#of her hugging jonathan lol

[transvampireboyfriend]

There's discussion of ronance under the cut! so if that's not your thing maybe skip this and the next part :)

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7 - part 8

The sunset finds Steve sitting on a log, methodically breaking apart graham crackers and chocolate bars on top of a cooler.

Jonathan and Argyle are rolling joints beside him, sitting on a separate log and making light conversation with him.

Eddie's building a fire in front of them, a few feet away, just out of earshot. Steve loses the thread of conversation every now and then because he keeps getting distracted by Eddie's arms.

Some crackers and chocolate bars are unevenly split too. It's Eddie's fault that they're all wonky.

The taller boy (he will not let Steve forget this) is splitting a few dry logs into smaller ones using the cabin's axe.

He found and donned some leather work gloves, his tattoos shift as his arms flex, there are flashes of armpit hair every couple of swings, and there's sweat slowly dripping down his forehead.

Steve's doing his absolute best not to stare but it's very difficult.

When Eddie swipes the sweat off his brow and strips the gloves to bring out his pocket knife, Steve gets a coughing fit that Argyle has to bring him out of by clapping his back.

"Whoa there man, are you okay?" Argyle asks him,

Steve just franticaly nods as Jonathan snickers beside them.

Just as Eddie settles down in a crouch and starts shaving wood off the sides of the smaller logs, the girls come back from their walk.

Nancy walks to Eddie, offers a handful of dry pinecones and sets about arranging the logs.

Jonathan and Argyle announce they need popcorn and go back to the cabin to make some.

Robin has something trapped inside her hands.

She walks towards Steve, stands behind him and leans down to place her arms around his neck. Her hands remain closed, so that whatever is between them is now right in front of Steve's face.

"Guess what I got" she says, leaning her chin on top of Steve's head.

"That better not be a skunk, Bobbie"

Robin giggles "Have your ever seen a skunk, dingus? My hands are tiny!"

"A baby skunk, then" Steve amends, tone whiny.

Robin snorts, "Shut up. Look,"

As she opens her hands a tiny light shines out of them. Steve gasps.

"Hi!" he says, waving his index finger at the firefly,

"His name's Harold," Robin supplies.

"What? That sucks" Steve accuses, trying to look up at her, but only jostling her head a bit.

Robin gasps, "It's a perfectly good name for a firefly!" she protests, digging her chin atop his head.

Steve ducks his head and half turns in her arms, gives her a look and then turns back.

"How are the wife and kids, Harold?" he asks the bug,

Robin doesn't miss a beat, "He's gay, Steve. You should know better",

Steve can't help but laugh loudly at that.

Robin rushes to close her hands back up,

"Stop! you're scaring him!" she accuses, though there's a smile on her face.

Steve sobers up and puts down the two cracker halves in his hands to pry Robin's hands open again,

"Harold, I sincerely apologize." he offers in a gravely tone.

The bug turns around in Robin's hands.

"I think that means I'm forgiven" Steve says, looking up at her.

Robin chuckles and gently places the bug on top of Steve's left knee, moving to sit beside him.

Steve smiles at Harold before looking at her from the side,

"You having fun?" Steve checks in,

Robin smiles at him, throws her right arm around him and leans her chin against his shoulder.

"I am!" she answers "How about you?" she asks in return, half hugging him.

Steve presses his cheek against her in appreciation, just for a moment before he answers,

"Yeah, I'm having fun too" he smiles,

"Good. I wasn't lying earlier, when I said that suits you" Robin points out, drawing back without letting go of him, to look up at Eddie's bandana still on his hair.

Steve feels his cheeks start to burn.

"Shutup." he mutters defensively "he's-" Steve turns to look at Eddie, who's now fanning the flames of the fire he started and fanning himself every couple of seconds, making the few strands of hair that fell from his bun flap about wildly.

Steve can't help the smile on his face.

"Great. He's just great" he says honestly, feeling a little in awe of just how much he really likes Eddie.

Robin lets go of him only to jab her elbow in his ribs,

"See!" she says "I knew you had to make a move!"

"You were right." Steve concedes, "Not that I'm- I just mean he didn't seem put-off or anything when I tried flirting a little,"

"Of course he didn't! Steve!!" she protests,

"I know. I know," Steve says, reminded of the many times they've discussed his insecurities.

He relays his conversation with Jonathan then, and she listens, pointing out that putting it all together definitely makes it clear why Eddie hadn't made a move yet, and how Steve definitely has a chance.

"Yeah. I hope so," Steve says,

Robin rolls her eyes at his cautiousness and watches Harold finally fly away. Her eyes fall on Nancy, across from them.

Steve moves his eyes away to finish breaking off the last couple of crackers from the bunch.

Steve can admit he felt a pang of jealousy the first time he noticed his best friend laughing too hard at something Nancy said, but he quickly realized he was jealous of Nancy, he was worried she'd take Robin from him. An irrational fear that he also went through with Eddie, when he and Robin got close.

Whatever attempt Steve made at reviving the spark between him and Nancy in the upside down, got flipped right side up as soon as they were out of that hellish time.

Which was fortunate, because Nancy was still in a relationship back then, and Steve actually didn't feel like trying to woo the girl that broke his heart years ago.

Not to mention, they were different people now.

And he could admit now that he had freaked out. He'd seen the prettiest boy he'd ever known smirking at him and calling him metal and Steve had felt himself fall violently, far quicker than he was ready to.

So he'd grabbed on to whatever solid ground he could find, and he didn't have much of that.

It was just stupid. They hadn't really talked about it but Nancy had dropped by Eddie's room at the hospital a couple of times, she'd seen how devastated Steve was and she was never dumb. Steve could see the realization on her and luckily, the relief too.

Slowyly but surely they've arrived back to a place where Steve is glad to have her in his life again. He wouldn't hesitate to have dinner with her any day now, and every one of their friends know what they have is purely friendship.

So when he noticed her half-flirting with Robin at their job again, Steve tried to communicate to her that same understanding and relief with the same look.

And Nancy seemed like she got it.

Steve's fairly certain she and Robin would be good together, he's told Robin as much, but she disagrees, denied that she was attracted to their friend at first, and now refuses to give them a shot.

When he looks back up Robin's still looking at her, her cheeks on the verge of a smile.

Steve, done with his task, wipes his hands on his jeans.

"Are you sure there's nothing there?" Steve asks softly, for maybe the fifth time since Robin and Nancy met.

Looking back at that time now, with his own feelings out of the way, Steve can see clear as day, that Robin was into her from the start.

Robin looks at him now, and her face falls into the same caught look it always does when this comes up. She sighs,

"Are you sure you wanna ask me that?" she counters

"Robbie!"

"Dingus!"

"I want you to be happy," Steve tries,

"Even if it means I make a move on your ex?" she asks, her voice bitter,

"She's my friend too, Robs!" he protests,

"She broke your heart, Steve,"

"Years ago! And-"

"Not that many," Robin interrupts,

"And!" Steve emphasizes, "We're different people now,"

"You were practically offering her six babies not a year and a half ago," Robin points out,

"And you and I both agreed that that was a little bit crazy of me and a clear lapse in my judgement." Steve reminds her, "She doesn't want that. And I don't want that with her. I don't want anything with her beyond friendship and you know it,"

Robin doesn't look convinced.

"I don't care what you say. It would be weird." she says,

"Not for me, if that's what you're implying," Steve tells her,

"You've said that about other things when you did mind!" Robin accuses,

"And you've called me out on it!" Steve counters, "And I'm working on not doing that anymore. And it's not what I'm doing now!"

"I'm not gonna put my happiness before yours," Robin tells him,

Steve turns to her fully, straddling the log between them,

"I'm not asking you to do that, Robbie. I'm asking you not to put MY happiness before yours." he says, "Not even!" he amends, "I'm asking you not to put my comfort before your happiness."

Robin grimaces.

"What if you do mind? Down the line?" she asks,

"You can't base your decisions on hypotheticals." Steve protests, growing impatient, "And especially not on hypotheticals about my feelings, Rob!"

"Don't be an asshole. You're important to me!" she protests,

Steve sighs.

He reaches out and takes one of Robins hands in his own.

"And you're just as important to me," he tells her, "but i don't need you to protect me Robin. I'm not made of glass." he looks into her eyes as he goes on, "Yeah, maybe I'll be uncomfortable at some point, but I've been uncomfortable before and I'll be uncomfortable in the future,"

"I don't wanna be the cause of that," Robin says quietly, squeezing Steve's heart.

She moves to stradle the log too, facing Steve.

Steve offers her a soft smile.

"I know." he says, rubbing her knuckles in an attempt to reassure her, "You wouldn't be. Even if I saw you and Nance happy together and it made me uncomfortable, it wouldn't be because you decided to be with her, or because you're happy with her, Robs. It would be because she's my ex and she broke my heart. That's not on you,"

Robin looks like she wants to say something else but then changes her mind.

"It would be weird," she insists half-heartedly.

Steve understands what she doesn't say,  that she wants him to let it go.

"Okay." He concedes, taking her other hand and lacing their fingers. "Fine then. I won't bring it up again. I just ask that you don't- Don't think of me as this, this responsibility, okay? I don't wanna be that, I wanna be your best friend." he says, tugging on her hands a bit.

"Idiot." She calls him with a hesitant smile, clearly still awkward with displays of affection.

Steve chuckles. She tugs his hands towards her,

"I love you" she says.

It's not lost on Steve how this requires effort from her. He brings their hands to his lips and kisses the back of her palms, one and then the other, making her giggle.

"And I love you," Steve tells her, he untangles their hands and returns to his previous position, reaching for the big bag of marshmallows sitting next to the cooler.

"Now help me roast these," he requests, opening the bag, "this is as far as I came when I was little"

"Oh, did you have a maid that roasted your marshmallows growing up?"

"I hate youuuuuuu" Steve complains, and throws a marshmallow at her head.

part 6

[emblazons]

me looking at this last post talking through Jonathan and Mike parentification parallels, only to realize I had to keep using the same lines for Mike to make the point…because Mike’s words to El lacked almost all of the depth and consideration that Jonathan had talking to Will:

Boy about to “you’re a superhero” himself into oblivion omg

[couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name]

random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

[kiss-me-cill-me]

hear me out:) reader wants to try vanilla sex with Dr.Crane since he always has some kind of twist or experiment when it came down to it. And he ends up doing her against the wall and it’s just really intimate. love your works, and it’s totally fine if this isn’t something you would write🤗

I love a challenge haha ;) And I always enjoy getting to explore different sides of a character. While he might not be nice in most of my fics, I do think that Crane has a sweet side. Somewhere in there lmao. Thank you for requesting, anon!

V. planifolia

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Your boyfriend comes home unexpectedly early, and you take the opportunity to try something new.

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of bondage, mentions of edging, slight overstim, dirty talk, dumbification if you squint, dare I say... some domestic fluff? (in MY Jonathan Crane?!), established boyfriend/girlfriend relationship

A/N: The biggest mental hurdle I had to overcome in writing this was referring to him as "Jonathan" instead of "Crane" lmao. He's just always Crane in my head. And while things are pretty vanilla, he's still sassy, because... well, it is me writing him lol

***Please read the warnings before continuing. Minors DNI***

You were so used to your boyfriend coming home late that it was almost a surprise when he showed up just thirty minutes after you'd finished dinner.

“Jonathan?” you called, cautiously getting up from the couch to investigate.

You'd heard the sound of a key turning in the lock, so logic dictated that it couldn't have been an intruder. But it was barely seven o’clock, and Jonathan didn't usually get home until after you were already in bed. He worked long hours; he always had. So you were shocked to see him standing there in the entryway, setting down his briefcase as he closed the door behind him.

“Baby? What are you doing home early?”

At the sound of your voice, he looked up. A small smile fluttered over his face; his eyes pale and tired, until they caught a glimpse of you. There was that mischievous little spark that you loved.

“Sorry to startle you,” he replied. “I can leave if you'd like.”

He was joking, and you laughed a little as your arms wrapped around his waist. Your bodies found each other easily, and you felt yourself sink against him in that comfortable way that you knew so well.

“No way - you're not getting away from me that easily,” you teased.

Your lips brushed against his, and Jonathan pulled you in closer until you were kissing him. As you sighed happily, you realized that it had been - approximately - forever since the last time you'd had an evening alone with him. You pulled away and looked back at him softly; gentle concern tinting your eyes.

“I'm happy you're home, but is everything okay?” you asked. “You really are back early.”

“Everything’s fine,” he assured you.

Jonathan gave you one more squeeze before he gently broke the hug, trailing off in the direction of the living room. You followed, a small skip already creeping into your step. Your smile threatened to break out at any moment. It was so good to have him home.

You watched from the doorway as Jonathan dropped heavily onto the couch, leaning his head back to look up at the ceiling as he sat. His jacket was already thrown over the back of a chair, and he rolled up his shirtsleeves, not watching what he was doing.

“I know that I haven't been home much,” he continued. His voice seemed to fill the room, making the small space feel even more intimate. “Work has been eating me alive.”

“I hope not literally,” you joked.

Though you could never be sure. Some of the patients he worked with at Arkham were… unique, to say the least.

“Not yet.”

He lifted his head to look over at you, briefly, before reclining again and throwing an arm over his face. Even with his eyes shielded, you could still feel the lingering, icy cold rush of his gaze. You walked over and knelt at his feet, helping him to remove his shoes.

As you tugged at the laces, you felt a surge of devotion wash over you. Jonathan always worked hard. Even though, yes, he wasn't around much during the week, he made sure to provide for you. In fact, you were sure that was all part of the reason why he so often worked late. 

Once his shoes were off, you let your soft fingers drift up his leg, brushing against the fabric of his trousers.

“Did you have dinner? Do you want something to eat?”

“Maybe later,” Jonathan replied, as he took hold of your wrist.

Gently, he pulled you until you were standing up, and then until you were straddling him, your knees pressed into his sides.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” you asked, settling into his lap.

As you spoke, your hands came up to rest on his shoulders. Kneading into his tension, you could feel as his arms relaxed under your touch. 

“I just want to spend time with you.”

His fingers trailed over your thigh, and you knew instantly what he meant.

“Oh, so that's why you're home early,” you teased.

You leaned in to kiss him again, this time slipping a finger to hook under the knot of his tie, pulling him closer to you. His tongue brushed against yours, and it sent an electric jolt down your spine.

“Aren't I allowed to miss you?” he teased back.

You felt your cheeks heat up. Both of you knew very well that Jonathan was always the one in charge in the bedroom, and hearing him talk as if you were the one who imposed rules on him made you feel flustered.

“You have no idea,” he continued, “how hard it is to work late, when all I can think about is how you’re here all alone. Waiting up for me. You've been good though, right? Haven't been touching yourself without me?”

The heat on your cheeks deepened, traveling all the way down to your core. 

“O-of course not,” you replied, cursing the way your voice caught in your throat. It was just like him to somehow have you wrapped fully around his finger less than five seconds in. “You know I wouldn't.”

Jonathan hummed, and pushed your hips up and off of his lap as he brought a hand down to brush softly over your clit. You jumped, even feeling him through all your clothing, and your knuckles stretched tightly over his shoulders. 

“Seems like you're telling the truth…”

And you were. You melted into his touch as Jonathan swirled his fingers against you, pressing them roughly. After going without for so long, every nerve felt as if it was on fire in between your legs.

“Ohh…”

Your soft sigh earned you more pressure from Jonathan; his fingers nearly digging into your clothed cunt. You rocked your hips, desperately throwing your head back as you held onto his shoulders for support.

“Stop,” he ordered.

“Mmmmmph.”

