#vince would scare everyone away

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E!42 MILES DATING A SHY!SOFT READER . . . ☆

warnings - black fem!reader in mind but you can imagine it however you'd like, miles having a soft spot for you, pink coquette vibes from reader, profanity, slightly suggestive.

word count - 2.2k | lowercase intended.

main masterlist | proof read?: kinda😭

song rec for fic?: yo love - from "queen and slim: the soundtrack - vince staples, 6lack, mereba <3

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. . HOW YOU FIRST MET . .

ఇ . . . you two were assigned as partners for a science project that would play a big part in your final grade. you knew of each other but never fully interacted until now.

ఇ . . . miles knew you as quiet, only speaking when spoken to. you were an approachable person with a warm smile. you carried yourself well, and treated others kindly, even if they were undeserving. he was entranced by you to say the least. with how things were currently going in new york, he was surprised that the city hadn't dimmed your light. miles wanted to know more about you and this project gave him the perfect opportunity to do so.

ఇ . . . you knew of miles as well. he had the reputation of being an unapproachable person. easily intimidating others without trying, and keeping his circle of people small. you took a small interest in him as well. you'd catch yourself glancing at him every now and then, trying to break down his character. he didn't seem as mean as everyone claimed but now was finally your chance to see for yourself.

ఇ . . . that project was only the beginning of your and miles' relationship.

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. . CRUSHING STAGE . .

ఇ . . . miles protectiveness increases the more your relationship grows. he'll cut into situations and defend you before you can fully form a thought. he never hesitates to step in-front of you as a human-shield and tell someone off with a simple phrase.

"ay, watch yo mouth." | "huh? repeat yo'self." | "i know you not talkin'-"

ఇ . . . he starts eating lunch with you. his friends get on him for being a simp but he brushes it off every-time. he enjoys the convos you two have during lunch and would rather sit next to you than a rowdy group of boys who use the lunch food as science experiments.

ఇ . . . he seeks you out. during school, after school, on his nightly patrols, etc. without even fully knowing it himself, miles is always looking for you no matter where he is. he just naturally gravitates towards you. you bring something to miles life that he hasn't had in a long time. peace.

ఇ . . . let's you mess with his hair. when he's over your place he'll let you put your cute baby pink hair clips in his braids and even tie in some hair bo-bo's at the end of them. but only if you take them out as soon as you're done and don't take any pictures. (you still take pictures)

ఇ . . . let's you draw on him. you can't remember when it exactly started but it's became a routine for you to doodle and write on his hands in every class you two share. he'll return the favor, if you ask nicely. he copies whatever drawing you did on his hand to yours so you'd be matching. (he dreams of getting matching tattoos with you.) <3

ఇ . . . scares classmates away. whether it be a glare from across the room or an arm slung around your shoulders, miles is always scaring your classmates away. even if they show the smallest romantic interest in you.

ఇ . . . maintains eye contact. he's always looking for your eyes and trying to remain in contact with them when you talk. he just loves staring into your pretty doe eyes while you ramble about something you like.

ఇ . . . nicknames. miles doesn't want to scare you off by being too forward, so he'll limit his nicknames. the ones he does call you while crushing on you are ma and princesa.

ఇ . . . passes notes in class. he's a bit of a "model student" in class (not talking back, not interrupting or disrespecting classmates, turning in his work early on time. he just wants to be left alone lmao) but he's more than willing to pass notes with you throughout the entire period. you'll catch him up on the newest gossip and he'd update you on the stuff him and his homeboys get into.

ఇ . . . he'll help you study. if you don't know spanish or you're just a struggling student, he'll teach you everything you're having a hard time with at a comfortable pace. he'll quiz you every once in awhile just to make sure you fully understand and don't feel behind in anything. if you've shown a significant amount of improvement he'll treat you by taking you out for your choice of dessert. (it's really just an excuse to take you out on a date without using the word date)

ఇ . . . there's an unspoken rule that you are his. classmates know, your friends know, his homeboys know, hell, even the teachers know. you're the only person miles gives the time of day. you're the only one who gets to walk around with his arm on your shoulders, have his undivided attention, as well as be the reason for his smile. you are his and he is yours.

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. . DATING STAGE . .

ఇ . . . late night facetime calls. you two are truly never apart. when you're not together physically you're on facetime with each other. he loves when you call him and showcase the cute things you bought for yourself using his card. he also just loves the comfort those calls bring him. seeing you engulfed in a warm blanket fast asleep while he's doing his own thing just makes him feel content. you're able to be there for each other without physically being there and that's enough for him to wait patiently until he's able to hold you again.

ఇ . . . clingy as hell. although, he'll never voice out his wants for your touch he will initiate it. miles will be the one to commence 80% of affection. partly because you're shy and mainly because he can't keep his hands off of you. miles is always touching you in some way. whether it be an arm around your shoulder, a hand resting on your thigh, or a hand rubbing your ass while you're cuddling. he can't resist kissing you either. his lips always finding any available part of your skin to kiss when he feels like it.

ఇ . . . compliments. every chance he gets he'll remind you how good you look. always hyping you up and telling you how beautiful you are. whenever you get overwhelmed by the flow of affectionate words that smoothly flow out of his mouth, you'll cover your face with your hands and turn away from him. it only gives him more fuel in the long run because he loves to see his girl get all shy and cute for him. sometimes he doesn't even use his words. a simple look up and down while licking his lips will leave you weak in the knees.

"that's all mine right there."

ఇ . . . genuinely hates arguing with you. he hates when you're upset with him. there are plenty of times where miles has provoked you to the point you've gotten upset with him and that's usually when he knows he's gone too far. you're his girl, his everything. he can't have you sulking because of him. although, miles does have a bit of a short-temper, he remains calm throughout these situations. he lets you both voice your sides and he won't let the situation go until you come to an agreement. he tends to avoid arguments at all costs. usually murmuring a "you got it, ma." before it turns into something more. after settling long disagreements, he'll engulf you in a hug and give you a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"love you. don't want my girl goin to bed mad at me."

ఇ . . . nicknames! his nicknames will consist of mi vida, mi reina, ma, mami, baby, etc. any term of endearment you can think of he's most-likely called you. usually consisting of 'my/mine'. he's very possessive. your contact name in his phone is 'mi corazon 💘' and you're the only one with an emoji next to your name.

ఇ . . . spoils you. you want it? you got it. although, miles isn't incredibly wealthy, he does have money. he uses it to take care of you and his mom, providing help for the both of you. he helps rio with actual necessities, while with you he provides you with gifts. ranging from shoes, eyelashes, lace fronts, plushies, clothes, or electronics. the most expensive gift he's gotten for you is an ipad and apple pencil. it was for your birthday and he knew he had to get it for you after hearing you fangirl about it nonstop.

ఇ . . . lets you do his hair. he usually only lets rio do his hair, he's a major mama's boy. so, when you were granted the privilege to do his hair you felt honored. he also just loves when you take his braids out and give him scalp massages. he's fallen asleep on occasion because of how gentle and soothing your hands are. he's also tender-headed as hell so, please be careful or you'll get a earful of him complaining.

"damn, ma. why you gotta pull so tight?"

ఇ . . . buys matching sets. he buys you both matching shoes, clothes, and jewelry. he likes the simplicity of being able to match with you and show everyone you're his without voicing it. you two are the couple that matches on christmas. matching christmas tree pants, and santa hats...rio thinks it's adorable. for your 5 month anniversary you were gifted a gold necklace with his name written in cursive and once he helped you put it on he revealed the necklace that was under his shirt that had your name in gold written in cursive. only time you two take it off is when you're in the shower/pool. he'll take it off during prowler business as well, he doesn't want to disclose any of his personal business at work, it's very dangerous for the both of you.

ఇ . . . cant sleep without you. once miles gets a taste of what life is like keeping you close and holding you to sleep, it's hard for him to go without it. he loves cuddling with you and if there were any instance where you two wouldn't be together he would toss and turn all night and look at the ceiling until his body physically shut down itself. it's not the healthiest way to go by so when he starts to show up to school with deeper eye bags than usual, you decide to give him a plushie of his own. he'll buy the plushie little clothes and change them every now and then. he names it after you, and he even bought the exact perfume you wear and sprays it on the stuffed animal before going to bed and cuddling it. he's embarrassed to admit it, so he'll never tell you how much he pampers it. (you don't need him to tho, you've caught him kissing the top of the stuffed animals head before cradling it in his arms and murmuring 'goodnight, mi vida.')

ఇ . . . will go to the barbie movie with you. he'll thrown on a pink hoodie, black jeans, and pair it with some jordan's while you're decked out from head to toe in pink. he's gonna cry at one point during the movie and you have to pretend you didn't see. when you ask him if he liked it he'll shrug his shoulders while sniffling. he def gave his mom a big hug when he got back home. :')

"yeah, yeah...it was alright, i guess."

ఇ . . . talks about you to his mom. mile's didn't speak much of you when he had a crush on you, but he really didn't have to. his mom knew there was something or more so someone occupying his mind whenever he'd come back from school with a slight dazed expression and the tiniest smile.

ఇ . . . graffiti's your initials together. whenever he's bored and has a little extra time on his hands he'll graffiti his and yours initials together. sometimes replacing your last initial with an 'M' for Morales..

ఇ . . . treats your stuffed animals like they're your children. he scolds you if he catches one of them on the floor, he'll name them future child names he has in mind because he def wants to get married and start a family w/ you, he gives them hugs and buys cute little tutu's for them. lowkey will throw a fit if he finds out you gave some of them away.

ఇ . . . buys/sends things that reminds him of you. he'll buy you your fave bag of chips if he sees it in the store, he'll pick up a keychain with your name on it and attach it to his bookbag, he'll send you memes or recommend a tv show because the character reminded him of you. you're really on his mind 25/8.

ఇ . . . bakes with you. he loves baking with you. you two will bake the hell out of some chocolate chip cookies or some brownies. nothing that takes too long or a lot of preparation though, he'll get antsy and kinda touchy which leads to burnt products and a ruined cake pan.

ఇ . . . shows you off/brags about you. his friends and close family members know all about you and your achievements. if you play sports he'll cheer you on and brag about your wins, if you're an artist he'll post your artwork, if you have a small clothing brand he'll wear it and tell people to buy from your store if they ask, if you knit/crochet he'll ask you to make him a bucket hat or a mini version of you and him, if you dance he'll stay up all night on the phone while you show him your new choreography. it doesn't matter what you do, miles will continue to support you and brag about any and every achievement you accomplish. big or small.

ఇ . . . miles morales loves his sweet soft significant other.

currently re-writing my miles morales fic that was 6k words because tumblr decided to randomly delete it 🥲 i'll try to get it out soon! <3

also sorry for inactivity, i've been busy w/ school and work but i'll try to shoot out fics faster when i get the time :) !!

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Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

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SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

[dawnthefox24]

*Rody is getting yelled at by a costumer with his wife  by the menu and is trying to explained calmly to him that it changes daily and which is beyond his control*

Rody:*is trying not to be rude to the guy*...Sir I understand how you feel but the menu changes daily if you want I-

Random guy : LOOK BUDDY I WANT THE MAIN FROM YESTERDAY NOT THIS CRAP!!

Random lady: *looks nervous but is also embarrassed as she has her appetizer *Honey please...

Random guy : NO THIS IS UTTER BULLSHIT!!

Rody: I know but please lower you're voice and-

Random guy : *Throws his date's  food and dumps wine on Rody*SO USELESS, ARE YOU INCOMPETENT THAT YOU CAN'T DO YOU'RE FUCKING JOB RIGHT !!!

Random lady: *smacks her date on the head*HONEY!! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU APOLOGISE TO HIM!!

Rody:*feels everyone looking at him as he stays quiet trying so hard not to break down he needed to get away*

Random guy : I'M NOT APOLOGISING FOR SOMEONE WHO CAN'T DO THEIR FUCKING JOB!!!!

Random lady:*looks at Rody* I'm so sorry...

Rody:*wipes some of the food off and leaves as he heads towards the kitchen * excuse me...

-Rody enters the kitchen as the chefs looked at him before walking over too Vincent quietly -

Vincent: *looks Rody and noticed the mess on him* Rody what happe-

Rody:*breaks down crying in front of him and didn't know why* C-can I...Vince...Can I go h-home...

Vincent:*eyes widen and takes his hands to get him cleaned up * come were going to the bathroom and EVERYONE GET BACK TOO WORK!!

The chef's:*freaked out and went back too cooking*

Vincent:*takes Rody too the bathroom and starts cleaning him too the best of his abilities *Deep breaths rody...what happened

Rody:*breaks down crying even more*.. I...I tried to tell...t-the costumer...t-that the menu c-c-changes daily and-

Rody:*hugs Vincent sobbing against him*

Vincent:*tensed up a bit before hugging Rody rubbing his back*I'll talk to him okay Rody stay in my office and wait their okay.

Rody:*coughs a sob but nodded against him* I-i'm sorr-

Vincent: Don't apologise Lamoree, I don't tolerate other assaulting my workers mainly you Rody.

Rody:*whispers* thank you..

Vincent: Go to my office and I'll deal with the customer okay

Rody:...okay....

Vincent: *pats his head and took Rody towards his office leaving him their* Sit down and I'll make sure the chef's will make you some tea okay...

Rody:*nods softly with his head still low*...Okay.....

Vincent:*leaves Rody as he heads leaves the room* *the chef's felt very tense and scared with Vincent with how calm and angry he was as the cooked a bit faster not facing him*

Vincent:*noticed the woman and the man arguing with one another and went over too them and just stood waiting to be noticed*

Random lady: WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT!! ASSAULTING A SERVER OF ALL THINGS!!!

Random guy: IT DOESN'T MATTER!! HE HONESTLY DESERVED IT AND CLEARLY HE WAS-

Vincent:*clears his voice cutting the guy off* Was what?

Random guy: *turns his heads towards Vincent * who the fuck are yo-

Vincent:*pours a glass of water on the guy head staring at him* I'm the chef of this establishment and I don't tolerate people who harass my servers.....

Random guy:*gets up pretty pissed as he ready to punch Vincent for pouring water on him* THE FUCK IS YOU'RE PROBLEM!!!

Vincent: *has his arms crossed*Oh I see, you didn't have a problem trashing my waiter but a little bit of water ruins everything....

Random guy: CLEARLY A CHEF WOULDN'T POUR A DRINK ON THE COSTUMER SINCE-

Vincent: *Grabs the knife and stabs it into the guy's sleeve cuts him off now glaring at him * The costumer is what? Is right?

Random guy:*is now in total fear* Y-YO..You're a psycho!! T-The fuck is wrong with YOU!?!?

Random woman:*covers her mouth in horror and seemed to be frozen in place unsure what to do*

Vincent:*grabs the guy by the collar* THE MENU CHANGES DAILY YOU CAN GET THE WHAT YOU WANT DO YOU UNDERSTAND!!!

Random guy:*in a state of fear*...yes sir...

Vincent: I CAN'T HEAR YOU AND SPEAK UP !! YOU'RE IN MY RESTAURANT!!!

Random guy: *closed his eyes* YES SIR!!

Vincent:*takes the knife out from the sleeve and smiles like as if nothing happened* Alright now you are banned from this place and I apologise for the inconvenience that occurred

Random guy:*gets up and leaves taking his wife with him*let's go....

Random lady:*fallows her date still shocked by what unfolded*....

Vincent:*watches them leave and went back too check up on Rody*

*Once back inside Vincent went too the office and found Rody on the couch looking down before he sat down next too him*

Vincent:....I Had a talk with them Rody, their banned from this place...

Rody:....

Vincent:....Do you want anything? Tea?

Rody:...Tea would be nice....Am I fir-

Vincent: No you're not fired and yes I'll make you some tea don't worry...

Rody:...The guy didn't hurt you right?

