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sundrop-writes · 3 months

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I guess this is asking for your headcanons? But if you were to take everyone in the BAU (that you write for) and put them on a scale/list of most dominant to most submissive what order would you put everyone in?

I would consider this more of an MLT, but labels, labels whatever. Let's get to hoeing!!!

The Scale of Most Dominant to Most Submissive Criminal Minds Characters

Elle Greenaway - Hard Dom

Okay I feel like Elle and Emily easily compete for most dominant in this group, so I just put Elle's name at the top because I feel like she doesn't get enough attention in the fandom <3

But yeah - we all know that she serves cunt, takes shit from no one, and I cannot imagine for the life of me her taking orders from anyone - especially not in bed. She is on top at all times. She wears the strap in the relationship and she needs a partner who thrives with that.

Emily Prentiss - Hard Dom

Again, she is just - a boss bitch. She seeps dom energy from every pour, and I can't imagine her being submissive to anyone. She seeks out a partner who loves being bossed around, and she soaks up someone who follows her orders, right from the subtle first meeting - if she tells you to get her another drink or tells you where to sit down on a first date, then she will absolutely preen if you rush to follow her orders. She will bark for no one, but she will make you bark.

Derek Morgan - Soft Dom (very very rare Switch)

Derek as 'the playboy' feels like a natural dom of the group, and I definitely see that he would be dominant for most of the time during most sexual encounters - but I feel like that's not all there is to him.

First of all, he's not a hard dom. He's not someone who makes rules and plays hard BDSM - he is someone who is a very soft, loving dom - he will kiss all over your body and do body worship, and he loves teasing and whispering sweet dirty talk into your ear. He likes to be in control, but he loves every minute of the ride to be pure, honey-sweet pleasure - he wants your legs quivering, and he wants you to remember the feeling of his tongue on your skin if you lock eyes with him on a Monday morning.

It's very rare that he gets rough. And it wouldn't be because of his own rage, it would be because he thinks that you need it - because your body is asking for more, or your mind needs to be shut off with a good, rough fuck. And when it gives it to you, it leaves you aching in the best way possible.

But he also has another side that people very, very rarely see. (Like I have said about characters like Hank Hall and Dick Grayson) - these big burly guys with a lot of trauma can be submissive, but it's something they hold back for when they are with someone that they deeply, deeply trust. It's never for casual hookups or even casual friends with benefits sex. It's for a loving, long term relationship where you have talked out all the trauma with them, and you deeply understand all of their most fucked up emotional hang-ups.

It's then that he feels safe enough to turn his body over to you completely - to lay back and let you do whatever you want with him. And even then, it's rare. It's when he's had a very hard day at work, and he just wants to lay back and shut his mind off, and he trusts you to help him do it.

Jennifer Jareau - Switch (Loving, Soft Dom/rare needy Sub)

As I have said in this post - JJ is a switch. That's my truth. But also as I have said in that post, she is bossy as hell (affectionate) - so I feel like it takes a very special type of person to dom her. Someone 10x more bossy. She loves the feeling of being dominated and it gives her that euphoria, and she can trust someone to do it if she has been dating them for a short time - but they have to be very powerful, and very bossy to overcome her natural dominance and her natural bossy streak.

Otherwise, JJ defaults to being the dominant one in the relationship because she is so used to being dominant in every other area of life - she knows what she wants and she isn't gonna waste time trying to get it. But again, she isn't into hard rules and BSDM, she is just into worshipping you and maybe some teasing. I talk about it more in that other post.

Spencer Reid - Needy Sub (very very rare Soft Dom)

So I am a Sub!Spencer truther.

Mostly because I feel like Spencer would naturally unconsciously seek out a partner who is more dominant in all areas of life, not just in the bedroom, because Spencer needs the guidance and caring of a dom - like... can we talk about how he didn't have any proper parental figures growing up because his father abandoned him and he took care of his sick mother for most of his life so he's never truly been 'taken care of' even as a child, so he would fucking looove the chemical euphoria of being taken care of by a dom, not just sexually but during after care and with casual dominance in all aspects of life.

Also, Spencer is that thing 'you like dominant women, not because you're a sub but because you're autistic and you like clear, direct instructions' - I mean he is definitely a sub, but he also LOOOVES the direction, clear instructions and how it makes things easier for him as an autistic person.

But if Spencer somehow ended up with someone who is a not a dom and didn't take care of him 24/7, including during sex, then he would becoming the dominant partner during sex just out of pure need. (In my opinion). I think that he's very, very touch seeking. He is needy. So if his partner doesn't initiate sex, or doesn't clearly communicate that they want sex (again, he's autistic) - then Spencer will initiate touches and seek out sex and touching and become this more dominant force just to fuel his own intense, passionate need to touch you. Not just because he's sex hungry, but because he's generally touch-starved, and he has such an intense passion for you specially that he wants to be touching you all the time, and his desperation and need comes off as more dominant and controlling.

I don't think he would ever be the type of dom to make rules, or have a degradation kink toward you, or anything like that. He can't even deny you an orgasm because if you ask to cum, then needs to see you cum. He is a pleasure driven dom 100%.

(Anyway, that's all I have for now lmao.)

#sundrop writes #criminal minds fanfiction #elle greenaway #elle greenaway headcanons #emily prentiss #emily prentiss headcanons #derek morgan #derek morgan headcanons #jennifer jareau #jennnifer jareau headcanons #spencer reid #spencer reid headcanons

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midastouch-zaza · 12 days

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Absolutely adore your writing and was curious if you have any head cannons for the Le Sserafim girlies

[Heya, mate! I made you wait a bit, but we're finally here. I write rarely headcanons on this blog, so once in a while they are very refreshing and fun, especially if le Ssera girls are included😈]

Le Sserafim naughty thoughts:

Sakura

Let me tell you something: experienced idols are the best: she knows exactly how to please a man, especially with her hands. Maybe it's because of her skills with crochet, but her handjobs are the best, her delicate fingers would absolutely destroy your cock, playing with the speed and with the intensity, opting, according to her mood, for edging you or overstimulating you. Also, do you have in mind the moan and the way the jav actress move her body during sex? Well, that's exactly her while you're fucking her. I guess the years spent to promote in Japan really marked her, because even if she's brutal with her hands, she's the biggest sub with your cock deep inside her. Favorite position and place? Missionary in bed.

Chaewon

Ah yes, the leader, the angry cheetah, or to better say, the biggest brat to tame. Like, yeah, she's such a lovely girlfriend, but sometime this slut just need to be put in her place: face pressed down while you're pounding harshly her pussy from behind, not giving her the time to catch up her breath. And about breathing...she wants you to place your hand around neck, choking her slightly, enough to make her mind dumb and let her slutty side completely cum out. Be sure to spank that fat ass while you're ravaging her pussy, and forget to fill her with your warm cum, she loves being filled. Favorite position and place? Mating press on the floor or standing doggystyle against the table.

Yunjin

Miss Jennifer is without a doubt the kinkiest bitch in the group, she's down for almost every shits coming to your mind: rimming, golden shower, pet play, BDSM...she literally lets your horny mind play with your body in every way you can think about. But honestly her stronger point are blowjobs: those plump lips will make your cock feel in heaven. And the fact she's a good vocalist should suggest you that she can take you deep...yeah, your tip is gonna touch her throat and your balls are gonna be tickled by her tongue. You don't even need face fuck her, she will literally devour that cock on her own, leaving you alone only when she's sure your balls are definitely empty. Favorite position and place? On her knees between your legs and her mouth full, every location is fine.

Kazuha

Young blood is something else. You expected to be the one teaching and corrupting her, but, fucking hell, she surprised you when she almost begged you to fuck mercilessy her ass at the first date. She literally pulled you in the bathroom of that fancy restaurant and let you pound that ballerina booty until she couldn't walk straight anymore. Also, flexibility? Hello? You can fuck her in every position and she will never have problems bending her body as you wish. You can even lift her legs and put them behind her head, there's no resistance. Furthermore that position is fantastic for fucking both her pussy and her ass, she just wants you to stretch her holes. Favorite position and place? The bridge position in the training room.

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tgmsunmontue · 2 months

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More than movie magic... 8/24

Hangster AU. Explicit (eventually). Jake is a Hollywood actor and Bradley is a stunt coordinator. Jake's about to make a few self-discoveries. So is Bradley.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN

PART EIGHT

He hadn’t recognized him.

Until Jake had said his name and Bradley had looked at him properly, he’d not been paying attention, just seen another man dressed like every other cowhand, his attention focused on Machado and Bassett working with Rueben and Natasha. Except then he’d looked, and of course Jake looks comfortable on a horse, relaxed even, but he’d also looked tired. He’d felt a flare of concern, wondering whether Jake should be up and riding before reminding himself that Jake is by far the more experienced one in regards to his riding ability and he’d kept his mouth shut. Mostly. Except for the terrible sounding innuendo about Buttercup being a smooth ride. Which he hadn’t meant as an innuendo but it had sure as hell sounded like one to his ears after he’d said them out loud.

Ah well.

Too late to worry about it now and he can avoid Jake Seresin and maybe prevent making a further idiot of himself. He doesn’t know when Jake got in, because there hadn’t been any sign of life at his trailer last night. Not that he had been looking. He groans. Okay. He’s being an idiot. Just because his mind has decided to set up camp in the gutter and give every turn of phrase an absolutely filthy innuendo. Of course, watching Jake ride, his legs spread over the back of the horse, thigh muscles visible under the denim of his worn jeans makes him think of Jake straddling him and this is not an appropriate train of thought.

Fuck.

It’s going to be a long couple of months.

… … …

He’d hoped, apparently in vain, that seeing Bradley be good at something that Jake was better at would hopefully dampen his fascination with the other man. Except as he watches Bradley ride, as he talks with the others about the planned falls. drags and jumps, his hands gently brushing the velvety soft noses of the horses as he talks to them, it’s the same as before. He had really thought that maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as last time.

He continues riding around the arena, Blitzen clearly wanting to keep moving and he just lets her go, lets his body’s muscles memory take over, glad for it because his eyes are fixed on Bradley and his team, working with Javy and Callie so he can at least pretend he’s watching them all rather than focusing almost solely on Bradley Bradshaw. He hears his name being called and mentally shakes himself, shifting slightly and Blitzen follows the lead and he’s guessing his dad has been working with her for her to respond so easily.

“Hi.”

“Jake, hi. I’m Anna, one of the executive assistants. Jennifer sent me to check in on Javy and Callie’s progress. What do you think?”

“They’re looking good, especially considering Javy hasn’t ridden a horse before a couple of months ago. Bradley and his team have obviously been working a lot with them.”

“Yeah, you’re right, they’ve definitely been building up their skills. Javy and Callie are looking and feeling pretty good about riding now, huge improvement from a couple of months ago. What about you? You going to need more time in the saddle, as it were?”

“Give me a couple of days, but I should be fine. I rode every day last time I was home, I’m not that out of practice,” he says, gesturing at Blitzen who snorts at the sound of her name.

“Good to know. Look forward to seeing you in action. You let me know if there’s anything I can help you with.”

And there it is, a definitely flirtatious line thrown out and he smiles tightly and shakes his head minutely, because even if he’s not got any immediate plans to act on his attraction to Bradley, he’s not going to enter into anything with anyone else. That just wouldn’t be fair.

… … …

He finds himself watching him, eyes tracking him, and he becomes aware that he’s being watched right back. He’s not imagining it at all, even Natasha and Bob and Rueben have given him knowing looks and fuck working with friends who know you too well, because they’re all far too amused for his liking.

He doesn’t sleep with people, not fast and dirty flings, not anymore. He’s grown out of that. Actually, now that he thinks about it, he doesn’t really recall Jake Seresin ever being known as a serial dater. He’s… either happily single or happily in a relationship, no being seen around with a different person from week to week. Huh. He hadn’t really thought of that when he’d been doing his little dive into his past. Of course, he’d been focusing on his past, not his current dating life, except it’s usually the gossip he hears without even trying. And yet he’s still heard nothing.

It’s later, after lunch and he’s heading back into the stables, needs to get ready for an afternoon of working through the actual stunts with Natasha and Rueben while all the actors go and read through together, now that everyone is actually here, filming can start in earnest. The stables are almost empty, one cowhand sitting in the corner reading a book, hat tipped down over his face enough that Bradley can’t make out who it is. He knows one person has been tasked with brushing down the horses between the morning and afternoon riding so that the job is done properly, and he’s glad that the care of the animals is paramount. He’s taking Buttercup out again, having gotten used to riding her in the last couple of weeks.

“Aren’t you a beautiful princess hmm? Still as gorgeous as the day you were born…”

It’s a low Texan drawl and his skin prickles at the sound, which is ridiculous because over half the people around him in the last two weeks have got the same accent. Then he looks and Bradley trips over absolutely nothing as he realizes that it’s Jake. Jake with the low drawl. He hadn’t ever heard Jake with anything but a standard Californian accent. Hadn’t realized while talking to everyone around him here that Jake might have the same accent as them. None of the videos he watched actually had him talking, and all the films he’s been in have been the same sanitized Californian accent people seem to get from living in LA and needing to get speech coaches to make themselves as appealing as possible to the wider market. But Jake is of course Texan and he’s in his home state surrounded by people with the same accent… the movie is set in Texas and he knows Callie and Javy have been working with voice coaches to get their accents right, but Jake just needs to… revert to his roots.

Bradley’s never had a thing for accents before. Not that he's noticed anyway. It’s going to be awkward if it becomes a thing for everyone who has a Texan accent. He’s already got a thing for Jake, piling another on top of that is like adding a cup of sand to a beach so he hopes like hell that it’s solely Jake’s accent that he finds appealing. Jake in general he’s already dealing with. Or not dealing with, depending on who he asks.

“You okay there Bradley?” Freddie asks, and he’s looking up from his book and Bradley can recognize him now he can see a face and he nods.

“Yeah, uh, just wasn’t paying attention.”

Freddie just gives him a nod and goes back to his book. Bradley looks back to Buttercup to find Jake watching him and he realizes he’s not going to be able to avoid him, not on a movie set that they’re both working and living on. Okay then. Avoidance is out, so ignoring it as best he can, is in.