Your petulant whine filled the room, and your frustration only grew as Jonathan took his hand away. His command had been gentle, but you were so needy that it felt like torture.

Swiftly, Jonathan stood up and took you with him. Still holding onto your hips for support, he made sure your feet were on the ground before stepping forward. He backed you up with him, until your shoulder blades hit the far wall.

“I really have been away for too long, haven't I?” he breathed, filling your mouth with the taste of anticipation.

“It's okay… I know you're busy at work.”

“You're too nice,” Jonathan sighed. “I want to hear just how badly you’ve missed me.”

Almost instantly, he got what he wanted as you cried out, shocked by the way his leg pushed eagerly between yours. He pressed harder, still looming over you.

“That's better.”

“Jonathan-”

“Want me to tie you up like I did last time?” he interrupted. “Or do you want to try something new?”

It was impossible to miss the hint of excitement in his deep voice. You moaned as he dragged your hips down even harder, pressing your bodies together with an intensity that was almost too much.

“I- was thinking it might be nice to try something a bit different,” you answered, your voice slightly fragmented as he unbuttoned your pants.

“Mmm. You have any ideas?”

You took a deep breath. What you had in mind probably wasn't the same as whatever twisted idea was running through Jonathan’s head. It wasn't that you didn't like experimenting. It was just… you didn't like doing it all the time. 

“I was thinking… what if we just took things slow?” you ventured.

“What? Like you want me to edge you?”

“No, not… exactly like that.”

It was getting harder to articulate, as Jonathan’s mouth latched onto your neck, sucking and biting as he moved up toward your jaw.

“Like what, then?” he whispered wickedly, right in your ear.

“Like… what if we were just kinda… gentle?”

Jonathan pulled back to look at you, the slight hint of a frown on his lips.

“But you like when I'm rough with you.”

“I do!” you rushed to agree. “It’s just that… sometimes I want you to be slow and sensual.”

Your arms inched up to hook round his neck, and you pulled him in for a soft kiss, trying to show him what you wanted. Jonathan was stiff at first, but eventually he melted into the slow movement of your lips.

When the kiss broke, Jonathan took a step back, removing his thigh from between your legs. He pushed his hands under your waistband and started to, very slowly, shove the fabric down over your hips.

“We can try that,” he relented. Then added with a mischievous wink, “But if you get bored… just let me know.”

You hummed as his hands slid over your curves, dragging your pants down with them. Jonathan never did anything halfheartedly, and if you wanted it slow, then that was exactly how he would give it to you. Even if it did drive you crazy in the process.

Your slacks fell, pooling below you on the hard floor. Jonathan paused for a moment, before planting a kiss on the exposed skin below where your blouse had started to fall away. He pushed back your collar, to kiss more and then send a shiver right after, as he breathed over the wetness that had been left behind by his mouth.

He stood up straight, pressing an airy kiss to your forehead as his fingers trailed over the lace of your panties.

“Am I doing it how you want me to, darling?” he asked.

You felt yourself swoon again. You weren't used to him following your lead quite like this, but you liked it. A lot.

As was clearly evidenced by the wet spot that had started to seep through the fabric that Jonathan was toying with. He found the trace of your arousal easily enough, and pressed two of his fingers into the damp cotton.

“Nevermind. I have my answer.”

Slipping your already-ruined panties to the side, Jonathan brushed his fingers over your core before bringing them up to your clit. Swirling with just the right kind of pressure, he dragged a soft moan from your lips.

“Oh my god,” you sighed. “Keep going.”

He kissed you, slowly but sinfully, swallowing all of your breathy sighs and words of admiration as they slipped out. It was impossible to contain them, especially when you started to feel his own arousal as it pressed up against your hip, seeming to grow more impatient the harder he got.

“Jonathan- so close,” you whined, breathless already.

“You sure you don't want me to edge you?” he asked, maybe a little hopefully.

“No - please, let me come.”

The pressure was already building. Soon, neither of you would have any choice in the matter. You just had to get him to keep going, long enough for you to push past the point of no return.

“Well, if you're asking so nicely…”

Another searing kiss sealed your fate, and you scrambled to hang onto Jonathan as you felt yourself start to crumble.

He held you, still pressed firm against the wall, and you heard a deep chuckle resound from his throat.

“Good to know even this kind of stuff makes you a mess,” Jonathan droned. “Or maybe you're just so used to me doing everything I want to you, that this actually counts as variety now.”

You were barely listening to him; still too distracted by the delightfully sore feeling that seemed to permeate your whole body.

What you did notice was him slipping your panties the rest of the way off, letting them fall at your feet before gently guiding you to step out of them. With that done, he turned his attention to your blouse, delicately removing it and then tossing it to the side.

Your hands came up clumsily to paw at the buttons on his shirt, trying in vain to release them. Jonathan saw you were struggling, and gave you a small, knowing smile.

“Let me help, darling. It seems like you're having some trouble.”

You moved your hands to let Jonathan take over. He loosened his tie easily, and popped three of his buttons. But, quickly, he lost interest, and instead moved to unzip his pants.

When he finally sprang free, his cock hit your still-throbbing clit.

“Ah!” you hissed.

“Still sensitive?” Jonathan asked, rubbing himself leisurely against you.

Your only response was a whimper, but that was answer enough. Jonathan’s lips curled into a wicked smile, as he hovered close to your ear.

“Hold still,” he teased, reaching down to line himself up.

You squirmed, fighting within yourself as half of you wanted to scream at the sensation while the rest of you, conversely, needed to grind down harder. Every contact made you jump, and as he pressed in, you saw stars.

“Jonathan…”

You had expected him to start moving, but instead he held off. Staying right where he was, Jonathan paused so that you could feel just how completely he filled you. 

“Everything okay?” he asked, sickly sweet voice dripping into your ears.

“Fuck,” you replied.

He laughed.

“You’ve lost quite a bit of your usual eloquence.” He started to drag himself out. “But okay. Since you asked nicely again…”

As he pressed back in, slow but rough, you couldn’t help letting out an undignified sound. Jonathan smirked.

When he did it again, your whole body shifted, pressed up by the force of his thrust. Your head rolled back, hitting the wall lightly before lolling off to the side. 

“You’re so pretty,” he sighed.

As he spoke, he reached down to hook one of your legs up and over his waist. The new angle caused you to let out another choked whine, which earned you an even harder thrust.

“Maybe we should do this more often. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you like this.”

You could only imagine how you must have looked. Mouth hanging open and eyes half-shut, rolling back into your head from the pleasure as your chest heaved and your knees gave out. Jonathan smoothed a thumb over the edge of your jaw.

“Even though I can’t stop thinking about all of the other things I’d like to do to you,” he added, punctuating the sentiment with his hips. You swore you felt him shudder.

Kissing your suddenly-warm neck, Jonathan thrust into you again. Your hips snapped back weakly to meet him, and you heard yourself start to moan. You held onto him tighter, dragging your nails down his arms.

“I thought you wanted to be gentle?” he teased.

He hadn't been going very fast, but now he slowed down entirely. For a moment, the two of you stood, face to face, your breath and his in a sweltering mix, pooling out in the scant space between you.

Jonathan’s forehead came to rest against yours, and you looked up into the blur of his eyes. Two hazy pools of blue ice that were filling your vision completely.

“Want me to speed up?”

“No, this is nice,” you replied. A bit dreamily as your senses took time to adjust. Your skin prickled at his touch as he brushed a hand lazily up your arm.

“I can be slow then,” he laughed. “But it might be too hard if you keep looking at me like that.”

“How should I look at you, hm?” you teased.

“Like you’re pretending you don't want to be turned around with your wrists pinned up against the wall,” he teased back.

He pressed into you, exploring how deep he could go before you started writhing against him. Your leg on his waist tightened, pulling him in and holding him firmly in place for a kiss. 

You knew he might take some convincing, but you were prepared to take all night to show Jonathan just how good things could be, after practicing a little patience.

[ddejavvu]

jonathan anon again lol!!! I love him so much. how about him introducing shy!you to his mom <3 ur super nervous she won’t like you but she totally adores you

Jonathan's stepped up to slot his keys in the door, and you consider using the time he's not paying attention to you to make your escape. You could do it, beeline back to his car, hotwire it, drive off into the distance with no planned return. But then he might have to walk to school, and you don't want him to have to do that. Before you can decide to sprint anywhere, the lock clicks, and the door swings open at his push.

"Mom," He calls into the house, rather unceremoniously, which makes you nervous, "I'm home, and I brought Y/N!"

"Oh!" A voice comes from the kitchen, honey-sweet but slightly flustered, "Oh, I'll- I'll be right there!"

"Jon-!" You swat at Jonathan's shoulder, hissing at him in a panic, "You said she knew I was coming!"

"No, I said she said you could come over anytime," He corrects you, dropping his backpack on the couch, "So I brought you over today."

This is a disaster. You're now an unexpected, barely-invited guest in the Byers household, and only your boyfriend really wants you there. You've met Will a handful of times, during pick-up or drop-off or just out and about, and he seems to like you, but you're sure he doesn't want you popping up in his living room unannounced. You'd been invited for dinner by your boyfriend, but you're not sure his mother has made enough, so you're not only intruding on their life, but you're putting the extra stress of another mouth to feed on her plate, and she's going to hate you for the burden you're causing, and-

"Will you stop burning holes in the wall? That's a picture of me, you know," Jonathan scoffs, tramping over to where you'd been zoning out to panic and pulling the frame off of the wall, "You're supposed to think I'm cute."

"That's- That is cute," You wanted to respond with a lot more fire than that, due to the nature of your boyfriend's planning abilities, but admittedly, the baby photo of him in nothing but a diaper is adorable. You can see the chubby rolls of his arms and legs, and his stomach pudges out in a round shape you're sure his mother kissed a thousand times.

"-but this is not fair to your mom! She probably didn't make enough, and now I look rude for showing up unannounced, and-"

"She always makes more than enough," He assures you, setting the picture frame down on the table and taking your hands in his. He has a way of looking at you while he speaks that calms the frantic beating of your panicked heart, and you let yourself get lost in his comforting aura for a moment. "She makes one giant meal on Monday nights, then we eat the leftovers until Sunday. Your one portion will not destroy the fabric of the household, Y/N."

"But it'll be one less portion for someone else," You fret, and you know his resulting glare is meant kindly.

"Will has a bad habit of sneaking into the kitchen for midnight meals. You'll just be preventing me from waking up to hear the microwave at one in the morning, babe. You're doing everyone a favor, here. Plus, my mom really wants to meet you. She bugs me every day about bringing you here, just because you're unexpected doesn't mean you're unwanted. Okay?"

You hear frantic footsteps from the kitchen, and nod before she has a chance to catch you in a freak-out, "Okay, Jon, okay."

"Okay." He grins at you, turning in sync with you just in time to see Joyce round the corner out from the kitchen, stuffing an apron onto the counter that she's clearly just taken off.

Her face lights up when she sees you, especially when she notices that Jonathan still has one of your hands in his own. She rushes for a hug, gushing "Hello!", and you're happy to let her engulf you in her embrace.

"Hi," You return just as enthusiastically, if not a little nervous, "Hi, I- I hope I'm not intruding."

You ignore the way Jonathan huffs out a sigh at your near-apology.

"No! No," Joyce pulls back from the hug, keeping her hands on your shoulders and shaking her head, a deep frown over her features, "No honey, not at all! I mean," She brightens, eyes wide, "I was really starting to think he'd made you up, or something! I mean I've been asking for ages, I- I was starting to worry." She concludes, a little drearily. Jonathan had admitted that he was nervous to bring you over in case you were expecting something better, something nicer, something newer, but a newer house with newer contents wouldn't hold the memories you see so plainly here, and you look around to admire the photos displayed.

"It's wonderful here," You promise, feeling Joyce's hands drop to your own and squeeze, "I've never seen baby pictures of Jonathan."

"Oh, I have a bunch." She grins, and Jonathan pales beside you.

"She's seen one!" He attempts to diffuse her excitement, "The- the one on the wall, mom. She's seen me in a diaper, isn't that enough?"

"No, she needs to see you in your Donald Duck Halloween costume," She insists, "After dinner- we're having spaghetti, honey, I hope that's okay." She cuts herself off to peer worriedly at you, and you nod vigorously.

"Oh, great! Okay, after dinner, I'll get the photo albums down, alright? And we can make fun of him," She looks far too eager to tease her son, "Does that sound good?"

"That sounds great," You laugh, at the same time Jonathan groans the opposite.

"Oh, stop," She swats at his chest, "You get to see her all the time, now let me take over."

"Not if you're gonna embarrass me!" Jonathan gripes, turning to you, "Y/N, don't hold my preschool drawings against me. I've gotten better with time, I swear."

"He hasn't," Joyce stage-whispers to you, then gushes to Jonathan, "Of course you have, sweetheart."

She's tugging you off to the dinner table without another word, and you glance back with a grin at Jonathan who looks half-mortified and half-fond.

"Now, sit," She pulls a chair out at the table for you, "And talk, I wanna know everything about you!"

[slut4thebroken]

Exposure Therapy pt. 4

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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader

Summary | Dr. Crane tests a new drug on you and punishes your disobedience.

Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, dub con, p in v sex, crying, breeding, unprotected sex, drugs, coercion, impact play, bondage, degradation, humiliation, emotional manipulation, non consensual groping, angst, stockholm syndrome

Words | 6.6k

Notes | Sorry I did not mean to make this chapter so long lol but there's not really a good place for me to cut it unless I want a super short chapter.

Ao3 link | <3

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Part 3

The next few days were relatively uneventful. You ate, tried to sleep, and showered, not really interacting with anyone. You also didn’t see Dr. Crane that whole time either. Which was nice, but you were anxiously awaiting his return for three straight days. Three days of barely sleeping, panicking when someone walked down the hall or opened your cell. But the fourth day came and you knew that when the orderly took you from your cell, you were being taken to him. 

“Have a seat.” He said, finishing writing something, but pausing when you didn’t move. “Is something wrong?” That made you scoff. 

“Seriously? You drugged and raped me.” 

“With your consent.” He added. 

“Through coercion!” 

“What’s done is done. Sit.” You clenched your jaw and your fists, digging your nails into your palms, but decided to do what he said. “Thank you. I apologize for being gone so long, there was something I had to attend to.” It took everything in you to not tell him that you don’t fucking care and it was the best three days you’ve had since he kidnapped you. 

“However I did have some time to work on some modifications for the drug you tried.” You scoffed at the way he made it seem like it was voluntary. “It should still lower your inhibitions,” He said as he pulled out his desk drawer and took out a syringe, “but it shouldn’t necessarily make you aroused. We’re going to find out.” His lips turned up into a small smirk, making you narrow your eyes at him. 

“I’m not fucking taking that shit again.” You said bitterly, watching the way his smirk turned into an amused expression. 

“It truly baffles me how you still think you have a choice.” He said, standing up and walking toward you, making you stand to back away from him. “If I need to use force, I’m more than willing to do so.” 

“Fuck you.”   

He stopped walking and sighed, then went back to his desk, calling someone to come in. When a large man opened and closed the door, your breath caught in your throat. 

“I just need you to hold her still while I administer this. Afterwards she shouldn’t be a problem.” He said to the orderly, who nodded and walked toward you. 

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You yelled, trying to move away from him, but you accidentally cornered yourself. You could either go toward the orderly, or toward Dr. Crane. The man didn’t give you a chance to decide before he was lunging toward you and pushing you back until you slammed into the wall, knocking the breath out of you and making your vision spin. In your disoriented state, Dr. Crane was able to easily grab your face and turn your head to inject the drug. When they both stepped back, you stayed leaning against the wall, head pounding from the force of him pushing you into it. 