Vincent: No not at all and Rody if things like this happened again you come and get me okay

Rody:*leans against Vincent a bit and closed his eyes feeling a bit more calm * Alright...Thank you Vince

Vincent:*feels his face heat up and looked away from him a bit* Anytime and Rody take a break I'll handle the orders okay...

Rody:... I'm sorry...

Vincent:*rolls his eyes and gets up* Stop apologising you did nothing wrong besides Rody, you're the best waiter I have okay so don't let that asshole make you think other wise got it Lamoree

Rody:*looks a bit surprised at Vincent and smiles* I...You think I'm-

Vincent: *waves his hand* Yes, Yes now what type of tea do you want?

Rody:*smiles*Earl grey would be nice....

Vincent:*nods and leaves his office to make the tea* alright I prepare you some tea, just rest up Rody okay...

Rody:*nods and watches him leave before smiling softly too himself* Thanks Vince

[slashers-and-rats]

short circuit.

vincent sinclair x reader | sfw |

rat chat : alright let’s see if i still got it. this is just a little thing about you and vince having a tender, sweet moment. hope you enjoy!!

vincent’s fingers curled tighter around the pen, a slight tremble to his hand. his skin felt tingly; the sensation of soft static running up and down his spine, and along his arms. it made him uncomfortable, it made him squirm and twist in his seat, but it also created electric surges in his tendons. he liked the way it made his pen jolt across the page as he sketched out the wax figures strewn across his desk. he liked the way it made his muscles twitch.

it was all because of you.

every little shock to his system was a reminder that someone was watching, looking over his shoulder and gazing down at him as he worked. your eyes traced up and down his skin, shooting those little beams of electricity into his nerves and making him overheat. it was your fault he was like this, so full of energy, so alive. with every scrape of his pen across the page, and every new bit of ink smudged to create shadow, he was reminded of you - his muse and his audience.

a hand landed down on his shoulder, and it made him jump. you had been standing over him for a bit, watching him draw in a comfortable but thick silence. he never complained when you did so. he wouldn’t shoo you away or hide his work, at least not anymore. he liked to feel you linger. but, you tended to keep a bit of space. this was a bold move.

he straightened up a bit under your touch, his hand stopping to hover over the paper. you leaned closer, your gaze still trained on the sketches littering the page.

“don’t stop. i just wanted to get a better look.” your breath puffed softly against his neck. it was nothing, just little breaths slipping out between vowels, and yet a surge ran through his back. he gripped his pen tight, pressing it down to the paper firmly but unmoving. he felt embarrassed. it was just breathing, everyone breathed. why did you have to do it so close to his skin, though? why did you have to watch him so intently, and speak so softly, and press so closely…

“y’know, the way you draw is mesmerizing…” your voice was so hushed, so soft, with so much admiration. it pulled him down from his thoughts, grounding him to you. he could barely feel your hand running down his arm, tracing along his veins, then stopping to rest at the back of his own. you opened your hand, palm up, as if expecting something. he had learned how to read you, at least a bit, and so he discarded his pen and placed his hand over top of yours. you hummed a sound of agreement, as if he had chosen the correct option. you opened up your fingers, splaying them apart, and he did the same. you chuckled. your fingers barely reached his third knuckle, your palm three quarters the size of his own. it disappeared underneath him. you disappeared underneath him.

“you have such a gentle touch. you’re so skilled with your fingers. you’re so talented,” you praised. he felt his insides turning to liquid. his cheeks were starting to burn, and he wondered if his mask would start to slip from melting away. you slipped your palm from underneath his own, flipping it so you could run your fingertips along his fortune lines. he wondered, if in all your wisdom and light, you could see what his future held.

vincent let out a heavy breath through his nose. he tried to look at you through the side of his mask’s eyeholess, but all he could make out was a tuft of hair and a bit of skin. he didn’t dare turn his head. if he moved, he might frighten you, and you’d run away like a scared deer. he was sure of it. why wouldn’t you run from him?

as you continued to inspect him, you tilted your head to the side inquisitively, bumping your head into his temple. such a gentle touch, paired with being so charged from being so close, made him twitch slightly in reaction. you, in turn, jumped, and straightened up a bit, hand pulling quick back up to his shoulder.

“sorry, i didn’t mean to distract you. i just thought you deserved a compliment,” you said sheepishly. “continue. i’ll just watch.”

he could feel your touch lightening, and it frightened him. without thought, he reached back, grabbing your wrist and planting it back on his body. your breath hitched, he could feel the small puff of air against the top of his head. he wondered if you looked surprised. he wondered if you looked scared. worry bubbled in the pit of his stomach, and he released his now trembling grasp. he instead moved to rest his hand gently over yours, almost chaste with how light he touched you. you had an option to go. you could take it.

“vincent…?” his name was so soft on your lips. as he turned towards the sound, his world was becoming a blur. one moment he was facing forward in the desk, staring down one of his smaller figures, and the next he was facing you, his hands sliding up the sides of your legs and over your hips. he wasn’t thinking. his brain was foggy, his eyes clouded over with an odd, hungry look. it wasn’t a strong look, more of a weakened, starved, pleading sort of gaze. “vincent, your hands…” he glanced down, surprised to find that he had slipped his digits under your shirt, smoothing them over the static tickling between each of your skins. It made him purr, or the equivalent to it.

you smoothed a hand through his hair, pushing it from his face so you could study his face. he seemed so desperate to take, and yet so hesitant to move. he just rubbed circles into the side of your stomach, never taking his gaze away from your middle.

“hey, you okay? i feel like you’re short-circuiting here.” you softly chuckled, finally relaxing underneath his touch. he could feel your muscles loosen under his grip. he felt his own shoulders slump just a little. he hadn’t even realized how on edge he must have looked.

to your question, he nodded, pulling you closer so that he could wrap his arms gently around your waist. you leaned into him, allowing him to embrace you. he engulfed you. he held you tight, cocooning you against his body. there was nothing to protect you from, and yet he felt the need to protect.

he rubbed his cheek against the middle of your chest, once again letting out his deep rumble of a purr. he sounded content. you were quite enjoying the situation too. usually, vince was towering over you, looking at you through his dark, messy hair and that mask’s dim eyeholes. but, like this, with him peering up at you so adoringly, you could see the details of the wax, and his dilated pupils filled with admiration. it sent heat through your body. no one had ever looked at you like this. it was so warm, so precious. and the way he leaned against you was so tender, and yet between the both of you, it felt like you were melting together.

you brushed some of his locks from his face, making him turn his gaze completely up towards you, instead of peeking out from your skin. you smiled, and it felt like a ray of sun to vincent. he leaned up, reaching out to cup your face and pull you down towards him. you couldn’t help but cut the tension with a tender giggle, pressing soft kisses to the lips and cheeks of his mask. he sighed softly, continuing to hold your chin in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over your cheeks as if sculpting your face itself.

“you’re so sweet, y’know that?” you cooed, finally ending your small borage with a kiss on his nose. “talented and tender, a real package.” you patted his shoulders gently, and he lightened up his grip from your face. you were so soothing. he sunk back in his chair a bit, and you slipped to stand between his legs. “so…? you wanna keep drawing…? maybe this time i can sit in your lap…?” you asked, almost coy in the way you spoke.

his eyes widened a little, and he nodded. he was lucky he had the mask on. the smile he wore was almost embarrassingly big.

[charliedawn]

i have a very bad fear of butterflies (please don't judge) but how would slashers react to a child reader with the same phobia as me

(I do not personally judge you. I used to have an irrational fear of crabs myself. But the slashers might. Sorry. 😅😂)

Jack: "Butterflies ? You serious ?"

He gave you the most ‘what the hell’ look he could muster when you told him.

Jack didn’t take it seriously at first, but once he knew it was real ? He made sure to chase all the butterflies away from the hospital.

As a ghost, Jack can walk freely around the hospital and believe me when I say you wouldn’t see one butterfly flying around once you told him.

Freddy *gasps and pretends to see a butterfly* : "Wait…Is that a…BUTTERFLY ?!"

He cackled when he saw you running away.

Freddy is an ass. Do not be Freddy.

Lester and yourself were exploring the forest when you ended up in a glade where thousands of butterflies lived.

Lester didn’t know about your fear, so he didn’t think about turning around to check on you until you started screaming and covered your eyes.

Lester immediately turned around after that and ran back to you. He then reassured you. He took your hand and whispered soothingly to you while guiding you away.

Lester: "…It’s okay, Y/N. I am afraid too. Everyone’s afraid sometimes..."

Bo took a moment to understand your fear.

He knew you didn’t like the butterfly tattoo he had on his back…but he didn’t understand why. Until one day, Lester and Vince came back from a butterfly hunting trip and you started screaming and covering your eyes while he proceeded to covering his ears.

"What in the carnation ?! Stop yellin’ ! Are ya nuts ?!"

But once he knew ? He laughed his ass off. He started laughing before taking you in his arms.

"Aww…Such a poor lil’ angel. You scared of lil’ winged buggies ? S’okay. Bo will protect ya from the lil’ scary winged fuckers. I promise."

Jason felt sad when he heard about your fear because he loves nature and butterflies. He lived most of his life in a forest surrounded by all sorts of creatures.

He would try to help you by carving cute little butterflies and put them around the hospital to make you like them and see them the way he does.

…Penny knew from the beginning.

And whenever he sees you ? He makes sure to transform into one—just to scare you.

Barry never judged you for it. He knows you are afraid because he once made you a butterfly costume and you shrieked at the sight.

But, he didn’t panic.

He hugged you, kissed you on the forehead and promised the horde would protect you—always.

Norman noticed when he was working in the basement and suddenly, a cloud of moths flew up and out the basement.

You saw them and screamed so loud that Norman almost tripped in his hurry to get to you. Once he was upstairs, he quickly opened the windows to let the moths out.

Once they were gone, he took you in his arms and hugged you tightly.

"It’s alright, darling. I am here…You are safe."

[vincess-princess]

we, the psychos

ch. 10

Word count: 2488 Warnings: nsfw A/N: sorry for taking so long, im in the hole again

Vince was almost there when the door of the closet opened. He turned around, thinking Nikki decided to help him – and instead saw Hudson looming in the doorframe.

“Wharton, again?!” He grimaced, pointedly staring at the wall. “Was the doctor not clear enough last time about your passion for fleshy pleasures?”

The orgasm, seconds ago so close, now was unbelievably far. Vince groaned in disappointment, sent Hudson a grim gaze.

“Could you come just a few seconds later?”

“And let you fall back into your corrupted behavior? Yeah, I don’t think so. Pull up your pants. We’re going to the doctor.”

Vince remembered the punishment he got last time he got caught masturbating and shuddered. The traces on his hands didn’t go away for good two weeks afterwards. And he was already pretty battered. Some more, and no one would bear looking at his ravaged flesh.

“C’mon, c’mon,” Slash gestured at the door impatiently. His other hand was lying on the doorknob, and light from the corridor lay in a stripe across his face and hair. Yeah, he was pretty handsome.

Vince made a resigned face, tucked his half-hard dick back into his pants, pulled them up and stepped towards the door. And then grabbed Hudson’s hand on top of the doorknob and forcefully pulled on it. The door closed with a loud bang, and it was dark again.

“What the f-“ Hudson pulled his hand out of Vince’s grip and jumped back, almost colliding with a wall. Vince didn’t try to stop him. He did keep his hand on the doorknob. “-uck?”

“Hey, man, calm down,” Vince began. “Let’s talk.”

“I have nothing to talk to you about.” Hudson stepped to the door, now standing mere inches away from Vince. And not that he was scared… but no one dared to tackle the infamous patient alone. “The doctor will hear about this. And if you don’t let me out right now…”

“Please, omit the threats. I have a suggestion.”

Hudson narrowed his eyes. “I don’t wanna know what it is.”

“Just listen.” Vince made a small step forward. The smallest of steps. Hudson didn’t back off, which was hopeful. “I bet it gets lonely in the nurses’ building.”

He could pull off a better starting line, but he had little time and just one attempt. One wrong word – and it’s over.

“You don’t get to go to town often, I bet,” Vince continued. “And I fucking bet Dr. Duren doesn’t let you invite ladies over.”

He smiled and put his hand on Hudson’s chest. Hudson looked at it like it was an exotic bug – disgusting and dangerous, but somewhat captivating - and didn’t shake it off.

The fish was on the hook.

“I don’t go that way,” he said stiffly.

“Oh, please,” Vince rolled his eyes. “Everyone says this until they spend a couple months in an all-male facility.”

“I’ve been here way more than a couple months,” Hudson reminded him.

“Yeah, and look how high-strung you are. Gotta relieve all that tension once in a while, you know?”

“And you’re offering to help.” Hudson concluded dryly.

“Exactly.” Vince poked him in the chest. “And you won’t tell Dr. Duren what I was doing here.”

Hudson’s face was grim, but Vince could feel his hastened breath, his tense muscles under the nurse coat. He was almost there. Just one little push.

Vince slowly drew his hand down Hudson’s torso and stopped it in the area of his abdomen. Then he shot a quick glance at him through his lashes and smiled as charmingly as he could, hoping that the darkness would obscure the missing left molar.

“Fuck,” Hudson exhaled, turning his head away- in shame, probably. “You better be good at it.”

Vince didn’t need a clearer invitation. He dropped on his knees, unbuttoned Hudson’s pants and pulled them down in one swift, experienced move. He heard interesting things about black men’s lengths. Hudson might be mixed, but maybe that heritage persevered?..

Yeah, no, the white side won. But that was even good. Won’t have to choke.

Hudson quietly gasped when Vince swallowed his whole cock at once. It was only half-hard, so it was not difficult. Vince licked the head, tasting salty precum, and smiled.

“Yeah, I can tell it’s been a while.”

“Shut up,” Hudson exhaled and thrusted his hips forward. Vince didn’t protest. They did have little time. His skills weren’t really required – it was just speed and depth that counted.

And quick and deep it was. Vince moved his head back and forth so quickly his lips went numb and his neck hurt. Hudson got braver and braver throughout the whole process: first he didn’t even dare touch Vince, then put a hand on his head and carefully guided it, and soon finally lost control, grabbed Vince by the hair and began violently thrusting forward, leaving Vince to just close his eyes, suppress his gag reflex (which still existed, no matter what haters said) and finally take care of himself.

Hudson was so occupied he didn’t even notice Vince pulled out his own cock and began stroking it. Hudson at the same time was nearing the end, and Vince helped him with his tongue a bit until he finally groaned, bent forward and came. Hot liquid went down Vince’s throat, but some still leaked in the corners of his mouth. While Hudson stood still, gathering his breath, Vince finished himself, and it was good he was already on his knees because the relief surely would have made them buckle.

Vince tapped on Hudson’s thigh for attention, showed him his sperm-covered hand and slowly licked it.

“You are so fucking sick,” Hudson murmured, ashamedly pulling up his pants and tucking his dick in.

“And you like it,” Vince grinned. Hudson could act all disgusted and untouchable as he wanted – Vince heard him whimper like a bitch just a couple minutes ago, and they both would never forget it.

“Get up,” Hudson tried to speak harshly, but the tremble of a recent orgasm was still hiding in the undertone of his voice. “We’ve wasted too much time already. Ew, not on the robe!”

Vince continued wiping his sperm off his fingers on the hospital robe even more thoroughly, ignoring numerous rags in various stages of decay kept in the closet. Hudson winced and turned away.

When Vince tried to get up, his legs didn’t like the sudden change of position, and he almost fell onto a cabinet full of cracked dishes (why were they even keeping it?) were it not for Hudson who caught him by the sleeve.

“You want the whole asylum to hear?” he hissed, pulling Vince upright.

“Hey, I’d look at you go after kneeling for so long!” Vince protested. His legs felt like they were pierced by a thousand needles, making him grimace. But Hudson didn’t notice – or didn’t care – and dragged him out of the closet and into the hall. Then he made Vince hobble in front of him the whole way to the canteen, occasionally prodding him in the back to speed him up.

