#you know what maybe I’m gonna switch up on scream 3 just for that

[bizarrescribblez]

Thinks about this comment someone made on a clip of the final climax in Scream 2 when Cotton shoots Mrs. Loomis.. my heart is broken hes just a big cuddle bear who doesn’t wanna hurt anybody..

[kakujis]

do you love me? 3;

synopsis: they wake you up at 3am and ask if you love them. 1 + 2 + 4

ft: hanma, ran, and rindou.

warnings: gn!reader, insecurities, clingy bfs, jealous!rindou, swearing, mentions of drinking, not proofread, reader is a lil mean in hanma's ): and thaat should be it!

a/n: is it me or are these getting longer?! anyways, here's part 3! the last one will be mitsuya, draken, and chifuyu! i’m running out of steam thinkin’ of scenarios uh oh. anyway, writing ran's bit was so much fun, since i feel like he's a goofy loverboy. i kind of struggled w rindou’s but i hope it still falls together nicely! ALSO WHY IS HIS SO LONG WTF and here's a special lil tag for @fuyuluvr ♡

the city is quiet as the hum of a motorcycle comes to a stop. hanma’s not sure how he ended up here, well actually he is, subconsciously driving straight to the one place that always riles him up, setting his veins on fire faster than the rush of a zipline. 

he hums to himself, taking off his helmet, and nudging down his kick stand. he looks upwards, toward your bedroom window, his heart already starting to flutter in his chest. stuffing his hands into his jacket, he walks up, getting ready to scale up towards your window. he glances around, although no one’s around in this dead of night, he would rather not have anyone calling the cops on him. 

they’re probably asleep, he thinks, as he peers back up, nails digging into the stone as he uses his leg to boost himself up. he hoists himself until he’s up to the sil, laughing a little to himself when he notices you left it open like you were expecting him. 

he tumbles in, knocking over your lamp in the process. “oops.” he says. meanwhile, the crash has you bolting awake, screaming, no, screeching as you grab your alarm clock, holding it up, ready to throw or swing. 

he throws his hands up defensively as he approaches, “it’s me!” and in your sleep deprived state you scramble back, the grip on your device tightening. 

hanma barks out a laugh, before he switches on your bedside lamp. “hi baby. ♡” he chirps, seeing your shoulders slump as you settle, a particularly loud sigh escaping you as you place one hand over your chest. he kicks his shoes off as he jumps onto your bed, diving straight into your comforter, laying on his stomach. 

“you scared the shit out of me!” you yell, “besides, what time is it?” you look at the device in your hand before you realize it’s off, ripped straight out the socket. frowning, you toss it onto the floor, before crossing your arms and facing him. 

“you were really gonna fuck me up, huh?” he muses, honey eyes twinkling at the idea of you actually swinging on him. he would’ve dodged of course, but it would’ve given him an excuse to grab you and have you underneath him. 

you sigh again, “shuji, i don’t have time for this. i’ve got a work meeting tomorrow morning.” you grab your blankets, shimmying underneath them and pulling them up, “we can hang out this weekend or something,” you yawn. 

“eh?” is all you hear as you turn over, shutting your eyes in hopes of getting some sleep. maybe he’d fall asleep with you or maybe he’d leave, but the only thing that’s really on your mind is this stupid meeting. just a few more days until the weekend, has been your new mantra, if you can just tough it out, you’ll be golden. 

it’s quiet for a few minutes, but the dip in your bed is still there and soon enough he’s asking, “do you love me?”

“no, shuji, of course i don’t…” you start, sarcasm tinting your voice as you roll back over, but you stop when you see his defeated expression. it’s different from the shuji you know, his solemn eyes studying you, as he nervously plays with your sheets in one hand. 

hanma shuji has been so damn bored. it’s been like this ever since you got a job, constant “i can’t”s, and “maybe next time, shu.” he wants so badly to go on late night rides with you again, the sound of your laughter ripping over the roar of his motorcycle.

he wants to stay up with you until sunrise, at the top of your favorite hill, hands intertwined and shoulders brushing. he wants to snap pictures of you at the top of this hill, thinking you're prettier than any sunrise. you make him feel like he’s invincible and that everything’s okay.  

shuji has been so bored, but more so than that, he’s been lonely, unsteady. he misses you so fucking much, nothing’s as fun without you, everything’s dull like the world’s covered in sepia. 

“c’mere,” you say, opening your arms and he crawls forward, collapsing into you. “i love you, shuji, i do.. and i’m sorry.” 

you realize now how distant you’ve been. unbeknownst to the two of you, just how stressful a new job could be, you were just trying to jumble a new set schedule but you had been snappier, neglectful, and even downright mean at times.

shuji tried his best to accomodate you, going off on night rides by himself, always saying, “it’s alright.” when you’d turn him down again. he tried to busy himself more with his friends, but his mind always wandered to what you’d be doing - did you miss him too? - checking his texts every now and then in hopes there’d be a new message. 

“shuji?” you whisper when he doesn’t respond and you think he has every right to be upset with you. but instead he says, “yeah?” his face suddenly dangerously close to yours, the tip of his nose lingers by yours and your face heats up at the proximity. 

“um,” you stutter and soon there’s a smirk dancing on his face, “d-did you hear me?” 

“i heard you. loud and clear, ♡” he says, lips ghosting over yours, “i was just replayin’ it in my head.” 

shuji always has you melting and tonight is no different, so you close your eyes and let him kiss you. deep, sweet, and full of all the things the two of you don’t know how to say. you pout when he pulls away and he grins, “so cute.” 

an idea strikes you then as you gaze at the love of your life. “hey… wanna go for a ride?” besides, what's the harm in losing a little sleep?

the way he perks up has you giggling, you’re sure if he had a tail it’d be wagging a mile a minute. he’s practically beaming, as he starts to pull you up and off the bed. he stops for a second, head tilted and finger on his chin, “wait, don’t you have a meeting at in a couple hours?” 

you nod, “yeah, so bring me home by 5?” you smile at him as you reach for a jacket.

“i can do that.” 

ran:

for the first time in his life, ran haitani cannot fall asleep. he lays there, one arm resting above his head, the only noise being the sound of your soft snores as his mind continues to wander. he thinks about the dinner you two had earlier.  it was dumb, the entire situation, your friends were clearly too drunk to be saying reasonable things. ran knew this, he’s been the same way countless times before.

but when she hiccuped, arm slung around you, “maann, can’t believe you ended up with ran! you used to only talk about rindou in high school ehe.” ran felt his stomach drop. 

you froze at that, quickly glancing at ran whose face was otherwise unreadable. she continued, incessantly giggling, “seriously seriously! everyday was ‘man rindou looked sooo cu’-“

“thats enough!” you had said, placing a palm over her mouth to muffle her. “lets get you home, okay?” desperately glancing at the rest of your friends, who took the hint and helped her out of there. 

ran remembered how after everyone left, you had tried to talk to him, “listen..” your hand reaching towards his. 

but for some reason, he had stopped you. “it’s fine, people say dumb shit when they’re drunk,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your forehead, “don’t worry about it.” 

and maybe the reason was that he was scared, scared to hear you admit that yeah, you did like his brother. and when that didn’t work out, you settled on him. 

he shakes his head, getting up from the bed and padding over to the bathroom. turning the faucet, he douses cold water on his face. don’t be stupid, ran. 

when he walks out, he stops when he sees you sitting up, sleepily rubbing your eyes. “ran?” you mumble, “are you okay?” 

he settles back into an easy grin, walking over and climbing back in. “yeah, i’m alright.” 

“liar.” 

he blinks. “what’d you just say?”

“i said, you’re a liar.” you huff, placing your hands on his cheeks, swiveling his head towards yours. “you’re upset.” 

“and why do you think that?” he says, but there’s a red tint dusting on his cheeks, and his eyes flicker from you to various objects around the room. 

“first of all, you’re awake,” you emphasize, “when is ran ‘if i don't get enough sleep i’ll kill you and your family’ haitani awake at 3am? hm?” you dart your head every time he tries to look away trying to stay in his vision. 

he sighs, “okay, you got me.” he stills, looking at you with a crease in his brow. “do you love me? and.. was what your friend said right? that you used to like my brother?” 

you soften at his question, “of course i do. i love you and only you. let me explain?” 

he nods and you drop your hands, opting to intertwine them with his. sighing, you begin, “okay so, in high school there was this… friend- okay no i hated that bitch-“ 

you give ran a look as he whistles, caught off guard by your vitriol, as he motions you to continue on with a little grin, “don’t mind me.” 

“there was this acquaintance,” you continue and ran nods, “and every single guy i was into she would try to take them from me, so i pretended to like rindou because.. i was scared.. she would actually get together with you.” 

its your turn to burn with embarrassment, looking down at your interlocked hands as you reveal the secret you kept for so long. you glance up at ran and groan out a “what?!” when you notice his shit-eating grin. 

“i’m really a catch, eh?” he teases and you scrunch your nose. “don’t make that face,” he points, “you’re the one who tried to gatekeep me.” 

“ugh fine,” you pout, your face on fire,  “this is so embarrassing… ah!” ran pulls you down, hugging you tightly. “ran?” 

“man, i feel like a million bucks! who would’ve thought the person i’d been chasin’ all throughout highschool felt the same way. i should’ve asked you out sooner.” he pinches your cheek, cooing, “my baby.” 

you can’t even focus on the fact that he casually mentioned the two of you were mutual crushing for so long. if you could die from embarrassment you would. on the flipside, if ran could die from love, he would. he’s never admitted it before, but he’s always felt a little insecure, so he hides it behind a mask that only you get to uncover. 

“did i ever meet her?” he asks, face to face with you. he can’t stop smiling, instead continuing to poke your cheek as you pout. 

“hmm, maybe. i dunno, i tried to avoid her a lot of the time.” you answer, “why?” 

“cause if i did, you wouldn’t even have to worry about it.” he says, running the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “i’ve only had eyes for you after all.” 

was he always this cheesy? seriously, you might die. “i’m gonna die,” you profess, your face and body on fire, moving your hands up to hide your expression behind them. “if you continue, i’ll seriously die.” 

“dying in my arms is super romantic though.” he muses, “i bet it’d be a dream come true for you.” 

“shut up!” you groan, burying your face into the pillow. 

“babe, seriously, it’s a dream of mine. romeo and juliet, who?” 

“ran haitani, shut up!”

rindou: 

rindou haitani was seething. on the outside, he had it all. a club that he owned with his brother, able to play his music to an excited crowd, and to top it all off, a loving partner who did their best to support him. but on the inside, he was someone who hid from his emotions, snuffing them out before they had their chance to reach the surface and maybe that’s why, in rare moments, when he couldn’t snuff them out he waited until you fell asleep to think about them. 

maybe it was his fault for inviting you out, but it’s always been a dream of his to watch you dance to his music. at first you refused, something about how crowds aren’t really your thing. but he persisted, noting how you always dance for him when he plays his music so why not do it at his club? 

