#and she teams up with her friend who is part of the cult she believes killed her mom

[rottengurlz]

I decided to start the alien romance but I’m also going to be starting a dowry of blood by s.t. gibson so I can get the best of both worlds alien freaks and bi vampires <3

[thosewildcharms]

Ugh the comparisons are so annoying. You’ll still find people insisting Shane was just ahead of Rick in terms of adapting to a brutal world. When it’s clear the ZA broke Shane, he never really measured his choices and didn’t wanted to help anyone at all. He was a coward and acted first as a coping mechanism not because he was an efficient leader.

say that anon! it's honestly not only annoying but a little troubling to me when people compare rick to shane or worse, n*gan because what do you mean shane was right and rick needed to be more like him? what do you mean if we watched the show from negan's pov we'd be on his side and see rick as the villain? no the fuck he wasn't and no the fuck i would not!

the show establishes very early that yes, violence is necessary. and since that's the case, to differentiate between the rick/the people we're supposed to love and the actual villains we have to look at their motivation. rick has been incredibly violent, but his motivation is always to protect, not only his immediately family, but anyone who becomes part of his community. the group flocked to rick instead of shane from the very beginning because he cared about everybody's welfare, unlike shane whose motivations were ultimately selfish. i always think about his last scene with rick, how shane says he's better for lori and carl, like he wants to possess what is rick's - hence why he sexually assaults lori in the CDC. he didn't love her, he felt he was owed her. the way shane so quickly and easily abandoned all sense of right and wrong and adjusted to brutality was a red flag, not something to emulate. to reiterate the parallel they drew between shane and beale in the towl finale, shane was willing to sacrifice other people (his own people!) for his own survival. we should see this as a bad thing. by contrast we know, empirically, that rick would sooner sacrifice himself than anyone he considered himself responsible for (see: the bridge). the argument that rick needed to learn to be more like shane just doesn't track for me: we saw in nebraska when he killed those two men in the bar without blinking that he was perfectly capable of doing what needed to be done. we saw it when he was the one to step up and kill sophia when she came out of the barn while shane just looked at his feet. if anything, killing shane taught rick just how far rick was willing to go. as he said in his dream sequence in 9x05, it had to be him. he had to stay alive to keep protecting the people he loved no matter what, even if it meant killing his best friend. that's his motivation.

as for n*egan. well. i can't believe in the year 2024 people are still not understanding that rick fucking grimes would never have subordinates, let alone force them to refer to themselves by using his own name. he'd never kill a child to prove a point and force submission, and would never, ever force women to become his wives and have sex with him whenever he wants via coercion because rick grimes would never sexually assault someone. do you honestly think daryl, glenn, maggie, carol, hershel, anyone in team family would have stayed with rick if he was capable of any of that? do you think michonne would have let him within fifty feet of her, let alone put an entire baby in her if that was the type of person he was? the same michonne who arguably has the best instincts of anyone on the show? who sniffed out the governer's bullshit immediately? no. when shown an alternate reality where she became a savior instead of part of team family, michonne called it hell. she only feels safe when she's with rick.

n*gan's whole thing reeks of egotism and a need for power - seeing his people as cogs in a machine meant to be put to work and terrorized and abused only to be told it's all for their own benefit. the saviors are a cult, whereas rick genuinely sees and treats his people as his family. rick's people not only love him, they're not afraid of him. they know that when he does go too far they are safe to tell him so, and that he will listen (even if it takes him a minute). rick admits he deserved it when michonne knocked him out at alexandria, and being a farmer at the prison was basically the apocalyptic equivalent of wearing the grippy socks and he did it without complaint. he lets himself be guided. as hershel said, he gets to come back, and he always does, because for rick ego and power have nothing to do with why he does the things he does. he doesn't enjoy it - it traumatizes him and he has to recover from it. this is not a person on a power trip who needs to be eliminated, but a person who is respected and as a result cared for because he does what needs to be done - things other people might not be capable of doing - but for the right reasons.

all of this is why the towl finale had to happen that way btw. not just because it was set up from the very first episode from a writing/narrative standpoint (and i'll let the much more qualified @starfruit-green speak on the socio-political aspects) but because there's no way rick and michonne grimes would ever hear the words coming out of beale's mouth and not immediately lunge. that finale painstakingly spelled out, slowly while using small words so people could understand, that rick and michonne's sword, their violence, is the necessary kind that protects, that eliminates the real threat. beale, shane, n*gan? they are the threat.

anyway. thank you to @starfruit-green and @redding for the encouragement <3

[florestmoon]

Eventually. (Eddie Munson X Reader)

Summary: A new girl in Hawkins, she surely wouldn’t hang with the freaks. Right? Eddie realizes he judged a bit too quickly.

Warnings: implied chubby/plus size!reader because it’s what we need! Also I don’t know ANYTHING about dnd😭 I looked up a quick video about someone making a notebook ok ok. Don’t fight me pls

Authors notes: I told myself I wouldn’t write for ST but here we are.. I love this trope ok. I might make this a multiple part where Eddie keeps doubting the reader and slow burn with angst. Also, if I were to continue to write for this cute metal head; it would only be angst and fluff. No smut tho (: so if you request, remember that pls. Ok enjoy

Starting senior year in a new school and new town wasn’t on your checklist on how to spend the rest of 1985, yet here you were on a Tuesday afternoon at Hawkins High.

The school year had already started for two weeks now, but with your parents lack of planning things ahead and all your packed belongs being delayed, you had barely gotten your schedule the Monday morning before.

So standing in the front of the door that lead to the cafeteria, everyone already packed in groups spread out among the tables that littered the huge room, you found yourself internally groaning at your late start. You knew that the chance of there being cliques was possible, given how big the high school was, but you had hoped there would at least be one or two empty tables when you got there.

Every table was taken, given a few empty seats that was clearly for someone’s else friend.

Nerves wracked through you but you kept your chin high, slightly tugging on your oversized sweater’s sleeve before making your way towards the lunch line. There was a few stares, and whispers much to your dismay. The line ended with a pair of cheerleaders, who were giggling amongst themselves. You took note of their uniform. You always were interested in dancing, having tried out for the cheerleading team at your old school but never made it in. A few comments about your figure may have had a say in that.

Maybe this year would be different.

Before you could get the courage to speak up and ask them about any tryouts this year, their voices turned sharp as their eyes were directed across the room.

“Poor freshman. Cant believe they were convinced by that freak to join their weird cult.” The brunette scoffed, crossing her arms as she looked away while the redhead continued to stare in amusement.

“I guess nerds really do find each other. What was the game they play again?” She asks uninterested before answering herself. “D and..P? Death and something?”

Dungeons and Dragons. You found yourself thinking quickly,your head turning towards the direction of their topic. Eyes catching onto the table that had a long curly haired male, leather jacket and vest being the first thing you latched onto, who was standing at the far end of the table. Arms leaning against the table as he shook his head dramatically, seemingly to give an exaggerated speech to the rest of the teens that sat staring up at him in awe.

They burst into laughter after he made a gesture with his hand, a large smile spreading across his face as he fanned out his hair. He seemed content with their response as he plopped down on his seat then, eyes looking up in time to catch you staring. You looked away quickly, stumbling when someone had complained for you to move. The slip up had caught the two girls attention, their eyes turning toward you.

The once judge mental eyes quickly turned into soft ones as they regarded you. The red head speaking up first. “Hey, you’re the new girl right?”

You nod as you look between them both. “Yeah, uh. I’m y/n.”

“Cool. I’m Jessica and that’s Bri.” The brunette, Jessica, quips happily as they continue to move up the line. “I love your hair!”

“Yeah you’re really pretty.” Bri comments, throwing you a sweet smile as her and Jessica exchange glances that you brushed off. You were about to respond before she cut you off, “you know we’re looking for some new cheerleaders and you should totally try out.”

It seems like things were working in your favor after all, maybe this year wouldn't be so bad. You nod which they respond with excited claps. “Great! They’ll be announcing tryouts soon, so pay attention to the announcements.”

They quickly grab their trays before moving together towards a tables, giggling about whatever was said to each other. You watch them before grabbing your tray. Your mind going back to the table across the room.

Right. Dungeons and Dragons.

You always were interested in DnD, well interested was an understatement. You were obsessed. It was a little secret you kept to yourself at your old high school after your cousins had casually mentioned it in the end of your middle school days. Finding yourself head in between many pages of books that gave you information on the game, jotting down notes in a notebook as you allowed yourself to dwell in this fantasy world.

Your cousins had allowed you to participate in a few campaigns until they grew out of it, teasing you when you tried to mention it again. Since then, you couldn't find anyone else that appreciated the game. So you were left with drawing and creating characters in your spare time, along with reading articles on the game.

Your old school didn't have a club so the idea of there being one in Hawkins, it gave you courage to grab your tray of lunch food and make a beeline towards the table. Fingers tapping under the plastic plate as you approached the group of teenage boys, their eyes falling onto you when you stopped right next to Eddie.

“Hi.” You said softly, throwing him a nervous smile. Eddie blinked at you in surprise before raising an eyebrow.

“Uh..hi?”

You ignored the suspicion in his voice, placing your tray on the table and settling yourself in the seat. Gareth, who was next to you, gawked at you as you glanced over the multiple faces at the table. “I heard that this is a club..for dnd?”

“You mean you overheard everyone calling us freaks and nerds that play a stupid fantasy game, right?” Eddie voice turned sharp, his fingers tapping onto the table to emphasize his words. You felt taken aback by his tone, but decided to be honest.

“Well yeah.” You state, before grinning. “but I, myself, like that stupid fantasy game. So I was hoping that I could join.”

A silence fell over the table. A twinge of annoyance had your eyebrow twitching but you pushed it down.

“You..like dnd? Dungeons and Dragons, right?” Mike finally spoke up, him and the two others beside him staring at you as though you grew another head. You sighed as you moved a strand of hair away from your face before grabbing your fork and stabbing into your food.

“Yes. Dungeons and Dragons. Or did I guess wrong? Is this something else ?” You playfully narrow your eyes at them.

“No!” Dustin yells. “No. I mean yeah! Yeah it means dungeons and dragons. “

“Okaaay.” You giggle. “Then yes I like dnd.” They continue to stare at you. “Why is that so weird?”

“I don’t know, because you’re pretty and a girl.”

Eddie made a strangled noise at Lucas nonchalant answer but you only laughed it off. Shaking your head as you looked at him, “well thanks. But yes, a girl can like a fantasy game too.”

Your amusement was cut short by Eddie’s sharp voice once again. “Yeah I don’t buy it.”

Eddie had leaned back, crossing his arm across his chest and was narrowing his eyes at you. The look was intimidating to say the least. It had you dropping your fork in order to cross your arms in response. “What is there to buy?”

“Well let’s see. A new girl, a pretty one as Lucas states,” you blush slightly at his comment, “decides to come sit with the freaks on her first day. Doesn’t that seem a bit like..” Eddie taps a finger on his chin as he looked up at the ceiling in thought. Pretending to think for a few seconds, “A set up?”

“A set up?” You scoff in disbelief.

“Yeah. It’s easy.” He leans forward and makes eye contact with you. “Let me explain better. I’m sure those cheerleaders you were talking to in line had told you, in order to be accepted in their little cute popular clique, you had to come here and make a fool of us. Huh?”

“What?? No, they were asking me simple questions.”

“Yeah right.” Gareth scoffed, his posture relaxing while he shook his head and went back to eating the mashed potatoes in his plate. Uninterested in whatever you had to say now that Eddie pointed it out.

You felt your whole body tingle in embarrassment before looking at Eddie again, who seemed a bit disappointed in whatever realization he made in his head.

“We may be freaks, devil worshippers, or whatever creative name they come up with. But we aren’t stupid, sweetheart. So tag along with your new friends and find another way to be accepted.” He gave you a tense smile before turning his attention back to the tater tots on his own tray.

The looks the others gave you reminded you of those times your cousins has disregarded you. The times your friends had gave you judge mental glances whenever you mentioned your small hobby. The fact that it was happening all over again, with people you hoped would be different with you, caused for your cheeks to warm in humiliation. You scoff before grabbing your tray and stood up quickly, nearly tripping as you made way towards the exit. Throwing your food in a near by trash can before pushing yourself through the doors to the hallway.

Eddie secretly watched you the whole time, expecting you to go straight towards the cheerleaders. Their disappointment at your failure being a sight to bask in, only to be surprised at your exit of the cafeteria in a hurry.

“I don't know, she seemed pretty interested.” Dustin lowly whispered at Lucas and Mike, clearly meant for only their ears but Eddie heard it. This received a humorless laugh from him as he shook his head.

“No way, Henderson.” He glanced at the doors again, “No way.”

—

A small pink notebook was slammed onto the table, nearly topping over the orange juice box Eddie was working so hard to getting open. He frowned as he looked up, coming face to face with you. A small smirk playing on your lips as you sat down on the seat next to him, the same one you occupied the day before. The seat he definitely didn’t stare at for the rest of the lunch period by the way.

“And this is..?” He grabs the notebook in question, turning it over before glancing at you through his curls that fanned over his forehead. Eddie couldn't deny at the small excitement of you being here again. It was all he thought about when he overheard a jock complaining about you heading towards their table instead of the basketball teams.

Still, he was wary. He couldn’t allow for the guilt of his actions before to override his judgement. Not yet.

“It’s my DnD notebook.” You grab his forgotten juice box, carefully pushing the top open. “I’ve worked on my characters for most of high school and random campaign ideas. It’s a bit messy but it’s all I got. But it should be enough,”

You push the juice box towards him and smile. “-to convince you i’m not lying and I’m definitely not setting you guys up. Or whatever weird accusation you made. Which I forgive you by the way.”

Eddie watched you closely, mouth slightly open in shock before he quickly shut it and stared down at the notebook in his hands. He opened a few pages in to be met with a few drawings and some stats on different characters.

You shrugged off your backpack and placed it beside you on the bench, unaware to the inner turmoil that was growing inside Eddie.

Yes it was messy, but there was so much attention put to the character you created, he couldn't help but feel astonished and stupid for the way he acted the day before.

It was cute the way you added small notes to the side and the amount of erased markings that littered the pages. He couldn't deny that he was a bit intrigued by some ideas you had written in the other pages he briefly looked over. You were opening your own juice box when he set down your notebook.

“Consider me..surprised. And ashamed.” He cleared his throat as he laid his chin on top of his knuckles. Rings digging into skin as he grimaced. “For how I acted.”