Right at the door Vince, ignoring a yet another prod, stopped and turned to Hudson.

“You remember our deal? No one says anything.”

“I do,” Hudson said through his teeth. “Go in already!”

Nikki was there alone, lazily wiping a table. His expression turned from boredom to a poorly concealed gloating, and Vince realised why Hudson came to the closet so untimely.

Oh, Nikki is gonna pay for this.

***

Mick watched Simmons escort Tommy away with a mixed feeling. He knew, of course, that Tommy wasn’t gonna see the doctor. He felt sorry for the guy, so young and clueless and naïve, torn out of his environment and thrown into a completely different one where everyone wanted to eat him and crack open his bones. But also Tommy was rather obnoxious with his “I’m too noble for this” attitude and unwillingness to work. Simmons sure was gonna show him that once you were here, it didn’t matter anymore. Especially considering they had cut Tommy some slack already, his fancy room and all.

While waiting for Nikki Mick crouched behind the bush and began picking up brown leaves off the ground and stringing them on the twigs of the bush, creating a nice little curtain behind which he couldn’t be seen. And there were no leaves on the ground anymore at the end, so he was cleaning, wasn’t he?

Voices of other patients blended in together at the distance, creating a nice little background hum that was as familiar to Mick as the sun rising every day. He always took the position a little bit away from the crowd, observing from the distance. For a while already there were no signs of anything, which was comforting, even if just for a little bit. Routine and stability were a good thing. Change – not so much.

Then he heard a voice he knew too well, and his chest released the tension it was holding. It was Nikki’s voice, which meant he finished his canteen shift without issues. Mick peered from behind the bush and saw Michael point in his direction and Nikki head towards his bush with a springy step, waving the shovel in his hand back and forth. He looked… energized, which Mick hadn’t seen since Wharton dumped him. And it could only mean one thing.

“Don’t tell me you got back with him,” Mick said sharply when Nikki crouched next to him. “Don’t fucking tell me.”

Nikki’s face fell a bit.

“How could you tell?”

“You’re excited for the first time in weeks.”

“Is that a bad thing?” Nikki tried to make an innocent face. It was not very convincing.

“It wouldn’t be if I didn’t know the last time you were that excited was when you were hooking up with Wharton.”

Nikki sighed, looked away. “Why do you even notice these things? Don’t you have other things to do?”

“That’s what I do. Observe,” Mick said. “So. Who initiated it?”

“He did.”

“I fucking knew it.” Mick rubbed his eyes. “You see? He comes back to you when his balls get a little too full. Once they are empty he’ll dump you again.”

“Well,” Nikki suddenly grinned slyly, “I hope I did teach him a lesson that dumping me is a bad idea.”

Mick blinked in confusion, then in horror. “A lesson? God, what did you do?”

“Let’s just say… I showed him how it feels to be used.”

No amount of further questioning could get anything except mysterious smiles out of Nikki. Mick had a very bad feeling about this. Whatever revenge Nikki enacted, Wharton would never let it go unpunished.

Wharton, by the way. Where was he?

Mick had to change his position and hide behind another bush (this one, unfortunately, without a leaf curtain) to see Wharton. He was in the middle of the patient crowd, respectfully given space of about ten feet in a circle around him, scooping leaves from the ground one by one with his shovel and slowly, distractedly pile them up in a heap next to himself. Hudson watched him with an understandably sour face.

The sheer fact that Wharton worked at all was already strange. He would usually leave the peasants to it and set to rest somewhere under a tree, harass a good-looking patient, or, as of late, hide in the bushes with Nikki. The nurses knew better than to force him to work. Yet today he obliged. Was that the effect of Nikki’s revenge?

Oh god, this was gonna be bad. Very bad.

“Whatcha looking at?” Nikki followed him to the bush. “Ogling Vince, huh? I mean, he’s not in his best shape but there’s still a lot to look at-“

“He doesn’t look happy at your reunion,” Mick interrupted him.

“Oh, he’s just pissed at learning my lesson. He’ll get over it when, as you said, his balls fill up.”

Mick rolled his eyes. When Nikki was in this mood, it was impossible to make him treat something seriously, just as during his depressive episodes it was impossible to convince him to take things more lightly. His manic depression completely erased his middle ground; he was only capable of extremes.

Eventually they were shooed away from the bush closer to the patient crowd because McKagan couldn’t keep an eye on them and other patients at the same time. Wharton didn’t try to confront Nikki; he scarcely spared him a look. Before the canteen duty today Mick would rejoice. Now he only grew warier.

And so time passed until lunch, when they were gathered into pairs and ushered to the canteen. Wharton walked in the very back alone, at a sizeable distance from the rest. Mick saw him pull Hudson by the arm and say something to him with a sleazy smile, to which Hudson responded with a shove in the side that didn’t seem to discourage Wharton in any way whatsoever. Hudson must have lost a draw among nurses on who would herd Wharton today, now that he was finally out of the padded cell. Mick felt sorry for him. For Hudson, of course.

Tommy didn’t show up at lunch, which was slightly concerning – Simmons certainly hadn’t arranged a meeting with the doctor for him, but Mick hoped his special status would have helped him get away with it relatively unscathed. But that was not what worried him the most.

And he turned out to be right in his worry. Because just as lunch began, Wharton got up from the table, came up to Nikki and dumped a whole plate of soup over his head. Thankfully, the soup had already gone cold, but Nikki was still unpleasantly surprised. He shook his head, sending carrot and potato pieces flying, and dumped his own plate on Wharton.

Then the two, wet and greasy, began rolling on the floor trying to choke each other. Mick couldn’t break up the fight even if he wanted to because of his back, and while nurses were gathering their wits to intervene Nikki caught one in the eye and Wharton lost some of his hair. Then the nurses dragged them away from each other, and the only thing they had left was sending each other angry gazes.

The nurses took them right to Dr. Duren, and everyone continued eating as if nothing had happened. Under Duren, who harshly punished violence of any kind, fights were rarer but not unheard of. But Nikki and Wharton never fought before, even though their relationship was rather turbulent. Did it mean the end of it? Mick sure hoped so. If a cold plate of soup dumped on him couldn’t bring Nikki back to his senses and make him cut all ties with the bastard, nothing could.

Mick sighed, shook off a carrot that had landed on his sleeve and got down to his soup.

[kay0783]

The wedding has finally arrived!!! 💒🔔✨

As much as I love these characters, I would really like to transition to focusing on the vampires now, specifically the Solaires (duh lol). There's so much potential for new characters. Dimitri Rebane, more Porter audios, mayyyyybe William audios (👀), who knows!!! (Please read below!!!!! I have so many ideas and need to dump them somewhere) (⚠️pun not intended⚠️).

People may not agree with me on that, but hear me out! Vincent and Sam left the house of Solaires, so we could get audios here and there about where they (and their relationships) end up. Since the wedding is done and David stated that during the summit, someone from the house of Wright told him to stay away from the Solaires, that would give more of a reason to have dispersed audios for Vincent and Sam and to include new characters. They've been around for a long while now, and the werewolf culture is hashed out, so I feel that there isn't much else to do with them.

Here are some arcs that I think would be cool to enter:

1) Although we know about werewolf culture, we only know a little about vampire culture and their politics. I would absolutely LOVE to see how that comes to play in Porter and Treasure's relationship (*Important note*: During the summit, when it was pointed out by the Prince of the house of Bennet that Vince killed someone, Porter was Q.U.I.C.K to defend him by saying that Adam violated the bite/claim marking). It seems that Porter is very protective of Treasure and values the relationship with them, so I think there's opportunity to hash out Vamp culture/politics through that. Ex: Someone has an eye out for Treasure, Porter freaks out but they don't know why, then we get an explanation. Idk why, but it's interesting to me that Porter covered for Vince that quick, and for *that* reason. Of course that could be explained away bc he literally killed a King and was in charge of creating an alibi, but it felt like foreshadowing to me. At some point Treasure is going to have to be informed that their man's a hitman, and maybe it's the toxicity in me but I think Porter being quick to unalive someone for violating that bite claim could be an entry way into that conversation.

1.5) If we get Will as an official character (listener wise), then we can see how his and Porter's...uhhh...relationship. When we were introduced to Porter, he was very adamant (again, no pun intended) that Treasure's friends were not good people and went into a tangent about transactional relationships. I fully feel like this was a projection of his and Will's friendship. To support my point, the next audio was him contemplating the validity and ethics of the friendship. He even questioned if he was scared of Will. It would be great to see this explored further by more vamp politics videos. In my recent post about Porter, I wondered whether Will is going to manipulate Porter into becoming next in line for succession. Alexis is trash, Vincent is gone...so who's left???

2) Speaking of monarchies and successions, I know the fooliverse audios are not supposed to be taken as canon, but it's interesting that Erik brought up a whole new character for Milo's audio. Dimitri Rebane. Like...we get a first AND last name??? For a non-canon arc??? 🤨 We didn't even get Asher's last name until what? Almost a year ago? Erik seems very organized and well thought out, so even though the fooliverse arc itself isn't canon, the characters sure are. AND Mr. Rebane is a KING??? How come he wasn't brought up in the summit??? Hmmm.....🤔 Wouldn't it be crazy if he does become a canon character and ends up murdering Will and taking over the Solaire clan? Maybe he messes up the friendship with Porter to no return (maybe by messing with Treasure somehow) and Porter helps Dimitri become king because he's better, and he won't have to take up more responsibility than he could handle.

3) I get it, some people may prefer werewolves to vampires. But I think everyone forgot that THERE'S A WHOLE ASS WEREWOLF PACK THAT HAS NOT BEEN COVERED YET‼️‼️‼️We have the Keaton pack, but does anyone remember during one of Erik's channel anniversary streams where he did a kahoot-style game and alluded to the Moore pack (no, not Lasko lol). There were four options, the Shaw pack, the Keaton pack, the Moore pack, and some other answer. The Moores was the correct one and he even gave a geographic location to them in comparison to the Shaw and Keaton packs. We dead ass could have a whole nother set of characters from a whole different pack if he didn't give them the Frederick and Bright Eyes treatment and just ignored their whole existence .

That's all the brain dump I have for now. Sorry if I fried yours in the process, but I've been thinking about the Moore (or More) pack FOR YEARS.

(Also, Monarch Baz got pissy with David for not understanding vamp politics, AND it's confirmed that some vamps are involved with the inversion and close-knit case, which is more support for my reasoning and theory that we might be headed towards a vamp arc soon). If you guys like me dumping info and theories like this, PLEASE let me know. If not, I'll definitely keep my posts shorter in the future. Thank you for reading!!! 💜 Stay safe, drink water, and drive safe!

In the mean time, Dimitri from the movie Anastasia is my head canon for Dimitri Rebane.

[bellysoupset]

Hey, Soup! So I have an idea.

If there's one thing I know, it's that carsickness can be made 100 times worse by 3 things: uncomfortable warmth, abnormally stiff seats, and fragrant car freshener scents. Leo and I are literally in the exact same boat when it comes to car sickness, and I know that when you get dizzy enough you can barely keep your eyes open, and it will not go away for hours!!!

I had this idea where maybe the whole gang goes on a trip somewhere and they rent one of those vans that has two seats in the front, two in the middle, and three in the back. And while they're driving somewhere and having a good time and everything, maybe Leo is just super uncomfortable in the van because it has little inconveniences that are just making his carsickness so much worse, but he doesn't wanna spoil the mood so he says nothing.

And maybe when they make a stop for gas and snacks or something, Leo stands outside the car and suddenly just starts throwing up violently.

Suddenly, everyone is panicked because Leo is almost delirious with nausea and dizziness. And Jonah is on the fine line between nervous boyfriend and trained doctor.

After that, maybe they manage to finish the drive to their hotel or wherever they're staying and there's just a lot of cute fluff and cuddles with Jon babying dizzy Leo.

I just think this would be so cute!!!

Plus, I'm stressed out with classes so I NEED my Jon and Leo fluff!! It's my serotonin (I think I spelled that right)!!

Hi darling! Thank you so much for this prompt and I hope you have your dose of Jon/Leo serotonin and classes are no longer stressing you out 💛

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"Leo can't go in the back," Jonah said sleepily, his voice a notch deeper than usual and twice as grouchy. He wanted to strangle Bella for suggesting they do a mini road trip for the nearest music festival and his boyfriend for agreeing with it.

Bella was virtually untouchable after such a scare during Halloween, so whatever Bells wanted, Bells got and that was the whole reason they were now in a van driving to fucking Manchester. Jonah wanted to kill her.

"I'm fiiiine," Leo whined at his overbearing words, but everyone else agreed that there was no way Leo could sit in the back, so he was quickly banished to the front of the van, alongside Luke, who'd be driving for the nearly four hours long trip.

Really, Manchester?

"Glare any harder and Bell will need at least two more stitches," Vince teased him with a whisper, while Jonah glared at Wendy and Bella curled up together on the seat ahead of him.

Jonah let out a huff, "I don't even like rock."

"It's a music festival," Vince rolled his eyes, "cheer up, man. There's gonna be a bunch of other shit to do, cool food, other bands too."

"Don't tell me to cheer up, shut up," Jonah scoffed, jamming up his elbow on Vin's side when the man tried to grab his shoulders and rattle him.

"Just go the fuck to sleep," Wendy yawned, eyes closed and squirming on her seat so she could better use Bell's shoulder as a pillow, "you're always cranky when you're sleepy, just get a nap."

"I'm not a fucking toddler," Jonah kicked their seat, causing Bella to open her eyes, all blue, confused and a little in pain. Guilt burned his stomach, "sorry..."

She opened a small smile, nodding and pressing her cheek back to the top of of Wendy's head.

Lucas had volunteered to drive, half because he was a control freak, half because he needed to be given something to do. Either way, Jonah was happy he had, because he knew that if Luke and Vin had been sat together, no one would be able to catch even a little bit of sleep. He curled up on his side, resting his forehead on the window and turning away from Vince, quickly dozing off.

Jonah woke up with giggling.

He frowned in his sleep, trying to figure what were the whispers about or the giggles... Something trickled his nose and he wrinkled it, closing his eyes back again... Something trickled his nose again and Jonah sneezed, a hand coming up to shield his face from view and smearing shaving cream all over his nose and mouth.

Vince, Wendy and Bella let out a howl, wheezing with laughter and Jonah opened his eyes in shock, before glaring at them, spitting the shaving cream, "What are you, fucking four years old?!" he exclaimed, kicking Vince's thigh with all his force, "what the fuck!?"

Wendy was clutching her ribs, "you look soooo cute with the cream mustache!"

"Shut up Wendy!" Jonah exclaimed, furiously trying to wipe the shaving cream off his face, but only causing a bigger mess since they hadn't been economic when putting it on his hand. Bella was wheezing, her head thrown back with a laughter and he could see Luke's shoulders shaking too. The whole car smelt like Vince's overpowering lavender scented shaving cream.

"Stop the car!" Jonah groaned, wiping his still dirty hand on Vince's shirt and causing him to squeal, since he was too busy laughing to avoid getting smeared with it, "Atwood, stop the fucking van!"

"Okay!" Luke yelled, clearly laughing, "fine! Calm down!" and then in a lower voice, "we needed gas anyway."

Jonah glared at his friends, groaning that now he'd be smelling like Vince the rest of the day, "you guys are such assholes," he pouted, once again trying to wipe his face, just as Luke turned on the lights to show he'd be turning in the nearest exit.

"I'm s-ssorry," Wendy said, but it was hard to believe she was apologetic when there were tears clinging to her lashes, mascara smeared with how hard she had laughed, "here, here-" she reached inside her bag and grabbed a little washcloth, so he could wipe most of the cream, although the sticky sensation and powerful smell was still there.

A gas station came into view and the van swerved to the right, shaking with the change of terrain, before coming to a stop before one of the gas bombs.

