: “Nads can I go get a T-shirt from your closet I spilled vodka on me”

Nadia: “that’s what you get for drinking it straight out the bottle but yes”

Walking down to Nadia’s closet you decided to be a little bold and take your jeans off leaving you just in your underwear and one of Nadia’s big T-shirts.

Y/N: “I’m back”

Nadia’s eyes go wide as she sees you took off your jeans.

Nadia: “y/n why did you take your jeans off too?”

Y/N: “ohh I was too warm”

Nadia: “oh okay”

Y/N: “we should turn some music on it’s a bit boring without it”

Nadia: “are you calling me boring?”

You laugh while saying yes to annoy her

Nadia: “you little-“

Before she could say it she tackles you to the ground with her ‘accidentally’ being on top of you pinning your arms down.

You could feel the tension between you until your phone rang. And Ofc it was your boyfriend.

Nadia gets off you letting you answer the phone putting it on speaker.

Y/N: “hey babe what’s up?”

Jake: “can I come over and see you I’m bored and want you”

Y/N: “uh about that I’m hanging out with Nadia tonight sorry”

Jake: “well can I come over and hang with you both too then”

Y/N: “babe I’m sorry but it was supposed to be girls night tonight maybe another time”

Nadia smiles hearing you say that

Jake: “alright then I’ll see if the guys wanna go to the strip club”

Without saying anything back you hung up.

Y/N: “that dick honestly”

Nadia: “y/n why are you even with him I feel like he uses you for sex tbh”

Y/N: “to be honest I don’t know”

Nadia: “you could do so much better”

Nadia’s POV:

Yeah so much better like me I thought.

Y/N’s POV:

“Like who? Everyone in this town are fucking idiots”

Nadia: “like me”

I look blank at her before she speaks again.

Nadia: “I’m joking” she laughs while saying

Y/N: “right let’s get some music on”

I bend down and take the joint out Nadia’s mouth and put it in mine and go turn on the music.

Nadia’s POV:

Fuck that was hot what she just did. Taking the joint out my mouth damnnn.

Y/N’s POV:

“Nadia we should dance”

Nadia: “no y/n you’re really high right now and I’m not a dance type of person”

Y/N: “ugh fine don’t be so boring”

You began to dance sexy Infront of Nadia with the vodka bottle in your hand. She watches you carefully while smoking the joint. Smirking when you look away

You smirk at her while deciding to get onto her lap. Slowly trying to give her a lap dance, her breath hitches in her throat seeing you on her lap. As she looks away from you

Y/N: “Nadia look at me” you said putting a finger under her chin making her look at you

Nadia: “y/n w-why are you on my lap?” She said nervously

Y/N: “can we finish what happened on the floor”

Nadia: “what do you mean”

Y/N: “remember, I was underneath you as you pinned me down until my stupid boyfriend rang me”

Nadia: “oh oh that”

Y/N: “mhm”

Nadia didn’t say anything so you pulled the joint from her mouth taking it in between your fingers and getting close to her. So when she exhaled the smoke it’ll go into your mouth. Which did happen, a smirk creeped on her lips as she put her hands on your waist.

Y/N: “kiss me”

Nadia: “what”

Y/N: “I said kiss me mommy”

Before letting her say anything you kissed her plump lips. Wanting more you deepened the kiss. Earning a small moan from Nadia.

Nadia: “y/n we-we can’t do this”

Y/N: “Nadia this is what I want”

Nadia: “y/n baby you have a boyfriend”

You don’t answer her and kiss her back not stopping.

Y/N: “I need you Nads and I want you”

Without her answering she kisses down your neck making you moan, as she picks you up leading to the bedroom and lying you down on the bed. But you decided to get up taking your T-shirt off leaving you in just your underwear.

Nadia: “fuck”

Y/N: “you like what you see?”

Nadia: “mhm” she says nodding

Lying back down on to the bed Nadia takes off her top and crawls on top of you biting her lip.

Nadia: “I’m gonna fuck you so hard you wish you never had a boyfriend baby” you moan slightly hearing her say that

Y/N: “I can’t wait any longer p-please f-fuck me”

Nadia: “patience baby”

Nadia begins kissing down your neck slowly moving down to your core. You tremble slightly at the touch of her lips on your skin. Nadia smirks looking down at you before kissing your lips leading to a make out. Wanting more she takes off your bra while still kissing you. She begins to snake her hand up to your boobs squeezing one as you moan at the touch of her hands.

Y/N: “oh my god” you managed to say panting

Nadia: “shhh baby let me take care of you tonight okay”

You couldn’t speak so you just nodded while biting your lip to suppress the moans coming from your mouth.

Nadia: “use your words y/n”

Y/N: “y-yes I- oh my godd”

While all this was happening you didn’t realise the music from the living room was still playing. Until I See Red started playing. Sneakily you saw the remote for the lights and managed to grab it and turn the light to red. Causing Nadia to chuckle a little

Nadia: “mmm now I can fuck you”

You couldn’t get any words out so you just looked at her with lust in your eyes. Instantly you kissed her

slowly her hand started to snake down to your core. She teased your clothed clit as you rolled your eyes back slightly moaning for more friction.

Y/N: “pl-please Nadia”

Nadia: “please what?”

Y/N: “please f-fu-fuck me” you moaned

Nadia pulled away earning you to wince at the lack of contact.

Nadia: “beg me”

Y/N: “w-what”

Nadia: “I said beg me”

Y/N: “p-please mommy please fuck me” you moaned while saying

Instantly Nadia pushed your panties aside and slid her fingers into your clit. The song changed as you pushed yourself to ride her hand.

Y/N: “oh my Na- Nadia I’m so close” you moaned

Quickly Nadia took her fingers out of you licking them clean and slowly lowering her head to your core. You watched as she licked your slit earning a small moan from your mouth. She began to devour your taste by eating you out, you grabbed her beautiful red curly locks and pushed her closer to your core as she moaned into you sending shivers down your spine.

Nadia: “fuck you taste so good” she moaned

You couldn’t say anything so you just hummed which turned into a moan. Nadia licked harder and faster pulling you over the edge and moving your hips to match the movement of her tongue. As you got close and close you couldn’t help but moan louder which caused Nadia to moan aswell.

Y/N: “I’m gonna cu-cum I’m gonna cum Nadia oh my”

Nadia: “cum for me”

Nadia: “mmm that’s my good girl” she said after you released into her mouth.

Nadia licked up all your cum and let you ride out your high. As you came down from your high she came face to face with you smirking. You grabbed her pulling her down into a heated passionate kiss. Pulling away for a breathe she falls beside you biting her lip looking at you.

Y/N: “fuck that was so good”

Nadia: “I know oh my god”

Y/N: “Nadia”

Nadia: “yeah?”

Y/N: “I should probably tell you this now, I’ve liked you for so long seriously so long. (You said caressing her cheek) My god I’ve dreamed about that happening for so long Nadia. I’m in love with you”

Nadia: “what about Jake y/n if he finds out we did this he’d probably kill me”

You didn’t say anything you just pulled her into a kiss. Which became heated pretty quickly so you got on top of her making out.

You pulled away for a breather.

Y/N: “I don’t care he won’t find out”

Nadia: “I’ve liked you too you know. Seriously”

Y/N: “really”

She put her hand under your chin pulling you forward as you bit your lip.

Nadia: “yeah baby” she said before kissing you.

After that you guys made out some more till you fell asleep in her arms.

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Nobody’s pov:

After that night you woke up and spent most of the day together. You guys kept seeing each other a lot which caused your boyfriend to question it a lot. But you didn’t know.

Few weeks later you, Nadia, your boyfriend and a few other friends had hung out together. You and Nadia managed to sneak away into a bathroom to have a little make out before you went back to the group.

Nobody knew what you guys were doing. Nobody at all it was like your guys little secret.

Until you all were walking together and well Nadia and you were walking infront. Smirking at each other, whispering, acting pretty suspicious.

Your boyfriend was in the middle, everyone else behind him.

Nadia’s POV:

I was walking with y/n we were hanging out with her boyfriend and some other friends. We managed to sneak off to the bathroom to make out tho which was fun. God her lips on mine feel so good.

Her boyfriend was walking behind us in the middle so I decided to be a bit bad. And walked back as y/n was on her phone, just trying to make Jake jealous I whispered in his ear making sure nobody heard me.

Nadia: “Jake”

Jake: “yeah nads”

Nadia: “I fucked your girlfriend” I smirked whispering in his ear.

Jake’s face was priceless he looked like he wanted to kill me to be honest. Everyone in the group knew I was a lesbian but I just didn’t want anyone else to know but him to see his reaction.

I was sort of the popular/hot one in the group, always getting girls. Having one night stands I was like the pro.

But I quickly ran back over to y/n. Making sure Jake saw me and slapped her ass squeezing it a little. Jake saw how she looked at me, smirking biting her lip, so I looked back at him and laughed slightly while smirking. Then whispered to y/n but making sure Jake could hear it.

Nadia: “baby how about you come to mine again tonight huh, and carry on from early”

She just looked at me and nodded quickly.

Jake saw that but she didn’t know. He didn’t say anything tho surprisingly, so the rest of the walk he said nothing to us. Y/N was confused I wanted to tell her but she’d be mad at me for it. So I didn’t.

That night we did carry on what happened in the bathroom. With the red lighting again, music but this time different songs like Meddle About by Chase Atlantic, alcohol, joints. It was like déjà vu from the first night we did this. We did it multiple times. She still hasn’t broken up with Jake tho.

Hopefully someday she will, and she’ll finally be mine.

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A/N: Hii so I hope you enjoyed this. It took awhile to make, also lemme know if I should do a part 2 where maybe y/n can top Nadia. And they finally date. :)

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🎃SpookTober 31 Days Prompts🎃:

Day 10: Forest🏕

Miche Zacharias x GN!Reader. Camping trip gone astray. Miche is Norwegian. Some angst. Hurt/Comfort. Don't worry, it gets fluffy. Dark forest. Camping. Things go bump in the night. SpookTober Prompt: Forest🏕

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You were reluctant about going out camping in the forest at night but your boyfriend Miche wanted you to see it wasn't so bad. When things start going from bad to scary, you are now regretting going out camping tonight!

You were reluctant from the beginning to go out camping, in the large dark creepy looking forest, at night. Okay, so yeah you watched lots of movies where people are always getting killed in the forest either by animals or people. And yes you played video games, scary video games that took place in dark scary forests. But still, as much as you loved nature it didn't mean you were willing to sleep in it unless it was a house, with a lock and a hotline to emergency services.

But your boyfriend, whom you loved so dearly was itching to go camping and show you how fun it could be. You tried to steer away from the conversation but Miche wasn't easily persuaded.

"Babe, you'll be with me. Nothing is gonna get you unless they wanna tangle with me" Reasoned Miche. He did have a point. Miche was very tall and built, not a lot of guys would dare mess with him. So it was a comforting notion that you were camping with Miche but you still felt a little nervous.

"I promise you, nothing will hurt you" Reassured Miche. You eventually agreed to go camping with him one October day. Packed up with essentials, you both headed out to find a good spot. You drove to a forest area and parked the car just outside the entrance. You both walked into the forest, scouting for a good spot.

The further you walked, the more dark the forest got, the tall trees blocking out any sunlight. You shivered.

"Here should be good" Said Miche as he picked the spot to set up camp. You nodded and the two of you went to work.

"Miche?" You Asked.

"Yeah?" Replied Miche as he set up the tent.

"I saw a sign back there about local animals. Are there bears in these parts?" You Asked nervously.

"Bears? No. We might spot some deer, maybe a wolf or two...." Miche Began.

"A wolf?!" You Cried, fearfully looking around.

"Relax Y/N. Just light up a fire and they won't come near. Besides we might not even spot a wolf" Reassured Miche.

"Okay" You Sighed nervously. Miche looked up and saw how shook up you were. Without a word, Miche stood up and walked over to you. He lifted up your chin to him and he smiled at you.

"Don't worry kjære, I promise I won't let anything harm you" Vowed Miche. Calling you "sweetheart" is his native Norwegian tongue made you feel warm inside and you smiled at him.

"I know you'll protect me, my big strong bear" You Smiled, making Miche chuckle.

"If things do get too much, we will return home. I promise you" Reassured Miche and you nodded.

"Okay sweetie" You Agreed and you both shared a sweet kiss before returning to set up your camp.

By midday, the camp was set up. You sat in the folding chair, smiling.

"Maybe this will turn out to be more fun than I expected" You Remarked happily. Miche grinned at you as he gathered up some sticks for the fire.

"Good thing I packed some food" Miche Remarked as he gathered up the sticks.

Maybe it won't be so bad after all.

But once the sun went down, the forest just got creepy. An eerie wind blew through the trees softly, creating a creepy whistling of sort. Critters chirped and called as they scampered through the undergrowth unseen, the deep hooting of an owl in the tree echoed throughout as you lay next to Miche in the sleeping bag in the large tent.

You trembled but tried to ignore it all and get some sleep. You were so spooked, you didn't turn off the lantern.

"Hey babe, you still awake?" Asked Miche, surprised.

"Oh? Oh yeah! Just you know, listening to the beautiful sounds of nature!" You Lied, smiling. As if on cue, the screech of an owl accompanied by the screams of a fox calling out to it's kind resounded through the forest as a chill ran through you.

"God why is it once nightfall hits that the cute fluffy animals in the day turn into demons?" You Thought shivering. Miche listened to the various screeching and calling with a doubtful look.

"Not to be critic but I wouldn't call those sounds exactly, beautiful" Grimaced Miche before smiling sheepishly as a fox in the far distance screamed louder. If you didn't it was a fox, you'd think a person was getting murdered from the sounds of it!

"Let's head to bed" Said Miche as he reached over and turned off the lantern, plunging the tent in darkness.

"Holy mother of fuck this is terrifying!" You Thought with panic. You layed dead still and silent as the night time orchestra outside continued their night terror music.

To make things worse, a pack of coyotes in the distance began howling and screaming, making your heart race at their ungodly sounds.

"Coyotes" Remarked Miche, eyes closed but still awake.

"Uh huh" You Nodded nervously.

"Demons was my first guest, but okay" You Thought with a chill.

"Miche I love you, but as soon as I hear one growl of a bear or pack of wolves coming this way we are leaving" You Declared shivering.

Miche chuckled at that.

"Alright" Chuckled Miche.

Suddenly, there was the snapping of twigs echoing throughout the forest. You freezed, listening for more sounds. Maybe it was an animal?

*Snap!* *crack!*

The noise came again, a little closer but still far from where you and Miche were.

"Maybe it's a deer or a badger?" You Thought.

*Snap!* *Snap!* *Crack!* *CRACK!*

That last one sounded like it was getting closer. Much closer. Your heart began to race as the sound got closer and closer.

"Miche? Miche! MICHE!" You Hissed nudging him.

"Wha...what?" Asked Miche sleepily.

"Were you asleep?!" You Whisper Shouted.

"I was" Replied Miche looking at you tiredly.

"How can you sleep when this is going on?!" You Whispered.

"What's going on?" Asked Miche confused.

Then, that's when he heard it.

*Crack!* *Snap!* *SNAP!*

Miche's face dropped.

"What the fuck is that?!" You Whispered.

"I don't know but" Miche Trailed off and sniffed the air. You waited anxiously, silently praying that it was a random animal. You'd take a bear even! Anything but........a human.

"It's far away but moving towards us still" Miche Remarked as he sniffed the air again.

"It's a person" Miche Concluded.

"Fuck this!" You Said and with that, you and Miche started packing up and heading towards the car. As Miche started looking for his keys, the footsteps were approaching and heading towards where you both were by the car.