“besides, you always get along with everyone you meet, just try it.” he insisted, beaming when you said “okay, just this once.” 

he wasn’t usually jealous, something he prided himself on, that you could hang out with whoever you wanted whenever you wanted and he’d have no issue. but tonight things were different. you looked amazing under the neon, pulsing lights, feeling the beat down to your bones as you swayed and moved on the dance floor. 

ran was supposed to stay close to you, but the two of you got separated by the mass of bodies. from his view up top though, rindou could see you clearly, and when someone came up to you to dance, he was sure you would deny them. but perhaps it was the slight buzz of alcohol running through your veins or maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through you that caused you to say yes. 

you didn’t grind on them, thankfully, but still, the way you laughed and cheered, eyes fully on them was like a kick to rindou’s gut. at one point, they leaned in to say something to you and rindou almost stopped his set, wanting to take you home immediately. but instead, he grit his teeth and kept playing. 

he didn’t have the heart to tell you anything on the way home either, the way you excitedly bounced up and down detailing to him about how much fun you had and how you’d love to go again. he shut those emotions down again, instead laying a hand over yours, smiling and saying, “i’m glad you had fun, love.” 

but now as he lay there in your shared bed, one arm around you as you slept on his chest, he was steaming. he has a continuous fight with himself in his head over it, how he isn’t the type to dance anyway, so it’s fine if you have fun dancing with someone else. but also, have you ever had that much fun with him before? like you did tonight with some stranger? he’s so pissed off he can’t remember, especially when he thinks about how close they were to his baby. 

when rindou is lost in his head, he never notices the things he does outwardly to keep himself calm. like the tapping on your arm or the shake of his leg, but you do, rousing out of sleep, peeking one eye up at him. 

“rinnie?” you croak, voice hoarse from the amount of shouting and laughing you did tonight. “you okay?” 

he looks down at you, unable to control the frustration clearly etched across his face. “i’m fine. go back to sleep.” 

“no.” you say, even in your half-asleep state you can tell that something’s up, “what’s wrong.” 

“nothing.” he huffs, trying his best to not let his emotions get the best of him. but if there’s one thing rindou hates, it’s talking about his feelings.

you pause, trying to think your words over carefully. “did i do something wrong?” he doesn’t respond, and you mull it over again, when an answer comes to you. “oh… i won’t go to the club anymore, if that’s what you want, i bet i looked pretty lame dancing out there-“

“no!” he interrupts, “no… you looked amazing…besides, i love watching you dance.” 

“then what is it, rindou? i can’t read your mind, y’know?” you remind him and his face softens. 

“i know…” he replies, and you wait for him to continue. that’s something that he’s grateful for, that when he does talk, you never rush him, letting him go at his own pace. “it’s just… did you have to dance with that guy tonight?” he mumbles, voice trailing off so that it’s barely audible. 

“hm? i didn’t hear you, did i have to..?” you ask,  tilting your head. 

“did you have to dance with that stupid dude tonight?!” he nearly yells, rushing out his words and you blink, a little taken aback. 

“oh…” you realize, he’s jealous. you realize now that from where he was looking it probably did look bad, his partner, dancing and laughing it up with a stranger. “i’m sorry, i didn’t know that bothered you so much…” 

for some reason, that sets rindou off and he scoffs, pissed off once again. of course he’d be annoyed, of course he’d be jealous. you’re his partner. “do you love me?” 

his question comes out more like an accusation and you hate it because it stings. in turn you say, “i do. do you trust me?” 

he wants to bite back, but when he looks at you, he can’t. you look so hurt, he sighs, rubbing his temple with his free hand, “… sorry. i do trust you. i’m bad at this.” 

“i know,” you say and he glances at you, surprised, which makes you smile. “you’re awful at telling me how you feel, so you act all cool and tough instead.” 

“aren’t you mad at me?” he asks, your sudden smile catching him off guard. 

“hmm… not really mad, just a little hurt is all.” you say, because even though he was the one who told you that you get along with everyone you meet, you know rindou inside and out, culminating from the many years the two of you have shared together. 

rindou doesn’t want to seem controlling, but because of that he neglects to establish his boundaries, too focused on how comfortable you feel. it’s his own weird way of control, if he doesn’t push you, let’s you do your thing, then you’ll stay. you won’t leave him like he’s scared you’ll do if he ever says no.

he apologizes again, his frustration turning to shame. you're so patient, even when he snaps at you or can't find the words. but you shake your head, “thanks for telling me. let me know what bothers you, please?” 

“i’ll try,” he mumbles, glancing away, and you know that means that next time he probably won’t. he’ll most likely bury those feelings deep inside until you catch wind, but it’s the fact that he’ll at least try that makes you happy. it’s okay, you’ll always be there when he needs it. 

you settle back into your original position, closing your eyes and within a few minutes, you’re dozing off asleep. 

tonight really did a number on you, he thinks, while playing with your hair, maybe i should be more honest with you… i love you. 

but there's a few things that rindou doesn’t realize. like how he’s talking out loud, or that you’re still just barely awake, his “i love you,” warming you up like the morning sun. as much as you wanna mention it when you wake up, you also don’t wanna embarrass him. for now, you’ll keep this a secret.♡

[casiia]

OMG OMG OKAY HEAR ME OUT. ghostface ethan edging reader after reader receives a phone call from him…!!?!?!?!!!

[ 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 ੈ✩‧₊˚ ]

pairing .: ethan landry x reader

genre .: suggestive content

word count .: 2k

warnings .: smut-ish (minors dni.), contains scream XI spoilers! scream plotline, threatening, mentions of a knife, soooo unedited, kissing, lingering touches, dry humping

author's note .: maybe planning on making another part to this <3 i have no idea if this is what was actually requested, but i had a lot of fun writing this! took a massive break from writing and i think i’m back, this is probably very ooc and might make no sense but i have zero experience writing thriller things like this idk. dialogue was used from the 1995 (or 7) scream movie. accepting constructive criticism, reblogs are appreciated. 

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“hey, pretty girl.”

pulling the phone away from your ear confused, you checked your screen to see who was on the other line, frowning slightly when you saw no contact.

“who is this?” setting the home phone back on it’s stand, you let the call ring out on speaker, turning your attention back to the stove.

“there’s no fun in telling you who i am just yet, why don’t you answer a few of my questions first.”

rolling your eyes, you shook the pot once more before turning to lean against the counter, the buttery smell of popcorn filling your nose. “why should i do that?” speaking over the loud crackles and pops coming from the fire, you moved around the island to grab a bowl.

“it’ll be fun. so tell me, what’s your favorite scary movie?”

“hm, i don’t know.” pouring the yellow kernels into the large bowl, you popped a few pieces into your mouth with a satisfied hum. grabbing the phone and turning it off speaker, you pressed it between your ear and shoulder, balancing the device steadily. “maybe, halloween? think that’s the one where that guy stalks the babysitters.”

“you think it was scary?”

“i guess, anyways. tell me who you are now.” ungraciously falling onto the couch, you picked at the pieces of popcorn that had fallen into your lap, licking your lips with a smile as a salty taste covered your tastebuds.

“can’t do that princess, haven’t finished asking my questions.”

“then hurry up and ask them already.” annoyance showing on your face, you reached across the many throw pillows and grabbed the remote —  clicking through the channels with disinterest, before going to browse your downloaded pick of scary movies.

“you got a boyfriend?”

eyebrows raising in shock, you stilled with a quiet laugh. “why, wanna ask me out on a date or what.” you teased the person on the other line, shifting in your seat as you began to ponder who you were really talking to.

“we’ll see, do you have a boyfriend?”

“no.” placing the overflowing bowl of popcorn on the coffee table, you stood to make way to your room, keeping the chunky phone against your ear.

“that’s a shame, such a pretty one you are.”

biting back a smile, you switched the light to your room on; bending down to open your drawer of pajamas, you tossed an oversized shirt onto your neatly made bed. “you gonna be this charming to me when i find out who you are?”

“maybe.”

“got anymore questions for me, or can i start guessing who this is.” unbuttoning your jeans, you kicked the pair of uncomfortable pants off . turning the speaker back on, you tossed the phone onto your pillow, pulling your tank top up and over your head before slipping on the big shirt.

“go ahead, you’re giving me such a good show.”

“what are you talking about?” picking up the dirty clothes that you had left stranded on your floor, you walked into your connecting bathroom, putting the clothes in your dirty hamper.

“hm, that’s a nice shirt you’re wearing. where did you get it?”

eyes widening in surprise, you slowly turned back into your bedroom, your knuckles white as you gripped onto the phone. “can you see me?”

“ah what a good girl! putting her brain to some use.”

“if you can really see me, how many fingers am i holding up?” walking up to your window, you peered outside trying to get a good look. sticking out your middle finger, you squinted as you stared into your dark backyard, trying to piece together unfamiliar shadows. 

“funny, one.”

“shit.” shutting your blinds in hurry, you stumbled out of your room, quickly heading back downstairs. “who is this, jason?”

“from econ? no.” 

“you better leave me alone, my boyfriend is coming over soon.” closing the blinds to your backdoor, you shuffled into your kitchen, grabbing a large knife. “he’s strong, s-so get out of here!” 

“i thought you said you didn’t have a boyfriend?” 

“w-well i lied!” locking your front door, you turned down all the lights, curling into a corner, knife in hand. your breath was ragged, eyes darting from place to place in worry. “tell me who you are before i call the police.”

“quit being such a brat, the fun isn’t over just yet.”

chewing on your lip, tears lined your waterline as fear overtook you. anxiety creeping up your throat with every shallow breath you took. “this isn’t funny.” you flinched at the loud noise emitting from the buzzing device, a staticy and robotic laugh filling the eerily quiet apartment. 

“you look so cute with that knife. what’re you gonna do, stab me?”

“show yourself, you coward!” standing from the hardwood floor, you paced around the kitchen, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill down your pink cheeks. frustration and anger burning in your chest, when the anonymous caller laughed again.

“careful what you wish for.”

a loud ringing echoes from the phone as the call ends, the wind whistling against the windows has you whipping your head to each sudden noise. pressing yourself up against the wall, the knife that you held a safe distance away from you.

“where are you, motherfucker.” your voice just barely above a whisper, you jumped at the sound of your doorknob rattling – a fist loudly knocking against the wood of your door. “go away! i’ll kill you.”

“baby? hey, what’s going on it’s just me.”

“ethan?” letting the knife drop to the marble of your kitchen countertop, you winced at the loud clang. running to your front door, you stood on the tip of your toes, peering through the peak hole to see your boyfriend awkwardly standing in front of you. twisting the lock, you threw the door open before jumping into his arms.

“what’s wrong? did you forget i was coming or something?” pressing a quick kiss to your cheek, he circles his arms around your waist with a hesitant laugh. 

“no- no. this guy just prank called me, i was so scared.” pressing your face into his shoulder, you gripped onto his coat, muffled sobs racking from your chest. “he saw me, ethan.” 

“no, pretty, don't cry. i’m sure it was just some sick joke.” gently pulling you away from his tearstained coat, he cradled your face in the palm of his hand; wiping your wet cheeks, he pressed a light kiss in between your brows. “relax, no one’s gonna hurt you as long as i’m here.” 

“can you stay the night?” leaning into his touch, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him closer to you. “don’t think i can sleep without you.” twirling his thick brown hair between your fingers, you sighed heavily, relaxing in his embrace. 

“of course, i was planning on it anyway.” adjusting the bag on his shoulder, he squeezed your hip once nudging you inside your apartment. “don’t want these creeps lookin at you, especially without pants.”

shaking your head with a smile, you wiped your remaining tears with the back of your hand, sniffling quietly and shuffling back inside. “lock it, please.” grabbing his bag, you tossed it onto the sofa, the sound of a lock clicking easing your shoulders.

“you were really scared, huh.” ethan laughs at the abandon knife on the counter, picking it up and putting it back with the other collection of cooking knives. 

“i was, that was the creepiest interaction i’ve ever had.” dragging your hands down your face with a huff, you walked over to your boyfriend, wrapping your arms around his torso and pressing your face into his back. “y’should jus’ move in with me.” your words muffled, you felt his chest rise and fall with another laugh.

“i was the one that made that request, i’d rather live with you than chad.” he loosened your arms around him, dragging you around his body so you were caged between him and the counter. “i am really sorry you had to go through that, did you call the police?” 

“no, i think there are worse things to worry about. it was just some silly call.” rubbing your arms nervously, you took a deep breath, reassuring yourself of any crazy thoughts. “i don’t want to talk about it anymore, how was your day?” pulling yourself up on the countertop, you shuddered lightly when your bare skin met with the cool marble. 