“Like I said, all forgiven.” You take a sip from your juice as you look up at him. “Yeah I was mad at first. But after hearing a few..really gross comments from others in my classes. I guess I understood your reaction.”

“Yeah well, we aren’t exactly well liked. So I-“ he backtracks, “we couldn't believe someone like you-”

“Pretty and a girl?”

He coughs into his fingers, covering half his face with his hand before looking at you through his fingers. Your smile meeting his gaze. Tease.

“Exactly.” He clears his throat as he pulls his hand away, crossing them on top of the table as he leans into your space. “So. I apologize. For being such a dickhead, sweetheart.”

You nod your head, accepting the apology.

“Does that mean my amazing drawing skills is enough for me to be in the club?” You bit your lip, nerves starting to creep up again. You felt hopeful but couldn't help but be afraid that there would be another reason to be rejected again.

“well, maybe not the drawings..”That earns a gasp from you, he laughs and throws his head back before looking down at the notebook. “But yes. You are now one of the freaks of Hawkins.” He shakes his head with that smile you were beginning to like more. Where his dimples popped out.

“Great!” You stand straight in your seat in excitement as you tuck your hair behind your ear. “I’m y/n. By the way.”

He wanted to say I know. He had asked a few others your names after your first encounter but instead said, “I’m Eddie.”

You both stare at each other for a few moments before the small chatter of the freshman interrupt the relaxed moment. Dustin slamming his tray onto the table as he stares at you.

“Holy shit, you’re back!” He yells, a few annoyed glances from other tables not stopping his loud voice. “Does that mean we were right? That Eddie was a complete asshole for no reason?”

You grab the notebook and begin to stuff it into your backpack as you chuckle, unaware of the way Eddie was staring at you. “Yup. But don’t worry, he’s getting me one of those cool shirts you have as a proper apology.”

You glance at Eddie, taking him out of his daze and throwing him another sweet smile. “I’m a large by the way.”

Eddie smirks and touches his finger to his forehead before saluting them at you. “Got you, princess.”

[quickiesgirl]

Thank you for the request, @kellysimagines. I hope you like it. I didn't realize until the last minute that you requested smut so hopefully, you don’t mind that I just implied it.

Cold as Ice - Eddie Munson

Paring: Eddie Munson x Cheerleader Fem!Reader

Warnings: Implied Sexual Content, Insecure Eddie Munson, Soulmates, Secret Relationship, Break Up/Make Up, Bullying, Swearing.

Eddie Munson was the local drug dealer and “freak” of Hawkins, but you never saw him that way. He was your nerdy boyfriend, and the most kind-hearted, lover boy you've ever met. 

You and the metalhead had been dating for a few months and kept your relationship a secret since there was a risk of the whole cheer team turning against you for dating him. You already had enough problems with some of the girls. 

 Even your best friend, Chrissy Cunningham, didn’t know. She thought you were good friends with him because of the two freshmen, Dustin and Mike, who you’ve “babysat” previous times with Steve Harrington. 

The only people who knew about your relationship were the members of the Hellfire Club since it was pretty hard for Eddie to keep his love life private when they were always around. But you both knew they wouldn’t go out and spread rumors. 

You were Eddie’s sweetheart, and he was completely head over heels for you. He couldn’t believe that he was dating the most popular, cutest cheerleader around, whom he’d had the biggest crush on since middle school. 

He was always there for you. No matter what he had going on, he was cheering you on at every basketball game and pep rally you had while you were doing the same, every Tuesday night at the hideout.

Your relationship was perfect, but this was the day that everything would suddenly change from the acts of one person, Amanda Carver, the brunette cheerleader who was the little sister of Jason Carver, the star basketball player of Hawkin’s High. 

The girl hated you ever since you met and was constantly talking behind your back to her friends. You ignored her, knowing it drove her crazy. But you should have expected this day would come when she’d do something so mean only to see a reaction out of you. 

She planned to break you and Eddie up after one of her girlfriends saw the two of you kissing by the old picnic table out behind the school. 

“Well, well, well, look what we have here, the cult of Hellfreaks…” The blond-haired boy said as Amanda and some of the cheerleaders and basketball players walked over to the Hellfire table to taunt the boys. 

Gareth, Jeff, Grant, and Eddie all looked up at the group and glared with annoyance. Mike didn’t want to get involved since his lifelong friend Lucas was a part of the Hawkins Tigers, so he continued to keep his head down and pick at his food. 

 “Oh, look, here comes the biggest douchebag the school has seen,” Gareth came back, earning a chuckle from the rest of the table. 

“Prick,” He hissed, watching Gareth gasp in amusement and jokingly hold his hand over his heart. 

“Don’t you have something better to do?” Eddie asked, noticing a cheerleader with the name Amanda outlined on her hoodie, similar to yours, walking over.  

She placed her palm on the cafeteria table and leaned down to Eddie's height. The sound of her gum smacked between her teeth as she gave a wicked smile, all the other cheerleaders huddled around her like little minions. 

“We know about your little secret relationship with Y/n.” 

“How do you know about that?” Eddie questioned, squinting his eyes as he stared back at her.

Her boisterous laugh rang through the cafeteria as she glanced back at her friends who joined in, “What she didn’t tell you?” 

“Tell me what?” 

“That we dared her to date the freak.” Amanda said bluntly, catching everyone off guard as Eddie’s brown eyes widened in confusion, “You didn’t think she actually liked you, did you?” 

Those words left Eddie speechless, questioning himself, hook, line, and sinker, just as she’d planned. 

Mike watched from the end of the table at the cheerleaders. He didn’t believe it and could never imagine someone as caring and good-hearted as you doing something like that. 

“Oops! Was I not supposed to tell you that? Sorry.” Amanda grinned and stepped back to her boyfriend, where he dominantly slung his arm over her shoulder.

 Eddie was in disbelief as she walked away with her little group of cheerleaders, leaving him with information that left him absolutely heartbroken. He silently stared down at the table as he questioned his whole relationship. He always knew that you were too good for him and knew in the back of his head the pretty, popular girl wouldn’t want a loser freak like him. 

Jeff, Grant, and Gareth all glanced at each other, unknown what to say at that moment because they too were in shock.

Gareth suddenly elbowed Jeff and nodded forward, catching Mike’s attention from across the table. He looked back, watching you walk through the cafeteria in your Hawkin’s cheer uniform and an old jean jacket that covered your upper half. A happy little pep in your step that was about to change as you brought your boyfriend some lunch.  

Once a week, you surprised Eddie with a sandwich specially made for him since he never brought his own food. 

“Hey, boys!” You smiled at the Hellfire members as you walked over. The table was oddly silent as some smiled and others nodded toward you. 

You placed the lunch bag in front of Eddie on the table and greeted him sweetly, “Hey, Ed’s.” 

Mike saw your bright smile fade away as you wondered why Eddie was suddenly giving you the cold shoulder. The cheer squad giggled from a distance while they watched the whole scene unfold. 

 “You okay?” You asked, placing your hand on his shoulder before watching him pull away from your touch. 

“No, I’m not… Just leave me alone.” He told you, making you stop and innocently tilt your head in confusion. “Eddie, why are you being like this?” 

“Because this has been a giant fucking mistake… I can't believe I was stupid enough to think we were a thing.” 

-

Amanda giggled and whispered something into her friend's ear while you walked back to the table with tears filling your e/c eyes. You were weak in the stomach. You’ve truly never felt pain like this as questions flooded your mind. After everything, why did this happen? What did you do to cause this? 

Chrissy, your best friend, was immediately by your side like the sweet girl she was and pulled you into her arms, having no clue what the other members did to you. 

 “Y/n, oh my goddess! Are you okay?” 

 “I- I- I’m fine!” You muttered breathily, holding back tears as she sat you down at the table next to her. 

The brunette in front of you mischievously smirked and teased you by pouting, “Aw, did your little boyfriend dump you?” 

Your breath hitched as you stared at her. You were so sad that you didn't even have the fight in you to stand up for yourself. 

Chrissy looked at the girls, confused, and before she could speak, you ran out of the school's cafeteria and into the hallway, where you passed Dustin Henderson. He was one of your favorite kids, but right now, you were too hurt to stop and talk. 

Dustin was worried after seeing you, so while he was heading to lunch, he intended to ask Eddie what was wrong and see if he knew anything. But, when he sat beside Mike at the table, he instantly noticed Eddie was missing from the table. 

“Hey, did you guys see, Y/n? She seemed upset.” He asked the group, watching them all give each other looks that made him feel left out. 

Jeff checked his surroundings, making sure Eddie wasn’t back before leaning in close and revealing to Dustin how you and him just split up. 

 His eyes widened, seeking more answers to what he had just said. “What? Why would they do that?” 

“Because those girls over there told Eddie that Y/n was dared to date him.” He pointed over to a table as Dustin twisted his body to look over, seeing the cheerleaders all giggling to themselves about what they had just done. 

He shook his head and glanced over at Mike, “No, that's not Y/n. She wouldn’t do that.”  

“I don't know, maybe it's true, man. I mean why would a popular girl want one of us…” Jeff shrugged his shoulders and took a slip of his Pepsi. 

“Y/n loves Eddie. She wouldn’t just make that up. They had to be lying to him.” He said, defensively taking your side. Dustin knew you were the kindest, sweetest girl in their group, (just not when that came to killing Demogorgons). He knew this was all just a misunderstanding. But, Eddie needed to know that. He also knew that Eddie wasn’t just going to discuss the situation with you after he found out the love of his life had supposedly been lying to him, so that’s where Dustin had to make a plan. 

“I think I'm going to try to find her after school. Maybe I can talk to her to figure out what happened.” 

The whole day, Mike and Dustin kept their eyes out for you, and you were nowhere to be found. 

A part of you wanted someone to comfort you, and the other part wanted to be left alone with your thoughts, so you kept to yourself and moved through the crowds, waiting for this dreadful day to just be over with. 

After school, Dustin still couldn’t find you, so he did the next best thing and went over to your house. Luckily, you lived relatively close to him, so he got a ride from Steve. 

Dustin knocked on the front door and was greeted by your mother, who answered the door. She recognized the young man you used to babysit and let him inside as they both strolled back into the kitchen, chatting as she began chopping onions. 

 “How’s your mother doing, Dustin?” 

“She’s doing wonderful. But, uh. Is Y/n home? I really need to pick up an old textbook of hers.” 

“Yeah, she’s up the stairs to the left.” 

Dustin followed the instructions given and was met with a closed bedroom door. He gently knocked as he slowly opened it, finding you curled on the bed, under your heavy blankets with a box of tissues beside you. 

“Dustin?” You asked, attempting to subtly wipe your tears away, but you couldn’t hide the sadness in your eyes, puffy under bags, and smeared eye shadow. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?” He asked with concern, watching you slowly sit up in bed and pull your knees into your chest, holding them close as you breathily sighed, trying not to burst into tears right and there. “E-Eddie dumped me, and I- I don't know why.” 

Dustin sat down at the end of the bed and explained what was happening. “Some of the cheerleaders told Eddie that they dared you to date him.” 

 Your eyebrows raised, and your eyes widened, realizing actually who it was, “It was Amanda... She was lying to him 'cause she doesn’t like me. That's how she knew about Eddie and me…”

 “I- I need to go over to his place-” You muttered, lifting up before Dustin stopped you, “He’s not going to listen to you right now. But, I promise, if you hang in there, I’ll try to talk to Eddie about the two of you meeting up.”

You nodded thankfully, sniffling as you wiped your nose with the back of your hand and looked over at him, “Why are you helping me, Henderson?” 

“Because I don't want to see you and Eddie unhappy. Plus, you’ve always been there for me, and I wanna be there for you.” 

You slightly smiled at Dustin and thanked him. He was truly your lifesaver.

The night was tough for you, trying to hide your feelings and keeping them all to yourself, but you were thankful for Dustin coming over.

 Eddie stayed up all night and stole the six-pack his uncle bought, drinking out on the living room couch. He missed and resented you at the same time, and after all the shit he’s been through in his 20 years, this was the worst feeling he’s dealt with, maybe it was because he was young, and it was first love, but inside, he felt like he was losing his true love. 

-

The next morning. 

You walked on school grounds, recognizing Eddie Munson’s van as it sped by and parked in the nearest stall. He hopped out of the van and looked as if he hadn’t slept all night.  

His dark brown hair was a tangled mess, and he had puffy bags under his tired brown eyes. You yearned to hold him and kiss that frown away. 

Eddie blew out a breath of smoke as he dropped his cigarette and looked around, recognizing the Hawkins Tigers cheer uniform that was covered by your favorite Dio sweater, from across the road he caught your gaze, one that he missed but knew was a lie. 

“Eddie?” You asked, but as expected he gave you the cold shoulder as he looked down, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and walked away towards the school. 

After seeing him, your day felt like it was dragging, and it was only noon.  

You yearned to crawl into Eddie’s arms and sleep this terrible day away, but you didn't think that was possible anymore, and knowing that made your heart crumble. Every time you looked in his direction, he wouldn't make contact. You knew he wanted you to leave him alone, so that's what you did.

The Hellfire Club could all agree that Eddie was different without you. He wasn’t one to talk about his feelings. He’d rather painfully hold it inside than let it all out. But, they would all tell he was unhappy, just by how quiet he was and how he was throwing more attitude towards his fellow members than normal. Dustin hated seeing you both unhappy, and he wanted to make things right. 

“What’s so important, Henderson?” Eddie sighed, crossing his arms as he leaned back against the wall, staring at the freshmen who suddenly pulled him aside into the hallway. 

  “Eddie, I really think you and Y/n should talk.” 

 “Why would I do that? Is she gonna tell me how much she never liked me?” 

Dustin put his hand on Eddie’s shoulder and shook his head, “No, she wants to explain her side of the story. Please, just let her come over. ” 

“Fine...” Eddie agreed to it, sending a wave of relief to overcome Dustin, but the concern was if he’d listen and believe you. “Tonight, after my band plays, she can come over.” 

-

At lunch, you sat by your best friend and finally explained the situation. Chrissy told you that she was here for you and was planning to have a chat with Jason about his sister’s behavior. 

“Speak of the devil…” Chrissy said, watching Amanda sit directly in front of you, placing her pom-poms on the table. “How are you feeling, Princess?”  

You glared at her and groaned, “Why the hell do you care?” 

“I just wanted to check up on you. I was concerned about you and Eddie since it doesn’t look like he’s talking to you much today.” Amanda taunted with a little pout. 

Instead of showing anger or sadness, you smiled, catching her off guard as you leaned in close and whispered, “It’s really sweet that you're worried about me, but you can go fuck off now.” 