“That’ll be all, thank you.”

You whimpered at the throbbing pain, but he paid no mind to your dramatics. Letting yourself slide down the wall until you were sitting against it and hugging your knees, you couldn’t hold down the sob crawling up your throat.   

“I don’t wanna do it again.” You whimpered, grabbing the sides of your head and resting your face on your knees. You babbled out incoherent protests and pleas, trying not to give in to the feeling flooding your brain, calming you down, making the emotions you were feeling only seconds ago, all but disappear, now a distant thought. When your sobbing died down after a few minutes, he moved his chair back and turned to face you. 

“Look at me.” You obeyed, wiping your tear stained cheeks with a sniffle. “How do you feel?” 

“Normal? I don’t- I don’t know. I’m sorry.” You croaked. 

“What do you mean by normal?” 

“I feel like how I used to feel.” 

“Elaborate.” He said, quickly growing impatient. 

“Before… you. I feel like how I felt before you- before you… took me.” 

“You feel like you can trust me?” You just nodded in response. “Come here and sit down.” You obeyed, sitting across from him, waiting for his next command. 

“Do you feel like you would be honest with me?” Another silent nod. “Do you think you could lie?” You hesitated at that. 

“I- I’m not sure.” 

“Let’s find out. I’m going to ask something I know the answer to, I want you to lie. What did you see during the experiment?” 

“You.” 

“Another just to be sure… You moved to Gotham a year ago, yes or no?”

“N-no?” Despite the simple questions, your brain was still getting confused over what he wanted. 

“Interesting. So you’ll tell me anything I ask?” You nodded hesitantly. “What is your biggest fear?” 

 “You...” You said quietly, feeling awkward saying it to his face. 

“What was your biggest fear?” 

“Being raped.”   

“Do you think that with time, you could become willing and eager to participate in my experiments?” 

“Um… yes? I think? I would now.” You said, making his brows raise. 

“You would?” You just nodded. “What about your treatment? Are you willing and eager to continue that now too?”

“If that’s what you want, yes…” You said quietly, cheeks growing warm. 

“Fascinating. You’re still aware of your fears, but this has completely overridden it.” You internally beamed at the fact that he seemed pleased with you. “I’d like to try something.” He said as he opened the briefcase on his desk, then put on the mask. He walked over to you and you waited patiently. 

“You’re not scared?” He asked, tilting his head. 

“No?” He hummed in acknowledgment, then sprayed the toxin in your face, making you flinch back and start coughing. Now that you knew what to expect, it wasn’t as bad, but it was still unpleasant. 

“Look at me.” He said eagerly and you obeyed. “What do you see?” 

“Just you.” Then, after you remembered how this conversation went last time, added, “Dr. Crane. I see Dr. Crane’s face.” He took a step back, staring down at you, making you squirm. “Did I say the wrong thing?” You asked quietly, wondering why he was looking at you like that. 

“As long as it was the truth, then no.” You breathed a sigh of relief at that. As you stared up at him, it looked like his face was glitching between him and the scarecrow mask he put on. “What are you seeing now?”

“Still you, but also… the mask? It’s changing.” 

“My toxin is wearing off significantly faster.” He muttered to himself. Then, to you, “I’m going to try something. Stand up.” You rose from your seat and waited as he moved closer to you. He placed a hand on your neck and squeezed lightly. “That doesn’t frighten you?”

“…No?”

“Does it arouse you?”

“A little I guess.” He moved his hand down to grope your breast, making your breath hitch. 

“And how does this make you feel?” He asked, tone void of any emotion. 

“Good?”

“What about this?” He cupped your sex, making your hips flinch forward. 

“Good.” You said through a breath.

“Do you want me to keep doing it?” You nodded and he pulled back completely, walking to his desk, making you almost whine. 

“Bring in Dr. Bowman.” He said into the phone. “I want to try something else. When he gets here, you’ll listen to me, correct?” 

“Yes.”

“Good.” He said, then the door was being opened and a man was walking inside. “Thank you for coming, I’ll only need a moment of your time.”

“No problem. What can I do for you?” 

“I need you to touch her.” 

“What?” You and the doctor both asked in unison. 

“I just need to verify something.” When he hesitated, Dr. Crane continued. “I am aware of your history here and I’m giving you permission, so what’s the problem?” He waited a moment as if he was expecting Dr. Crane to say that this was all a joke. When he didn’t, he shrugged, moving toward you. 

“If you say so.” He said and you stepped back, looking to the other man for help. 

“Stay.” He demanded, making your legs freeze. 

“Where?” The other doctor asked as he looked you up and down with revolting hunger. 

“Start with her breasts.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest. You wanted to recoil away from him as he reached out, but you couldn’t make yourself do it. He groped you slow but firm and you couldn’t hide the grimace on your face. “What about that?” He addressed you this time. 

“Don’t like it…” You muttered. 

“You can touch between her legs- over her clothes.” He said, making you whine in disfavor. The doctor eagerly obeyed, cupping your sex more aggressively than Dr. Crane had. He rubbed your clit through your pants and you held back tears as you couldn’t make yourself move away. 

“And that?” All you could do was shake your head while you squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for it to be over. “Thank you, Dr. Bowman, that’ll be all.” Despite the obvious dismissal, the man didn’t move yet. “Leave.” He growled, making the man huff but obey. He waited until the door slammed shut before talking to you again. 

“You seem to have formed a connection to me specifically. If I had to guess why… maybe because I administered the drug. Although that’s unlikely.” He said, walking back over to his desk to write down his thoughts and telling you to sit back down. “Other than the occasional escort and other patients, you're mostly only seeing me… Can you answer me honestly again?” He said, looking up from his writing.

“Yes.” 

“Have you formed some kind of attachment or feelings toward me?” Your brows furrowed as you stared at him, caught off guard by the question. 

Have you? Even though right now it feels like you have, you remember how you felt four days ago when the drug wore off and how you felt every time you were around him before that. But you also remember how you used to feel during your sessions, just sitting and talking, fully trusting him. 

“I think… I did? Before you brought me here. But it- it’s hard to tell now.” 

“How so?”

“I can’t tell if it’s really how I feel or not.” 

“So you’re cognizant of the fact that the drug is changing your perception?” You nodded. “And that doesn’t bother you?” 

“Not right now. But I remember that it bothered me last time after it wore off.” He hummed in acknowledgment, writing something down, then taking off his glasses and furrowing his brows as he thought. 

“It’s almost like I’ve accelerated the stockholm syndrome process rather than simply alter your feelings.” He muttered to himself.

“You think I have stockholm syndrome?” You asked, interrupting his thoughts. 

“Early stage, but yes.” You frowned and looked away from him. “Does that bother you?” 

“I feel like it’s supposed to.”

“But it doesn’t?” You shook your head. 

He asked you questions for a while before someone opened the door, reminding him of an appointment. He checked his watch and sighed, then dismissed you, calling an orderly to escort you back to your cell. 

The drugs wore off and you had a long crying session, trying to make your head feel like your own again. You tried to think plainly about what he did- drug you against your will, grope you, and have someone else grope you. It doesn’t matter what your headspace was, he still did that, knowing you wouldn’t want him to. And that was just today. 

But those thoughts were getting muddled in your brain. Instead, the more clear ones were how he had a normal conversation with you when you were on his lap, how he gave you relief from that aphrodisiac even after he was done and trying to work, and the way he smiled when you said something that pleased him. 

You were getting confused. So you tried to repeat all the bad things he did to you, but the more you said it, the harder it was to remember. 

You saw him over a week later- you know because you started counting after the second day. And you grew to miss his calm presence. The nurses and orderlies were mean and the patients were all bat shit crazy, as well as mean. You hated being around everyone because of that. 

As you sat across from him, anxiously picking at your cuticles and bouncing your leg, you were reminded of your first session with him. 

“You were gone a long time.” You finally said, breaking the silence, making him look up from his work. 

“I have other things I need to attend to besides you.” He said plainly. Your stomach twisted and you averted your gaze to the ground, swallowing thickly. “I hear your behavior has improved.” All you could do was shrug in response, still not looking at him. 

“Is something wrong?” He sighed, making you look up at him. You were silent as you tried to think of a response. How can you answer when you don’t even truly know what is happening? 

“I feel like I’m going insane.” You said quietly, looking away from him and biting your bottom lip when it started trembling. 

“Insane?”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You whispered, voice breaking. You blinked back tears, not wanting to embarrass yourself further. 

“I can only help you if you tell me.” His tone wasn’t empathetic, it was clinical and detached. 

“I don’t like being around anyone else here. And this past week was just so dull and- and long. It was so long. And I’m trying to make myself remember but it keeps getting foggier,” 

“Remember what?” 

“What you did. That I hate you.” You whimpered, not meeting his gaze. “I hate you because you ruined my life, but- but I just… What’s happening to me?” You whispered brokenly, hearing him let out a soft sigh. 

“I can give you something so you don’t feel like that.” He finally said, breaking the silence. “What I gave you last time.” 

“No- no. I don’t- want to not feel like that. I want to remember, I want to hate you. I want to… I want to leave.” You whispered the last part, unsure. 

“I can’t let you do that. Not in your current state.” You let out a choked sob, only this time you weren’t sure if it was because you were upset or relieved that he denied you…

“I don’t understand. Why me? Why did you take me?” You cried, watching his form become blurry from unshed tears. 

“The more I learn about your mind, the more intrigued I become.” He said simply. 

“Out of millions of people in Gotham, some who probably have more interesting minds than I do, you just had to pick me?” You scoffed. 

“Let’s not forget that you came to me.” 

“No.” You hissed. “I came to a psychologist who specialized in psychotherapy for the treatment of phobias. Not some fucking psycho doing illegal experiments on non consenting patients.” 

“Do not raise your voice at me,” 

“How are you so fucking calm?” You asked, louder than before. “How does none of this bother you? How can you so easily rape and drug me repeatedly?” 

“I do what I do because I am dedicated to my work.” 

“Bullshit! You’re just insecure and need to have power over everyone’s minds to make yourself feel like you’re above them but you’re not.”

“I recommend you choose your next words carefully.” He said lowly. 

“Or what? You’ll drug and rape me again? That trick’s getting old, doctor.” You spat, ignoring the way your heart was pounding in your chest. As he stared at you, you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. 

“You know, I was planning on having a nice conversation with you. Give you more of that drug, let you decide if you want to resume your treatment today or not.” He said, opening a drawer and taking out a syringe. “Now you’re going to spend the next week in isolation, tied down, getting more of this everyday.” He said, raising the syringe to indicate what he was talking about. 

“Unless you apologize and correct your behavior immediately.” 

“Apologize?” You scoffed. 

“For being a fucking brat and abusing my kindness.” He said harshly, not even raising his voice.  

“So- what, I tell you something we both know is true and now you’re going to have a tantrum about it? “Punish” me so you can regain control, is that it?” You did your best to hide the growing fear, trying to sound assertive. 

“You know what? Punishing you physically won’t do any good.” He said, opening the drawer and switching out the syringe for another. “Your mind however? Well you just confessed that one dose of this has already started to break you down. I shouldn’t need much more before you lose the battle to your own mind completely.” When he started walking toward you, you stood up and staggered back. 

“Be a good girl and let me do this and I won’t hurt you as much as I plan to.” He sneered and your body started trembling from his words. 

“Fuck you.” You spat. 

When he lunged at you and managed to push you into a wall, you shoved his chest, making him stagger back a step. You used that opportunity to run, but before you could even take two steps, he was grabbing your hair and yanking you backwards until you fell to the ground. He placed a knee on your chest, resting his weight on it, then used one hand to turn your head and painfully push your face into the floor while the other injected you. 

He waited impatiently for the drug to kick in before telling you to follow him as he grabbed the briefcase from his desk. You obeyed and he led you to an elevator, going down two floors. As you walked down the hallway, your eyes widened at the sight of the patients in the cells, some restrained, some not. Most screaming or crying or both. The ones who weren’t were just muttering things to themselves, staring blankly at the wall or floor. He stopped in front of a cell and unlocked it before leading you inside. 

“Mr. Williams, how are you?” The patient visibly got hit with a wave of panic when he walked in. He started shaking his head, muttering incoherently, body shaking under the straps of the bed he was on.  “Since you’re mostly immune to the toxin with that drug in your system, I’m not going to give you a mask.” He explained to you, opening the briefcase and taking out his mask and the fear toxin. 

“Do it.” He said, presenting the canister to you. 

“What?” You asked with wide eyes. 

“Take it.” He waited until you obeyed before continuing. “Do it.” 

“I- I don’t…”

“Now.” Your body stiffened at the harsh tone and you unwillingly stepped closer to the man. As you stood in front of him, you could make out some of the words he was muttering, like ‘no’ and ‘please.’ You hesitated, looking back at the man in the mask who just stared at you, waiting. As you slowly raised your hand, his muttering turned into sobs, begging you not to. 

“I- I’m sorry.” You whispered, knowing the effects of even a small dose and not wanting to make someone else experience that. You sprayed it at him, then took a step back, listening to the way his sobs turned into full blown wails and screams.  

“Good.” He said, startling you and making you turn to face him. 

“Why did you make me do that?” You frowned. You knew why. It was so that he could display his control over you. But the thought didn’t make much sense in your cloudy head. You blinked rapidly as you watched him start to glitch between burlap and skin, trying to make it stop and just see one. 

“I’ll make you a deal. You help me with my experiments and I’ll stop everything I’ve been doing to you. No more drugs, no more treatments, no more fear toxin. You live as a normal patient, but you assist me everyday.” Your frown deepened and you looked away from him. “It’s either you and them, or just them. The question is whether or not you’ll be able to live with yourself after being the cause of that every single day.” He gestured to the man behind you who was now writing under the restraints, still screaming and crying. 

“Think about it. As for right now, you still need to be punished for your behavior.” He said, walking out the room. Once the door was closed, he pulled off the mask and put it and the canister away before leading you somewhere. 

“Punished how?” You asked quietly, growing more and more nervous when he ignored you. Finally you reached a room and he opened the door, walking in behind you and locking the door as you eyed the room anxiously. It looked like a doctor's office. There were cabinets on a few of the walls, as well as a sink. The only difference was the restraints on the exam chair. 

“Sit.” He said, not looking at you as he walked over to a counter to set the briefcase on. You tentatively walked toward the chair and sat down, watching him. “Take off your clothes and sit back.” Your face flushed at his words, but you did what he said anyway, slowly removing your clothing, then hesitantly sitting back down. You eyed the stirrups nervously, hoping he would just pull out the bottom of the chair to make a table and have you lay down instead. But when has anything worked out for you here?

“Put your legs up.” Your blush deepened as your legs moved up on his command. He strapped you in, then attached the cuffs on either side of the chair to your wrists so that your arms stayed by your sides. When he walked back to the counter, you let out a shaky breath. 

“Do you like pain?” He asked, fidgeting with something before turning back around, mask in hand. 

“N-no?” 

“You have a cnc kink and you expect me to believe that?” He scoffed teasingly. He walked back over until he was next to you and your eyes moved between his face and the mask. 

“I- I like a little.” You said honestly, making him smile. 

“That’s good. I plan on inflicting more than a little so this should be a suitable punishment.” He placed the mask over your head backwards so that you couldn’t see through the eye holes in the front. When you didn’t feel or hear anything, you strained your ears, trying to get some indication of what he’s doing. You faintly heard a cabinet open and close, then a hand was placed on your thigh, making you jump. He rubbed up and down slowly, teasingly, and you tried not to squirm under his touch. 

“Have you ever used any bdsm toys before?” He lifted his hand so that only his fingertips touched your skin, raising goosebumps. 

