They Got To Be Actual Teenagers :)

I got approved to get two kittens, Im currently sobbing. They're a bonded pair and adorable, when I get them stg half of my posts are gonna be them<3.

I’m baaaack

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃

stu macher x fem!reader

warnings: reader is kinda in subspace, mentions of pain, kissing, crying, p n v, soft-dom stu, squirting, belly bulge

author note: why tf did i have so much trouble with the warnings-

You whimpered slightly as Stu situated you on his lap. His cock brushed against your swollen clit, making you cry out.

You were overly sensitive. Stu edged you and overstimulated you for what seemed like hours. Tears fell down your cheeks as he lightly pushed you down on his cock.

“Stop crying and be a good girl for me” He kissed your tears and hugged you, while still pushing you down on his cock.

“Feels t’good” Your words slurred as you finally sunk down on him. Your walls clamped tightly onto his cock.

He let out a groan, “Fuck” his hands massaged your ass before slapping it. Your mind was clouded and you soon lost track off what was happening.

You lost strength in your legs and rested your head in the crook of Stu’s neck.

He waited a couple seconds before thrusting up into you sharply.

“Oh” you cried out, lifting your head up, suddenly wide awake.

He gave you no time to adjust and thrusted up hard into you, going at a fast pace.

“Fuck me, shit” he dragged out and moaned, looking up at you. Your moans got louder and louder.

If anyone was to walk by and hear, they’d think you were getting murdered.

He squished your cheeks, taking you in a deep kiss to silence your moans.

You moaned into his mouth, letting him take full control of your tongue.

He hummed, feeling himself getting closer.

Your stomach tightened and clenched, the pain starting to form.

He was going so hard to the point where it was hurting. Stu broke the kiss and looked down at your stomach.

He placed his hand on the bulge that formed in your stomach. “You feel me here princess, i’m right here” He rubbed your stomach and looked up at you.

“Fuuck i’m gonna-“ you were cut off with a moan when you reached your climax.

You felt the liquid gush against yours and Stu’s legs. You felt his cum release into you and he groaned deeply into your ear.

“I’m still not done with you”

Fr tho, the movie is named after the boys but it seems like they had barely any screen time

tlb be like.. they really found a squad of most atrractive people and used them for .00009% of screentime, what a shame

Paul: If Marko and I were both drowning, who would you save?

Dwayne: I don't know, both of you?

Paul: No, you can only save one of us

Dwayne: Well, I'd probably save Marko because he can't swim that well and I happen to know you're an excellent swimmer

Paul: Suppose I was holding an anchor? Who would you save then?

Dwayne: Well, why don't you let go of the anchor?

Paul: it's a family heirloom from Max.

Dwayne: I'm leaving.

By the grace of Robin Buckley, Steve gets into college.

She's his first real friend and it's because he knows her, loves her, learned to be a better person from her, that he's able to smile politely and take the hand of his new roommate. His long-haired, tattooed, dressed in all black roommate, who has already put up dark and menacing posters of bands Steve has never heard of and a bedsheet banner with the words "Corroded Coffin" painted on the fabric.

"Eddie Munson," his roommate says.

"Steve Harrington."

"Good to meet you, roomie." Eddie smiles so big it makes dimples pop. It's a good look. "Parents on the way with the rest of your stuff?"

"Oh, er--just me, actually."

Eddie's smile doesn't waiver. "Need some help?"

Normally, Steve would say no, but he just spent the last hour unloading Robin's stuff. "That would be great, thanks."

So, they work together to get Steve moved in, and as they work, he learns more about his roommate. He is a weirdo, an oddball, fundamentally strange, but Steve can't help but be charmed.

Eddie puts on music, something aggressive with loud guitars and drums, and Steve unpacks. He pulls out a picture of himself with the kids during one of their game nights, displaying it carefully on his desk.

"Wait," his new roommate says. "You? And the dnd children?"

Steve laughs. "They're the kids I babysit. You play that nerd game?"