PART NINE

#Hangster #Sereshaw #more than movie magic #Top Gun Maverick

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pink-evilette · 3 months

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♡ favourite horror tropes/motifs ♡

~ tragic ending/"fate worse than death" (Anna in Martyrs, Adam in Saw, Arkin in The Collector) something about seriously bleak and hopeless endings in horror just do it for me idk

~ tortured protagonist (Lucie in Martyrs, Amanda in Saw) for me these characters just feel so relatable to me, especially Amanda 💔

~ doomed lovers (Bones and All, Martyrs, Eden Lake) again, I love a tragic ending (and bones and all isn't really horror but it's sorta horror-adjacent)

~ girlhood horror (Teeth, Jennifer's Body, Ginger Snaps, Carrie and soooo many more) teen girls ready to destroy the world hells yeah!!

~ trashy aesthetic (House of 1000 Corpses, Bride of Chucky) think sleazy, run-down motels, go-go dancers, even better if they are also 2000s/90s with the iconic fashion

~ 2000s grunge (The Ring, The Hole, Silent Hill) these are the other side of the 2000s horror that I love!! old technology, dingy and rotten, lots of greens and blues in the cinematography

~ winter settings (Orphan, The Children, Let the Right One In) winter time is the perfect season for horror for me, and I especially love how winter horror utilises the visuals of blood on snow (Liverleaf is awesome and so underrated)

#horror #meg's movie club #movie tropes #saw #the collector #martyrs #bones and all #eden lake

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thasthar · 4 months

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Primeiro descrição em portugues 🇧🇷 Down below is the description in English 🇺🇲

🇧🇷 Tá feito pro Halloween, minha nossa

Sim, é fem bingqiu versão Jennifer's Body (Garota Infernal)

Sou muito fã desse filme, não vou mentir, no twitter svsss fandom vire e mexe fica fantasiando com a possibilidade da Needy e a Jennifer serem a Shen Yuan e Luo Binghe, também fico por isso fiquei fazendo fan arts

Na minha concepção, na minha fanfic, seria uma novel chamada "Tenho que matar homens para sustentar minha namorada demônio", bem aquelas novels com título gigante que parece mais a sinopse.

Coitada da Shen Yuan.

🇺🇲 It's made for Halloween, my goodness

Yeah, it's a fem bingqiu version of Jennifer's Body (Hell Girl)

I'm a big fan of this film, I'm not going to lie, on Twitter the svsss fandom keeps fantasizing about the possibility of Needy and Jennifer being Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe, me also, that's why I ended up doing fan art.

If I did a fanfic about it, it would be called "I have to kill men to support my demon girlfriend", like those novels with a giant title that looks more like the synopsis.

Poor Shen Yuan.

#bingqiu #shen yuan #luo binghe #wlw #lesbingqiu #gender bender #jennifer's body #terror sapphic #safica #romance safico #gl #svsss fanart #scumbag self saving system #vilão escroto

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meat-wentz · 9 months

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ok so my sexuality-based analysis of Jennifer's body effectively boils down to Jennifer controls all sex and sexuality that she is even tangentially around, which, prior to The Event, I believe can be interpreted as both genuine sexual desire but also a wish to grow up quickly, be taken seriously, and/or gain power. Post-Event, it's quite obviously a reclamation of autonomy and control, although it also does leave room for her own desire (see: kissing Needy)

Needy's sexuality, on the other hand, is almost entirely under Jennifer's control or influence. In the instances where she attempts/has sex with Chip, Jennifer's presence interferes and the encounter ends with Needy leaving for Jennifer. Same thing with most of the kisses. Hell, Jennifer dictates how much of Needy's body she can show.

(I am So sorry, i don't remember who holds whose hand first in the bar scene, but if I did I would put that in here)

And the kiss between them, Jennifer wants it so she takes it, and once Jennifer's given her the okay, Needy is in the clear to kiss her back? Cause otherwise, she would have just continued to keep it bottled up, as usual. Because maybe she can kiss Chip on her own, but not Jennifer. that has to be given, not taken.

I'm sure none of this is new analysis or anything but it just leapt out at me so obviously with the first watch. Teenage girlhood and overreaching and smothering and the cooler friend whose consent you need for everything and her manicured fingers reach into every corner of your life. Trying to learn who you are. Coming out the other end with some of her fucked-up self in you, because there's no getting out of that unscathed.

And, on Jennifer's end (which I'll admit I understand less but I want to give her her due as well), feeling so horribly out of control, eaten up from the inside that you have to stake down every loose thing around you cause you just do. cause you'll be damned if you let yourself get burned that bad a second time, plus it feels good to be the center of someone's world. Getting away from yourself. Not caring enough to stop. Needing to be Stopped, and even then there's a vengeful shadow that keeps going long after you're through.

THIS MOVIE I UNDERSTAND YOUR OBSESSION

(also I'm sorry if my analysis is bad I'm not very good at media, this is just my vibes. also I was tired when I watched it so I might not remember everything perfectly)

you're so right and you should say it!!! like this movie is so rich in nutrients, there's so much to take in. like there's something about your best friend when you're in high school, there's something there where, yeah you have a romantic relationship, but nothing is as strong or as meaningful as the obsession you have with your best friend. in the script, needy says "i've always been able to feel what she feels, just not like this," and i think that's such a perfect encapsulation of what it's like, you've been attached at the hip for so long that you're vulnerable to the sensations of being the same person, and the pain of severing that bond in order to become your own person because as long as you remain together, you're under threat of being swallowed whole, completely devoured, overtaken, and the rotten gore of having to rip yourself away from them.

there's a possessiveness in jennifer that's so relatable in its specific type of toxicity, the desperate grasping attempt to hold onto the one person in her life that makes her feel not only understood, but in control. to the point that she would literally slaughter those around her to keep her dependent on her, no more colin, no more chip, only jennifer. it's the way girls are put in competition with one another, it's that desirability is threatening, sexuality is threatening, a girl in control of her own body is threatening, how terrifying it is to be in competition with the person you love the most, how terrifying it is to be the singular object of her affection. you've always been dazzled by her, you've always loved her, and that terrifies you more than anything once you realize she hasn't "changed," she's always been like this, she's always kept you close because you make her feel in control, superior, powerful, she wants to be your everything because it means she'll never be left alone, she wants to be your everything because you make her feel like she's everything.

like this movie is literally so genius because it speaks to that type of relationship so strongly, the mortal obsession with your best friend, the way you two would tear each other apart, the way you two would blur the lines of that relationship because nothing feels more potent than this, than you two, in your room, stuck together with all the pain you've dealt upon one another, the way you two would blur the lines of each other, becoming one another, the taking the taking the taking, give me everything you have to give, be my everything and let me be yours. it's layers upon layers of teenage girldom and teenage girl politics and the way teenage girls love like they could tear the whole world apart. boys are just morsels, but you, you're everything to me.

#ANON #ASK #GAHHHHHHHHHHH #UGH YES YES YES YES YES #JBFOB

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candyredterezii · 9 months

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Any fresh new recs for the upcoming spooky season Dani? I still have to watch Reanimator but Ginger Snaps and Jennifer's Body were fire for last year!!

HELL YEAH HERE WE GO

Renfield - Nic Cage dracula. Does anything else need to be said? Okay yeah it's p gory, p funny, sooo enjoyable honestly.

Orphan: First Kill - Even if you haven't seen the first Orphan movie, it's ok, cus this is a prequel !! There's like. Multiple twists and the big one really fucking got me CHOKED. Suspenseful and such a fun ride 2 watch

Bodies Bodies Bodies - A modern murder mystery dark comedy, def is like ... Kinda cringe if you take it too seriously, but I don't think the movie is even trying to with a lot shit but. I had fun with it

Frankenhooker - I judged the movie by it's cover at first, but no this is one of my favorite movies. I fucking love it okay.

Evil Dead Rise - Okay, at the end of the day? It's a super fun movie. If you're not like.. An Evil Dead Purist and can just like, turn that side of the brain off for a bit, it's a fun movie. Gory and fun as hell

Frogs - I'm just gonna post a Letterboxd Review of this movie that sums it up perfectly

One Cut Of The Dead - Listen. I recommend going in absolutely blind into this movie. Don't even read a synopsis or anything. I went in blind to this and it definitely makes the experience 100 times better

Popcorn (1991) - I only seen this once but like, I remember being very interested in the story. Takes place at a horror film festival at a theater where shit happened in the past ... And it happens again! IIRC Main Character is also tied to the tragic backstory of the theater unknowingly .. hmm!!

Demons (1985) - Another movie where people are trapped in a movie theater, yippi!! But this one is produced by our guy Dario Argento !!!!!! Some demons end up infesting the theater and turns everyone one by one UHOH

M3GAN - I don't need to say anything do I.

Freaky (2020) - If you appreciate acting talent/performances ? This is a double hitter. A serial killer and high school girl end up switching bodies - antics ensue!

Last Night In Soho - It has it's issues, sure, and it's p long iirc? But man, I was interested the entire damn time.

Autopsy of Jane Doe - A mortician and his son work the graveyard shift trying to figure out the cause of death of this seemingly untouched body of a Jane Doe, found half buried in the basement of a home where the entire family inside was mutilated. Things ensue!

but yeah thats like. all the ones that i see that r p recent on my letterboxd that i could recommend for some spooks n fun ig!!

#candyredask #spicyspearmint

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witchthewriter · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐂𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 🌱🌿

a/n: since I’ve got up dating Harley would include, I’ll do Poison! Also I think I should have warnings that reader is depicted in this universe as ... more than unhinged. It’s a tad dark is all I’m trying to say.

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

SFW🌹

⋆ You had heard of the three women before; each had their own reputation, and rightly so. Not only were they intimidating but they were fearsome competitors.

⋆ As your persona, you had been planning this heist for almost two years now. Ever since the banker sniffed their nose up at you. It had become an obsession, you knew that. But these people deserved it. The higher ups. The one percent. But also the general public. Some of them deserved it too...

⋆ “Hey! Who are you?” Harley asked, her Brooklyn accent echoing throughout the chamber.

“I’m the gal whose robbing this place,” you stated, flinging the dagger and knicking Harley’s ear. She yelped, but you didn’t hear much else. You had already started running, sprinting down the narrow hall.

They caught upto you quickly. Trapping you at the end of the hall, dammit, you thought. Wishing they had chosen tomorrow night, instead of this one.

“So, what are we gonna do with her?” Harley asked, her bat hanging limply in her hand.

“I have an idea,” purred Catwoman.

“And why should we even let her join?” asked Ivy, her gaze staring intently; looking you up, and down.

“You should let me join because I want to contribute to the chaos,” you replied simply. A coy smile toying at your lips. You could feel their gazes shifting, they deliberated. But the final word was from Catwoman. Her sultry voice cutting through the conversation.

“Well I like her, she’s got a good aim.”

“Ha, yeah...” Harley agreed, dazing dreamily at you.

⋆ Poison Ivy didn’t like you much at first. She thought you would betray the group, and she was right. You were planning on it. To rob them of their shares of the heist money.

⋆ But the group of women gave you a sense of purpose. A place to call home, people to talk to. Even if their advice isn’t always sound.

⋆ Obvious your image would have to be fleshed out, your colours chosen, costume, name.

⋆ You had always liked plants, herbs and flowers. Before meeting Ivy, they were apart of your life. They were kept on window sills, on ledges, in corners, on benches. Anywhere you could shove a plant, there one was. But seeing Ivy’s home. To say there was a lot of green, would be an understatement.

⋆ She always makes sure you’re not hurt after some good ol’ criminal activity. Always insisting that she could spread some aloe vera on your cut or wound.

⋆ Harley was a bit jealous of your romantic feelings for Ivy. For the first few months it was like a love triangle. And Catwoman hated every second of it. You didn’t want to upset Harley, but you knew you Ivy understood you.

⋆ You both enjoy cooking, but you moreso. You’re very intune with herbs and make some great meals.

⋆ She would never let anyone hurt you, and if they did, there would be hell to pay

⋆ You have an equal say in the group now, you’ve proven yourself to be a great leader but also a strong friend

⋆ Catwoman is a bit distant with anyone anyway, but you do feel the least connected with her

⋆ Favourite things to do together include: ➢ travelling ➢ babysitting Harley ➢ collecting plants and naming them ➢ going to restaurants to try and find the best vegitarian burger ➢ watching movies/tv shows with female leads that focus on revenge, parental issues, female empowerment, etc., (gone girl, sharp objects, buffy the vampire slayer, jennifer’s body, mamma mia) ➢ foiling the plants of big companies ➢ creating the perfect playlists together ➢ walking anywhere in nature, but particularly small strolls where you can stop and smell the roses

⋆ You and Ivy love having sunspots in your place and will go around everywhere collecting things that will enhance the little rainbow spots

⋆ Ivy is more introverted and prefers to be away from people, which goes great with your personality. You think the general public are morons.

⋆ Isn’t big on public displays of affection, but will hold your hand and kiss your lips/cheek/forehead.

⋆ Likes to lean her forehead against yours, nose touching, eyelashes tickling each other

NSFW 🌼

⋆ Poison Ivy is a dom, and I wholeheartedly believe so.

⋆ She likes to restrain, to keep you from touching her or yourself. Ivy yearns to hear your whines and moans. Your begging turns her on.

⋆ Favourite place to do it is in nature/sunlight. Might sound cliche, but Ivy really does prefer it.

⋆ She isn’t very intune with dirty talk, but does like to hear you say things. Your voice turns is a major turn on, and

⋆ Ivy likes it when you leave marks over her body, she likes knowing that you have a claim to her

⋆ She would gladly help you with your mummy issues.

⋆ You’ve both considered having a threesome with Harley, but you both came to the conclusion that she would catch feelings.

⋆ Likes biting, both done to her and from her

⋆ She likes having your smell on and around her

⋆ Will leave a hidden hickey on your neck to remind you of her <3

⋆ Leaves lipstick kiss marks on your clothes

⋆ She likes to tease you in public, but refuse to do anything until you get home. This drives you insane, and has you pleading to get home quicker.

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Wish Review/Thoughts/Stuff

Not a formal review, just some bullet points of my thoughts on Disney's Wish. Letsa go.