He immediately jumped out and so did Luke to fill up the tank and so did Leo... Who took three steps forward and bent in half, throwing up all over the floor and his own sneakers.

Jonah let out a yelp, jumping back. He was far away enough that he watched the next events unfold in slow motion, Leo swaying forward as if he was gonna pass out and Lucas realizing what had happened, barely managing to catch him as Leo's knees buckled, arms wrapped around his chest.

"FUCK!" Luke's shout overpowered Jonah's equally nervous "Leo!"

He skipped forward, shaving cream forgotten, not a mind paid to the disgusting puddle on the ground, crouching down to where Luke was holding Leo by the chest, the blonde still hung forward, vomit dripping from his lips.

"Baby, baby, baby, hey-" Jonah chanted, cupping his face, "Leo, open your eyes... Baby, what's wrong-"

"Carsick..." Leo groaned, his voice rough, before he heaved again and Jonah was forced to jump to the side, narrowly avoiding getting his jeans covered in puke. Leo let out a sob, one hand darting out and curling on Luke's shirt, squeezing it until his knuckles turned white, "msorry-" he slurred, a line of sick saliva hanging from his bottom lip.

"Don't worry about it," Lucas said, his voice calm, while he met Jonah's eyes over the blonde's head, all worried, "I'm gonna get us up, okay?"

Leo jerked slightly, barely nodding and Luke moved his arms, wrapping Leo's chest with his right arm and grabbing on the van with the left one so he could pull them both up, Jonah moving forward to grab his boyfriend's bicep.

He could tell that Lucas was holding all of Leo's weight just by the way Leo's feet were almost dangling on the ground. Jonah frowned, rubbing his boyfriend's back, just as Leo heaved again, letting out a loud moan as even more vomit joined the mess.

"Shhh-" Luke cooed, while Jonah moved his hand so he was holding Leo's forehead, stopping him from getting his shirt and Luke's arm covered in sick.

"Goddammit Leo, why didn't you say anything?" Jonah said, using the little washcloth Wendy had given him to wipe his boyfriend's mouth, "we're gonna get you to the bathroom to get cleaned up."

"Nooo..." Leo punctuated the groan with a sick burp, gagging again, "can't walk... Wirl- Twirling..."

"Did you hit your head or something?" Luke asked, frowning, but Jonah rolled his eyes. This was not a concussion, Leo was not a football player anymore.

"Where exactly he would've hit his head, he spent all of yesterday at the office," he snapped, stroking Leo's cheek, "baby did you take the meds?"

"Uhmmmm..." Leo groaned, although he nodded, before he gagged again and slurred, "move-" and threw up once more. Jonah wasn't sure how he had so much in him, after the meager breakfast he had forced on the blonde this morning, exactly because Leo didn't want to get carsick and was refusing to eat, Jon reasoning he'd feel even sicker if he had nothing in his stomach at all.

He waited until the spell passed, before cupping Leo's cheeks and forehead, expecting to meet a fever, but instead under his hands there was just cold, clammy skin.

"I don't... I don't feel well..." Leo whined, wrapping an arm around his stomach, "Jon..."

"I got you," Jonah squeezed his nape, "are you done?" he couldn't possibly have more in him, right?"

Leo let out a groan that could mean anything, so Jon forced him to remove the arm from around his belly and threw it around his own shoulders, while Lucas did something similar so they could drag the blonde to the bathroom.

Yet, Leo was completely boneless and not five steps in, his knees gave up again, nearly pulling all three of them down.

"I got him," Vince jumped out of the van, from where they had been watching the scene unfold, Bella and Wendy's head poking out of the doorway.

"I got you, kiddo," he circled Luke, getting Leo's arm wrapped around his shoulders instead of Lucas' and then wrapping an arm around the blonde's knees, lifting him up with a grunt, "where to?" Vince asked in a strained voice.

"Here," Luke led the way, while Jonah was too busy fussing over Leo. He could tell the blonde wasn't feeling well at all, because he didn't complain once at being carried like a damsel.

All four of them spilled into the public bathroom of the gas station. They were lucky it was a big franchise, a normal stop for buses, so the bathroom was huge, with many stalls. Leo let out another groan, pushing at Vin's chest and the other man put him down just in time for Leo to stumble toward the sink and bring up another mouthful of sick.

He let out a pitiful moan, knuckles white on the granite of the sink and Jonah grabbed his bicep to keep him up, rubbing his back, "you're okay baby, just get it up. You'll feel better soon..." he said helplessly. Leo shook his head, his whole face scrunched up.

"My stomach-" he made a little drowning noise in the back of his throat, before gagging fruitlessly.

Jonah let out his own unhelpful little groan, squeezing his nape, "hey, take a deep breath, love..."

Lucas turned on the tap, running his hands under the cold water and using them to wipe at Leo's face, drool and puke be damned. Leo leaned onto his touch, sniffling as if he was about to start crying.

"Jon..."

"I'm right here," Jonah squeezed his arm, mimicking what Luke was doing and planting his cold, humid hand on his boyfriend's overheated nape, "I got you..."

"Vince?" Wendy called from the door, poking her head in for a sec. Vince moved out of the bathroom and once he returned he was holding a plastic water bottle and slippers.

"The girls got you this, kid. Let's get you out of these shoes..."

With much effort Jonah ushered Leo to take a sip of the water, while Vince help him up, so Luke could go and undo his vomit covered laces and remove his shoes, putting his feet into fluffy slippers.

"I don't feel well..." Leo whined, struggling to keep his head up, "I wanna lie down..."

"We're gonna stop at the nearest motel," Jonah promised, wrapping an arm around his waist, "let's go back to the car, okay? You can lie down on the backseat."

"N-no..." Leo frowned, eyes closed. Even when he did manage to open his eyes, they were struggling to focus on anyone, "I'll get sick in the back..."

"We're so past that, baby," Jon rolled his eyes, then nodded at Vince and together they managed to pull Leo back to the car.

"Here," Bella moved forward to help Jonah push him inside, sliding her hands under his arms and hugging the blonde's chest, pulling him in, "I got him, get in."

Jonah obeyed, jumping over his boyfriend — whom he had forgotten was six feet tall — and sliding on one of the seats, so Bella and Wendy could carefully get Leo with his head resting on his lap, before moving to fold his legs.

Leo let out a groan, muffling a burp on Jonah's thigh, "I'm gonna be sick again..."

"Right now?" Jonah frowned and got no answer. Wendy jumped out of the van, while Luke fussed with the gas bomb and Vince slid into the driver's seat, since he was a better driver than Lucas and drove faster.

Wendy returned not even five minutes later, holding a plastic kids' bucket and a bunch of plastic bags, as well as paper napkins. She handed the items to Bella, before switching places with Luke and getting on the passenger seat, so he got in the back and finally the slammed the door closed.

"We're gonna stop in a second, Leo," Lucas promised him and the blonde only let out a groan, eyes squeezed shut and a painful frown one.

"The car.... Smells...." Leo whined after a minute of painful silence and Jonah vaguely heard Vin cursing up in the front, before the windows were rolled down, while Bella passed the bucket to Luke and wet some of the napkins, passing them to Jonah.

"Clean up."

"What?"

She let out a frustrated groan, before moving from her seat and crouching in front of him, wiping his cheek and hands with the wet napkins. It took Jonah a second to realize she was getting rid of the shaving cream, his mind too busy worrying about Leo to even remember that.

He blushed, "oh- Thanks..."

"Oh god," Leo groaned, before pitching forward and almost covering Bella's lap with sick, wasn't it for Luke nearly falling as he shoved the bucket under his mouth.

Jonah cringed, forcing his eyes on Vince's head poking out of the driver's seat headrest and keeping a hand on Leo's trembling back, keeping him steady.

He gagged and coughed for another minute, before slumping back down and Luke took the bucket back, while Jonah glanced down to his boyfriend' sickly face. He was so white that Jon could see just the pattern of veins under his cheek.

Leo let out a little whine, sniffling again and rolled on the seat, so he could press his forehead to Jonah's stomach.

"Try to sleep, baby," Jonah whispered, leaning in to kiss the top of his head. He heard a little moan and nothing else.

In front of him, Bella had already curled back up and was resting her head on Lucas' arm, as he whispered "are you alright?" in her ear and she nodded, sleepily.

Jonah was aware there had been consequences of the brain injury but he had been yet to witness what Lucas had told him, Bella falling asleep after barely being up for two hours.

Jon caught Luke's worried eyes and the other man shrugged, glancing down to Leo with an equally concerned expression. Wordlessly, Jon shook his head, taking some odd comfort in the camaraderie.

It didn't take them long to find a side of the road motel, but still Jonah didn't move, not daring to wake up Leo until everything was sorted.

He watched as Luke quietly pushed Bell off his shoulder, so she was asleep against the window and then he jumped out alongside Wendy and Vin.

In front of Jonah, Bella let out a little sigh, opening her eyes and rubbing, "what...Where...?"

"The motel," Jon cleared up, glancing down and keeping his fingers running through Leo's blonde hair. He wondered if his boyfriend was even asleep, or just trying to stay so still he could ward off the nausea, "Leo?"

A little grunt answered him and Jonah raised his eyebrows, surprised it was the second option, "we're getting a motel room, okay? Just a little longer, baby."

"Okay..." Leo answered, his voice muffled by Jonah's jeans.

Bella was watching him, with a frown between her eyebrows, "this was a stupid idea..." she whispered once Jonah looked up, "I'm sorry."

"It was," Jonah agreed, not feeling one little bit forgiving when Leo was clearly in so much pain. He caught a flash of hurt on Bell's eyes, but she didn't say anything, except for sliding out of her seat and stepping out of the van.

"It's not her fault," Leo groaned, curling up even more, wrapping an arm around his stomach. Jonah opened his mouth to complain, but was interrupted by Leo squeezing his leg, saying "help me sit up."

Sitting up was a challenge on its own, the change of positions causing Leo to sway on the spot and gulp convulsively, cold sweat once again covering his brow.

"Alright," Wendy poked her head inside the car, "we got you a room. Room 203," she dangled the keys before her face, "do you need help? Leo?"

"I can manage," he grumbled, although his voice was thick with queasiness and Jonah wasn't feeling very positive about that.

He jumped out of the car, before grabbing Leo's arm and throwing it around his neck, helping him out too. Wendy guided the way, skipping ahead and they stumbled forward, like a couple of zombies.

Just as they were about to reach the door, Leo let out another groan, squeezing Jon's arm, "wait... Shit, wait..." he leaned forward and Jonah squeezed his arms around him, as Leo gagged and brought up a thin splash of bile all over the gravel.

He dry heaved for another minute, while Wendy unlocked the door and turned up the A/C, disappearing inside.

"You're empty, love," Jonah sighed, ignoring the queasy churn of his own stomach, straightening up his boyfriend, "you're done."

"My belly hurts," Leo's voice sounded like he had chain smoked for 20 years. Jonah's heart squeezed in sympathy, he'd switch places with him if could.

"I know, I know. You'll be laying down soon and I can rub your tummy for you," he promised, causing the corner of Leo's lip to go up.

"My tummy, uh?"

"Shut up," Jonah scoffed, but he couldn't keep the relief out of his voice, hearing his boyfriend sound like himself, "c'mon."

They finally stumbled inside the room and Jonah could've cried at Wendy's forethought of pulling the blankets off the bed, placing the ice bucket near the bedside table and a bunch of water bottles too.

He almost fell in the bed with Leo and the blonde curled up, hiding his face on the pillow. Wendy stepped out of the bathroom, circling the bed quietly and planting a kiss on top of Jonah's curls, since he was sitting on the bed.

"I left some dramamine on the bathroom sink. He can take it if he manages to keep water down at least for twenty minutes," she whispered, "my room with Vin is right next door, 202, just knock on the wall if you need anything."

"Thank you, Dee," Jonah whispered back and she shrugged, stepping out of the room and shutting the door.

Leo let out a sigh, grabbing his wrist, "get in with me."

Jonah obeyed immediately, although he stayed over the covers, big spooning his boyfriend and letting out a worried sigh when Leo muffled a whine against the pillow as he was hugged from behind.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, lips meeting the top of Leo's head. The blonde groaned again.

"I'll answer in three hours," he squirmed, opening his jeans and grabbing Jonah's hand, planting it over his stomach. His abs were flat, more ripped than ever and Jonah carefully stroked over his queasy tummy.

[magnoliacharmed]

Worthy of Her

(not my gif!)

18+, Jeff Hardy x Fem!Reader one shot

[Also available on Archive of Our Own!]

Word count: ~3.2k

Tags: flirting, oral sex (female receiving), condomless sex, cheating (reader is cheating on her boyfriend w/ Jeff), slight angst, reader’s boyfriend is an asshole lmao

Summary: 

Jeff Hardy finally makes his move on you after seeing how badly your boyfriend treats you.

"No, I'm through with this back and forth shit you keep putting me through! I'd rather you leave instead of cheating on me all the damn time."

Your flip phone felt hot against your ear. Or maybe it was your ear that felt hot against your phone? Your mind buzzed with irrelevant thoughts. Anything popped into your mind to keep you distracted from your boyfriend jabbering away on the other end. He was being mean again and starting to yell. His voice sounded tinny over the little speaker and made you have to pull the phone away from your ear.

"Call me back when you wanna act like an adult!" You slammed your phone shut and clomped away from the dark corner you hid yourself in for the call. Your boyfriend was a referee when he bothered showing up for work. It was incredibly embarrassing to have him no-show. Your ambition bothered him enough to make him put his own job at risk for you to look bad. Tonight he didn't show again and Vince McMahon decided to blame you. He screamed in your face for a few minutes before leaving you with hot tears flooding your eyes.

You hated crying in public.

Deep down within you, you knew it wasn't a sign of weakness to cry in front of others. If anything, it could be strong. Letting your feelings go when they couldn't be held in any longer, damn the consequences or reactions was a very powerful act… for everyone else. For yourself? It made you a crybaby. A weakling. A little kid. Those thoughts playing on a loop in your head certainly didn't help your emotional state.

Unrolling the thin toilet paper from the arena's bathroom stall, you delicately patted your tears away from your face. The last thing you wanted to do at that moment was look at yourself in the mirror, but you knew your heavy eye makeup would be smudged. Luckily you'd already done your job as valet for the night so the fans didn't have to see you with raccoon eyes and a streaky foundation face. It was almost worse to have the other wrestlers see you like this instead. At least with the fans you could pretend.

The deep breath that filled your lungs and poofed out of your body with relief grounded you much more than you expected. No more tears. You had to push your personal life to the side for the time being. You faced the sink's mirror and carefully tried to salvage what was left of your makeup. It was a hatchet job you had to admit but nothing a little eyeliner and powder couldn't fix. The thin heels of your strappy sandals click-clacked on the tile floor, each sound filling you with confidence. Both hands pushed the bathroom door open with more pizzazz than necessary. Fuck it! Fake it 'til you make it.

"Quite an exit, darlin'. Or an entrance, maybe?"

Your hand shot up to your chest as you gasped.

"Jesus, Jeff! You scared the shit out of me."

Jeff Hardy was standing by the door of the bathrooms looking very relaxed. He'd been trying his best to not to hover around you since you'd debuted earlier in the year. It was getting harder and harder to stay away though. The one thing that always drove him crazy about you was the smell of your perfume. It was some kind of fancy, expensive scent that seemed like it was created just for you. It wafted in the air whenever you walked by. With you standing so close to him now, chest heaving and eye makeup a mess, the scent was even stronger.

"Sorry, my bad." He chuckled as you began to calm down. You figured if anyone had to see you in this state at least it was Jeff. The past few months you two had flirted with each other casually. A quick wave here and there or a playfully amorous compliment were shared between you two. It never went any further because of your relationship with your boyfriend. Jeff had met him and didn't have too high of an opinion of the man. He ran around acting like a big shot all the time. He tried to make himself the star of the matches. Sometimes Jeff wondered why he hadn't been fired yet. After hearing the tail end of your heated phone call with him it all made sense. You wouldn't let him get fired. No matter how much of a jerk this guy was, you cared about him and didn't want to be the reason he got let go.