“A few.” You squeaked out when his fingers grazed over your mound, just inches above your clit, to do the same to your other leg. 

“Arkham has quite a collection. I don’t particularly enjoy them myself, but a lot of the orderlies prefer that method of punishing patients, rather than your typical electroshock therapy or ice bath.” His fingers trailed all the way down to your ankle before slowly moving back up. 

“They like the extra amount of humiliation that it adds and in your case, I have a feeling you’ll enjoy that too, but your mind won’t.” He removed his hand and you stiffened in anticipation, then flinched when you felt his feather light touch on your stomach moving up to your chest. “Who knows, maybe you’ll even come from this. If you do, I won’t stop you, and you’ll have to accept the fact that you came from a punishment that had no intention of bringing you pleasure.” He said softly, moving up between your breasts. 

“As someone who’s studied psychology, I know what that can do to a person. You’re going to have to acknowledge that you enjoyed it- that you wanted it. Even if your mind disagrees, your body won’t lie to you.” He traced over your collar bones, then went down the outside of your breast, nowhere near your hardening nipple. 

“And once you give in to that fact, you’ll have to admit that the only reason you enjoyed it was because it was by my hand.” He grazed across your stomach, then up the outside of your other breast. “As we discovered last week, you only respond positively to my touch. Do you know why that is?” He asked, removing his hand as he waited for an answer. You shook your head and released a low whine. 

“Because you want my touch. You want me. Sure, your conscious mind might not be able to admit that, but your subconscious knows. The sooner you accept that, the sooner your time here will become more enjoyable.” You weren’t sure how to respond, but it didn’t seem like he expected you to. 

“Ready?” He asked, voice back at a normal volume. 

“For what,” A sharp smack on your clit had you crying out, at first from shock, but after a second from pain. It definitely wasn’t his hand, so if you had to guess it was probably a paddle. 

“I’m going to hit you until you break, I don’t care how long it takes. Do you understand?” You whined and squirmed in your binds, barely able to move. “Answer me.” He growled, emphasizing his words with another strike. 

“Y-yes! Yes, I- I understand.” 

The third time he hit you, you choked on a gasp. By the fifth time, you were letting out little sounds and breaths. By the tenth time you felt tears growing in your eyes. He barely paused between hits, never allowing you a genuine moment to get your bearings. And the mask made everything worse since you never knew when he was about to hit you again. After a few more he stopped, then strands of leather were being lightly dragged over your chest. 

“Do you know what this is?” He asked, trailing it over your nipples, then down to your stomach. 

“A flogger?” You choked out, body stiffening every time he removed it from your skin. 

“That’s right. Have you ever used one before?” His words almost sounded like praise, adding to the arousal quickly building in your stomach. 

“No.” 

“I’ve heard it can be quite painful- like knives cutting your skin, depending on how hard you hit. Shall we see if that’s true?” 

“No…” You whimpered, squirming away from the strands grazing your skin. 

“No?” You shook your head hesitantly. When the strands came down on your breast with a light slap, you flinched dramatically, making him chuckle under his breath. He hit you again, slightly harder this time, but it still didn’t hurt yet. In fact, you had to bite your lip to keep the sounds of pleasure in. He hit you three more times, then you heard footsteps before he started on your other breast. 

“You turn such a pretty shade of pink.” He said quietly, making you choke out an embarrassing sound. “Do you like it when I compliment you like that?” You nodded and he hit you slightly harder in response. “Use your words.” 

“Yes.” You said through a breath. After he finished the five hits, he trailed it down your stomach to between your legs, making you try to close them. 

“But you like it when I degrade and humiliate you too?” He asked, lightly dragging the strands over your sensitive clit, making your hips flinch. 

“Yes…” You whined. 

“I can tell. That’s why your pussy is dripping already.” You let out a choked moan as your whole face grew warm- the only positive part of wearing the mask. He brought the toy down lightly, teasing you, making you squirm in anticipation. 

“I bet you want me to fuck you too.” He said absentmindedly, lightly hitting you again. “You want my cock stretching that needy little cunt don’t you? Just give me the word and I’ll do it.” You whined as he purposefully brushed the strands over your clit. You did want that- really fucking bad. But can you say that out loud?

“I- I want…” He reached forward to lift the mask up enough to see your face and your blush burned brighter. 

“Go on. Be a good little whore and beg for it. Beg for your captor to fuck you.” You let out a long, needy whine, bucking your hips up as much as you could in the restraints. 

“I’m not giving you anything until you ask for it. I’m sick of you calling it rape when we both know you want it more than I do.” He scoffed, moving the toy up your leg slowly. 

“Fuck me…” You muttered, barely audible. 

“Speak up.” He said firmly, emphasizing it with a strike on your inner thigh. 

“Fuck me.” You whined, not looking at him. 

“I can’t fucking hear you.” He hit your other thigh, harder this time, and you swallowed down a whimper. 

“Fuck me! I want you to fuck me- Please.” You cried, feeling the blush spread down to your chest. He relented, holding the paddle and flogger in one hand so he could open his pants enough to free his cock. 

“Maybe I should’ve been more specific,” He started as he stroked his cock to full hardness, “I’m not going to fuck you yet.” He said, making you frown. “I’m just going to bury my cock in that tight little pussy and feel you clench around me every time I hit your clit. Maybe I’ll keep hitting you until you make me come, we’ll find out.” He shrugged, leaning down and spitting on your hole before lining himself up. 

You let out a low moan as he sunk in, not stopping until he was fully sheathed inside you. He groaned under his breath and closed his eyes for a second. Resting the flogger on your stomach, he readied the paddle in his right hand and pulled out just enough to have space to hit you. 

The first hit made you both release loud moans and you started squirming as you grew more eager for him to fuck you. He placed a strong hand on your hip and pushed you down. 

“Stop moving.” He hissed, making you freeze. He gave you another experimental hit, adjusted the position to have a better angle, then hit you again.  

He maintained a steady beat, not too hard, but hard enough that while he kept doing it, tears welled in your eyes. When he increased the intensity, you cried out, a few tears starting to fall.  

“It- it hurts, Dr. Crane, please.” You cried, trying to squirm away from the constant pain that was only getting worse. 

“You can take it.” He said and you squeezed your eyes shut while you shook your head. 

“Hurts too much.” You whined, making him slow to a stop. 

“I have a question for you.” He said, so you let your eyes flutter open. “How does it make you feel knowing that you’ve disappointed me?” Your brows furrowed at the question. 

“I- I didn’t mean to,” 

“That’s not what I asked.” 

“Bad…” 

“What about knowing that you’ve upset me?” 

“Still bad.” 

“Good to know. I guess since you can’t take it, that means we’re done.” He shrugged, pulling out of you, making you whine. 

“Done?” 

“Well you can’t handle what I wanted to do so yes, we're done.” He picked up the flogger and reached for the mask, making you panic. 

“Wait-” You said suddenly and he froze as he waited for you to continue. “I… disappointed you?” You said hesitantly, almost confused. 

“Yes.” 

“I- I didn’t…” He stayed silent, waiting for the rest. “I didn’t mean to.” You said quietly. 

“Well you did.” The harshness of his tone made you flinch. 

“I’m sorry…” 

“I don’t forgive you.” He said simply. “I went through all of that trouble to give you what you want but you can’t even do one thing that I want?” He scoffed, making your frown deepen.

“No I- I’m sorry. You can keep going.” You whimpered, trying to ignore the way your burning clit was protesting your words. 

“I can keep going or you want me to keep going?”

“…I want you to.” He stared at you as he thought and you tried to wait patiently and not fidget. 

“Fine. I’ll give you what you want, but you owe me, okay?” You nodded, trying not to seem too eager. He slipped back inside and you let out a relieved sigh as you felt full again. 

“I’m going to hit harder this time, but I’m only going to do ten. I want you to count them, do you understand?”

“Yes.” 

He lined up the paddle and you watched anxiously, body tense. He wasn’t lying, the first hit was significantly harder than the previous ones. 

“One.” You whimpered, trying not to squirm. He lined up the paddle for the second hit, the sharp pain making you let out a choked sob. “Two.” 

“Look at me.” He said sternly and your watery eyes fluttered up to his face. He hit you again and you squeezed your eyes shut as you cried out, but quickly opened them when you remembered his words. 

“Three.”

“You poor thing. Does it hurt a lot?” He cooed, rubbing the leather over your aching clit. 

“Yes.” You pouted, hoping he’d go easier on you. Instead, he brought the paddle down the hardest he had so far.  You let out a quiet sob and started writhing. “Four.” You croaked. On the next strike, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks. “Five.” You whispered, looking up at him through wet lashes with furrowed brows, your bottom lip trembling. 

“Do you like it?” He asked casually. You shook your head with a whimper, feeling more tears fall. “No?”

“No.” You said through a sob, making him smile. 

“Good.” He hit you again, barely letting you get the word out before hitting you again. 

“S-six. Seven.” You whined. 

“I think you’re lying though- I think you do like it. Why else would you be clenching down on my cock so hard?” He brought the paddle down again, waiting for you to count this time. 

“Eight.” Before you could finish he was hitting you again. “Nine.” You cried, clit burning so bad it almost felt like you were on fire. The last one was the hardest of them all, making you let out a broken sob as even more tears streamed down your cheeks. “Ten.” You whimpered, staring at his face that was blurry from the few tears that remained unshed. He set the paddle on your stomach with the whip, then used his thumbs to pull your folds apart, examining you. 

“Such a pretty shade of red.” He mumbled with a small smile. When he brushed an experimental finger over your clit, your hips twitched as you whimpered. “That hurts?” He asked, looking back up at your face. You nodded with a pout, hoping that would be enough to make him not want to draw out your pain. Surprisingly, it was. 

He moved his gaze down as he placed both hands on your thighs for a better grip, then slowly pulled out, letting you feel every inch of him before pushing back in. He started up a cruel, teasing pace, slowly rolling his hips into yours, making you let out a needy whine. 

“Please, Dr. Crane.” You whimpered and his eyes snapped up to yours. He sped up, now seemingly chasing his own orgasm, using your body for his pleasure. When he touched your clit again, his lips curled up into a small smirk as you gasped out, your hips trying to move away from his fingers. 

“Keep squeezing me like that.” He groaned, rubbing your clit again, this time maintaining the cruel touch. You let out pained whimpers along with needy whines, the pleasure and pain confusing your fucked out, drugged mind. 

His hips stuttered and he removed his fingers from your clit to grab your thigh again and pull you flush to him as he let out a low groan. His hips bucked into you with each pulse of come that hit your walls, and you could just barely feel your orgasm starting to grow, but once he stilled inside you, it quickly disappeared. 

He pulled out, then examined your hole with a small smirk, pulling your folds apart for a better view. When his come trickled out, his expression faltered. 

“Is something wrong?” You asked, voice small, worried you were the cause of the sudden shift. He didn’t answer you as he freed your limbs and collected the mask and toys to bring to the counter. “Did I do something?” You tried not to cry at the thought. 

“No.”

“Oh… Then what’s wrong?” 

“Why do you care?” He said coldly as he turned to face you. “You’re supposed to hate me, remember? That’s what you wanted.”

“I- I just…” 

“Stop talking. For once just stop fucking talking.” He spat, making your brows furrow as you frowned. 

“Sorry…” You whispered as you averted your gaze to the floor. 

“What did I just say?” He snapped, making you flinch as your eyes started watering. You didn’t understand where this was coming from. Especially because he’s never talked to you like this before— emotional. He slammed the briefcase shut then walked over to the cabinet to put the toys away. 

“Get dressed.” You slid off the table, then pulled on your discarded clothing, grimacing at the mess between your legs, too scared to ask if it was okay for you to clean it. He didn’t say another word as he left the room with you following him. He walked quickly, you barely managed to keep up with him until he stopped in front of your cell and opened it. 

“I don’t understand what,”

“Get in.” He said coldly, gaze hard. 

“What did I do wrong?” He grabbed your bicep and shoved you in, making you whimper and grab you now aching arm. He’s never been this rough with you in just normal circumstances. “Why are you mad at me? I don’t understand.” You whimpered, bottom lip trembling, now hurt from his words and his actions. Before you could protest, he was slamming the door shut and walking away. 

You stared at the door as your eyes started to burn and your chest started to ache. Trying to think back to what you could’ve done, nothing came to mind. You didn’t complain or fight him at all. But he only seemed upset after he pulled out, while you were just laying there, not moving or speaking. 

What else could it have been then? You thought back to your conversation after the switch. ‘Why do you care?’ He asked. 

Why do you care?? The answer couldn’t come to you. You just knew that seeing him like that was upsetting and you wanted to help him stop feeling like that. But there wasn’t a reason behind that either. 

Part 5

[glisten-inthedark]

season 2 Byler small scene rewatch anon here and…..I’d been wondering about that bear that El gets down from the closet at the end of season 3 ‘cause I’d seen that one recent Byler analysis post about how that scene represents Mike taking a step into the closet, and I kept thinking, “Is that El’s bear? Or is it Will’s? Because she’s holding it like it’s hers but she’s in Will’s room right now—it has that weird bump out in the corner and the wallpaper with the ships and trains on it.”

(This thought process was before I found out that in Lucas’ novella, we find out that the Byers and El were taken straight from Hawkins out of state by Owens after Starcourt, and that the end of season 3 is them returning after 3 months—I’m positive most of the GA also doesn’t know this, and likely assumed like me that El had been staying at the Byers home, which is why I thought that teddy might be hers)

Guess where we see that exact same teddy bear in season 2?

The iconic “Mike putting his hand atop of Will’s to comfort him” scene. It’s beneath the lamp, under one of the windows. Exact same bear.

Which means that the teddy bear that El is hugging and holding between herself and Mike is Will’s. Without a doubt.

Something something, closet symbolism, something something, Mike Wheeler taking a step into the closet for El and finding something of Will’s there, something we see in one of his best and most emotionally intimate scenes with Will, I’m too tired to break this down fully but.

I finally found that dang teddy bear lol

Yes! Yes that teddy bear was definitely Will's! I never talked about it here (I don't think) but is so funny that a) El's and Mike's kiss happens in Will's room (it had tk be Will's room because why would his teddy bear be in Jonathan's room ans actually I'm pretty sure Jonathan and Nancy were still in his room so yeah), in front of Will's closet with Will's teddy bear right between them.

Is like they are saying that Will is starting to overpower every thought of Mike, and that a moment that was supposed to be just about Mike and Eleven still had Will's presence like a ghost.

El holding Will's bear right between them as if it'll the thing standing between them. And also sorry if you covered this on your following ask, I haven't read yet so lmao 🤣

[madlittlecriminal]

Saw that you were taking requests for Jonathan crane!! Could you do Jonathan crane x reader but specifically him as the judge in dark knight rises. It’s my fave crane cameo cause he’s just a sassy lil boy! So maybe the reader is the only one who can control him (she’s a villain as well but not as unhinged) so she’s like “honey don’t be cruel.” And like babying him. He’s just her sweet little unhinged baby boy!

Your Choice ↦ Jonathan Crane × Villain!Female!Reader

lol it reminds me of my fic "Judge" that i wrote when i was starting to write for him & i agree! that cameo was just *chef kiss* like it literally lives in my head rent free.

Warnings: mentions of death and exile

There was no secret that your boyfriend was a ruthless judge. If anything, you've heard one of the others mumble something about being so "unhinged" that it was scary. Did you care? No. You didn't fear him, and he was a complete softie when it came to you anyway. However, he was at his limit when one of his new victims were being smart with him.