Eddie's nose wrinkles. Something in the back of Steve's mind notes that it's cute. "Nerd game? Dnd is So. Much. More. It's--it's storytelling and strategy and--" Eddie stops, blinking at Steve. "You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

"Little bit," Steve smiles.

"I can't believe you know dnd. That you babysit nerds. You look like such a jock," Eddie shakes his head in disbelief.

"I am a jock," Steve agrees. "And I love those dorky little shitheads. I tolerate the game."

"Steve Harrington. You're just full of surprises, aren't you?"

"Guess so." The smiles they share are wide and sweet, bringing out Eddie's dimples in way that makes Steve long to touch.

After that, they're inseparable. Robin and Eddie and Steve. They study, eat, go to parties, hangout; anything, as long as they're together.

---

Three weeks into the semester, as Steve gets dressed after swim practice, he pulls a shirt out of his bag that doesn't belong to him. It's a black tee, Metallica logo front and center. He chuckles, puts it on. It's soft from wear and smells of laundry detergent and Eddie--cigarettes and leather and some kind of sweet musk. The scent puts him at immediate ease.

He meets Robin and Eddie for lunch. They were early, already have their food and seats, so he walks over to drop off his backpack. Eddie gives him a bright, dimpled smile, but within seconds his mouth is falling open a little, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

"You alright, man?" Steve asks.

Eddie startles, grabs his cup, jamming the straw into his mouth to chew at the plastic."You're--my shirt?" he says.

"Oh, shit. Sorry. Grabbed it by accident. I'll wash it for you."

His roommate flushes pink. "N--no, you don't have to worry about it."

He wants to question Eddie further--he's being so weird--but Robin interrupts. "Dingus! Go get food. Hurry up!"

He does as he's told, but when he comes back, Eddie is even redder than before, and Robin has a wide smirk across her face.

"What is going on with you two?" He asks as he puts his tray down.

Neither of them answer, andEddie launches into a passionate re-telling of some music student drama, so Steve let's himself be distracted.

---

It's mid-October and Steve's coming home from the gym, the one place that Robin and Eddie refuse to accompany him. As he nears his room, he hears music. It's not heavy metal, but something soft and slow and acoustic.

He tries to be quiet as he unlocks the door and enters, doesn't want to disturb Eddie, doesn't want him to stop playing. He never practices when Steve is home, says he doesn't want to be a bother with the noise.

Eddie's sitting on his bed, guitar in hand. There's a battered notebook open next to him, a pencil held between his teeth. He hums a bit, pauses to jot something down, and goes back to playing.

He looks beautiful, Steve thinks, bent over his guitar.

Steve is just about to announce himself when Eddie stops playing again. He writes something in the notebook before resting his head in his head. "Pathetic, Munson. Get it together," he mutters.

"Hi!" Steve says. It startles Eddie, who jumps and almost drops the guitar.

"Stevie!" Eddie stumbles to his feet. "I--uh--you're home!" His face is crimson.

"You're really good, man," Steve says. "I'd love to hear more sometime."

"Uh-huh, uh-huh," Eddie nods his head, grabbing for the notebook and slamming it closed. "Sure thing." He stuffs his feet into his Reeboks. "I gotta--I gotta go. Back soon."

Eddie stumbles out their door, notebook clenched firmly in hand.

He is so weird.

---

In mid-November, Robin gets invited to a party by a cute girl. They all go.

Steve isn't trying to hook up. He hasn't slept with anyone since they started school, too caught up with Robin and Eddie. But there's a girl, wavy brown curls and wide green eyes (he has the fleeting thought that they should be deep brown, that it's wrong that they aren't), and she's smiling at him.

Flirting with her is easy.

He doesn't know what breaks his concentration, but he turns to face the rest of the room, eyes falling on Eddie. Eddie who is watching him, his deep brown eyes swimming with hurt, with anger.

It sends a shock of pure panic up his spine. "Eddie!"

Eddie turns on his heel, disappearing in the crowd. Steve follows, but by the time he navigates through the partygoers, his roommate is nowhere to be found. He hurries back to their dorm, heart pounding in his ears, mouth dry.