Amanda’s face showed it all as she turned hot red in anger, eyes squinting, and nostrils flared, but she was still lost for words. She sat up from the bench and furiously walked off, making Chrissy mischievously giggle from beside you as you leaned your shoulder into hers.

“Looks like that’s one way to get rid of her.” 

-

You were right on time when you knocked at the front door of the Munson trailer. A place which you’ve spent many nights at but suddenly didn’t feel very welcomed. 

Eddie opened the door and stood in front of you. You suddenly felt tongue-tied as your gaze locked onto his, ones that you missed so much. “Hey…"

 “H-hey, Eddie.”

“Come in.” He let you in and moved into the living room together. Eddie could tell you were nervous by the way you were fidgeting with the long seam of your sweatshirt, so he moved his guitar aside and offered you a seat on the couch, which you took beside him. 

There it was, an awkward silence that you’ve never had around him. But, he was the first to break the ice. “So… Dustin said you had something to talk about?” 

 “Yeah… I-I need to tell you that those girls were lying to you, Ed’s. Amanda just told you that because she wanted to see me hurt.” 

Eddie crossed his arms and looked off into the distance of the dimly lit trailer, “Yeah, right. Why else would you date the freak…” 

“You aren’t a freak, Eddie, and neither are any of the members of Hellfire, no matter who tells you differently, and no one forced me to date you. I’m dating you because you’re the love of my life, Ed’s, and you're the best thing that’s happened to me.” You told him as you spoke from the heart, “I love you, Eddie, more than you’ll ever know.” 

Eddie suddenly raised his hand to your cheek and moved his lips into yours, making your body melt as you ease yourself into the kiss you so desperately craved. But before long, Eddie pulled away and gazed into your eyes sympathetically. 

 “I’m so sorry, Y/n. I don't want to break up with you. I just- I thought it was true because you’re the most perfect girl in the world, and I thought you’d want to be with someone like Steve, who’s more popular, and cooler than me.” 

You placed your hand on the side of his neck and shook your head, “Eddie, you're the sweetest, sexiest, most metal guy I’ve ever met, and I’d never leave you for dingus like Steve Harrington. I’m all yours, Munson. ” 

Eddie blushingly smiled at your words and looked up into your eyes, “Does that mean I can get another kiss, sweetheart?” 

“You can have as much as you want.” You giggled, leaning in and connecting your lips back together. His lips were plump and sweet, and they tasted like alcohol and cigarettes. He was like a drug that you always craved more of. 

He placed a hand in the dip in your waist and moved your body onto his lap as your mouths passionately devoured each other. 

“It was torture not seeing you tonight.” He told you between breaths, making your heart melt. Eddie’s band, Corroded Coffin, played a few songs at their spot, The Hideout. There were a few of the usual drunks, but someone was missing you. Eddie hated looking into the crowd and not seeing your pretty face cheering on him and the boys. 

 He always joked to the guys about how he was taking a fan back to his place, implying you.

“I- love you so much, sweetheart-” He muttered between breaths as his hands snaked down your waist and gripped your ass tightly. “I love you too, Ed’s.” 

Eddie gave your ass cheek a gentle squeeze and lifted you from the couch against him. You smiled against his lips and wrapped your legs around his torso as he carried you to his bedroom, laying you back on the mattress and crawling on top of you. 

 The desire to please filled those brown eyes as he crawled up your body. His large hands traveled up the sides of your thighs and underneath your skirt, sending a shiver down your spine.

 “I wanna show you how much I missed my pretty girl.” 

You lightly gulped and nodded innocently, watching as he slowly lifted your green skirt and sunk his head between your thighs. 

-

You woke up in the morning, completely naked in Eddie’s bed, with Munson’s strong arms pulling you closer to a spoon. His member nestled between your ass cheeks as he held you. A smile spread across your face as memories of the night before flooded your mind. 

You looked over at Eddie, who gave you a sleepy smile as he rubbed his eyes with the side of his fist. “Morning, Sweetheart.” 

“Good morning, Ed’s.” 

You glanced at the clock and back at him, “I should hop in the shower.”  

“Aw, come on, baby. Five more minutes. You're so warm.” Eddie sleepily whined, nuzzling his face against your chest, making you giggle and run your fingers through his hair, “I didn’t get to cuddle you for a whole day!”

“Alright, then, but after, we seriously have to get going.” You muttered as Eddie smiled, watching you happily snuggled into his arms, almost like you wanted him to tell you to stay. 

-

A grin spread across Dustin’s face as he and Gareth watched Eddie helping you out of the passenger side of his van. ‘Your discussion must have worked,’ He thought to himself, watching him sling his arm around your shoulder and holding you close as you walked down the road together. 

“Hey!” Dustin said, giving both of you a toothy smile as he and Gareth joined you, and the four of you walked into the building. 

“Hey, boys.” You said with your usual bright smile and sparkle in your eyes. 

“So, I’m guessing it's good?” Dustin questioned, curiously tilting his head.

“Yeah, man, are you finally thinkin’ straight?” Gareth joked, reaching up and scratching Eddie’s head. 

“Yeah, everything is perfect.” You gazed up at your boyfriend, who smiled back down at you. Gareth looked around at all the eyes on Y/n L/n, the head cheerleader, and Eddie Munson, the leader of the Hellfire Club, who weren’t hiding their relationship anymore. 

[catherinnn]

How do we always end up like this? part 1

Eddie Munson x cheerleader!reader

part two is already up! link in the end.

Y/n is a cheerleader and is dating one of the basketball players in Hawkins High, but everything she built starts to fall apart when she's paired to do a project with the freak Eddie Munson.

warnings: menstions of sex and little bit of smut (not that much though), cursing, cheating, my English.

a/n: I can't stop thinking about Eddie and I can't stop talking about Eddie dating a cheerleader and making everyone mad, so here you have another one of Eddie x cheerleader because there are never too many of these.

“With that freak?!” Jason asked with a horrified look on his face.

Y/n was having lunch with her friends, and her boyfriend Tom. They were all cheerleaders or players in the basketball team.

She started to hang out with all of them when she became a cheerleader, otherwise they wouldn’t even look at her. But it wasn’t all that bad now, Tom was pretty hot and some of the girls were actually really nice, like Chrissy. She was Jason’s girlfriend.

“Yeah, can you believe it?” her boyfriend answered him. They were just talking about a project she had to do for history class, the professor had assigned the partners for said project, and she was paired up with Eddie Munson. That’s why Jason screamed and why her boyfriend was complaining.

“I pity you Y/n, and if he does or says something weird to you, we’ll take care of it” Jason said.

“I’m sure I’ll be just fine, but thanks anyway” she said. She didn’t really believed he was a demoniac freak like her friends did.

After school she went to her house with Eddie, her parents were working late today so she seized the opportunity to start on the project with him. And they were doing a good job, better than she thought they would. He loses interest often but she knew how to bring his attention back to the topic.

“Alright, I think we’re good for today” she said.

“Yes please, I need a break”

“Oh c’mon, I wasn’t that hard on you, was I?”

“If I answer wrongly will you punish me?” he joked.

“Oh shut up” she laughed.

“It wasn’t you, it’s just that I hardly ever study so it’s all too much at once”

“Yeah I forgot you are the bad boy who gets bad grades, I’ll go easy on you next time”

“It’s fine, I came prepared for a difficult afternoon but you’re not that bad Y/n”

“Why?! What do you think I am?” she said surprised.

“Nah, that’s the thing, you’re not like I’d thought you’d be like” he said looking at her like he was studying her.

“How did you think I’d be like?” she asked looking at him like he was.

“Just… mean and bitchy like all of your other friends are” he responded mockingly, not to her, but to the people she hung out with.

“You know… You’re not like I had thought you’d be like either. You’re not like they say you are”

“A leader of a cult and a freak?”

She laughed.

“I just thought you’d be tougher and –I don’t know, not half as funny and cute like you actually are” she said and immediately after she realised what she called him.

Cute?! It really just slipped from her. She wasn’t wrong obviously and she didn’t take it back but she couldn’t be flirting with another boy when she had a boyfriend.

Eddie must have realised she didn’t think that sentence through and instead she just talked, must have been for the look on her face after she said it or the way she blushed and closed her mouth before saying something else. It was very amusing, he thought.

“So you think I’m cute?” he teased “I’d prefer hot or handsome, but if you say so sweetheart, I’ll believe you”

The grin he had on his face at that moment made her very frustrated. That fucking grin.

“Ok back to the project” she sat straight again looking at the book in front of her, looking at anything else but him. “We don’t have much left so I think in two or three days we can finish it”

“Don’t try to change the subject now” he sat closer to her, “and don’t get all shy on me, no need to be”

He was so close to her and she didn’t want to push him away, she looked into eyes and the rest of his face, he really was hot and handsome too. She couldn’t bring herself to move away, to stop staring at him. If anything she wanted him closer, she wanted to touch his hair, his cheeks. She wondered how his lips would feel against hers. And part of her knew she shouldn’t, but the other part won.

She leaned into him quickly and kissed him. His lips felt soft and warm against hers, and she loved it. She put her hands on his long and messy hair, she loved that too. He put his hands on her waist bringing her even closer, and they kept kissing. She had never felt like that when she kissed Tom, or anyone else for that matter. Oh no, Tom.

She broke the kiss suddenly, she thought about what she just did and she thought about Tom, she started to feel very guilty.

Eddie realised this when he opened his eyes again. He knew she had a boyfriend but he also knew Tom was an idiot who didn’t treat her right, so he didn’t feel very guilty, but he did worry about her, how she would react to this.

She stood up and avoided his gaze.

“I –um, we’re finished here… and I have things to do so” she said.

“Y/n—“ he started but she interrupted him.

“Please?” she whispered, not even looking at him, not even saying his name, she couldn’t.

“Yeah, sure” he sighed.

After he left she thought she would feel better but she didn’t, she actually didn’t know how to feel. She had a boyfriend but that kiss –him—it just made her so confused because she didn’t want to stop it, she wanted to kiss him again. But she and Tom were so good together, they just made sense, the cheerleader with the basketball player, just how it should be.

A week had passed after their kiss, Y/n kept ignoring Eddie and she kept dating Tom, she obviously didn’t say anything to him, that would just make him want to beat up Eddie, more than he naturally wanted, but he would have an excuse now.

Eddie on the other hand, kept staring at her during lunch and the classes they had together, only wanting her to look at him for more than just a second. He had a plan though, they had to finish their project at some point, right?

So he came up to her when she was leaving cheerleading practise, it was getting dark outside and he had also just finished playing D&D with the hellfire club.

“My dear dear Y/n, how are you?” he asked.

“Hi Eddie” she sighed and turned to him. It had been a week, she had to talk to him again at some point.

“Oh, how lovely to hear your voice again. It’s getting dark and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to walk back home with all the stranger things that happen here in Hawkins, so I thought that I should be a gentlemen and drive you home, maybe finish our project even”

She thought about it for a minute. It was getting dark and she was tired and sweaty for her practise, and he was right, they still had their project to finish.

“My parents are home today so I don’t think it would be the quietest place to work in” she answered.

“We can go to my place then” he wasn’t going to take a no for an answer.

“I still have to shower—“

“I have a shower” he interrupted her.

“I don’t have clothes at your—“

“I have clothes and I can be a very good friend and give you some”

Friend? right.

“I can’t say no, can I?”

“I’d prefer that you wouldn’t”

“Alright fine” she finally said.

They drove all the way to his trailer and she got into the shower while he started to look for some clean clothes to give her. He found another hellfire shirt, he thought she would look adorable in one and he picked out some sweatpants for her too.

When she came out of the shower she got dressed with the shirt Eddie gave her but she kept her shorts, they weren’t covered with sweat so she went with those.

“I’d give you one of my boxers so you wouldn’t have to wear the same panties but I don’t think you’ll take them” he joked.

“It’s fine, don’t worry” she didn’t want to think about his boxers and how they would look on him and neither did she want him to think about her in her panties. “We still have work to do, so let’s get started”

They were nearly finished with it after a few hours, but they decided to leave it for another day, they were starting to get hungry and very tired.

They ordered some pizza, Y/n actually thought about leaving and going home but she was having fun with Eddie, he made laugh so much and made her forget about her problems, actually he made her forget about everything else, even having a boyfriend.

“I never played your game, I don’t even know how it works” she responded to one of his questions, they were sitting on his couch –almost laying down on it—and eating.

“I could teach you how to play if you teach me how to use your pompoms and do your dances” he teased her.

“Why would you want to use my pompoms?” she laughed.

“It seems kind of fun” he got up and stoop in front, “you could teach me how to do the…” he finished that sentence moving his arms like he was holding the pompoms and moving them like a cheerleader. “And you could also teach me how to do all the jumping and shit”

She couldn’t stop laughing.

“It’s called a routine, not a dance or jumps and shit” she corrected him.

“Yeah that” he was grinning because she was still laughing, and he was right, she did look adorable with his shirt on. He laid on the couch next to her, very close and facing her. She turned to face him too.

“And you would teach me how to play your game?” she asked.

“I’d be honoured but isn’t it a demonic game to you?”

“Says who?” she asks.

“Your boyfriend and his friends” he answers.

“For what it’s worth, I never thought it was” she said starting to play with the shirt he had on, just moving the end around her finger. “Neither did I think you were a freak or that you were in a cult”

“You didn’t?” he asked looking right at her.

“And I also don’t care about what my boyfriend and his friends say”

“Oh really?” he asked leaning his face closer to hers.

How did they always end up like this?

She nodded slowly, looking at him too.

“You look beautiful with my shirt on” he says.

“Kiss me” she breathes.

And he does.

He grabs her face with one hand and the other is on her waist. She moves hers form his chest to his neck.

They kiss passionately, they stop thinking about her boyfriend, or their project, they just think about each other, and how good they feel together.

He moves on top of her and she puts her legs around his waist. They keep kissing with her hands on his hair and his on her waist and hip, stroking her skin.

They let moans and groans out into their kiss. He kisses her neck and she puts her hands under his shirt touching his torso.

They keep kissing, touching and rubbing against each other for a long time until she falls back to reality.

She’s at Eddie Munson’s house with his shirt on and him on top of her kissing and touching her.

And Eddie is not her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is at his house doing whatever. And the worst part is, she couldn’t care less about what he was doing.

“Wait, stop” she says slowly and quietly. But he hears her.

He sits up and looks at her, scared of what’s coming next.

“It’s late I should go back home” she says a little scared he is going to be mad at her.

“Oh, yeah sure” he responds, “but um, are we going to be ok after this?”