“uninteresting, just caught up in some classes, i missed you a lot.” moving in between your legs, he dragged his fingers against your thigh, teasing the hem of your shirt higher up your leg. “is this mine? i’ve been looking for it.” inching his hand up your shirt, he squeezed your hip, his thumb trailing along the lace of your panties. 

“mhm, it’s comfortable. didn’t think you’d miss it much.” sinking your teeth into your bottom lip, you placed your hands on his chest, drawing little circles into his shirt. looking up at him through your lashes, you licked your lips, your fingers settling at the base of his neck. “ethan…”

“what is it, baby.” bringing his other hand up to your cheek, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. “want me to stop?” moving to retract his hand that found it’s way under your shirt, he looked down at you with worried eyes, scared that he had read the room wrong. 

“no! no. i want you, ethan.” grabbing his wrist, you bring his large hands back to your body, leaning forward to press a sweet kiss to his collarbone. “do you— do you want me?” guiding his hands under your shirt, you whined softly, his cold fingers grazing your stomach. 

“oh fuck.” mumbling under his breath, he pressed his lips to your forehead, glancing down at your exposed panties; pretty and pink, decorated with a white lace, a small bow stitched right in the center. 

“gonna answer my question?” trailing along the seam of his belt, you played with the hem of his shirt, your lips lingering on his skin with every word you mumbled. 

“i do, baby. let me make you feel good.” rubbing up and down your sides with a light chuckle, he gently patted your waist. “you deserve it, such a good girl.” 

tugging at the collar of his thick coat, you pressed your soft lips to his with a happy hum, your fingers entangling in his curly brunette hair. swiping your tongue against his bottom lip, you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, pulling him impossibly closer to you. 

ethan grinned against your lips, snaking his arm around your waist to grind his clothed crotch against your damp panties. “s’wet for me, haven’t even done anything to you yet.”

gasping into his mouth at the roll of his hips, you squeezed your thighs around his waist yearning for more. “please, ethan.” your words blurred together as you continued to kiss him – you tugged lightly on his hair with a mewl, the bulge showing in his jeans nudging your clit.

“so needy, can’t wait–”

a deafening ring cuts him off, his phone softly buzzing in the pocket of his jacket. letting your hands fall from his hair and atop of his shoulders, you shook your head with concern. “ethan, no.”

“relax, i bet it’s just chad.” giving your thigh a reassuring squeeze, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out the red phone. tilting his screen, he showed you the number on the screen, one that he had not previously saved. “recognize it?”

“no, i wasn’t shown a number.” anxiously playing with your fingers, you kept your eyes glued to the vibrating phone. “put it on speaker.”

nodding at your request, you watched him accept the call, letting it play out loud. “who is this?” 

“hello, ethan. what’s your favorite scary movie?”

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AYO THE MOMMY ASKS GOT ME IN A FLUFFY MOOD!!

(Tw:pregnancy, labor & delivery)

Ok first things first. You tell him you’re expecting a lil’ baby, he 1) cries. And 2) panics because he doesn’t know if he’ll be a good father and 3) ultra panics because he deals with bioweapons, mutant causing viruses and other biological nightmares, what if that shit passes onto his kid???

Dude is WIRED for weeks until he finds out that the baby is healthy. No weird biological mutations at all. Just a baby. (Side note, kinda sad, he misses the first ultrasound photo because of a mission and probably cries)

When you start showing a baby bump, he absolutely gets thrown in love all over again. He always loves his s/o but something about seeing them round with HIS baby just flips a switch in his head.

First time he feels baby kick? He’s amazed. He’s never felt anything like it. He’ll start kissing your baby bump and probably crying. (I can imagine he cries a lot during your pregnancy. Probably more emotional than you tbh)

When you go into labor, he does a good job at pretending to be calm. He’s internally screaming, panicking and feels sick the entire time, but he doesn’t show it. He holds your hand and lets you squeeze it as much as you need. The dudes been shot, stabbed and smacked by monsters, he probably doesn’t even feel it if you crack a finger.

When he hears his babies first cries, he lets out the shakiest, sob and laugh ever. It’s a noise of relief, pent up fear, and happiness all at once. The sight of the baby getting put on your chest is permanently seared into his mind. I’m talking core memory.

And when he gets to hold his baby, another core memory is created. Seeing their lil nose. Their lil face. Hearing their lil cries. Again, he cries too.

Leon demands paternity. At least a month to be with his s/o and child. What’s the government gonna do? Fire him? He’s one of their, if not, THE best agent they got. They fire him, they’re down a fucking legend.

I’m gonna say, I feel like Leon is so….in a honeymoon phase, he completely disregards himself for you and the baby. You need to sleep and heal after giving birth, so Leon takes 100% care of the baby until you’re physically able to. The problem? He forgets to sleep at all, and damn near passes out after like, day 4.

He catches himself, so the baby ain’t hurt, but the dumbass at first goes “man….i need to sit down. Maybe get some water” but the moment he sits down he clocks the fuck out.

The baby cries and he wakes up again, but this time, it’s you holding the baby, cooing and soothing them. The sight alone makes him emotional again.

I just have a lot of feelings about dad Leon.

-angsty anon (enjoy another thesis)

AWEE YES DAD LEON THOUGHTS! I know you sent me this a little while ago but I still wanted to answer because I absolutely love thinking about Leon becoming a father and how devoted and protective he becomes. Bye, I'm going to cry.

Leon gives me the impression that he will be anxious throughout his partner's pregnancy. He'll become more overprotective if he isn't already, and the hovering habits will start to show very early on. He'll be attentive to your needs, but will almost smother you out of concern. Asking about whether or not you took your vitamins, if you slept enough, if you needed something from the store, if your cravings were satisfied.

Sometimes it does annoy you, but it's really just the influx of hormones pumping through your body. You reassure him constantly, reminding him that he's a good partner and he's doing enough, and you know his worrying is a good thing because it means he cares that much.

I also see him wanting to be nearby constantly, like a shadow, and Leon is just always there. He doesn't let you do any of the labor at home, he wants you to focus on sleeping, eating well, and being healthy. The last thing he needs is for you to be stressed out or unhappy because he knows that isn't good for the baby, and he also doesn't want to piss you off because he's been warned about how cranky a pregnancy can make someone. He does the laundry, cooks, cleans, helps you out with your nesting and always has a reassuring hand somewhere on your body, mostly on your lower back.

He's there at every appointment no matter what, he's not missing it for a second. But if it's really a hassle and he has to go on a mission, which you support and fully understand, he'll tell Hunnigan to keep a close eye on you or for a close friend to go with you during your appointment. He just wants to make sure you're not entirely alone.

Once your belly expands and his T-shirts no longer cover most of your body, Leon is all over you. There's something about seeing you so full, waddling into the kitchen and looking into the fridge for a snack that makes him smile and happy. He's also the type to always want to have a hand on your belly, even in his sleep, and likes to run his thumb over the dark line that goes all the way down your abdomen. I like having this headcanon that whenever the baby moves too much and is kind of giving you a hard time, he puts a soft hand over your stomach and gently talks to them until they calm down. Leon has this natural calming presence that is very much needed during your pregnancy, and you tease him about how your baby will be attached to him the moment they're born.

But oh the moment you go into labor? It's all hands on deck. He's been prepping for this, reading books on pregnancy and childbirth, wanting to be your rock in the process but when you tell him your water broke, his mind doesn't work. He'll be the type to say "Don't panic!" as he's panicking and you have to remind him to take the hospital bag he's prepared months in advance.

The birth itself is a harsh and grueling process, but Leon helps you see it all the way through. He does not leave that hospital room, doesn't let the nurses kick him out, and stands his ground as your advocate. You're both scared at the thought of welcoming a whole new life into this world, and he's right next to you, holding your hand and whispering words of encouragement and praise in your ear.

Leon hates seeing you scared, hates seeing you hurt, but it really is all worth it the moment he hears that shriek of a baby's cry fill the room. It's the most beautiful thing he's heard, he doesn't care if the high pitch of the violent scream makes his ears hurt. For the first time in months, he feels like he can breathe again.

Seeing this bundle of joy all wrapped up in a pink blanket and pink beanie makes him cry, that new baby scent he's heard so much about before fills his nose and his chest aches from so much love. He doesn't need to verbally tell you that he's proud of you, that he's happy, that he loves you. It's written all over his face and from the way he can't seem to take his eyes off his daughter, he knows what this different kind of love feels like.

Leon Kennedy is a selfless guy, and every time he glances at his baby, he sometimes sees flashes of Sherry when she was younger or even Ashley when he went to go save her in Spain. It's not necessarily a bad thing, but that same urge to protect this life with every fiber of his being comes in full force.

He thinks he develops a new level of fear and paranoia, taking over damn near every duty that was involved in raising a child. He wants to help you recover, allowing you to get your sleep and your physical strength back as he takes care of your baby girl.

He does everything at the expense of his physical health. He can't sleep most of the time and wants to be ready for when his daughter cries at 2 am until his lack of sleep starts to beat his ass after two weeks. Sure, he's on parental leave to help you out and to bond with his child, but you often find him fast asleep in the rocking chair, neck craned at an awkward angle that will irritate him later on. You come towards him and wake him up, his body jolting awake and ready for whatever threat comes his way until he blinks and sees you.

"Is she okay?", he says groggily, dark circles around his eyes and his hair an unruly mess. It was sweet seeing how the first thing he wondered about when he woke up was his daughter.

"Yeah, she's alright, still asleep. You should go to bed baby, I can watch her", you tried to get it through to Leon that he needs to rest too, not just you and your child.

"I could use a nap", he caves, standing up with a groan and rubbing the back of his neck the way you expected him to. Despite being half asleep, he gives you a sweet kiss on the lips and walks out of the nursey. "Wake me up if you need me", he mumbles before leaving the room entirely.

You don't wake him up, not for a couple of hours at least so the migraine that's pulsing in his head wears off. Leon doesn't care if his body goes on complete shutdown, anything you both need, he'll be there ready to do whatever is necessary to make your family dynamic function.

[gaybananabread]

Could we have some radioapple tickle hcs pls? <3

(Can be platonic or romantic!)

🍎Alastor & Lucifer Tkl Headcanons📻

~Of course! I’ve been looking for an excuse to write some Hazbin stuff, so I’m more than happy to get these disaster-dads in. I’m gonna do their individual hcs first, then the pairing ones at the bottom. Hopefully these aren’t too OOC. Thank you for requesting!~

🦌Alastor📻

General:

I think we can all agree this asshole loves a good tickling, though the direction depends on who’s around him.

Only certain people are allowed to touch him normally, much less tickle him.

Still, I’d say he’s a lee-leaning switch. He just masks his moods when they’re “inconvenient.”

Lee:

He gets into lee moods more often than he’ll ever willingly admit.

Actually acknowledging and dealing with them, however, is a whole different story.

Whenever he’s stuck somewhere with his regular acquaintances, he’ll just suck it up and try to stifle any reactions. If he’s lucky, he’ll be able to slip away and hide somewhere to wait it out.

When he does actually deal with them, however, he practically gives himself up to the ler.

Only Rosie, Mimzy on a good day, and occasionally Lucifer are allowed to tickle him without much asking. Everyone else has to have explicit permission, and are severely limited in what they can do.

When it’s one of those three, Al becomes a wriggly, kicking, squirmy mess of a demon. He definitely cannot hold still while being tickled.

For anyone he’s not really that close to, they can only really go for his sides or palms without being murdered afterwards.

If you get him good enough, some high-pitched bugles and bleats could slip into his laughter.

His worst spots are his hips and ribs. He loses it when you go for either; you’ll get a lot of adorable deer noises.