Your glossy lips fixed themselves into a pout for a split second. They settled into a slight frown as the sudden burst of energy you had went pop . You didn't have to be "on" with Jeff. As the weeks passed you came to appreciate that about him. His light eyes searched your face and watched the little changes in your expression. You seemed to want to speak up.

"I must look crazy, huh?" You laughed at yourself in a self-defeating kind of way.

"Even if you did, I wouldn't tell you." Jeff moved closer to you. There was a great comfort in that closeness you two shared. It was nice to revel in it after such an upsetting conversation. "What's goin' on?"

"It's just my boyfriend. He's so stupid sometimes! He's got a great job here. A lot of people would kill to do what he does, you know? And what does he do instead of showing up like he's supposed to? He--" You didn't want to admit the last part aloud. He cheats on me. It made you feel like a failure even though it wasn't your fault. You shook your head, not able to complete the sentence. It hung in the air awkwardly.

"I hope you don't mind me sayin' this… but that man of yours is an asshole." Jeff's strong southern accent was always so endearing to you. You felt a little guilty getting turned on by it as often as you did. It was hard not to though, the sweet and occasionally sexually-charged words surrounded in his voice worming into your brain.

Your laugh twinkled around you and your eyes lit up at Jeff, happy to have been distracted by his presence. Without thinking you leaned into him to kiss his cheek, strands of his purple hair brushing by you. Tingles spread through your entire body at the contact. Jeff got overwhelmed at your gloss smudging against his cheek, the scent of your perfume wrapping around him, and your chest rubbing just the slightest against his. It took a lot of restraint to not pull you away into the nearest empty room and put his face between your thighs. Your boyfriend was now not just a nuisance but also an obstacle.

The kiss, as chaste as it was, turned your mood completely around. You broke away from Jeff and gasped.

"What do I have to do to get you to leave him?"

"Jeff--"

"I'm serious. I'll do anything."

"That's sweet of you. Really, it is. There's nothing you can do though."

"Nothin' at all?" Jeff's fingers began to play with the bottom edge of your shirt, the pads gently touching your skin. He reached under the fabric to caress your lower back. The fabric of his mesh shirt scratched a bit at you. His lips played against your neck, light kisses making your head swirl. His body was so warm, so warm that you thought you'd pass out right there.

You knew you needed to speak up and stop this. It wasn't right! You know how you felt when you caught your boyfriend in bed with other women. The way your heart dropped out of your chest every time made you feel guilty about the way Jeff touched you now. But did your boyfriend ever stop to consider your feelings? Did he ever stand up for you? Everything you did for him and he never even said thank you. A soft moan shook you from your thoughts.

"What the fuck is this?"

Your boyfriend seemed to appear from the ether. He stumbled in with his referee uniform wrinkled and a wild look in his eyes. Jeff pulled away from your neck with an excruciating amount of patience. Just as soon as he had you where he wanted you this guy showed up. You got wet at the look of anger on his face. Nervous too, hoping and praying this wouldn't turn into a brawl.

"What does it look like?"

"Jeff!" You breathed, surprised.

"I've been so sick of you, dude. You've been trying to fuck her for a while now and you finally caught her."

"Don't you have somethin' better to do like skipping out on work and fucking ring rats?"

Oh God, you thought. Alarm bells sounded off in your head. As nice as it was to be defended like this you didn't want to cause trouble.

Your boyfriend's wild gaze moved to you. His sweaty face moved into yours with shifty eyes assessing you deeply. With the way he was breathing you thought he was on the verge of a heart attack.

"Now you're telling all of our business. To him." His rough grip on your arm shocked you.

Just as soon as you began to worry about how close he was, his grip was released from you abruptly. A loud slam against the wall knocked the wind out of the sweaty man. Your eyes widened at the sight of him slumped against the floor. Jeff rammed him into the wall faster than you could blink.

"Don't you ever grab her like that again." Jeff growled into your boyfriend's face. He roughly pushed the man over onto his side.

You were at a loss for words. Your eyelids blinked continuously, tears once again welling up in you. This time though it wasn't from anger or sadness. Jeff's physical display of defense for you made you happier than you imagined. Your boyfriend looked pathetic lying on the floor. It finally began to click that he was a weak excuse of a man. Jeff had been around to support you like your boyfriend should have been doing this whole time. Jeff was more caring than your boyfriend had ever been and the two of you barely knew each other. Jeff's face contorted at the sight of your tears. He knew he shouldn't have handled your boyfriend like that.

"Honey, I'm sorry for that. I hope you're not too upset with me. I can call the doctor around for him." Jeff waved away the man on the floor.

"Upset?" Your bewilderment at yourself was rising. How could you be upset? "Jeff… I'm in awe. You did that for me."

"You deserve it. He doesn't know what a prize he's got." No longer angry, Jeff stared at you with an undeniable amount of lust in his eyes.

"Stay with me tonight." You returned his look. "I need you to stay with me tonight."

Jeff nodded his head. A production assistant broke the moment up by tapping him on the shoulder, not sparing more than a second at the slumped man on the floor.

"You're on in five, Jeff."

He let himself get pulled away from you, turning his head behind him to catch another long look at you.

---

The ride up in the hotel elevator was dead silent. The sexual charge between you and Jeff was palpable. The two of you stood side by side with each other, fingers almost touching more than once. Your emotions came and went in waves. Bouncing between guilt, anger, happiness, being horny, embarrassment was getting to be a little much. Jeff on the other hand had one thing on his mind. His eyes roamed along your body as you fidgeted around. The ding of the elevator made you rush forward and leave him behind. You so anxiously wanted to unlock your room door and let him have his way with you.

You frantically unlocked the door. Jeff's erection pressed into your backside impatiently. Your brain whited out at the feeling of it. It had been a long time since a man had displayed such powerful feelings towards you that you had forgotten what it was like. To be wanted so strongly could be scary.

The door clicked open. The both of you almost fell on the floor with the way you rushed in. Frantic hands roamed all over your body. For Jeff, feeling every inch of you was his dream come true. You pushed him off of you with little force.

"Close your eyes."

Jeff didn't hesitate, lids shutting closed in an instant. Him listening to you so easily turned you on even further. There were no big arguments with him. You stripped out of what little clothing you wore. The thin fabric of your shirt hit the floor first and was followed up by your tight shorts and lace bra. You left on your lacy underwear as a surprise for him.

"Open 'em."

Jeff's eyes shot open and stayed wide at the sight of you. You were gorgeous. He knew this already of course, but seeing you in all of your glory in front of him reaffirmed it. He approached you slowly. There was a deliberate attempt at trying to restrain himself. You appreciated that. A part of you wanted to scream at him that it was okay, it was okay if he just ripped your panties off and took you right there. Instead though you took advantage of having a man be so patient with you.

Jeff's arms wrapped around your waist. He pushed you down onto the bed gently to lay his head against your stomach. For a second he rested there to take you all in. The motions of your breathing both calmed him down and made him harder. His face being so close against you again was out of this world. He hadn't even done anything to you yet and you were on the verge of coming.

Your fingers tangled into his brightly dyed hair. The way he styled himself was so cool to you. The first time you ever spoke to him was to compliment his facial hair, some intricately patterned affair that was different whenever you saw him. He played it cool at your words. After you had disappeared from him though, he wore his brother down singing your praises. You'd finally talked to him and the first thing you'd said was a compliment. From that moment on he decided that he'd get you one day.

While you had gotten lost in your mind Jeff had pulled your panties down from you. You were open to him now. Your legs spread apart easily at his touch and your heart pumped a million miles a minute the closer his face moved into you. Those light eyes looked up at you the entire time his tongue began to move around you. Just with the simple movements of his tongue slowly licking up your outer lips you moaned more loudly than you had in years. Man, were you deprived. Humming noises escaped your mouth as he kissed your inner thighs before moving to your clit. Your fingers clenched more tightly than you expected at the roots of his hair as his tongue swirled anxiously around you. Your eyes shot around your head looking for a spot to rest your vision on the ceiling above you. They finally tired themselves out and your lids shut.

A deep pressure began to build below your stomach. It had been a long time since you'd felt it. Being fully engulfed between you, the scent and wetness of you taking over every sense of him made Jeff dig his nails into your hips and push your body further into his face. Your own fingers clenched the covers beneath you. Jeff's hand released itself from your hips and grabbed at one of your hands. The two of you interlocked fingers as he took you through one of the most intense orgasms you'd ever felt. Stars danced at the edge of your vision. Your voice called his name out over and over.

"Oh my God," You couldn't stop repeating yourself. Those three words just couldn't help but to keep falling out of you. Jeff pushed his pants off and threw his shirt on the floor. He was so handsome in the throes of lust. You breathed deeply at the feeling of him pressing his body weight against you. You returned his earlier favor of his lips against your neck by pressing yours against his. There was an all encompassing hunger that took you over now and it made you want to mark him up. You wanted everyone to know that you were with him. He could sense this feeling from you and let you leave a deep hickey on his neck. You nipped a bit at him when he entered you with a slow thrust. As badly as he wanted to push into you with his full length, he paced himself. The two of you had the whole night.

"Oh darlin'," He whispered in your ear. "I've been waitin' for you."

You were filled to the hilt. Something primal was gathering up in you. You wanted to scream at feeling this good. It wasn't fair that this is what you had been missing out on. You kept your eyes shut for fear of overstimulation. The feeling of your walls being massaged so perfectly was incredible. You whimpered with every thrust and the slow pace of him. You knew his eyes were staring a hole through your head but you just couldn't bring yourself to open them.

"Open your eyes for me. Please," His words came out so sweet that you instantly focused on him. It was hard to deny him. There were no regrets at opening them up. He began to move at a quicker pace from seeing you locked on to him. Your eyes shut again for a moment at the sensation. Jeff was bringing you to your peak again.

His own orgasm was approaching him too. The feel of your body against his, the way you responded to him, the inevitably dark hickey you left on him were getting him close. You were finally his and he was finally yours. The noises the two of you made were obscene. Your arms wrapped around his back and pressed him as close to you. Being pressed so deeply into the bed felt like floating on cloud nine.

As soon as it became too much to bear, you snapped. A crashing wave of pleasure overtook you. Your breathing was labored as every muscle in your body tightened and released. The stars from earlier now fully prickled your vision. The only thing you saw above you were Jeff's own eyes among the stars. Jeff's released inside of you as soon as you came, his chest heaving against you. Something inside you was elated that he didn't pull out. He let himself cover your insides fully.

Together you began to breathe in sync. Jeff collapsed on top of you and then rolled over onto his back to stare up at the ceiling. You were heaven on earth for him. Your hand rested on his chest to feel his heartbeat. It was beginning to slow down. His eyelids were droopy.

"I can--" Jeff yawned. "Stay here? Tonight?"

"Yes," you whispered. "Stay with me."

[ashwhowrites]

(Waiting patiently on the edge of my seat for the groupie pt 3♥️) Can I request a smutty/angst Eddie x reader where Eddie and reader have been seeing each other behind reader’s boyfriend’s back. Eddie finds out her boyfriend mistreats her and wants her to leave him but she’s scared of what might happen. Angst prompts 10 & 34 pleeeeaaaase

Definitely. I love pain :)

Groupie part 3 will be a bit longer so keep waiting!!

⚠️it's gonna hurt, abuse is mentioned

Smut 18+

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.”

“You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me!”

She never should have allowed herself to fall in love with Eddie. She knew it could only end badly for everyone involved. But it mostly ends badly for her.

When she first met Eddie it was actually through her boyfriend. Apparently they worked together at the mechanic shop. She was bringing lunch to her boyfriend when she met a new face.

"Eddie Munson." He smiled sticking his hand out for her to shake.

She was caught off by the fire that burned when their palms met.

"Y/F/N" with a smile of her own.

~~

When she went home that day that smile of his wouldn't leave her head. She thought of his eyes and hair.

She brought her boyfriend lunch every day, slight excitement building in her when she would leave the house. Excited to see Eddie again.

~~

One day her boyfriend was sick, but Y/N still made lunch and brought it to the shop, this time for the boy who's been stuck in her mind.

"Y/N? Vince isn't here today." Eddie said as he sat at the front desk.

"I know but you are." She smiled as she handed the bag over to him, watching a smile light up his face.

"you brought me lunch?" He asked, a slight blush covering his cheeks.

"of course. I figured it's unfair to always bring it in for Vince and never for you." She smiled brightly.

"well thank you very much."

~~

After that she slowly found herself wanting to be closer to him. Secretly liking when Vince couldn't make it to work, allowing her and Eddie to talk alone.

She was learning more about him over every lunch. It might have been stupid, but she gave him her number. Letting him know she won't take it personally if he doesn't text.

But he did

And they haven't stopped texting since.

~~

And that's when she felt herself catching feelings for him. She knew she wasn't supposed to like him but she did.

~~

He knew it was dumb, and that he should have never asked but he still did it.

"want to maybe grab some dinner? My treat for all the lunches you bring me ;) "

Maybe he should have deleted the wink before he sent it. He shouldn't be asking out a coworkers girlfriend to dinner.

"as in a date? ;)"

The reply caught him off guard. It definitely shouldn't have been a date, but the wink had him rethinking that.

"if you want it to be"

~~

They met at a bar, sharing appetizers and pitchers of beer.

Getting more drunk as the night went on.

"you are so incredibly gorgeous, do you know that?" He whispered as his hand landed on her knee.

Against her better judgement she leaned into his touch. Resting her own hand on top of his.

"thank you Eddie." She whispered just as quietly, blushing underneath his stare.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or the look in his eyes but she found herself leaning towards him further. Lips seconds away from tasting his. She was just one small movement away, eyes closed preparing to feel his lips, but then she didn't. She snapped her open to see Eddie pulling away

"shit no. We can't." He said

Embarrassment filled her, rejection sobering her up quick

"oh God. I'm so sorry. That was so stupid" She squeaked out as she gathered all her things

"wait no, just wait." Eddie tried but she was running out the door.

He tried to catch her, hot on her heels but she got into a cab and was gone.

"fuck" he sighed as he kicked the nearest wall.

~~

She never texted him back, too embarrassed. She went home and sobered up with shame in her bones. She tried to kiss her boyfriend's coworker. She made it a date. When in the hell was wrong with her?

~~

He sent countless texts to her phone

"can we talk?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you run off"

"look please talk to me"

"I wanted to kiss you too"

She looked at the last text multiple times. But it was wrong. It was wrong for how it made her heart race and face flushed.

She quickly deleted the text.

Refusing to see Vince for the last few days. Guilt eating her alive.

~~

She hasn't returned to the shop with lunch in a week. Still embarrassed to show her face to Eddie.

But when Vince called asking for his medicine, she knew she had to bring it. She stopped at his house and grabbed the bottle.

Nervously she drove the whole way to the shop. Praying to any God that was listening for Eddie to not be there.

She tapped the smell bell at the front and waited on her heels. Relief filling her bones when Vince popped out.

"hey baby." He said and kissed her cheek. She tried not to flinch at his rough grip on her waist.

~~

Apparently she wasn't successful because Eddie noticed it when he walked past the front. Eyes watching her closely as she tried to lean away from Vince's touch, hurriedly running out the door.

~~

Y/N was successful in avoiding Eddie. It's been two weeks since he rejected her at the bar. And two weeks since she deleted his texts.

She slowly got back into the routine of things with Vince, trying not to be so suspicious of her behavior.

But apparently her luck had a time limit.

Because as she sat at the table in the restaurant, wearing her sexiest dress, she did expect Eddie Munson in a tux to sit across from her.