The cop rolled his eyes at Jonathan. "Listen Crane, you could try to scare us all you want, but I promise you're not getting anywhere!" Jonathan glared at the cop. "You're bolder than the Commissioner." The cop shrugged. "I try to be." Jonathan gripped the gavel as he continued to glare at the man. "Now, this is simply a hearing, so what will it be? Death or exile?" The cop shrugged. "I'll take my chances on the ice!" Jonathan nodded. "So, death!" The cop's eyes went wide. "What? No! Exile!"

The goons around them Boo'd as they wanted death. Jonathan smirked and shrugged. "Gotta give the people what they want, right?" Suddenly the room went quiet when Bane cleared his throat. You appeared behind him and rested your hands on your hips as you looked at Jonathan. You made your way towards him and sighed. When you finally got neck to him, you rested your hands on his shoulders. "Honey, don't be cruel. They don't know any better, okay?" Jonathan immediately softens and rested his free hand on top of yours.

"What should I do then, darling? Exile or death?" You planted a kiss on his hair. "Just give him exile." He nodded. "Exile!" He hit the gavel against the desk, and you giggled. "There you go, your honor." He felt his cheeks grow warm at your words. "You always know how to keep me on my toes, darling." You grinned and he dismissed the court for a 15-minute recess. When they left, you brought him in a hug and ran your fingers through his hair. He smiled softly, practically melting under your touch. He looks up at you and you couldn't help but squeeze his cheeks together before planting a kiss on his lips.

"I love you baby boy." He smiles, his eyes filled with love. "I love you too, darling."

[rougepancake]

Spill the Wine

Dio Brando x F!Reader

Yes, the title is a song reference, but the song has nothing to do with the plot LOL- Also not proofread because we die like real men here.

Warnings: Drunk sex, degradation, Dio being mean, semi public sex (you’re in the library and there are people over), face fucking, oral (m!receiving), slight fingering, Dio has a god complex (shocker), You actually get caught by Jonathan but not like caught caught. Mdni. I will block you.

Summary: You’re a good friend of Joseph and Erina, having known both of them since you were children. However, you’re adults now, and Joseph and his adopted brother just graduated college. Celebration is in order!

“Erina I’m serious!” You scoff and sit beside her on the picnic blanket, taking her hands into your own and looking her in the eyes seriously. “Joseph misses you very much! You can’t let that fool Dio stand in your way!”

“Well… I miss JoJo too… but I’m still afraid…” Erina trails off, frowning slightly. “What if Dio tries to do something again?”

“Oh please, he won’t do it again. It’s been years since then!” You roll your eyes and place a comforting hand on her cheek. “As a fellow woman, I won’t allow him to hurt you again. And as your friend, if he does such a thing he’ll be condemned to death by my shoes!” You laugh and lift up one of your legs, your dress riding up your calf as you wave your foot in the air.

“So.” You put your leg down and look her in the eyes. “Are you going to that party that JoJo is hosting at his estate, or are you not brave enough?”

Erina frowns and breaks eye contact with you.

“Y/n… you know I can’t…”

“But he still loves you, Erina! It’s been years and he still loves you!” You raise your voice slightly and pout. “Oh whatever, I’ll be going now, thank you for your time Erina.” You hop up off the ground and wave at her.

“Y/n please don’t-“

“It’s okay, I understand. But I’m going regardless. He is my friend and that stupid Dio is an acquaintance of mine, so I’m going. It’s a huge milestone in their lives and I’m going to celebrate with them.” You spun around and began to walk away, your dress swishing behind you. “Good day.”

“Y-Y/n!”

You sat on your bed, staring at the ceiling aimlessly as you waited for eight pm to roll around. You knew there were going to be a good number of people there, so you figured you’d socialize for a bit and then disappear to the library.

But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it?

Around seven, you began to get ready, putting on some decent earrings and bright red lipstick before hopping in the carriage your father had prepared for you.

Once you arrived, Jonathan greeted you with a smile, pulling you in for a warm hug. His father did the same, saying something along the lines of how you were like a daughter to him.

All things considered, the party was quite tame. There were people everywhere, surrounding Jonathan and Dio as they congratulated the boys on their successes. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and head towards the library. If they wanted to talk to you, they would.

It was always like this.

Ever since you had known Jonathan, you had seemed to shy away from people. He attracted attention, and attention you avoided like the plague. He understood, however, and was willing to comfort you in your anxiety when necessary.

But he didn’t find you in your drunken and anxious state. He wasn’t the one that came into the library and talked you out of it, helping you sober up enough to face the crowd so you could go home. He wasn’t the one that walked through the doors of the library and called your name lazily, looking for you.

It was Dio that found you curled up in a ball towards the back of the library. And it was Dio who took care of you.

“My my, you look like a mess.” He walked over to you and sat down beside you, eyeing the bottle of wine that was resting at your side.

“Shut up…” You took a deep breath and held it. Not even the alcohol was able to calm you down. “The… people…”

“Ah yes, there are a lot of people here tonight, no?” Dio leaned over and grabbed the bottle of wine, hiding it from you with a chuckle.

You and Dio weren’t friends by any means, because you had heard about all of the terrible things he did to Jonathan. However, as time went on and as Jonathan forgave him, you did too. You grew to be acquainted with him, but you didn’t talk all that much unless he happened to catch you when you were alone.

Just like now.

“I hate people…” With a drunken sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, your lips forming in a pout as you reached for the bottle of wine. Dio pulled it away and raised an eyebrow at you, a smirk forming on his lips.

“Me too.” He placed a gentle hand on your head and ran his fingers through your hair. You were drunk. And when you were drunk you were much more sensitive than usual. It was taking all he had to not tease you about your anxiety, and what little self control he had was being tested in this very moment.

“Why are you in here?” Your voice was soft, almost shy, which caught him off guard some. It was much different from the harsh, indifferent side of you he had grown to hate.

“Because I got bored.” He sighs and rests his head on the bookshelf behind him. “And JoJo told me to make sure you were still alive.” He looked down at your body, taking in the sight of you curled up next to him. “I guess I’ll just have to tell him that you died of alcohol poisoning in the library.”

“Please do.” You grumbled, letting out a long and over exaggerated sigh. “He’d be embarrassed to see me like this.” A soft hiccup escaped you as you frowned, pouting at the thought of Jonathan finding you in this state.

“He sees you like this all the time. What’s the harm now?” Dio scoffed and looked down at you, smirking ever so slightly.

“It’s his party… and I got drunk because I can’t handle people…” You sounded disappointed in yourself, as if you’re upset that you let it get this bad.

“Well… I have a way to sober you up, but I can’t guarantee it’s quickness.” Dio’s smirk grew and you can practically feel it as he stared down at you. He grabbed the bottle of wine and put it to his lips, chugging it like he needed it to survive. “But first…” he hiccuped. “I need to be drunker than you are.”

“H-Huh..?” You stared at him, eyes wide as he downed what was left of the wine. He popped his lips off of the bottle with an audible gasp, fighting for air as he turned to face you.

Without hesitation, he smashed his lips onto yours, forcing you to taste the wine he just downed. His tongue forced itself past your lips, pushing past your own and hungrily exploring every corner of your mouth.

It was almost like he had been waiting for this moment to come.

“My my y/n, you taste like a drunkard.” Dio chuckled as he pulled away from you, his left hand sliding underneath your dress while his right held you pressed against him. His hand was cold against your thighs, his fingers nearing your aching heat. However, he stopped moving and pushed you to the floor of the library, driving a knee between your legs and grinding it whilst you squirmed.

“D-Dio I-“ You but the inside of your cheek nervously, your legs shaking as you closed your eyes in anticipation.

Sure he wasn’t the first guy you’ve been intimate with, but he didn’t need to know that. No one needed to know it, actually. It was frowned upon to have sexual relations with someone you weren’t betrothed to. But you didn’t care.

You were young, so why not be reckless?

“No no no my dear.” He chided, and he leg stopped moving. You whined, longing for some form of friction, for some form of release. “You’re going to be nice and quiet for me.” He undid his belt and pulled down his pants, allowing his cock to spring free from its confines.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you off of the floor, a grunt passing through his lips as he leaned back, giving you a nice view of his twitching cock. “D’ you like what you see, m’lady?” His words slurred together, but you didn’t care. He got his point through and that’s all that really mattered.

You crawled forward slowly, but too slowly according to Dio, seeing as he grabbed your arms and pulled you close, shoving your face down by his dick. He let out a pleased hum as he watched you lean forward and lick up his length, his eyes fluttering shut briefly before he pushed your head down onto his cock.

You gagged, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as Dio helped you bob your head up and down. Sighs escaped him here and there, turning into whines as he thrust his hips against your face.

He sure was desperate for someone who seemingly didn’t like you.

Maybe it was just the wine.

“There you go, you filthy little wench.” He panted, his grip on your hair tighter as his thrusts became sloppier. Dio forced you off of his cock, chuckling softly at the audible ‘pop’ that echoed in the peaceful silence of the library. “Say ‘ah’.” He grinned as he stroked himself, his tip pointed at your tongue.

With a shameful groan, he came all over your face, treating you like a blank canvas that had yet to be painted.

He let out a breathy chuckle and pulled you into his lap, pushing up your dress and pushing aside your panties. Without warning, he inserted two fingers into your soaking cunt, thrusting at an insane pace.

“D-Dio-“

“Master Dio.” He corrected as you whined softly into his shoulder. “Lord Dio, even.” His fingers slowed inside you, and you shivered at the sudden lack of movement.

“L-Lord Dio…” You whispered, closing your eyes as you began to grind onto his fingers. His hand came up to your hip and held you in place harshly, his eyes seemingly glowing in the candle-lit room. He pulled his fingers out of your cunt slowly, hushing you when you whimpered drunkenly.

“Don’t be too loud now, or JoJo will hear us.” He leaned down to whisper into your ear, teasingly biting the shell of it as he pressed his tip against your lips. “I’m sure you wouldn’t want him to see you in such a…” He smirked and pushed himself in, cutting himself off with an unexpected moan. “O-Oh…” He trailed off and lost himself in you as he bottomed out.

He sat there for a couple of seconds, secretly relishing in the feeling of your tight pussy around him. It was wonderful, and it was everything he had hoped it would be.

You brought your hand to your face when he started thrusting, biting down harshly on it to prevent you from being too loud. However, Dio wasn’t making it easy in the slightest.

His pace was harsh, each thrust hitting deeper than the last and forcing you to see stars. Low grunts and whiny moans escaped him, and before you knew it, you were moving your hips in sync with him, both of you desperate for your release.

“Y/n? Are you in here?”

It was Jonathan.

Dio didn’t slow down and instead glared at you, silently threatening you into making the right decision. He waited for you to answer Jonathan, but you looked totally fucked out, unable to think of anything but the man who was rearranging your guts right now.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll be out in a few-!” You slurred slightly, slumping into Dio’s arms with a whiny sigh. The blonde chuckled and slowed his pace some, nearing his second release. His hand came down and found your clit, thumbing away at it until you felt your high getting nearer.

“In a few, you say?” He smirked. “You’re not going anywhere.”

[issuesdolly]

First date with Jonathan Davis

This story is part 1 of a fantasy where a young lady from a bad home meets Jonathan in high school (both of you are high school aged) and fall in love/lust. Part 1 is about escaping home and going on your first date with him

Side note, I have a TikTok where I make a lot of Jonathan Davis thirst traps/sexy edits/comedy edits if y'all are interested. Here's a link to one example lol:

& a link to the TikTok in general. Apologies if that's not allowed I'll remove the links, I'm new to Tumblr.

The day of the date, she woke up excited. She had a cute outfit picked out, but saw that it was pouring rain and quite cold out. Relunctantly, she got dressed in jeans and a hoodie and prepared to meet him. Time couldn't pass more slowly. As she got her stuff ready, her dad pulled her aside and demanded she stay home and help clean the garage.

She told him she had to head to the library and study. Although he wasn't going to fight her on that, he demanded she stay behind for awhile and at least begin helping him sort. She couldn't let on where she was really going, so instead she kept arguing she really had to get going.

That only made her father more mad until it escalated to a full blown fight.When he told her if she'd gotten up early she'd have time to help him and get her studying done, she lost it and yelled "it's the weekend can't I catch even a little break? Her dad didn't like it. Stood up and got in her face."Don't you ever raise your voice like that to me. Get the hell out of here before I really lose it. But when you're done studying you're going to finish all this sorting by yourself!" the dad bellowed.

Fighting back tears she took off. She went out into the rain, her cheek still stinging. She looked at her watch. She was already 45 minutes late for the date. She raced over to the pizza place, fulling expecting Jonathan will have given up by now.However, when she got to pizza place, she saw Jonathan was sat outside on at a bistro under the awning, looking around kind of sad and aimlessly. The awning didn't provide a whole lot of protection from the rain and he had his arms folded trying to keep warm.

He definitely looked like he'd already accepted that he had been stood up, but for whatever reason was just hanging out. When he saw her come into view, he quickly brightened and stood up. He had his hands tucked in his sleeves for warmth but he gave her a big hug and wrapped his arms around when she approached. She was genuinely so happy to see him she hugged him back very enthusiastically. They went inside.

"I'm so sorry, my dad wouldn't let me leave," she mustered as she shook from the cold and the mix of adrenaline from the morning and excitement that he was still there. She tried to smile but clearly was still flustered and upset about what happened at home. "I'm sorry," Jonathan said softly, already picking up on the fact that something was wrong. "I'm glad you're here," he added.She sat across from him in the booth, catching her breath.

She couldn't stop shivering. "You look really cold," Jonathan said. "Are you ok?" "I'm... sure I will be," she said trying to act normal. They looked at each other in silence for a minute after they ordered. "Come on that doesn't look fun, come sit on this side of the booth," Jonathan said. She got up and made her way over to sit next to him. She was too shy to start holding him but he put his arm around her. She was rigid in his arms, having a difficult time relaxing.

She still was suppressing tears thinking about her morning at home and how relieved she was he waited for her.There was an awkward silence and he gave her a tender kiss on the cheek and rubbed her shoulder, trying to warm her up. "Did something happen at home?" Jonathan asked. "Yeah," she said holding back tears. "It was just a really bad morning. I'm glad you waited for me." "Of course I waited!" Jonathan said, surprised she would even think he would stand her up. "I didn't want you to think I don't care," she said, still shivering but feeling the warmth of his body. "If you didn't turn up, I wasn't gonna think that."

Jonathan said. "I wish I had somewhere else to go when my dad gets like that," she admitted. "Same," Jonathan said with a resigned tone. The pizza arrived. It was warm and steam came up from it and it smelled good."Are you hungry?" Jonathan asked, trying to lighten the mood. "Um.... not really," she admitted. "You sure? It looks pretty good.... maybe having some will help," Jonathan said. She didn't know what to say. She was just grateful for him. She was still overwhelmed but shivering less.

Jonathan kept rubbing her shoulder and she relaxed her face against his chest for a second. Eventually, she decided to eat. They got talking and laughing and enjoying themselves again, all the while she stayed on Jon's side of the booth and he kept an arm around her. "What next?" Jonathan said, when they were done eating. "I don't know," she admitted. "But I definitely want to keep hanging out," she added. "It's not really walking weather, is it?" Jonathan said. "Do you want to just drive around?" he asked. "Sure," she said, happy for any excuse to spend more time.

They went outside to his car and she got inside. It was still raining and windy when they went back outside. Being out in the cold after being so cozy in his arms and eating the hot food was unpleasant. Jonathan ran the heat and they both warmed their hands over the vents. She began shivering again. He put his hand on her shoulder saying "sorry, you're too far away to cuddle now haha."