Without thinking you grabbed the sharp tent stake and held it threateningly, shouting into the dark entrance of the forest.

"Come on you fucker! Try it!" You Shouted.

Out of the darkness jumped a doe, startling both you and Miche. The doe stood there, looking at you both as if it was saying "Dude WTF?". You and Miche looked at each, then at the doe standing there silently judging you both and you laughed. The doe titled it's head at you both and just walked off, probably thinking "Those humans are so weird!".

You and Miche laughed hard. Of all things that could possibly get you both so spooked, you both got worried over a doe.

"Oh god I feel so silly now!" You Laughed.

"I honestly thought we were gonna find ourselves in some trouble!" Laughed Miche.

"Hey, you wanna set up camp again?" You Asked seeing as it was only an animal that was roaming around.

Miche looked back at the woods and shook his head with a chuckle.

"Nah, let's head home babe. I could go for a beer" Miche Remarked and you both chuckled in agreement as you got it the car and drove off, back to the safety of home.

It was a good thing you didn't go back to set up camp again. And it was really good of you to not look back as you drove off, otherwise you'd see that figure dressed in black standing at the entrance to the woods. It was a good idea you both decided to drive home that night.

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[aerodaltonimperial]

Hi so if you are still up for additional scenes

I need the 6 of them checking in on each other in there own ways or just feeling the need to know where the other 5 are at all times because they then know no corpse doctors have them

Reluctant friends bonded by trauma please

(LITERALLY ALWAYS UP FOR ADDITIONAL SCENES)

Hook gives up on trying to sleep after about ten minutes. Nothing about the hotel bed is comfortable, and the air conditioning unit is too loud. He tosses and turns on the flat pillows that even punching won't hep to fluff before he sighs and surrenders, turning the television back on. At this time of night, there isn't much on besides 90s movies and infomercials, but the sound helps fill the dead space.

Hook stares at the colors dancing across the flatscreen until there's a knock at his door.

He thinks about not answering. No one should be outside his room at this hour—no one he wants to let in, anyway. But something prods at his legs, propelling him towards the sound. He peers through the peephole to see platinum blonde hair falling out from beneath a black baseball cap.

It's surprise, really, that makes him open it, because he's never seen Julia without her make-up and with something so innocuous as that cap on.

"Hook," she says, by way of greeting. Then she offers nothing else. Truth is, she doesn't need to; Hook gets it. He cracks the door wider and nods within, relieved when she doesn't argue and slips in quietly.

"You look terrible," she tells him, once he's shut the door again, and he's starting to understand this bluntness of hers, this sharpness. It doesn't really contain the edge he always thought it does. She's merely stating the truth, because Hook is well aware of how rough he looks.

He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks. Something happen?"

"Nothing new." She glances at the armchair in the corner. "Do you mind...?"

"No." He's oddly glad for the company. As Julia sits, there's another rap against the door. This time, Hook isn't surprised when he opens it to find Anna on the other side. She's in her pajamas, hugging her torso like she's desperate for the warmth.

She doesn't say anything, just grimaces, like she hadn't even meant to show up there, like her feet somehow carried her through the hotel halls on their own. Hook gets that, too. She must know he isn't going to turn her away. Honestly, she looks even more raw than Hook does when he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror: dark circles around her eyes like bruises.

Anna appears to relax somewhat when she gets into the room and spies Julia already on the other side.

Hook doesn't bother to close the door after her. He waits with his fingers curled around the edge until the last two show up, together.

"Hey," Jack says.

"Last ones," Hook tells him.

Jack shrugs. "Somebody had to be convinced to leave his room."

"Whatever." Darby sighs.

"Get in, so I can lock the door," Hook says, and doesn't waste any time in latching the deadbolt after the two of them slip inside. It feels better with the others there—more secure, steadier. Hook doesn't have to pretend to be okay, or put on his normal mask around them, and it's been such a long time since he's found people like that. He hates that the reason is such a dark coil in his stomach.

"Wanna watch something?" Jack asks, like the TV isn't already on.

"Something funny," Anna says.

Jack narrows his eyes at her. It almost looks as though he thinks about reaching for her face, an old habit that's been slow to dissipate. "Trouble sleeping?"

"Can't," Anna replies. Her arms tighten around her chest.

"At all?" he asks.

When she shakes her head, Darby reaches into the pocket of his oversized coat, that dumb thing he wears around all the time that dwarfs him and reminds Hook of the Army surplus store. He holds out a yellow prescription pill bottle.

Anna takes it, gingerly, reading the label. "Pain meds?"

"Pain meds that will make you sleep," Darby says.

She grimaces, but pops open the cap. "Thanks."

"You can get comfortable," Hook says, gesturing to the bed. It's a king—he'd have to splay out like a starfish to even get close to the other side. And it speaks volumes that Anna doesn't even hesitate after throwing the pill back and swallowing it dry. She has to be exhausted. As she pulls the blankets up around her, Julia scoots her chair closer to the side until the air presses up against the mattress.

Darby settles onto the floor at the foot of the bed. "Shoulder hurts when I lay flat."

Jack catches Hook's gaze. There's too much there for Hook to properly identify. "Okay."

He sits next to Darby, and once Hook returns to his side of the bed, all he can see is the bits of Jack's hair that have caught on the edge of the comforter. Then they sit in silence, watching the television. It's one of those obnoxious teen movies; maybe it's funny, but Hook hasn't laughed in awhile, so he can't be sure.

"I know this is a dumb question," Jack starts, "but is everyone...okay?"

"You're right, that was dumb," Darby says.

"Really regretting ripping that arrow out of your shoulder."

Hook dims the lights. From the side of the bed, Julia offers, "I haven't felt anything nearby."

"Anything like...creepy nightmares trying to murder us?" Hook asks.

Even in the low lighting, Hook can see her roll her eyes a little. "Yes, Hook, no creepy nightmares trying to murder us."

"That's good, right?" Jack asks.

"It's better than the alternative," she replies.

Hook blinks a few times. His eyes are tired enough to have gone bone-dry. "You said these things were contained."

"I did."

"So who is containing them? And is there a way to...contact them?"

Julia is quiet for longer than Hook would like before she answers. "There are always ways to contact them."

It's the tone of her voice that gets him—he's starting to put the pieces together. Julia knows more about things than she should, and alerting the anonymous authorities of the entities that had tried to kill them would also alert whoever they are about her.

"We don't have to," Hook tries. It's lame even as the words leave his mouth, but oh well.

"Someone will eventually find those things...right?" Jack says.

"Maybe." Julia sounds dubious.

Another stretch of quiet. Anna's breathing has evened out on the other side of the bed, and Hook's glad. Maybe she'll finally get some much-needed rest.

"We should probably just stick together," Darby says, very, very quietly. "Just in case."

Hook wonders how much that suggestion cost him.

"Yeah," Jack agrees.

It's the last any of them talk again before Hook's eyes flutter closed, and sleep claims him.

++

He wakes a few hours later, chest heaving and blood shrieking. Another nightmare, another sting of fear behind him in the woods. Another laugh from the doctor hellbent on tearing the darkness out of Hook's heart with his wires and tubes. Hook grabs for his hair just to feel something real, yanks at it until the pain laces across his skull. Then he waits as the panic recedes. Somehow, his violent reaction didn't wake any of the others. Anna is still asleep, her breathing deep and regular; on the chair, Julia has slumped over so her head pillows on Anna's arm, the cap pushed off her head and onto the floor.

Hook slinks out of bed and goes to fetch the spare blankets from the coat closet as quietly as he can. He puts one over Julia's shoulders. Darby and Jack are still at the foot of the bed, necks in the most uncomfortable position back onto the mattress possible, the sort of thing they'll regret tomorrow, but when Hook approaches with the last blanket, Jack blinks at him a bit.

Hook puts a finger to his mouth, and Jack nods. One of his hands has tangled with Darby's at some point; he doesn't remove it, just reaches out with his other for the other blanket.

Hook turns the television off, plunging the room black. Then he slides back into the bed.

He'll probably wake up in another hour or two, and just hopes he manages to avoid waking up the others a second time.

But as he settles into the pillow once more, a hand slides over his cheek. The touch is warm and solid—gentle.

"Sleep, Hook," comes the whisper against his temple, and Hook complies.

He has no more nightmares that night.

[galacticlamps]

tagged by @amyp0nd (thanks!)

Tea, coffee, or soda? Definitely tea! I’ll drink coffee if I need caffeine & there’s no tea available, but soda I don’t drink at all, except as an ingredient in some cocktails (and even then, it needs to be a really worth it cocktail tbh)

Dogs or cats? Cats!

Can you play an instrument?  alas, no

What’s your sun sign? that’s the main one right? if so then capricorn

First song lyrics that came into your head?  i have trained myself, going shelf by shelf, and i know every item in the stoooore, every tube, jar, box, bottle, carton, and container, where they are, what they cost, what they’re foooooor

for first-class clerking and conscientious working, Mr Maraczek why not tryyyyyy meeee

(Don’t ask me how She Loves Me got inside my brain today lol I couldn’t tell ya)

Do you have any tattoos? nope. I’m kinda interested in the concept but idk if I’d ever go through with it - it’s hard to imagine reaching a point in my life where that doesn’t feel like more money & effort than it’s worth, but who knows

Favorite place you’ve travelled? hmm I don’t have a go-to answer for this, but I think I’m gonna say Ireland’s Ring of Kerry

What’s the last movie you watched? song of the sea! I watched that & secret of kells on back-to-back nights a couple (? what is time) weeks ago but have not yet finished the trilogy, whoops

What languages do you speak? saying anything other than English feels like exaggerating. I kind of drift in & out of being decent with Spanish (I learned it for years, and there are definitely periods when I engage with it a lot - when I’m around a lot of people speaking it, or when I’ll be working through a book of Spanish poems or short stories, or listening to a lot of music in Spanish - but that’s not a constant thing for me & I’m definitely not fluent). And the language I work on the most these days is Irish, but on top of not being fluent in that either, I also have even less occasion to speak that outside of literal lessons

Do you have any hobbies? uhh I write fanfic, I draw a little, I play D&D. There’s lots of things I try to actively learn about, but idk if consuming material on certain subjects is really a hobby of its own or not so I’ll just say I read a lot in general. I also don’t have one particular Craft hobby type thing but I do take on a lot of like, single-use projects? Like whether it’s making or altering or refurbishing something I seem to always have something like that going on, but it’s nothing as consistent as being like ‘oh I knit,’ you know?

You can hang out with one fictional character for an hour, who do you choose? I’m sure this is majorly cliche but the Doctor! I can’t even bring myself to be picky about which one (ok I guess I’d be a little bummed if out of all of them it was Four, but hey I’m only human). I’m not angling to squeeze an adventure out of it either, but a) I’m assuming you could potentially spend that hour, even just chatting, almost anywhere/when, and b) there aren’t many characters I think you could fall into cahoots with quickly enough for an hour to actually turn out a really interesting hang out/convo. But I feel like with the Doctor there’s always a chance you can get to know them as well in an hour as you might in a lifetime (which is probably not great news for how much most of them let people in over the course of a lifetime, but hey at least it’s good for this question). Even if there’s other characters I’d rather be like, actively friends with, for this I feel like you wouldn’t wanna pick someone you couldn’t expect to be fairly at ease with within an hour, and I think the Doctor’s a good candidate for that, being able to bond with people quickly is kinda baked into their lifestyle

Compliment yourself: I’m good at fixing things (since I’m watching glue set rn & hoping it goes well this is as much an affirmation as a compliment lol)

and I’ll tag @uighean @queen-boudicca @terryfphanatics @there-are-no-gods-here //anyone else that wants to!

[aspenmissing]

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚢𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚋𝚢𝚕𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

Sam, Dean and Theo are backstage.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, we’re getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now" Theo says.

"Well, who's the ghost, Guys? What it wants?"

"We don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene. Outside in the lot, Dean and Theo leads Sam to one of the trailers. Once inside, Theo pops a DVD into the television.

"Hey, where'd you two get this DVD?"

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed us an extra copy" Dean says. They watch the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprised entrance "All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof"

"Right"

"They must have super-hearing" Mitch said from the tape. Suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging from a noose.

"Hey, wait, go back, go back" Theo rewinds the tape "Right after. Right aft- yeah, right. Wait. There" Theo pauses the frame. On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, it is a ghostly white woman.

'"It's like "Three Men and a Baby" all over again" Sam looks at him, confused.

"Oh yeah. Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby"

"What's your point?" Sam asks.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the, the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography" Sam looks at the woman.

"I've seen her before"

==

Dean, headset in place, is sitting with Sam and Theo at a table. Sam hands her a print-out of an article. Dean looks over.

"Here. Check this out" Dean talks into his headset.

"Yeah, go for Ozzy...No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100...Okay, copy that" Sam turns to Sam and Theo "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I will take that headset off you, Dean" Theo says as Sam shakes his head in exasperation.

"Elise Drummond-starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting"

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?"

"Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly"

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" Theo says. Later, the crew is cleaning up for the day.

"That's a wrap, people! 6:00 AM for crew tomorrow!" A set worker says.

"Great work, everybody! MCG, you're a genius" Jay shakes McG's hand "You're kicking ass and taking names"

"Night, Jay"

==

Dean, Sam and Theo are walking through the cemetery at night, shovels in hand.

"Which way?" Sam asks and Theo reads a map.

"Uh...over here" she says and they walk a little further.

"Hey" Dean says.

"Yeah?" Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here"

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Theo asks.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean passes another memorial "Oh, that's cool"

"He's loving this too much" Theo whispers to Sam, who nods.

"You know, Guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick"

"Come on, it really that scary?" Sam asks.

"Here we go" Theo says and they reach Elise's headstone.

"Yep. All right"

"Yahtzee" They start digging. Later, the three have finished digging. Dean is in the grave, and opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. They pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.

==

Sam, Dean and Theo watch as the police examine the crime scene where Jay was killed.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard"

"What the hell, dude?"

"I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her. So, what are we dealing with another ghost?" Theo says.

"Maybe"

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team" Outside in the lot, McG is getting out of his car. He gathers the cast and crew, including Dean, Sam and Theo.

"Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make" McG hands his car keys to a P.A "Hold that for me. Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?" There is cheers and applause from the crown "But- but, but, but not today. Go home. Someone will call you"

==

Sam is back inside, watching more of the dailies. Tara/Wendy is reading in Latin when she is interrupted by 'Kendra'.

"Wendy, don't" Kendra says.

"What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun" Dean and Theo enters.

"Hey" The two say in unison.

"Hey, you two find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't Billy Beard was cremated" Theo says.

"Great. Now what?"

"No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does"

"Come on, it'll be fun" Wendy says and she continues reading in Latin. Sam suddenly notices something and rewinds. He sits up and listens closer to the Latin.

"Listen to the invocation. Guys, that's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

==

Marty, the writer, is on the phone in his office.

"No, dude, we're down for a few days - force majeure... Yeah. It's cool, though. Gives me time to pitch that time-travel thing... Yeah. All right, well look, get back to me on this, all right? Seriously... No, I'm serious... Dude, are you serious? 'Cause I'm serious" He notices Sam, Theo and Dean at the door "All right. Cool" Marty hangs up "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, whez, is...sorry man, We- we- we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script" Sam says.

"And?"

Yeah" Sam nods "It's -uh- it's awesome"

"Awesome" Dean says.

"Really awesome" Theo says. Marty smiles at the flattery.

"I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail"

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I'm, I'm, I'm a total detail buff"

"No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language" Sam says. Marty's smile fades.

"What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the P.A. Walter?" Theo says.

"No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set"

"But he writes the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good" Dean, Sam and Theo laugh.