It's dark in the room, though, and for a second he thinks Eddie isn't home, after all. But he turns on the light, illuminates the rigid lump under Eddie's quilt.

"Eddie?" Steve says, voice soft.

He doesn't respond, though Steve can tell he's awake. He tries again, but Eddie curls deeper under his covers.

Steve spends the night wondering what he did to hurt Eddie so bad.

---

They're back to normal after Thanksgiving. Steve is so relieved he doesn't even ask.

They stay up all night every night studying for finals. By the time Steve's last test rolls around, he's giddy and frantic. He grabs his textbook, shoves a notebook into his backpack, gets to the English building with just enough time to take a last look at his notes.

Only, he flips the notebook open and it's not his English notes. It's song lyrics.

Steve should close it. Put it back in his backpack. It's private. But he's already reading the lyrics written there. They're sexy. The song's about a guy, one Eddie seems to be totally gone for.

A line catches his eye, "need you on every surface in our room." He reads it again and again until the only thing he can see is the phrase, "our room." His whole body is warm, heat pooling, and he's chubbing up in his jeans in the middle of his English class.

Steve flips the pages, anything to get his mind off of that song, and that's when it hits him like a ton of bricks. All those weird moments--the t-shirt, the song, Steve flirting with a girl-- Eddie likes him.

Steve wants to rush to the dorm, wants to confess everything, even starts to stand, but--he has a final to take.

He makes himself close the notebook, but catches sight of another song as he does. It's a love song. It's plaintive and yearning and wanting. And every lyric is for him, about him, about things they did together. It's also unfinished, breaking off mid-way through the second verse.

He doesn't know how he missed it before, but as the professor hands out the test paper, Eddie is all he can think of.

---

When he finally gets back to the room, he finds Eddie's frantic, hair frizzed around his skull. All his bedding is on the floor, the drawers of his wardrobe pulled open.

"Eddie?" Steve asks.

"Have you seen my notebook?"

"What?" Steve's heart drops.

"The black one? It's kind of beaten up?"

"I--uh, yeah. Sorry, Eds. Accidentally grabbed it on my way to class." He pulls his backpack from his shoulder, unzipping it.

"Did you--did you read it?" Eddie's voice shakes, his face painfully red.

Steve doesn't know what to say, what to do. He wants Eddie. Has for a long time, just hadn't been able to put it together. And he doesn't know how to fix what's spiraling out between them.

"Eddie," he says. Can think of nothing else, hopes his desperation is clear in his voice. "Please." He closes the distance between them, slowly, carefully. Cups Eddie's chin in his hand.

They stare at each other, Eddie's eyes wide with shock. Steve can feel the other man's breath on his face, smell the tobacco and sweet musk scent of him.

"Every surface of our room, huh?" Steve asks.

Eddie's cheeks flush. He turns away, bashful. "Something like that."

"And if I want it too?" Steve whispers.

The words hang between them for several beats, before they both move to close the lingering distance between them. Their mouths slip together, like it's nothing, like they do this all the time. Steve grasps at Eddie's curls, fists a hand into his t-shirt, totally lost to the rhythm of the kiss, the easy slip of Eddie's tongue in his mouth.

Eventually, the come up for air, both pink cheeked and panting.

"You're full of surprises, Steve Harrington." Eddie breathes.

"Just wait," Steve smirks, moves in to nip at Eddie's bottom lip. "We have so many surfaces."

Bout made me cry

WISH YOU WERE SOBER! — ethan landry

— BUT IM OVER THIS ROLLERCOASTER!

PAIRING. ethan landry x fem!reader

SUMMARY. in which yn confesses her love to her longtime best friend during a party, who can only frown as he watches her hiccup through her words.

GENRE. fluff, angst, best friends to lovers

AUTHOR’S NOTE. there WILL be a part 2 so lookout for that soon 🫡 listen to “wish you were sober” by conan gray as you read since it was based off that song!! this was requested, although I decided to change it up by replacing reader as the drunk one instead of ethan. this is a non ghostface au so ethan and everybody else are friends & I CAN SPREAD MY ANIKA ETHAN BFF AGENDA (im madly delusional🙄🙄)

This party's shit, wish we could dip. Go anywhere but here

Ethan frowns at his surroundings. Heavy music that’s loud enough to have the cops called, lights that felt blinding and overwhelming—and not to mention the couples who were making out in every corner.