His melt spots are his ears for sure. His smile gets all dreamy and relaxed; if you’re lucky, you may even get a few little bleats or some purring here and there.

Ler:

Run for the fucking hills, my friend.

He’s an evil bastard of a ler for sure. If you’ve pissed him off a certain way (or just seem like you need a good tickling), he’ll make you scream.

Now, while cruel, the deer man is no hypocrite; if you seriously don’t like or want to be tickled, he’ll stop. Maybe not apologize, but he certainly won’t try it again unless you specifically ask.

If you do ask, expect no mercy.

He’ll use his shadow tentacles to tickle the living (or dead) shit out of you.

Though he may not always listen right away, I’d recommend setting up a safeword with him. That way, he’ll know when you’re seriously done.

Teases very sarcastically, but he’s always serious when he compliments your smile.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you over all that laughter, my dear.”

“Oh my, that is quite the bad spot, isn’t it? How about I send a little friend or two to give it some love?”

“You have a lovely smile, dear! So wide and cheerful; you’ve just got to show it off more!”

“You’re always so sour-faced. Maybe we should make these little attacks more frequent, hmm?”

Despite all this, he can be decent with aftercare. If he’s really comfy with you, you’ll get head pats and maybe some cuddles.

If not, he’ll send his shadow over to snuggle with you. It’s not really the same, but you can feel the hugs it gives. Maybe, if you’re lucky, he’ll let you have some of his mother’s famous jambalaya.

🍎Lucifer🎪

General:

You can’t tell me this man doesn’t love being tickled.

Like, there’s a way to laugh his heart out and drown out all his negative thoughts? Man is more than down.

On the flip side, he can’t help but enjoy the giddy panic on someone’s face when his fingers wiggle into their sides. It’s a great way to take them down a peg without doing any harm (Charlie approves).

For that, I’d say he’s a 50-50 switch.

Lee:

He’s got different reactions around different people, depending on how well he knows them.

If he doesn’t know you all that well, he’s gonna try to hide his reactions: pushing you away, biting back giggles, acting like he hates it.

If you’re close? Completely different story.

He’ll crumble at the first sign of wiggling fingers, a big ol’ smile dominating his features. He can’t help it; the thought of getting tickled by someone who cares makes him so giddy.

If he’s really lost in laughter, his wings might pop out. It’s adorable, and it gives you a lovely new spot to attack~

His lee moods are about as rare as drug dealers in hell.

Pretty obvious, too; random giggle fits, staring at others’ hands, and giddy blushes are plentiful.

When he gets into them, Luci can actually ask for help sometimes. Sure, it’s flustered and stuttery, but it gets the message across.

His worst spots are his wingpits - all six of them. Even light scribbling there will send him into near hysterics.

His melt spot - and favorite spot - is his belly. The widest, giddiest smile forms if you gently tickle him there. Go for long enough, and he might even doze off.

Ler:

He’s such a loving menace of a ler, no argument.

He’ll take things slow, but you’re gonna get the hell teased out of you, no question.

“Aww, what’s the matter? Does it tickle? I’m barely getting started!”

“Snorts already? Man, this really tickles, doesn’t it?”

“You’ve gotta be the cutest thing in all of hell! I mean, listen to those giggles!”

“I’ve gotta refer you to Charlie. This level of adorableness could warm the coldest of hearts~”

“Not there, huh? Then how about here? Or here? You’ve really gotta be more specific.”

You KNOW this man would use his wings against you. Sneaky hugs, followed by some feathery fun~

His ler moods are frequent and fierce. If nobody asks him within a few hours, he’ll just attack the first lee who gives him semi-probable cause.

Even though he’s a bit of a meanie, he’s a saint with aftercare.

This man loves post-tickle cuddles; what’s better than curling up with a snuggly, giggly lee? He gives great back-rubs, and I think he could make a mean grilled cheese.

❤️Paired💛

We can all agree that Lucifer is the main ler, right?

Now, Al doesn’t just let the man tickle him; that’d be too easy.

Deer man loves to tease: raising his arms to “reach for things” with others around, chuckling right in Luci’s ear, just being an all-around asshole.

It takes the blonde everything he has not to pounce in public.

By the end of the day, it’s safe to say that Lucifer gets the last laugh~

When Luci is in a lee mood, he'll just straight-up ask for tickles from Al.

Just to annoy him, he'll plop in the deer man's lap, raise his arms, and demand attention. Alastor is more than happy to oblige~

NOW, when Al’s in a ler mood, the tables pretty much turn inside-out.

He’ll go up to Lucifer, teleport him to his room, pin him with tentacles to the wall or bed, and make him squeal. He’ll usually push the fallen angel until he safewords.

While Lucifer could just escape, he “secretly” enjoys being taken down a few notches. Besides, he gets free cuddles afterwards.

Speaking of which, they always cuddle afterwards, no matter who the lee is. It’s an unspoken rule neither of them are keen on breaking.

[rickittys]

aight another thought: ricky switching from a soft dom to a hard dom (bcs you went bratty).

i’m like. not used to writing hard dom material? so this might come off as more jealous! or possessive!ricky so my bad o(-<

thinking about being his diamond plus one to a high fashion after-party with him. dressed to the nines in matching versace with custom made jewelry curtesy of your beloved ricky, you were basically glued to his side the whole night. <3 ricky enjoyed having his arm linked with yours, smile growing when he’d introduce you to partners and higher ups. “yeah she’s…even more breathtaking than the last time i looked at her. which was thirty seconds ago,” he’d gush, kissing your cheek while you grinned shyly.

at some point in the night, you briefly split up-ricky discussing the next season’s line with some designers while you spoke with a senior director and other partygoers. you were oblivious to the stares from various people at the event, some asking if you had a place to stay that night, if they could have your number, the works. from across the venue, ricky felt pricks of jealousy in his chest. it was like he teleported to your side as he made a show of tugging you by the waist. he rushed an excuse about an early flight the next day as he ushered you out.

once you arrived at your hotel room, you spun around in confusion. “and what was that all about?” you asked, brows furrowed. ricky was stripping off his clothes, staring at you with a gaze you couldn’t identify.

“did you..like getting all the attention from those guys back there?” he questioned, arms crossing. you tilted your head and after a moment, you laughed quietly. “oh baby, you feeling jealous?”

he didn’t answer, running a hand through his hair. you pouted, crossing the room to stand in front of him. “i mean,” you begin, pressing a hand to his chest, “i felt a bit like marilyn monroe, i won’t lie.” you giggle as a look of irritation graced his face.

“oh so the attention i give you isn’t satisfactory, huh?” he raised an eyebrow, leaning over you. you blinked up at him playfully.

“i wouldn’t say you’re lacking by any means,” you drawled. “but-“

“you’re talking a lot for someone who’s gonna get fucked dumb,” he cut you off, pressing you against the desk to your side. it all happened so fast- your back slammed on the surface, panties torn open, and hands belted together.

you looked wildly up at ricky, everything suddenly feeling stifling hot. his sharp eyes were glazed over with lust and a hint of anger, his buldge rubbing against you while he sucked hickeys on your neck and nipped your nipples. “might need to shut you up, make you behave a bit, huh baby? got a smart mouth but you’ll still scream just for me, right?”

his taunting made you feel small yet very aroused, you panting his name and mumbling apologies of “i was just kidding” and “you know i didn’t mean it, ricky…”

“yeah?” he growled, shifting. a loud yelp left you as he yanked you legs up and back, folding you in half. “maybe you can convince them too- i’ll have you screaming loud enough for them to hear.”

[lexisecretaccx]

Mine 2 - Matt Sturniolo

Masterlist

(Fem reader x Matt Sturniolo, tiny bit of a fight, stalking, obsessions, male!masturbation, etc.)

A/n: I love this series. No other words just, I love it. And I hope y’all love it as much as I love writing it

Y/n’s POV

I lay down, pretending to sleep because I can hear someone walking around my house, did I lock my door after the roses came? What if my admirer is in here.

What if he’s hot.. wait, I can’t say shit like that, for all I know he could kill me or kidnap me.

I turn over, to alert him that I’m still awake. What if it’s not a man, it could be a woman. The footsteps are too heavy to be a woman. I slip out of bed and into the corner behind the door, I grab the first thing I can find, a hair curler. That’s not gonna do anything unless, I turn it on.

It took a good 3 minutes to get hot, I turned it up to the highest heat. My bedroom door creaks open, my heart is pounding through my chest. A man comes into my vision and I swing the hair curler into his face. A sizzling sound and mine and the man’s screams fill my room. I turn it off before running down my stairs, still armed with the curler.

Who the fuck was that guy, he was old and bald. I start to hyperventilate and I run out of my front door and sit on the steps leading up to my front door, a familiar face runs over to me, Joseph. I burst into tears before he leans down to me.

Matt’s POV

I had started to walk away from her house after dropping the roses off, when I heard screams from y/n’s house. Not just hers but a man’s. I run back to check if it was her and I see her sat on her front step. She notices me and starts to cry. My heart shatters at the fear and sadness in her eyes, “I heard screams you okay?”

She shook her head rapidly, “No, I had some flowers and a note on my doorstep and I think I didn’t lock my door and some guy came in.” She cry’s and stands up to me. I try to contain the happiness I feel that she is talking to me and coming so close to me, I have dreamt of this for a year, maybe not these circumstances but how’s my chance for her to like me.

She grabs onto my arm and looks at her own house in fear, I look down at her beautiful tear stained face, “I’ll get him out.” I smile to her, her face lights up, “really? Thank you!”

I walk into the house, I hear the man stumbling around upstairs, I close the door behind me and once Y/n can’t see me my face switches to pure anger, how can this absolute maniac enter her house?! Only I can do that, she can’t know but.. at least I wouldn’t hurt her.

“Hey.” I call up the stairs as I make my way to the upstairs hallway, the bathroom door is slammed open and the sound of water running is the only thing I hear, “if you really need to shower so badly, there’s one downtow-” I look in the bathroom, the man turns to me, a massive burn mark across his cheek, nose and eye. He swings at me blindly.

“Let’s settle this like gentlemen.” I lie, feeling the anger rush through my veins quicker than my own blood. He looks about 60, he runs at me and I swing a punch at him, knocking him square in the place where his burn is, he screams out in pain and falls to the ground.

I can’t help but feel somewhat responsible for him getting in, I was the one who gave her the letter and flowers, but I can’t dwell on that or even let her know.

I grab his arms and drag him downstairs and out the front door, y/n must’ve called the police because they have pulled up outside. They’re asking her questions and pull the guy outside.

“This him?” The police ask me, I nod. “I recognise this creep,” the policeman adds, “he’s been arrested for similar things before.” He scoffs and pulls the guy out my hands. The policewoman walks up to me and y/n, “do you have anywhere else you can stay? To avoid yourself being scared to sleep here?” She asks y/n. She looks to me, “I don’t have anyone really,” that is true, “and I don’t really know you so i don’t know.” She spoke to me.

I jump at the opportunity, “you can stay with me, I have a spare bedroom.” I say, y/n has always been overly trustworthy and that has turned out bad for her in the past but I would never hurt her. “Really? Thank you.”

Some time passes and y/n is packing a bag of stuff to bring to mine, she allows me to come upstairs with her, I look around the room and my eyes focus on a teddy bear her mother had gotten her when she was younger, she takes it with her everywhere that she sleeps, “don’t forget your bear.” I say, pointing at it.

“Oh yeah, I can’t sleep without it.” She smiles, “I know.” I smile back, her smile falters, “how do you know?” She asks me tilting her head. “Oh I mean like I relate, I have a favourite teddy too.” I have always been good at getting myself out of situations I get myself into, using my words.

“Oh fair enough,” she giggles. Such a perfect laugh. And her smile, her lips so soft and beautiful.