==

Later, the siblings are reading Walter's screenplay, Lord of the Dead.

"Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good" Theo says.

"Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want"

"Yeah, like kill people" Dean says.

"Yep. So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic"

"Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie"

"Motive and means"

"It's worth checking out" Theo says.

==

Marty is walking among the forest scenery and spots Walter.

"So, you wanted to meet?" There is no response "Hey, I'm a little busy here, buddy. I'm working on a script"

"Oh, yeah. You guys worked on it a lot" Walter says.

"It needed work. Now, why couldn't we have done this in my office?"

"You know, the history, the lore in my draft was completely accurate. We could've gotten it right for the first time ever in this whorehouse of a town. But you tore it to shreds. You replaced it with cleavage and fart jokes" Walter sighs "It was real"

"Who gives a rat's ass about "real"? We're talking about ghosts here, Walter. There's no such thing"

"That's where you're wrong, Martin" Walter raises his hand, holding a talisman, and begins chanting in Latin. Marty rolls his eyes.

"Okay, nutjob. End of meeting" Marty turns around and comes face-to-face with a ghost that had killed Jay and he screams.

==

The fans turn on. Marty is on the ground, being dragged by the ghost towards the fan.

"Oh, God, no! Please, no!"

"You ruined it, Martin! Everything I worked for!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God! Walter!"

"Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like"

"Walter, please! Walter, help me! Heeeeee--" Just as Marty is inches away from the fan, a shotgun goes off, blasting the ghost away. Theo approaches, weapon in hand and Dean next to her, while Sam turns off the fan.

"You are one hell of a P.A."

"Yeah, I know" Dean says.

"What are you doing?" Walter asks.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter" Sam says. Walter begins climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter"

"You don't understand"

"You know what? You're right, I don't understand"

"Just... wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it!" Dean and Theo looks at Marty, who shakes his head like Walter doesn't know what he's talking about "And then - and then they want you to smile and say, "Thank you""

"Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it" Walter scoffs.

"Look...I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay"

"Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's...just a matter of principle" Theo says.

"Then I'm sorry, too" Walter raises the talisman again.

"Walter. Walter, pl-Don't" Walter begins chanting. The set begins to shake and three ghosts appear.

"Sam!" Dean shout and Theo and Dean raise their shotguns. The ghosts, all of whom are mangled in some way, begins walking closer.

"Come on, come on!" Theo says. Suddenly, they disappear. Then, out of nowhere, Sam is knocked to the floor- the ghosts are now invisible. Dean and Theo helps him up "Come on, come on! Move!" The siblings and Marty begin running away while the lights on set begins shorting out, lots of sparks flying. The four of them run into another building and shit the door behind them. Dean and Theo reloads their guns.

"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!" Dean says sarcastically.

"Now, it not the time to be quoting Die Hard, Dean!" Theo says. Dean then turns around and realizes that the building they entered is actually just the set for the abandoned house. It's completely open on the other wall - they haven't actually reached any real shelter.

"Oh, man!"

"I can't believe this. Ghosts are real!" Marty says.

"What makes you say that?" They look around, ready to fight"

"But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?"

"Probably that talisman" Sam says. Suddenly Sam takes out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then...maybe, uh..." Sam uses his cell phone camera to scan the room. He suddenly sees one of the ghosts a few feet away, heading straight for Theo.

"Y/N! Right there!" Sam points and Theo shoots it. On Sam's phone the ghost disappears "Got him" Sam picks up another ghost "Hey! Right there!" Dean shoots the ghost. They then notice Walter walking around the upper level. Sam hands his phone to Marty "Here, you get the idea?"

"Yeah"

"All right, you hold them off. I'm going after Walter" Sam leaves the set.

"I cannot believe there's an afterlife"

"Oh, there's an afterlife, all right. But mostly, it's a pain in the ass" Theo says. Marty keeps scanning the room with the phone.

There!" Marty ducks to his left as Dean and Theo shoots the two oncoming ghosts.

==

Y/N, Dean, and Sam are backstage.

"From the night of Brad's stage dive. All of a sudden, we’re getting electromagnetic readings up the wazoo. For some reason, it's a legit haunting now," Y/N says.

"Well, who's the ghost, Guys? What does it want?"

"We don't know. I think we should take a look at Brad's death scene." Outside in the lot, Dean and Y/N lead Sam to one of the trailers. Once inside, Dean pops a DVD into the television.

"Hey, where'd you two get this DVD?"

"They're called dailies. I got it from Cindy. She's kind of got this on-and-off thing going with Drew. He dubbed us an extra copy," Dean says. They watch the footage of the scene, complete with Brad's surprised entrance. "All right, here's where the guy fell through the roof."

"Right."

"They must have super-hearing," Mitch said from the tape. Suddenly, Brad falls through the ceiling of the set, hanging from a noose.

"Hey, wait, go back, go back," Y/N rewinds the tape. "Right after. Right aft- yeah, right. Wait. There." Y/N pauses the frame. On the screen, we see a completely different set and standing in the far corner of the set, it is a ghostly white woman.

"It's like 'Three Men and a Baby' all over again," Sam looks at them, confused.

"Oh yeah. Selleck, Danson, and Guttenberg. And... I don't know who played the baby."

"What's your point?" Sam asks.

"There's a scene in the movie where people say that the camera caught a ghost on film. Apparently, in the background of one of the scenes, there was this boy that nobody remembers from set. Spirit photography," Y/N looks at the woman.

"I've seen her before."

==

Dean, headset in place, is sitting with Sam and Y/N at a table. Sam hands them a print-out of an article. Dean looks over.

"Here. Check this out," Dean talks into his headset.

"Yeah, go for Ozzy...No, I don't have a 20 on Tara, I think she's 10-100...Okay, copy that," Sam turns to Y/N and Dean. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?"

"I will take that headset off you, Dean," Y/N says as Sam shakes his head in exasperation.

"Elise Drummond-starlet back in the thirties. Had an affair with a studio exec. He uses her up, fires her, leaves her destitute, so Elise hangs herself from Stage 9's rafters, right into a scene they're shooting."

"Just like our man, Brad. So, what, she's got it in for the studio brass?"

"Possibly. I mean, it's a motive. And Brad's death matches hers exactly."

"We're digging tonight, aren't we?" Y/N says. Later, the crew is cleaning up for the day.

"That's a wrap, people! 6:00 AM for crew tomorrow!" A set worker says.

"Great work, everybody! MCG, you're a genius," Jay shakes McG's hand. "You're kicking ass and taking names."

"Night, Jay."

==

Dean, Sam, and Y/N are walking through the cemetery at night, shovels in hand.

"Which way?" Sam asks, and Y/N reads a map.

"Uh...over here," she says, and they walk a little further.

"Hey," Dean says.

"Yeah?" Dean gestures to a memorial for Humpty Dumpty.

"This map is totally worth the five bucks! Hey, we've gotta go check out Johnny Ramone's grave when we're done here."

"You wanna dig him up, too?" Y/N asks.

"Bite your tongue, heathen!" Dean passes another memorial. "Oh, that's cool."

"He's loving this too much," Y/N whispers to Sam, who nods.

"You know, Guys, what I don't get is why now? I mean, after seventy-five years, Elise Drummond suddenly goes homicidal, you know? Why this movie?"

"Well, maybe she's mad they're making a scary ghost flick."

"Come on, is it really that scary?" Sam asks.

"Here we go," Y/N says, and they reach Elise's headstone.

"Yep. All right."

"Yahtzee." They start digging. Later, the three have finished digging. Dean is in the grave and opens the coffin to see Elise's corpse. They pour salt and kerosene over the bones and burn them.

==

Sam, Dean, and Y/N watch as the police examine the crime scene where Jay was killed.

"Run-in with a giant fan. Same thing happened to an electrician back in '66, a guy named Billy Beard."

"What the hell, dude?"

"I don't know. Doesn't seem like Elise this time, either. It's not her M.O."

"No, we already torched her. So, what are we dealing with, another ghost?" Y/N says.

"Maybe."

"Yeah, but these things don't usually tag-team." Outside in the lot, McG is getting out of his car. He gathers the cast and crew, including Dean, Sam, and Y/N.

"Everybody! Gather around, okay! I've got an announcement to make." McG hands his car keys to a P.A. "Hold that for me. Everyone! Huddle in! In light of Jay's accident last night, and in cooperation with the authorities, we're shutting down production for a few days. I know, I know. Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We've had a few setbacks this week. But we all know what Jay and Brad wanted more than anything. And that was to see Hell Hazers 2: The Reckoning on screens all across America! Now, we owe it to them to go on, and to pull together and make this damn movie, huh?" There are cheers and applause from the crowd. "But- but, but, but not today. Go home. Someone will call you."

==

Sam is back inside, watching more of the dailies. Tara/Wendy is reading in Latin when she is interrupted by 'Kendra'.

"Wendy, don't," Kendra says.

"What are you, afraid of ghosts? Come on, it'll be fun." Dean and Y/N enter.

"Hey," the two say in unison.

"Hey, you two find out where the electrician's buried?"

"He wasn't. Billy Beard was cremated," Y/N says.

"Great. Now what?"

"No idea. Any more ghost cameos in the dailies?"

"Not in the first six hours. You know, maybe the spirits are trying to shut down the movie 'cause they think it sucks. 'Cause, I mean, it kind of does."

"Come on, it'll be fun," Wendy says, and she continues reading in Latin. Sam suddenly notices something and rewinds. He sits up and listens closer to the Latin.

"Listen to the invocation. Guys, that's the real deal - a necromantic summoning ritual. What the hell is that doing in a Hollywood movie?"

==

Marty, the writer, is on the phone in his office.

"No, dude, we're down for a few days - force majeure... Yeah. It's cool, though. Gives me time to pitch that time-travel thing... Yeah. All right, well look, get back to me on this, all right? Seriously... No, I'm serious... Dude, are you serious? 'Cause I'm serious." He notices Sam, Y/N, and Dean at the door. "All right. Cool." Marty hangs up. "Guys, we're all shut down. What are you still doing here?"

"Yeah, um, we- we- we couldn't help ourselves. We just had to tell you that we read the script," Sam says.

"And?"

"Yeah," Sam nods. "It's -uh- it's awesome."

"Awesome," Dean says.

"Really awesome," Y/N says. Marty smiles at the flattery.

"I know, it's pretty rockin', right? I'm glad you guys liked it."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, I really liked, uh, all the attention to detail."

"Dude, right on, that's my thing. I mean, you know, colour me guilty, but that is me. I'm, I'm, I'm a total detail buff."

"No, I can tell. I mean, the way you worked in all those, all those Enochian summoning rituals and all the authentic language," Sam says. Marty's smile fades.

"What, you mean that Latin crap? No, man, that's Walter. Walter Dixon, the original writer. You like that garbage?"

"Wait, Walter the P.A. Walter?" Y/N says.

"No, he's not a P.A. He's got a clause in his contract that allows him to come on set."

"But he writes the invocations?"

"He wrote a whack-job screenplay. There's no pace, there's no love interest, it's all wackadoo exposition. I had to cut, like, ninety percent of it to make it readable, the other ten percent to make it good." Dean, Sam, and Y/N laugh.

==

Later, the siblings are reading Walter's screenplay, Lord of the Dead.

"Should've kept Walter's original script. It's actually pretty good," Y/N says.

"Yeah. And it reads like a how-to manual of conjuration, like a textbook on how to summon ghosts and get them to do whatever you want," Dean says.

"Yeah, like kill people," Sam says.

"Yep. So, let's say somewhere down the line, Walter learned some pretty black magic."

"Yeah. And let's say he's pissed at these people for wrecking his movie."

"Motive and means."

"It's worth checking out," Y/N says.

==

Marty is walking among the forest scenery and spots Walter.

"So, you wanted to meet?" There is no response. "Hey, I'm a little busy here, buddy. I'm working on a script."

"Oh, yeah. You guys worked on it a lot," Walter says.

"It needed work. Now, why couldn't we have done this in my office?"

"You know, the history, the lore in my draft was completely accurate. We could've gotten it right for the first time ever in this whorehouse of a town. But you tore it to shreds. You replaced it with cleavage and fart jokes," Walter sighs. "It was real."

"Who gives a rat's ass about 'real'? We're talking about ghosts here, Walter. There's no such thing."

"That's where you're wrong, Martin." Walter raises his hand, holding a talisman, and begins chanting in Latin. Marty rolls his eyes.

"Okay, nutjob. End of meeting." Marty turns around and comes face-to-face with a ghost that had killed Jay, and he screams.

==

The fans turn on. Marty is on the ground, being dragged by the ghost towards the fan.

"Oh, God, no! Please, no!"

"You ruined it, Martin! Everything I worked for!"

"Oh, oh, oh. Oh, God! Walter!"

"Now you're gonna find out what being a ghost is really like."

"Walter, please! Walter, help me! Heeeeee--" Just as Marty is inches away from the fan, a shotgun goes off, blasting the ghost away. Y/N approaches, weapon in hand, and Dean next to her, while Sam turns off the fan.

"You are one hell of a P.A."

"Yeah, I know," Dean says.

"What are you doing?" Walter asks.

"I could ask you the same thing, Walter," Sam says. Walter begins climbing up the stairs to the scaffolding. "Raising these spirits from the dead? Making them murder for you? That's playing with fire, Walter."

"You don't understand."

"You know what? You're right, I don't understand."

"Just... wait, look. You put your heart and soul into something, years of hard work. It's years, and then they take it! And they crap all over it!" Dean and Y/N look at Marty, who shakes his head like Walter doesn't know what he's talking about. "And then - and then they want you to smile and say, 'Thank you.'"

"Walter, listen. It's just a movie. That's it." Walter scoffs.

"Look...I've got nothing against you, man. You're not part of this. Just please, please, just leave. But Martin's gotta stay."

"Sorry, can't do that. It's not that we like him or anything, it's...just a matter of principle," Y/N says.

"Then I'm sorry, too." Walter raises the talisman again.

"Walter. Walter, pl-Don't." Walter begins chanting. The set begins to shake, and three ghosts appear.

"Sam!" Dean shouts, and Y/N and Dean raise their shotguns. The ghosts, all of whom are mangled in some way, begin walking closer.

"Come on, come on!" Y/N says. Suddenly, they disappear. Then, out of nowhere, Sam is knocked to the floor - the ghosts are now invisible. Dean and Y/N help him up. "Come on, come on! Move!" The siblings and Marty begin running away while the lights on set begin shorting out, lots of sparks flying. The four of them run into another building and shut the door behind them. Dean and Y/N reload their guns.

"Come out to the coast! We'll get together, have a few laughs!" Dean says sarcastically.

"Now, it's not the time to be quoting Die Hard, Dean!" Y/N says. Dean then turns around and realizes that the building they entered is actually just the set for the abandoned house. It's completely open on the other wall - they haven't actually reached any real shelter.

"Oh, man!"

"I cannot believe this. Ghosts are real!" Marty says.

"What makes you say that?" They look around, ready to fight.

"But I don't understand. How is Walter controlling them?"

"Probably that talisman," Sam says. Suddenly, Sam takes out his cell phone.

"What are you doing?"

"I mean, if film cameras pick these suckers up, then...maybe, uh..." Sam uses his cell phone camera to scan the room. He suddenly sees one of the ghosts a few feet away, heading straight for Y/N.

"Y/N! Right there!" Sam points, and Y/N shoots it. On Sam's phone, the ghost disappears. "Got him." Sam picks up another ghost. "Hey! Right there!" Dean shoots the ghost. They then notice Walter walking around the upper level. Sam hands his phone to Marty. "Here, you get the idea?"