They both giggled a little and then grew silent, clearly realizing that's both what they wanted to do more of. After the car warmed up a little, Jonathan began driving. They made it up to the parking lot for the local park. There were not any cars nearby on such a lousy day. He parked but kept the car running with the heat going and the radio playing. He offered her his hand to at least warm up hers.

She wanted to scoot over next to him but the center divider was a major mojo block. It was clear he wasn't going to try to make a move, he was happy just being with her. She asked if they could sit in the back together instead. Jonathan said "sure, if you want to," making sure she didn't think it was something she had to do. They hopped out and got back in the back of the car and got under a spare jacket together. She was happy to be back in his arms and cuddling him again. She nervously returned the cuddle by putting her arm around his waist.

Jonathan paused and gave her a kiss on the cheek again. She turned her head to give him a kiss on the mouth in return. At first it was a quick kiss. But she withdrew from the kiss and looked at his eyes. They looked a mix of vulnerable, vibrant, and nervous. Searching kind of glance. She went for another kiss and they embraced while kissing longer this time.His grip tightened on her with need as he returned her kiss. He had one arm around the small of her back and the other moving up towards her face to stroke her hair and hold her face.

She couldn't believe her day had started so awful and now this was happening. She wished she could stay like this with him forever, but she knew she'd have to get back before dark. But, at the same time, she was getting quite lost in the makeout session.Her hands moved up to his hair and she gently stoked his long hair, surprised how soft it was. She shifted closer until she was practically sat on his lap. The closer she got to his lap, and the deeper they kissed, the more Jonathan started moaning softly. It was clear he was getting really into it.

He started shaking, but not from the cold this time. He was definitely getting really nervous and turned on by how aggressive their session was getting. She could feel his warm lap and his erection pressing hard between her trembling thighs . It turned her on knowing fabric was all that separated him from being so easily inside her and her clit throbbed nShe didn't want to, but in the back of her mind, she knew she should stop. This was a bit much for a first date, but she couldn't resist him.

She nuzzled his face for a minute and tried to catch her breath. His hands stayed wrapped around her while they shook a bit."I..... I have to get back.... I'm sorry," she said. "Don't be," Jonathan said, trying to catch his breath also. They looked at each other, catching his breath. His hair looked adorable all messed up. She patted his hair back into place and they giggled for a bit. She could feel how wet she was and was trying hard to play off how turned on she was as well. As they reluctantly scooted away from each other and prepared to hop back in the front seats, she stole a glimpse and his pants and could see he was very hard for her.

When they got back to the front seats, they decided to sit and "chill" while listening to the radio for awhile. Both of them could not wipe the smiles off their faces. They both felt that mix of silliness, romance, arousal and disbelief that they had found someone equally into them. Jonathan eventually got it together to start the car. They had a bit of an awkward ride back and he dropped her off a block from her dad's house, as per her request. Before hopping out, she couldn't resist giving him another kiss.

His lips tasted so good and his face was very soft. "Hang in there," Jonathan said honestly. "And call me if it gets bad ok?" "Yes, I promise... You too, ok? Call me" she replied. Jonathan was happy she was willing to keep him company in whatever way she could. He felt like they were both prisoners who escaped for the afternoon. He didn't want to leave her side. But they both knew they had to get home. "Okay, talk to you soon," Jonathan said softly, before leaning in for one last kiss. They kissed slowly and tenderly and made it last. She made her up the street slowly, staggering a little from still being turned on. Jonathan drove off and turned left, with his right blinker on. She giggled a little before going inside and returning to reality.

[nkotbblockparty]

I don't post my own photo on here often, but this is one of those times I can make an exception.

August 16th, 2024, was the day I FINALLY realized a lifelong dream --- I FINALLY met New Kids On The Block. Where do I even find the words? I never thought I'd be face-to-face with them, much less hug and talk to each guy. I guess I can start by going through the meet and greet, step by step….

Danny: He greeted me and asked how I was doing, and I think I said I was fine lol. I gave him his "Block Party" bracelet (which 4/5 of the guys received, in their mic colors, and I have a multicolored matching bracelet. All five bracelets were made by my amazing niece). He said something along the lines of "Block Party!" and was happy about it lol. I told him it was my favorite song. (Is it any secret, considering I named my fan page after it AND had one a shirt & hat with "Block Party" on them).

Donnie: We greeted one another (hugs included, which goes without saying for all five guys), and I told him the bracelet was for him and the letter was for the group, and I wished him a happy early birthday, in which he thanked me. :)

Jordan: He said hi and hugged me, so I was relieved he broke the ice considering we're both shy and riddled with anxiety lol. I gave him his bracelet and he thanked me and put it on. :) We took the picture and I can't remember if anything else was said lol.

Joey: He greeted me, and then got distracted lol. But it's okay because he turned his attention back to me and I gave him his bracelet. He said "Aww for me!" D'awwww. :')

Jonathan: I didn't have a bracelet for Jon because he requested to not receive them, so I respected his wishes. I told him he was my Mom's favorite and she passed away in 2021, and he was so sweet about it and told me he was sorry. I wasn't sure what I was gonna say, but considering the three-year anniversary of her passing was the day before, and she was supposed to be the first one I talked to after meeting the guys (that was decided many years ago), I wanted to mention her; make her a part of this experience.

So, the interactions were kind of laid back, and with how nervous I was, I think that was for the best. :)

After meet and greet, I needed to kind of get myself together, so I went to get merchandise and food. Eventually, I found my seat and the show began. DJ Jazzy Jeff and Paula Abdul were so much fun. :)

When the lights went out for the boys, shy, nervous, anxious little me didn't exist for a little over two hours. I sang, danced, cheered, played in the confetti, captured memories, and waved to Donnie (and he waved back)…. I had the time of my life. I didn't care who saw me dancing like a dork or what anyone thought, I would do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'm planning to do it again next tour. There's something about their shows; my favorite Boston boys, my favorite songs, the confetti, the energy… you can just forget about everything for a few hours and dance the night away.

If there's anything I've learned in the last 11 years, it's that life is short and can change in the blink of an eye. Go to the concert. Sing your heart out. Dance like no one is watching (because I promise you, they're watching the guys anyway lol). If you cannot attend, blare that song in your room, grab a hairbrush, and have the time of your life. You only get one life, so live it, live it, live it up! ;)

Providing the boys continue touring for several more years, my long-term goal is Individual VIP for 2028. As for 2026, I'm hoping to get regular seats for my sisters and I, and just relax and enjoy the show! :D

Danny, Donnie, Joey, Jonathan, and Jordan, thank you for making my first meet and greet an easy one, and thank you for the AMAZING show you put on that night. You keep showing up, and I'll keep showing up. I love you guys to pieces. :)

[saelterlude]

lc musical clips pt.5!! can't believe this reaches 5 parts. to be fair, the more i watch the cooler the actors are and the more i love each of their quirks.

funfact before we start, if we exclude CMZ(bcs wtf. you are not 124 y/o CMZ), the average age of LG actors is 28 while the average age of CXS actors is 25 (I didn't take their birth month into account so give or take one)

The oldest being Du Guangyi at 34 y/o and the youngest being Jing Yangqiao at 20 (21 this April).

(pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4, pt.6, pt.7 here)

68. BONUS, the composer for the musical songs, metablue, posted a composing diary/vlog of her making 'forget about it' aka the encore sofa song. It's a really cool watch, and it's pretty short too.

69. 14/03/2024, Wang Minhui made Cai Qi laugh and break character so hard by sliding on the table that they skip rock paper scissors altogether. Thank youu shimmeringweeds for finding this clip, youre a life saver.

70. 15/03/2024, Zi Bowen is really fun/bratty during CX and his mom's song, he's also been really into that hat and his panicked face during 'Dive Back in Time' tutting is gold. Other than that, Ji Xiaokun and Guo Hongxu are fun as usual.

71. Zhang Jiahao short vid, I love how nonchalant he is. Who gives a damn abt rehearsals when you can play basketball. We got snippets of other songs. And where did he get the random card reader??

(ooh, i'm putting the side actor into focus for once. also, i just realized ZJH is the actor who started swinging when WMH mistook director Li Haolin's name lol i love him.)

72. 16/03/2024 day, blind dog Cai Qi is so funny plss and the way Wang Minhui just let him live with the consequences.

73. 17/03/2024 night, Du Guangyi focused but you can hear Teng Chunpeng cutely messed up 'Dive Back in Time' in the background.

74. 23/02/2024, I don't think I've shared this clip of Du Guangyi playing pattycake(?? IDK the english name. I call it mimimi) with Wu Hanglu.

75. 18/03/2024, Bai Zhuoming mic mishap here, aggressive feet flailing with Wang Minhui and Deng Xianling, and also extended rock paper scissors!

76. 17/03/2024 day, I'll be honest I miss Ding Xingchen. That said, him and Xian Dongyue are having the best sibling wrestle.

77. 17/03/2024 day, same performance as above, and there's Wu Yihan doing overhead RPS.

78. 16/03/2024 night, Guo Hongxu fumbles the sofa/leg choreo again (left leg first man!), Shu Rongbo blubbering bcs GHX twist his arm post-RPS, and Wu Hanglu being the teasing big sister ever.

79. 21/03/2024, he once did overhead, now Wu Yihan is doing hip-height RPS, and he cheated. Shu Rongbo being confused. And they once again give the cutest hug, even for a side hug.

(heh, funny how JXK likes to hogs/blocks the sofa to annoy LG meanwhile SRB is always clearing the sofa for LG.)

80. 23/03/2024 day, very fun performance with Wang Yifei, Zhu Hanbin, and Deng Xianling. I highly recommend watching this. It's so fun I wrote a whole post about it. Also, harmonizing.

81. 22/03/2024, very short but look!! A Jing Yanqiao clip!!! I'm happy, I recently brainrotted on him. I wish he could perform more since I really like his voice but unfortunately I'm pretty sure he's still in school and have a limited schedule. But I will make you all love him before his BDay!

Today's bonus clip is a voice reel of Du Guangyi as Enforcer from the game Arknights! It's very soothing, I can fall asleep to his voice. He's so cool, he's an actor in everything. Musical actor, stage-play actor, TV and films actor, voice actor, he was a child actor too.

But since that's not a musical and it's kinda cheating, here's an actual bonus clip of Zhu Hanbin in Dr. Bloodthirsty (? 嗜血博士) musical. A small 3 person play which is giving me Jekyll and Hyde vibes. He's playing Jonathan, a young psychologist called to examine patient 13. It's really cool, please check it out!

(if anyone ever have a request on who the next bonus clip should be (even the side actors) just say so and I'll do my best. i'm always up for exploring new things)

[emblazons]

—woke up from literal sleep to write down the thoughts that clicked for me after I made this post about the Mike/Hopper hug last night, so. Here's the expansion of all of that lmao.

people always talk about the way Mike looked conflicted when El kisses him in S3, on top of the way he seemed fine with them breaking up until she initiated the relationship again (because of the absence of Hopper). I think this is 100% true, and it’s also the start of Mike’s spiral about protecting her we see through S4.

Mike’s “care” in lieu of "love" for El (and lack of ability to tell her he loves he romantically) is directly correlated to Hopper telling him to BE CAREFUL re: El right before he died. Almost as though Mike didn’t even have space to think of El as a true romantic partner— he was too busy trying to hold up the end of her missing “dad," and why he didn't know what to do when she started talking about how she didn't belong (because he's fourteen and not capable of filling the shoes of her father lmao).

the reason why Mike said “I was worried too much about El” is because he was—he was worried in a way suited for a father, not a boyfriend (thank you @emily-tumbles-on for that tag lol).

It’s also why he was so willing to let El go back to Owens—it’s a trusted (-ish) adult figure who could help El in a way his 14 year old self could not. It’s also why he immediately seems okay with letting her go once she says she wants to + throwing away her letter, right up until he realizes where El went is dangerous again, which meant he has to restart the protector-in-Hop’s place worry (which he doesn’t want, but feels powerless to step away from in his paladin-oath-responsibility mind).

When Mike & Will get into it at Rink O Mania over Will not telling Mike what was going on, Will interprets it as romantic attachment when it’s really giving “worried parent” not boyfriend.

That entire “you should have told me” also DIRECTLY REFLECTS the way Mike sees Will as his actual partner and equal no matter the time or distance (like in S2)—and expects him to help shoulder leadership responsibilities the way romantic/life partners would by helping him look after his charge (El).

The whole painting is confusing af for Mike because he does not see El as his partner or lover, but his responsibility in Hop’s absence—and Will, in his projection, is conflating his romantic love for Mike into the familial one between Mike & El. That's also why Mike feels so insecure about not being responsible enough (!!!) and why he looks dejected the way a parent would when you tell them you want do something they used to think was fun before having a kid when Will says “we could just play DnD and Nintendo for the rest of our lives.”

The van scene takes on a whole new meaning when you think about how the second Will made it about El, it forced Mike into a mental conundrum because he felt loved as himself at first…only to have it thrown back in with this wildly inappropriate parental responsibility he has for El because of Hop’s loss. (I watched the van scene again with this in mind and...lmao. Mike's expressions make absolute sense once you keep this conflation / confusion in mind)!

Yet another reason Mike and Jonathan need to have another conversation is because both of them have been suffering from a severe parentification—Jonathan for Will, and Mike for Eleven.

Hopper returning leaves space for both of them to move back into age-appropriate selfishness/relationships (aka think about their own wants and needs with Nancy and Will for a change) because Joyce doesn’t need Jonathan to fill the “man of the house” space, Will is going to “come of age” and have Mike, and El is gonna have her dad.

....all that to say these (and probably a million more things) become WAY clearer when you realize Mike is carrying the burden of Hopper's absence not as a boyfriend, but as 14 year old boy filling a parent space...which makes me really glad Hop didn't really die in S3 all of a sudden lmao. And also...Duffers. FREE MIKE WHEELER 2025

[hildred-rex]

LXGF Reread 2023-11-20

To make an analysis post I am currently rereading what is shaping up to be the entirety of LXGF.

This has gotten incredibly long, so I'm burying it under a readmore.

I love the bit of dramatic irony here. I think it's technically spoilers which bit is the dramatic irony, but just trust me, it's great.

The wham shot of Mina's teeth is so good. And coupled with "We have some experience with such matters."...

From this page: The supportive hand on Irene's shoulder. The supportive hand on Irene's shoulder. And Irene really looks haunted in the "An explanation would be welcome" panel. Everything from the angle she's looking to the shadows under her eyes to her interlaced hands. I just want to give her a hug.

Bam. The king. (Isn't looking quite himself, is he?) I remember I shuddered when I first read this page and came to this panel.

The king continues to look very bad on the last panel of this page. (TW scopophobia and disturbing imagery.) And the color. It's so subtle you almost don't notice it the first time, just that something about the page seems slightly off. It's very effective, even at that level. And then when you do notice it... Nothing in this comic is in color. Everything is sepia-toned. That's the way things should be. But the dead King Wilhelm von Ormstein has yellow eyes.

VAN HELSING! And it nails how he talks in the book! (Having tried to write him, it's harder than it looks.) Not to mention the joy in my heart upon continuing my left-to-right scan of the panel and seeing QUINCEY MORRIS!

I've skipped a bunch here because I'm supposed to be focusing on Griffin and haven't even gotten to him yet but Art—

JONNO EYES (not sepia. I repeat: not sepia.)

I forgot how much I loved our introduction to Dorian.

And then we actually meet him (and see Paul Lessingham, the Politician, the Statesman—thank you, alt text!). He's angelic when you focus only on him, but when you look at him in context (in the panel with Basil) he's... less so. Very well done!