We walk to my house, “do you have a car?” She asks me, “uh, yeah I just don’t drive it too often.” I smile down at her, focusing on the path infront of me. “If you live such a long walk away why were you by my street?” She innocently asks me, her cheeks red from the cold air, “I like walking, to clear my mind.” I nod. “It’s not a long walk just half hour.” I shrug.

“That’s a long walk to me.” She laughs.

We reach my house, it’s a 3 bedroom but one of them is used as my office, and the other a spare bedroom. I need to make sure my door is locked, always, if she gets into the closet I may never see her again.

“This is a nice house.” She looks at the outside as we walk in. The living room and kitchen are plain, only the basics I need as I spend most my time outside or in my room or office. “Where’s your decorations?” She asks me, “I’m a simple guy.” I smile down at her.

“So, Joseph.. what do you do for fun?” We walk upstairs into the guest room, Shit, I forgot I told her my name was Joseph. I need to tell her the truth. “I do photography stuff. Also I lied..” I swallow, she looks up at me confused, “my name’s not Joseph it’s Matt.” She laughs, “why did you lie?” She sets her bag onto the bed.

“I was nervous.” I shrug and I help her empty her bag, “nervous? Why?” I look down at her, “a pretty girl was asking me my name, I got scared.” I lie. The pretty part isn’t a lie but I didn’t want her to know my name but now it doesn’t matter.

She blushes and looks down. “What’s in the rooms at the end of the hallway?” She asks me, “oh that’s my room and office, I keep it locked because I do my work in there.” I reply before walking out of the room, “wait!” She calls. I turn around instantly and walk back.

“Hm?” I hum, “did you see who put the note and flowers by my door?” She sits on the bed, “uh, no.” I lie. “You’re lying.” I shoot my eyes to her, “what?” I chuckle awkwardly. “I can tell by your face, did you see someone by my door?” She’s the only person able to read me, that could be a bad thing.

“I saw someone walk away but I didn’t see if they came from your house.” I smirk, she pats the bed next to her.

“Thank you.. for everything.” She spoke, I felt like she was thanking me for everything and the roses but she didn’t know it was me, and she can never know.

“I’m gonna sleep now, it’s been a long day to say the least.” She smiled at me, her beautiful pink lips glistening in the light. “Okay, night.” I smile back before walking out the room and shutting the door, “can you leave it open slightly?” She asked me, I felt a rush of relief come over me, it will be easier to watch her and see her with the door open.

“Yep.” I leave the door open a crack before returning to my room and locking it behind me. I shift the wardrobe and enter my closet, I flick through the many photographs of her that I have and find the one I took a few weeks back, she was in her living room dancing around in a black skirt and a cami top leaving little to my imagination.

I close up the closet and lie in my bed, the picture in one hand. Am I really gonna do this? I’ve done it before but it feels wrong. But since when have I ever done something not wrong, I’ve been watching this girl for about a year or more.

I unbuckle my pants and slide them down slightly, same with my boxers. I lie back comfortably, and take my cock into my hand I instantly bite my lip at the sensation, she’s been driving me crazy today.

I start to stroke up and down whilst holding back my noises, since she’s in the room next to me. “Fuck..” I breathe out quietly, I fasten my pace, the photo drops to the floor and I squeeze my eyes shut, using my imagination to lead me to my climax.

I let out soft whimpers as I throw my head back, holding back my orgasm so I can keep feeling this. I lose control and come undone, bucking my hips forward as white stripes shoot out of my cock.

I lay there breathlessly for about 2 minutes before I clean myself up and return the picture to its place in the closet. I stand in the closet and start to write down a note, today someone broke into her house, I played the hero and got him out and now she’s staying with me, she doesn’t know I was the one who gave her roses but

My bedroom door knocks, “You in there Matt?” She asks softly through the door, “uh, yeah give me a second..” I leave the note in the closet and quickly move the wardrobe infront of the door.

I open my bedroom door and lean against the frame, “hey you okay?” I ask, still breathing heavily from rushing to close the closet. “I left my phone, at my house.” She sighs she looks upset. “Oh shit, do you want me to get it for you?” I walk out my door and close it behind me, leaving us in the hallway. “Would you? I can come with I just gotta get out of..” I cut her off, “no it’s fine I’ll go for you, just go back to sleep.” I would do anything for her, anything she asks.

“Thank you so much, here’s my house keys,” she hands them to me before pulling me down for a hug. If only she knew what I was doing 10 minutes ago, she wouldn’t talk to me again.

I walk out my front door and make my way to her house..

Forgetting I didn’t lock my bedroom door..

A/n: I got carried away w this one and I don’t even know if it’s that good but like yesss.. next chapters gonna be.. something. 😅

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Sneaky

Ler!Hobie

Lee!Miles

(Strictly PLATONIC!! This is a tickle fic.)

Quick, short fic. I LOVE THEM AAAAH

Miles was told he had to train his stealth a bit, kindly saying he wasn't good at it… at all.

His goal according to Peter B. Parker was to successfully scare at least 5 people. Gwen, Pavitr, Peter B. Parker himself, which would be harder considering he was the one giving him the task, Hobie and Jessica. Miles had already scared 3. Gwen, Pavitr, and Jessica. Even for only 3 people it took around 7 tries, since they were all spiderpeople.

He thought for a second. “Hmm. Maybe i should go for Peter next, but then again that would take the longest. I should probably go for the one that doesn’t know what im doing. Hobie. Yeah! Easy enough.”

He spent a good half an hour trying to find him. Turns out he was in some sort of lab… stealing? Of course.

He crawled on the ceiling, invisible of course. Being extra careful to not make a sound.

Hobie was looking around the lab for random parts he could easily fit in his pockets, humming some tune.

Miles was waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“How long ya gonna wait for?” Hobie suddenly spoke, startling Miles.

Miles wasn’t sure he was talking to him, so he stayed quiet.

“Aye, Miles. Im talking to ya.” Hobie chuckled and looked up, straight at Miles.

“Aw, man…” Miles let out a sigh and jumped down. “How did you know i was there?”

Hobie looked at him. “I knew the moment you arrived, you’re not very good at being sneaky ya know.”

Miles let out a groan. “Yeah…“

“Aye cheer up, bruv. No need to be down in the dumps about it.” Hobie smiled.

Miles looked at him confused “what?”

“Anyways what’re ya trying to do?” Hobie asked while putting something in his pocket again.

“Oh its just- wait, no. Im not gonna tell you.” Miles almost slipped up, it would be so much harder to do if Hobie knew.

“Awe c’mon tell me.” Hobie tapped his shoulder with his fist playfully. “Is it top secret?” He joked.

“Yes, yes it is!” Miles exclaimed.

“Well now i want to know even more, c’mon Miles, were mates! You can tell me.” Hobie leaned against a table, now very eager to know.

“No, no. Not telling you, sorry!” Miles turned to walk away, cause he knew he was eventually gonna tell him if he stayed.

“So ya wanna play like that, do ya? Alright.” Hobie shrugged getting up from the table, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

“What does that mean?” Miles stopped, suddenly feeling nervous.

“Oh nothin’… unless you wanna tell me?” Hobie grinned.

“Wha- no. No way, forget it!” Miles waved his hands at him.

“Alright, alright. Go then. Didn’t wanna know anyway.” Hobie turned away, walking back to the table.

Miles sighed, “thank god.” He started walking to the door, he was gonna try again a bit later.

But before he could leave Hobie spoke up, somehow right behind him. “This is how ya sneak up on people.”

Suddenly Miles felt two hands on his sides. “waitwaitWAIT HOBIE- ACK!” Hobie started wiggling his fingers into the younger boys sides.

“Ya wanna tell me now?” Hobie laughed mischievously.

“nohoho AHAH HOBIEHEHE!” Miles yelped as Hobie switched to tickling his ribs. His legs buckled and he fell to the floor, Hobie catching him.

“Woah, mate. Ticklish much?” Hobie put him on the floor, and switched to his sides again to prevent Miles from getting used to the feeling. “Y’know I can keep this up for as long as i need.” Hobie teased.

“Ehehehe Hobihie nahahAHAH” Miles squirmed, weakly trying to fight him back. “STAHAHAP NAHAHAAA”

“So ya wanna tell me yet? Or do i need to keep going?” Hobie chuckled with miles.

“ihim nohohot telling yohoHOU NOHOO” Miles threw his head back and kicked his feet.

“Well if you insist, I’m having fun so i dont plan on stopping any time soon. Hey, yer hips ticklish?” Hobie didnt wait for an asnwer and went for his hips.

Miles SCREAMED. “NAHAA OHO MAHAHAI GAHAHAD HOBIHIE NOHOOH AGHAHA” Miles bucked and shook his head frantically. Trying to pry Hobies hands off of his hips.

“I guess they are, dont try to fight me, only way ill stop is if you tell me!” He pressed his hands into Miles’ hips a little stronger, laughing with him.

“OHOKAY OKAHAHAY JUST STOHOHAHAHA-“ Miles could barely speak, it tickled so bad.

As promised Hobie stopped as soon as Miles told him to. “Alright, spill it. Unless you want to go for round 2? I wouldn’t mind.” He smirked.

“im good, ihim gohohood.” Miles was still giggling.

“So?” Hobie looked at him intrigued.

“Ihits just some stupid task Peter gave me, apparently im not stealthy enough. So i have to scare 5 people, you were one of them.” Miles held his sides, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“Ohoh! So thats what it is! I have to agree with Parker here.” He chuckled.

Miles groaned, he knew Hobie was right.

“Better luck next time, bruv! Just watch your back. Maybe ill be the one sneaking up on you, aye?” He teased Miles as he helped him up to his feet.

Miles chuckled, a little embarrassed.

“Alright, alright. I will.” Miles said as he wiped his shoulder to get a little dust off of it.

“I suggest catching them in an environment where its not so silent, like here.” Hobie pointed around the lab.

“Ah, yeah. You're right.” Miles chuckled.

“Alright go, get Peter first, then come back to me. Always stay alert.” Hobie wiggled his fingers at Miles, chuckling.

Miles cringed a little, shook his head and turned to leave, yeah, no he definitely was gonna go for Peter next.

[thesupreme316]

I’ll never be over with Jungle boy turn on hook

Therefore I’m in need for something, anything with either

- the reader being at ringside/ JB side when he turn ( in shock ex:when Seth turned on the shield and the reader having the same reaction as Dean/Jon did)

- Reader’s backstage reaction plus Anna Jay next to them ( reader could be angry and Anna having to hold them back;Confused( Reader and Anna are tag partners in this one); or no reaction as they felt that this was gonna happen

- Reader joining in on turning on Hook

- Reader taking it to Twitter like how Bowers and Danhausen did(love them for that😌)

- Reader being at the announcer table with Taz and him having to hold them down

- Or (personally my favourite) reader beating the ever loving shit out of Jungle Boy either the same night or the following Wednesday

The reader can be any gender, can be a champion

Much love ❤️

SHIT I DID ALL THE ABOVE AND YALL GONNA READ IT choose your adventure bitchesssss

You Reacting to Jungle Boy Turning on Hook:

Word Count: 1.5K

Supreme Speaks: hiii, i did all the above! I left Y/N gender-neutral and entirely up to the reader's design (i hope). Thank you to @hookerforhook for requesting this ❤️. I did both a heel and face reaction. Please know that you are loved and appreciated.

Warnings: things that are said about Jack Perry are not true and come from a very deep (AND HURT AND INSULTED) place within me, fake twitter pic, not proofread.