"Yeah."

"All right, you hold them off. I'm going after Walter." Sam leaves the set.

"I cannot believe there's an afterlife."

"Oh, there's an afterlife, all right. But mostly, it's a pain in the ass," Y/N says. Marty keeps scanning the room with the phone.

"There!" Marty ducks to his left as Dean and Y/N shoot the two oncoming ghosts.

==

Walter leaves the set through the back exit and comes face-to-face with Sam.

"It's over, Walter. Now give it to me." Walter throws the talisman on the ground, shattering it.

"There! Okay, now no one can have it."

"I wouldn't have done that if I were you."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"And why not?" Walter asks.

"Because you freed them. We can't stop them now. Walter, you brought them back, forced them to murder. They're not gonna be very happy with you." Marty, Y/N, and Dean join them outside.

"Yeah? So, why not?" He suddenly falls to the ground and begins screaming in pain. Blood begins to seep through his clothing. Marty raises the cell phone and sees all of the ghosts tearing Walter apart.

==

The crew had resumed filming. Kendra and Mitch are now in the abandoned house. Kendra is scanning the room with her cell phone, the same kind as Sam has.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. There!" Mitch shoots. From the sidelines, McG is watching, ecstatic. "But I don't understand. How can the spirits appear in the camera phone?"

"The video must pick up their frequencies in a way that our eyes can't."

"Oh, God. Oh, God. Right there!" Mitch shoots again.

"Cut! Oh, print that one. That's in the movie! Oh! I loved it, kids. Loved it." Marty, Y/N, and Sam are also watching from the sidelines.

"You found out there's an afterlife, and this is what you do with it?" Marty looks up from texting, grinning.

"I need a little jazz on the page."

"Well, you did it," Y/N says.

==

Sam and Y/N are walking among the trailers. When they pass Tara's trailer, the door opens, and Dean comes out, clearly disheveled, smirking. Tara comes outside as well, wearing a robe.

"You're one hell of a P.A.," Tara says, smiling at Dean.

"Thank you."

"Hi," Tara says, noticing Sam and Y/N. Sam looks awkward, whereas Y/N just smiles.

"Hello," she says. Dean, Sam, and Y/N then walk away; Dean grabs a sandwich and Y/N grabs a smoothie. They walk off towards a painted sunset, which crew roll away.

"God, I love this town."

"You can say that again," Y/N says. The painted sunset has finished rolling away, revealing a sunset over the Hollywood Hills.

[lavvys-headcanons]

Movie Night With The AU Bros

Undertale-

Sans: Brings only the best snacks for his S/O! But he will absolutely knock out like 5 minutes after the movie starts. But hey, atleast you get to cuddle with your sleepy skeleton boyfriend!

Papyrus: One of the only times where he’ll actually sit down and relax for more than 10 minutes at a time. He’s the type of skeleton that will want to be up and doing something all the time. It may take a bit to convince him to have that movie night with you. But he can’t bare to say no to you THAT many times.

Underfell-

Red: Edge wouldn’t allow him honestly so you’d have to wait until he’s out of the house on his guard duties for the night, which is often atleast. He’s a sucker for sleepy kisses while a horror movie is playing in the background. And you’d best bet he’s gonna wanna hold your hand the whole time.

Edge: He won’t enjoy “lazing” around like his brother but it’ll be easy to convince him. As his S/O, he could never think of disappointing you! Boy doesn’t even watch the movie half the time, he stares at you as you lay atop him. He’ll keep his arms securely wrapped around you until you decide you want to go to bed, but if you wanted to sleep right there on the couch, he won’t object!

Underswap-

Blue: SIMP. We all know he’s actually a big strong guy yeah? But he would be the type to adore watching Disney movies with his S/O. Nostalgia nights as you two watch movies while in a pillow fort that Blue lovingly made. N’ Stretch would take pics of you two after you both fell asleep in the fort.

Stretch: In his room only for the purpose of getting high, this man is a pothead. Watching something like Veggietales only when you two get high together. Otherwise when you’re both having a movie night, it’ll be both of you cuddled together under a blanket since he refuses to turn up the thermostat.

Swapfell-

Nox: Definitely has only ever watched romances, drama, and theatre shows before you started dating. While he prefers to go out and spoil you for date nights, he’s content with just getting a bottle of wine out for the two of you while watching your favorite movies.

Rus: Honestly, most of your dates are movie nights in the living room. He doesn’t like going out or people that much and he feels much safer inside with you. He doesn’t prefer any genre over another so it’s fully up to you and he’ll be in charge of snacks so you know it’ll be good. If you’re the type of person to ramble about why you love a movie while watching it, he’ll listen with so much love in his eyes.

Horrortale-

Ash: He would want to close both of you in his room so y’all are away from the other skeletons in the house, he doesn’t want them to tease him. He’s a sucker for sadder movies, like A Dog’s Purpose. I suspect that he just likes it because by the halfway mark of the movie, you’re cuddled next to him and you’re both crying but it’s a really sweet thing to him because then they have the happy endings.

Poplar: He would look up date ideas on Pinterest and find one where the person put up a movie projector outside and cuddle up under the stars watching your favorite movies. He would plan in literally a month in advance. When the time comes for it, it ends up BETTER than what he saw online somehow! You better give him extra love for his effort! Good job Poppy!

[kacchans-cockslut]

Write Our Wrongs

Tamaki Amajiki x f!reader

Quirkless au

Summary: You and Tamaki have known each other forever, as you were neighbors. You grow up together and we’re inseparable, but inevitably high school comes and you grow apart. However, it changes when Tamaki wants to join the literature club.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, handjob, public, getting caught after, kissing

Word count: 1,952

Rolling out of bed you fall to your feet and stand up. After getting dressed you go out of your dorm room and into the shared bathroom with your favorite person ever, Nejire.

“What are you doing tonight? Let’s have a movie night!” Nejire shouted excitedly.

“I can’t I have literature club.”

“Why on Friday? Friday’s are supposed to be fun.” She pouted.

“Reading is fun, you just have to try it.” You giggled at her pouting. “C’mon we are gonna be late for class.”

After the school day was over, you made your way to the literature club room. Slinging the doors open you pranced your way in.

“Hey President,” one of the first years said.

Yes because you are the president of the literature club. No one knows more about fanfiction books than you.

Outside the club room stood Tamaki. His heart was racing. He’s always wanted to join the literature club but has been too nervous to ever show up. Today he finally showed up and was very much regretting it. All he can think about is turning around and walking back to his dorm room where it’s safe.

“That’s a good idea,” he muttered to himself as he started to turn and walk away. But no of course it wouldn’t be that easy. One of the club members opened the door. Tamaki couldn’t run now it was too late.

“Oh hi Tamaki,” Ochako sounded surprised.

Tamaki turned to look at his shoes to hide the fact he was beet red then mustered up a quiet hello.

“What are you doing here, this is the literature club you know?”

“Y-yes. I was hoping to join if that’s okay. I-I can leave-“

“Tamaki?” the way you said his name made his heart pound. He definitely couldn’t look up now. He was sure he was redder than a tomato. “You wanna join our club?”

“Y-yes if that’s oka-”

“Of course it’s okay!” You jumped up and down. “As president of the literature club, I allow you to join!” You giggled.

Gosh, that giggle. Tamaki couldn’t get enough of the giggle. Tamaki and you grew up together. Him being the more shy one of the two, you tried to get him to come out of his shell. As he got older he developed a crush on you, which he didn’t know was a mutual crush. You liked him just as much as he liked you. Once he heard you laugh, he started to come out of his shell more and try to make you laugh. It was hard once high school started and you rarely saw each other. You drifted apart but now is your chance to be friends again.

Hearing you laugh reminded him of everything you liked about you. Your face, the funny jokes you made, when you cuddled his arm when you watched movies together. He loved watching movies with you; you were so physical we’re your affection. He liked the way your body fit with his. He finally looked up. He wanted to see if your body would see fit perfectly with his.

He looked at your face then made his way down to your feet. He thought looked good in the school uniform.

Watching his beautiful purple eyes scan your body made your heart beat faster. Did he still like you as much as you did him? You giggled quietly at the thought of it.

Oh no. Did the room just get really hot? You totally think he’s a pervert. Why wouldn’t you? He just eye fucked you and you saw him do it.

But what if you didn’t think he was a pervert. You were standing there looking so beautiful to him, he just couldn’t look away as much as he wanted to. His pants tightened at the thought of your body. He needed to do something right now. There weren’t many people in the club, but everyone in there was looking at him.

As much as you wanted him to be more confident, his blushing face stirred something in you. You wanted him.

Officially you invited him inside and shut the door. He took a seat on the floor next to where your bag was.

“Tamaki you picked a good day to join. We just finished reading The Great Gatsby and are watching the movie today. Next week we will start a new book. If you’d like, you are welcome to make suggestions to what we should read.” Turning on the projector, you pulled the movie up and started it. Quickly flipping off the lights and returning to Tamaki.

You plopped yourself down next to him and smiled at him. He quickly turned red again and put his hands in his lap.

Everyone had brought pillows and blankets to make themselves comfy for the movie. You threw your blanket over Tamaki’s legs and scooted closer. Your arms were touching and your breath was on his neck. He was nervous and couldn’t stop his pants from getting tighter.

“It’s been a while since we were this close, Tamaki. I miss this. I miss you. I’m sorry I didn’t try to keep in better contact with you.” you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. “But I’m glad you're here! We can get closer again!” You scooted closer to him and leaned into him.

He didn’t know what to do. He was about to turn into a puddle. You were so close to him.

Judging by his reaction you could tell he was nervous. You were hoping he was turned on, but you couldn’t tell if he was or just nervous. You wanted to reach out and put your hand on his thigh. Maybe you were right and he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, or maybe he’d freak out. But that was a chance you were willing to take.

Slowly you set your hand on his thigh to not startle him. He jumped a little and looked at you. Your eyes were glued to the screen, there was no way you did this on purpose.

You inched your hand up his thigh until you reached his belt. You leaned off of him and looked at his face. He turned to you.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” He shakily whispered.

Making eye contact, you moved your hand over his bulge. Tamaki’s legs twitched slightly under your touch.

“It’s okay Tamaki don’t be shy now.” After rubbing him a few times over his uniform pants, you moved your hands up to his belt. Quietly you loosened it and moved to the button. Slowly you dragged the zipper down, not wanting to alert the members of the club to what was happening behind them.

Tamaki wanted this. He has never wanted anything so bad before. He was paralyzed with fear of being caught though. But that’s what makes it exciting.

You rubbed your hand up his stomach and felt his abs.

“Mmm Tamaki” you let out a quiet moan. You moved his shirt up with your hand to get a better look at what he was hiding.

The sight before you could have made you cum alone. His red face and needy eyes looking to the side, his toned stomach, and the small patch of purple hair leading the thing you wanted most. He was a mess under you and it felt so good. You couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly you reached under his pants and grabbed his cock.

He moaned under your touch.

“Shh Tamaki you gotta be quiet,” you whispered directly into his ear, sending a shiver down his spine. Pulling back slightly, you looked at his ear. Humming under your breath you leaned forward and licked the tip of his ear. He instantly hardened under your hand. “You like that don’t you Tamaki.”

He shook his head yes. He was so close to cumming and you have barely touched him yet. You returned your attention back to his lap. He was bigger than you ever imagined.

You brought your hand up to your mouth and let the saliva run out. He whimpered at the loss of contact but soon got over it as you returned your hand. With the spit acting as lube, it was easier to glide your hand up and down.

You started slow strokes to tease him, wanting him to beg for more.

“P-please I-I can’t take it.”

How could you refuse him.

You picked up the pace of your hand, stroking him faster. He was getting close you could tell. You wanted to bend over and put him in your mouth. He looked so delicious. But he would probably malfunction if you did that. Sucking him off would be for another day, you smirked.

You moved your hard up to the head and circled it with your palm. It was getting hard for him to keep quiet.

“Tamaki” you whined. “Kiss me.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He held your face and kissed you passionately. It was hard to believe it was his first kiss. It was even harder to believe you were getting yourself off to this. You were really pathetic to be so worked up over a handjob.

He has pulled away from your lips. “Y/n I-I think I’m gon-gonna”.

As much as you would love to hear the noises he makes or the glorious look on his face, you couldn’t let the others know. Grabbing his face you pulled him back in for a kiss. He moaned into your mouth, and you could feel his legs tense under your arm. You could feel the warmth of him fall down your hand. You pulled off of him and immediately lost all of the air in your body. There could never be a better sight than seeing Tamaki sitting next to you. His chest was quickly rising and falling. His blush-filled face and messy hair. Looking down to where your hand was still holding the prettiest cock in the world. It was a sight you wanted to burn into your mind.

Remembering you weren’t alone you quickly pulled your hand off of him. You looked down at your cum covered hand.

“I bet you taste delicious,” you whispered in his ear and gave the tip a little nibble.

He turned his head to you confused.

Oh.

Then he realized.

You brought your hand to your mouth and licked it. You moaned at the taste. Tamaki couldn’t take his eyes off of you.

You finished cleaning your hand up and turned to him, “I knew you’d taste so good”.

He turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before. It made you giggle. He loved that laugh. He looked back at you and smiled.

This is perfect you thought.

“Tamaki I’m glad you decided to join our club.” You smiled.

“I-I am too.” He stuttered out.

Gosh, he’s just so perfect.

The movie ended. The club had a small discussion about the differences from the book and went on to their respective dorms. You, Tamaki, and Ochako stayed behind.

As you were getting ready to leave she called you over to her.

“Y/n if you’re going to participate in inappropriate behaviors in our club room, we may need to find a new president.” She chuckled into your ear.

How did she know? Did the others know?

You were caught.

She laughed at your embarrassment. “Don’t worry I don’t think anyone else heard.” She reassured then left you and Tamaki alone.

“What was that about?”

“Don’t even worry about it,” you walked over and kissed his nose. “Why don’t we go back to my room?”

Once again Tamaki turned into a tomato.

[buckys-black-dress]

see through

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a/n: i dont have much to say other than that it's 1 am and i needed to get this out of my system. chapter 4 of play the game is underway, i promise. also, there will be a pov switch in this fic!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. = POV change!

wc: 4.1k words

[ neighbor!bucky barnes x fem!reader ]

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-

Every Friday night, without fail, you saw the light filter into your apartment.

Notice how you said night?

Yeah, it was almost two in the morning, by the way.

And why was there light coming through the chiffon curtains you had hanging on the rod above your window?

(Great choice on your part, by the way.)

Well, because of your neighbor.

You've seen him a few times, actually. Usually on the street outside your buildings, or just out and about. Never spoke to him, though. He was quiet, kept to himself. Didn't seem very friendly or willing to exchange a greeting if he ever saw you.

But you never took it personally. Maybe he was having a bad day. Every time you saw him.

But that's besides the point. The point right now is that you can see the lights blaring in your room. From the apartment across from yours.

Should it even be possible for light to travel that far? I mean, we don't even live in the same building. You think to yourself as you watch the colors dance in the dark.

You debate getting up and yelling out your window to tell him to shut that shit off or to invest in some blackout curtains. You were tired of sacrificing your sleep every week.

But then you decided against it, because you quite frankly could not be bothered to get up from the warmth of your bed. You'd tough it out for the night, but the next time you saw him, you'd have a few words for him.

-

The next morning, it was almost ten when you woke up. You didn't have your shift at the coffee shop you worked at until three, so you took your time in making your way out of bed.

You noticed the curtains of your neighbor's apartment were still open, but you could see his figure moving across the room. He was clearly on the phone with someone, and he didn't look too happy. You wondered what could have him so angry at such an early time of the morning. He seemed like a person who could use someone to talk to, someone who he could vent to.