~~

Eddie wanted to bang his head into a wall. Hearing Vince bragged about the reservation he got at the fanciest restaurant in town. Eddie felt jealous knowing he was taking Y/N there on a date.

A date he shouldn't even be jealous of, because he was not supposed to like her.

Then Eddie felt anger filling his veins as he watched Vince flirt with a girl at the front desk. The clock was ticking, he was meant to be at that restaurant 30 minutes ago.

"Vince I'll take it from here. Go leave for your date." Eddie tried to help but Vince scoffed and waved him off.

Lying about not knowing anything about a date as he winked towards the girl.

Eddie couldn't believe his eyes.

Eddie had two choices: beat Vince's ass or go to the restaurant.

Eddie picked her

~~

"is this seat taken?" He smiled as she looked up. Shock taking over her features.

She smiled and welcomed him to sit.

Eddie tried not to stare at how amazing she looked in her black tight dress. Licking his lips as he scanned her head to toe as he sat.

She noticed him staring and blushing. Slightly pushing her arms under her boobs to push them up a tad bit further. His eyes catching the action.

"he's standing me up right?" She sighed. Eddie hated the way her eyes went down to her drink, playing with the straw wrapper.

"caught up at work." He slightly lied but she wasn't dumb.

"Let me guess, a blonde with huge tits showed up?" She laughed, even though nothing about it was funny.

Eddie's silence was all she needed to know she was right.

It hurt Eddie to know she knew exactly what Vince was doing before she was even told.

"does he do this a lot?" He asked quietly, hand reaching for hers. Her eyes snapped to his hand that was burning her skin.

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Eddie." She sighed, starting to stand up.

"now where are you going?" Eddie asked as he gripped her hand harder. She looked at him confused.

"home?"

"no uh babe. I took this tux out of the back of my closet, it's getting a good use tonight so sit your lovely ass down and let's eat."

Another moment she should have said no and walked away.

But she sat down, a smile on her face.

~~

"This is me." She sighed out as Eddie walked her up to the front door of her house.

"um Eddie I just wanted to say I'm sorry for trying to kiss you that other night. And thank you for making me not feel like a total loser tonight." She laughed, looking at her high heels.

Eddie shoved his hands in his pockets.

"one- don't apologize for the kiss. I was sending signals for it. And you deserve someone who shows up for you. Especially in a dress like that." He whistled as she blushed to the floor.

"this is probably stupid, but do you want to come in?" She asked

"this is probably even more stupid, but yes I would."

~~

Now they sat close on her couch. His arm was thrown over the back of her couch, legs spread wide.

She sat tucked into his side with a glass of wine in her hand. Trying to avert her eyes away from his thick thighs

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but Eddie knew he could.

So he thought fuck it.

"If you tried to kiss me again, I wouldn't move away this time." He whispered as he turned his head, staring right into her eyes.

He could see the desire and lust swimming around. Just seconds of overflowing.

She wanted it and he wanted it.

Vince didn't appreciate her but she knew Eddie could.

So she thought fuck it.

She slammed her wine on the table and climbed on his spread legs. Straddling his lap as she smashed her lips onto his.

He moaned at her taste and placed his large hands on her back. Smashing her into him further. He pinched her ass and used the surprise to slip his tongue into her mouth.

His tongue was so warm and wet. Massaging against hers in ways she's never felt. Her brain was telling her it was all wrong. But her body was already grinding on him. Her body was moaning as she felt him grow hard underneath her.

Eddie pulled away breathless, smiling at her smudged red lipstick.

"you're so fucking hot." He moaned as his lips attached themselves to her neck

"Eddie." She moaned as she pulled away.

She stared at him for a few seconds. Debating if she was really going to do this. She was going to destroy a relationship, become a cheater.

But looking at his lips smeared with her lipstick, his eyes were huge and dark. Hair messed up from her fingers. The way he looked already fucked out had her thighs clenching

Fuck it- she's a cheater

"fuck me Eddie" she whined, standing up and unzipping her dress.

Eddie sucked on his bottom lip as she stripped in front of him. Her hands teased her skin as she trailed her fingertips around her breasts.

He palmed himself over his dress pants. Groaning at the small relief he felt as he watched her slowly unclip her bra. Next removing her underwear.

She stood naked in front of him

Eddie scooted to the edge of the couch, face to face with her lower stomach. He kissed her naked skin.

Lifting a leg over his shoulder, now face to face with her wet cunt.

"so gorgeous baby." He moaned as he slowly rubbed her outer lips, teasing her.

She whined as she dug her hands into his curls. She felt so vulnerable being naked in front of him while he was still dressed in a suit. It made her drip.

Eddie kissed the skin on her thighs that laid next to his head.

"eds please." She begged, rocking her hips closer to his face.

He nodded and licked a stripe from her hole all the way to her clit. She shuddered at the action, scrunching his hair tightly. He barely touched her and she felt like she needed to come undone.

He kitten licked her clit, small circles with his tongue before shoving his tongue into her hole.

"oh yes." She whined, feeling his tongue inside of her. She was trying to hold on to Eddie tight to not fall over.

Eddie replaced his tongue with his fingers. Shoving two deep into her cunt, scissoring in and out. All while keeping his mouth on her clit.

The louder she moaned the harder he went with his fingers. He was fingering her as fast as he could.

His own hips rocked into the air as he felt how wet she was. His fingers covered in her. The sounds of her wet pussy taking in his fingers had him leaking in his boxers.

When he snuck in a third finger she was seconds away from screaming. Her knee buckling as she tried to stay up. Eddie placed his free hand on her hip, trying to stabilize her.

He removed his mouth from her cunt

"you look so gorgeous like this baby." He meant it too. He's never felt his cock this hard in his life. Watching her body thrash in place, stomach huffing up and down. Her tits moving slightly when she'd rock her hips into his fingers.

"please eat me out Eddie. Eat my pussy."

He growled at her words. Diving back into her cunt. Sucking and licking everywhere. Making it as wet and loud as he could.

His fingers curving up to hit her spongy spot that had her thighs shaking.

"IM GONNA CUM!" she screamed. Eddie used his nose to nod on her clit. Returning to eating her out like he was starved. Refusing to come up for air until she finished.

She came with a silent scream, hips rocking into his face as she yanked his head closer. His head burned but he didn't care. Eyes looking up at her as she orgasmed. He moaned pathetically at how beautiful she looked, hips humping the air.

He cleaned her up, using his tongue to shove some of her cum back in her.

"Jesus fuck." She gasped out. Planting both feet on the ground but placing her hands on Eddie's shoulders to steady herself.

She smiled down at him. His hair was even more fucked up and his mouth was soaked in her.

"that was the hottest thing I've ever seen." Eddie laughed as he slapped her ass. Her moan cut off her laugh.

"I need to fuck you baby." He said as he worked to undo his belt but her hand stopped him.

"fuck me in my bed please?" She asked as she held out her hand.

Eddie smiled and threw her over his shoulder, she screamed in surprise.

"lead me the way." He declared as he raced through the house.

~~

After that she couldn't ignore his texts.

Especially the texts that had her sneaking a hand in her panties.

Or the texts that made her giggle.

Or the texts that made her heart beam with love.

~~

Eddie couldn't get her out of his head. They've been sneaking around for two months now and he couldn't get enough.

But he wanted more. He wanted Y/N to himself.

"Eddie, boys are going to the bar want to come?" Vince asked as he cleaned off his hands.

"no. I've got plans." Eddie answered as he threw on his jacket heading to his car

"a hot date?" Vince teased

"something like that"

~~

Eddie parked down the block from her house before running to the door. Knocking impatiently. The second she opened the door he was on her. Kicking the door closed behind him as he smashed his lips on her.

"I've been thinking about you all day." She moaned as her hands ripped off his grease stained shirt

"like what baby?" He gasped out as her fingers teased the top of his boxers.

"how bad I want that cock in my throat." She got on her knees and tugged down his pants and boxers.

Biting her lip at the sight of his hard and red cock.

She wasted no time and sucked him slowly. Taking him in a bit at a time.

"take all of it. I know you can." He grunted through his teeth, trying his best not to force her down his cock.

She ended up gagging and choking on it anyways

~~

Once they hit the third month, Eddie wanted her only or to be out.

His heart couldn't take it when he'd see them together.

He hated when she'd talk on the phone while Eddie sat next to her.

He knew he was signing up for this but it was starting to hurt too much.

~~

So he stopped it.

"I can't do this anymore. I need you to leave him. Be with me. I know you are happier with me." He pleaded

"Eddie I can't. You don't understand what he would do if he found out." She tried to explain

"no you always say that and I just shut up but I can't anymore. I love you and I know you love me too. So be with me. We will figure it out together."

"Eddie stop! If he found out he'd try to kill you, actually kill you. I can't let him hurt you." She tried to reason with him. Keeping Eddie safe was the only thing she could do.

"But we can run away! He will never find us."

"yes he will Eddie. He has found me before! He beat me badly last time. We can't do this."

"can't or you just won't?" He snapped

"Eddie it's not like that. If I could you know I would" she cried. Tears now flew down her face faster than she could catch them. She reached for his hand but he yanked it away from her.

"then we are over." He said as he stood up, walking to her door.

"EDDIE NO DON'T DO THIS." she screamed running after him. Standing in front of her door.

"Y/N move , You could’ve left! You could’ve run away with me! You are doing this to yourself." He demanded. Holding in his own tears.

“Tell me you don’t want to leave. Say I’m enough to make you stay. I know it’s not true, but please just say it.” she begged, dropping to her knees

"I don't feel like lying tonight, Y/N."

She felt like she was choking on her own tears. No air was making it to her lungs. She silently watched as he opened the door and walked out. Never once looking behind him.

~~

Eddie hasn't seen her in three weeks.

Three horrible weeks and he barely felt like he was holding on. She called every day many times but he never picked up. Last night she called for the last time.

When he finally returned to work he noticed Vince was more pissed off than usual.

But Eddie ignored him.

He noticed that Y/N left a message with her latest call, something she hadn't done. He headed outside and listened to it closely.

Hey Eddie,

I finally did it! I left him. I tried to call you to tell you but you obviously don't want to talk to me. Which is fine, I totally get it. I haven't left too far yet, a part of me is still holding on to you, on to the thought of us. I keep calling because I want to ask you to come with me, super hypocritical of me I know. Asking you to leave with me when I couldn't even do it. I'm leaving for California today. I'm not sure why I'm still calling. I think you not answering my past ten calls should be a sign. I'm sorry Eddie. I really am. I was so scared of what he could do to me or to you. I tried to leave him before, the night we first kissed I told him. He beat me for hours and threatened to kill you if I ever left. I promise I just wanted to keep you safe. If I could have left with you the first time I saw you, I would have. But thank you. You reminded me what it was like to fall in love. To feel loved and desired. That's something he could never take anyway from me. I love you Eddie Munson, goodbye."

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[rzyraffek]

Hi hi!! I’m here to request something with my bbg Vincent Sinclair! your thingy doesn’t exactly specify which slashers, so I think I’ll ask for Vincent and Michael Myers just so u have an idea u can write abt if you don’t know the other!!

Okay okay, so what about a reader with a bad attitude? So for Vince, I would assume that their relationship starts with the reader defending Vincent from Bo. Like, Bo just starts calling Vincent names (like the mean truck man he is >:[) and Vincent is just taking it, then the reader steps between the two twins and just starts BURNING Bo with every insult they have.

“Oh, he’s the freak? Well at least he knows how to keep his mouth shut and isn’t asking everyone with a *female anatomy* to *adult fun* every ten seconds.” or something vicious like that-

and Vincent is just dumbfounded that someone has the balls to speak up against Bo.

and for Michael, same thing, but the reader is just being so mean when he starts chasing them! Like, they try to hide behind a door and they make sure that Michael saw them, so when he opens the door, the reader just flips him off and kicks him away from the door really harshly-

or, just being really really hard to catch. Like if they climb somewhere high and he can’t get to them, the reader just sticks their tongue out and flips him off again with the snarkiest attitude!!

anyways, that’s all I gots for now! Feel free to ignore this lol, but if you don’t directly respond to this ask but do use the idea, I ask that u credit me!

u look lovely today, and I hope u have an amazing night/evening/morning/day!

<3

First of all, for some reason I got no notification that somone requested anything and I have no clue how long it was sitting in my inbox. Second of all thats great idea cuz in most of fics reader is always very meow meow shy uwu bebi, which is sometimes annoying tbh, they should be rude sometimes. Requests open

Slashers with badass s/o

Vincen Sinclair

Bros used to this kind of treatment, name calling, mean words, yelling ect

This relationship started by s/o just simply asking Vincent if he's alright after Bo yelled at him

Any kind of affection makes him blush like teenager girl after watching twilight for first time

In his free time he will just hold s/o hand and walk behind them like lost puppy

Imagine: "yo vinc get over here you lazy ass" vincent:😰🏃 "well BO maybe if you stopped acting like such drama queen and get rid of this nasty ass attitude then MAYBE people will start helping you without fear of losing a limb or sanity?" 🧍🧍‍♂️

Tbh the only reason that Bo didn't commit murder on s/o is that vincent is actually very happy now and even that Bo is a horrible human being he doenst want his bro completely emo

Lack of ideas so im just going to put some mean words to Bo here

"Dont worry vincent, hes just jealous cuz he cant hold conversation with women for more than 4seconds without scaring them to death. litteraly"

"Aw baby dont be sad, just compare your hair routine with his. Im surprised hes not bald to be honest"

Live laugh love Vincent

"Nonono dont be upset, how about we draw together huh? Can you go pass me crayons from your workplace😇i totaly wont whoop your brother while you are away"

If s/o is just rude to Bo face, Vincent will be so so happy that they protect him but so so worried that s/o is about to evaporate due to Bo anger issues

"You calling him a freak? Better look who has stable relationship and lack of anger issues L bozo"

Also now Vince is 24/7 with her bcs not only shes great, protects him and provides comfort🥰

Micheal Myers

"AHAHAH looozer can't climb the ladder? Yo old as hell man go to retirement home"

S/o calling him granma to bully him

"Yo man stop begin such stalker or im going go call yo sister (in some versions laurie is his sister if u dont agree just ignore this part lol) and she gonna beat you up

Micheal spawning behind her, inside her house:🧍 "😨 yo sup Myers wacha got there? A a knife? Eee cool cool"🏃

"If you have such blood-lust go kill rats in my basement they keep stealing my food"

🧍 Myers emoji

Im sorry if its unfunny or boring I watched house of wax when it came out so like long time ago and I kinda forgor vincent and bo personalities. And Myers personality is basicly 🧑‍🦯old man

[hannahhook7744]

Hey Little Hope Fandom!

I'm trying to make a list of hobbies and info about The Clarkes (Plus Vince) and need a bit help.

If I missed anything let me know in the comments down below.

Here's what I got so far.

James:

Born on April 8, 1929.

Died on January 17, 1972.

Factory Worker at Ravenden Textiles Factory.

Worked with Vince.

Married Anne at 19.

He adopted all 4 of the kids.

He likes sports and darts.

May have had a bit of a drinking problem.

His middle name started with T.

42 when he died.

Has a temper.

Didn't approve of Tanya and Vince dating.

Worried about the factory closing alot and thought the kids would be fine, though he did tell Anthony to look out for Megan due to Anne's worrying.

Anne:

Born on February 12, 1931

Died on January 17, 1972.

Married James at 17.

40 when she died.

Was unable to have biological children.

Worried about the kids alot. Megan especially.

Didn't approve of Tanya and Vince dating.

Had a book on parenting.

Was frustrated with James.

Looked to the reverend for help after reaching her wit’s end with Megan. 

Tanya:

Born on August 22, 1949.

Died on January 17, 1972.

22  when she died.

Middle name started with A.

Hated Little Hope and wanted to get away.

Practiced Paganism. 

Dated Vince Barnes.

Yelled at Megan for playing with matches once.

Poured coffee on a handsy guy at work.