***SPOILERS BELOW SO, YA KNOW, BEWARE***

So. I liked it. It was sweet, gorgeous to look at, and a simple fairytale. But I think that's the movie's biggest weakness because

There are no consequences. Just like Frozen, Raya, Frozen II, etc. the heroes go on this big quest and the stakes are freaking high like oh shit are they actually gonna go there an- Oh. Wait. Nope. Everything and everyone is fine and there's a happy ending and the movie's order and nothing was lost and will never be lost the end. When Magnifico crushed Asha's mother's wish I thought for a second that he killed her. Straight up. But then no she's just... really sad. And that sucks but she's fine. And those other three citizens are fine. Their dreams are literally crushed but, yeah, they're fine. Simon betrays Asha. He says sorry. They're friends again. They're all fine. Magnifico body slams a 17 year old girl into the stone floor more than once. She's fine. Whatever evil that has taken hold of Magnifico is just.. defeated. That's fine. This is fine. Everything's fine. Which brings me to my next critique that there is

So much set up and little to no pay off. What was the deal with the burned ends of the tapestry? What terrible fate was Magnifico trying to avoid? What's the deal with the evil book? Why did it have it? Does it have something to do with the story in the tapestry? Why did they mention Asha's grandfather's age multiple times (did you know he's turning 100 years old and can still ride a horse and play the guitar) and then do nothing with that information? Were they hinting at grandpa not living to get to see his wish granted? Was Asha trying desperately to get his wish granted because she knew he wouldn't have too much longer to live? What's the typical life span of a citizen of Rosas? Is 100 the new 40? Why was Magnifico so suspicious of granting grandpa's gift of playing music? Does this have to do with the story of the tapestry?? Why does Dahlia have a cane? Is she injured or is it a disability? Why are we trying to represent a person with a disability and then never mentioning it throughout the entire run time of the movie? Does her wish have anything to do with why she has a cane? Does her wish involve making the best damn cookies this kingdom has ever seen because to hell with her disability because she's got kickass friends who love her for her and don't want/need her to change but will the movie ever address this? If Dahlia knows about the inner workings of the castle does she know about the story in the tapestry??? What happened to Asha's dad? Why don't we get to see him, not even in a flashback? Why couldn't he have been the stand-in for Walt himself? Was Asha's dad the one to inspire her to draw and create animation just as Walt inspires us/a new generation of dreamers to this day? (Are we just going to gloss over the fact that Asha created her own snippet of animation? And that she must love to draw because she has so many pictures in her notebook? Can we please have a Disney heroine that loves to not only draw but animate?) And if Asha is about to turn 18 and her grandpa is turning 100, how does that work?! How old is her mother? Did they not have kids until they were in their 40s? Is he Asha's great great grandpa instead? If he's turning 100, should he know more about the city's history? Should he be older than Magnifico? DOES HE KNOW ABOUT THE STORY IN THE TAPESTRY THAT MAGNIFICO IS TRYING SO DESPERATELY TO NOT HAVE HAPPEN TWICE? JENNIFER LEE, I HAVE QUESTIONS AND I WOULD VERY MUCH LIKE TO HAVE, LIKE, FOUR OF THEM ANSWERED PLEASE.

*deep breaths*

Valentino is Olaf without the heart. Let me explain. Olaf is a comic relief sidekick. He's also the reason Elsa and Anna reconnected after years of isolation and is a core memory for the girls. He's their holiday tradition. He's their friend. Elsa made him. Olaf, whether you love him or like him, is an essential part of the story of Frozen. Valentino is a comic relief sidekick. He's Asha's three week old friend/pet/buddy/cute animal. Um. He talks now. He's super cute. Love his outfit. Says some funny lines. Alan Tudyk. .... That's about it.

Chris Pine knocked this out of the damn park. Excellent voice acting on his part, loved his inflections and growls and everything in between. Very nice. Handsome king is handsome. Yes.

Asha and her friends are a better retelling of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs than that live action movie will ever hope to be (if it ever gets finished).

Like I said, I did like this movie. Being the Disney nerd that I am, I was a sucker for all the references to previous Disney films (heck, the freaking opening text got me) and I'm going to go through this movie with a fine tooth comb the second I get my hands on a pause button on Disney+ to find them all. This movie seems to be getting a lot of hate which I don't think is warranted but there's obvious flaws and holes a mile wide in the plot. I'm hovering between a 6 or a 7 out of 10 or a solid B rating at the moment of writing this.

Also Asha is a tour guide and I am a tour guide so we're practically twins.

#wish #disney wish #shojo movie reviews #movie review #wish movie #wish disney #wish spoilers #the joke about point number 8 is that I am a white girl #ha ha i'm hilarious

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Ritual 777 - Chapter 1: How I Get Myself Killed

Eddie Muson x female!reader; Jennifer’s Body!AU

Minors DNI. I will find and tell your parents or guardians.

Story title inspired by Ritual 777 by Temple Twins

Chapter title inspired by How I Get Myself Killed by Indigo De Souza

I will have a full playlist soon

WC: 3,500+

Warnings: underage alcohol consumption, drugging of drinks, sexual assault, literal usage of human sacrifice, no actual murder but there will be actual murder later; if you shouldn’t be watching HBO’s most popular shows you shouldn’t be reading my work. Like seriously.

This is like the only time I will use (y/n) I am so sorry.

A/N: This chapter has no Eddie in it at all, but it sets up the whole how did reader become tied to a demon thing. It deviates from Jennifer’s Body in several ways but it fits better to later plans. Also, I know some of the details are inaccurate concerning lining up with season 1 but frankly, I don’t care lmfao. Finally, I have like,,, mad bad dyslexia so please forgive all mistakes I put this through grammarly and like regular spell check and did all the other techniques I was taught. I can speak well, I cannot write for shit.

Masterlist

October 31, 1983

There is something about small towns in the middle of nearly nowhere and Halloween that mix just right. Every small town has its own verified monster, according to every citizen who lives there, and Halloween just brings something evil out of the ground that normally just lurks.

Some small towns refuse to participate. Too worried about that evil that lurks.

Others, it seems, openly invite it to dance.

Hawkins is definitely the latter.

Cherie, a friend since elementary who has a penchant for skirts that tend to get her sent to the principal's office and eyes so dark you’ve heard others wonder if she’s got something evil residing in her, slides an invitation on your desk.

Halloween Party at Tommy’s, apparently.

“It’s a Monday.” You toss the invitation back to her. “Should we really be going to a party?”

“Hell yeah. It’s Halloween. Come on.”

Behind her sits Ailise, not a hair out of place in her perfectly kept twists, as usual, popping her gum with wide eyes, awaiting your response.

“Alright, alright.” You shake your head. “Fine. You’ve convinced me.”

Cherie finally slides into her seat right as the bell rings but continues to speak as Mr. Jones begins asking for the weekend’s history homework.

“Yay! I’ll drive there, but there are like… no promises about driving back.”

“Yeah. I know.” You snatch her homework from her to send over to the left as always, and she rolls her eyes. How she stays in the honors classes is a miracle. “I know how parties work when we go together, Cher.”

“Pick you up at ten then.”

—

10 always means 10:30.

Always.

So you’re leaning against your front door, black jeans on, white v-neck with red dye dripped down the front, waiting for her. Nails have been painted black and red lipstick has been added as a little flourish.

Because vampires are always in style.

The familiar black Mustang that her brother restored for her after someone crashed it into a tree last year rolls up, blasting music far too loud for 10:30.

Cherie rolls down her window to her car and leans her head out. “Boo. That’s such a lame costume.”

“Vampires are never lame,” you insist, climbing into the car. “You’re just jealous. I look good in blood red, and you have to wear basically underwear.”

Cherie looks to Ailise for back up but she just shrugs.

“And turn it down. My neighbors will be on my ass again. You know it’s mostly old people here.”

“Yeah, yeah. We’re leaving.”

For a small town, Hawkins has some of the largest parties, you’re convinced. Maybe it’s just a small town thing. When sent off to live with visiting a cousin in a Chicago suburb a few summers ago, the parties were large but not… Hawkins’ large. You suppose it’s because everyone holds them instead of just the few who actually can. People are spread out over ten or twenty instead of all gathered at the one or two that are happening.

Someone shoves a drink in your hand the second you cross into the house and you chug it without thought. Better to be drunk than sober at parties you learned long ago.

Cherie and Ailise are already gone in the crowd within seconds.

You follow the complaints about drinks to the kitchen, snatching an open bottle of vodka and filling the cup almost entirely.

Better drunk. Always better drunk.

The parties are all the same anyways. Someone cheats on someone. Someone is hooking up with someone else in the bathroom, the bedrooms, or the forest most of these houses have behind them. Two to five people are bound to get into a physical fight at some point.

Cherie will pass out on the couch. Ailise will probably walk home.

Some other junior saddles up next to you after a few minutes alone just drinking, some boy you vaguely know from a class last year, eyes trailing from your exposed ankles to the necklace dangling between your tits.

“No.”

And you walk out of the kitchen, deciding to wander through the crowd.

Steve Harrington, who hates you for some unknown reason, is dancing like a jackass with some poor sophomore who looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. He probably hates you because you let him fail on his half of a partner project instead of picking up the slack. Not your fault, really. You warned him. And given that normally you don’t follow through on such threats, he didn’t believe you.

But for the first time in his life, someone let him fail.

As you move into another room, you trip. The vodka that you haven’t had yet goes spilling down your shirt, turning the white shirt with red splotches entirely sheer. You aren’t a complete idiot, however, and it only ends up exposing the red bra you put on underneath, which doesn’t show through very much when it’s beneath sheer dyed red.

You move on. Somebody has to have some stupid party game set up somewhere. Something to do. It’s Halloween, after all.

The next room is boring. More dancing, making out, and a game of spin the fucking bottle.

Jesus Christ.

You trip again, but this time you can’t blame it on those dang strips of wood some houses have between rooms. Your eyes look down to find what the hell you could have possibly tripped on only to find your shoes doubling and blurring.

Strange.

When you look up, the heads of people begin tilting towards the right. Slowly but surely tilting. Your body follows.

Tilting, tilting, tilting…

Until you finally fall over.

A pair of arms catch you, strong and steady. A sharp contrast to the current cartwheels your head is deciding to do.

“You feeling okay there, madame president?”

Your eyes narrow to focus. But that voice… you know that voice. The senior who you’ve been sent to tutor for the test he has this Friday. Otherwise, he may fail out of school entirely despite it being only October. And a star athlete can’t be failing.

“Chase?”

“Yeah. You don’t look so good. You want to go get some air?”

“I should go find Cherie or - or Ailise. Tell… tell her…”

“Someone will let her know, yeah? Come on. Looks like you’re gonna be sick. The cold will help."

He hooks an arm around you and helps move you through the crowd of blurring colors. One person bleeds into another, costumes becoming nothing more than an abstraction of their original shapes.

Sexy zombies are Picasso's of brown and green; people’s faces becoming a surrealist’s wet dream as you near; the whole world spinning and twisting enough to make even Natalia Yurchenko sick.

A sharp wall of cold air burns your face as you finally make it out into the cold of an Indiana Halloween. Nothing gets clearer, but everything definitely gets colder.

Instead of stopping at the seats you know are set up in front of the fire someone started in the backyard, Chase keeps dragging you towards the tree line.

“Where are you taking me?” You ask through heavy lips, trying to turn your head back towards the party. But it’s growing dark and no longer are there shapes, just swirls of colors.

Your vision just jumped from Picasso’s Les femmes d’Alger to Benglis’s Baby Contraband.

Figured you’d at least have some more surrealism or another form of vaguely human abstraction before it became entire blobs of nonsense. But whatever hit your system hit it fast. Even the moon, a beautiful crescent, is nothing more than a giant blurry white blob hidden behind just as blurry scrawls of black.

“Don’t worry about it, madame president.”

You try to tell him something, something about wanting to be near the fire, by people, but all your lips do is open and close a few times like a damn goldfish.

“Her?” A second voice asks through the ever-growing buzzing in your head.

The crunching of leaves begins to grow distant, miles and miles away. Everything just seems so… so far. Like you are on the moon or maybe even Mars.

Chase has begun dragging you, your legs turned as heavy as lead but as weak as jelly.

You expect him to complain, joke about you being careful, but he doesn’t. He just keeps his grip on you tight and drags you through the forest.

“Dude, it’s not like anyone is going to miss her,” a third voice replies.

The top of your feet hit a root, a stretch shooting up the front of your legs. A gasp leaves your lips but it seems not to bother Chase and whoever else is with you.

“Isn’t she like student body president or whatever? People will notice.” Voice two.

“People won’t miss her though. No one even notices her most of the time and those who do are just annoyed. They voted for her to get her to shut up.” Voice three.

“I know I did.” Chase.

A barely audible scream rips from your throat before you even feel the electric burning up your spine and through your toes or the crack of your skull.

The sky clears a little. It’s still hazy, but the moon is a blurry crescent instead of just an out-of-focus light through a raindrop; the tree branches have some shape instead of all blending into each other; you can tell there are indeed four boys hovering over you.

“Sacrifice needs to be alive, dick.” A fourth voice.

Sacrifice?

Oh, fuck.

You thrash, the edges of the rock cruelly digging into your spine. While it would leave you terrified and scarred, you know you could crawl to that recluse and drunk of a police chief and explain what happened and something might happen to this group of dickheads if you get raped in these woods.

There will be no your side if you get fucking murdered.

Your body just twitches, however, and nothing more than a whimper leaves your lips. Limbs too heavy, face too numb.

“Shut her up and tie her down.” Chase.

Something is shoved into your already slightly gaped open mouth. Cottony, salty.

Hopefully not someone’s sock. Or underwear.

Just work to identify the voices. If you get out, you can identify them in court. Focus.

“Are we sure about this?” Voice two.

“We do this and it doesn’t work, someone who no one will even miss is gone. We do this and it works, we’re into our top choices with early admission, and full rides, we get it all boys. Come on.” Chase.

“Plus how easy will this be to blame on one of those freaks. Demonic sacrifice on Halloween?” Voice three.

“Are we sure about her though? What if she isn’t a virgin?” Voice two.

Virgin? No, you definitely aren’t one. But they don’t know that and there is no way to communicate that while gagged and drugged.

“Have you met her?” Voice four.

Sounds like they wouldn’t believe you anyway.

“Dude, just tie her down.” Chase.

One of them kneels by you, rope scratching against your right wrist first. It stings, burns, but you can’t even wince as your body refuses to react at all to anything. The best you can do is roll your head to where the body is beside you, making quick work of yanking your arms above your head to finish off tying them together.