“Eddie I—“

“I know you have a boyfriend Y/n, but I don’t think you like him that much, I mean you wouln’t kiss me if you liked him” he interrupts her.

“No, I know—“

“But what worries me the most is if you’re going back to ignoring me for another week until we finish the project and never speak to me again. Because I’ve liked you for so long now, and you’re making me crazy in a good and a bad way, both” he interrupts her again.

“Eddie would you let me talk?” she asks and he nods “I’m not going to ignore you again, I’m sorry I did but it was all too much, I was cheating on my boyfriend, I still am, and I never thought I’d do something like that. But you, you make so crazy too, I can’t think straight when I’m with you and I love that feeling. I love how you make me feel” she confesses, “I just need a little time so I can figure out what to do”

“I understand, but does that mean that we’ll stop whatever it is that we are doing? Because I really don’t think I can now” he says and starts kissing her cheek and down to her neck again.

“I don’t think I can either, and honestly, I don’t think I want to” she tells him “there’re a lot of other things I want to do to you and a lot of other things I want you to do to me”

She smiles and kisses him. He groans into the kiss just thinking about what she said.

“But for now can you take me home before my parents think I went missing?” she asks him.

“What if I just kidnap you?” he says and goes back to kissing her.

“You’d confirm everyone that you are in fact a freak and a psychopath” she joked.

“I don’t care”

“Take me home please?”

“Ok”

[dailysquiddo]

sorry I’ve been gone I’m too busy playing Pokemon. I have a glaceon, a jolteon, and an Eevee :3 (my main team is Clodsire, meowscarada, glaceon, mismagus, daschbun, and an Eevee I’m training)

so! Lifestealers that have an important part in The Squiddo Lore . Wembuu, Spoke, Zam, and of course Ashswag (The Sad Lad)

Wembuu is a sort of assassin for hire type guy. He’ll do basically anything given the right amount of money. He’s the first to meet squiddo, and he hosts the Party with her; he tries to build a nuke later on but it is destroyed before he can use it.

Spoke is the first person to be infected with this specific “strain” of lifesteal. He runs the Resistance against the Abyss Cult. Very protective of the people he trusts. Calls squiddo Orange like everyone else but hes the first one to call her that (Wembuu just called her That Guy or You until like several weeks later lol)

Zam (or prince Zam as he insists) is a quite delusional man who’s going progressively more and more insane. He runs the Abyss Cult, determined to wipe the whole lifesteal village out and gain control of the void. As time goes on he becomes more unstable, going so far as to pretend to be herobrine to piss off squiddo (Gone Wrong). he is the first and only lifestealer to progress into what squiddo called Late Stage Lifesteal (More lore on that soon)

Ashswag. There’s nothing much to say about him, at least that’s what everyone says. He barely talks, rarely shows up, and looks constantly exhausted. There’s always phantoms nesting around his house but even they seem to pity him. after squiddo left to fight the ender dragon and never returned, ashswag has never been the same. He closed off on himself and will tell anyone who listens that she’s still alive (even if he can’t truly believe his own words)

he only wants one thing: to make peace with his lost best friend. a person with absolutely nothing to lose is a terrifying individual: and Ashswag has already lost everything he cared about. What is there to live for anymore?

but then “Orange” arrives, and suddenly ashswag, spoke, Wembuu, and the rest of the resistance must team up for the first time in years to fight the abyss cult and the threat of truly dying.

[writingintheshadowsforever]

Imagine being Chrissy's sister and trying to stop Jason from hurting Lucas

You just wanted to move on and mourn your sister’s death in peace, but Jason was making that impossible. At first you tried to ignore his behavior writing it off as his way of coping with Chrissy’s death. But you drew the line when he showed up at the town’s meeting. Giving some speech about Eddie and his Hellfire club being some satanic cult who murdered your sister as part of some ritual. While you and Eddie were by no means best friends or anything. You knew him better than your sister did, and knew that deep down inside. Eddie Munson was just one big softie with a big heart who loved to play tabletop roleplaying games. He wasn’t capable of murder, and if he did ever kill someone. Chrissy would the last person on his list, but most importantly you had the knowledge that Jason was so desperately seeking. That would explain just exactly why Chrissy had been at Eddie’s trailer in the first place.

Chrissy confided in you about the nightmares, but downplayed just how serious they were. You didn’t tell Jason about them or her choosing to turn to drugs to stop them. Because you figured eventually he would give up his little crusade to bring Eddie to justice, and also you were afraid he would turn his rage on you. After all you were the one who told her Eddie was her safest option to getting the drugs she was looking for. You led her right to him but only because you knew Eddie could be trusted. 

When you confronted Jason about trying to hurt Eddie in the lake that night. He broke down and told exactly what he witnessed that night. What happened to his friend how is body shot up into the air and just floated there. Until his bones started cracking and snapping by the power of some invisible deadly force. He buried his face into your shoulder sobbing. You held him believing this is exactly what he needed to really move on and began the healing process. He had been through too much losing his girlfriend and a good friend in just a few days. Of course he was going a little crazy. 

You thought that night would be the end of it. Not realizing how wrong you were until Eddie called you pleading for you to do something about your sister’s deluded boyfriend. Who confronted Nancy Wheeler in Warzone a shop that held a endless supply of weapons of all kind. If Jason and his team were hanging out there then nothing good could come out of what they were planning next. You wanted nothing more than to just stay out of it, but was terrified that someone else was going to get hurt. 

And when you managed to breakthrough the door to the attic. Your heart stopped as your eyes landed on Jason beating Lucas relentlessly. No matter how hard Lucas hit back Jason wouldn’t stop. The younger boy’s hits were hardly doing any damage the crazed bloodlust look in Jason’s eyes told you everything. You needed to know the boy had finally lost his mind and was trying to kill the members of Hellfire Club. You noticed Max sitting in the middle of the room stuck in some type of trance, but your main focus was stopping Jason. He slammed Lucas into the wall, wrapped both of his hands around his throat, and started squeezing. 

“Jason that's enough” You shouted rushing over to grab his shoulder. It took a while but eventually his brain registered your voice calling out his name. His head turned so he could look you in the eyes over his shoulder. “Get out of here y/n this has nothing to do with you.”

“Like hell it doesn't you’re trying to kill him in my sister's name. She wouldn’t want you doing this Jason.” You gather up a fistful of his letterman jacket and started tugging on it as hard as you could. “Let him go Jase you’re killing him.” 

Lucas started doing his best to fight back hoping with you intervening. It would give him the chance to break free and gain the upper hand. But none of his attempts were successful Jason was just too strong. 

“How could you say that y/n. They killed Chrissy I trusted this guy Sinclair was probably the one who led her to them.” With those words Jason turned his full attention back on Lucas his grip tightening. “Is that why you really joined the basketball team Sinclair? Because that freak Eddie told you to so he could get to Chrissy.” 

This wasn't good you needed a better plan something to get Jason to focus on you. So you did the one thing that you should’ve done from the start before all this got out of hand. “It wasn’t him Jase it was me dammit I led Chrissy to Eddie.” You confessed tears falling from your eyes as a force slammed into your left cheek so hard. Your body flew to the ground on impact. 

Jason loomed over you waiting for you to recover to look up at him before speaking. “What did you just say?”

Behind him you could see Lucas was hunched over on all fours coughing, and trying to get air back in his lungs. “It was me Jase I- 

“Don’t call me that anymore you’ve lost that privilege.” Jason yelled leaning down his arms reached out. You crawled backwards but stopped when your back hit something. 

“Jason please stop this she was my sister I loved her. I was trying to help her” You pleaded holding your hands up.

“You’re the reason she’s dead, they got in your head and made you do it didn’t they?”

“No one got in my head Chrissy was having trouble with nightmares and thought drugs would help get rid of them” You insisted. 

Jason snapped and was reaching out to grab you when a hand grabbed him by the shoulder, and swung him around. A fist collided with his jaw and sent him stumbling back, but before he could recover his body was pulled back upright. So he could take another punch to the face Lucas kept wailing on him until finally one last haymaker had Jason sprawled out on the floor. You stayed put arms wrapped around knees trying to hold the tears back.

Lucas was bent over his hands on his knees out of breath from the fight. It took him a minute but once he was okay his eyes caught yours. 

“Was it my fault?” You whispered 

“What?” He asked your voice so quiet he didn’t hear the question.

“Is Chrissy dead because of me?” You asked voice loud and clear this time. 

“Y/N no none of this you, or Eddie I promise” Lucas told you stumbling over to sit beside you. 

You let out a small cry leaning back to look at the ceiling as the tears started falling from your eyes like a waterfall.

[westofessos]

Not that anyone asked, but I’ve been unhealthily obsessed with wrestling for a little over a month now (just AEW), and thought I’d share my personal favourites:

Favourite Trio: The Acclaimed and Billy Gunn, and it’s not even close. They’re just such a fun time. I don’t think there’s anything else to say.

Favourite Tag Team: MJF and Adam Cole. I mean, come on. I really didn’t care about MJF in the beginning (though I thought he was very good at what he did. Super talented), and I found Adam Cole kind of boring. But put them together and my god, it’s magic. Few things have made me as happy as the two of them together, and it’s going to shatter my heart when they get broken up. The bottom line, for me: MJF makes Cole fun, and Cole makes MJF a good person. It’s beautiful. I could talk about them all day, my god.

Top 5 Favourites in general:

CM Punk - I know opinions are very mixed on him, but it literally only took one Collision for him to become my favourite. Just so good on the mic, super enjoyable to watch in the ring, and he seems like a genuinely good dude. I just. . . I just love him. Nothing will ever change that. Plus, Cult of Personality is just fucking awesome.

MJF - Now, you have to understand, until these past few weeks this spot was 100% Orange Cassidy’s. But I realized just how happy seeing him every week makes me, and how all I really wait for every week is his next match or promo (with Cole, of course, but I think this will remain the case after they’re broken up). He’s just so entertaining, great in the ring and on the mic, and one of the few that I believe is truly a good actor. Just pure joy, every time I see him.

Orange Cassidy - Now, just because he got bumped down one doesn’t mean I don’t still adore him. I love his whole schtick, I really do. It’s very entertaining, at least to me. I really appreciate anyone who tries to be that different from everybody else. And Jane by Jefferson Starship as his entrance song? Goddamn.

Kris Statlander - The only woman in the top 5, for now. And only because there’s only one fucking women’s match every show, so I haven’t gotten to see them all or really get to know or like any of them. But Statlander. Wow. As with Punk, it only took one look at her to know I adored her. She’s just awesome, what else can I say?

Adam Cole - It took me a bit longer to love him than it did the others, but slowly but surely, over the weeks in his tag team with MJF, I began to just adore him. He’s great.

Ones that aren’t my favourite, but I do really like them:

Chris Jericho - Now, before anyone (rightfully) judges me, I will explain. I know that he’s a shitbag in literally every aspect of his life, but I can’t help but find him so goddamn entertaining. I like his whole thing, I just do. The hair, the jackets, the shoes, the arrogance, it just works. I also think part of it is because I grew up with my dad watching WWE all the time, and Jericho is his favourite wrestler of all time. And Judas is a damn good song, it just is.

Juice Robinson - A fucking nutcase who is entertaining as hell. I love watching him.

Christian Cage - What an asshole. He’s great.

Dustin Rhodes - Maybe just nostalgia from when I used to watch WWE as a kid? Even still.

Sting - Again, maybe just nostalgia, but I don’t care.

Keith Lee - I honestly don’t even have a reason here, other than that he’s just cool.

Komander - Cool as fuck! Super impressive.

Samoa Joe - Honestly, just very cool. He also really makes me laugh.

Willow Nightingale - So cute! I just love her, and was so happy she won the Owen Hart tournament.

Ones I could potentially like but just haven’t seen enough from yet in the time I’ve been watching:

Best Friends - I adore Orange Cassidy and Kris Statlander but I haven’t seen much of Trent and Chuck. I’m sure I’ll love them though.

Danhausen - I haven’t seen him at all yet in any of the shows, but I have seen a bit of him on social media and I’m fully prepared to bump him up into the top 5 once he comes back.

Britt Baker - I’ve seen a few matches but definitely need to see more promos to like her.

Adam Page, Kenny Omega, Jon Moxley - I kind of feel the same about these three, in that I just need to see more before I decide to like them.

* if someone isn’t on any of the lists I either a) forgot about them, b) haven’t heard of them at all yet, c) don’t know enough to categorize them, or d) really, really dislike them (I was going to make this a category but honestly I just want to talk about the ones I like).

Lastly, I am deeply obsessed with this shit now and have no one to talk to about it, so if anyone wants to talk, feel free to send me a message. I have many, many thoughts and nowhere to put them 😂

[stars-in-a-jam-jar]

Thinkin' about how Gamzee Makara is genuinely a Really Tragic Character. Like he spent his entire childhood unsupervised and unattended in the throes of a cult, developing an actual substance abuse problem in an attempt to self medicate because of the constant voices he appeared to be hallucinating. Except He Wasn't Fucking Hallucinating, THOSE VOICES WERE FUCKING REAL they were the Literal Devil and an unholy fusion of what would become of his debilitatingly loyal and subservient friend after Gamzee kills him and some thirteen year old alien But Fucked Up And Dangerously Overclocked By A Supercomputer made as a response to apocalyptic loneliness and said someone else's need to keep occupied and feel on top of things, and Gamzee could only hear them because his soul is irrevocably tied to the cursed artefact they all reside in that brings nothing but misery and paranoia wherever it goes. He developed a very laid back unbothered inscrutable personality in response to all the awful things he didn't want to be aware of and relied heavily on his faith in a pair of Mirthful Messiahs that would give deliverance to all and forever erase any unpleasant stagnancy in favor of a chaotic carnival of wonder.

When Gamzee calms down from his whole murderous rampage/vindictive ruining of the Beta Kids' Session thing, he Can't go back to the way he was. He Can't be the same person he was before. He never speaks the same again, we hardly see him speak again At All. His thirteen-year-old mind breaks under the realization that he is not who he thought he was. He is not the person who extends his own brand of kooky clownish shangri-la to those around him until they see the world as it should be. He is the tool of something malevolent and petulant and calculating and selfish. He decides (correctly if the deterministic Alpha Timeline is to be followed) that this cannot be helped, and simply leans into dissociation.