But before you let your thoughts get ahead of you, you turn away from the window, heading back into your kitchen to eat breakfast and get ready for the long day ahead of you.

-

"Hi, what can I get started for you today?" You ask as brightly as you can muster at the moment. You were halfway through your shift, another three hours until close.

"Uh, just a large black coffee." The gruff voice says, and it takes you a second until you look up and look closely.

It was him.

"O-okay, that'll be $3.27." You say, and he hands you a five dollar note before grumbling,

"Keep the change."

"Thanks, and your name?"

He gives you a look that's asking, 'what the fuck do you need my name for?'

"For the order." You try and salvage your dignity, because it feels like the stare shrunk you to a speck of dust.

"James."

That's all he all but growls before turning back to find a seat.

As your coworker takes over the cash register, you grab the biggest cup and fill it with his desired coffee.

You try to not think about it too much, but the anxiety you feel rising up inside you and just calling his name to give him his coffee feels absolutely ridiculous.

"Are you just gonna stare at the cup or give it to the customer?" The voice of your coworker, Jenna, rings in your ears and you look up at her, snapping out of the trance you were in.

"Sorry, I'm just a little out of it today, I guess."

"Everything alright?" She asks, and you nod.

"I'm fine, it's just... that's my neighbor." You nod your head towards where James is sat, in the corner by the window as he watches the raindrops run down the expanse of the glass.

"The one who doesn't let you sleep?"

"Yeah, but I don't think he'd take it too kindly if I tell him about that. He seems to have a lot on his own plate anyways," You explain, and she just nods.

"Well, that sucks, but you still need ta' give the guy his coffee." Jenna smiles and walks back to what she was doing before.

You gently slide out from your spot behind the counter and walk to his table.

"Here's your coffee, James. Enjoy, and- uh, let me know if you'd like anything else." You tell him while placing the steaming cup in front of him.

He murmurs a thank you that you barely catch, but you don't quite have the time to sit and wait for more of a reaction.

For the next several hours, James sits right where he was. He doesn't do anything in particular, either. He just watches outside, as the rain continues to pelt down on New York City, and as people come and go from where they were.

Eventually, about an hour left until close, you offer another cup of coffee.

"Do you want a refill? On the house." You ask gently, waiting to see if you'll get brushed off again.

"Uh... are you allowed to do stuff like that?" He asks, and you're a bit taken aback at the sudden concern.

"I don't think you should worry yourself too much, James. Free coffee's free coffee." You smile lightly, and grab the cup before filling it up without his confirmation. You could tell he wanted to say yes but didn't want to seem rude.

"You didn't have to..." He grumbles, and you simply shake your head.

"I know, but you've been here a while, and what kind of employee would I be if I let a customer sit here without any sustenance?" Your lips ply into a tiny smirk, trying to get him to loosen up a bit.

He seems so guarded, defensive. Like any moment, he's ready to run if need be, you inspect to yourself.

"You'd just be a regular employee, Y/N." He says, but the way he says your name makes a shiver run down your spine; and you can't tell if it's a good or bad one.

You unconsciously look down at your name tag, pinned to your black apron that's branded with the café's logo.

"Well, I felt like being nice. I hope you can deal." Your voice comes out short, but he knows you mean no harm.

As you walk back to the counter, you see a small smile playing on his lips, but he doesn't allow it to manifest on his face. You take that as a small victory for your last hour of work.

(bucky's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The girl who works at this café is annoying.

But she's got a nice smile. And she's nice to me, Bucky thinks to himself.

He sips on the new coffee you'd just poured for him, without his consent, he thinks bitterly.

But it was a nice gesture.

Why can't you just take a nice gesture?

Because your brain's been scrambled eggs for 70 years. You don't know what to think about anything these days.

He watches you fiddle with the espresso maker, cleaning it with a rag, which you then dip into a bucket.

You look extremely familiar to him, but he can't exactly pin where he's seen you before.

Bucky closes his eyes for a moment, trying to recall where he'd seen you, but for a moment, he comes up with nothing.

Ever since he's been living back in the real world, he hasn't been outside too much.

He goes on the occasional walk, or goes to the tower to see Steve and Sam.

But other than that, he spends a lot of time in his Brooklyn apartment. He watches movies that Steve suggests, or he invites Steve and Sam over to have beer and watch TV with him.

He hates how lonely it gets, though.

Bucky wishes that he had someone.

Someone who could understand.

And don't get him wrong, he loves Sam and Steve. They fill in the gaps in his days, and they make them better.

Sometimes, thinking about having something to do that day is what makes it. He likes having something to do, something to plan for for when his friends come over.

But it feels like a teeny, tiny part of his life is missing. A person shaped-hole in his heart.

But Bucky doesn't spend too long thinking about it, or it'll send him into a spiral about failure and how he needs to 'push himself to get out there more.'

Or that's what his therapist says.

"Hey, we're about to close, and we usually throw the pastries out at the end of the day. Do you wanna take these home, by any chance?" Your voice rings in his ears, snapping him out of the impending slippery slope of his lack of love life.

He hesitates to answer for a second, looking at the brown paper bag pinched between your fingers.

Bucky can tell you were nervous when you spoke to him. He knew he made you uneasy, and it killed him inside.

He hated that. He just wanted to have a normal conversation with someone. But everyone seems to know who he is.

Who he was.

"Uh, what is it?" He croaks, unsure of what to say at your gesture.

"It's a few cookies and a chocolate croissant."

"Sure, I'll take 'em." Bucky simply answers, watching as you hand the bag over with a soft smile and watches you walk back.

You sweep up the floor and put up all the chairs, except for the one Bucky's sitting on. You leave his table alone, and bid farewell to your coworker who was scheduled to close with you.

Bucky doesn't know what drives him to do it, but he gets up after he sees you walk out the door, and follows you home.

Damn, if you like a girl, you usually ask for her number or somethin'. Not follow her home to make sure she's safe, you idiot. Bucky's inner voice speaks and sometimes, he wishes it would just shut up because he knows he has no game nowadays, but this is all he knows to do.

He realizes the way you're walking is familiar, and not at all of the way he was supposed to be going. That made him feel a little better, less like a creep. He's about half a block behind you, and when you turn onto the same street he lives on, he's really confused.

Did you know he was behind you? Are you trying to play a trick on him?

But before Bucky can speak up or say something, you walk right past his building, and into the one right next to it.

All of a sudden, images of you right on the street in front of your buildings flash through his head. He's seen you because you're his neighbor. Bucky's seen you right there, getting ready to start your run through the neighborhood, or probably on your way to work, now that he's seen where you work.

But he feels like there's somewhere else he's seen you; somewhere familiar.

He shakes his head, wondering why he's so caught up in you. He thought you were beautiful, but he feels a pull to you that he's never felt with anyone else before.

Bucky's hands move to unlock his door, sliding the key in and twisting the lock open.

He enters, staring at his dark apartment. It's moments like this, when he spends a long day alone, that he wishes there was someone.

Someone to come home to, to hug, to kiss, to share dinner with.

Some to fall asleep with at night. Someone to keep the terrors of the dark away.

But there was no one.

And then his mind thought back to you. Your hair, your face, your warm hands that touched his while you passed him the brown paper bag of treats.

Bucky wishes he was man enough to ask you out. Not even that, just to talk to you. Have a normal conversation, to get to know you.

But that wasn't in the cards for him anytime soon, he thinks.

For now, he focuses on taking things one at a time. And right now, all he wanted was a nice, warm shower and to get at least three hours of sleep tonight.

He's in his room, forgoing the lights for now, before he looks out his window.

For a moment, he believes his eyes are playing tricks on him.

There's absolutely no way that you are standing right there, right outside his window.

Well, in your own apartment, of course.

And there's absolutely no way in hell that Bucky is watching you undress right now.

As soon as you pull off your top, Bucky turns around before he could get more than a peek of your black lace bra, and he feels a burn in the pit of his stomach.

He can't tell if it's shame, guilt, or arousal.

(y/n's pov).・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't stop thinking about James all day.

After yesterday, you wondered why you couldn't shake this feeling about him.

He'd made it quite clear that he's not a people person. Or maybe he just wasn't a you person.

But again, you tried to not take things too personally these days.

Sometimes, you wondered, though, as you looked through your bedroom window to his some nights.

You imagined what it would be like, watching one of those movies with him at night. Making dinner with him. Having coffee in the mornings before work, wondering what he did for a living.

You chastise yourself for your thoughts, thinking that you were crazy for these ideas you were coming up with out of nowhere.

As you pull off your clothes to get ready for bed, you feel the same emptiness fill your heart when your head hits the pillow, and another day has gone by where you're all alone.

-

The next day, your shift was at ten in the morning so you were up early.

You took your time in rolling out of bed. The warmth of your duvet was holding you down, and you couldn't help take a peek out your window.

You see that the room facing yours is finally housing a body in the bed. In all the time you'd been living across him, you've only seen him on the floor.

You feel a warm flutter at that. Whatever reason led him to actually sleep in the bed last night was, you hope you played a role in it.

-

You make your way to the café, and although walking in the rain wasn't ideal, you made it, somehow.

You clock in and head to the register, ready to take the millions of orders that come in through the day.

"Hi- oh! Welcome back. What can I get you?" Your tone of voice made it clear you were surprised, but was trying to not let it show.

"Uhm, just the same as yesterday, and... Can I get a chocolate croissant?" Bucky's gruff voice tells you.

You ring him up, wondering if you should say something about him being your neighbor. Although, he didn't seem too keen on looking you in the eye right now, and you wonder if you did something to make him uncomfortable yet again.

He seems to have this issue quite often.

Little do you know, this time, it isn't because of you or anything you did.

Well, nothing you did on purpose.

Nothing you were aware of at the time.

Anyways, you tell James to go take a seat and that you'd be right out with his order.

"Here you go, James," you place the plate and mug on the table, and this time, when you hear him say something, you turn around with furrowed brows.

"Sorry, I didn't catch what you said." You apologize, waiting for him to repeat himself.

"I- nevermind, it was stupid anyways. You probably have to get back to work." He mumbles while looking back down at his pastry.

"James, whatever it is, you can tell me." You offer with a kind smile. "I can come sit with you during my break, if you don't mind?" A hopeful smile crosses your face.

"Uh, I- yes, yeah, that would be nice." He struggles for a moment, but finally nods his head in confirmation along with his words.

"Alright, James. I get off in an hour for my break." You simply tell him with a soft grin, and you can practically feel his eyes burning into you as you walk away.

The blush creeping up your cheeks also stays there until the remainder of your shift.

-

As you plop in the chair across from James, you inspect him for a moment.

He was attractive, you'll admit.

Okay, he was more than attractive.

"So, James, where are you from?" You ask, your own cup of coffee in front of you on the table.

"Well, I'm Brooklyn born 'nd raised. Never was a time I didn't live here. You?" His lip twitches, looking out the window fondly.

"That's nice. I moved here when I was nine, so I guess I've been here a while. But no matter where I go, there's nowhere like home." You smile.

"There really isn't, huh? This place is irreplaceable." He gives you a crack of another smile, and you find yourself yearning for more from him. Just a tooth, something.

"Well, do you live around here?" You ask, deciding to play coy. You wanted to see what he'd say.

"Uh, yeah, actually. Over on DeKalb and Clinton." He clears his throat, the hint of a smile on his face melting right off.

"Huh, that's so funny. I live on those streets too." You grin, waiting to see his reaction.

"O-Oh really?" James doesn't really know what to say without giving away that he knows where you fucking live.

"Yeah, isn't that funny? Which building?" You're pressing, and you know he knows, but you're having your fun right now.

"T-the uhm... I live in the Washington." He's now making zero eye contact with you, and you're close to breaking.

"What a coincidence! I live in the Oakley!" You're in a fit of giggles when his face drops, you just can't help it anymore.

"James, can I tell you something?" You ask in a coquettish manner.

"Yeah, I suppose you'll tell me even if I say no." He gives a tight smile as a joke.

"I don't wanna sound like a creep, but I knew you lived in the Washington."

"Oh," James releases a breath of relief, "thank God. I knew you lived in the Oakley, but I didn't wanna sound like a stalker either." He says.

You laugh, sliding a hand on top of his resting on the table.

"Y'know, you do this really annoying thing where you leave your movies running on full brightness on your TV, and I can see it through my windows at night." You laugh at the incredulity of the situation.

"Oh... I never even thought of that. I'm sorry, Y/N." He looks genuinely remorseful, and now you feel bad for any bad thought you've had about the man that lives across from you.

"It's alright. No big deal." Your smile does a good job of convincing Bucky that you truly weren't bothered by his actions, but he still felt bad.

"Y'know, maybe I could make it up to you?" He asks, and you feel a blush moving up your chest. "Like, maybe over dinner?" His voice is timid, you can tell by the way he tilts his head down while speaking.

"James," you slide your hand into his this time, your smaller one resting in his large metal one. "I'd love to go out with you sometime."

Before he could react, you stood up from the chair.

"My break's over, but I get off at 3." You lean down and pull a pen from your apron, scribbling your number onto a napkin. "Here."

You walk away before he could say anything, but there's something about him this time that you notice.

He's blushing, too. And he's smiling. A bright, white, blinding smile.

You think of that smile throughout your whole shift, until you see he's still waiting for you when it's time to go.

"So, do you like Chinese or Italian better?" He asks with a crooked smile.

-

bonus scene:

six months later

You and Bucky are laid across your bed, the TV blaring a movie that neither of you are paying attention to. Your head is resting on his shoulder, leg thrown over both of his, and his hand running through your hair.

"You wanna know somethin' doll?" Bucky asks, and you feel his chest rumble under your head.

"Yeah, everything okay?" You ask while leaning up on your elbow to get a good look at him, trying to gauge his mood.

"Everything's okay, just remembered something." He laughs, his hand moving to hold your jaw in it. You shivered at the touch, but smiled fondly at the action.

"When I first saw you at the coffee shop, that first day when you gave the free coffee and pastries... I followed you home."

Your brows furrow and it's clear that you were confused as to why.

"I wanted to make sure you got home safe, and then it turned out that you lived right next to me. So I went up to my apartment and wondered what I'd done right in a past life to have you live right next to me, and then I saw you lived right across from me." His face was tipped upwards, like he was replaying that night in his head.

"You followed me home just to make sure I was safe?" You asked in disbelief that he did something so nice for you, when at the time you thought he hated you.

"Of course, sweetheart. It was dark out and there 're some real jerks out there, y'know." One corner of his mouth lifts up in a soft smirk. "Didn't want anything to happen to ya."

You lean down and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, appreciating his gesture.

"I really thought you didn't like me back then, so this is a nice little secret you've been hiding from me." You giggle when he pulls you back in for a real kiss.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I could'a hated you if I tried, baby. You're too sweet. And at the time, I was still getting used to being out in the open without being a national security threat." You both laugh lightly, dropping your head down.

A moment passes where you bask in his words, letting them soak in. And then a thought hits you, and you can't help but become more curious. Now you need to know the answer.

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, hon." Now Bucky's brows are pulled together, and you reach up and smooth out the wrinkle with your thumb.

"Did you ever... see me doing anything in here? Like, I usually keep the curtains open, and even if they're closed, they're pretty see-through..." You trail off, giving him time to craft his response.

You have a feeling you know the answer, considering how he turns red like a tomato in an instant as words leave your lips.

"I... there was this one time, but I swear, I wasn't trying to peep on you or anything, it was the same day I followed you and I just so happened to look into your window, and you were getting undressed, but I swear, I turned away as soon as I saw what you were doing, baby-" He was rambling, trying to save himself from sounding like a complete creep after all he's just told you.