Your eyes catch those of Greg, someone whose mom begged you to help him over the summer, as his face nears yours. Voice two you assume. He looks hesitant and you try to hold the gaze, beg him, but he looks away and focuses on finishing off the knots. Your head lolls back towards the sky.

Chase. Greg.

Which means voices three and four are probably Devin and Seth.

Who you assume must be Greg tries to pull your arms apart at the wrist as hard as he can. Another scream bubbles at your throat, rock clawing into your back and rope rubbing your skin raw as he does so.

Once again, nothing more than a moan comes out and it is muffled by the gag.

“All tied down.” Greg.

Ripping reaches your ears, ever so softly, through the growing haze you are falling back into. Shivers run along your front. It takes a few seconds, until after one of them has reached to grope your chest, to realize that your shirt and bra have been hacked off from the front.

Hands tied, body drugged, mind hazy.

All you can do is try to roll your head to see what they are trying to do.

But the world is becoming like that really shitty polaroid Cherie gave you of her eye, far too close and completely indistinguishable, all over again.

“Cute tits.” Voice four.

“Virgin, Seth.” Voice three.

The hand is withdrawn.

Not that it matters, considering how little you can feel.

Chase. Greg. Seth.

Definitely Devin too.

The four star-athletes on the verge of failing out of Hawkins.

“Alright, here we go.” Chase. “We come here tonight to sacrifice the body of (y/n), of Hawkins, Indiana. In return we ask for our desires to be returned in full - early admission into our choice colleges with full scholarships, perfect grades this final year of high school, for us to find and keep the loves of our lives, and to have rich and successful lives. With the deepest malice and most gracious thanks, we offer this virgin to thee.”

What? They’re sacrificing you to… to do well in school?

Dear god what the fuck.

There is a pause and the sound of leather rubbing against metal can be faintly heard. A knife, dagger, something sharp.

“Alright, how many times do I stab her again?” Chase.

“It says stab her seven times.” Seth.

“Seven times? Not six?” Chase.

“It says seven.” Devin.

“Seven deadly sins, seven kings, seven heads of the whore of a Babylon… seven makes sense.” Greg. “What? Revelation 17, one through eighteen. You know?”

“Oh, watch out boys, we got a biblical scholar over here.” Devin.

They laugh.

The four of the laugh as if they haven’t got you tied down to a rock, shirt torn open, god knows what shoved into your mouth, knife or whatever hovering over you.

As if they aren’t just about to murder a fellow student to try and make it big.

“Alright.” Chase. “I would say sorry but you’re about to make me very rich.”

It goes through so far that the blade clinks against the stone below you.

Heat like lava flows from your abdomen and cascades over you.

When did blood become this hot? It’s never felt this hot before. Never like fire leaving trails of desecration on your skin. Never like the devil choosing to dance on your skin in the cold of night, feet leaving a pattern of burns.

Never like burning alive.

Focus. Focus. Focus.

Somewhere else. Anywhere else. What else is there to focus on?

The moon? No. All you can see is one large white blur taking up nearly the entire sky.

The night noises? No. It seems all the critters scattered as soon as they realized what was going to happen.

The party in the distance? No. It’s like everyone left when you did.

All that’s left is you, the rock beneath you, the dagger they’ve now stabbed through you three times with, and the four boys who thought killing a fellow student was a genius idea.

Maybe Cherie and Ailise would at least miss you. That would be nice.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

It repeats over and over and over in your head with each stab, the unfamiliar voice soothing you and distracting you from the pain. An angel, you suppose, if they really do exist. Or just a final hallucination to get you through the horror of death.

The seventh goes right through your heart, your body tensing up one last time.

“I’ve got you.”

—

You wake vomiting.

On your hands and knees, rope burns on your wrist and mud matted to your head. It’s black and sludge-like and covers almost half the clearing.

When you finally stop heaving, you sit up and tilt your head to the night sky. The crescent moon tickles your skin awake. It feels gentler than a feather and warmer than a midsummer’s sun.

You cry.

Flashes of the night interrupt the clenching in your gut, in your chest, in your soul. A flash of a solo cup, the world tilting, Chase asking if you’re okay, colors swirling, Greg’s eyes as he ties you down, discussions of sacrifices,

“It says stab her seven times.”

Reflexively, your hands grab at your stomach.

No marks. No exposed muscle and fat. The blood is still smeared all over your stomach and even the rock you were left on when you glance back, the knife lazily tossed to the side, half-wrapped in strips of the shirt you had been wearing.

But no stab wounds.

Not even one.

Forget seven.

But… it happened. It had to have. The dagger is there; the blood is there; you’re here, not at the party.

You crawl and grab the dagger. The tip is dulled where it hit the stone seven times, just as you remembered. It has a few rope fibers from where they apparently decided to untie you once you were… dead?

No. You couldn’t have died. If you did you wouldn’t be here right now.

And that voice. That voice that spoke.

“I’ve got you,” it had said, getting louder with each one. Every time you were stabbed, it repeated the phrase.

“I’ve got you.

I’ve got you.

I’ve got you.”

The dagger cuts deep into your hand as you squeeze it tight in frustration. You hiss. Your fingers release their near-death grip to expose a long cut on both palms, running deeper than you expected.

In seconds, it seals shut as if it never existed in the first place.

“What the fuck,” you whisper.

A loud group of cheering echoes through the forest. It’s only 12:35 according to your watch.

It’s only been a little over an hour and a half.

You turn towards the party, where the music is loud and people are yelling in excitement still. Celebrating Halloween despite it now being November.

Were they right?

Did anyone even notice you were gone?

Did anyone even care that you were just murdered in the woods but a half-mile away?

You doubt it. Cherie would move on after holding some sort of dramatic vigil. Ailise would say she had dibs on your things. But then the sympathy would end and so would their care.

Instead of heading back to the house where your friends are bound to still be, you turn to the right, heading towards the major road nearby to begin the six-mile walk home, the dagger gripped tight in your hand.

The police chief wouldn’t believe this. Especially not without stab wounds.

No one will.

You’re just a dead girl walking with no proof but the knife and the rope burns.

Which proves nothing but being tied down and your clothes cut off.

Sexual assault, you could claim.

But not attempted murder. Not actual murder. No.

Someone compliments your costume on the way home. Another calls you a slut for having your tits out. A third asks if you’d suck them.

You just keep walking, dagger gripped tight in your hand.

“I’ve got you,” the voice says one more time as you fall asleep that night, buried beneath every blanket you could find after scrubbing your skin raw.

Only the scar above your heart remains, healed over already with skin so thick you aren’t sure anything could ever penetrate it again.

It’s a comfort. Whatever the voice is.

The last thing you see as your eyes close is the blade glinting on the night stand, blood still covering most of it.

—

You don’t go to school the next day. No one calls to ask if you’re okay.

Everything about you looks terrible, sick. Deathly even. Everything you eat turns into that sludge-like vomit. Everything hurts and everyone else seems inconsequential now.

The patch above your heart shrunk slightly. Like a top protective coat fading.

“Hey! She lives!” Cheri laughs when you do return to school on Wednesday.

“Like you would care,” you mumble, angrily switching your books.

“What was that?”

You tilt your head past your locker door, eyes staring deeply into Cherie’s.

You once thought them to be black. So, so dark. Now they don’t look as dark. There is more to them. A hint of sandy beach in one corner of her right eye and a sliver of burning fire in the left. They’re deep, full of volume. Not dark.

“I said like you would care. You didn’t see me leave the party. Didn’t even bother checking in on me yesterday. I could have been dead on the side of the road and you wouldn’t have cared.”

Cherie crosses her arms. “That’s not true and you know it.”

Ailise steps in between you and Cherie. Everything of hers looks different too. One or two gray hairs you never noticed. A stray hair that you would have never seen before.

“We’re sorry, okay?” She begins, the movement in her lips exposing tiny cracks you swore weren’t there before. “We were shitty to you. You know Cher has been way too into that dickhead track runner and I just wanted to hook up with anyone. We were distracted.”

“We swear to do better,” Cherie adds, voice having a slight quiver for the first time since her dog died when she was eight.

Your eyes carefully assess them.

For the first time in your life, you can actually tell if they are lying or not. It’s not just a gut feeling that is inevitably overridden by your need to be liked. It’s like a detector of some kind. An aura around them almost.

“Okay. But fuck up again, and I will kill you.”

You slam your locker so hard the lock bends.

You don’t notice until later, of course, when you return to switch out your books again and for the first time in years, following the first time in years you stayed home, you are late to class.

#ritual 777 #ritual 777 vibes #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #jennifers body au

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five-bi-five-mind · 2 years

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Hiya, Can you write something like, reader is sick and still goes on the case.(reader is also very stubborn) So, JJ, being the motherly person she is, makes it her mission to keep reader at the hotel and take care of her until she's all better.

Sick Day

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: JJ x fem!reader

Words: 2.5k+

Genre: Fluff

Summary: It's rare for you to get sick and even more rare for you to admit that you are. There's only one person you don't want finding out you came to work sick, but unfortunately for you things don't go quite your way.

Warnings: Honestly, none. Just mentions of having a fever and feeling ill.

A/N: As someone who is currently ill and constantly trying to ignore that fact, my frustration really poured into how I wrote reader oops

“You look like shit,” Morgan jabbed playfully at your side as you both walked side by side.

He wasn’t wrong. Sure, it was early in the morning, but you were used to starting your day at the crack of dawn. But today you struggled to even roll yourself out of bed and get ready. When you did finally get yourself ready for work your body ached as if you had already ran a marathon. You were at least a little relieved to know that you’d be working in the station of the case the team was working on for today. If you kept your head down, buried yourself in studying the evidence, maybe people wouldn’t notice you were feeling unwell. And by people, you specifically meant your girlfriend, Jennifer Jareau, who’d insisted you take some time off rather than go on this trip. She thought you were getting sick before you even realized it yourself and you really didn’t want to give her any reason to gloat about being right.

So, hopefully you could stay out of her line of sight in the precinct for long enough to make it through the day. Maybe you could make a stop to get some cold medicine, sleep early, and hope that you’d feel better in the morning. And if not… well, you’d just try to avoid pairing up with JJ as much as possible. Except, then you got the text that a new crime scene was found and half the team was meant to be there. Half the team included you, Morgan, Rossi, and, unfortunately, JJ.

“Thanks,” you elbowed him back. “So do you.”

“No, I don’t.” He shot you that signature Derek Morgan grin and as you stared at him, completely unamused, you knew he was right.

“No you don’t,” you sighed in defeat. You both kept walking towards the scene. JJ was already there, you could see her standing and talking with a few officers.

“You should go back to the hotel, call in sick. You need a break.”

“Yeah, not going to happen,” You shook your head. With each step you got closer to JJ you felt a little more panic. You were still trying to figure out a way to either avoid JJ or pretend like you weren’t sick around her. If Morgan knew the second he saw you, you were feeling a little screwed.

“You really think your girlfriend is going to let you run around sick as hell during a case?”

He had a point.

“Not if she doesn’t find out,” you shrugged. He stopped for a moment just to stare at you. His face said it all. He wasn’t buying that that would work and honestly, neither were you. “Just stick close to me, maybe if we partner up she won’t notice.”

“So let me get this straight,” he started. “Your plan is to just avoid your girlfriend for what? The entire case?”

“Yep.”

“Don’t you two share a hotel room?”

“Nope, we have separate rooms on cases and to be professional we always take both of them.”

He still clearly wasn’t buying this plan of yours, but you had to at least try, right? You really didn’t want to call in sick. It was rare that you even got sick and even more so for you to take a sick day. Hopefully, people would be too busy with the case to notice you. If they did, you could make up some excuse, like saying it was just an off day for you. Or maybe jet lag even. You’d figure it out.

When you both approached the scene, you made sure to position yourself as far from where JJ was standing as possible. You didn’t miss the way she glanced at you with her head cocked to the side and a curious glance thrown your way. You gave her a meek wave and turned your attention elsewhere, hoping she’d shrug it off and go back to the case.

That seemed to work for the moment. You poked around the crime scene with Morgan for a while, taking in what you could and listening as Rossi gave you more details. Luckily for you, JJ had been there early and already had the rundown. She was still busy with officers, discussing next moves to go forward on finding the unsub.

After a while, Rossi left and you and Morgan were yet again alone. And, to your relief, JJ was still far from where you were, distracted with other matters. So far the day had been uneventful. Other than Morgan, no one else had pointed out that you were sick and you had successfully avoided your girlfriend. But then the weather started to turn and when a gust of cold wind suddenly blew, kicking up leaves and dirt with it, it felt like it went directly through your lungs. The burn of your lungs mixed with the bite of the cold air caused you to have a coughing fit.

You doubled over, your lungs felt like they were trying to leave your body as you continued to cough. Your eyes watered and you clutched at your chest, trying to take deep breaths to stop the coughing, but it only made it worse. Morgan just stood by you, shooting you a look like he expected that to happen, like you brought it upon yourself. Which, technically you did since you insisted on being out, but still it wasn’t like you wanted to cough up your own lungs.

Gasping for air, you finally stopped. Struggling to straighten up, you realize Morgan was no longer standing next to you. Your eyes scanned the crime scene and Morgan was nowhere near it. When you spun around to see where he had gone, your eyes immediately zeroed in on him. He was exactly where you were hoping he wouldn’t be.

Down the street is where you spotted him, right in front of JJ. From what it looked like at first, you could almost assume they were talking about the case. But then Morgan’s head turned towards you and JJ’s followed. Her hand went to her hips and even from far away you could still make out the look of frustration she was shooting your way. Fuck busted.

“Oh come on!” You yelled out towards them. JJ was already stomping her way to you and you knew it was all over now. One quick look at you, and she would be able to tell you’re sick. You might as well pack your things now and drag yourself back to the hotel room, it might be better to retreat with your tail tucked between your legs than to be chewed out by JJ for being so reckless with your own health.

“You’re sick?” JJ stopped in front of you. Her question was more of a statement as she looked you over. Her eyes took in your flushed face, the dark circles under your eyes, and the way you were slightly wheezing with every breath, still trying to recover from your coughing fit.

“No!” You protested, following it with a hard cough you couldn’t hold back. JJ just continued to stare you down, her foot tapping on the asphalt as she waited for you to try again. “Okay, maybe.” She stayed silent and you could tell, if you kept this up it was just going to be worse for you. “Fine, yes.”