Taglist: @hookerforhook @hooks-martin @wwenhlimagines @sheinthatfandom

If you wanna be a heel:

You were backstage with your best friend, Anna Jay (who’s a part of JAS ew)

The two of you were watching Jack’s (Anna’s boyfriend and your other best friend) match against Sanada on the monitor

You were also watching Hook; a person you didn’t have any particular way of feeling towards

Nothing against him, just particularly didn’t care for him (imagine that) or this little partnership they have

At times you would help them out, evening the odds with JAS or other teams; but still no attachment to Hook (despite the media calling you the 3 Amigos)

Over the course of weeks, you knew something was gonna happen…you could just feel it

Jack was getting nastier and more aggressive over the past month

Maybe it was Christian getting under his skin, or the comparisons to Hook, or maybe even the doubtful opinions of the fans

But one thing is for sure, something was bound to happen this week

After Jack lost to Sanada, they were walking back up the ramp when Jack tackled Hook; resulting in the entire arena booing him and gasping

“Holy shit!” Anna exclaimed, not believing what she saw. She looked over at you for a reaction, but you didn’t have one. 
Not a single emotion ran through your body.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m not surprised.” You said as Jack stood over Hook’s body. Then, an idea came into your head, making your eyes gleam with mischief. “But I’m gonna do something.” You started to walk away from Anna, towards the stage.

“Y/N! Be careful, and don’t be stupid!” Anna yelled as you went through the curtains.

And as if a switch went off in you, your emotionless face was replaced with a concerned one, making the crowd grow antsy yet sad. You looked at Jack with fear as you went over to “check” on Hook.

You got him up on his feet to the crowd cheering…but then the audience grew with anger as you delivered a roundhouse kick to Hook, knocking him back down again. Looking around the arena, you heard and saw all the negativity that was being thrown at you. You turned around to see Jack with a smile on his face, you two high-fived each other. Both you and Jack raised your hands in victory. As you two walked to the back, Taz was screaming at you and vowing that Hook would get his revenge.

You didn’t care.

It was just business….

nothing personal.

If you wanna be a face (this is much longer my bad):

You were in a tag team with Anna Jay (who was freed from the shackles from JAS)

The two of you held tag team championship gold (either a women’s tag team or a mixed tag team championship; whatever you choose)

On the other hand, you were really good friends with Hook and Jack Perry

Going to the point where JungleHook would team up with you and Anna to take on various teams

For Jack’s match at Forbidden Door against Sanada, Jack invited you and Anna to observe his match while Hook accompanied him

After your title defense earlier that night, you and Anna decided to take that offer

Instead of crowding the ring, you and Anna sat at the commentary table with Taz, Hook’s dad

After the match, you and Anna were gonna go up to Jack to comfort him

Until he attacked Hook, leaving everyone speechless and you with a beyond shocked look on your face (that also became a viral meme in the wrestling community)

Sidenote: like everyone and their momma referenced your picture like that one dude when Undertaker’s streak ended

Even though you were shocked and blindsided, you had to contain Taz, who was begging to punch Jack

“Nah! Nah! Lemme beat his ass! I’ll show him what’s up!” Taz said trying to get out of his seat. You took off your headphones and tried to hold him back. But as you turned around, you saw Jack gloating and making fun of Hook to the audience. Immediately, anger rose within you, making you jump out of your chair and almost over the table to get to Jack. But you were held back by Anna as Jack ran backstage.

Looking at her, something clicked in your mind, “Did you know?” You asked with betrayal and disbelief in your voice. The thought of one of your best friends would keep a secret this hurtful from you made you sick. Anna’s eyes widened as she shook her head.

“No! No! I didn’t know anything! I swear!” Anna said with her eyes pleading for you to believe her. You sighed as you and Taz walked over to Hook, who was making his way to his feet. The four of you went backstage as Hook put ice on his neck and Taz stared daggers into the floor. “Guys, I’m so sorry about that. I honestly didn’t know, and if I did I would have told you.”

You nodded your head, as you know that her words rang true. You just sighed before looking at Hook, who was fuming mad. “What do you wanna do now, Hook?

“I’m gonna kick the living shit out of him.” Hook said before turning to Anna. “I want to apologize to you in advance, cause after I’m done with him, you won’t be able to recognize your little boyfriend.”

Anna shrugged, “He has it coming. I just don’t want this to drive our friendship apart.” She looked at you for reassurance, but you were typing away on your phone. “Y/N?”

“Oh yeah, we’re good. I was tweeting something, but Anna, we’re okay.” You said putting your phone down. Immediately (just like your initial reaction) your tweet went viral as you told Hook that you have an idea. Hook turned to you, motioning for you to continue. You smirked as Taz and Anna both leaned in.

—Time Skip: Wednesday, AEW Dynamite—

Granted, seeing Jack like this was horrible (given the circumstances) but what is worst is this promo he was doing. He was dissing the audience and Hook all in one breath. To you and Anna (who was standing right beside you), it was unnatural, as if he was paid or brainwashed into doing this. Since Sunday, Anna hasn’t talked to Jack like they normally do. She’s still in love with him but is just confused and angry about the fact that she is placed in the center of the feud.

You on the other hand was mad as hell. If your face didn’t show it, your Twitter page sure did. You and Jack had a quick yet heated exchange on Twitter, with your tweets going viral just like your initial reaction.

It was safe to say as of right now it was you had 1 point and Jack also had 1 point.

“I’m still banging the hottest bitch in this place!” Jack said, making the crowd gasp and slightly cheer.

You shrugged your shoulders, quickly glancing at Anna. “I mean-he ain’t wrong.” You said making Anna giggle. “I don’t know why he had to refer to you as bitch.”

“Right! When I get to him, he’s gonna wish that Hook killed him.” Anna said through her teeth. As if it was right on cue, Hook’s theme song hit the arena and Hook quickly shuffled past you and Anna. “It’s go time,” Anna whispered.

Hook ran down the ramp and slid into the ring, right after Jack slipped out of the ring and started to run around the arena through the crowd. Hook was right on his tail, as he was a D1 athlete. They both made their way backstage where you quickly got into position. You told Anna to stay out of the plan as you didn’t want to complicate things for her.

Jack ran backstage and started to knock things down to trip Hook, he turned around to see if it worked (and to no one’s surprise, it did not). When he turned back around to start running again, he was met with your boot as you gave him a bicycle kick out of nowhere. The audience cheered very loudly for you as Jack laid across the concrete. Hook looked at you before he started to stomp his ribs. With no hesitation you joined him, hitting Jack with elbows, forearms, and eventually a steel chair.

You were separated by security briefly before Hook went around and duplexed Jack through the snack table. You delivered the final blow by performing a spinning back kick to Jack’s face before throwing him into the car he was gonna make his getaway in. You slammed the door and gave Hook a fist bomb. The crowd cheered even louder as you two walked out of the frame.

You and Hook started to trend as people really liked you teaming up against Jack. Now, one can only hope that this really doesn’t conflict with your friendship with Anna.

But until that moment comes, the score is…

You- 2

Jack- 1

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 18: Chase

fandom: marvel

word count: 820

pairing: steve rogers x reader (platonic)

summary: steve is gonna make you pay for constantly making fun of him

Steve Rogers was fast. That, you knew for a fact.

He could run circles around almost everyone in the tower, sans Bucky, who was just as quick, if not quicker. Thor was close to giving him a run for his money, but Steve would always come out on top.

So, why you decided to run away from him knowing he’d eventually catch you—you’d never know.

You had been relentlessly teasing Steve about losing a sparring match against Nat for days now. On that first day, it was the only thing you could talk about, earning you laughs from all the habitants of the tower within earshot of your jests.

After that, you’d bring it up every once in a while, laughing as Steve rolled his eyes.

“Isn’t that getting a little old?” Steve had asked you, huffing as he swung his fist hard into the punching bag. You leaned against the metal pole with your arms crossed, insufferable smirk on your face.

“Mm, not as old as you. Come on, you have to admit it’s kind of hilarious.”

“It was funny 3 days ago.”

You knew Steve wasn’t really upset about losing to Nat, nor was he at your constant teasing, so he never gave you a good incentive to stop. Plus, you just loved to get on his nerves the way a little sibling would to a bigger sibling.

That was until a week had passed and you were still going on about it. Steve had been quietly reading that day’s newspaper in the kitchen when you had waltzed in and brought it up before even saying good morning. Steve held in a groan, shutting the paper and turning to you.

“You have 10 seconds to run before you get it,” He cryptically threatened you. You barked out a laugh, eyeing him with confusion.

“Get what?”

“It.” Steve putting emphasis on the consonant. A second or two later, your eyes widened in terror. You knew exactly what ‘it’ was and he was merciless about it when it came to you.

“You wouldn’t…” You muttered while backing away from him.

“10…9…”

Before he could say the next number, you were down the hall to try and find a place to hide. But Steve Rogers was fast and you knew you didn’t stand a chance against the Captain. Even with that head start, he’d catch you before you could successfully hide from him.

You heard his feet stamping from behind you, your heartrate increasing with every step you took. It also didn’t help that you weren’t prepared to run, socks covering your feet rather than a pair of shoes. So as you went to turn the corner, you slipped and fell to the floor with a thud.

Steve was on you within seconds, but not for the reason you thought he’d be.

“Are you alright?” He asked with genuine concern, squatting down to your level. You inhaled deeply to catch your breath, looking up at your assailant with wide eyes. Steve’s hands were placed on your shoulder and leg, checking for any injuries.

“I-I’m okay, Steve. I just slipped. Maybe warn me next time and I’ll be prepared with some shoes,” You teased him half-heartedly. You made to stand up, but Steve’s touch was firm, telling you to stop moving.

“You’re absolutely sure? Nothing hurts?”

You turned to glance at him warily. “Yes, I promise I’m fine!”

“Great,” Steve breathed out in relief prior to completely switching his hand placement, bracing his thumbs on the backs of your ribs so that his fingers could dig into the hollows of your arms. You screeched in surprise as you crumbled to the floor, your arms trapping his hands.

“WHA—STEHEHEVE!”

“You said you weren’t hurt, so you’re obviously okay for me to exact my revenge,” He responded. You could hear the smirk on his lips, uncharacteristic for the serious super soldier. Steve was evil when it came to tickling you. Taking on the role of big brother well after you’d made fun of him a little too long.

“NOHO! OKAHAY! PLE—STEHEVE, I’M SOHORRYHY!” You screamed out, your feet pounding on the floor to try and distract from the feeling. “I WOHON’T SAY ANYTHING EHEHELSE ABOUT IHIT.”

Steve took your word for it, forcefully ripping his hands out from under your arms and pushing you onto your back. He grinned at the mess he’s made of you before offering you a hand to help you stand up. You took it, albeit hesitantly, and stood up, straightening out your wrinkled clothes.

“You know you’re way too ticklish to keep messing with me like that,” Steve mentioned with a raised eyebrow. “I would have thought you’d learned your lesson after last time.”

You scoffed instead of replying, flipping him off before taking off in a sprint down the hallway once again.

Steve was right. You’d never learn your lesson.

[eriquin]

The Trolley Problem, part 20

Steve realizes what happens when you pull the lever to switch the tracks.

(master post)

Steve spun around to look back at the house. There was no demogorgon, and no Eddie. He ran back to see the seam in the wall closing up. “No, no, no, nononono.” His voice kept chanting the one word as he scrambled forward, like it would undo what had happened. The gate was closing too fast. He kept screaming as he clawed at it, not caring if it singed his fingertips or broke his nails. 

“Eddie! Eddie, run!” he yelled, still trying to pry the gate back open with his fingers. “Eddie, if you can hear me, run!” It was closing now, and the wooden boards that made up the exterior of the house were growing back into place like some kind of freakish plant. He tried to push them back, to keep the gate open, but couldn’t. 

A pair of arms as strong as his own grabbed him around the chest and pulled him back. “Steve! Steve, fucking stop!” 

They tumbled to the ground. Steve turned and shoved the other boy off of him and scrambled back to his feet. The gate was completely closed now, with not even a seam in the siding to show that it had been there. He slammed his fists against the wall and screamed. 