Like-- Karkat sees this kid when they're still on Alternia and is like 'I can fix him' and he tries so god damned mother fucking hard and fails in part if not only because he simply was not meant to fix Gamzee. Not because Gamzee never wanted to be fixed, but because when Gamzee sobers up and his head becomes clear enough for him to reckon with reality and he understands that: he hasn't been hallucinating the voices, the religious beliefs he has held above all else throughout his broken memory were corrupted half truths at best, and at least two of the trolls on this void forsaken meteor are dirty backbiters and bad friends who he believes don't deserve an ounce of forgiveness, he completely goes off the deep end and starts relying on The Literal Actual Most Evil Person To Ever Exist for judgement. How is Karkat supposed to remedy that when he doesn't understand or won't believe that the voices are realer than he previously believed and He Is Powerless To Dispel Them? When he truly wants all of them to just. Fucking. Be A Team and trust one another and be good to one another, but Gamzee no longer believes that was ever an option? What does one Knight wager against the Devil and The Narrative for someone's soul?

In that space of three years where he's growing into the offputting smelly clown husk of a teen that Jane meets in front of her house just before The Trickster Incident and that everyone in the fandom in my experience collectively frowns and groans audibly at, he tries to become comfortable in this new state. In the dreaded Retcon Spree that removed a huge chunk of the complexity happening in an effort to power through to an ending, it's revealed that he did genuinely develop black affections for Terezi, He Just Also Was Bad For Her and she wasn't what he needed because Nobody could give him what he needed because what he needed was to Not Be Connected To Lord English for one second longer. He brought out self loathing in her and no amount of fucking with her and getting into fights that were supposed to be stimulating and romantic but in reality were just hurtful and toxic could make him feel like he could be any semblance of any normal ever again.

I have thought about Gamzee taking care of Calliope and Caliborn from the shadows for Literal Actual Years at this point. He does it because he has to. Because it is his duty as steward and passive enabler to the evil locked inside Lil Cal. Because he has faith that this little sugar loving skrellington squiggle worm will grow up big and strong and horrifying, and it is imperative that he help that along. We never once hear him say anything about Calliope. It's as though she's not a factor that weighs at all in his mind. As though her existence is incidental to the fruition of his grander purpose in her brother's life. Does he think about her? Does he know that another version of her is what will do in the voices that have tormented him since he could comprehend speech? Does he want good things for her? Does he think Caliborn is good at this point, or does he just think he's Important? Is his perpetually placid vacant stare a mask he uses to become inscrutable, or has he truly locked away his every emotional reaction from even himself never to be found again?

The interaction he has with Kurloz and Meulin between becoming sober and becoming a caretaker where the other two are going all 'Hail Lord English' and doing The Cult Thing and he just looks at them with such deep contempt and says in all lower case 'shut the absolute mother fuck up' is So Fucking Important-- like he does not think this is fun and glorious and enriching anymore. He just knows it to be true and knows he's in this shit whether he wants to be or not. These two Chose this. Kurloz could've Run The Fuck Away from the chucklevoodoo bullshit that deafened his matesprit, and Meulin could've simply Not leaned into this evil toxic nonsense, but they both actively turn to it to cope. They see serving the power of Lord English as their salvation. Gamzee sees his salvation as completing his grim purpose and hopefully finding solace in oblivion, and he Cannot Fucking Stand these two talking like that grim purpose is a blessing that gives his life new dimension instead of a horrifying curse that ruined his health and relationships.

I don't mind the existence of The Retcon, I think a retcon was a perfectly sound writing decision given The Everything, but I really hate that the solution to everyone's problems in The Retcon was just bringing back Vriska so she could be The Most Important Person Ever just like she always wanted with no downsides and no caveats. This is in no small part because the solution she provides to The Gamzee Situation is just to domesticate him essentially. He won't be a problem if we keep him leashed up and under control. After all Gamzee's always been passive and only started being a problem when he started committing murders, so just keep him where we can see him and keep the option of murder off the table and Nothing Bad Will Ever Happen With Him Again~. And he Never Does Anything Else and We Never Hear From Him Again. Or if we do, it certainly wasn't consequential enough for me to remember it. Like, if you're gonna take the Gamzee Piece off the board while still holding the story together, just create a scene where the others banish him to Earth A during the timeframe where he's taking care of the cherubs and then bam! He's no longer a factor in the Alpha Medium while also still being able to do the things that he Must Do in order to retain the most continuity. Like I get that keeping him in the fridge for the rest of canon is a joke about fridging a character, but It's Not A Good Joke.

Gamzee Makara Deserved Better! I'm not even necessarily saying he should've gotten better. He deserved like. A Moment for us to see into his head before/whilst he went Full Catatonic Sycophant, as a token of respect for the Really Fuckin' Tragic arc he underwent. He deserved the ability to speak his mind post-Sober Murder Rampage. He deserved to be given weight beyond 'Anyway, now the murder clown is Also Here, so you know some funky shit is about to go down.' Or at least a proper transition into that 'portent of further chaos' role and not just a weird disconnected moment of Calliope going 'Yeah, bards are real passive and real fucky, y'all are lucky you don't have one in your session.' as a vague hint that Gamzee is doing the shit he does and appearing where he appears for completely inscrutable reasons that you shouldn't be looking into. Gamzee is one of plenty of characters in Homestuck whose arcs and selves kinda got lost in the shuffle, and It Makes Me Sad.

This essay has been brought to you by the emotions that arose in me thinking about how Gamzee Makara could've been a really good kid, and the only person who seems to mourn that loss is Karkat offscreen.

[panda-noosh]

eddie munson x reader

   everyone tells you to stay away from eddie munson. you can be infatuated with anyone besides eddie munson.

   the thing is, those people don’t really understand who they’re talking to.

   to you, eddie munson is more than just a high school friend. you have known eddie from the young age of eight years old, when both of you lived in the same trailer park, struggled for the same things, played the same stupid games with mud and rocks when every other kid was making grand use of their two hundred dollar football nets and matching jerseys.

   you and eddie go way back.

   you moved out of the trailer park after your dad remarried and let you move in with him - a very kind move on his part, but it reaped more negatives than positives. you saw eddie less, and there was a brief period of time where you truly believed the best friendship you ever had was over.

   until you went to high school, and he was there.

   “i just cannot seem to get rid of you,” he said the first time he saw you in his biology class. and then he wrapped his gangly arms over your shoulders and pulled you into a hug that would cement this friendship for a lifetime.

   now, you sit in your english class, waiting patiently for madeline to shut the fuck up. she’s a popular girl, on the cheerleading team - squad, cult, whatever it’s called - and she has this desperate desire to basically dictate anyone and everyone’s life as much as she possibly can. every time you sit across from her, ready to learn, she leans forward and starts spouting shit about how much better your life would be if you just got rid of eddie, kicked him to the curb, you’re a nice person, eddie’s the one holding you back from having an abundance of friends.

    you ignore her.

   “he smells, doesn’t he?” junior, one of the football players, chimes in. your grip tightens on your pen. “he looks like he would fucking reek, man. i’m ninety percent sure he just plays that stupid game rather than showering.”

    “DnD,” you mumble.

   junior looks up. “what?”

   “DnD,” you repeat, firmer this time. “Dungeons and Dragons. that’s the game, and no, he doesn’t play it all the time. sometimes he’s here, listening to your bullshit.”

    junior reels back like you’ve slapped him, a loud laugh slipping past his lips that makes you want to draw back and fell him even more; if eddie was here, he’d put them in their place without the violence, would probably be making some massive scene about the state of the school system and how absurd it is that kids can get away with being so dumb, but eddie isn’t here - he’s probably playing DnD with his other friends.

    and this is where things get bitter.

    just the thought makes you want to retract the comments made in his favour. you love eddie, and part of you knows you always will to some capacity, but the energy you used to share with him has gone, led into oblivion by the hands of his other friends - a group of nice boys who you truly would get along with if you sat and spoke to them, but they make you nervous. they know so much more about eddie’s hobbies than you do, and it’s daunting having to sit amongst them and pretend to know everything they’re saying.

    so you go to english class, even though you lose many braincells doing so.

   thankfully, the bell rings to signal end of the day and you are able to leave. you don’t even wait for the teachers dismissal, because why would you listen to a grown man who’s first name you don’t even know? 

     you ignore the stares and the snickers as you storm down the hallway, ready to head home. you would go to eddie’s house if you knew for certain he would be there, but you don’t.

   you don’t really know anything certain about eddie these days.

   ----

     it’s too early in the morning for someone to be knocking on your door.

   you weren’t asleep, of course. sleep isn’t something you find very easy to obtain these days, but that doesn’t make the sound any less confusing. you’re half tempted to just let the culprit keep knocking, but then your dad or his wife will wake up, and then you’ll have to talk to them, and no.

   so, you pull yourself off the sofa and open the door, maybe a little too wide when dealing with a stranger. 

   but it’s just eddie.

   you narrow your eyes, ready to make a snide remark when you notice how dishevelled he looks, like he’s ran here. he’s barefoot, which makes it even worse considering the rough terrain of the trailer park. his shirt is stained with dirt, like he’s fallen over multiple times. twigs and branches are tangled in his hair. his face is pale, breathing jumpy and wrong.

   you grab his hand and drag him inside.

   “holy shit, eddie,” you hiss. “holy shit.”

   “yeah, holy shit is right,” he replies, slumping on the sofa. you hover, waiting for further explanation, but all you get is a blank look, and then-

   “i’m gonna throw up.”

   and then he throws up. all over the floor.

    you jump back. “eddie!”

   he clutches his stomach and rolls onto the floor, forever the dramatic little bitch. you groan, rush into the kitchen and grab the bin from beside the door. he clutches the edges of it, hanging his head over the side as he struggles mercilessly to catch his breath.

   you kneel beside him. “what the fuck is going on?”

    “i don’t know.”

   “what do-”

   “i don’t know!” he throws his head back, slams his ringed ringers into the side of the bin. “fuck, she’s dead, y/n! chrissy is dead!”

    it takes you a minute to realise who he’s talking about. chrissy.

   “the cheerleader?”

   he nods, pressing his hand to his mouth.

    “chrissy the cheerleader is dead?”

   “yes, dumbass!”

    you pause. “how did that happen?”

    eddie belches in reply, like the answer is too much. you rub his back, still trying to process what he meant by such an odd statement; why was he even with chrissy in the first place?

   “are you high?” you ask.

   eddie shoots you a death glare, and even though that doesn’t necessarily answer your question, you’ve seen eddie high plenty of times before, and this is not one of those times. in fact, you’ve never seen him so sober, so alert.

    you swallow thickly. “so. . . chrissy is dead.”

   “please stop repeating that.”

   “i’m sorry! I don’t know what else to say! what do we do?”

    “they’re gonna think it was me, for fucks sake.”

   you draw back, heart dropping into your stomach. “who? why?”

   “who else, y/n?” he falls against the sofa again, one hand wound in his curls. “everyone! she’s laying dead in my fucking trailer right now, eyes gouged out and everything!”

    “eyes gouged - eddie, what the fuck?”

   “it wasn’t me,” he pants. “y/n, it wasn’t me. i swear to god. i didn’t even touch her! i don’t know what happened!” 

   and that’s when he breaks down into tears.

   eddie has always been an emotional guy, but you haven’t seen him this bad in years. years. you haven’t had to hold him so tight in a very, very long time, but right now, it feels like if you don’t, he’ll genuinely break apart. there will be no putting him back together.

   so you sit next to him and wrap your arms around his shoulders, dragging his head into your neck. eyes gouged out. chrissy is dead. laying dead in my trailer.

   you close your eyes, holding him tighter. you don’t know what to do. you don’t know if you’re comforting a murderer right now. you don’t even know what’s happened - all you’re certain of is eddie munson, your best friend, sobbing uncontrollably after running barefoot to your house in the dead of night. you don’t know how to ignore that. 

----

     eddie doesn’t stick around very long the next morning.

   he wakes you up roughly, shaking your shoulder, kicking your feet as they hang over the side of the sofa. you’re barely awake when he drags you out the front door and into the dim morning, the cold air startling you into reality just long enough to realise what is going on.

   “where are we going?”

   “we need to get out of there before your dad wakes up,” he replies, before shooting you an exasperated look. “have you never been on the run before?”

   you can’t reply, too busy focusing on keeping your footing. eddie clearly has not slept a wink, and honestly, you can’t blame him; it’s a miracle that even you were able to get some sleep, considering last nights events. they come flooding back to you as you follow eddie through rough terrain, frosted grass soaking the underside of your old trainers. you glance over to make sure he’s okay, remembering so clearly the way he sobbed into your shoulder the night before - how can he just get over that so fast? how can he go from one extreme to the other without even batting an eye?

     finally, after what feels like forever, eddie pulls you into a tiny shack hidden beneath a canopy of old trees. he has to kick the door open with more force than you’re comfortable with, but it flies open nonetheless, revealing a single room littered with spider webs. there’s a table in the centre, a blue tarpaulin draped over it; eddie immediately makes a b-line for it, pulls the tarpaulin off the table and drapes it over your shoulders; tiny raindrops slide down the collar of your shirt, making you squeal.

   eddie claps a hand over your mouth. “sh!”

   you shove the tarpaulin to the ground. “what the fuck?”

   “you seemed cold,” he replies, picking it up. “your hand was shivering in mine.”

   and call you crazy, because you really shouldn’t be feeling butterflies in your stomach at such a simple comment, especially when it was made at a time like this. you train your expression into one of frustration, all furrowed brows and a frown to match; eddie simply rolls his eyes and goes back to jerkily inspecting every crevice of the room.

    “where are we anyway?” you ask. “we’re definitely at high risk of early death staying in here.”

    “probably,” eddie replies, throwing an old baseball glove at you. “it’s an a-star place to hide, though.” he leaps onto the table and starts inspecting the roof, tweaking a pair of loose screws. giggling, he looks at you and says, “what does this remind you of?”

   you throw the baseball glove at his crotch. 

   “ay, alright!” he jumps back down and joins you. you wrap your arms around your middle and sigh, watching the fog drift from your lips; it’s freezing. you have half a mind to complain about it, but you don’t think that will get you very far at a time like this. you still have so many questions, so many worries, but you don’t know how to organise them in a way that would make sense. 

   “you still cold?” 

   eddie’s voice is soft now, softer than you’ve ever heard it, certainly softer than it should be at a time like this.

   you shrug. “a little. i’ll warm up.” you push yourself onto the table and swing your legs back and forth. “are you gonna explain to me what happened yet?”

    eddie goes silent, and this time you don’t fill it in with words of pity, or words of comfort. you watch him mess with his bottom lip, the veins popping from his forearm. you watch him pace back and forth before finally deciding to take a seat beside you; his feet don’t swing like yours do. he used to tease you about that, but now he just stares at the ground, nibbling his lower lip.