Foreshadowing. (When something becomes not technically probably spoilers I have a very laudatory post about all this.) Also floppy Dorian lol

I love this page. Not only do we see Dorian purposely provoke Art (and then see Art react, showing off both of their characterss) we see—and I missed this the first time—some of the dynamic between Dorian and Basil. He jumps in to distract Art, despite being scared himself (and Dorian having earned it).

Awwh Basil looks so excited that someone's treating him kindly...

Dorian's stories from this page are all allusions to other things which have gone onto the "read soon" list.

The last panel of this page is so effective. (Its image description too!)

"boring filler headline" lol (and I enjoy the tags)

DETERMINED MINA PANEL 2! BLUSHING MINA PANEL 6! Also just Mina's outfit in general. (Also just the LXGF outfits in general. I love the little garlic flowers.)

Paranoid Kemp is done so well.

LXGF is very good at having very effective final panels. This one with the glass... It's very well composed (I think that's the word) and does a good job of displaying Irene's discomfort with the glass. (Here.)

It was introduced on the previous page, but here's the first time we get a good look at Jonnovision. My favorite cryptid solicitor.

On the next page there's more cryptidness (the speed), which I didn't notice my first time through. And his eyes are glowing in the first panel... And then the first expletive of the comic! Such a great way to properly introduce Griffin!

I love (in a sad way) how Griffin just caves in when he thinks about the murder. (Here.)

Griffin's whole first scene is incredible. I can't comment on all of it or this post would be several more miles long. Just go read it and imagine me vibrating with excitement and pointing at random bits and screaming.

Character growth for Jack! ...I'm now very sad.

The panel with Jonathan and the angelic smile and the giant knife is great.

I've been annotating over here less because we've gotten to the bit that I'm talking about in my actual post, but rest assured that I love it. Also, the yellow is brighter here. And the eye... I'll count myself lucky if that thing doesn't show up in my dreams tonight.

And the shot of the photo at the end here! The corruption happening to the king slowly coming to affect depictions of him... I love this for spoiler-related reasons.

Griffin's realization is both very well done and unaccountably hilarious to me.

Hel-lo Mr. Holmes!

He respects her change of surname! Better than a lot of adaptations... and the table lmao

He. He what. Also floomp.

Holmes's immediate concern for Mrs. Hudson warms my heart.

HOLMES AROACE COMING OUT SCENE!

Accurate VH voice is back—what the deuce are you two talking about?

his blood is yellow his blood is yellow (well really more like golden)

Also Jack looking panicked in the second panel is so well done.

Almost namedrop! And Griffin being a delight as always.

Hello Jekyll! Great to see you! I enjoy your almost alchemical-looking setup there.

The king is progressing...

Same page; I enjoy Jekyll and Hyde's designs. They have the same hairstyle, very similar noses, and the same style of eye; but they still look different enough that you probably wouldn't believe them if they said they were cousins.

"He is a horror of the un-dead." Line of dialogue, presented without comment.

The drawingsss...

The first panel of this page is absolutely stunning. So is everything else. So much that I wrote an analysis rant of it.

[mrhowells]

Smallville 4x16

*this episode put me through it, also the character building for Lois is perfection (also, if you see any typos just close your eyes, it was late and I was emotional)*

Clark looks so suspicious😭😭 Jonathan too, the way he's eyeing that food lmaooooo

Please😭

"I'm willing to sleep in the barn." "No that's okay, Lois can sleep in the barn." LOL Clark

sass levels through the roof today for him

Look at how proud Lois is listing all of Lucy's achievements😭 She's the best wtf I love her

"Wow, that's impressive. What happened to Lois?"

He has the time of his life dragging her PLS

"You're gonna find that Clark's charm is an acquired taste, much like his sense of fashion." he had that coming

Lois said TRY ME BISH

pls even Lucy is noticing the tension😭

she wasn't playing with that shoulder punch💀

Yeah, Jason is not letting those stones go💀

I really feel for Lana, I feel like she just lives in constant fear bc there's always some weird shit happening around her

Lucy flirting with Clark, just pls no💀

"Lois I don't want you to get the wrong idea, but ever since Lucy came to town you've been grumpier than normal."

I love this whole conversation between them🥹

Also Clark making it so obvious he's an only child from a loving family, bless him

"You might be a little rough around the edges but as far as sisters go, Lucy could do a lot worse." EXACTLY

anyone who has Lois in their life won the lottery, not even an exaggeration she's the absolute best🤷🏻‍♀️

"I guess there was just a part of me that was always jealous she got out and I didn't."

LOIS BBY LET ME HUG YOU LET ME LOVE YOU

the way she's like 'oh fuck I was vulnerable, gotta blast🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️', same Lois, same

Clark looks so worried too😭

this is so wholesome🥹

I think those electric shocks left him with some permanent damage because Jason seems obsessed now👀

Okay let me rephrase, he doesn't just seem obsessed, he's completely unhinged. They fried his brain🤡

Clark is in disappointed dad mode again, he's so natural at it too😭

"You're not mom alright, so stop trying to be." That hurt me personally, goddamn

LMAOOOOO

also, is this the first episode where we see Lex and Lois in the same frame?👀

Lucy you snake

LOIS DON'T YOU EVER SAY OR THINK THAT

To everyone who contributed to her feeling this way, I just want to have a talk

This is breaking my heart, the world doesn't deserve her😭😭

Their dad really failed at parenting HARD

no because this hurts fr, I want to hug her so bad

she deserves to know that she's wanted and loved, SOMEBODY TELL HER

I can't get over the fact that she thinks that her life is less important than that of her sister

Clark defending Lois is something that can be so personal😭 (She deserves a good support system and friends who have her back idc)

I'm getting very emotional about this excuse me

You know I love a character when I need everyone else to love them too. Like I need every other character on this show to appreciate how amazing Lois is.

"I'm a product of my father's breeding. He needed an heir. But your parents chose you out of love."

No because that's so important and I think it explains why both Lex and Lois are so (for the lack of a better word) fascinated with the Kents.

(ok I paused the episode and wrote like 4 paragraphs of character analysis prompted by that quote but idk what to do with them and if they make any sense, maybe I'll make a separate post🤡)

I need you guys to understand how much it means to me that he really cares about Lois😭

Not even in any sort of romantic context, just that someone genuinely cares if she's okay or not because she's obviously never really had someone take care of her😭😭😭

I mean listen, good for Lionel that he's not an absolute monster anymore but he really needs to stay out of Lex's business💀💀

WAIT A MINUTE HOLD ON.

HOLD ONNNNNN

Did Lana vandalize her own apartment? Or did she just hide the stone and whoever searched for it didn't find it? In any case she's learning how to play the game, good for her😌😌

Okay, first of all: More reasons to love Lois, she's self-aware and she can admit when she's wrong about something. Seriously I love her.

Second: Again, they way she's ready to be kicked out of the farm for something that wasn't even her fault??? MR. SAM LANE, SAMMY, GENERAL LANE, I'D LIKE TO HAVE SOME WORDS WITH YOU. Seriously though, this speaks volumes about how she grew up and it breaks my heart.

Third: The way she tries to be so casual and 'Lois' when she says it, I have very similar defense mechanisms and again, it hurts my heart.

"Yeah... actually I came here to tell you we have food in the oven if you're hungry."

Lois learning what unconditional love looks like through the Kent family is the only thing that matters to me, actually

"You know, all these years I thought I had my sister pegged but... in reality? She's a complete stranger to me." "Even if that were true, I think that if she called you tomorrow you'd be there in a second to help her."

I CAN'T DO THIS RIGHT NOW, HE DOES KNOW HER😭

SHE KNOWS HIM TOO😭😭

"I guess that explains why we're friends." "Oh, we're friends now?" "Well, I mean, I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Yes you are and I'm so glad bc you're the most amazing people to ever exist😭

Clark deserves someone like Lois in his life and Lois deserves someone like Clark in her life, yes I'm on the verge of tears AND WHAT ABOUT IT

CHEMISTRYYYYY

shoulder punch my beloved🥹

CHEMISTRYYYYYY

do you think these people knew they just created perfection?😭

🎶now it all begins🎶

written in the stars and all that, I love my OTP

More importantly though, I love Lois Lane she's everything and she deserves all the love in the world.

[oldsoul007]

season 002

sorry if there’s any mistakes

I was waiting for my egos to be done so I could hurry to school when I remember about my paper that’s due on my room. I turn around and see eleven with a sheet over her head. “Oh my god! El you scared the shit out of me” I heard my dad chuckle poring his coffee. “Boo” “yeah very funny.” I say walking out the door.

I got out of my car and started walking up to school. I walked past Steve's car and saw him kissing Nancy I continued walking rolling my eyes. Then I heard a loud cars engine roll into the schools parking lot. I turned my head and saw a little red head girl get out of the car and ride away on her skateboard. Then I saw what I'm guessing is her brother wearing basically all denim with a perm/mullet. "Would you check out that ass though look at it go." I heard a girl say leaning on a car. I recognized him but decided to ignore it and go to first period.

Nancy, Jonathan, and I were walking out of second period. Tina handed me and Nancy a flyer saying.

TINA'S HALLOWEEN

BASH

Come

and get

sheet faced

Nancy grabbed two and handed one to Jonathan. "You're coming to this." She told him. ""Come and get sheet faced." No I'm not" he laughs. "We can't let you sit alone Halloween. It's just not acceptable." I say. "We'll you can relax I'm not going to be alone I'm going trick or treating with will." He tells us. "All night? No no way you're gonna be home by 8:00, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut or something." Nancy said stopping at her locker. "Sounds like a nice night." He smiles. Before she could say anything Steve comes up behind her spinning her around with his stupid sun glasses on. Me and Jonathan continued walking not wanting to see them suck each other’s faces.

I was grabbing books out of my locker for my last period of the day when I felt someone wrap their arm around me. "Steve" I said thinking it was him. I turned my head to see the new kid. He smiles and leans against the locker next to me. I just looked at him confused. "Y/n, what don’t remember me?." He chuckles. Then it hit me. It was billy. (Ok y'all so you know that billy grew up in California so you live with hopper your dad obvi but when you were younger during the summer you would visit you mother in California where she lives so you made friends with billy so yeah just so yk their backstory so yk they're close) "Wait Billy?" I asked. He nodded smiling and wrapped his arms around me hugging me. "I can't believe you're here" I laughed. "I haven't seen you in years you look great" he smirks. "Oh shut up." I say hitting his arm. The bell rings and I tell him I'll catch up with him later. "No no I'll walk you to class so are you going to that Tinka chicks party tomorrow night?" He asks me. "It's Tina and yeah I think I'll go what about you?" He nods. "Yeah you really think I'm going to miss out on a party, well great, see you later sweetheart." I could just feel the jealous girls giving me dirty looks. I came out of my room that morning to see eleven with a sheet over her head arguing with my dad about something. "Hey kid you want some breakfast?" He asked me. "Um I'm fine oh and I'm going to my friends party tonight it will be small laid back so I'll probably be out late so I'm thinking im going to sleep over at Nancy's if that's ok?" I asked. "Yeah that's fine just please..be safe, I know you’re not dumb." "Always" I tell him and drive to school.

Halloween's my favorite holiday so today it consisted of looking at the clock. I mean that usually everyday but especially today. Finally school got out and I drove to Nancy's house to hangout and get ready before Tinas party. We heard Steve honk and made our way to the party. (Be whatever you want for Halloween lol)

I was leaned against the fridge watching my friends take shots. "Come on y/n take one!" My friend yelled over the loud music. I shake my head. "No no I'm fine." "Oh come on be a normal teen for one night." I roll my eyes and give in. "Ok ok finee." I sigh and take a shot. They all shout. I was trying to find the bathroom when I run into something or someone. “Oh shit sorry” I say. “Wait y/n?” “Oh Eddie hey I haven’t talked to you in forever how are you?” We talk for a bit and then I finally go to the restroom. A while later I was dancing with one of my friends with a red solo cup in my hand a bit drunk when I heard someone say my name.

I turn around and see Billy with a leather jacket on, shirtless underneath. (I'm sorry you have to do this it's all for the story.) He motions his head to the right. I get the memo and we walk over by a closet I'm guessing. "So how are you feelin, havin fun?" I nodded drinking from my cup. "That's good." "So what did you need?" I yell slightly tripping over my own feet. "Wow wow." He said grabbing my shoulder to steadying me. "Jesus how much did you have to drink Hopper?" He laughed." "Pfft mmm I dont know like eleventeen." I felt myself lean into him and before I knew it I started kissing him. I felt him put his hands on the sides of my face. I pulled him closer by his collar on his jacket. Then I felt someone grab my arm dragging me away. I noticed it was Steve. "Jesus Steve let me go." He stops by the front door and looks at me. "What the hell are you thinking Billy really!" He yells at me. "Why are you yelling at me wait why do you even care!?" "Whatever you're way too drunk let go." "I don't wanna go I want to stay!" I yell. He grabs my red cup and tosses to the ground then throws me over his shoulder. "Heyy I was drinking that." He puts me in the car and starts driving away. "My car!" "We'll get it tomorrow just put on your seatbelt please."His voice cracking.

We make it to his house and he helps me inside. He sets me on the counter and goes to the fridge handing me a water. "Drink this please." I take a drink of my water and look at him. "You're really pretty." I say pulling one of his stray hairs. He laughs looking down. Then his face goes serious. "What we're you thinking in there y/n?!" I just looked at his confused. "Why the hell were you kissing Billy?!" He asked running a hand through his hair. "Why the hell do you care Steve I can kiss whoever I want I'm not dating anyone!" "I know I know but Billy really! you wouldn't do that you know what guys like him want!" "Soo? you used to hook up with girls all the time before Nancy! Speaking of her where the hell is she?!" I asked.

He sighs looking down. I could tell something was wrong. "Steve?" He walks over to the couch sitting down. "What happen. "She said it was all bullshit everything basically that she never loved me. So I'm pretty sure we broke up." He says holding back tears. "We'll she was just drunk I don't think she actually meant it." "No she uh she definitely meant it drunk word are sober thoughts." He sighs. "Oh Steve I'm so sorry." I say hugging him. I felt him cry into my neck.

The next day he took me school we decided to pick up the car after school. It was steve and Billy's PE period so I decided I needed to talk to Billy about last night so I waited for him. I took him to the side of the bleachers. "We need to talk about last night Billy I'm sorry I-" "what no don't be sorry it was great." He smiled. "Billy...um." "you didn't mean it" "im so sorry I was drunk I didn't know what I was doing I really like you Billy but right know it just it's not a good time for me." I sigh. "It's fine I um I get it. I'll see you later y/n." Then He walks away.

The next day steve was finally going to take me to pick up my car. But first of course we have to stop by the wheelers. "Steve maybe...Never mind." I told him. He steps out of the car with flowers for Nancy in his hand. Before I new it Dustin was getting in the backseat. "Dustin wha-" "oh hi y/n uh I’ll tell you and Steve about it on the way."

What. Apparently dustin found this lizard. "Wait how big?" I asked. "First it was like this now he's like this." He says motioning with his fingers." "I swear, man, it's just some little lizard, okay?" "It's not a lizard." "How do you know?" "How do I know it's not a lizard!" "Yeah how do you know!" "Because his face open up and he ate my cat!" Steve nodded. I widened my eyes. We make it to his house and Steve takes out his bat. Dustin leads us to his storm seller. "I don't hear shit" "he's in there" Steve's bangs his bat on the door. "alright listen kid I swear to god if this is some Halloween prank, you're dead" Steve says pointing his flash light in dustin's face. "It's not will you get that outta my face. "Well you gotta key for this thing." "He must be further down there, I'll stay up here just in case he tries to escape." Steve looks at Dustin and sighs. "I'll go down with you." "Uh no you're staying up hear with scaredy cat." He says pointing to Dustin. "No I wanna go down." He shakes his head. "Knowing you you'll probably get hurt so no." I roll my eyes. "I already fought a big one." I tell him. "Ooo mommy and daddy are fighting." We both look at him. "Shut up" we say at the same time. We start to walk down there carefully. “I don’t know what I should be looking for?” “Maybe all that hair spray finally got to your brain.” I smirk. “Real funny” As we get down there, Steve turns on the lights seeing the slimy skin. "Ew" I then spot a hole in the wall. "Steve" I hit him in the arm and point to it. We then call Dustin down to look at it.