“What the fuck was that?” came a familiar shriek from behind him. He finally turned around.

Tommy was close by, covered in dirt from where they’re rolled on the ground and holding his hands out like Steve was a wild animal. Carol was halfway between them and the beamer. She had her arms wrapped tightly around Will. They both looked completely spooked. 

Steve gulped for breath. “What... What are you...” He looked wildly between Carol and Tommy. There were too many things going wrong, and he had to act. His mind got an idea and everything snapped into place. “Get Will out of here,” he said, pointing at Carol. “It’s too dangerous.”

He marched back through the front door and into the house. The Byers had lived here for ages, and they would have what he needed to bring the demogorgon back. If Nancy and Jonathan could do it, so could he. He headed straight to the kitchen and started rummaging through the drawers. 

Tommy followed him inside. “Steve!” he shouted. “The hell are you doing?”

“It smells blood, like a shark,” Steve said. He kept pulling drawers open, looking for their knives. “If I bring it here, maybe Eddie can get away.” He found the sharp knives and grabbed one.

“Steve, what the fuck?” Tommy grabbed Steve’s arm and turned him around to look at him. “What the fuck is going on? What is that thing? How do you know it’ll come here?” He looked terrified and frantic.

“Tommy, you have to run. Get in your truck and get them to safety.” Steve shoved Tommy back. He grabbed the blade of the knife in his left hand and grimaced, counting a quick 1-2-3 in his head before digging it into his palm. It stung more than he thought it would, and he winced as the blood welled up and dripped onto the floor. Tommy was still there, staring at him. “Just, get out. Go!” 

Tommy refused to go even as the lights started flickering. Steve spun around in place, looking for where the monster would come from. 

“It’s coming!” he shouted, loud enough that he hoped Eddie would hear him in the Upside Down. “I’m gonna distract it! Eddie, you have to run! I’ll find a way to get you out, just run!” 

“Harrington, are you insane?” Tommy yelled back. “He’s gone! What the fuck is—” The wall in the livingroom started to distend, stretching out like raw pizza dough. Tommy saw it at the same time as Steve. He fell back, while Steve stepped up and held the knife out.

“Come on, you bastard,” Steve muttered. 

Behind him, Tommy was swearing. He grabbed Steve’s arm and shouted at him. “Steve, come on!” He pulled, and was strong enough and panicked enough to drag Steve back. The monster was coming through. “It’s here! It’s distracted! You can’t fight it with a fucking kitchen knife!” 

Something clicked in Steve’s head just as the monster’s claws pierced through the freakish membrane. Maybe it was the smell of rot coming from the Upside Down, activating some sense memory. He dropped the knife and let Tommy pull him towards the door. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled. The monster was too close, and he was too stupid to get through this. 

Steve scrambled after Tommy, and they fell over each other trying to get out the front door. Tommy shouldn’t be here. Steve grabbed his arm and hauled him to his feet. They didn’t look back, but he heard the monster snarling behind them. 

His car was right in front of them. The nailbat was in the trunk. He pulled at Tommy’s arm and they ran, scrambling in the dirt, blood dripping from his hand.

They tripped again, screaming and rolling over each other in the dirt. Steve got to his feet, turned around, saw Tommy sprawled behind him. And the demogorgon outside of the house.

Saw the demogorgon roar and bound and leap, claws out, flower-mouth full of teeth—

Illuminated by headlights—

Slammed out of the air by a steel truck!

The truck skidded past, barely missing Tommy’s legs as it crashed into the demogorgon. It knocked the monster far, towards the trees. There was Carol at the wheel. She came to as sharp a stop as the truck could manage, and still ended up taking out the laundry line in front of the house. Tommy shakily got to his feet as the passenger door of his truck flew open. 

“Get in!” shouted Will, waving them closer.

But Steve stood frozen in place. He could see the shadow of the monster on the ground. It wasn’t moving. He was so close to just ending it. He backed up to the trunk of his car and got the nailbat out. It wouldn’t take much. 

Tommy was already halfway into the truck when he saw the bat in Steve’s hand. “What the fuck—” He looked at where Steve was looking and saw the fallen monster. “Steve! Come on! It’s dead!”

“It’s gonna be,” Steve said. He brought the bat up in front of him and stalked closer. “We need something that’ll burn. Get me something that’ll burn. I’m ending this.” 

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy said. Steve heard him run up behind him, but didn’t turn to look. 

When Tommy tried to grab his arm again, he shook him off. In that second, the monster stirred. It launched to its feet and took off into the woods. Steve started to chase it, but Tommy held him back. 

“Steve! It’s nine fucking feet tall and made of teeth, we’re not—” 

Steve rounded on Tommy and shoved him back, leaving a bloody handprint on the front of his shirt. “I know what it is!” he shouted. “We have to kill it. It’s just going to kill more people if we don’t.” 

He looked back into the woods, then at the house. The lights were all steady. Despite the blood still dripping from his hand, the demogorgon was gone. 

Carol and Will climbed out of the truck. Carol kept her arm around Will and kept looking around, like she was ready to scoop him up and bolt at the first flickering light. “What the hell was that thing?” she asked.

Both Will and Steve answered at the same time, saying, “Demogorgon.” Will looked shocked at this, but Steve just kept staring at the house, where he’d last seen Eddie. He walked back there, feeling less steady with every step. There was his sword on the ground, shattered into pieces. 

Steve dropped the bat onto the ground. He spun around a few times. “Eddie? Are you still here?” he asked the air. “Did you run? Did you make it?” He was shaking very badly now. 

There was no response. He looked around for some sign, like that gentle cascade of Christmas lights after he and Nancy and Jonathan had fought off the demogorgon. Jonathan had said that was his mom in the Upside Down looking for Will. He had told Eddie about it, hadn't he? Had he told him how Will had used the lights? Would he remember? 

Or was he laying on the poisoned ground of the Upside Down right on the other side of the wall, bleeding out, maybe already dead. Maybe it was like what happened to Barb. Maybe it was already too late.

Will detached himself from Carol’s side and came over to him. He was so small. He wrapped his tiny arms around Steve’s middle and held on tight. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. 

That broke him, and he sat down on the ground. He clutched his injured hand to his chest and wailed.

[midwestmade29]

Choose Me (Part 3)

Christmas writing prompt: #20 (A couple broken up get invited to a Christmas party) Word Count: 1,023 Divider by: @benkeibear Be sure to check out @madhatterbri's [full list] of Christmas/New Year writing prompts!

Lots of dialogue in part 3 😮‍💨 and still dripping with lots of angst!

I think I’m gonna have to give @madhatterbri her angst crown back after writing this story. Not my strong suit, but always good to switch things up from time to time.

Only disclaimers I would say part 3 has is manipulation and some cursing 😬

Every story has an ending...but will yours be happy?

“Aww, you look upset. What’s wrong sunshine?” Shayna asked with smug smile on her face. “Please move.” You said sternly, but she didn’t budge. “What do you want Shayna? Isn’t there someone else around here you can torment? Maybe some new executive’s ass you can kiss?” Shayna only laughed at your sarcasm which made your blood start to boil. “You’re so cute when you’re jealous! You only wish you could do what I do. Afterall, I do have the grandest prize of all in my bed at night while you’re all alone in yours. Poor thing, it must be so sad knowing Christian chose me over you!” She said, faking a pouty face. Her words cut straight to your core making you want to run and hide like you have the last few months, but you knew you couldn’t waiver. “Look, I really don’t have anything else to say to you other than you won. You won Shayna! Christian is yours! If he wants you to suck the life out of him again like a God damn vampire, then so be it. He saw right through your bullshit before, so one can only hope he will again. Just tell me one thing. Why? Why would you meddle with Christian and I and tear us a part?” As soon as you asked the infamous question, you regretted it because you weren’t sure if you were truly ready to hear the answer.

“Oh honey, isn’t it obvious? I’m a grown woman and you’re just a little girl! Why in the world would someone like Christian ever stay with someone like you? You can’t give him what he needs! Don’t get me wrong, I applaud you for catching his attention for a little while, but now he’s where he belongs and that’s in-between my legs.” Shayna said victoriously. “You stole him from me, so I simply took back what’s mine. An eye for an eye if you will.” Your jaw dropped at her confession and your stomach started to turn at the thought of Christian being intimate with her. Your head felt like it was spinning as you tried to process everything. You felt like crying and screaming at the same time the more her words sank in, but you had to say your peace. “Sounds to me you’re not as grown as you say you are playing these types of childish games. My life is not a game and Christian is not a prize to be won! We are more than pawns in your sick game. Shame on you!” Fury burned in Shayna’s eyes the more you went on. “You just couldn’t stand that he finally got the courage to leave your toxic ass in the first place! So please, cut the shit and move out of my way.”

Without another word, you walked right past her, feeling 10 pounds lighter having unloaded the thoughts and feelings you had built up inside of you for so long. Your strappy heels clacked on the marble stairs as you walked down them, the sound echoing off the walls. Once you reached the bottom step, you heard someone rushing down them not too far behind you. “Y/N! Wait!” Christian called out, but you kept walking and didn’t look back. He eventually caught up with you and tried to stop you when he grabbed hold of your wrist. “Don’t!” you shouted as you pulled your wrist free from Christian’s grasp. “I’m sorry. Please don’t leave like this. I didn’t mean to ruin your night or to upset you. I wasn’t even sure you were here until I heard someone call your name earlier. Once I saw you, I couldn’t stay away. I had to talk to you.” He confessed. After exchanging words with Shayna, you felt numb, so Christian’s words fell upon deaf ears. When you didn’t say anything, he continued. “When Kris finally stopped chewing me out, I saw you say something to Shayna before walking away. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

Feeling exasperated over everything, every thought and feeling you had left spilled from your lips. “You wanted to make sure I was okay? What about Shayna? Shouldn’t you be checking on your girlfriend instead?” He tried to interject, but you stopped him and continued. “You made your choice Christian. I’m not going to beg you to change your mind and choose me instead. If you’re willing to give up everything we had together, then I have to make a choice too. I have to let you go.” Something you said must’ve hit a nerve because he showed his true colors when his next words were coated with condescension. “You have to let me go?” he scoffed. “I did what I had to for my career! I’m all everyone talks about, and Shayna adds to that. I can’t give up that kind of clout! Being with her makes sense for business and that’s what fills my bank account.” In the matter of a few seconds, your entire world caved in once again. All this time you thought you knew Christian, but you were sadly mistaken. You had fallen in love with an imposter and someone who clearly loved fortune and fame more than they loved you.

You pulled yourself out of the stupor you were in, doing your best to hold back the tears that threatened to flow when you replied to Christian. “So, what you’re telling me is that you’re willing to sacrifice true happiness and love for money and notability? It’s evident now more than ever that you are lost. So lost. I hope somewhere down the road you’re able to find your way again Christian. You and Shayna are a match made in hell and the two of you deserve each other!” Without a second glance, you turned and walked away, leaving Christian standing alone in the vestibule just like he left you the night he broke your heart in your apartment. He didn’t even try to say anything further, he could only stand and watch as the best damn thing to ever happen to him walked right out the door.

Phew, glad that’s over 🤣 Now, time to write some smut & fluff!