   “she’s definitely dead,” he says. “and - and whatever happened to her. . .” he inhales, glances at you. “y/n, she didn’t die a peaceful death. she was in pain. mad pain. she was somewhere else entirely.”

    “what does that mean, eddie?”

   silence.

    you grab his arm. “eddie, you have to talk to me. i know how you get - maybe this isn’t as bad as your brain is making you think. maybe i can go back out there and make things right-”

    “there’s nothing to make right, y/n. she’s dead. dead, in my trailer.” he scoffs, shaking back his shaggy hair. “people already see me as a freak. the fact a girl got her eyes blown up at my house probably won’t even surprise them; they’ve been wanting me locked up for years.”

    a sour taste fills your mouth, but only because you know he’s telling the truth. you suppose a part of you always believed eddie was too lost in his own world to understand the cruel things people always said about him, but here you are, listening to him admit that he’s actually listened to every word, and it does effect him, whether he shows it or not.

    you swallow. “so, what? we’re just gonna sit in here for the rest of our lives?”

   he flops onto his back. the table creaks. “i’ll be sitting here for the rest of my life; you, my dear, are free to do whatever you want.”

    “you don’t actually expect me to leave you.”

   he glances at you. you capture the tiniest flicker of his smirk, like he’s impressed by you. “don’t be stupid, l/n. you’ve got a loving family to go home to.”

    you scoff, and flop down next to him. “do i fuck. my dad doesn’t even want me anymore; he thinks i’m holding him back from having a real family with his new wife.”

   “bullshit. that man worships the ground you walk on, and you know it.” eddie shrugs. “can’t say i blame him, either.”

   you roll your eyes, even as the words burn a hole in your chest that makes you feel like you could break down crying at any moment; eddie always jokes like this, little flirtatious jabs that mean nothing to him but everything to you.

   “but i’m being serious, petal,” he continues. “you go. tell everyone i tried to attack you in the woods. get the most out of this whilst you can.”

    “eddie. . .”

    “you’re not gonna go all hero on me, are you?” 

   you frown. he’s right, of course. you have every reason under the sun to just walk right out of this shack and feign ignorance to the rest of the world, to just sit and wait for eddie to get caught and the drama to begin. he’s hardly been the best friend to you these days, and listening to him now makes you realise he might just realise that himself. 

   but doing that doesn’t even feel like an option. leaving him behind like he’s nothing more than some guy you grew up with - it’s a lie. it’s a lie, and you can’t do it.

    “y/n.”

   you glance over to see him staring, waiting for you to respond. “eddie.”

   “i’m serious. go.”

   “if you wanted me to go, you wouldn’t have dragged me here in the first place.”

   eddie scoffs. “you have to be so stubborn, don’t you?”

   “tell me i’m wrong.”

   he shrugs. “i mean, nah. you’re not wrong. i wanted your face to be the last one i see before the cops send me off to the electric chair.”

    “don’t say that. that’s not funny.”

   he laughs anyway, because that’s what eddie munson does in times of crisis. he yells, and he laughs, and he plays along to the nickname of ‘freak’ because it’s so much easier than fighting it. 

   “i’m not going anywhere,” you say after a moment. and then you take a risk, sliding your fingers along the wooden table until you are holding his hand, his rings cold against your palm, his fingers engulfing your own. he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even look your way, but you feel the tenseness in his arm, watch the veins throb in his forearm, like he wants something more but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

    “you know, y/n,” he says, voice hoarse. “i’ve missed you a hell of a lot these past few weeks. a hell of a lot.”

    “have you? why didn’t you invite me to all those hellfire meetings then?” you glance over. “i would have come, eddie. you know that.”

   “i know. i just. . . i don’t know. it’s weird not having you to myself sometimes. i want you to meet my friends, but i also want you to sit with me, on our own. you know?”

   you don’t know, but you let him babble.

   “i should have invited you. it would have been nice,” he continues. “but i like this. just sitting with you. chilling. not a single soul in sight.”

   “being on the run from the cops?”

   “romantic, i’d say.”

   you giggle, even though the mention of romance - once again - makes you feel like there’s a hole being ripped open in your chest. you want to tell him to stop, that you can’t spend what could very well be your last few hours with him, feeling this way. 

    “you’re still my best friend, petal,” he continues, and that’s when you notice he’s rubbing his thumb across your knuckles, a slow and gentle strum that makes your body heat up more than it should. “that’s why i came to you before anyone else.”

    “y-yeah?”

   his head snaps up. “did you just stutter?”

   you look away, cursing under your breath. it’s too late, though - the mistake has been spotted by eddie, and there’s no running from it now. he laughs, loud and oh-so annoying, before grabbing your chin between two fingers and turning your head to look at him.

   you scowl. “i’ll spit in your face.”

   “spit in my mouth, and i won’t complain.”

   “eddie!”

   he laughs again, only this time you can’t help joining in. it reminds you of old times, where you would both say the stupidest shit to each other until tears ran down your cheeks, and people were telling you to shut up. 

   his hand drops from your chin to your collarbone. he can probably hear your heartbeat, a steady thump beneath his fingers, but you’re too lost in the moment to care. you’re also too lost in the moment to notice him leaning forward, not until the room is suddenly blocked out by the curtain of shaggy hair now covering your face. your laughter dies in your throat, replaced by a strangled gasp that makes eddie laugh just that little bit more, but he seems too distracted to laugh like before; it’s a breathless laugh, one that makes you want to do horrible, unspeakable, not-best-friend-like things to him.

    you swallow thickly. he watches your throat bob, his fingers slowly crawling up your collarbone until they rest on the hollow of your throat. 

   “eddie. . .,” you whisper. his eyes slip closed, like his name on your lips is all he needed. “eddie, what are you. . .”

   but he’s already leaning forward, his eyes still closed, but his lips inches from your own. you can feel his breath on your skin. you can feel his fingers trembling on your throat. you can feel everything, and you don’t know what to do with it all. 

   so you reach up and tangle your fingers in his hair. he jumps, eyes snapping open. you give him a tiny, watery smile, too scared to say anything lest he pull away, taking the moment with him.

    “you have very pretty lips,” he whispers.

    you giggle quietly. “do i?”

   “mhm.” he presses on the hollow of your throat - just once - before finally, finally, swooping down and kissing you. whatever hole once opened in your chest disappears immediately, replaced by an explosion you can only describe as euphoric. you groan as if in desperation, which makes eddie laugh against your mouth - because there he goes again, your eddie, forever laughing, even in times like these. 

   his hand travels to your hips, pulling you into him despite the awkward angle. honestly, you’ll take any type of contact right now, as long as it’s eddie pressed against you, as long as it’s his gorgeous hands holding you in place. you trail your fingers through his hair, using the curls to press his lips closer to your own, and the groan he releases into your mouth makes every creaking bone and awkward angle so, so worth it.

    you pull away only when air is getting scarce. the minute your lips are your own again, eddie lets out a howl so loud you wouldn’t think for a minute he was a convict on the run. he flops onto his back, hands behind his head, goofy grin on his face.

    you roll your eyes, still trying to catch your breath. “you really think you’re all that now, huh?”

   “fuck,” he exclaims, placing one hand over his growing crotch. “that was everything i thought it would be, and more! woo!” 

    you laugh. “give it a rest, munson. and keep your voice down.”

   “you can’t tell me to keep my voice down after that.” he shakes his head, still smiling dumbly. “you ever played strip DnD?”

    “no, and i never will.”

   eddie purses his lips, still swollen. “we’ll see about that.”   

[igotanidea]

Counterparts: Morpheus x OC Chapter 5

Summary: Kayleen was born to be the embodiment of Reality. Protector of the Waking World and Keeper of the Order. Naturally, that makes her a counterpart of the Dream of The Endless. Despite their differences in both approach to life and characters they are forced to work together to keep balance between Dreaming and Waking. Thank God, they are both professionals who DO NOT fight or engage emotionally….. Or do they?

World count: 2.669

Prologue

Chapter 1: sometimes reality sucks

Chapter 2 : Welcome back to reality

Chapter 3 : A rough nightmare

Chapter 4: Crumbling

Chapter 5

Falling to pieces.

10 years later.

It’s been a decade since Dream’s disappearance. For the couple of years I tried to find him, to make some contact with him, but all of it was futile. So I stopped trying, my pride screaming at me not to make a fool out of myself. I hate to say I gave up, but I know exactly when someone wants nothing to do with you. It’s like Destruction leaving all over again. And that memory still hurts. Feeling left out, like you mean nothing to the other one.

For the last decade I’ve been jumping back and forth between Dreaming and Waking only trying my best to uplift both of the Realms. After all, I have friends on the other side, and since I have some power in me I could try to help them at least a bit. Besides, Dreaming falling to pieces have more impact on Reality than I would like to admit. It’s exhausting. I mean, my powers only work so far. It feels weird and not right to step in the domain which was not meant for me and it definitely affect my health and well - being. It’s only been 10 years. Who knows how much long I can keep it all afloat and how longer I will be forced to…..

At the same time, I try to keep up my job, being a mentor to my students and coming up with creative ideas to get their attention to writing. I mean, there are so many creative prompts considering the circumstances of people not able to sleep hence no one to watch over this part of their existence.

20 years later

Some of the residents of the Dreaming left the Realm. It pains me, watching it all crumble, but I can do nothing to stop them. It’s like they are starting to believe that Morpheus really did abandon them. I mean, I don’t blame them. Dreams are fading and Nightmares are becoming more predatory. I’m so tired of it. Tending to Waking during the day and Dreaming at night, trying my best to keep the most cruel of Morpheus’s creations at bay. Meanwhile Corinthian freed himself and broke a literal hell on Earth. It seems like he started some cult of him, people all over the World copycatting his actions. This is really bad. For the past 5 years I was able to limit the members of this sect, showing them how much pain and despair they bring, but that’s still not enough. Despair is having the best time ever, I can tell. Death though, wasn’t delighted with the amount of work that was piled up upon her.

Flashback

- I’m sorry Death - I said with so much remorse in my voice. Despite all of the work we both have now, we were able to get together. If you can call it like that. It was more of a running around collecting souls which died of exhaustion and sleep deprivation (Death) and trying to manipulate the Reality to minimize the impact (me). We’re like a damage control team.

- What on Earth are you talking about?

- All of those people dying, being hurt.... This havoc that has been caused since.....

- Stop it. You stop it now, you hear me - she haltered her walk, took my hands, and looked me straight in the eyes - none of this – she waved her hand around - NONE of this, is your fault.

- Then whose? - I say silently.

- You know, you truly are a peculiar human being. Even after all this time you don’t blame Dream for what happened?

- Death.... you were the one who told me what truly occurred to him.

- You mean that he was captured?

- More or less. – I shrugged but even with my sarcastic attitude I can’t quite hide how stressed I am because of it all.

Some time ago Death reached out to me and revealed that Dream was captured by some crazy-shit-ass amateur magus Roderick Burgess. Location? London. She explained she owed me that much as my friend. She was worried of me getting drained of the amount of work I was dealing with. Obviously, the first thought that came to my mind was to rescue him immediately. If not for his or mine sake than for the benefit of Dreaming and Reality. I started masterminding the plan of getting into the Burgess mansion and it was perfect. Until it came to its execution. I suppose it is enough to say that Roderick’s home was not exactly immortals-friendly. The moment I stepped foot inside I started to wince in pain. Apparently the magus used some crazy spells to protect himself from unwanted visitors. What chances does Reality have against magic? I mean, I have some skills, but I’m no witch. I felt utterly defeated, my head spinning and my whole body aching. Brain on fire since I could easily feel Morpheus’s presence somewhere in the house. “I’m sorry, Dream” – I sent him a silent message. “I’m so, so sorry”.  I knew he felt me too and get that. It’s terrible to feel so helpless. Ever since then I put twice as much effort into all my work. Shame it didn’t give twice as much of a good result.  I just wondered why none of his siblings came to his aid, but when I reached Destiny, he just shook it off and said that the Endless do not mess with each other’ s domain.  Wonderful family, truly. So…. supportive.

- Even though, you could claim that you told him to be careful when he went to catch that Nightmare. Corinthian, was that his name? Hell, you even offered to go and help him but he was just too proud to accept that.

I looked down at the ground without a single word. She’s right obviously and he was a stubborn ass,  but on the other hand there is a bit of guilt inside me. I was also the one who forced him to go out to get Corinthian. I was the one who was not able to free him from his cage. I couldn’t deal with some amateur magus using circus tricks on one of the Endless. Shit, I was the one not able to stand up to Destiny when he held me back from taking any further action against Roderick Burgess. I was the one not capable of keeping Dreaming intact.

-Stop spinning Kayleen. You did more than you could have. And for that my brother should be eternally grateful.

-Oh, right. Grateful is just a natural state for him. Can you imagine his reaction knowing that I meddled with the Dreaming affairs? Highway to hell for me, for sure.

-What is it with you, Dream and Hell? Is that some inside joke? Besides, don’t worry about that. I’m going to take you for myself before Lucifer lay a hand on you. No hellfire for you, my dear - she hugged me. - I got to go now, but I hope to see you again, soon. And please, take care of yourself, ok?

-I was always a bit of a workaholic you know? This situation just take it to the extreme – I sighed knowing well enough I won’t keep that promise.

30 years later

Most of the nightmares are gone from the Dreaming. The only dreams left are those who are the most loyal, like Fiddler’s Green. The only place that gives me a little bit of breath and perspective when I visit. A brief moment to catch a breath before mending to another fire. I befriended Cain and Abel who, besides Lucienne still believe that Morpheus is going to come back. Their hope is really admirable, but I have no time nor energy to focus on that. Seems like I’m in some robot mode when I just keep doing without thinking.

Meanwhile, in the Waking World, people has been suffering from coma, not able to wake up. Oh, irony. First, they couldn’t sleep now they cannot get back from dreams. The newspapers even came up with some catchy title for that…..

60 years later.

I’m so tired......

The nightmares now started to invade my sleep. Some crazy kind of retaliation on me, deriving from the times when I tried to keep them in check. So for quite some time I haven’t really been sleeping. The worst part? They pray on my real fears and terrors so I can’t even convince myself that this is not the truth. If nothing else, I know how to spot reality

Thankfully, though I don’t know how, I’m still capable of working as lecturer. My students and classes are probably the only thing that keeps me sane. Recently, we got a visit from this popular author – Richard Madock. My students seemed to be captured by his works, so I decided it would be nice to organize a meeting. It’s surprising how this guy sort of came out of nowhere. Even though he acts professionally, when I first saw him I just get this kind of vibes that made me cautious. There’s something about his creativity and versatility of his works. He’s hiding something, I know it. His words about “strong female characters in fiction” and how much of a supporter of women rights he is just does not match his eyes, his posture, his …. everything. I can sense something fake in his entire vibe. Wish I had enough power to get to the bottom of it.