I head home and find the house a mess. “What the hell? Hello?” Where the hell are they. I picked up the side table that fell in front of my door and pushed it to the side. At least my room isn’t a mess.

The next day we meet up again and we're walking on the train tracks to the old junk yard.

We were walking, throwing meat on the ground to lead dart to us. "Alright so let me get this straight you kept a something that you knew was probably dangerous in order to impress a who... girl you just met?" "All right, that's grossly oversimplifying things." "I mean why would a girl like some nasty slug anyway?" Steve asks him. "I mean it's pretty cool" I say. "I'll keep that in mind." "See y/n agrees, An inter-dimensional slug. Because it's awesome!" "Well even if she thought it was cool which she didn't I just... I don't know, I just feel like you're trying way to hard." Steve questions. "It's not about the hair, man. The key to girls is just... just acting like you don't care." I laugh. "Even if you do?" "Yeah exactly. It drives them nuts." "Oh come on." I but in. Steve looks at me. "Ok ok fine I'll let you have your little manly talk. Don't listen to him." I whisper the last part to Dustin walking ahead of them.

3rd person POV because y/n can't hear got some bad hearing jk jk

"Then what?" Dustin asks. "Until you feel it." "Feel what?" "It's like before it's gonna storm, you know. You can't see it but you can feel it, like this, uh... electricity, you know?" Steve say giving Dustin very sucky advice. "Oh, like in the electromagnetic field when the clouds in the atmosphere—" "No, no, no, no, no, like a...like a sexual electricity." Y/n hears this part and laughs. "You feel that and then you make your move." "So that's when you kiss her?" Dustin asks. "No, whoa. Slow down, Romeo." "Sorry" "sure, some girls yeah they want you to be aggressive, you know strong, hot and heavy, like a lion. But others, you gotta be slow, you gotta be stealthy, like a...ninja." "What type is y/n?" "She different. Y/n's different from the other girls I guess I don't know." "Yeah I guess she seems pretty special." "Yeah she is." "But this girls special, too, you know. It's just, like, something about her." "Whoa, whoa, hey, hey, hey." Steve stops him. "You're not falling in love with this girl are you?" "Uh,no. No." "Ok good, don't she's only gonna break you're heart and you're way to young for that shit."

Back to your POV

"Fabergé." "What?" "It's Fabergé Organics, use the shampoo and the conditioner, and when your hair's damp...it's not wet okay. When it's damp.. you do four puffs of the Farrah Fawcett spray." I laugh when he finish saying that. "Really?" "Farrah Fawcett spray?" Me and Dustin say making fun of him. "Yeah Farrah Fawcett. "You tell anyone I just told you that and your asses are grass. You're dead, understand." We nod.

We finally make it to the old junk yard. "Oh yeah this'll do." We all dumped are buckets of meat in the middle. "I said medium well!" We turn our heads and see Lucas and some red head chick. (Yk I'm also the red head chick 🧍‍♀️)

"Who's that" Steve asks. Dustin doesn't answer so I presume that's the girl. I hear Steve bang a chair agonist the car Dustin and Lucas were talking behind. "Hey! Dickheads! How come the only ones helping me is y/n and this random girl? We lose light in 40 minutes. Let's go. Let's go I said." "All right asshole!" "Okay stupid!"

We were waiting in the bus for something to happen. Steve was playing with his lighter, while I was playing with the pocket knife my dad gave me. "So you guys really fought one of these things before?" Max asks. We nod. "And you're, like, totally, 100% it wasn't a bear?" Before we could say anything Dustin said. "Shit. Don't be an idiot. Okay? It wasn't a bear. Why are you even here if you don't believe us? Just go home." "Geesh. Someone's cranky. Pass your bedtime?" She climbs up the later to Lucas. "Jesus Dustin don't be such an asshole" I tell him. "That's good. Just show her you don't care." Steve says. "I don't." Steve then winks. "Why are you winking Steve?" "Stop." I smack Steve in the arm. " What!?" "Don't encourage this Steve." We suddenly hear a distant growl and stand up to look if it's dart. "What going on!" I yell at Lucas. "Hold on. I've got eyes ten o'clock!" We spot him in the fog. "What's he doing?" "I don't know" "he's not taking the bait why is he not taking the bait?" I ask. "Maybe he's not hungry." Dustin shrugs. "Maybe he's sick of cow." Steve stands up and grabs his bat. "Steve what are you doing." "Steve?" He turns to us. "Just get ready." He says throwing the lighter to dustin. Then he slowly steps out of he bus.

He starts whistling. "Come on, buddy." Max comes down and asks what's he doing? "Expanding the menu." "He's insane." She says. "He's awesome." "He's hot." I say under my breath. The kids look at me with disgusted faces. I just shrug. "Steve watch out!" I hear Lucas yell from up-top. Confused I look around and see a lot more around him. "Shit I'm going out there." I tell them grabbing my axe. "A little busy here. I run up to him my back against his. "What are you doing out here." "What do you really think I'm going to let you die." "Guys abort abort!" We hear Dustin yell. "The dog lizards starts running at us. Steve hops over a car dodging the dog. I hit one with my axe and we start to run back to the bus. We jump in and I fall on top of him us face to face. "Sorry!" I twist around and we try to block the dogs from getting in here. One of them breaks through the door and I move out of the way so he can hit him with his bat. Everybody starts panicking. Max screams and Steve moves her out of the way. The lizarddog screams at him but then runs away. "Steve scared em away." "No no way they're going somewhere."

We were walking back to Steve's car. Lucas and Dustin started arguing about the lizard. When Steve walked toward the woods toward the creepy sounds. "Hey guys! Guys!" He yelled and started walking with them toward it. We walked the edge of a hill. "It's the lab..they were going back home." We all walk outta the woods by the lab seeing Jonathan and Nancy. "Steve, y/n?" They ask in unison. "Nancy?" "Jonathan?" "What are you guys doing here?" "What are you doing here?" "We're looking for Mike and will." "They're not in there are they?" "We're not sure...why?" Then we hear the monster start to screech. "Well that's not scary." I say. Jonathan tries to open the gate to the lab. "Let me try. Let my try JoNaThOn." Dustin complains. He keeps pushing the button until the gate actual opens. "Hey I got it" he laughs. Jonathan and Nancy go to check it out while we stay outside. Then my dads car stops right by us. "Let's go!" We all got in the car and made our way to Joyce's house.

Time skip

Steve and some of the kids wait inside till everybody is done talking to will. Will was apparently signaling us through morse code. "Ok I got it C!" They told me and I wrote it down. It spelled out CLOSE GATE. Then the phone starts to ring. Nancy gets up and threw the phone. "Do you think he heard that?" Max asked. "It's just a phone. It could be anywhere. Right?" Steve asks. Everybody runs back inside and saying the demo dogs were coming. I grabbed my axe and stood beside Steve. We heard some noises then one of the demo dogs got thrown in here and smacked against the wall. I checked if it was still alive. "It's dead." I said. We then turned our heads hearing the locks on the door unlocking.

Then the door was slammed open and el walked in. I sighed in relief. Mike walked up to her and hugged her. I walked up behind mike and he moved so El could hug me. I back up from her and see she has eyeliner on. "Nice eyeliner." I smile. She then goes up to Dustin and Lucas and hug them. I go back to Steve and he asks. "Who the hell is she?" "Oh you don't know she came from the lab she has powers so yeah oh and her names eleven but we call her El and she has been living with me and my dad for the past year." He just nodded seeming confused.

I was saying goodbye to my dad and El. "Be safe please." "Always" I tell him pulling out of the hug. I then walk up to El. "Don't hurt yourself okay and I love you." I tell her. "I love you too." I let her and mike talk so I walk back inside with the others.

Dustin made Steve stuff the dead demo dogs in the fridge. "Is this really necessary?" "Yes,it is, okay? This is a ground-breaking scientific discovery! We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog." "All right, all right. But you're explaining this to Mrs Byers." Then he tries to shove it in there.

We over hear mike talking about helping eleven with closing the gate. "Listen,dude, a coach calls a play in a game. Bottom line l, you execute it. All right?" Steve tells mike. "Ok first of all this isn't some stupid sports game. And second we're not even in the game. We're on the bench." "Right so my point is....right yeah we're on the bench, so uh, there's nothing we can do." "That's not entirely true." I tell him."I mean these Demo-dogs they have a hive mind when they ran away from the bus they were called away." "Why are on their side." Steve asks. "So if we get their attention..." "we can draw them from the lab" "clear a path to the gate." Mike finishes. "Yeah and then we all die!" Steve yells. "That's one point of view." "No that's not one point of view man, that's a fact." Mike was leading us around the map the will made in the Byers home. "Maybe we can set the hive on fire." "Yeah that's a no." Steve tells them. Steve was yelling at the kids saying no to this whole great idea. We hear a car engine outside and we go to the window to see who it is. "It's my brother, he can't know I'm

Here he'll kill me. He'll kill us." Max says.

Steve goes outside and waits for Billy to pull in. "Am I dreaming or is that you, Harrington?" "Yeah it's me. Don't cream your pants." "What are you doing here, amigo?" "I could ask you the same thing. Amigo" "looking for my stepsister. A little bird told me she was here." "Huh that's weird. I don't know her." "Small? Redhead? Bit of a bitch." "Doesn't ring a bell sorry buddy" "you know, I don't know, this whole situation Harrington I don't know, it's giving me the heebie-jeebies." "Yeah why's that" "my 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I find her with you in a strangers house. And you lie to me bout it." Steve laughs. "Were you dropped to much as a children or what. I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here." "Then who's that?" Steve turns his head to see the kids in the window. "Oh shit listen—"

I see Billy punch Steve to the ground. "I told you to plant your feet." He says and kicks Steve in the gut. "Shit guys get behind me." I tell them. Billy slams the door open and laughs when he sees me. "Y/n's here too, great to see you." "Billy just go home." "I came for my sister so please move out of the way." I step in-front of him and shake my head. "I really don't want to hurt you y/n." I didn't know what to do so I punched him in the face. "Go home." "Wow you gotta punch!" He laughs. "But don't ever do that again. He pushes me to the ground and grabs Lucas. Lucas kicks him in the nuts and Billy grunts. "You're so dead Sinclair! You are so dead!" He yells. "No you are!" And Steve throws a punch. Billy just laughs. "Looks like you got some fire in you after all huh?! I've been waiting to meet this king Steve. Everybody's been telling me so much about!" "Get out." Steve pushes his finger against Billy's chest. Billy trys to punch him but Steve dodges it. Then Billy smashed a plate Steve's head.

Billy keeps punching Steve. "Stop!" "Billy" "you're goin kill him." "Stopp!" Max then sticks a syringe in Billy's neck. "The hell is this?" He falls to the ground and max grabs Steve's bat.

"From here on out, you leave me and my friends alone. Do you understand?" "Screw you" she hits the bat right in between his legs. "I said do you understand! Say it! Say it!" "I understand." She grabs his keys from his pocket. "Let's get outta here." They help Steve up and start to leave. We started to drive to the hive. I was sitting in the back with Steve, mike, and Dustin. "I heard Steve mumble. "Y/n?" he was looking at Dustin. "Hey I'm right here." Then he noticed who was driving. "Oh my god!" "I told you he freak out!" "Stop the car!" "Everybody shut up! I'm trying to focus!" "Turn left!" She took a sharp turn and everybody screamed. We got there and geared up then hopping down the hive. "I'm pretty sure it's this way." Mike say looking at the map. "You're pretty sure. Or you're positive?" "I'm 100% sure just follow me and you'll know!" "Hey hey hey I dont think so I'm leading the way." Then we started walking to the center. We heard Dustin start to scream and we ran back to him. "It got in my mouth shittt!" He starting coughing. "I'm ok." "Very funny." We found the center and starting pouring the gasoline. We lite it and ran to the exit. "Helppp helppp!" We heard mike yell from behind. His leg was stuck to something. Steve hit it with his bat and it let mike go. "We gotta go!" I yell but then we hear a growl from behind us. "Dart." Dustin starting walking forward and we all yelled at him to stop. "It's finee!" He keeps talking to the thing and gives him nougat. It was distracted so we all walked around him. Me and Steve were pushing everybody up and just finished pushing dustin up.

We heard growls so we turned to see the shadows of those things running toward us. Steve held his bat up ready to hit them. "Guys come one!" The kids yelled. The demo dogs starting running at us but kept running around us. I was about to fall but Steve grabbed my waist holding me close to him.

Later that night we got Steves car and he drove me to his house. We got in and I told him to sit down so I could clean up his face better. I got a wet towel and some rubbing alcohol. Before I put the wash cloth on his face he took my hands. "What happen to your hands." "Oh I punched Billy there fine really i mean look at your face...sorry" he nods. "It might be easier if I just." I hopped on the counter and he put his hands on both sides off me. I cleaned off the dried blood with a wet wash cloth. I grabbed the rubbing alcohol to clean them. "This is going to hurt obviously so I'm sorry In advanced but it's so they won't get infected." "Okay" he sighs. I dabbed some on one of his face wounds and he winced clenches his teeth together. I dabbed another one that I could tell hurt so he grabbed my leg squeezing it. "Ok finish." "Oh that wasn't that bad." He said trying to play it off. I just laugh at him. I jump of the counter but he doesn't back up. He does that stupid look. "Stop" "what? "Wipe that stupid look of your face." I nudge him. His eyes look down at my lips. He leans in and slowly puts his lips on mine. He grabs my face pulling me into him. I put my hands around his neck playing with his hair. I pull away and ask. "Why now? I have one question why did you start ignoring me in high school" "Well y/n I don't know I guess I just realized I really liked you and I didn't want to up be with you and then something goes wrong and I get to never talk to you again." "Yeah but you didn't talk to me anyway." "True I just didn't want to hurt you and also I was just a douchebag you know...I guess when I started dating Nancy I was sort of scared because I knew I still had feeling for you and I didn't want you to get in the way of me and her. I'm sorry" I just nod my head.

Months later it was dustins snowball and me and Steve were taking him to it. "All right, buddy. Here we are. So remember once you get in there..." "pretend like you don't care." "You don't care" "I don't care" "there you go you're learning me friend." Dustin pulled down the mirror. "Hey come on you look great okay? You're goin go in there and look like a million bucks." "Like a lion." Then he purred? "Yeah don't do that" Dustin leaves the car so I climb in the front. "You know you can use the door it's easier." "Ehh I think my way is pretty efficient" he smiles shaking his head. He leans in and kisses me putting his hand on the side of my neck. (Cringe coming up) he pulls me closer deepening the kiss. "So this is the sexual electricity you were talking about." I feel him smile into the kiss. "Oh ew shut up" we hear a knock on the window and I see my dad with a flashlight. "Oh my god" I laugh putting my hands over my face. Steve rolls down the window and smiles. "Hi hopper." "Hey Steve you're blocking the entrance." "Oh I'm sorry we'll move." "Okay...oh and uh Steve." "Mhm" "nice lipstick." My dad chuckles walking away. He turns my head to me with his lips in a thin line.