"Did you like it?" You ask, innocently, but he knew what you were trying to do.

"I-I- You were getting undressed, sweetheart, of course I liked it... are you kidding me?" Bucky's grasping for the words, trying to make you understand.

"Well... we could always recreate it, but maybe in the same apartment this time?" You cock your head to the side, your doe eyes stirring a feeling in his abdomen.

"I think that's an excellent idea, honey." Bucky's hands grasp your waist as you slide on top of his lap. "After all, I am a hands on learner."

-

fin. i hope you enjoyed!

[f1nalboys]

Okay, okay! So I love your poly!Ghostface dark/angst, but I wanna see you do some poly!Ghostface dark/fluff too(if that's a thing?)! Still unhealthy/toxic relationship, but one where their feelings are at least actually true and genuine. Trio vs the World shit. Best Friends to Lovers blah blah blah cause you know Im a slut for that lmao. NSFW too if you're willing 👀

AHH so glad I finally got to this request I'm sorry it took me so long :(( HOWEVER i had fun writing it!! i really hope you enjoy (ps, no smut unfortunately i tried to add it and it was coming out wrong ahhh) flashbacks are italicized! 

WORD COUNT: 2352

WARNINGS: toxic relationship, kinda cute moments between the three of you, cursing, little bit of stalking, threats of violence, no nsfw because i was a little lazy sorry :,(

Had someone told you five years ago that you'd be dating not only Billy Loomis but Stu Macher as well, you’d have laughed straight in their face. And yet here you were, curled up on the couch between the two, your legs thrown over Billys and your head resting on Stu’s shoulder, watching a horror movie. You smile softly as you feel Billy’s hand grip your thigh slightly. He never seemed to realize he was doing it which made it even cuter.

“Remember the day I met you guys?” You question, head moving off of Stu’s shoulder when he turns to look at you. He gives you a goofy grin and nods, kissing the tip of your nose. “Sure, baby. Why?”

“Did you think we would have gotten together? Like, back then?”

“Definitely,” Billy says, poking his finger into your side. You raise an eyebrow at him, catching his hand and holding it in your lap. He sighs, grinning slightly. “Alright, maybe not the day we met, but I knew pretty soon. Why? What’s got you thinking about it?”

You shrug, not really sure yourself. Something about the situation you three were in at the moment made your mind drift to those few awful god damn weeks. “You two really sucked then, you know? Honestly, I’m surprised I didn't kill you both.”

Stu gasps, throwing himself back with a hand on his heart. You roll your eyes; ever the dramatic. “You would have hurt us? I can’t believe this… the betrayal!” You elbow him and he sits back up, laughing, and wraps his arms around you, planting a few sloppy kisses onto your neck.

“We weren’t even that bad, babe.” Billy says, eyes widening as you glare at him.

“Not that bad? Do I need to remind you of the first thing you said to me when we met?” You shoot back, sitting up closer to Stu. You had already forgiven the two for how they acted then, but that doesn’t mean you can’t give them a hard time.

The first day you met Billy and Stu, it had started out good. You still didn’t have many friends but that was perfectly okay with you. You were sat in the grass outside one of the buildings where your next class was held, waiting. Thirty more minutes and you got to go to math; yay. You were leaned up against a tree, headphones in, trying to relax, when two men stood in front of you. They were pretty cute. One was tall, wearing a thin sweater and a goofy grin, while the other was shorter with dark hair and a smirk. The tall one's mouth moves and you pull your earbuds out, about to apologize for not hearing him, when the shorter one speaks.

“Pretty stupid to wait for someone to talk to you before taking your headphones out.” His smile was still there but it was clearly masking his annoyance. Your eyebrows raise in surprise at the gall of this dude. You don’t even know him and he thinks he’s owed a conversation?

“Excuse me?”

“What? You’re deaf and a bitch?” The taller one slaps the back of his head immediately and he grumbles, rubbing the soreness. You scoff, shaking your head, fuming. Was it just this dude or were most people here dicks? You didn't want to find out.

You stand, grabbing your bag and pushing past the two, heading towards the building. Your eyes instantly roll into the back of your head when you hear the sound of footsteps behind you. “Hey, I’m sorry about him, really. That’s how he jokes and sometimes it comes across as mean. I’m Stu and he’s Billy.”

Stopping in your tracks you turn to face Stu, the taller one, and take a second to think of a response. Glancing over at Billy, who had finally caught up with you, you can see what resembles regret on his features. “Well, he didn’t come across as mean, he came across as an asshole.”

Stu laughs, nodding. Billy shrugs, giving you that same weak smile he had shown when he approached. You shrug your backpack up higher onto your shoulder, the weight of it starting to get to you, when Billy grabs ahold of it and yanks it off of you. “What the hell? Give me my shit back!”

“Least I can do is to carry it for you. You going to class?” He asks. It’s like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. You give a large sigh and nod, silently thankful for the weight off your shoulders. “Which building?”

“Sycamore.” He nods and begins to walk there, you and Stu trailing behind him. “Is he always so...?” You ask Stu under your breath, trailing off, unsure of a word that could describe the man. He grins and nods. “Annoying? Mean? Stubborn? Yes, yes, and yes.”

Billy groans at the memory, annoyed. He hated when you brought that up. “I told you I was just having an off day! Come on, you’re acting like Stu didn’t offend you too! Do you not remember when you got food with us, like, that night?” Stu punches Billy in the shoulder hard, pissed that he had brought it up.

“Oh yeah! I kinda forgot about how much of a dickhead Stu was,” You say, leaning back against the couch. It really was a shock your relationship with the boys got to where it was now.

Billy and Stu followed you around all day. It seemed they were trying to apologize for Billy’s attitude earlier but, if you were being honest, it was kind of unnerving. After your math class, where they had walked you inside the building and only left when the professor came in, you saw them waiting outside under the tree you had been at.

“Can you guys stop following me?” You had told them the third time you noticed them, this time at the small diner you stopped by after your last class. Stu’s face turned red and he looked behind him as if there was someone else you could be talking about. “Yeah, you two.”

“We wanted to apologize for earlier,” Billy said, motioning for you to join them at their table. You had to choose which one to sit next too and, after your not-so-pleasant meeting with Billy that morning, you sat next to Stu. He sticks his tongue out at Billy who rolls his eyes.

“You already apologized. It’s getting kind of creepy.” You say, placing your elbow on the table. Before the boys could respond, the waitress walks over, placing down their drinks. She flashes you a smile and takes your order, walking off with a sway in her hips, much to the boy's enjoyment.

Stu throws an arm over your shoulder and you shrug him off, ignoring the pained look he gives you. “We just wanted to make sure you really knew we were sorry! Billy here never acts right around a hottie,”

“Stu you fucking idiot.” Billy spits, throwing something at him. Stu laughs, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Billy looks at you and gives you what looks like a real, genuine smile. “Sorry about him; he can’t seem to think with his upstairs brain.”

“Don’t need to when my downstairs one leads me to be sitting next to a smoke show,” Stu says, holding his hand out to you for a high five. Your face flushes and you ignore him, scooting away from him slightly. He was cute, sure, but way too forward. “What? Can’t compliment people anymore?”

“Not when your compliments are preceded by stalking.” You mutter, a part of you hoping he doesn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does. You see his face change in your peripheral vision and your eyes flick over to Billy. He grins at you, sitting back in the booth, and taking a sip from his drink. He was enjoying this.

“Stalking? You’re fucking with me, right?” His rant is cut short by the return of the waitress who hands you your drink and places the food the boys had ordered onto the table, completely oblivious to your discomfort. She leaves and Stu grabs a fry from his plate, chewing loudly. “We’re not fucking stalking you - trust me, there are better ways to spend our time.”

Billy throws his balled up straw wrapper at Stu, catching his attention, and you let out a soft sigh of relief when Stu’s demeanor changes. He was back to smiling and laughing as if he hadn’t just been attempting to tear you to shreds. “Sorry about that… I’m pretty tired, that’s all.” Stu says, playing with his fingers.

“S’okay, I guess.”

“Why don’t you let us take you on a date? You know, as an apology?” Billy chimes in and Stu grins, nodding. A large part of yourself was screaming no. There was something off about these boys, something dark just under the surface, but you were intrigued. And so you smile.

“Yeah, I guess you two can do that.”

Billy had his arms wrapped around you, laughing at the excuses Stu was stammering out. He was obviously getting frustrated at the memory and you opened your arms to let him join in on the cuddling.

“You know, I really am glad we stuck together. I don’t know what I’d do if it were for our nightly cuddle sessions,” You say, your words muffled by Stu’s sweater. He pulls back and gives you a kiss, Billy swooping in to take one from him as well.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I’d do without our fuck sessions,” Stu hums and you groan, punching him in the shoulder. What a way to ruin the moment. “Wait, let’s not act like you were a saint in all of this! I remember you being pretty awful at one point.”

“What?! No way!”

Billy nods, tickling your sides for a second. “Sure were, babe.”

Two months into the relationship was your breaking point. You really did like, if not love, the boys and yet you were still an outsider. Walking into the shared apartment just for their whispered conversations to stop. Late nights spent in the living room with hushed voices while you tried to sleep. You felt as though you only knew a portion of the two people you had come to like; no, love.

You admit it was petty. It wasn’t the right thing to do in any circumstance, but you did it because you knew it would get a reaction. You had packed a bag and sat in the living room. You wanted them to see you leave. Wanted them to see how much their secrecy had taken. You had been together only a short while and yet you felt so at home with them that the idea of actually leaving, of breaking it off, nearly tore you apart.

The door opens and in enters Billy and Stu, wrapped up in their own conversation. Stu waves at you, carrying on before realizing what he had just seen. “Babe? What are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.” Your voice was confident, not a waver in sight, and you knew it was because you weren’t planning on leaving. Some would call it manipulation, sure, but you were backed into a corner. Stu’s mouth drops open and Billy stares at you, his eyes narrowed.

“What? What do you mean you’re leaving? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” Stu rushes to sit down next to you on the couch, not wanting to accept the idea that you were leaving them on your own volition. His arms wrap around yours and you shove him off. “Babe?”

You shake your head, standing from your spot on the couch, grabbing ahold of the bag. Billy was still standing near the door, his arms crossed, watching you. “Don’t call me that. The two of you… It’s like I’m not even in this relationship. I’m an outsider with the two people I love and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it.”

“Where the hell is this coming from?” Billy questions, grabbing ahold of your arm when you try to walk past him. His voice is thick and you could see the vein in his forehead throbbing. He was angry and you hate to admit it but that’s exactly what you were hoping for.

For the next two hours the three of you talk about your relationship and the future of it. Stu cried, you cried, Billy sniffled a few times, and then you came to an agreement. No more secrets. They told you things that they hadn't told anyone before that they hid behind a vague threat of ‘once you hear this you’re stuck with us,’ and you told them things you had planned on taking to your grave. To say you weren’t shocked at what they told you would be a lie.

Murder wasn’t what you thought they were capable of and especially not murder so gruesome. But, oddly, you felt better about being with them. They trusted you, loved you, enough to let you know their biggest and darkest secret. And you loved it.

Knowing they wouldn’t hesitate to kill for you was a major turn on, which they soon found out.

“Wow, I really was kind of horrible, wasn’t I.” You mutter as Billy recounts the memory with a few interruptions by Stu. You didn’t remember it that way but the more they talked the more you could tell they were being honest. “Well, good thing we stuck together, hm? Would have been pretty bad if we hadn’t.”

“Yeah because we would have killed you,” Billy whispers into your ear and you shiver. He’s telling the truth and that’s what makes the relationship the way it is; they choose to be with you, to keep you around, to love you. “Yeah, we would have given you a call a while ago,” Stu says, his finger making a slicing motion across your neck.

You roll your eyes not because you don’t believe them but because you do. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

[gyusfavlibra]

THIS IS MY WORK! PLEASE DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ON OTHER SITES/APPS!!!!

Warnings: +18, smut, fingering, hand job, sex in bathroom, language, jealousy, fighting, arguing.

Y/n and Sarah sat quietly on Kie's bed as they waited for Kiara to stop degrading the lavender dress she wore while standing in her large mirror. Mrs. Carrera coming through the door to make sure the girls were all dressed. "This is disgusting."

"I know it's just horrible."

"I'm asking you guys to just relax and go to a fun party."

"I look like a bourgeoisie pig."

"I think you look beautiful," y/n said while shrugging at Kie. She just gave a smile back to her, still hating the look no matter what compliments were given.

"Will you please not worry about socioeconomic injustice for one night?"

"Mom, people not three miles from her have no power, no running water, and we're going to Midsummers."

"That's so tone deaf."

"Y/n," the mother scolded at her niece. "Do you know how hard we had to work to get into the Island club?"

"Yeah, mom. How could I forget? You had to grovel for, like, ten years--"

"Twelve years, and we also had to cough up a huge chunk of dough-"

"To keep up with the Joneses-"

"No, so you had the same experiences that I had as a child."

"But weren't parents as teens out, like partying, getting drunk, making out in the backseats of their cars at drive in movies," the cousin listed while putting her things in its bag. "Getting pregnant."

"That doesn't sound fun," Sarah added.

"Do you girls even know what the Island club is?"

"A factory farm."

"For debutantes," Y/n raised her eyebrows.

"It's a nice place, with nice people where you can do fun stuff."

"With out-of-touch rich people, while the island sinks slowly into the ocean."

"Water filling the poor's destructive lungs while the wealthy ones get away on million dollar boats."

Sarah sat quietly laughing on the comfy blanketed mattress. Mr. Cerrera sighed, saying one last thing before walking out. "Okay, I want you to put on your party face, girls, if you want to live."

"Did your mom just threaten to kill us?"

"Maybe. I think so," she nods as she turned around to the duo, fixing the flower crown that sat on her cousin's head. "You nervous to see Rafe."

"Why did you have to bring that up?"

"I was curious. I know it's only been two days, but-"

"Hey, he broke up with me. So if he wants to talk, that's in his duty. Not mine. I did nothing wrong."

Sarah got off the bed, swinging on it's pole. "Except flirt with JJ, or so he says."

"I was not...flirting with JJ. He has a crush on Kiara. I'd never."

"But Rafe doesn't know that."

°°°°

*flashback*

"What if she doesn't like it?"

"She'll love it. She's hippie."

Y/n and JJ sat on John B's porch, smoking a blunt. The girl was trying to help him do something nice for Kiara so JJ could ask her out without feeling weird. He's liked her for the longest and he was finally ready to tell her how she feels.

"Alright, now practice what you're gonna say."

Just as Y/n finished saying the statement, her own boyfriend, Rafe Cameron showed up. Standing behind them listening in.

"Okay, uh, hey I have to tell you something...uh important," the blonde began speaking, using hand gestures because of his nerves. "I really really like you. Like not like friends like, but I have feelings, uhm, strong feelings for you. Because you're like super hot, andnyou're like a really cool chick. So I was wondering if maybe you'd wanna...go out with me."

"Yes, t-"

"What the hell!"

The manly unknown voice shocked them both, their figures jumping at the sound because they thought they were alone.

"Rafe, what're you doing here?"

Y/n asked confusedly as she stood from the steps. The Kook just scoffed and walked back out. Ignoring her question. She shared a glance with JJ before going to follow after him.

"Hey! Where you going? What's wrong?"

"A pogue!? Y/n, seriously?!"

"What're you talking about?"

"You're cheating on me with a pogue?" He shouted. Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, looking at the unnecessary upset individual.

"What do you mean cheating? I'm not cheating on you. We were just talking."

"Bullshit. That's bullshit! I heard it all."