96 years later

Physically I haven’t aged a day but my general condition really indicates the passing of past 96 years. I hide it under some simple illusion, but it gives me a lot of self-consciousness and anxiety. I guess I might be developing some body issues. Besides, some people (?) can see right through me. Like some fellow librarian.

- You can’t keep doing that - I heard Lucienne’s footsteps as she approached the table I laid my head on for a couple minutes. It was my “Dreaming duty” time and I was trying to find some peace in the Library. We only had a couple books left since at some point the stories started to disappear.

- I’m sorry Lucienne, I just need a second to reposition myself. What part of the castle shall I try to uplift now? – I can’t stop the  yawn and find it hard to keep my eyes open. - Has some dream been unusually terrible? Or another nightmare running loose? Is it about Cain or Abel or Gregory? I can tend to that - I stand up, but get dizzy and fall back down, not hitting the floor only thanks to Lucienne catching me.

- That is not what I meant, at all, Kayleen - she make me sit down on the chair as she shakes her head in disapproval. – you can’t keep trying to tend to both Realms. It’s killing you, All those spacial jumping, stress, lack of sleep. It was never your duty. You are still human, remember?

- Immortal human – I point out - I can’t get killed, even by myself, you know. But I suppose I forgot about that part of myself  after a couple of decades of work. Full workaholic at my best. There’s really no time to think about that.

- Kay… - Lucienne said gently - you need to get back to Waking. You need to stay there for good. There’s nothing more you can do here. Trust me.

- I can’t do that. – I shake my head. - I can’t watch Reality crumble and knowing that the same is happening to the Dreaming. I can’t leave you and the guys alone.

- You just won’t take no for an answer, would you?

- No…. - I smile weakly, still a bit lightheaded.

- You are way too stubborn for your own good. If you won’t let it go I will have to resort to some more drastic measures.

- You wouldn’t do that. - I looked at her with - hate to admit it - fear and disbelief in my eyes .

- It’s for your own good. You still be able to communicate with me through the Ravens. I can assign one specifically to you if you wish. Mathew is the new one and has been very eager to meet you.

- Ok - I say. I hate to surrender, but deep down I know she’s right. Besides, it’s better to leave on my own and keeping this little connection than being banished by Lucienne and losing it all. - but please, contact me as often as you can. I don’t.... I don’t want to be left alone. – with all my mortal friends and acquaintances in the waking gone it won’t be easy to keep going.

- Of course Kay. I could never forget about you - she looks at me with sadness in her eyes.

105 years later

Leaving Dreaming wasn’t much of a help. But – one good thing came out of it. I meet someone who might be special to me in upcoming future. At this point I didn’t even care that he was mortal. I was just in desperate need of company so….

Tom joined the faculty a year ago as a  law teacher. He may seems serious and intense but deep down he’s a joking nerd. Just open up to the limited amount of people who know how to …. make him show his true colors.  And yes, that’s me. I really like this side of his. He tells the best jokes and is always optimistic. Such a reverse to my last male companion. I really like him and who knows what might happen if this keeps on….

So, in general, I let go a bit and a lot of things fell back into their places. Obviously, I still get pain and headaches when Corinthian or some other nightmares mess with Reality but at this point I can handle that. Just doing what I can without pushing too hard. Matthew, the raven, has been the best company I could ask for. Always ready for a pep talk, to help me ground myself and stop me from doing something reckless. He also loves talking but I don’t really mind.

106 years later

I was in the middle of my afternoon class when I fainted. Ok, maybe not exactly fainted. It was more like this feeling of losing consciousness for a couple minutes but when I blinked nothing has really changed. So is it official? Did my sanity finally snap? Wouldn’t be surprising after more than a century. Or maybe…. Maybe things are getting back to normal? As fast as I can I finish the class, getting some disappointing looks from attendants ( it’s still uplifting that I can keep their interests to the extend where they want to go to class instead of skipping them). I need to check what’s happening.

-Matthew. – I say turning around looking for my favorite raven.  – Where are you?

-I’m here, Kay – the bird flies from the sky and land on the nearest tree branch.

-Not here – I whisper – someone may hear us – can’t risk my reputation as a stable person by being seen talking to a bird – I grin – no offence, Matthew.

-None taken.

-Did you feel something strange, too? In the dreaming? Or maybe you were there? I need some information, can you check on Lucienne and let me know?

-Sure thing, Brainy – he gave me that nickname after a couple of lectures he “attended” watching over me. - I’ll be there and back in a minute.

-Just be careful, ok? – I say and I shake at the memory of what happened last time I used those words towards someone else.

-I always am. – with that word he flies away leaving me hanging and thirsty for some answers.

next: chapter 6

tag list is open : @asianfrustration13 @musicconversedance @hyper-half-blood

[afarcryfrommymain]

Far Cry OC Tournament Round 1A

Esther Seed v Orayani Ragadio v Wesley Beltran

Voting and little about our contestants under the cut!

Esther Seed (@vampireninjabunnies-blog)

About: Esther was born on March 20th 1994, in a very small rural community outside of Atlanta, Georgia to the local pastor David Shea and his wife Mary. She's the youngest of three, her sister Sarah is ten years older and Michael is four years older. She didn't fit in very well as a child due to being skipped ahead several grades. Her parents did the best they could to make her childhood a happy one and for the most part succeeded despite their deep poverty. She graduated from Harvard University at eighteen with her Ph.D in Psychiatry, focusing on childhood and religious trauma. Esther participated in competitive archery while in University and was champion three years in a row. She met John Seed in a nightclub not long after, and they dated for a year before she moved to Montana. During that year she'd worked as a social worker but quit from burnout when the systems flaws kept her from saving a child in an abusive home. She and John married and lived very happily for around two years despite her passive aggressive conflict with Joseph. Until one night after an argument with Joseph went too far. She and John attempted to leave Eden's Gate and Hope County but Joseph ran them off the road into the river. Now three years later the Reaping is in full swing, John and the rest of the county believe she's dead. And she's trapped in a bunker by Joseph with her children working to escape. Esther is 5"0, 98lbs, long copper red hair, big brown doe eyes. Fair skinned and covered in freckles with an hourglass figure. A fairly small, delicate woman. She has two tattoos given to her by John. The Seven virtues in latin under her right breast and a small bumblebee with John's initials on her pelvis. Later in her story she has the word PRIDE carved into her left shoulder blade by Joseph.

Does your OC have anything to share?: "Esther is an accomplished archer and equestrian. She is quite good at mounted archery and being as petite as she is she favours stealth and ambushes if she has to fight."

Orayani Ragadio (@broken-balance-baby)

About: She's from the post-canon au of Far Cry 3 where Jason becomes a merc! Filipino Aeta girl, she's also a starting journalist and meets Jason and his team in the middle of a warzone in Southern Philippines. she's very sweet, polite and always optimistic, she also doesn't seem very smart because of that but she is. she knows how to handle a bow and arrow and Jason teaches her how to use guns in their story.

Anything else we should know?: "she's very small! like say about 5'1 or so. so it's possible she could use her size to her advantage LOL"

Wesley Beltran (@stacispratt)

About: wes beltran considers himself a generally calm person, and this is true until his friends are in danger. staci and joey are his only family in hope county, and he'd do anything for them. after the seeds take them from him, his singular goal is to rescue them at any cost. at first, he agrees to help the resistance, because the more people fighting the cult the better, but the second any task doesn't directly help him get joey back from john (his first goal), he'll ditch it. he doesn't want to waste time, he wants to get right to joey, and also get his hands bloody punishing the people who have hurt her. after he gets accustomed to his brand new bloodlust, he prefers to use knives/blades/shovels to kill cultists over guns. it's more personal and painful for them. this is especially so with john seed! killing him from a distance with a gun would take all the reward out of killing john. also, it turns out that john seed's obsession with him scratches a very particular, desperate, life-long need inside wes to find someone who loves him more than anything, and his priorities after he rescues joey starts to blur into something that includes soaking up john's obsessive love forever and ever so he can (maybe, possibly) finally feel so full of love he'll never starve for it again! that's not to say john and wes don't beat the shit out of each other, because they do, most notably at wes's confession where wes beats john over the head with a metal pipe to rescue joey, and at wes's atonement, where john tattoos wes and then wes hunts john down until john gets the upper hand and steals him away to his bunker where, you guessed it, they beat the shit out of each other again. when marshal burke dies, wes blames the resistance. staci suffers near-death torment at the hands of jacob seed, and wes can't reconcile this with the idea that the resistance cares at all, because he's so sucked up in the well-being of his own two best friends. eventually, consumed with his mutual obsession for john seed, wes joins the cult and becomes john's right hand man and favorite chosen. he doesn't particularly take pleasure in torturing or killing innocents, but his loyalty to john has cemented itself and he'd do anything for him, just as he'd do anything for joey & staci. plus they still get to make each other bleed without politics also boomer is his bestie :)

Anything else we should know?: corruption arc through obsessive love babey.

[rogue-durin-16]

EIGHTEEN, CRAZY (Prologue)

"The Plan"

Summary: With her highschool experience coming to an end, Y/n finally grows tired of her parents' long lasting effort to make her the perfect girl; if they refuse to let her live her best life, she'll make them live their worst— and what can possibly be worse than having your lovely daughter mingling with Eddie Munson?

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Genre: mostly fluff/fake dating

Tags:

Eighteen, crazy: —

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

Warnings: brief allusion to murder (?) That's it

A/N: Diving head first into the Eddie Munson obsession pool like Steve dove into that lake LMAOOO Disclaimer that I'm not doing much research on this tbh, so beware. If you wanna be added to any taglist let me know. That said, enjoy this little blurb <3.

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

"YOU KIDDING?!"

"Do I look like I'm kidding?" I questioned unbothered, not quite understanding the concern in my friends' faces.

"You sound like you're kidding!" My best friend Linda looked around in fear before leaning across the lunch table. "Y/n. Eddie Munson? Are you serious?" She whispered in distress.

After years of being meticulously held at bay by my parents, and with the end of my highschool experience on the horizon, I had resumed it was time to rebel, straying from my straight A, good girl path.

Since my parents would definitely not yield to my pleas of flying free by fair means, the only way they had left me was by foul.

That's how I found myself explaining to my group of close friends what devious plan my mind had devised.

"Well I mean— he's not that bad, y'know?" Liz, who sat at the front of the table, spoke, lazily playing with the food on her plate. "I tutor him in math, he's... actually kinda nice. Horrible student, though."

"Bet Ted Bundy was 'actually kinda nice'." The quieter of us four finally spoke his mind about my idea, accompanying his sentence with quotation marks.

"George!" I widened my eyes at his deadpan expression, to which he shrugged.

"What? We're just tryna knock some common sense into you."

"I— well— Okay— Listen! I don't need 'common sense'," I hissed through gritted teeth. "I need my parents to get off my back!"

"Why don't you go for, I don't know, Carver?" Liz suggested. "I feel like your dad would be just as mad."

I twisted my face with apprehension, sparing a side eye to the basketball team's captain. "I don't like him."

"But you like Eddie Munson?" Linda inquired, incredulous.

"I didn't say that."

"You're implying it." George pointed out with squinted, suspecting eyes.

"I don't like him!" I groaned, slamming my fist on our table. George raised his hands in defeat, straightening himself on the spot. "All I know is that he's a scary guy, older than me, with long hair," I started counting with my fingers in front of my friends "he drinks, he smokes—"

"He sells drugs."

"He sells drugs— good point." I agreed, pointing at a very much alarmed Linda. "Plays in a weird band, and is part of a cult or something."

"Jesus Christ, Y/n."

"Plus, by what Lizzy says, he's not that much of a bad guy, so we know he won't— I don't know— take me to his van, kill me and chop my corpse off into little chunks."

"Do we?" George hesitance did nothing but annoy me, but I understood my friend's point.

"Believe me," Liz chucked softly raising her brows without looking up from her plate. "We do."

"The whole point is to give my parents a heart attack, and they despise everything Eddie Munson stands for." I leaned back on my chair, finishing my explanation. "It's perfect."

"It's nonsense, that's what it is." George countered. "You're out of your mind, Y/n."

"Would you look at that? my parents finally managed to drive me crazy." I nonchalantly stated, looking around the cafeteria in search of a particular student. "There he is."

"Who?" Linda tracked my line of vision with a puzzled gaze.

"Munson." Liz clarified, taking a peek over George's shoulder, and therefore missing my movements until I was up. "Hey, where you going?"

"To get the ball rolling." I checked my wristwatch, taking a hold of my backpack before throwing one of the straps over my shoulder.

"Oh God." Linda's words came out muffled, as her face was hidden behind her palms.

"Y/n, wait—" While I circled our table, George had gotten up, and now stood in my way. "Don't take this the wrong way but... Ugh—"

"But?" I prompted him to speak, very much aware that the lunch break was coming to an end, which meant that I was running out of time.

"You haven't asked out anyone in your life," my friend halfheartedly muttered. "and you're gonna start with Eddie Munson?"

I froze as George's words sunk in. With a deep breath, and taking another look at the pariahs' table, I shook off my insecurities in favor of taking my freedom back.

"Go big or go home, Georgie." I dedicated the boy a smile and, with a pat on his chest, I moved him aside and resumed my walk.

[nushy]

i've been thinking about this one a lot lately ...

basically, reader is a demon, who befriends the hellfire club and tries to tell them what she is but no one believes her

...

it's not a pairing, just some thoughts for fun <3

So, your boss - the Devil, decided to go on vacation on Earth and you left too, eager to learn more about humans and their lives. You went to a small town, Hawkins, and ironically, decided to go to Highschool as you have always been interested.

You have never expected to meet someone as interested as Eddie Munson and his gang, but you spotted them the first minute you stepped into the hallway. Then and there you knew you wanted them as friends. Of course, as a demon that has spent all its life in Hell with damned souls, you knew the basics to human interaction, so you approached them. And somehow things worked out and they accepted you. And it was so much fun. The most amusing part was when you found out that Eddie Munson was believed to be a cult leader and that he worshiped Satan. Ha, as if.

You'd spent a lot of time with the boys. They would often ask you where you came from and when you repeatedly said "Hell" they would think you were joking, cuz no one believed you. That didn't concern you at all, it amused you in fact.