Without warning, JJ reaches for your hand, pulling you closer with her own while her other flies straight to your forehead. She holds it there for a minute and you do your best to give her your most displeased glare. She lets out a frustrated sigh when she lets her hand fall from your head. “You’re burning up, (Y/N).” She says as she uses her other hand to pull you with her. “You definitely have a fever.”

“Morgan!” She calls out. Morgan’s eyes had been on the two of you the minute JJ stomped over to you, watching the exchange between you two like a movie. “I’m taking her back to the hotel, can you tell Hotch I’ll be back after a while. You guys got this right?”

He just shot you both a thumbs up and a triumphant grin from afar and JJ continued on, pulling you with her to one of the cars. You didn’t say much as you followed behind. There wasn’t much to say, she knew you were sick and JJ, being the overprotective girlfriend that she was, would do everything in her power to make sure you recovered as soon as possible.

She practically shoved you in the passenger seat of the car when you both reached it. You landed with a huff and when you started to reach for the seat belt she swatted your hands away and did it herself, before walking over to the driver’s side of the car and getting in. Part of you felt like the treatment was deserved, afterall you were being stubborn by ignoring what your body needed and going to work anyways, but then you also felt like JJ was going the extra mile to irritate you with how she was treating you. Throughout the whole car ride, you sat there silently stewing in your own frustration as JJ spoke mostly to herself about her plans for you.

“After I get you into bed, I’m going to run out to the store and get cold meds, a thermometer, some fever reducer…” She listed so many things you felt were unnecessary. After a while you just tuned her out. There was no way you needed all of that. What you needed was to just sleep it off and by tomorrow you’d bounce back.

When you reached the hotel, JJ pulled you into her own room, stating that you were going to stay there for the rest of the case so that she could look after you. Before you could so much as say one word, she had already swiped the card to your own room out of your hand and left to grab your things and move them into hers. You sat on the bed, arms crossed as you stared at the hotel door and waited for her return, hoping the pout you’d been trying to throw her way would get her to ease up at least a little. It didn’t.

“Hotch texted,” JJ said as she came back into the room with a handful of your stuff. “Said that you should stay resting until we’re done with the case and I can be here as much as you need.”

“But the team-”

“Are perfectly capable of handling this without us.” She finished for you. Having sat down all your stuff, she walks over to where you sat on the bed. “You need rest.” She knelt down in front of you, her hands taking both of yours in her own. Finally, her eyes softened as she looked at you. This whole time you could tell she was frustrated that you ignored your current state in order to work, but she could also see that you genuinely did feel physically horrible. If you were being honest, it felt like someone had run you over with a truck. Your body felt exhausted, no matter how much sleep you got, your chest felt tight from the coughing you tried to hold back, and your head was throbbing in pain. But you were always one to push past it for a case, your top priority was protecting people, even if it meant you had to suffer. JJ’s, however, was protecting you.

“Your palms are sweaty, your hands are shaking,” JJ noted. “And your body is burning up.” You’d be embarrassed about it, but she was right. It was probably quite obvious that you were incredibly ill right now. “Why did you think it was okay to be on a case?”

“I’m needed,” you sighed and hung your head low, knowing that whatever excuse you had wouldn’t be good enough for JJ. She would never say anything was more important than your well-being.

“The team can handle it,” Her voice was surprisingly gentle as she spoke. “This job is demanding, but you can put yourself first sometimes. Please,” her hand slipped out of yours to cup your cheek. Your eyes moved back up to meet hers and the look she gave you was one of concern and love. “Put yourself first for me. You might think you can handle it, but when you're sick it might compromise your attentiveness, your reflexes, or your strength. You and I both know that even taking a second too long to react could mean life or death.”

She was right. When you woke up this morning and forced your body to push through and go to work, you didn’t see it that way, but now you do. Thinking more on it, you wouldn’t want to see JJ going to work like this. She would be putting herself in danger. If an unsub came for her when she was feverish, would she be able to fight them off? Would you have in your current state? It didn’t take you long to realize you wouldn’t have. One well placed attack to the abdomen would’ve had you doubled over in a coughing fit. If a little bit of dust and cold wind had you incapacitated for a moment, then an unsub surely would and you can’t afford to be off your guard even for a moment when you have a job like this.

“I just want to keep you safe,” JJ continued. “And if that means you’re not taking care of your body, then I’ll do it for you. I can’t let you needlessly put yourself in danger, (Y/N). I can’t lose you.”

You nodded and leaned into her touch, finally dropping your pout and letting her do what she’s been trying to do ever since the moment she learned you weren’t feeling well. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I’ll rest.”

“Good,” JJ stood and placed a kiss on the top of your head. “Now, try to sleep.” She pulled you up from the bed briefly, only to pull the covers out and let you slip under them. When you were settled in bed she placed one more kiss on your cheek before walking towards the door.

“I’ll be back with something for your fever,” She said as her hand reached the door knob..

With that she walked out the door and you let your head fall onto the pillows. Your body immediately felt better the moment you allowed it to completely relax. The blankets were warm, the bed was soft and for once it felt like your chills were finally going away. Without even realizing it, a few hours had passed and you had drifted off to sleep, only to be woken up with JJ’s return. Medicine placed on the nightstand along with a nice, warm cup of your favorite tea and a kiss pressed softly to your lips.

She stayed with you the rest of the night, making sure all your needs were met, drawing you a warm bath to relax your aching body, and holding you any time you would drift back to sleep.

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Young Loves

1.1 Wolf Moon

Teen Wolf x Aurora Young (oc)

A/N: Yay!! Another Teen Wolf Rewrite! But, this one comes with a twist. There isn't a set love interest because if I was in the Teen Wolf universe, I would be trying to slut myself out. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!

"Stiles why can't you just knock on his door like a normal person," I said, already preparing for Scott to lose his mind at Stiles' antics.

"Because, Rory, he needs a good scare before I can convince him to come with us."

Sighing, I made my way behind Scott's front porch, crouching down enough to be hidden.

I hear Scott open his front door, and I can see he has a goddamn baseball bat in his hands. Super, I can't wait to get bashed in the head by my paranoid friend.

The wind brushes against the leaves right next to me, causing Scott to spin around frantically, and bat in the air. Looking up, I can see Stiles preparing to scare his friend to death.

Scott begins to get close to us, so Stiles jolts himself down from his hanging position on the roof. Two pairs of lungs scream themselves raw in a second flat.

Becoming aware that he knows the figure hanging upside down, Scott exclaims, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing?"

"You weren't answering your phone," I say, popping up front my position on the ground. Though, I should have thought that through because the next thing I know, the bat gets swung in the air, directly at my face.

Now three pairs of lungs scream through the air before Stiles pushes his free hand toward the bat coming for me. Losing his balance, his body flies toward the ground, while Scott takes stock of who he is about to maim.

"Rory! Seriously guys what the fuck!"

Getting up, Stiles offers his hands to help me up. Brushing ourselves off, we turn to face the bat-wielding manic.

"Wait, why do you have a baseball bat?" Stiles questions.

Scott looks to his newfound weapon of choice, then back to us, "I thought you guys were murderers or something!"

Scoffing, Stiles doesn't hesitate to get to the point, "Alright well whatever. Listen to this, I know it's late but I saw my dad leave like twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called in a body!"

Shrugging his shoulders, Scott looks uninterested.

"Stiles, please slow down and learn how to tell a story," I begin, "look, they called in every officer. Two joggers found a dead body in the woods."

Scott, being the intelligent young man he is, shrieks, "A dead body?!"

I look to Stiles, whose eyes almost pop out of his head at Scott's question. Not being able to help himself, he says, "No a body of water- yes dumbass a dead body!"

Not having it, Scott asks, "Well if they already found the body, then what exactly is everyone looking for?"

Stiles' lips split into a shit-eating grin, this was exactly what he was waiting for. "That is the best part!... They only found half."

Scott raises his eyebrows, then turns his attention to me. Knowing his question, I answer, "He's dragging us out to go find it."

****

Scott already isn't having it.

"Scott you're the one always bitchin' about how nothing ever happens in this town!"

Tagging onto Stiles, I say, "Yeah, remember how just last week you were wishing that Jennifer's Body was real!"

"Rory, I only wished that because Megan Fox is hot, not because I want the ritual sacrifice to be happening in our woods," Touche "Also, which half of the body are we even looking for?" Touche again.

Stiles stops, and then comforts us by saying, "Actually, I didn't think about that."

Feeling butterflies start to erupt in my stomach, I ask, "What if whoever killed the person is still out here?"

"Also something I didn't consider" Oh god, I might vomit.

Scott says something but I don't hear it. Instead, the blood rushing to my head drowns out most things as we continue our trek through the woods.

Noticing how quiet I've become, Stiles wraps a hand around my wrist, effectively pulling me to a stop. Also allowing Scott to catch his breath. "Hey, Rory, it's okay," he tries comforting me, "If the guy is still out here, you have Scott and I to protect you."

Locking eyes with him, I laugh a little, "Yeah, my heroes. The severe asthmatic and an ADHD nightmare."

Taking mild offense Stiles replies, "Hey, I could totally protect you! You are five foot nothing and probably weigh ninety pounds soaking wet. Alright, all I'd have to do is throw you over my shoulder like a bag of sugar and be on my way." Sometimes it's nice when boys are stupid.

I laugh again, a little more sincere than last time, then start walking, letting him know I was fine to keep going. However, I don't get very far before I get pushed to the forest floor by both boys. Then they both crash down beside me as I spot flashlights in the distance.

The lights start to go further into the woods, so Stiles clambers to his feet, yanking me along with him, "Come on!"

We don't get far before we hear Scott call out for us. Stiles and I stop and turn around, looking for our friend, but a branch breaking quickly pulls our attention back to its previous position. Then, a bright light beamed into my retinas, burning my vision, as I was once again pulled down by Stiles. To make matters worse, I hear a dog getting scarily close to biting my face off.

"Hang on- I know these little delinquents." and I know that voice.

Stiles helps me up, as I meet his father's eyes. "Dad, hey, how are you?"

"So, do you listen in on all of my phone calls?"

"Well, no. Not the boring ones." Yikes

"Hello to you Rory."

I give him a sheepish wave. He just laughs and then shines his light past us, towards Scott's direction, "Where's the final partner in crime?"

"Who, Scott? He's at home, resting up before school tomorrow. Yeah, no, it's just us here, all alone, in the woods, at night." Oh god, kill me now

Mr. S just looks at me for confirmation, knowing how amazing with words his son can be. "He's right, Scotts at home."

He takes my words as truth and wraps an arm around my shoulders. "Alright, well I am going to walk you guys to his car. And then Stiles, you and I are going to have a fun little conversation about privacy."

****

"We should go back and find him," I say, picking at my cuticles.

Stiles lightly smacks my hands, bringing my nervous habit to a stop. "Rory, he's fine. He said he was already on his way home. Besides, I need to get you home."

Not listening I argue back, "Stiles, we were out there looking for a dead body. What if tomorrow, it's Scotts we are looking for, not just some random."

"Aurora, Scott is fine." With that final statement, he turns up the volume and puts his hand on top of mine. We drive home with him moving his thumb across my knuckles for comfort.

We don't say anything until he pulls into my driveway. "I can stay with you for a little if you're still a little shaken up." he offers.

"I'll be okay. Besides, your dad will kill you if he's home before you are."

He lets out a tiny laugh and nods his head, "Yeah, you aren't wrong. Hell, I could be the next body out in the woods."

"There's the spirit, Stilinski," I say, reaching for the door handle. I step out and close my side of the door, before making my way around the car to the driver's side. Standing on the tips of my toes, I lean into the rolled-down window. "Well, thanks for the ride home. Good luck with your dad, and I'll see you tomorrow."

He offers me a small smile and motions his head to the door, You are welcome, as always. Now please get inside because it's cold and you aren't any fun when sick."

Rolling my eyes, I make my way to my front door, keys already in hand. Once I unlock it, I push the door open slightly before turning to wave goodbye. Stiles waves back, so I step inside and lock the door behind me.

While I get ready for bed, I still keep thinking about Scott. So I text him, asking if he got home safe, before putting my phone on the charger.

It isn't until 1, that I finally fall asleep. Only after Scott returned my text, which is weird considering Stiles had said he was already on his way home when we were also on our way home. That fucking liar.

****

"Alright, let's see this thing!" Stiles says, too excitedly for how early it is.

Scott had texted us this morning, telling us to meet him in front of the school before class to "show us something life-changing". I knew he was being dramatic, but Stiles was shaking with anticipation.

Lifting up his shirt, Scott shows us a massive bandage covering most of his side. Stiles tries to touch it, but Scott jerks away, "I'm not sure what it was, but if I had to guess, I would say a wolf bit me."

Stiles laughs in his face, and Scott visibly deflates. "Why are you laughing? I know it was a wolf because I heard a wolf howling."

"No way."

"No way- what do you mean no way?"

I chime in, "Because wolves haven't been in California for like fifty years."

Stiles corrects me, "Sixty, wolves haven't been in California for sixty years. But thanks for remembering my wolf phase Rory." How could I forget? For a whole year in fourth grade, Stiles latched onto wolves and learned everything he possibly could about them. If he learned something, he shared it, so I always learned something too.

Scott shakes his head, "Whatever, if you guys don't believe me about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me when I told you I found the other half of the body."

"Are you kidding?" Stiles yells.

"No, I'm gonna have nightmares about it for months."

Stiles starts to ramble about how exciting this is while I search the crowd for my other best friend. Noticing her, I give Scott and Stiles a goodbye, before joining Lydia, our school Queen B.

As much as I love those nerds, I also love my girlfriends. Linking arms, Lydia and I made our way up the steps, as I tried to stop thinking about dead bodies and wolves.

****

At the end of the school day, Lydia introduces me to "our" new best friend Allison. The aforementioned girl is tall with great brunette hair and matching doe eyes. She's pretty, breathtakingly so, which I can acknowledge will probably become a problem for me. I can't help it, brown puppy dog eyes are my biggest weakness.

I introduce myself, and we engage in small talk briefly before I notice my other friends gawking from across the hall. Scott practically has drool seeping down his chin as Stiles talks to Harley, one of our classmates.

Zoning back in, I notice Jackson has joined our trio. However, Allison is trying desperately to not watch lacrosse practice. She turns to me for help, "Are you going too?"