[warmdusks]

These are my theories for Shadow and Bone S3. If you haven’t read the books don’t read this bc spoilers

sorry my thoughts are all over the place this is just me trying to console myself (i know a lot of us are ??? at the changes) but I think there’s a way to bring it close to the original plot if they’re going to adapt KOS for S3:

• The appaRAT was written off until the end, but I think he’ll be a pertinent character in S3. In the last ep, he was trying to ‘caution’ Nikolai about staging the coronation on the same day as Hringkälla and hinting about his bloodline but Nikolai was like go away 🐀 u’re irrelevant and in retaliation, the Fjerdan Grisha attack at the end could be his doing. We know he switches sides a lot because he’s a 🐀 just trying to gain control over the throne. Yes, he gets attacked in the scene as well but I’m pretty sure he wanted to get a reaction out of Alina and start rumors about her attacking a Grisha or smth but instead, he gets a Sun Saint exhibiting shadow power / merzost. Or maybe it was the easiest way to massacre all the important people in Ravka but failed 🤷‍♀️

• Alina’s Sainthood / Ravka’s First Grisha Queen - I think this is going to be a difficult road. The apparat and the rest of the people in the chapel saw what Alina did. She used Merzost, and the people are going to TALK. The Apparat is going to use this against her being a potential Queen for Ravka. They are going to question where Alina’s loyalty lies and her eligibility to the throne. And with the Sankta Elizaveta foreshadowing in S2, that means the cult of the Starless Saint gonna rise up too. They might possibly claim Alina as their own as she exhibited shadow power? Stir up rumors that General Kirigan is going to be resurrected soon and he and Alina is going to be this power couple taking over the throne? Their Sun Saint isn’t a Sun Saint after all? for sure this is gonna cause distrust among the people, with the blights showing up in random places she might get blamed for it. Will this make her step down as a member of the triumvirate / general of the second army / call off the engagement? Will Mal come running back to Ravka after his soul searching thingy and persuade her to live the anonymous life with him? fake her death and live on a farm? IDK but we have to keep in mind that Alina, Mal, and General Kirigan will have to be major characters still for this series. But I think they can wrap up the Sankta Alina storyline this way. Alina and Mal still had some cameos in KOS and ROW, and the Darkling…we all know what happened

• Alina returning the Neshenyer to Shu Han - The Khergud? Is she going to meet Makhi / Ehri? Will the Crows be a part of this? Or are they going to stick with the Ice Court heist? Not sure if they’ll be completely pulling the Crows out for this season (bc of the spin-off) but the cliffhanger at the end of S2 did hint on the Ice Court Heist. I think their paths will have to cross again for this series’ sake lol

• Nikolai’s 🦇nification. The Apparat would have a lot of blackmail material against the throne if ever he finds out about Nikolai’s little secret. The King’s reputation can withstand a bit of scandal; it would not survive the truth. I guess this is where we’ll get a lot of ZOYALAI action (chaining him to the bed every night, going all over Ravka to investigate, the obisbaya, insert all the close proximity scenes here)

• Zoya of the Lost City - enuf said. And I badly want to see her and Juris. But do they have the budget for a Dragon 😭

• Zoyalai - I think Nikolai’s going to continue pining over Alina but unknowingly falls for Zoya as they work closely together? Then his feelings will be confirmed the moment Sankta Elizaveta drowns Zoya in amber *screams* anyway, we know how rational Zoya is. Might she suggest to Nikolai to call off the engagement with Alina bc the PR team can’t handle all the bad press? Then comes in matchmaker Zoya who secretly yearns for her king </3 i am delusional i just want to see matchmaker zoya 🫶 but really tho, i wish they can build up their work bff relationship first

• Also, do you think David could possibly be alive? No body = no crime but what if the nichevoya was a little hungry…but then we get another David d word scene and we’re going to see Genya’s heart get broken again 😭 i feel so bad for thinking this pls slap me

anyway that’s all for now i am trying to process the mess that is S2

[thelordofgifs]

For the Writer Ask Game: 👀- favorite response to one of your works

(writer ask game)

I worked so hard on part 20 of tfs (which wraps up the second arc) and it really paid off. I can't even pick one set of tags, have them all:

#fuck i'm in tears now...#he asked him to stay! and he stayed!#i'm too emotional...

#screaming crying punching the air

#fuck! none of them have every thought anything through ever! none of them value their own lives!

#third time reading it today. still not over it. goddAMNIT CURUFIN

#HE ASKED HIM TO STAY#to say I was WEEPING#WOULD BE AN UNDERSTATEMENT#oh this part was such a ride#I can't believe himring fell! The fact mae built in a switch to destroy it!#ahhhhhhhhhh#And CURVO WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING#WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU UP TO#OH NO OH NO OH NO#WHY ARE FEANORIANS SO STUPIDLY SELF SACRIFICIAL AND DRAMATIC

#ahhhhhhh#they all need therapy!#this is an excellent arc ending it's very dramatic#where has curufin gone?#will he ever come back?#personally I'm betting he has gone to doriath#because I don't think thingol will kill him#if he sees how sad and pathetic he is in person

#HAVE WE CONSIDERED THAT MAYBE THE PLOT OF THE SILMARILLION IS DRIVEN BY LOVE#LOVE FOR A MOTHER LOST AND A FATHER SLAIN#LOVE FOR BROTHERS AND COUSINS UNDER SIEGE#LOVE FOR A DAUGHTER TO PRECIOUS TO LOSE; LOVE FOR A WOMAN TO BEAUTIFUL NOT TO TRY FOR;#LOVE FOR A FRIEND AND A FRIEND’S SON TOO GOOD TO GIVE UP ON NOW#LOVE TO CLIMB A MOUNTAIN FOR AND LOVE TO CALL AN EAGLE FOR AND LOVE TO RIDE OUT INTO FLAME AND DEATH#LOVE TO DOOM A CITY FOR AND LOVE TO SAIL A SEA TO SAVE AND LOVE TO STAY AND SAIL THE SKIES FOREVER#/HAVE WE CONSIDERED/#I’m having. feelings. about this installment and the prior one.

#your preview cranked my expectations so high i was honestly a little worried#turns out the actual chapter clears the bar with miles to spare#(now i'm just worried about the alarmingly heroic-sacrifice-shaped dent in the narrative next to curufin's last known position)

#AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#op that was a fucking ride#my heart is gonna leap out of my chest i loved it#the dialogue the feels the emotions the fact that no horses were harmed in the making of this fic#that entire last scene#CURVO WTF ARE YOU DOING#i'm sure its for (possibly) good reasons but still#bravo bravo bravo#this is gonna be all i think about for the rest of the week

I mean. look at these!! People are so so nice about this fic it makes me tear up. Sometimes you write something and you know it's genuinely very good and that people are going to love it, and then they do, and it still makes you beam to think about several months later <3 (also cackle. more rollercoasters ahead!)

[grassyhorizon45]

Changed. || Marauders - 13

A quick 3 min per chapter Marauders Era fanfic starring Faith Solace as reader × Sirius/Remus, and Minuet McGonagall (an OC of mine hehe)

Warnings: Yelling, very bad yelling :(

Words: 412

Faith's POV

It's almost the end of the week. Faith had never wanted them to bully someone this badly in her life. Remus laughed when she stuck out her tongue at Sirius and James who were taunting her about the dare being too easy.

“You challenged the wrong pair of troublemakers,” Remus whispered in her ear. She groaned, “Yeah. I’m hoping they slip up today or I’m dead meat.”

Remus chuckled, “Good luck.”

Sirius' POV

“What should we do with the favour?” I asked James when Prof. Binns wasn’t looking.“Ooo~ I want access to at least 20% of her secret candy stash,” he told me proudly.

“Damn, why only 20%?” I grinned.

“I’m gonna take all the ‘every flavour beans’. She can keep her chocolates.”

“Okay— Sure man.”

“How’ bout you?”

“I’m probably just gonna save it.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, until the right time I guess…”

“Okay…”

Faith's POV Again

“What have I gotten myself into Remus~”

He laughed, this matter was very entertaining to him and Peter.

Speaking of him, Peter came by. 

“Maybe you can convince them to slip up?”

“Then what would be the point of the whole dare?”

“Yeah,” Remus agreed. “Oh well, not my problem. Sorry, Solace,” he teased.

D:

As the day progressed, Faith became more and more composed about the whole thing. After all, her goal to stop the bullying had worked and…

What’s the worst that could happen?

~

Their mail came in for the first time today. The last day of the dare had already passed and Faith was almost certain they would go back to bullying that poor kid again. 

She sighed, how did the two best troublemakers end up best friends on their first train ride together…

Owls came swooping in left and right, James and Faith received a letter from home while Remus was sent a copy of The Daily Prophet. 

Sirius on the other hand……

He had quite the doozy.

Sirius' POV AGAIN

I wasn't expecting a letter honestly. So clearly I was surprised when an owl swooped in with a red envelope addressed to me that morning.

And you might be saying, "BLACK— THAT'S A HOWLER!"

Yeah. I know.

"SIRIUS ORION BLACK, YOU SON OF A MUGGLE!!!" The howler screamed in my mother's voice. I have never been so 'unbothered' in my life… Mm….

"HOW DARE YOU DISGRACE THE FAMILY NAME?! A GRYFFINDOR??! JUST LIKE THOSE FILTHY MUDBLOODS!"

Yes, the yelling went on for quite a while. And yes, everyone heard it.

……

I hate my family.

a/n: sorry for all the POV switches, very messy but I couldn't portray the scenes/scenarios in my head without them o7 bear with me :D

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[bonesandthebees]

Schlatt’s pulling out every manipulation tactic in the book, but somewhere along the way Wilbur switched back to being Wilbur, and by that point Schlatt was done for.

[“You think Eret’s just gonna let you walk out of this palace and go about your merry life? What, you gonna get an apartment with your Deathling buddies and work a nine to five at a fucking insurance company or something?”] the man might be an asshole, but he has a point, as we know Eret very much does want the Pythia as a pawn, but I feel like the Deathlings might help hide him and fake his Death. “Yeah, Niki and Jack last saw him at the Pool of Guidance, haven’t seen him since, they think he might be dead at the bottom or something. Yeah, apparently Tommy feel in. True tragedy.” Though I can’t really see Wilbur and Tommy going back and staying at the temple after What Niki and Jack did, + what Wilbur did to get Tommy back. So who knows, maybe they’ll pull a WF and get there own apartment for just the two of them. Maybe Quackity knows a place.

[As much as Wilbur wanted to deny it, the Pythia knew he was telling the truth.] I love this sentence. But it’s also damn sad. Anyway, there are a lot of banger lines in this conversation, I’m not going to point them all out. But there’s another fun paragraph.

[The Pythia froze. The heat in Wilbur’s chest was even hotter than the heat of the flames surrounding him. The shrike wouldn’t stop shrieking.] again, it’s his reaction to hearing [“PYTHIA!”] screamed at him. The Pythia in him still reacts, but Wilbur snaps back so much faster, which brings us to my favourite line in the entire story, the cherry on top of this delicious 3-tiered masterpiece [“My name is Wilbur.”]

And the contrast between their eyes is so good, they have know each other for almost a decade, but this is the first (and last) time they ever look each other in the eye. And it doesn’t matter if the curse is real or not, because Schlatt’s already dying, but he beliefs it is, and that’s enough. It’s the ultimate power move.

Lastly, [Ranboo wasn’t going to snitch.] many people pointed out the irony with Stars, but what I haven’t seen people mention is that this chapter came out at the same time as the first chapter of Rose, and I read that one first, so double irony.

(8/8)

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it's very important that the schlatt confrontation happens after tommy died and came back. that was really when wilbur's last ties to clara snapped, and schlatt showing up after that means that schlatt really has no way of getting power over wilbur because the one avenue he could've done that through (clara) is gone. so while wilbur snaps back to the pythia mentality for a few moments, he's wilbur now, and he's not going back.

yeah... eret's not just gonna let the pythia go that easily

I loved that line. I love when I change up the narration right beside each other. it's such a fun way to show wilbur's shifting perspectives.

"my name is wilbur" it sure is!!

yup, it doesn't matter whether the curse is real or not because schlatt believes it is. schlatt thinks it's real, so when he sees wilbur's eyes, he knows he's going to die.

lmaoooo the one universe in which ranboo isn't a snitch lets go glass!ranboo