"Rafe, it's not like that. Jj was just-"

"I should've known better. I should've known," he fumed. His right foot swung to kick the dirt near his truck that he was so very close to getting into.

"Known what?"

"I should've never trusted a pogue. I knew something like this was gonna happen. You were just gonna throw me away like Sarah did, Topper. Right? Huh?"

"You sound ridiculous. I was never throwing you away. I was helping him out."

"Yeah, while you're at it. Might as well help sleep with him too."

Y/n scoffed, taking a step back from the angered boy who's brain had just functioned what he said. Part of him regretted it very much. But the other part thought you deserved it because of his cheating accusation.

He opened his vehicle door. Stepping one foot inside. "We're done."

The girl just laughed with held tears reaching for the openess. She turned around to head back inside as Rafe just drove off.

°°°°

"Hey, no tearing up today. Go to this stupid thing and show him that his little cheating accusation act didn't hurt you at all. You're stronger than that."

"Thanks, Kie."

The girls finished up their last minute touches. That includes sweeping their dresses with roller for no hair, any makeup redos, or hair finishes. The ride to the country club was quiet. Well, y/n was quiet.

This would be her first time seeing Rafe since their break up a three days ago. They've been doing everything in their mighty to avoid each other. And it definitely worked. But like her friend told her, she wasn't gonna get worked up. Letting Rafe see her weak was like telling him he was right about everything. But he wasn't.

"Jesus, Kook land."

"I forgot how packed this thing is every year."

"Well, let's go. I gotta walk out with my family."

The Cameron family walked out with their heads high and the Kook crowd cheered for each one. Y/n kept her eyes gazed to Kiara since they were in the middle of a conversation. Not caring if that family came in or not. That excludes Sarah.

Rafe watched from his spot by his dad, as they exited to outside. Breath hitched when he saw Y/n and her dress. It was a dark toned red, had tulle, and a revealing  chest opening.

A red flower crown on her head, complimenting her beautiful down hair. She looked amazing and hot to Rafe. He had to clear his throat before excusing himself.

"Hey," the red dresses girl heard from beside her as a hand landed on her lower back. She removed it before her eyes retracted to theirs. Kie just pursed her lips before leaving to hangout with Sarah. Y/n internally screaming that she left her there.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, you look nice."

"Okay. Thanks. You don't too. What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just saying hi."

"Bye."

"Wait, wait, wait. Why are you mad at me? Shouldn't I be the mad one here?"

"Why?"

"Because of what you did," he said with furrowed eyebrows. Y/n shrugged.

"I didn't do anything."

"Do- do you not remember what happened on the cut three days ago? The fight."

"You slut shaming me and accusing me of cheating with JJ. That? Yeah, I remember that."

"Accused? I heard you."

"Heard what exactly?"

"JJ, was telling you he liked you and thought you were a cool hippie chick, which you are not. You're not hippie. And then he asked you out and you said yes. As soon as I walked in."

Y/n stared at him blankly. Before bursting out laughing. A few guests behind them staring with a look that showed they weren't used to loud talkers or laugher. "Oh my god. You thought? Jesus that's absolutely hilarious."

"What is?"

"That you think- you think that JJ was confessing feelings to me. Whew that's rich."

"I heard it, Y/n."

"He wasn't confessing anything to me you shit head. He was practicing for when he asked out Kiara."

Rafe was confused. Majorly. Inside and out. "But she-"

"He likes Kiara. And she's my cousin. You think I'd really hurt anyone like that? How low of me do you think? Have fun at this party."

Y/n walked off to go look for her disappeared friends. Not wanting to spend another second in a spot with someone who was so rude over something he knew nothing about. Just assumed. Never asked.

As she walked down the corridors of the porch that many people stood on drinking, a hand grabbed her shoulder, turning her around. Her eyes fixated on the blonde in a black tux and a bow tie.

"Holy shit, JJ. You scared me. What're you doing here?" She asked as she hugged him.

"Well, Sarah somehow convinced her dad to let me in tonight to hangout with Kie."

"Have you seen her?"

"I was just looking for her myself. C'mon. She's probably inside."

She grabbed his hand. Pulling him inside. They found Kie just minutes later with Pope. He was working the grill with his dad. Sarah was getting raided by Topper about their own stupid shit. Y/n decided to go get herself a drink and maybe find someone to dance with.

The straw rested on her lips as she stood against the porch railing. Gazing over all the people who say around laughing, probably bragging about their money, summer vacations, their older kids getting into a good college. Typical kook things.

Her eyes focused on a specific couple talking off to the side. Her eyes burning a whole in the back of Rafe's head as he tried to flirt up a storm with some Kook she didn't know whatsoever.

Her body was fuming. Was Rafe really gonna sit in front of her and flirt with a whole other girl that isn't her. Just a few days after their breakup. It's like he's trying to play victim. And she's had it.

"Hey, Sancho. Lassie."

The brunette Rafe was talking up a storm to laughed. "I'm sorry who are you?"

"Oh, you gonna introduce me to your side piece here?"

"Would you stop? We're just talking."

"Talking? Yeah, okay," Y/n laughed. The girl just looked at her dazed. "Hi, I'm his girlfriend. Y/n. And you, yeah you're excused."

Rafe was truly enjoying this scene. Internally rooting for Y/n. He wasn't gonna object to that fact that she called herself his girlfriend. Because now that he knew the truth, it changed his perspective.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I already told you. Wh- can you not hear correctly?"

"He said he was single so, why-"

"He lied. So, you can go away now- Rafe. Let's go. We need to talk."

"What're you his mother now?" The rando questioned. Y/n turned to her and gripped her face.

"If you wanna keep these teeth, then I suggest you stop talking. Go find somebody else's boyfriend to mack on."

She dragged Rafe by his hand into the upstairs private bathroom. Locking the door behind her. "What're you doing?"

"Just having a friendly conversation. There a problem?"

"You were flirting, Rafe. That was flirting," she paced. Hand against her for head.

"Like you're any better. You lied to me."

"I've never lied about anything."

"You said JJ liked Kiara."

"Yeah. He does."

"Then why is he holding your hand, hugging you, and leaving inside with you instead of the girl he supposedly likes," Rafe argued. Gripping onto the large counter.

"Rafe, I grabbed his hand and brought him inside to find Kiara. And I hugged him because I was happy for my friend. God, Rafe how many times do I have to tell you that I am not cheating on you."

"It's kind of hard to believe that shit when I keep seeing things with my own eyes."

"Then stop assuming and come ask me. Jesus, do you not trust me or something. Because I trust you. Anytime I hear that you're at a party doing lines with hot blonde's next to you, I brush it off because I know you'd never. Why can't you just do that for me."

Rafe stood from his seat. Pinching the bridge of nose. The guilty conscience grazed through his mind as he listened to her words. He had issues with trust and with others, but he knew it wasn't a reason to take it out on the only person who's loved him for him.

"I'm sorry. Okay? I'm sorry. You're right. I should trust you. Just like you trust me. I'll work on it. I promise."

"Don't promise me that. Just show me that you love me just as much."

The words clicked. He did love her. And he cared about her. More than anyone in this world. And he wanted to show her. In the most physical way possible.

"C'mere."

"Why?"

"Just c'mere," he repeated as he grabbed her by her waist, pulling her closer to him. She stumbled, but Rafe's grip kept her in place. He moved his face closer to hers, lips almost touching as they grazed against each other.

He used the hand placed on her waist to grip the fabric of her dress. Pulling it upwards. Her breath hitched as he hand snaked under the red tulle and right onto her now soaking core. His pointy finger swept across the waistband of her panties.

Y/n wasn't expecting this as the outcome from their miniature argument but she wasn't complaining. And neither was Rafe.

He pushed her underwear down as much as he could from their position, before going back to her walls and making circular motions. Rafe finally closer the space, kissing her lips practically roughly as he continued rubbing her.

He kept a firm hand on her waist to make sure she had a gripping support if he legs gave out, which they indeed will. The motions stopped as Y/n pulled her lips away from his. Rafe stared at her daring eyes, questioning if she wanted his to continue.

"Put them inside me," she whispered. The Cameron smirked before obliging to her demand. He stuck to fingers into her wet cunt. A soft moan escaped her lips as he did so. Pumping them in and out of her. Y/n rubbed her hand against the erection in his dress pants.

"You like that, yeah?"

She nodded as the locked her lips. Not being able to speak because knowing if she did, she let out a loud moan and even at this club would hear.

She unbuckled his pants, putting her handninside to grip his penis and pump it as he slipped his tongue into her mouth. The hand he held to her waist was now gripped on her neck, gently. Y/n clenched around his fingers. Feeling her high come close. "Dont stop."

Rafe began pumping faster just as Y/n did so. The teens were so horny that they were both already reaching their extent. Rafe's shaft twitched in her hand. "I'm cumming."

"Do it for me."

That's all it took for Y/n to finish. And Rafe too. His liquids filling her hands as they both let out moans due to their intense actions. In one swift motion, Rafe snaked a hand around Y/n's waist turning then so she was against the counter. Her pulled the straps of her dress of her shoulders, leaving kisses as he did so before connecting his lips to hers.

Her pulled his tuxedo jacket off him. Snapping the bowtie off as well. Y/n moaned at the tluchnof his hands on her breast. Massaging them in his hands over the fabric of her strapless bra.

Y/n unbuttoned the spots on his shirt before pulling it off his shoulders and onto the floor. Rafe stop his gripping motions and pulled down his pants and boxers. He sat her up on the counter. Her bare ass connecting to the coldness of the marble designed setting.

Rafe rubbed his tip against her fold once or twice before pushing himself into her. Not giving a warning, but Y/n loved the suddeness. Y/n let a moan into his next as he began thrusting his hips. The girl gripping her black painted nails into his back.

Rafe's eyes rolled to the back of his head. Enjoying the feelings of Y/n's cunt wrapped around him.

"You like that?"

"Yes, god yes."

Y/n sat up, wrapping her arms around his neck. Each moan and huff she exposed in his earn make his whole body shiver. Rafe let out a grunt before answering. She clenched her walls around his dick. The dirty blonde groaned slamming into her body. "Do it again."

She did so. Clenching around around the boy as he slammed into her again. This time, hitting the spot that made her whole body go insane. "Tell me I'm yours."

"You're mine."

A moan escaped her lips after he said what she had wanted. Her hand smacked down onto the edge of the sinks counter. Grilling onto it for dear life. "Tell me it again."

The feeling of her finishing was fastly approaching. As well as for Rafe. The moans she let out made his go over the edge as he fucked her hard. "Tell me, Rafe."

"You're fucking mine, ah-"

Each of them let out a loud moan as they finished. Covering each others mouths. There shouldn't be anyone upstairs but for precautions they covered either way.

Rafe's head fell forward onto her chest. Taking large breaths as y/n did too. "Shit, y/n."

The Cameron pulled out of her. Helping her get redressed and cleaned just after he did himself.

"You're still on the pill right?" He asked as he zipped his pants.

"Yeah. It's fine," she smiled up at his 6'4 figure. Rafe reached down to kiss her passionately.

"I love you, Y/n."

"I love you, too."

[mypoisonedvine]

𝗥𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗨𝗞𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 || dark!jan (the edukators/die fetten Jahre sind vorbei) x reader

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 | in scoping out his next target, jan hadn't realised that you wouldn't be joining your family on their next vacation; in choosing to stay home, you hadn't realised what you were in for.

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧 | 4.3k

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 | smut (noncon, with fingering and penetrative sex), innocence kink, virginity loss/first time, brief exhibitionism, degradation, daddy kink, spitting (in mouth and on pussy), breaking and entering/home invasion, touch of misogyny kink, slight objectification kink (petnames like babydoll/dolly being 99% of this), slight bleeding (from sex specifically), death mention (no threats, just the fear of threats if that makes sense?)

𝗔/𝗡 | you don't need to have seen the movie to understand this fic, as long as you know that jan and his friends break into rich people's houses as part of their anti-capitalist rebellion. note that the vast majority of dialogue is written in english for simplicity, but that these conversations would actually take place fully in german.

this is a DARK fic, if you hit 'keep reading' I don't wanna hear you upset about content listed clearly in the warnings section

It’s probably normal to hear a bump in the night, to wake up and be a little freaked out, but to ultimately just stay in bed and not do anything about it. At first you were sure you were sure it was nothing, though your gut told you otherwise; then, as you heard more and more you spent quite some time convincing yourself that it was just pipes creaking or the foundation settling. But the thing about pipes and foundations is they don’t speak German.

“Hier entlang, hier entlang,” someone whispered, and footsteps shifted all along the lower floor.

Maybe you were still asleep, and this was just a strange dream, a terrifying dream. You pulled the blanket up over your head and prayed to wake up, but the denial turned to terror when you heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

You jumped out of bed, but it was too late to go out your bedroom door— you could hear them walking and whispering outside. Your bathroom had a small window, but even if you managed to fit through it you’d be on the second story with no way to ropel down. Maybe in your mind you could be some daring adventurer with the perfect plan to escape, or with the skills to defend yourself with something random you could grab, but you knew better than to really think you could do anything but hide.

As the footsteps and voices got louder, your eyes frantically searched the room and finally landed on the large upright dresser— maybe it was a little obvious, but it had a handy little feature that made it lock from the inside. It had come in handy for a decade of hide-and-seek, and now it would hopefully serve you one last time.

With not a second to spare, you ran over and grabbed the golden handles, swinging the doors open but being careful to shut them quietly after you’d stepped inside and made room for yourself among the coats and dresses. You searched for the lock in the pitch darkness, only able to find it because it was right above the keyhole that glowed from the dim light outside. Just as you turned the knob and heard the metal lock slide inside the wooden door, you heard your bedroom door open.

Someone walked around your room briefly, you even heard them pick something up and set it down— probably your bedside lamp, based on where it was coming from, but you obviously couldn’t be sure and frankly didn’t care that much. Footsteps approached the dresser and you saw the keyhole light up as a flashlight passed over it.

“Let’s take all the clothes and put them in the fireplace,” a voice in the room announced. “We won’t actually light the fireplace, but it sends a message.”

You covered your mouth with your hand to try to keep quiet when the doors shook briefly from an attempt to open them.

“Fuck, it’s locked.”

“Here, you go on to the next room, I’ll pick it,” a second voice decided, and you heard more footsteps as someone else approached the armoire. “Look how fancy the dresser is, they’ve probably got furs in here too— god knows people living in a house like this can’t miss an opportunity to destroy the environment.”

You heard something jiggle inside the keyhole, a clicking noise that went on for just a few moments before you heard the metal slide inside the wood again and the doors slowly opened.

A man, dressed in black and holding a flashlight in his gloved hands, stared at you from behind a mask that left only his brown eyes visible. You both stood still, staring at each other, until he did exactly the last thing you expected: he lifted the mask up to his forehead and showed you his face.

He was a lot younger than you would’ve expected, though he had the scruffy beard of a guy trying to look older; his teeth were slightly crooked when he smiled at you, and when he raised a brow while he gave you a quick look-over, you noticed the way they almost connected in the middle.

Under his gaze, you suddenly felt very aware of how little your lacy, baby pink nightgown protected you from the chilling night air.

"Well, what's this?" he asked coyly as he watched you shiver. "Guess these capitalist pigs left one of their little piglets behind." He put on a cooing sort of voice as he addressed you directly: "Did mummy and daddy leave you all alone while they went on holiday?"

He stepped closer even as you tried to shrink away, examining you carefully.