I grimace and answer, "Yeah, Lydia will kill me if I don't. But also, my ride home is on the team."

Lydia smiles triumphantly and walks hand in hand with Jackson to the field. Giving Allison a smile, I link our arms together and drag her along, "Don't worry, it's not that boring. Besides, Lydia has to catch you up on Beacon Hills lore." That gives me a laugh from the pretty girl and I feel my heart flutter.

Once we find seats in the bleachers, Lydia joins us, and practice begins. I notice pretty quickly that Scott is in goal, which makes me feel like a proud mother. But that feeling turns to mild jealousy as Allison asks, "Whose in goal?"

"Scott, he's one of my friends."

"Oh, he's in my English class"

The coach's whistle cuts her off, and we watch as the boy gets knocked in the head by a ball. I try to stifle my laugh but when Stiles turns around we make eye contact and I break into hysterics. Allison starts laughing at my laugh, and I can't deny that I'm glad her attention to back toward me.

Though Scott wins again when he manages to catch the next ball, and the next after that. Jackson matches my jealousy as he tries to pump-fake Scott. But he is unsuccessful since Scott has suddenly become a decent player?

No way he got that good overnight.

****

"I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball."

Scott currently has Stiles and I trudging through the woods, retracing last night's steps as he rambles on about practice. As if Stiles and I weren't watching the entire time.

"Plus, I hear things that I shouldn't be able to hear. And smell things that I shouldn't be able to smell."

"Oh really," I start, "like what?"

"Like your heart beating really fast and the cherry vanilla perfume you're wearing." Oh!

Stiles and I share a glance, then he asks, "So all of this started with the bite?"

He continues, "Wait, I've heard of this thing before. It's a specific kind of infection."

Scott immediately stops and whips around to face us, "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's called lycanthropy." This asshole...

Though I'm no better, "Yeah, I know what you're talking about. It gets in your bloodstream and then manifests itself once a month. Every month. On a full moon." Stiles finishes up with a howl and Scott looks like he wants to murder us.

"Hey, you did say you heard a wolf last night." I reason.

"That's not funny Rory, there could be something seriously wrong with me."

Stiles continues, oblivious to our friend's fears, "Well duh, you're a freaking teenage werewolf!" Scott scoffs at him. "Okay- I am clearly kidding. But if you see me in shop melting all the silver I can, it's because there is a full moon on Friday."

Scott stops and begins looking around for his inhaler, the sole reason we are back out here. "I could have sworn I dropped it here."

Stiles drops down with Scott and the pair begin to dig around. Not willing to crouch down while wearing a skirt, I watch them fumble around before feeling eyes on me. I spin around and shriek immediately. About 12 feet away, stands a creep in all black, just staring at us with a blank expression.

Both boys immediately come flying up, Scott placing himself in front of me and Stiles angling himself to be a little bit behind me, but also curling around my side.

Creeper stalks toward us and asks, "What are you doing here? This is private property"

Scott answers, "Sorry man, we didn't realize. We were just looking for something."

In the blink of an eye, creeper tosses something at Scott who manages to catch it flawlessly. The creeper then turns around and walks away, as Scott reveals the exact item we were just looking for.

"Do you guys know who that is?" Stiles questions, but after receiving nothing he continues, "That was Derek Hale, from the Hale house fire a couple years back. Dudes only a couple years older than us, and his whole family like burned to death."

We continue walking and I know that Scott and Stiles are talking but I can't quite focus on their words.

I turn my head back one last time and can see Derek watching us still. Almost like he was waiting for something. Or someone.

****

Stiles meets up with me before practice, telling me some of the worst news ever.

They tested the body and found animal hairs on the body. That animal is a fucking wolf.

Stiles could barely get the words out before pulling me in for a quick hug, saying goodbye, and running to find Scott.

I can barely process the information before Allison finds me in a dazed state.

"Guess who has a date for Friday?" Oh great, more bad news.

"Is it me? Is this your plan to ask me to go with you to the party?" I laugh and see her smile get wider.

"No, but I promise to save you a dance. Scott actually asked!" She's so excited that I can't even hate Scott for a second. "I think he's really cute."

"Yeah. in a kicked puppy dog kind of way."

"Could you, possibly put in a good word for me? If not, that's totally fine, I don't want to make anything awkward." She's so sheepish that I cave in.

"Ally, of course I will. Don't worry, he asked me to do the same." This is true, and now I felt like a bad friend for not following up on the request. At the end of the day, I would rather them both be happy with each other than lose a friend while trying to date another.

The crowd starts cheering rather loudly, ceasing our conversation. I notice that the star of the hour is the cause of commotion. Scott is pulling out tricks I've only ever seen a gymnast achieve. What. The. Fuck.

It's like Stiles and I share the same brain, as he turns and meets my gaze. Scott just made the first line out of nowhere and suddenly the little werewolf joke doesn't feel all that comical.

****

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Scott questions.

"A lot- but that doesn't matter. Alright, what matters is that the little joke Rory and I made the other day? Yeah, not so little anymore okay. She and I have been searching for hours and you'll never guess what we've found."

Scott looks to me for confirmation and I just nod my head. His expression turns to anger and he says, "Are you guys seriously wasting my time with this? I have to pick up Allison soon!"

He turns to leave but I beat him to the door, blocking his exit. "Scott, please just let us explain. Okay, what we saw on the field today, was great. Too great. I know you practiced this summer, but this is completely out of left field." He just scoffs but turns to Stiles when he starts talking.

"Plus, the hearing and the smelling from the other day? It can't be a coincidence. And I'm sorry but your date with Allison tonight, yeah, no freaking way is that happening. You know why, the full moon is tonight."

Scott looks ready to bash Stiles's head in, which matches up with our werewolf research. Bloodlust is apparently a thing, and I do not want to be around when Scotts kicks in.

Stiles voices my concerns aloud to our fuming friend.

Things take a scary turn when Stiles tries to get Scott's phone to cancel on Allison.

"Goddamnit Stiles give it to me!" Scott explodes, slamming Stiles into the wall. The action has me frozen in fear, waiting for his next move. Scott clenches his fist and goes to punch him, but stops when he watches his best friend's face scrunch up in fear. He turns around and focuses his anger on the chair, knocking it back with enough force to have it collide with my shins. On impact I fall onto the bed behind me, thanking god I didn't just fall and hit my head against the floor instead.

Scott meets my eyes, and I can feel the regret coming off him in suffocating waves. He goes to help me up and stops when I flinch rather harshly.

"I'm- I'm so sorry Rory," then he looks at Stiles, his face morphing into the personification of guilt, "I'm sorry, both of you. But I really have to go."

As soon as he leaves, Stiles hits his head against the wall, making me flinch once again. Tired of feeling helpless, I get up and move the chair into an upward position. Once I finish, I can't help but let out a gasp. Stiles is behind me in an instant, eager to see what I'm seeing.

There it is, proof that we aren't crazy.

Three fucking slashes, from a werewolf's claws.

****

Stiles and I arrive at Lydia's together but quickly lose each other once the redhead finds me.

For the next hour or so, I lived like everything was totally normal.

But of course, it doesn't last very long.

Allison, bless her heart, ruins my buzz when she comes crashing towards me. "Rory, Scott just left. Like completely vanished, and when I tried to follow him, some older guy offered to give me a ride and said he knew Scott. I told him sure, but that I had to get my friend inside too cause she needed a ride. Please come with me so I don't get kidnapped alone."

"Ally, why didn't you just tell him no?"

"Because he was kind of cute, plus I figured you might like him."

It was terrible reasoning on her part, but nevertheless, I let her drag me outside and into the cold night.

She pointed out his car almost immediately and I felt my stomach sink rapidly.

There in all his creepy glory, was Derek Hale. The same guy from the woods.

To Ally's credit, he was cute. If this was different circumstances, I would have been excited to ride in his car. But now I felt like throwing up.

Against my better judgment, I let Allison drag me into the back seat of the shiny black sports car.

Stiles was going to kill me when he found out.

****

"What the hell were you thinking?!" Stiles exclaims.

He was driving me home after almost breaking down Allison's door to figure out if I was alive or not.

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let Ally get in the car by herself. And she has a really strong grip."

"God, Rory, if you ever do something so blindly stupid like that again, I swear I will handcuff you to your bedframe so you can never put yourself in danger again, got it?"

I gave him a sheepish, yes, too exhausted by the day's events to argue with him.

For the remaining time we have, he tells me about his night's events. Including the confirmation of the goddamn supernatural.

That's right folks, Scott's actually a fucking werewolf.

****

A/N: AAAAHHH I did it! Omg it took way longer to write than I thought it would. Let me know your thoughts and thank you so much for reading!

Lots of love,

dainty

#stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf #dylan o'brien #my fic #fic rec #fiction #fanfic #allison argent #allison argent imagine #scott mccall #teen wolf rewrite

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lovebillyhargrove · 10 months

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Wake me up when July is around

Chapter 5

Chapter 6/?

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October is ending and Steve's feeling restless. His relationship with Nancy is in a rut. They went to Martha's diner where they serve the best milkshakes in town the other day, and it was nice until the moment Nancy asked him if he had thought about buying Jonathan a camera.

It's Jonathan now. Like, officially. Should he be worried or what the hell is this.

Steve pretended to be dense and said he's still considering it and he needs more time, which didn't make Nance particularly happy.

He can't help but feel that his girlfriend is becoming more and more distant. He's trying to keep the flame alive, he loves her, but it's getting harder and harder. He understands she's going through a rough time, he's doing his best to distract her, but like .. he can't bring her friend back.

Steve doesn't know what to do about it.

He decides to do what he knows best.

Steve is going to throw a party.

There's no special occasion, but parents-out-of-town-for-the-weekend seems celebratory enough.

Like he said, he wants to enjoy his senior year cause god knows what's gonna happen after.

Tommy is on board.

"Finally! King Steve's castle, here we come!"

They spread the word, and people are pitching in - with alcohol. Roy helps find a keg. What else do they need? Cigarettes, some snacks, loud music and the right spirit which they've got plenty of.

Parents aren't gonna he back till next Wednesday which is even better, Steve will have enough time to clean the place up.

The party is set for Saturday evening.

It's gonna be awesome.

The whole high school shows up. Cars are parked all down the street, the swimming pool which Steve had cleaned on Friday, is glowing. The punch is pure gasoline, as Roy calls it. The funny dude always comes up with different names for punch at parties.

Steve's feeling great. Hell yeah, he's still king of this town.

Hargrove's here, sitting on the couch in the living room, Vicky on the right, Jennifer on the left, and Vicky is glaring at the other girl, having placed a possessive hand-on-thigh sign up. Hargrove lets her, although rumours are, they haven't fucked yet. What's taking him so long, Jesus? He's been in Hawkins for two months already.

Not like Steve's counting.

Hargrove's wearing faded light-blue jeans and a dark-gray shirt, which makes the colour of his dirty-blond hair and blue eyes absolutely pop.

He looks fucking good.

Okay, no-one cares about the eyes and about the stupid mullet, and especially his tanned chest which is out on display again.

Harrington is sitting opposite them on another couch, with Nancy by his side, Tommy and Carol, and there are people everywhere surrounding them, having found a spot on the armchairs or couches' armrests, or simply on the floor. There's a coffee table in the middle, red plastic cups, beer bottles and ashtrays all over it. The French windows to the pool are open wide, to let some fresh late evening air in. The music's blasting through the speakers, and Harrington's speakers are the dopest, huge, expensive shit, bass cutting to the bone and resonating through the whole body. There are couples dancing everywhere, in the backyard too, or just talking and hanging out.

Tommy is in the centre of everybody's attention reminiscing loudly

He remembers the time last year they were having a party so loud, some cranky neighbors called the cops at 1am, and officer Callahan showed up to deal with the situation.

Harrington was drunk out of his mind, standing by the pool, one arm on a girl's shoulder

..was it Katie or Amy ? .. Steve's trying to remember

When Callahan came up to Steve and informed him that neighbors were complaining about the noise and also pointed out the sweeping underage drinking laws violation

Harrington threw his other arm around Callahan

And told him drunkenly and slurring

"Are you going to arrest all of us? Lemme see them cuffs."

Letting go of Callahan and pointing an index finger in his face

"You have the right to remain silent, officer."

Then turning around and walking away.

The moment Callahan started after Steve, the cop clumsily slipped on a wet tile and fell into the pool

Everyone fell quiet, but Harrington was like

"No running near the pool, officer! You, of all people!!"

The kids burst out laughing wildly.

An unfortunate day for the Hawkins police department.

The next day Steve's parents received a personal call from Chief Hopper.

Harrington was grounded for a week.

But the parents went away after three days, so.

There's laughter and comments all around, and even Hargrove's smiling.

Or one time during a pool party previous June, when they were celebrating the end of freshman year, everyone was so drunk and then Roy puked in the pool with people swimming in it, unleashing ultimate chaos cause everybody was screaming and trying to get out of the water as quickly as possible, and running to the two showers available in the house. Harrington had to drain the whole pool and clean it. He hired people for it, but it was a bummer anyways.

"Not my fault, not my fault!!" Roy is bellowing

"That punch was spiked so hard, it was pure poison! My system couldn't handle the poison!"

Or last year when a drunk Andy got on the roof of the house and was shouting "Tina, I love you!"

"Shut up, Tommy!"

(They were having relationship problems, and supposedly were in the verge of a breakup, cause Tina saw him making eyes at Heather, but Tommy was smart enough not to bring those details up)

Andy was so drunk he couldn't get down by himself, so they had to bring a ladder and someone, - was it Mike? - had to climb up and help him get on the ground

And Tina was wailing and shouting "Call 911, call 911!" cause she was afraid her boyfriend would fall down and break his neck or something

Drama, sweet high school drama.

"Or guys, guys, do you remember .."

That one time when they were playing truth of dare and Harrington dared Danny to come to school dressed as a girl, high heels, make up and a wig, and some guys really fell for it like "Whoa, who's the new chick?"

During Literature class he introduced himself to Mr. McCarthy as Shawna Rubitquick, a new student who relocated to Hawkins from Hollywood.

And then he was called to the principal's office for class disruption and indecent behaviour, but then the dude's dad who's a lawyer was like

"That incident cannot be qualified as indecent behaviour. I do not see the problem, principal Foster."