“You okay there dude?” Chad asks, examining the boy’s face.

“Not really,” he mumbles, but he doesn’t want to ruin the mood, “I see Tara over there.” He points at the staircase.

“We’re talking about you though,” Chad sighs, “if you want to leave, just say the word and we’ll go.”

Bless Chad’s kind heart.

“It’s alright bro,” Ethan gives him a smile to reassure, “you go talk to Tara. I’m fine here in my corner of the couch.”

Chad chuckles, “okay buddy. If you ever need me, just call my name and I’m here!” He then descends to the staircase, already striking up a convo with Tara.

Ethan can only wish he was that social.

“Eeeee,” And here comes you, his best friend, drunk and stumbling over your own foot.

You wrap your arms around his neck, placing your chin onto his shoulders.

“Sorry!” Anika yells through the loud music, “she’s hard to control when drunk.”

“It’s okay Ani,” Ethan smiles, “I’ve got her.”

Anika quickly takes off the bandana around her leg, tying it on Ethan’s arm.

“Love ya Eth! Thank you.” she says, placing a kiss on his cheek before going off to find her girlfriend, Mindy.

“You alright there love?” Ethan asks, rubbing circles into your back. You mumble words that Ethan can’t make out, making him sigh as he switches into a more comfortable position on the couch for the both of you.

Although Ethan’s called you love countless times, you can’t help but blush. You had a huge crush on the curly haired boy, but could never bring yourself to properly confess.

“Want to go to Chad’s car? It’s much less noisy,” Ethan suggests, and you nod slowly.

Kinda hope you're followin' me out. But this is definitely not my crowd.

Taking your hand, Ethan leads you out of the house, making sure he doesn’t bump into drunk frat boys.

Take me where the music ain't too loud. Trade drinks, but you don't even know her

“Want to trade drinks?!” A random girl asks you. Without thinking, you nod, grabbing the small glass and taking it down with one shot.

You shake your head slightly as soon as you step out of the house, trying to relieve yourself from the alcohol.

Ethan opens the passenger door, helping you sit up inside. Then he opens the trunk, revealing a white fluffy blanket. He brings it over, gently placing it on your shivering body.

You looked so pretty, Ethan thought. So so pretty.

“E,” you say quietly as soon as he props himself onto the drivers side. “E.”

“Yes YN?”

You glance up at him with sleepy eyes, the same ones Ethan grown to adore over the months he’s befriended you.

“You’re so pretty,” you say before you can think.

Ethan loses his breath right there and then. “Sorry?” He chokes out.

“You’re so pretty Eth. And you’re so sweet, and caring. You’re such boyfriend material, the way you take care of me and others. I love you Ethan.”

“Do you say this to all the guys you talk to when you’re drunk?” Ethan jokes, but you shake your head quickly, your drunken dazed eyes keeping contact with his.

“No, cause I don’t like any of them the way I like you. I like you Ethan. A lot. I want us to be more than friends,”

Ethan is speechless. Before he can utter another word, you lean forward to kiss him.

Kiss me in the seat of your Rover.

The two of you close your eyes, as if you were both waiting for this moment for the longest time. You were.

Ethan pulls away, his face filled with an emotion you can’t put your finger to.

Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

“Listen YN,” he says, now looking anywhere but you, “this was sweet. It was. But I really wish you were sober.”

You tilt your head confused. You open your mouth to ask, but Ethan quickly interrupts you. “It’s late, I’ll drive you home.”

“Wait E, I—”

“Please YN, just don’t say anything.”

You gulp, following what Ethan says. Why was he acting like this? You just confessed your feelings!

The entire ride back to your shared apartment with Anika was silent, and you can’t help but feel an uneasy feeling settle in your stomach, as well as a brand new set of tears setting in your eyes.

It’s true, I swear!