“Get out of there, silly, what are you hiding for? I’m not gonna hurt you,” he assured, not that you found it especially comforting. When you didn’t step out of your own accord, he grabbed your arm and roughly yanked you forward; he slammed the dresser doors behind you, and you whimpered in fear as he pinned you down against them by each arm. "Shh, hey, don't worry— I'm here to take care of you, you can call me daddy instead until your heartless banker father gets back. Go ahead, tell me what's wrong."

"I—"

"Ah ah," he tutted with a mix of bemusement and disappointment, "I already told you how to address me."

You shuddered but finally responded, "Daddy, I'm scared."

He gave you a demeaning little pout, but you continued.

"Some men broke in and I'm alone and… and I don't know if they want to hurt me."

"No, baby, they don't want to hurt you," he promised with a gentle smile, but it turned horrifically sinister as he leaned in to add with a whisper: "but we will if we have to."

You swallowed thickly, your gut twisting when you felt him breathe out against your neck.

"So you're gonna be a good girl, right?"

You nodded quickly, turning away when he leaned in closer, looking down at you with darkened eyes and running the fingers of his black gloves over the neckline of your pyjamas.

“You were just waiting for me, huh? All tucked in in your cute little nightgown, dressed up like a doll,” he grinned. “I bet you want daddy to play with you, hm?”

He laughed cruelly when you shook your head, fighting harder to get away again as he squeezed your arms tight enough to leave marks where his fingers had been.

“Wanna play, little dolly?” he continued, pressing his body into yours and roughly shoving his leg between your thighs. “I know you do… c'mon and give me a kiss," he requested.

“N-no,” you stammered, but he grabbed your jaw in his gloved hand and forced you to look ahead, slamming his lips onto yours and ignoring your muffled protests. When he pinched your side you gasped instinctively, and he shoved his tongue inside your mouth roughly— but that only lasted for a moment, before you found renewed strength and managed to shove him back. It wasn’t far enough to free yourself, but enough to get a break from the oppressive kiss.

“Aw, don’t be mean,” he pouted, wiping his mouth with the back of his gloved hand. “You said you’d be good for me, remember?”

“Just stop, please,” you whined, gasping before you could stop yourself when he rubbed his thigh up against you— hitting right on your clit which throbbed in spite of everything. Somehow the fear made you more sensitive, or at least something had because you’d never felt quite like this before.

“See? You’re all worked up,” he explained, “I’m gonna help you.”

This time when he leaned in he started to kiss and suck at your neck instead, starting right beneath your ear and moving down slowly until his tongue laved over the crook where your shoulder began. As much as you hated it, it made arousal pulse between your legs where his thigh continued to push hard on you.

When he moved even closer, you could feel his erection against your hip; you didn’t even realise that you’d let out a gasp until you felt him smile against your neck. “Oh, babydoll… you want daddy’s cock inside you, I can tell.”

“N-no, I don’t— just stop,” you begged.

“If only it were so easy, to just ask someone to stop,” he mused. “You know how many times we asked people like your father to stop before they fucked us? You know how far that gets us? You don’t just get to ask nicely, you have to fight for it…”

He chuckled as you writhed in his embrace.

“But you’re too weak to fight, poor thing.”

"Please, I'm not a part of whatever you’re talking about,” you tried to explain, “I don't know much about what Papa does at work—"

"That's your problem, baby, you're blissfully ignorant! Not all of us have that luxury. But the good news is, I'm here to educate you." He pushed up even closer to you, speaking lowly right into your ear with rage starting to bubble up in his voice. "Your father is a piece of scum who feeds on the working class and then robs them blind. You live like this, unquestioningly, and the rest of Germany suffers. Stuck-up bitch like you wouldn't even notice me if you saw me on the street, would you? Wouldn't even give me the time of day, but now you're at my mercy. That’s what you people need to learn: that you’re not gonna be on top forever.”

Suddenly you felt his hand cup your sex through your nightgown, and you choked on your gasp. “No—!” you started to shout, but his right hand covered your mouth as the left hastily pulled your pyjamas up and reached under them.

“Stop fucking squirming,” he grunted as he reached between your kicking legs and slid quickly up your thigh. “Mm, bet you’re hiding a pretty little cunt under this nightgown— hold still, baby, you’re gonna like this.”

Finally maneuvring his way into your panties, he abruptly shoved two gloved fingers inside of you, watching closely as you scrunched your face up tight in discomfort. He thrusted and twisted them around for a bit, carelessly stretching you open as you tried desperately to squirm away; it stung a bit, and the leather of the gloves was cool and awkwardly firm against your walls. For some reason, when he dropped his free hand from your face, you didn’t try to scream again— maybe because you knew no one who cared could hear you— and you just panted heavily instead.

As quickly as he’d pushed them in he pulled them out, bringing the glove up to his mouth to take it off with his teeth with a little growl before rubbing his bare hand over your pussy again. You whimpered when he slid his fingers inside you again, this time feeling the texture of his skin as he curled the pads of his fingers right against your spot. “Yeah?” he mumbled his taunt around the leather between his teeth before spitting the glove out onto the floor. “Fuck, so warm… you’re so wet already, dolly, has nobody been giving this pussy any attention?”

He stopped moving his fingers inside you to pull out and give your clit a few slaps, licking his lips when you cried out from the sharp sensation.

“Huh?” he reminded you to answer when you never gave a response.

“N-no,” you shook your head, finally, and he smiled like he was proud of himself.

“Yeah? You’re not a virgin, are you?”

You only looked down at the floor, blinking a few times as you focused on the teal carpet, and heard him laugh darkly.

“Oh, dolly, I might break you,” he warned roughly as he pushed your gown up to your waist, ignoring your sobbed pleas for him to stop. “We don’t usually take anything from the people we visit, but if I take your virginity maybe your people will finally get the message.”

“Please— you don’t have to do that,” you stammered, rushing through whatever you could think of to make him change his mind, “I won’t tell anyone you were here. You can have whatever you want, if I call them they can send you money—”

“You aren’t even fucking listening to me, we don’t want your expensive bullshit and we don’t want your dirty fucking money!” he corrected sternly, clutching your sleeves tighter and shaking you slightly with the intensity of his movements. “We just want you to be afraid, because the revolution is coming.”

But you were afraid of something much more imminent than a revolution.

“Get on the fucking bed,” he demanded, though you couldn’t do much else considering he was already roughly tossing you onto it, climbing on top of you and pinning you down when you started to crawl back instinctively. With his legs resting on yours and keeping you (somewhat) still, he only needed one hand to grab your shoulders while the other rushed to open his jeans.

Your eyes got a little wide when you saw his cock— before that, it was almost like some part of you didn’t really think he’d go through with his, but now you could see clearly that he was hard and ready… and big enough to make you question how that thing was even supposed to fit inside you.

He tore through your panties like they were paper; he lifted and spread your legs as he sat between them and, much to your humiliation, just stared down at your pussy for a moment. You’d never felt so exposed and it made you feel worse than ever. “Knew you’d have a pretty cunt,” he announced smugly, “can’t wait to see it all stretched out and covered in my come— I’m gonna ruin you, babydoll.”

You weakly struggled as he held your hips down with one hand and haphazardly stroked his cock a few times with the other, rubbing himself over your opening before pulling his hips back to spit right onto your clit. After spreading the improvised lubrication around with his head for a moment, he pushed down on it with his thumb to line up with your hole and, without any further warning, slid inside in one motion.

You bit down on your lip hard, and even that wasn’t enough to distract you from the sting; it felt like he was ripping you open, not to mention going so deep that you could feel him in your stomach.

He groaned loudly, head falling back for a moment as he started to thrust into you. “Fuck, I can tell you’re a virgin— it must be hurting you, huh?”

But the question was a bit redundant, since tears had already begun to stream down your temples and your fingers were clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath you; if they were any less expensive, they probably would’ve ripped.

“Maybe a little pain will be good for you,” he decided with a smirk, “I think a spoiled brat like you has been spared the rod a few too many times.”

It was definitely more than a ‘little’ pain, and it only seemed to sting more each time he pulled back and pushed in again— he wasn’t going very fast, yet, so that was one thing you could almost be thankful for. That said, he wasn’t very gentle either.

He hastily reached up under your nightgown to grope your breasts, quickly moving from one to the other as he squeezed them just a bit too hard. “You like how daddy plays with your tits, don’t you?” he grunted. “Say, ‘yes daddy.’”

“Y-yes, daddy,” you mumbled awkwardly; maybe being embarrassed to say that was superfluous considering everything else happening right now, but your face got warmer regardless.

A whimper almost caught in your throat when he pinched your hardened nipples, but it broke through when he seemingly-randomly gave a spank to your inner thigh.

He looked down at where your bodies were joined, where he was stretching you out with steady pumps of his cock that filled you to the brim, before reaching up to quickly pull his black sweater off over his head— a t-shirt underneath came off with it as his chest was exposed. He wasn’t unreasonably pale but he clearly wasn’t the type to get a ton of sun, and he had a thin scattering of dirty-blonde hair over some of it. It was sort of embarrassing, now, seeing how thin he was and yet he was still so much stronger than you.

"You're getting so wet, babydoll, look— you're making a mess on these expensive sheets," he grinned. And he wasn't lying; the sting of the stretch had slowly faded, replaced with a friction you actually couldn't help but enjoy. Each time he moved, he seemed to slide right over a spot that made you tighten up your legs so they wouldn't shake.

But, apparently, there was still plenty left that he could do to hurt you.

You cried out, so louder it echoed across the room, when he suddenly thrust into you hard and deep, hitting the very end of you as your body involuntarily jolted— he clapped his hand down over your mouth instantly, muffling your cries to near-silence as he set a punishingly fast pace out of nowhere. You couldn’t turn your head when you heard your bedroom door open, but you could glance to the side and see another burglar appear in the doorway, staring forward at the scene in front of him.

A new sense of shame burned inside you for being seen in such a way; oddly, it came with guilt, too, as if you were doing something wrong yourself, when really it was just something wrong being done to you. The man on top of you didn’t seem to feel much of either, though: he didn’t even slow down.

"Dude, what the fuck are you doing?" the other man asked his partner, face still hidden but his voice a mixture of bewildered and disgusted. "This isn't how we roll."

"Fuck off, I'm almost done," your attacker scoffed. You tried to use the distraction to fight him again— you swung your arms to try to scratch his face or push him away, but without even hesitating he simply stopped covering your mouth to pin your wrists at either side of your head.

"Is this really what you think the revolution is about?" the man in the door sneered. "Or does that even matter to you when you think you might get some ass? Jesus, I always knew you were a creep but this is…" he trailed off.

"Maybe you should take a turn with her, might fix your attitude," the man on top of you suggested. "She's real tight— trust me, you'll feel better."

"I promise that raping that girl isn't gonna make me feel better, Jan," he frowned.

"Fine, then just go so I can finish and I'll meet you guys in the yard," Jan— apparently that was his name— instructed.

"Don't go," you begged the man in the door, seeing the concern on his face— you could tell he wanted to stop Jan, maybe if you asked him to, he would.

"Shut up, bitch," Jan growled, correcting you with a slap to the face.

The man in the doorway just shook his head and sighed, stepping back into the hall and shutting the door behind him. You cried harder, more sure than ever that Jan was right when he said you were at his mercy; and he didn’t seem to have much.

He fucked you rough and fast, recklessly chasing his own pleasure with no regard for yours. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean that you didn’t feel any pleasure, though… it was building, in fact, sort of like when you touched yourself but so much stronger, and deeper, and threatening to overflow at any moment. “Oh fuck, you’re close,” he noticed with a tilted grin, “you love it so fucking much, huh? Wanna cream on daddy’s cock?”

You shook your head but he slapped you again, spinning your face to the side as he held both your wrists above your head in one hand and gripped your jaw with the other.

“Stop lying,” he growled, “I can feel it, I can feel your cunt getting tighter… you’re gonna come so fucking hard for me, aren’t you, babydoll? God, what a nasty fucking whore you are…”

He held your face to look straight ahead, up at where he hovered above you and bared his teeth in a snarl, before forcing your mouth open and spitting into it. You grimaced and tried even harder to squirm away but he quickly clamped his hand down over your nose and mouth so you couldn’t try to spit it back out again.

“C’mon, swallow it,” he instructed roughly, voice a bit strained from the force it took to hold you down. You could hardly breathe with his hand this way, and when you tilted your head back to try to get away from it, you accidentally swallowed his spit with a disgusted, muffled grunt. “There you go, good girl,” he purred as he watched your throat bob a bit involuntarily, “that’s it, I know you wanna come— say it! Say ‘daddy I wanna come.’”

He let go of your mouth and slapped you again before you even had a chance to hesitate. “D-daddy,” you whined, “I… I—”

“It’s not that fucking hard,” he hissed, “just say it, you dumb fucking slut!”

One more slap was apparently all you needed to just choke it out: “I wanna come, daddy!” you cried, back starting to arch as the pressure of holding back your release became too much to bear.

“Then fucking come,” he demanded, “come for me, baby, right fucking now.”

You tried to hold out just a moment longer, just to spite him, just so you wouldn’t obey him so easily… but it only took one rough thrust right into the end of you to make it all spill over. You came with a sob, shaking and jerking beneath him for a moment before a warmth spread through you; it started right where he filled you and spread everywhere until your mind was all foggy and your fingers started to go numb— or maybe that was just because of him pinning you down at the wrists.

Much to your disgust, you could hear how wet you had become with every stroke inside you, a sickening squelching noise that made him laugh as your face tingled with numbness and burned with shame all at once. “Oh fuck, that’s it,” he praised, “naughty little dolly, making a mess on daddy’s cock with that dirty fucking cunt of yours… I’m gonna cover it in my come, are you ready, baby? Ask daddy to come on your pussy, don’t make me hit you again.”

“Daddy, please,” you mumbled quietly, “come on my pussy…”

“I can’t hear you, babydoll, you need to speak up,” he mocked.

And you were just so exhausted and overwhelmed and his thrusts inside your sensitive walls were starting to get painful again— that was why you really meant it when you sobbed through your begging: “Please, daddy, come on my pussy!”

With one more panted moan he pulled out and only had to give his cock one blur of a stroke before white, warm come began to paint over your sore opening, your swollen clit, your bruised inner thighs. “Fuuucckkk…” he groaned under his breath as he watched himself coat you, and you caught a tinge of pink from your blood on his cock and hand as he slowed down to a stop. "Sheiße," he sighed, letting go of your wrists to sit up and close his eyes for a moment before looking down again at where you were limp and splayed out on your bed beneath him. “See? I’m getting reckless, I really shouldn’t be leaving evidence…”

Even without that, you knew his name and face, but apparently he was focusing on the copious amounts of DNA he’d just left on you.

“I suppose it won’t be a problem, because you’re not going to tell anyone,” he posited, leaning down slightly to hover over you as you swallowed around the rock that had suddenly formed in your throat. “You know how I know you won’t?”

You weakly shook your head, already terrified to imagine what the answer to that question was going to be. Of course, your first assumption was that he was going to kill you, or threaten to do so if you involved the police. He knew where you lived, he could threaten your family, too: the thought made your skin crawl as he leaned down further to whisper right against your ear as you instinctively turned your face away from him.

“Because if you tell someone that I raped you,” he finally continued, “then you’ll also have to tell them that you liked it.”

Speaking right against your ear, it took him no effort at all to stick his tongue out and lick you right on it, making you squeal with fear and disgust.

He quickly hopped off the bed and recollected himself, stuffing his softening and blood-stained cock back into his pants before gathering his discarded clothes from the floor. "Your folks won't be home for two more nights, right? I should come visit you again," he winked when he spared a glance at you. “Now get some rest, baby, you deserve it. Don’t worry, I’ll lock the front door behind me when we leave… wouldn’t want anybody unsavory getting in, now would we?”