However, after that dad took Danny's car keys for two weeks, so Harrington had to give him a ride to school and back every fucking day of those weeks.

Andy pipes up and tells a couple of more funny memories from the parties he or Tina hosted in the past, and Tina's like

"Make sure to come to my Halloween bash I'm throwing end of November! Costumes are a must!"

Steve kinda thrives in all that stupid funny noise. He notices that the only person who isn't psyched about being here and listening to the stories is his own girlfriend but she's quiet and just sitting there sipping a half-filled plastic cup of punch. That's clearly not her usual scene but

She's fine.

Those were the good old days, so carefree and fun.

This year is overshadowed by having to choose your future, as well as other stuff. Too much of it.

Steve's not gonna think about it now though.

Harrington's eyes fall on some girl's long legs in black stockings, the legs look great, wait, that's Nicole, she's sitting on the armrest near Tommy and Carol, drinking beer out of a bottle and throwing meaningful glances at Steve when she's sure Nancy's not paying attention

Which is basically always.

Has she always been looking at him like that?

Steve's already a bit tipsy.

Anyways.

The guys start chanting

"Keg! Keg! Keg! Keg!"

And the whole cheerful company spills out into the backyard, dragging even more people along

Nancy is staying behind talking to some girl, Samantha..? Maybe.

Tommy, Andy, Roy and Danny take turns on the keg. Their results are impressive, Andy having reached forty-one seconds is the first one for now, but the crowd needs an ultimate winner.

Hargrove. Forty-eight.

"Fuck yeah, California!"

That's Roy's shrill voice, followed by

"King Steve! Let's hear it for King Steve!"

This voice belongs to Tommy of course, Steve's not sure he wants to do it, no, he's not sure he's gonna be able to do it, cause he's been out of practice and all, but everyone's cheering and what the hell

Let's fucking do it.

In his junior year he set a record at fifty seconds, so there's a good chance he won't let Hawkins down.

Forty-fucking-eight.

Can you believe it? It's a draw between him and Hargrove. The crowd is louder than the music

"We've got two Keg Kings, everyone! Legends!"

Tommy's going insane. Add a bit of fuel to his enthusiasm and the guy's gonna fly to the fucking moon right this second.

Steve can't really feel the ground under his feet, he's dizzy and there's a nasty feeling of being so sooo close to throwing all that beer up

Hargrove's watching him, eyes squinted and a mean smile on his lips, bare chest glistening from all the liquid, and Steve can read his mind, like ..

Hargrove's underestimated him. He thought that the victory was gonna be his and only his, but thank you, years of pre-Nancy Wheeler practice. At least, Harrington managed not to lose his face. Eat that, you fucking show-off.

***

When everyone has calmed down, and it has gotten back to the usual loud party buzz, and Hargrove, Tommy and others flop on the couches in the living room again, lazily smoking, Andy already kissing Tina, Billy putting his arm around Vicky's waist,

Steve goes to look for Nancy. She's in the kitchen, still talking to that Samantha girl

"Hey, Nance, you missed the keg stand!"

"Yeah, just uh .. it's already close to eleven and I promised my mom to be back before midnight. She only let me go because I told her I'm going to be with you the whole time."

"Yeah, alright.. I'll get you back home. Let's just hang out some more with everyone. I'll walk you home later, we basically live on the same street, right? It's like .. a ten-minute walk. I'd drive you but I know you won't let me now. I did a keg stand, did you hear? 48 seconds!"

Steve's blabbering.

Nancy's looking at Steve like he's a giant toddler.

"If that makes you happy.."

She's waving

"See you later!" to Samantha, and Steve drags her back to the living room where the unstoppable Tommy, who's clearly on cloud nine from seeing old Harrington back, even if only for the evening, has apparently suggested playing a classic of truth or dare.

Carol's rolling her eyes

"Tommy, grow up already!"

Roy is shouting

"Let's do it, guys!"

Everyone's like yeah why not?

So the game begins. Vicky says they should spin the bottle but Tommy yells

"No, it's to the left, it's to the left!"

Hargrove's sitting to his left, and, naturally, Tommy wants to mess with him of all people

"Truth or dare?"

Steve somehow can tell that Hargrove is not the "truth" guy.

"Dare."

He's right.

"Billy, my man, I dare you to .." - Tommy's pausing for some dramatic effect, -" take a swim in Harrington's pool right now!"

Vicky is looking at Tommy as if he's out of his mind

"It's freaking October! You want Billy to catch pneumonia or something?"

Hagan is raising his hands in the air

"It's a dare! Take it or leave it!"

Billy's whispering in Vicky's ear

"Honey, I appreciate the concern, but you can't catch pneumonia from being in cold water for a minute, don't worry."

He turns to Tommy

"Get me a towel, Hagan."

They are both getting off the couches and Tommy goes to fetch a towel from the bathroom downstairs.

People are again spilling outside, finding a spot around the pool. Vicky is indignantly telling Tina that Tommy is so drunk he doesn't know what he's doing.

Hargrove's standing at the deep end.

The water must be fucking cold. It's the end of October. Hargrove's dick and balls are gonna freeze off. Not that Steve gives a fuck about the dude's privates, but you get the idea.

At least the water's clean, all the dry leaves that were floating in the surface have been fished out. The pool looks magic with all the blue lighting.

Harrington loses the trail of thought for a second because Billy starts undressing in front of everyone. He first unbuttons his dark-gray silky shirt, slowly, pensively, as if bracing himself for the temperature his body is about to experience. He then .. no, he doesn't take off the shirt, he slides it down his shoulders, the fabric flowing over his skin as if in slow-motion, revealing his muscled tanned torso, and Steve finds himself back in that Health class again, when everyone was watching Hargrove performing a masterclass of rolling a condom on a cucumber. It's kinda the same situation here, all girls are this close to literally losing it. Those who are holding their boyfriends are desperately digging their nails into the boyfriends' arms. Hargrove then kicks the boots off, unbuckles the belt and unzips the jeans. Even that is fucking sexy. Steve's mouth turns dry for some reason. He hopes no-one's looking at him right now, but no worries, everybody's eyes are on Billy,

Who shakes his ass out of the jeans and takes them off too, standing there in black boxers.

He dives beautifully and swims as beautifully from one end of the pool to the other under water, not coming up for air even once. He moves smoothly and quickly, spreading his arms like the wings of a flying eagle. Steve also thinks Hargrove looks like an exotic fish in a magically illuminated pool.

Billy reaches the shallow end, emerging from the water. Easily lifts himself up, muscles rolling under that smooth skin, tiny streams of water flowing down.

He gets out of the pool, and everyone's silent for a second until Tommy breaks the quiet getting closer to Hargrove with the towel and shouting

"Dude, that was awesome! How's the water?"

Billy's chuckling

"I can help you find out, Tommy."

Hagan is backing off, just in case, and Billy takes the towel and shrugs his broad shoulders like it was nothing, like he swims in freezing water every day.

The crowd starts murmuring and Steve gets broken out of his daze. He glances at Nancy and notices that she's white in the face

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Let's.. let's get back inside. Steve, you know I can't.. being near that swimming pool is just.."

Shit, of course.

"Yeah, yeah, let's get back. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken you outside."

They are the first ones to get back into the living room. After them people start taking their seats on the couches and armchairs again. Nancy is standing near the wall, hiding her face in Steve's chest.

"You alright, Nance?"

"Yes, just give me a minute. It's just all the memories.."

"Hey, Nance, it's okay." He's whispering and hugging her tight.

Meanwhile the game of truth or dare is apparently going on, and Hargrove is standing in the middle of the room, all dripping wet, in his wet fucking boxers looking absolutely undeterred drying his hair with the towel.

Tommy's voice is heard everywhere again

"It's your turn, bro!"

There's a flash of instant exhilaration mixed with fear just like back in Health class again, when Steve's heart was beating in anticipation of hearing his name being called

He thinks Hargrove might choose him,

But Billy's eyes aren't even searching for him, no

"Yo Andy! Truth or dare?"

"What happened to the left?" Tommy seems to care about the rules

"Left, right, who cares. What's it gonna be, Goldman?"

Andy looks a bit uneasy but he doesn't want to back down in front of everyone

"Dare?"

"Nice. I dare you to a race, your baby against mine."

Andy's taken by surprise, the dare seems unexpected from an almost naked wet guy in boxers, but he says

"You got it."

Tommy's letting out a gasp of delight.

"We'll talk about all the details later, yeah? You kids play the game, I'm gonna go make myself decent again."

Vicky follows Billy upstairs. Probably wants to help the guy warm up. She's carrying his clothes and his boots.

"It's a race, everyone! Holy fucking shit! Senior year, baby!! Andy, your pick!" Tommy's back at restoring the rules

Andy picks Tina who's on his left, and Tina chooses truth and the question is

"Who do you find the sexiest in the room?"

Everyone boos and laughs

Tina kisses her boyfriend

"You, silly."

"You better."

They are kissing and kissing and kissing until people start shouting

"Enough!"

And

"Get a room!"

Steve wants to stay and see where the game goes but Nancy is suddenly not by his side anymore, fuck, he's still reeling from the keg stand. She must've gone .. to the bathroom maybe, why didn't she say anything?

He goes to look for his girlfriend, and finds her sitting on the staircase alone

"What happened, Nance?"

"It's .. the pool and everything, I told you .. it brought that night back, and I just .. can we go talk somewhere more private?"

"Sure. Sure, let's go upstairs."

They get up the stairs, music still booming, but it's quieter, and there are no people around. Nancy is sliding down the wall to the floor and Steve's sitting next to her.

"I keep thinking about that night, Steve. Don't you ever think about that night?"

"I do. What happened was awful."

But also.. we made love for the first time that night, Nance. It was beautiful.

"The most awful thing is that we still don't know what exactly happened."

"Yes. But .. we are not the police, Nance. If they don't know, how can we .."

"The police don't do anything! They didn't even .."

Nancy stops mid-sentence

"Yeah, I don't even know what to think anymore. But this guy in the pool brought everything back, and .. there's just something creepy about that pool, I can't look at it anymore."

"How .. how do you know something happened in the pool? The police looked for clues all around the backyard, and they didn't find anything.. Wait, do you know something I don't?"

Their faces are so close. Nancy is lowering her eyes and taking him by the hand.

"No, Steve, I don't know anything."

Is she telling the whole truth?

"Hey Nance .. look at me?"

Nancy's lifting her eyelashes and looking at him with her big beautiful eyes, and Steve can't help himself, he's only human, he's in love with that girl

She kisses him, softly touching his face. Steve gets a fleeting suspicion she's doing it because she doesn't want to continue having this conversation, or maybe not, maybe he's just stupid and wasted, and she kisses him because she wants him

Harrington thinks it's an invitation

It's time to stoke the fire, they are still together and they are going to get through this

Steve can feel how quickly he's getting hard, alcohol and blood pumping in his head and echoing in his dick, together with the music coming from downstairs

He deepens the kiss and mumbles

"Nance come on, I want you so bad .."

"Steve, you're drunk."

"So? I'm seventeen, Nance, I'm allowed to be drunk, that's not a crime."

"That's literally a crime."

"Who cares? Just .. I'm so crazy about you."

"I should probably get home. Time's .."

"Oh come on, I've missed you! .. I swear, I'll get you home on time, well, maybe .. we'll be a couple of minutes late .. but just a couple, I promise. Your mom won't be mad. She likes me."

He's getting off the floor and helping his girlfriend up, they're still kissing and hugging and they are moving towards the door of Steve's room.

"I love you so much, Nance, you make me crazy .."

Steve's hand finds the door handle but he can't open the door because.. it's locked ..? What the fuck?

He doesn't remember locking his room, but maybe? Who knows

He digs in his jeans pocket cause he knows there's a key to his room in there

Lets go of Nancy for a second to open the door

Then is back at kissing her again

They are stumbling into Steve's room

"The fuck? Harrington??"

What the hell? Hargrove's standing near the bed with his back to the door, but he's turning his head and

The bedside lamp is on, so Steve can see the incredulous and malicious twist on Hargrove's face

Vicky is scrambling from the floor up

Thank fuck the asshole's wearing clothes so Steve - and Nancy - don't have to see his naked ass

Billy and Vicky in Harrington's room?

Oh shit. They are interrupting a blowjob.

"The fuck you standing there? Trying to get a better look? Get the fuck out!"

Steve's speechless

"Sorry man, but I think it's you who needs to get out."

"Why the fuck is that?"

"You're in MY room, asshole!"

"So what? Close the fucking door, can't you see we're in the middle of something?"

"That's .. huh! Are you even listening? That's MY fucking room! Go find yourself another one, or better yet, don't fuck in my house!"

Vicky is sitting on the edge of the bed, quickly buttoning up her blouse.

Nancy is leaning on the door, obviously wishing she simply wasn't here.

Hargrove zips up his jeans and comes closer to Harrington.

"Bad room service, the worst. Gotta speak to the manager."

He pushes Harrington and Steve's back hits the wall. Hargrove's angry like a bull who sees red but Steve's just as furious. He swings fast, and Hargrove must still be fucking taken by surprise because he doesn't cave and gets hit in the face

Vicky and Nancy start screaming something like

"Billy, stop!"

"Steve, no!"

And quickly run out of the room to get help.

Hargrove's already lunging at the intruder (slash room-owner) and grabbing him by his polo, shoving him into the wall again but Harrington is pushing him back, and then Billy's swinging and Steve's swinging and both of their noses are bleeding

And it's a good old fight between the boys until Tommy, Roy and a couple of other guys rush into the the room to break it up.

Tommy and Andy are holding Hargrove back, Roy and Danny are trying to overpower Harrington

"Stop, stop, guys !! Enough! The fuck is wrong with you?" Tommy is shouting

"You fucking asshole! Can't see you're fucking interrupting something? The fuck is your problem?"

"My only problem is that you are in my room, are you fucking stupid?"

"So what? It's a fucking party, Harrington! Who cares whose room is that?"

"I care!"

"How the fuck did I know it was your fucking room? Now I see though, the plaid is as ugly as your fucking assface!'

Steve tries throwing himself at Billy again but Roy and Danny manage to hold him back, all four of the peacemakers shouting

"Guys, guys enough!! Jesus, enough, for fuck's sake!!"

Finally, Hargrove shrugs all of the restraining hands off of him and walks up to Steve.

Danny and Roy are letting Harrington free as well, however, still standing close, ready to start breaking up the continuation of the fight if needed.