Okay, so I’m not great at doing these, but I want to start. This is mostly Paul and y/n, but there’s some Dwayne and a little Marko. David is mentioned also, but yeah.

Also, I tried to not put any descriptors referring to the reader besides the pet names.

And if you can let me know what you think, that would be appreciated.

TW: A tiny bit of swearing, but not much else.

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I was just sitting on the railing, mindlessly playing with Dwayne’s hair (who was standing between my legs with his back to me) and talking with Paul, who was also sitting on the railing with me, about how he “met and hung out with” Nikki Sixx from Motley Crüe. “ I don’t believe you, Paul. Sorry. But I just don’t.” I tell him with a laugh. “ITS TRUE!!” He practically yelled. “Why don’t you believe me sugar? I SWEAR I’m telling the truth.” He says with a pout. I just shake my head and laugh. “I don’t believe you because you’re always telling me all these elaborate, fantastical stories that, later on, I find out aren’t even true.” I tell Paul as he continues to give me the biggest pout. “But this time it’s true y/n.” He insists. I give him a huff and and roll my eyes. “Fine. I’ll ask someone more reliable if it’s true. BUT if it’s not, then you owe me the biggest apology for lying.” I tell him. I wrap my arms around Dwayne and lower my head, pecking him on the cheek before resting my cheek against his. “Dwayne. Sweetheart. My most reliable source.” I start, making Dwayne let out a low chuckle. “Did paul really meet and hangout with Nikki Sixx?” I ask him. He turned to face me and smirked. “He did. He’s not lying this time, prince/ess.” Dwayne said, watching a shocked expression grow on my face. I turned to look at Paul and before I could even get a syllable out, I was cut off. “I FUCKING TOLD YOU!!” Paul screamed, pointing at me, causing Marko, Dwayne and even David to laugh. Paul had the biggest Shit eating grin on his face. He crossed his arms and just stared at me, obviously waiting for my apology. “Okay. Sorry I doubted you Paul. Guess you weren’t full of shit this time. ” I said, raising my arms up in surrender. “You should have a little more faith in me babe.” He said all smug. I just snorted and returned my hands to Dwayne’s hair. “Paul, it being true ONE time doesn’t inspire too much faith.” I say playfully. “Yeah, whatever.” He said, waving a dismissive hand at me. “I’m still right though.” He quietly muttered. “Aww. Come here babygirl. I’m sorry.” I say to him as I reach my hand out to him. He looked at my hand and wiggling fingers, then at me. After a minute, he gave in and slid closer to me and I wrapped my arm around him and rested my head against him. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and rested his head on mine. “I have faith in you Pauly.” I tell him, causing him to smile.

“Did I ever tell you about the time I met and trashed a whole hotel with Ozzy Osbourne?” Paul asked. “PAUL YOU LYING SHIT!!” Marko yelled.

For the ghostface one it’s legit just be me simping over everybody in my favorite scary movie(the lost boys 1987) till they come kill me

POV: Slashers with a Gen-Z Victim + their reactions

Slashers x Reader

Horror/Thriller Movies

-Ghostface-

Yn: My favorite scary movie? Oh god bro, I'm super indecisive.

Ghostface: *Wondering how long this will take*

-Hannibal-

Yn: So, like... are you... (does gay hand sign) No? Really?

Hannibal: *Questioning his life*

-The Grabber-

Yn: Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry.

Grabber: *Actually speechless*

-Art The Clown-

Yn: Wow, queen. Slay!

Art: *Shy but strutting his stuff*

-Chucky-

Yn: Oh my, how kinky

Chucky: *Confused but likes it*

-Pinhead-

Yn: Oof...

Pinhead: *Confused*

-Jason Vorhees-

Yn: Aw, you look like a surgery lil muffin top

Jason: *Shy boi*

-Michael Myers-

Yn: It's giving... drama kid vibes.

Michael: *Confused and offended*

-Thomas Hewitt-

Yn: Oh no, I hope I don't fall... into this dick-

Thomas: *Blushing*

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I just did this for a crappy Halloween post!

But anyways thank you for the support and Happy Halloween folks!!! <3