Was a waitress. 

Had coworkers named Murray and Jeannie.

Painted stars on a tire swing with her dad when she was ten. 

Liked Jewelry. 

Gets frustrated easily.

Owned a diary.

Was miserable at home.

Calls Megan M and a living hell.

Drunk whiskey before.

Likes bowling and burgers.

Might have shared a room with Megan.

Dennis:

Born on April 29th,1951.

Died on  January 17, 1972.

Was 20 when he died.

His middle name started with F. 

Didn’t trust Vince.

Was a band guitarist.

Had tons of records and was a big fan of music.

He might have been adopted first.

Also may have been a thief based on a one off joke but maybe not.

Calls Megan bigfoot.

His band had posters.

He participated in a concert. 

His band was a rock band.

Played rugby and maybe football.

He won several awards. 

Anthony:

Was born on either 1953 or 1954. Exact date is unknown.

18 at the time of the fire.

Became a bus driver after his family died.

Is depressed and suicidal. 

Tanya calls him ‘Mr. Knight in Shining Armor’.

Was annoyed with his parents’ fighting and his dad’s drinking as well as with how everyone treated Megan.

He resents Megan after their family’s deaths. 

Built a doll in jail to remember Megan by.

Got burnt in the fire.

Was the second youngest of the family.

May have a fear of being left behind and might feel left out by his family.

Is traumatized after the fire.

Was fond of the witch trials.

Has mental health issues.

Was blamed for the fire.

Was helpful to the family.

Got along great with Vince before the fire.

Shared a room with Dennis.

His middle name was not revealed.

Played darts and may have played baseball or basketball.



Megan:

Born on June 16th,1960.

Died on January 27th, 1972.

Was 11, almost 12, when she died.

Her middle name started with R.

She was a problem child.

She had a history of playing with matches.

Was called M and the little princess by Tanya,

She was resented by a lot of people in the family.

Was mentored by the reverend for months.

Was the youngest.

Had a doll.

Became rebellious and felt like her family didn’t care about her.

May have read Tanya’s diary.

Watches tv.

Is called Big foot by Dennis. 

Has mental health issues or may be able to talk to ghosts.

Was scared of the reverend.

Art was her best subject.

Had a C average and had an F in history, writing, science, and physical education.

Was resentful towards her parents.

Vince:

Factory Worker at Ravenden Textiles Factory.

Worked with James.

Has a temper.

Tanya’s boyfriend.

Has a nice car everyone is jealous of.

Likes whiskey, western movies, burgers, and bowling. 

Plays dumb but is actually really smart.

Practiced Paganism. 

Never got over Tanya and drank a lot after her death. 

Got in trouble at work because of it.

Visits little hope after it closed down in 1979.

Wasn’t that much older than Tanya based on his looks.

Became depressed after Tanya died.

Abandoned his car after carving a sun into it and rides a creaky bike.

Took care of Tanya’s grave.

Got along with Anthony before the fire.

He drinks the brand of beer ‘singing nickel’. 

Played pool/darts with Anthony before.

If you can think of any hobbies I missed let me know please. I'm trying to write some fics and want a better feel on the characters and would hate to miss something. Please and thank you. Even if it's just one off things the characters have said when Anthony was hallucinating them.

[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (II.7)

VII. Cupid

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: It was already Valentine’s day 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, this chapter contains a little scene of minors drinking alcohol (they stole some eggnog), might miss some warnings 

Wordcount: 2,4 k

Notes: Just get swimming, just keep swimming

“I told you yesterday I didn’t know who it was!”, said Draco frowning he then looked at the one he thought was his best friend, “for a second I thought it was Basilik”

“Basilik? really?”, asked Crabbe

“Yes but she doesn’t have the nerve to do this, she won’t admit it to me, but she doesn’t care about muggle borns in that way”

“What do you mean?”, asked Goyle

“She cares too much for people and animals and things, she wouldn’t be capable of doing something like this”, he said with a small smile

Your likeness entered the room with a confused look on her face, looking around

“There you are!”, Draco said, “I came back looking for you, couldn’t find you”, he said frowning

“Sorry”, she mumbled

“You sound strange”, he muttered 

“What are you talking about?”, she asked 

“About who the heir of Slytherin is”, Draco tried to communicate with her with only his eyes, referring to the conversation they had late at night 

“Oh”, she said simply

“And I don’t know who that is”

“But you must have some idea”, she tried, Draco frowned

“I told you last night I didn’t!”, he said, already losing his short patience, “what’s the matter with everyone today?”

“My money is on Matthew”, whispered Giyle

“No he isn’t!”, called Draco, “he would have told me”, he said frowning, he then looked at his best friend, “but my father told me this, last time the chamber was opened, a mudblood died…”

As Draco turned to gaze at something in one of the tables, “Crabbe”, “Goyle” and “Basilik” looked at each other with wide-eyed expressions

The boys took too long finding the common room, and Hermione took to long finding you, so they started turning back pretty quickly

When they realized it, they bolted out of Slytherin’s common room

“where were you?”, Ron asked Hermione

“I couldn’t find her, and then I got lost I couldn’t find the common room”

You were running, scared out of your life away from the bathroom, turning a corner you slammed into Granger, both falling to the floor scandalously

“What are you doing down here?”. you asked angrily, the only room around was the common room, they all looked at you alarmed

“Why do you care?”, muttered Weasley. You looked behind them in the direction of the bathroom, but didn’t say anything

They all run off like scared little rats

You trotted back to the common room, running down the stairs and almost tripping, buy your adrenaline was still through the roof 

“Draco!”, you called desperately, as you entered the common room, there he was, sitting comfortably on one of the sofas, when he looked at you, he frowned

“Where did you run off to?”, he asked

“Draco! the weirdest thing happened!”, you cried, “I was in the bathroom, and I… I think I fainted or something… when I woke up…”

“What are you talking about?”, he asked, “you were just here!”, he said, “you ran off with Vince and Greg”

“No I wasn’t!”, you claimed, “I woke up on the bathroom floor!”, you cried

“What?”, asked Matthew, coming back from his own room

“I was in the bathroom, I fainted, I woke up on the floor!”, you explain, “and then I heard this weird sound, there was something outside of the bathroom and…”, by the look on their faces, they may not even believe you 

You didn’t even knew what you saw

“Are you alright?”, Draco asked then, seeing you so confused and scared

“Yes”, you relented

“Hey, I stole some eggnog from the teacher’s table”, muttered Matthew, giving you a goblet

“Thanks”, you stole a sip and almost spittied out, it tasted sweet but had a sharp edge to it.

But it did make you relax, you cuddled against Draco on the couch as they kept talking, joking, Greg and Goyle appeared shortly after you, claiming they woke up in a broom closet

The difference is that Draco paid them no mind because they… were not very smart, they got very confused at times and they weren’t the brightest, so, Draco just dismissed them and say they ate too much they just fell asleep

You also ate too much, but you didn’t just fall asleep, you couldn’t just fall asleep while on your feet, could you?

What if you dreamt it all? for your own sake, and the one of your friends, you decided to wipe it all under the rug

Even though you couldn’t shake the feeling that Potter, Weasley and Granger where behind it

What were they doing down there? it seemed so suspicious, you knew you didn't fall asleep, something happened to you, but you didn’t want to give Draco more reasons to hate the trio, and even if they did something, nobody saw them in your common room, so…

They didn’t do anything, anything that you could prove

Classes resumed soon, and you have had fun weeks with your friends, but it was even more fun when they came back, Pansy, Daphne, MIlicent and Tracy

You had enjoyed the castle at is most quiet, and it was a bit overwhelming when they all came back, one day to the next

Class resumed but you could see teachers were nervous, even though Lockheart would tell to anyone in ear’s reach that he was the reason the attacks had stopped, that he was closing in on the culprit and that is why they decided to stop

But all students were no longer afraid of you, Slytherins, but they were afraid of Potter, they saw him and they almost ran on the opposite direction, scared that he would petrified them

He was near you when you heard that huge thing on the first floor bathrooms… made sense, didn’t it?

But the part that didn’t make sense to you, was why would he attack muggleborns? He seemed to like them, one of his best friends was one.

But you didn’t want to spend any minute of your day thinking about Potter, Flint, Adrian and the others had returned, which meant that you were called in for practice

There was still snow on the ground, sometimes even falling front he skies, Flint got you all some cool goggles so the snow, wind and rains wouldn’t get in your eyes

Even though it was a muddy mess and nobody could save you from that

A match with Hufflepuff was coming, and you were very much looking forward to it.

“We are not scoring 150 points to cover your ass Malfoy so you better get to it”, theatrened Flint as you walked into the pitch.

You looked up and you found Matthew, Greg and Goyle watching, Milicent and Pansy, they waved at you and you waved back.

You concentrated on Draco in this training, as you were one of the fastest, you both competed for the snitch

You had to give it to him, that little thing is too small and quick, and it's hard to even see it, let alone catch it

Draco beat you to it, but it was fun

You preferred being chaser though, and that made you even happier

January flew by and now it was February. There haven't been any more attacks, and you were almost relieved, was this the end of it?

You hoped so.

Lockheart, in his ramblings about him being the reason the attacks stopped… wanted to boost morale no matter what he had to do to do it. Rumor was it that the mandrakes were almost ready to be chopped up to cure those who had been petrified

And you felt kinda bad, meaning, they were like little people, and then you were thankful you didn’t have to be the one to shop them up and stew them 

It wasn’t until the 14th of february that you knew what Lockheart meant by “boosting up morale”, it was Valentine's day, and when you and your girlfriends entered the great hall at breakfast, you giggled in amazement 

The walls were covered in huge pink flowers, and now instead of snow, there was little hearts shaped confetti falling from the ceiling, the sun was shining on the ceiling, the sky was clear 

“Iu!”, mocked Matthew, Draco giggled, with a disgusted face, but they all laughed when they saw Gilderoy wearing hot pink robes, it was hilarious 

None of the other teachers were as amused as him, they were rather serious, sitting on the high table 

Specially Snape, he looked like he had something bitter to eat 

“Happy Valentine's day!”, cheered Lockheart, talking loudly, putting his wand on his own neck, “and thank you for the 46 people that sent me cards! Yes, I have taken the liberty of arranging this little surprise for you all and it doesn’t end here!”, Pansy and Milicent giggled right next to you, and you laughed

“You didn’t send that clown Valentine's day cards, did you?”. you asked, giggling

Gilderoy clapped his hands and through the doors, entered a dozen dwarfs, they were wearing golden wings and harps in their hands, but their faces didn’t look festive at all. 

“My friendly, card-carrying cupids! They are here to deliver your valentine’s day cards! And the fun doesn’t stop here! I’m sure my colleagues will want to enter into the spirit of the occasion! Why not ask Professor Snape to show you how to whip up a Love Potion! And while you’re at it, Professor Flitwick knows more about Entrancing Enchantments than any wizard I’ve ever met, the sly old dog!’

But Professor Snape looked like he would poison you if you ever asked him for a love potion

What was a love potion anyway?

It was a fun day, the dwarfs kept delivering Valentines while you were in classes, and the entire environment was sweet and nice.

You were surprised when you received a Valentine’s card, it was from Matthew no less, you didn't know how to feel, but you felt butterflies in your belly, but it was quickly replaced by some sort of disgust, as he had sent valentines to all the girls in your house in your year, at least those who were of the sacred 28, and he was laughing at you all alongside Greg and Vince.

It was only a very boring card with misshapen hand drawn hearts that exploded in pink smaller hearts, yours was a bit more elaborate than Pansy’s or Milicent’s, not that you cared to compare. You stuffed it into your charm’s book not wanting to see it again.

But the highlight of the day was when you crossed into the Gryffindors on the east tower stairs, a dwarf grabbed onto Potter, so strongly he snapped his bag after kicking him on the shin, it was very entertaining 

“Right,” he said, sitting on Harry’s ankles, “here is your singing Valentine: 

‘His eyes are as green as afresh pickled toad, His hair is as dark as a blackboard. I wish he was mine, he’s really divine, The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.’

Not even the oldest Weasley, the prefect, could stop the laughter that followed, the situation itself was so funny your stomach hurt from laughing that much

It was the littlest Weasley, Ginny, who had given him that Valentine’s. And Potter was petrified 

“Seems like Potter didn't like your gift!”, mocked Malfoy, snickering, you had to admit you felt bad for her, but still, it was pretty funny

The bell rang and yet, all of the second years, and some first years were laughing, just standing in the hallway 

“Off you go, off you go, the bell rang five minutes ago, off to class, now”, Percy Weasley commanded, he said, “And you Malfoy, Basilik”, of course you were laughing the hardest 

Draco grabbed something from the floor, a old looking diary, it had fallen from Potter’s bag, you frowned when you saw the name of the cover, it wasn’t Potter’s

Draco showed it to Matthew, making fun thinking it was Potter’s diary, but Matthew had a surprised look on his face, then killing Potter with his gaze 

“Give that back,” said Harry quietly.

“Wonder what Potter’s written in this?”, he chuckled 

Potter actually threw an Expelliarmmus at Draco, stealing back the diary, Percy even took 5 points from him, but he didn’t seem to care as he ran away from you. 

You wondered what this was about, but one of the dwarfs found you too

“oh no please”, you begged, but he only shook his head

“Don’t worry, yours doesn't come with a song”, he said, giving you a small box with a card

“Thank you”, you said back, receiving the small envelope, you opened quickly, it was a beautiful card, but it wasn’t signed

“Did you know who sent this?”, you asked him

“Sorry, can’t say”, and he left pretty quickly

The small box contained a chocolate frog, with the small leg already broken, so the spell that made them move was broken as well, to your relief, that was very thoughtful, maybe someone who knew you very well

The small card was beautiful, and it had a little poem written on it

“Your eyes shine like the stars on the ceiling of the big hall, your smile is as beautiful as a sunset”, it didn’t rhyme, it wasn’t that eloquent, but it was nice

“It’s ridiculous”, mocked Draco, grabbing the card, you snatched it of his hands

“I think it is sweet”, you defended, for a second you thought it was from him, it was one of the few people who knew about the chocolate frog thing, but anyways. 

Draco frowned at you, demanding to know who it was from, when you told him you didn’t know, in that same afternoon, he bought you a 10 piece package of chocolate frogs himself, snapping the legs of all of them.

You were getting ready for the match, Gryffindor against Ravenclaw, you were going for three reasons, one, to spy on their plays, two… because… Quidditch was Quidditch, and three… Potter (even though he catches the snitch) always falls of his broom, its hilarious 

You were already in the boxes, when Mc Gonnaggal herself shouted with wand in neck, that the match was canceled, as all the matches afterwards

You thought things had quieted down, but apparently not, has there been another attack?

It was only a few hours until you knew for sure

It was Granger. 

[elvenbeard]

2077, November

"Heeey... All good? What're you doing out here, so early?"

"Couldn't sleep... Wanted to watch the sun rise."

"Well, here I am!"

2077 was a hell of a year. It left its marks, mental and physical, trauma and scars alike, memories and lack thereof. A year ago Vince was working at Arasaka, desperate to stay in the corporate world despite it slowly destroying him from the inside out. A year later Arasaka is only a shadow of it former self - and in a way Vince felt like a shadow, too.

Six months had been Alt's prognosis, at most... then he'd die. For good this time. Vince knew the drill. But he also knew he would try everything in his power, utilize all means possible and necessary... Because yes, 2077 had been one hell of a year, of loss, despair, betrayal and pain... But also of hope, trust, friendship and love, and connections, however unlikely they may have seemed.

The road ahead is still long, and it will be far from easy. But he is at peace knowing he won't be walking it alone.