It happened a lot actually, not just about where you were coming from, but about your family ("Just a bunch of Demons") or your job that you talked so much about ("Yeah, torturing souls and keeping them in place") or your favorite - pets ("Yeah, one cute Hellhound") and everyone would laugh with joy cuz they thought that you had the best imagination ever.

You had no idea how much time you spent on Earth with your new friends, but it was awesome, from time to time you would go to Hell, but you would come back 2-3 days later and everyone would ask how was your vacation, your family reunion or stuff like that.

Of course, everything changed when Eddie was framed for murder and he ran. You knew that something with Hawkins was off, maybe this was part of the reason why you came to live here. There was something bad in the air and you could immediately say that Eddie was innocent and some greater forces were to be blamed. So, you teamed up with Dustin and his friends and hesitantly they told you the truth - about the Upside Down, Vecna, all the monsters. They thought that you would run and think they are crazy as shit, but you smiled and for the 100th time told them you were Demon and things like this don't surprise you.

Of course, as a rule for leaving Hell, you were not supposed to use your powers so it was super hard for you to try and help everyone without actually helping them. You would stand in the back and try to do your best. But, at least, you learned how to use a gun.

This would change when it was time for the final battle and that shithead Eddie Munson tried to be a hero by going to those Demobats and use himself as a decoy. And they would have killed them much to your dismay. But you ran after him and destroyed them. You used every drop of power you had to demolish them - in the process you had to reveal your face, the Demon face, and even your wings, but you didn't care, because at least Eddie was safe. But it was the most awesome feeling - to finally be able to show yourself.

Eddie wasn't scared, he was a bit surprised, but not for the reason you thought. "So, you were telling the truth, huh?" he asked casually. You nodded. "Well, you look good for a Demon." he joked. "It would make a badass DnD character." Dustin freaked out when he came to the both of you, totally out of breath after running with maybe broken ankle. "What the Hell?" he almost screamed. "Yes, that's my home." you laughed, Eddie joining you.

Others were a bit more reserved towards you, but when they found out that you saved Eddie and killed all of the Demobats, they changed their minds. After all they could not say anything, since you've told them many times what you are. it's their problem that they didn't believe you.

And, the most important thing is, Eddie Munson didn't care what you were. For him, you were just a cool girl. That was enough.

[judyneuf]

Cult of Passione AU

Back in May 2023, I made this AU for Mermay that mix Mermaids and Greek Mythology and based it solely on the Golden Wind Cast It's also a ''Everybody Lives, Everybody Stays'' AU, due to no one dying and leaving in this AU, even though the events stays mostly the same. There are no stands in this AU, but there are some references to certain stands. I originally started this whole AU with my Part 5 ocs, but they don't influence the main story, I'll make their own post for them Lore under the cut

Long long ago, there were entities that were responsible for creating the world as we know it. They created its sky, land, and sea; they created day and night; and they created creatures to populate the Earth. These creatures looked up at the sky, seeing all the stars that were up there, twinkling and sparkling, and thought that it was because those entities were looking down at them. The astral beings came to be referred to as the Eyes of Heaven.

However, some people wanted to be just as great as the Eyes of Heaven. They created artifacts out of stone that could turn anyone who wore it into gods. Said creators came to be known as the Pillar Men and their artifacts were scattered across the globe for anyone to find.

One day, a man named William Zeppeli found one of these artifacts, a stone mask, with his assistants: Jonathan, a man blessed with the mark of the Eyes of Heaven —a star shaped birthmark— and his wife Erina; their friend Speedwagon; and Jonathan’s adopted brother Dio. Their goal was to find the most artifacts to destroy them, as they believed humans should not try to play god, as it would lead to dire consequences.

One night, Dio betrayed the gang by donning the mask and killing William as his first steps to becoming a God. Jonathan did everything he could to stop him. In the end, with the blessing of the Eyes of Heaven, he managed to decapitate Dio and destroy his body. However, a simple decapitation didn’t end the reign of terror Dio had started, for he decided that Jonathan’s body would be a perfect fit for him. After a long fight, Jonathan died, leaving Dio to take over his body.

Years later, we hear the news about a young boy called Giorno, who is born to a human mother who survived an encounter with the god named DIO. His hair is as gold as wheat and his eyes, green as emeralds. With the Eyes of Heaven giving him their blessing, he is set to become a Star by taking over a cult called the Cult of Passione. 

The cult of Passione is a cult that is well known, and yet no one dares to talk about it. The members worship a god whose name would guarantee you a one-way ticket to the afterlife. He used to be referred to as the ‘’King in Crimson’’ due to his bloodthirsty nature. Over time, it has been shortened to ‘’King Crimson’’.

With the help of a fisherman called Bruno, Giorno works with his team of mythological creatures in order to take down the cult from the inside.

Abbacchio and Bruno

Abbacchio is a squid that has been mistreated by sea creatures and humans alike, leaving him to become very aggressive and territorial. Bruno was the first creature to ever show him kindness. Bruno has since become his light, his reason to open himself up to others.

Bruno’s father was a fisherman and his mother’s origins are unknown to him. She left them when Bruno was a child and he has never seen her again. Despite this, he feels like the ocean is calling him, beckoning him to explore it. Even though he calls himself a fisherman, he never actually hunts for merfolks, unlike the other fishermen; it is just an excuse for him to explore the ocean and meet sea creatures like Abbacchio and Fugo.

Fugo and Narancia

Not a lot is known about Fugo’s past, but one thing is for sure, people don't like his venomous nature. The only person who has seen past that is Bruno, who Fugo has come to appreciate more than anything the world could offer him.

Not long after Abbacchio has joined them, Fugo has found a harpy with half of its feathers plucked out. In a panic, he has brought the bird to Bruno, begging him to help heal the bird.

Even though Bruno isn’t that familiar with birds, he has helped the poor bird whose name is Narancia. Now, it is rare to see these two separated; they are metaphorically joined at the hips, even though their personalities clash at times.

Mista and Giorno

Life is nice for Mista. As a satyr, he is very much connected with nature and his surroundings. He is sometimes seen at night surrounded with very affectionate fireflies.

Giorno is unaware of his demigod status; however, he has the power to create life, such as plants and trees, which made Mista and —mostly— his firefly friends befriend him immediately.

Trish and King Crimson

To the surprise of everyone in the cult, a rumor spreads that King Crimson has come to the mortal realm years ago and has had a child with a mortal woman. The child is named Trish and has been given to the care of Bruno’s team in order to reunite her with her father.

Unfortunately for her, King Crimson has other plans for his daughter…

Fugo and Giorno

Meeting Bruno's team was the first time Giorno ever encountered mythical creatures and Fugo caught his interest first.

Fugo had a rough time getting along with the new kid, but less so than Abbacchio, but Giorno used his demi-god powers to be immune to Fugo's venom, allowing him to be the first person to be able to touch him.

Fugo felt something deep within them that they had never felt before meeting Bruno, and those feelings grew from trust to something more.

Bruno’s Rebirth

Bruno didn't know much about his mother, aside from the fact that she left him and his dad when he was younger, and that he never saw her again.

After an accident at the temple of the King Crimson which left him mortally wounded, Giorno tried to use his demi-god powers to revive Bruno. It worked, but also unknowingly unlocked his true nature.

Throughout the rest of their journey, Bruno's body slowly metamorphosed into that of a mermaid, due to his mother's true origins.

As a mermaid, there was nothing holding him back from accepting a previous love declaration that Abbacchio gave him on their journey, as they couldn't pursue it before, as they were a mermaid and a fisherman

Trish and Mista

After Trish was given to the care of Bruno’s team, she had a hard time settling in with the rest, as she wasn’t aware of her demi-goddess status. She had a harder time befriending Mista, as she saw satyrs as dirty smelly woodland creatures.

Let’s just say that they are friends now, after everything that went down with the two of them.

Additional information about this AU

Here's what everyone else is in this AU

Giorno: Demi-god Bruno: Human/Oarfish Abbacchio: Squid Fugo: Blue ring octopus Narancia: Harpy Mista: Satyr Trish: Demi-god

Polpo: Sphinx

Zucchero: Human Sale: Human Luca: Human

Sheila E: Fury Cannolo: Demi-god

The Narcotics Teams: Lotus Eaters

Risotto: Mimic Octopus Formaggio: Hermit crab Illuso: Gorgon Prosciutto: Circe Pesci: Tree nymph Melone: ??? Ghiaccio: ???

Squalo: Great White Shark Tizzano: Starfish Carne: Hydra Cioccolata: Scylla Secco: Charybdis

Sex Pistols: Fireflies Black Sabbath: Guardian of the Arrow Silver Chariot Requiem: Guardian of the Arrow

Doppio: Human form of Diavolo King Crimson/The Boss/Diavolo: God

As for how I translated Gold Exprerience, Spice Girl and All Along the Watchtower as Demi-god powers, Giorno can create plants and unlock people's true nature, Trish can melt things with her singing voice and Cannolo is hyper aware of everything that is going on around him, but doesn't let people know he can do that

[aboutzatanna]

Zatanna & Dr Fate

Zatanna and Dr Fate don’t have the same history in the DCU canon as they do in the YJ verse.  In fact, Dr Fate has an entirely different set of hosts in the DCU as opposed to the YJ verse.   

So here is a short collection of all the times that she has interacted with Dr Fate in DCU canon (if I missed any, let me know, if you want to know more about the various hosts in the comics, check out this post):  

The first we ever got to see Zatanna and Dr Fate interact was during a JLA/JSA crossover in Justice League of America #100:  

This comic was in celebration of the 100th issue milestone of JL and the plot revolved around the JLA and JSA splitting up in various teams up rescue the Seven Soldiers of Victory who have been scattered throughout space and time after their last adventure. 

Not much interaction between them in subsequent JLA/JSA crossovers but we did get this great spread by George Perez in Justice League of America Vol 1 #195 in which Zatanna is shown opposite to Dr Fate as their team’s respective magic user:   

Then during the annual JLA/JSA team ups (specifically Justice League of America Vol 1 #195), she can be seen chit chatting with Dr Fate. Up until this point there has only been one Dr Fate and it was Kent Nelson:  

Sadly, we never got to see her interact with Inza Nelson Fate: 

Edit: I just learned that she did interact with Inza Nelson’s Dr Fate in Spectre Vol 3 #17 during a story arc where the Spectre had snapped and was trying to pass judgement on all of humanity.  Zee, Inza and Etrigan were all part of group gathered by the Stranger to stop the Spectre. To make things more complicated, Eclipso has possessed Spectre: 

Though to my knowledge, Zee has never met the kind of creepy and utterly bizarre Eric/Linda Strauss incarnation:

Later, in the 90′s, we got an edgier version of Dr Fate or Fate as he was called, whose real name was Jared Stevens who was ex mercenary who discovered the helmet of Fate and he melted it down so he can shape it into a knife because *that* is what real men do. /sarcasm

He also didn’t wear the classic Dr Fate costume, instead he dressed like your typical edgy 90′s hero with a long trench coat or leather jacket with bits of armors and course tattoos: 

Somehow he scored an ongoing title called Fate and after that was cancelled he got a second title called Book of Fate.   His first ongoing, even scored a short lived spin off title called Scare Tactics, as far as solo’s goes, Jared certainly had better luck than any other Dr Fate’s that came before and after him.   

Fate #10 was notable because it had Zatanna on the cover and she’s essentially the co lead of the story.   

The plot of the issue involves Jared Stevens on the run after being framed for a plane explosion.  So Jared is on the run and looking for a place to hide which leads him to this venue where Zatanna is performing under the pseudonym ‘Ms Katonic’. Prior to going on stage, she seemed nervous and unsure of herself and not her usual bubbly confident self.      

The show goes wrong (as they usually do) when they are attacked by a cult called the Firebringers whose leader Tyson believes that there is a truer reality than the one we see now and commits ritual sacrifice  in order to reach his goal.  

After getting aquainted with Jared, Zee takes on the villain Strega and we learn why Zatanna isn’t being her usual self:   

Afterwards, we’re introduced to  Evan Fulcanelli whom Zatanna describes as her father’s oldest friend. Evan is an alchemist, either he was named after the real life French alchemist Fulcanelli  or he is the real deal himself:  

 Later in the issue, Fulcanelli sacrifices himself fighting Strega who wants the secret of his alchemy. Notably Zatanna calls him uncle and Fulcanelli calls her ‘niece’:   

Could it be just an affection description of their relationship or could Fulcanelli actually be Zatara’s brother by blood. In that case, is he Zachary Zatara’s father and that’s why Zachary’s magic doesn’t work on organics? Because his father is an alchemist?  

At the end of the issue, Zatanna and Jared go out on a date although she turns down the possibility of going back to his place:   

She later appeared in Fate #14 on the last page alongside Alan Scott and the Phantom Stranger to recruit Jared for the Underworlds Unleashed event:   

Jared is often bemaoned for being representative of the 90′s extreme Dr Fate but some of his stories were actually quite descent.  Especially the Keith Giffen stuff.  

In Fate #20 he accidentally stumbles into her dressing room whilst she was changing as he was meeting one magical character after another looking for advice and she reacts exactly as any woman would in that kind of situation:  

Later we see her interacting with the Hector Hall incarnation of Dr Fate in JLA/JSA: Secret Files & Origins:   

The ‘cold shiver’ would be followed up in the ‘JLA/JSA: Virtue and Vice’ crossover.  

I find it funny how Hector just slaps on the helmet when he hears Zatanna coming downstairs.  Given his history and personality, I can only imagine he is thinking of his missing wife whilst making this face:   

To my knowledge Zatanna didn’t get to meet the Kent V Nelson incarnation of Dr Fate. She also wasn’t part of the Helmet of Fate series of one shots when the helmet sought out various established DC characters as it’s hosts.

She does have an established friendship with the Khalid Nassour incarnation of Dr Fate and they interacted in JLD Vol 2′s Annual #1: 

and even served as his mentor in YJ S4.  

In the YJ verse, she is time sharing the helmet of Fate between herself and her students. In many ways, she and her father are the Dr Fate of Earth 16.   

The comics don’t don’t really mix the two. Largely because the Zatara’s and Dr Fate’s are two different ‘flavors’ of magic. They both have their own thing going on.  Zatara’s are performers, more light hearted with added bits of drama and the occasional foray into the dark side of magic. Dr Fate is a much darker, more horror based character who deals with faustian bargains, arrested development, co dependant relationship and the psychological toll of magic. One is about the lighter side of magic and wish fulfillment whilst the other represents the darker side of it.