There's no need.

Billy just locks his eyes with Steve's and says in a fake good-humoured voice.

"Great party, amigo. Place is a little cramped and room service does not seem to care about the do-not-disturb policy, but-uh .. great party nonetheless."

Steve's not fooled by the tone. He sees hatred dancing in Hargrove's blown-out pupils.

Hargrove walks away and Vicky is following him.

The guys get downstairs to let the curious crowd know everything's alright.

Steve understands he's not gonna get any sexy time with his girlfriend now.

Nancy says she's not in the mood, and the whole party is stupid and she has to go to bed, so Steve walks her home. Mostly in silence.

She hugs him saying good night.

When he gets back, the party is still on, but it's quieter now, and the crowd has broken into small groups of people here and there

Tommy and Carol are upstairs. Not in Steve's room, he hopes, but he wouldn't make another scene even if they were.

Well, Tommy knows where his friend's room is. They usually occupy the guest room anyways.

Maybe he overreacted.

There's something about this smug Californian asshole that makes his blood turn its flow.

Steve wants to get in bed. However, when he's about to get upstairs, a hand is touching his shoulder gently and

Nicole is standing behind him smiling

He remembers the legs from earlier tonight.

"Hey."

"Hey .. maybe .. maybe you need to take your mind off things. I can help you with that."

She's smiling and there's a horny twinkle in her eyes, luring Steve in

Things can be so easy, can't they?

"Sorry, honey .. I'm taken."

Nicole is watching him go up the stairs wistfully. Maybe she'll try again another time, that's not the last party this year.

When Steve enters his room, he makes sure to lock the door.

Crashes on the bed. Not gonna shower. Tomorrow, everything tomorrow.

The party wasn't bad, actually.

Just this motherfucking Californian beach bum had to add a spoonful of tar to a barrel of honey.

Everything's flashing through Steve's still drunk brain - Nancy's sweet kisses, Hargrove's muscles and his tanned skin, Tommy's voice, the blue water in the pool, Nancy's friend Barb, sitting by the pool that terrible night, Billy swimming there .. fuck why did it have to look so gorgeous. Billy's fists and their mutual rage, Vicky on her knees in front of Hargrove and his broad broad shoulders ..

***

The motherfucking stupid bitch Harrington. Had to ruin it for him, of course.

Billy's angrily driving Vicky home.

Good thing he put his clothes back on in what turned out to be Harrington's bedroom cause he kinda was freezing a bit after taking a swim in Indiana's October water, and he wanted some clothes on his cold body.

Good thing cause otherwise it would've been funny him swinging at the fully-clothed richie boy with his own dick and balls dangling and ass for everyone to see.

Fucking asshole. Get out of my room.

That's why Billy hates rich guys. They are so full of themselves. So what, it's your room? You accidentally see someone banging in there, you fucking close the door, and find yourself an empty room, period. Let people fucking finish, where the fuck are your manners.

What a dickhead. What a douche.

"Hey, Billy?"

Is Vicky trying to make a conversation right now?

"Hmm?"

"We can finish what we started, you know."

"Oh yeah? Your parents not home?"

"They are, unfortunately, but uh .. we can drive off the road?"

They spot a right turn onto a dirt road which runs along the woods. Billy parks his car and reclines both seats. Some romantic shit is playing on the radio and they kiss and Vicky sucks him off.

It's all fine up to the point when Billy is about to come. He isn't thinking about Vicky or any other girl, real or imaginary. No, their fight with Harrington is on his mind

The way they grabbed each other

His lips

Their faces were so close

Harrington smelled good

Like .. the smell you want to come back to and feel it again

Billy cums with a groan

"Fuuuuck .. yeah."

And then immediately erases all unnecessary images from his mind

Is he alright in the head? He doesn't fucking need it.

He slides a hand up Vicky's skirt and makes her cum on his fingers. It doesn't take long, the fabric of her panties is drenched with wetness.

When they are done, he lights up a cigarette and drives the girl home.

Later that night seconds before falling asleep Billy realises

Shit, he left his boxers in Harrington's bedroom.

***

Chapter 7

#harringrove #harringrove fic #harringrove slow burn #mean steve vs mean billy #harringrove high school shenanigans #harringrove drunk shenanigans #billy x steve

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oneforthemunny · 11 months

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Do you ship eddie and chrissy

no not anymore lol

I thought they were cute on the show but I also could never see them outside of that scene making it. with peace and love I just think eddie is touch starved and so a pretty girl is nice to him?? someone he thought would be mean wasn’t and spoke to him??? hell yeah, he’s gonna act up. replace it with anyone really.

if he was in jennifer’s body he would be the first one to go if for no other reason than she spoke to him nicely lmao. he’s a goof in the best way.

but like I think he knew she was nervous too and he’s just a sweet guy. like imagine anyone else in that scenario I think he’d be the same way if they were nice to him.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks

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catgoesboom · 11 months

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I feel kinda betrayed that we're clearly reaching the end of the "remake/reboot for the sake of cashing on nostalgia" era of cinema in this century, that by some wonderful luck is also crossing this new era of "female empowerment" and even tho I'm glad we got the Barbie movie out of this, somehow we still haven't had a new St. Trinian's movie.

Like think with me:

An all-ladies boarding school comprissed of the most vile babygirl/girlfailure coded staff with devil menaces of students cause most if not all of them are kids of the most slimy criminals around and they're happy where they are and how they live creating chaos wherever they go and aren't afraid to be even worse to get revenge on whoever dares to disturb their chaotic peace.

Is quite literaly Madeline with an Addams Family filter, SO MUCH SO ONE OF THE TEACHERS LOOKS LIKE MORTICIA in the 1950's-60's movies!

And they display almost all variety of women-wrongs that people love that could be easilly translated to modern age.

You want a regina george white-collar-criminal mean-girl? you got it

Nerdy geek cryptoscammer-doxxer-girl? YEP

Jock bully steals-your-lunch-money-and-kicks-your-ass girl? There you go

Jennifer's body-esque goth making all kinds of witchcraft just to give diarrhea to someone who looked at them the wrong way? hell yeah!

The shining twins- looking young girls who make traps when nobodies looking just to revel in silent delight as they see people falling for it? YEP

Punk girls who cause a mess everywhere they go and don't bat an eye before commiting arson just for the hell of it? WE ALSO DO HAVE THOSE.

This is such a cool and interesting and creative IP that studios could easilly capitalize on I'm actually very surprised nobody have at least made a pitch of bringing it back.

#slight rant #I'm going to also tag #St. trinian's #Saint Trinian's #here just in case

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hunkjodiefoster · 1 year

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The Poolside

Pairing: neighbor!Jennifer Connelly x fem!reader

Summary: You come over to your friend Jennifer's house thinking it's going to be a nice time tanning in the summertime. That turns into something more.

Warnings: smut; finger penetration if you squint, oral sex (reader giving), scissoring, overstimulation, squirting.

A/n: Wrote this with @ilovemilfs999999999999 ❤️

It was hot outside with the sun overhead. You were watching from your window getting ready to get a tan in your yard.

Your neighbor Jennifer was also out, in her bikini and boxer bottoms getting ready to swim. She was applying sunscreen over her body. You were watching as she ran the cream over her shoulders, collarbones, neck, you almost felt like a creep. Until Jen saw you in the window, gave you a smile and a wink, and waved. You froze in place and smiled back, you think you two flirt regularly. One time you saw her masturbate on complete accident in her bedroom and you were scared to come over ever since. You have been over to her place which was huge, but only because you two got to know each other and had a cookout.

You found her so fucking attractive. You had so much lust and longing for her. She kept eye contact while she pulled her bottom a little bit down, just barely before her hairs were revealed, putting some cream there just for the hell of it. Her own hands roaming her sculpted abdomen that's glistening in the sun. You wanted to fuck this woman so hard, and for her to fuck you into oblivion. You honestly fell in love with her over the course of the couple months since you moved in, and you began to throb, fuck why now you thought to yourself. You have touched yourself before thinking of her. Only if you could have that in the real world.

Jennifer cocked her head motioning you to come over. This was dangerous. What was she going to have you do. You'd do anything she asked and that's the truth. All you wanted was to touch her body and run your hands over her abs while begging for her to let you suck her clit.

You waddled over to her yard which was it's own private residence. She had the side table filled with a book and some fruit appetizers.

"Hey, help yourself to the fruit. You doing well lately? Jen asked while laying down on her poolside chair, basking in the sun. Fuck you thought. Just wanted to ride her cunt right then and there. All of her exposed skin made you soaking wet.

"Yeah I've been doing good actually. How are you dealing with the heat?"

"I'm managing, getting my tan for the summer eh?"

"Yeah, same. What book are you reading?" You picked up the book and read the title, you've read this one before. It was about a sexy romance between a ceo and her assistant. Did Jen swing both ways? I really shouldn't be thinking about the older woman's sexuality but it was damn near impossible. Wasn't her business but she was dying to know. "Oh I've read this before. I liked it."

"Yeah I'm liking it too, except it seems like the main gal is being a toughie"

Yeah…I didn't like that either. So, how come you wanted me down here? Not that I don't want to be-"

"I just- wanted someone to chat with and…you don't have to be here obviously. You're nice to talk to." Jen scooted over to make room for you to sit down so you did so. Your ass grazed against her side and you were already so anticipated. You felt so bad about what you saw.

"I wanted to apologize about something…"

Jen looked at you like a confused puppy.

"Last week I- I saw your bedroom through my hallway window and I froze and I'm sorry…I had to tell your otherwise I'll always feel terrible."

Jen's face stayed a blank for a second or two. You were just waiting for you to kick you out of her yard.

"What was I doing?"

"Having alone time. Making yourself feel good. I promise it was by accident."

"I needed it that night. I'm all alone here since my divorce from quite a few years ago. Gets very lonely. Had to treat myself you know? A woman's best friend is her fingers and gut! Seriously, it's fine, don't feel bad."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Don't worry." Jennifer put her hand over her eyes trying to make out my face.

"You want someone for you, for a long time?"

"I'd…love that very much…I've been dying for someone with real want and caring for me." Jen stared into my eyes. Her beautiful ocean-green eyes. I want to kiss her so bad. Dance with our tongues. She gave me an interesting look. I could see the gears turning in her head.

"I don't think I've known before, hope you don't mind me asking, but how's your guy situation?" Jen asked.

"It's terrible. I've given up on them. I'm into women now…I've gotten to know myself and I got a type." Crap. Why did I say that?

Jennifer took the apple off the tray and took a chunk out of it while smirking. "What's your type?" Fuck.

"Older women. I like someone who's caring and have such a nurturing presence. Also, they're so hot, just like you." I smirked. No coming back from that. Oh man, she's smiling.

"You wouldn't mind being kissed by me would you? Or…something more than that?"

"I wouldn't mind riding you like a horse-"

Just after I said that Jennifer closed the gap between us, held the back of my neck and kissed me, hard. Full of wanting? How long has she wanted to do that? Doesn't matter because I'm right where I want to be.

"This alright?"

"Yes. Please fuck me."

We started making out again, her grabbing and teasing my nips till they were already hard so fast from the sensation. Jen unclasped my bikini top with one hand, bringing her mouth to my exposed nipple. Everything was happening so fast. I snapped back when I felt her tongue on my chest.

"Wait I-..."

Jen stopped. "Tell me what you want."

I pushed her back onto the laid back chair. She took off her top with ease, exposing her breasts smaller than mine, but oh so perfect to be in my hands. I went up to wrap my lips on her nipple. Flicking her with my tongue, she held the back of my head with her hand.

"F-fuuuuck"

I did that for a bit then I pushed her boxers down revealing her exposed pussy. She was so wet holy fuck. I took off my own bottoms and climbed over her to straddle her lap.

"You wanna ride my cunt baby?"

I grinded down. Our juices mixed and slid with each other.

"P-pleaseee yes-"

"God you feel fucking amazing"

She reached under my thigh and slid her fingers inside my cunt effortlessly. Her thumb went between our pussies and rubbed my clit with good preasure. I pushed myself further into her, nothing mattered right now besides giving my crush a good fuck I hope. I moaned so loud I had to cover my own mouth. Jen reached up to remove my hand. I whined on accident.

“You don’t need to do that baby. We’re far away from anyone really.”

You smirked and then got off of her. Her fingers pulling out.

"What are you doing?"

You pulled her by the thighs towards you at the end of the chair, getting ready to suck her clit and cum up.

"Oh you don't need to do that-"

"No but I do. I want you. I've been dreaming about this for so long."

"Oh fuuuuuccck"

You looked at her body before you dove it. Her sexy fucking v-line going all the way down to her cunt. Her delicious meat and nectar. You reached up to cup her breasts. Her nipples are erect . So hard and her breasts felt so good in your hands. Jen let out a noise when you pinched her nip. Then running your hands all up and down her body. How fit she was. Her toned thighs just below you. Abs glowing in the sun. Yeah, you wanted this.

You stuck out your tongue and licked a stride up. Then down. Then continued to her quivering hole. Clenching around your tongue Jen gripped the back of your head without hesitation. Pushing you in further. Wrapping your lips around her clit you began to suck. She instantly threw her head back at that. You looked up. Seeing her in such a perfect mess. Her mouth making an "o".

"God please, keep going. Make me cum baby."

So you did. Sliding two fingers inside her. Her guts getting rearranged. You kept sucking and flicking and fucking her beautiful cunt. Her looking down at you felt so good to yourself. Jen was in full ecstasy. Bathing in the sun. Getting a hell of some head from her horny neighbor. This was amazing. The pool looking good, light hitting the water so it gleamed on the both of you.

"I saw you fucking yourself and I wanted nothing more to be your fingers."

"You horny slut. Now you're getting it. Are you happy here? F-fuck I'm going to-"

Rethinking your position you nodded. Tongue moving with your mouth. Jennifer practically screamed. Shooting a liquid out of her into your mouth. You moaned and suck it all up. Looking back up at Jen she smiled.

"You gonna swallow for me darling?"

You swallowed. The lump in your throat loving it. Jen petted your head. Sweat on her face. Her afterglow looked incredible. You got up and wiped the cum off your face. Licking the rest to your mouth. Jen keep looking at you. Amazed.

"You're so beautiful. I don't suppose you want to be my girlfriend don't you?"

There was no answer other than yes.

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