Vince through the years (9/9)

Aaand the series is complete! ;A; Ending it on a somewhat bittersweet note with a few of more pictures this time cause look at them looking at each other ;___;

Vince has always been a deeply lonely person trying to find his place and purpose - as you'll surely have gathered reading along this far. By 2077 he finally finds his people, real friends in the most unlikely places, that he cares about and that care about him. And after how badly his previous relationship with his Arasaka-coworker Shou ended, he wouldn't have expected to get another shot at love, too. I definitely feel like he found a soulmate in Kerry, very scared in the beginning that his feelings for him were only brought on because of Johnny, and should he get rid of Johnny he'd also lose the connection to Kerry. He didn't though, thankfully. Vice versa, Kerry found someone who really understands his loneliness and struggles and takes them seriously. They really match very well on many levels and bring out the best in the other (on most days at least :P), something I neither planned for nor expected, and probably why I'm so obsessed with them at the moment XD They really are each other's sun, driving away shadows and doubts, a light in the darkness.

But yeah, Vince has a lot to lose really, and together with Kerry and everyone else they try and find a way to solve the Relic-problem so now that he found his place and people he can stay with them, live the balance of quiet and exciting life he deserves and always wished for.

The scars I gave him here (and damn, it hurt me to make them 😭) are not 100% canon yet... I'm gonna explore and explain what they are and how he got them in my post-ending fic soon-ish.

But yeah... V gets his happily ever after with his loved ones, in one way or another, and CDPR can take my headcanons from my cold dead hands xDD No but really, I get it. In a world like Cyberpunk there's no such thing as a sunshine-and-rainbows happy ending with world peace and all... and even mine is gonna come at a certain cost. But if anyone, V deserves some peace and love after that shitshow :D

That being said:

Before and after! The scars are drawn on, and I used the relief layer effect in Photohsop to give them some dimension. Was really a matter of playing around with colors and layer modes to make them somewhat convincing looking, but I'm really liking the result a lot!

Once again it gets me how different Vince looks without his iconic hair and makeup 😭 Believe me, he had a really really hard time when he was told "we gotta shave your head for this procedure" cause throughout his life his hair has been a really important part of his self-expression. From dyeing it blond as a teen to rebel against his parents, to going completely wild afterwards, conforming to Arasaka, then slowly finding himself again... With everything gone he felt like yet another part of him was gone and yeah... wasn't a good time, that time in late 2077.

If you've read along all the way: thanks so much!! I hope you enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed creating it and sharing a bit more about Vince's background and how he became who he is. When I'm done writing my post-ending fic I might go back to writing and sharing his background story fic, detailing everything from this series a bit more, and you'll get to know some of the people I only mentioned in passing (his mother, his first real boyfriend, his coworkers, etc.) a bit better, too.

So... Thanks for sticking around!! :D

[frenziedslashers]

Hi I wanted to try and request so ummmm..... The slashers (accidentally) finding their s/o's old *item*(its either a mask or a weapon depends on u) and finding out or realising their s/o actually also used to kill people just like them (maybe make the s/o gn so that everyone can read it) tyyyyyyy

Okay so I have been thinking about this since you sent this in ages ago, but I finally have the time to work on some of these asks that I got so <3 THANK YOU

Slashers Reacting to Their S/O Being An Ex-Killer(Implied NSFW)

Thomas Hewitt:

He would be real concerned when he found the items.

It isn't like you to hide something from him, so he was curious about what you were hiding under the bed. He had seen you push it under the bed the day before. It couldn't be anything bad, right?

You weren't thinking of hurting him, were you? No, you couldn't be. He wouldn't believe it. He did want to ask what it was about though.

When you tell him that you have killed people he feels almost relieved. He was always scared that he was torturing you by making him stay in this house where so many were killed by he and his family.

It might give him a little more ease to let you help him and the others with the visitors that come through, but that doesn't mean he won't make you work with Luda again. So don't get too cocky and make sure you stay safe. That's all Tommy cares about, making sure you're safe.

He'd ask that you didn't tell Hoyte about it at first, at least not for a while. He's certain Hoyte would use it against you if you ever got snappy or angry with him.

Bubba Sawyer:

He would react a lot like Tommy.

He'd just freak out a bit more.

She'd be a blubbering mess, going to you with the items in hand. Stomping and furrowing his brow. What are these? Why do you need them? Were you going to hurt him or his family? She sure hopes you weren't!

They'd calm down once you explain that you had only killed certain people and that they and their family were definitely not on your list.

If his brothers overheard they'd definitely have you help all of them with the next victim they got. Bubba would let you help but probably follow you around the majority of the hunt. Can't have you getting hurt!

OG Michael Myers:

He's conflicted when he finds it, especially if it's a knife.

He'd be a bit mad if it was a kitchen knife, thinking that you tried hiding his knife from him. Why would you do such a thing? You ought to know that's not going to stop him.

But when he grabs it he realizes it isn't the one he was using. It didn't feel like it, and it was cleaner. So, he finds his, compares them, and contemplates what the hell is going on.

He confronts you. Dropping the knife in your lap and tilting his head. He needs an answer.

When you do answer him he's almost relieved. Not that he found the story behind the mysterious knife, but just knowing that you can take care of yourself. It's partially exciting to the younger Myers, and he might even test your strength in the future.

He's not doing anything about it now though. Only nodding and walking off again.

Unlike Tommy and Bubba, you can't help him hunt. He'd hate every moment of it. He'd be worried, and annoyed, and it wouldn't be as good of a release for him. It's not happening.

HK Michael Myers:

He's pretty much the same as OG Myers.

He's just more relieved because now he doesn't have to worry about you being hurt while he's away. Whether it be because he got caught by Loomis, or just because he's out hunting.

He's also going to use your knife here or there. No reason, it's just a nice knife. Basic, sharp, and affective.

RZ Michael Myers:

He is a mix of OG and HK.

Instead of using your knife for no reason though, he's using it because he feels like he's bringing you with him. He would never do such a thing, but it feels like having you with him and that's all that he wants.

If you have a mask expect him to make you some more based on what your mask looks like. He likes being able to make you masks.

Vincent Sinclair:

He's a little shocked when he finds the items.

The weapons don't bug him, he knows that you wouldn't hurt him or his brothers, it's the mask that would bug him. Why would you want to hide your face? He loves the way that you look. The ability to see your smile, the wrinkles beside your eyes with your laugh, the flaws on your cheeks and nose. It's near angelic - and hypocritical since he hates taking his mask off for you.

He's never seen you with it on though, so, what's it for?

He asks you about it with caution. He knows if you haven't shown it to him it was probably something personal to you. He just stumbled across it though. It's not like he snooped through your items. He was looking for something of his own when he came across it.

He is a lot more curious when he finds out that you used to be a masked killer yourself. Intrigued, even.

'How many?' 'Who were they?' 'How'd you kill them?' He would sign, asking you all of these questions with more and more interest.

Once you answered everything, he'd feel his heart swelling. He'd be so relieved to know that you aren't being tortured by having to live with the fact that he and his brothers murder innocent people.

It truly brings a new meaning to the many times you had told him that the killing never bothered you.

Lester Sinclair:

He's confused, to say the least. Especially if it was a knife that you were using. Especially if the knife happened to be a hunting knife.

He knows what all of his knives look like. So, he knows for a fact he had never seen this one before. It was a surprise for him and took him a few seconds to realize that it was probably yours.

He asks you about it, brows furrowed. "What's this 'bout, sweet pea?"

You can tell he's a bit lost, so you just chuckle a bit. The sound brings Lester a bit of ease before you nervously or proudly state what you had used it for. It all depends on if you feel guilty about what you had done.

If you're nervous about it, he'd reassure you that there isn't nothing wrong with what you did. He'd stand up for you and reassure you that the people you killed probably had what was coming.

If you were confident when telling him the reason behind the knife. Oh. Oh. That sure does things to the shorter brother.

He'd be smiling at you without even noticing. His fingers twitching and curling by his side.

"Wow, ya really got some power to ya, huh?" He'd love the thought of you killing someone with a hunting knife. The fantasy would live rent-free in his head. If you requested to kill one of the tourists in town Lester would even let you do it in a heart beat. As long as he could watch.

Bo Sinclair:

He is super hesitant when he finds the items. Maybe even a little upset. Why would you hide something from him?

He asks you about it with furrowed brows. Slamming the items on the surface in front of you, or pushing them into your chest(without hurting you.)

You'd get the hint that he's irritated about finding them. Why? You're still a bit lost until he asks why you hid them from him.

"I don't do that stuff anymore. I don't kill people." "Then why ya still got the shit?"

He has a point. If you didn't do it anymore, why did you still have the stuff?

It didn't really matter to you, but it did to Bo. After he got over himself and lost the anger he felt knowing yo would hide something like this from him. He'd be asking you a bunch of questions as well. Maybe even trying to agitate you and see if you still had that spark in you. See if you'd threaten him or maybe help him kill someone new in town.

Otis Driftwood:

He's got a similar reaction to Bo. He's pissed when he finds the stuff.

"What the hell is this shit? Y'ain't trust me enough so ya gotta hide whatever the fuck this shit is? Who'd it belong to? An ex of yours?" He'd ask, anger written everywhere on the killer's face.

Once you told him that it was yours he'd calm down a bit, but still be a little upset. Until it finally processed that you've killed people before.

He's demanding you tell him every detail and winds up asking if you'd help him with his current idea that he couldn't quite complete because it was missing details. Killer to killer, he needed input.

It makes sense to him now why you didn't find the morbidness of his house disturbing. Along with his family. Or even himself.

He's wondering if he could get you to kill again. There's nothing hotter to Otis than seeing his s/o covered in blood. It'd definitely be something that would turn him on to the max each time he saw it.

Baby Firefly:

She'd confront you with it right away, but would be a little more sad than mad. Upset that you wouldn't fill her in on one of your darker secrets when she's an open book to you.

She's thrilled to hear that you've killed people before and glad that you trust her enough to tell her and not lie about the items.

She wants you to help the family with the next set of victims they get. If you want to, at least. If not, that's fine with her as well. You can just keep doing what you're doing. Which is helping her make them think you are all normal.

She also finds it ridiculously hot that you have killed people before, but she'd never force you to do it again. If anything, it makes her feel like you two belong together more than anything.

Tiffany Valentine:

She knows what the items are, and it excites her.

"I knew it, I knew you've killed someone before. Come here, sugar!" She'd wrap you in a hug and kiss you. This is like discovering you're secretly a celebrity or something.

Which, it kind of is if your killings made it into the newspaper. She is searching for the article after you tell her about it. She will get it framed if she has to.

She's asking for photos if you have any. Every little morbid detail of the kill and the thought process you put into it.

If you ask her how she knew, she'd smile and say, "I just did. A lot of us killers never brag about killing. The quiet secretive people like you. Oh, they have."

She's making Swedish Meatballs for supper after this news.

Charles Lee Ray:

He's a little confused when he finds the weapon and mask. He kills with a knife, and if it's something other than a knife. Well, he's stumped.

He asks you about it and is a little starstruck when you tell him what's up.

"I never thought you were that type of person." He'd tell you, but his stupid, menacing grin would appear on his face.

He'd ask you to tell him how you killed the people you killed. Reenact the scene for him. Then he'd request that you help him kill his next victim. It'd be an honor.

He might get a little snappy if you do something he doesn't like if you agree. But God. He's all hot and heavy when he sees you take the life of someone. Covered in blood, adrenaline running.

He's definitely taking advantage of the situation and getting you in bed one way or another that night. That had to be one of the hottest things he'd seen.

Billy Loomis:

"You what?"

He's baffled when you tell him that you've killed people after he confronted you about the items.

This brings a whole to meaning to your guys' relationship. Yes, he loves having Stu as a partner in crime, but you? His s/o? You've killed people? Gosh, he might have you join the two of them on their Ghostface extravaganza.

He's asking you to tell him how you did it and smiling throughout all the details.

If you tell him that the person you killed was someone that you knew, he's groaning and fighting the urge to pin you where you are.

This has to be the most interesting thing he's learned about you.

He's definitely asking that you don't keep any more secrets like this from him, ever.

Stu Macher:

He's thrilled to hear that you've also killed people.

If anything, this guy is more relieved than anything. I mean, he was worried you would hate him after you found out. Now it all makes sense why you never ran or screamed, or even looked worried when you found out that he was the killer running around campus.

He's demanding that you help he and Billy, and he's watching your every move if you do.

He's practically drooling over the thought that his perfect partner is a scary killer.

It truly makes him feel closer and more understood by you.

Brahms Heelshire:

He almost doesn't believe you when you tell him. He nearly laughs, but he can tell by your face that you're being serious.

His sweet nanny, a killer? Well, this is new.

It doesn't really scare him or anything. Brahms trusts you and hopes that you wouldn't do anything bad to him.

If anything it makes him feel safer, more justified, and more understood.

He wants you to be safe, and he knows that he's always there with you. Whether it be by you or roaming the house, it makes him feel better knowing that you can definitely take care of yourself.

He requests that you don't go out killing, but if someone intrudes, then you can.

[judgementdaysunshine]

Can you make a Chyna fanfic where Chyna's girlfriend was ringside and Stephanie hits her with a chair but while Chyna's girlfriend was fighting Stephanie, Stephanie puts the chair on her leg and stomps on it causing Chyna's girlfriend to scream in agony. You can name Chyna's girlfriend whatever you want and give her whatever ring you want.

Oooh

Wrath of hell

Pairing: Chyna x Fem reader

Description: Chyna rages hell after you get hurt by Stephanie

Chyna is ready to not just harm but kill, she sees red walking backstage to find Stephanie and she doesn't care whether she has to go through Triple H and even Vince to get to her. You were standing ringside cheering while watching chyna's and Eddie's match against Shane McMahon and Triple H, your so caught up that you didn't see and hear stephanie along with X-Pac slowly sneaking behind you suddenly feeling pain in your back as you collapsed after being hit by a chair yelling for help for your girlfriend and your shared friend as stephanie puts your leg in the chair "Looks like the odds are even Latino heat and ninth wonder!" all four people in the ring look to see you crying and begging to be let go not seeing the terror and anger in your girlfriend's eyes and the pure rage in eddie's as they surge forward only to be stopped and attacked by shane and triple h, chyna's heart stops when she hears your heart stopping scream throwing shane out of the ring and running to you. She carefully removes the chair while eddie chases after stephanie and x intent on causing harm letting out a string of swearing in Spanish as you are carried to be checked out backstage sobbing in pain as you hold on tightly to chyna, you are taken to the ER with Edge and Christian by your side promising chyna to look after you while she and eddie took care of everyone else, she smirks for a second when she sees eddie going to town on x-pac while Rey deals with shane and surprisingly Chris Benoit takes on triple h leaving stephanie by herself not far away not knowing that chyna was there as she comes up and grabs steph by her hair then throat "You...you are going to pay and learn a lesson" she slams her against the wall and throws her on the floor "YOU CAN MESS WITH ME AND DO ANYTHING YOU WANT TO ME BUT ONCE YOU DO ANYTHING TO HURT HER THERE IS NO SORRY WHEN IT COMES TO THAT!" she stomps her before grinning for a split second when she sees a chair "Hey Rey! Hand me that chair!" rey grabs and slides the chair even helping hold stephanie down as she puts her leg in the chair. "Any pain she feels the person who inflicts it on her is going to feel the same pain but even worse" eddie helps hold the chair as chris finishes shane off with a hit in the face with a pan watching as chyna jumps and they all leave steph a screaming puddle on the floor before they all leave and head to the ER, "I can't thank either of you enough" she has to be pulled into a hug by eddie, rey, and edge after learning you were in emergency surgery to fix the damage staring nonstop at the wall, floor, or clock as the hours pass until finally a doctor tells them that the surgery went great and you would recover within time with rest and physical therapy which made her relieved behind words as she and everyone else sit by your side smiling when you wake up "Hey baby god i was so scared i am so glad you're okay" you tear up as you hug all your friends holding on tightly when chyna hugs you even trying to have her hold you until you see your leg smiling when they tell you not to worry about steph or her cronies anymore.