#he could wear an 'I love evil and being evil' t-shirt and it would be more in character than any of the other outfits he wears

[pianokantzart]

Facts

[white-sinner]

Poly Yandere Alphas Asano & Karma x Male Beta reader (assassination classroom)

They force reader to wear a collar with their names on it.

Marking, reader being tied up, degrading, sadism, treating reader like a pet.

They say many things that bring down beta’s, and how they wish he was an omega, how much better he would be if he was. That he shouldn’t worry, they’ll still like him regardless of the fact that he’s a beta. Stuff like that.

Please?

you can try to resist but this is a challenge that you too know you will lose..

WARNING: kidnapping, threats, force collaring, knives, marking, sadism, sex, mention of pheromone

A/N: are we all aware that these two as yandere would be impossible to stop? with the controlled/rational personality of Asano and the sadistic one of Karma I think our dear Male reader has no hope of getting out of this fall into hell

Orange=Asano

Red=Karma

Black=reader

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a couple of hidden lovers born in the seventh grade who despite the difference in classes continue to live and be stronger and stronger but what will happen when these two Alphas find in M ​​/ n the omega they were looking for?

for Karma and Asano it had never been difficult to get along their two characters intertwined perfectly but then there was a change when 3-E of Kunugigaoka Junior High moved M/N L/N a beta, the first to notice it was Karma who was truly amazed by your skills against Korosensei not to mention your splendid personality and your scent which, despite you being a Beta, goes more sweet like vanilla and caramel since you arrived Karma feel a strong sense of protection and with your being kind but also knowing how to stand up to him,he understand that you were the missing omega that he and Asano were looking for but despite your being Beta he didn't care you were definitely a omega for him and no one could change his mind. obviously Karma as a good alpha and boyfriend reported everything to Asano who thanks to social networks, acquaintances and stalking in the end he too fell in love with you so the two devised a plan to get you

the two of them started leaving on your desk, folder and even mailing them to your home! they started giving you anonymous teddy bears/t-shirts and even used underwear…. now if you were an omega you got those things for your nest and as a clear sign of courtship that an alpha wanted to make you his but being you a beta you couldn't even recognize whose scent it was but things got worse in class when yet another soft toy appeared on your counter

“Another gift from your secret admirer?”

“I wouldn't call him a secret admirer but more perverted stalker *huf* I swear Nagisa if this dude doesn't finish it I'm going straight to the cops why doesn't he go fuck a bitch instead of bothering me"

poor man M/N he didn't know that the "pervert" he was talking about was watching him Asano was out of class and Karma near the window

in the chats between Karma and Asano

“it seems that your plan has failed”. my beloved psychopath 8:13

"I notice ugh he's getting on my nerves why he doesn't understand we're just trying to make him understand that he belongs to us?" my control freak 8:15

“now now don't get angry maybe our dear M/N needs to be put in his place and submit to his mates”. my beloved psychopath 8:16

so Karma stopped you outside school after class was over but as he spoke to you he took your hands and pinned you in the wall as ticked off Asano who with a syringe the rest was too blurry to remember

you woke up tied to a chair and in front of you with an evil smile your two captors

“but coincidentally, it seems the bitch woke up "

“wha-Karma Asano?!"

“Is this the way to address your mates? it seems that our omega likes to be punished”

what the hell were they saying omega, mates have they gone crazy?!

“haha look at that really adorable confused and scared expression”

“what the heck are you saying are you crazy I'm not an omega! release me immediately you ugly sons of bit-*slap*

” ugh and so that you address your alphas! first you called us perverts then this… I think you need to learn some of the rules Bitch”

at that moment Karma untied you and threw you on the bed and he cut your pants with his knife

"it's a real pity that you're not an omega right now you could be in heat and we would have helped you little slut"

said Asano while he was thrusting his cock into you without even getting ready!

“aAasano stop…Mmhm~”

“nonono this is not the way you call us”

Karma approached with the knife making a cut on your lips and then licking them

“so tell us bitch are we really perverts like you said?”

"to me the only bitch looks like you M/n look at Asano he's not fucking you even for 15 minutes and you already look like you're about to pass out"

continued Karma before he positioned himself on your face putting his cock in your mouth by now those two were gone in sync it was too much for you after a while Karma painted your throat white and you came

“wouldn't you like to be an omega? being inside a nest made with our clothes feeling the need to obey your alphas…having our children inside you”

“mmm after all look at you you are already below us for being a beta you are a shame”

they continued while karma came for the second Once Asano hadn't come yet! karma take his members off you and kiss you furiously making your tongue stick out and came again

“you know M/N you are really cute when you cry but I think you need to remind you who you belong to”

with that he took the knife and carved his initials and Asano's on your arm while you cried in pain and Karma licked your blood Asano came inside you

"if you were an omega by now with us you'd already be pregnant so you couldn't open your legs to anyone and you won't"

he approached your ear and whispered to you

“try to escape from us and we will kill all your loved ones remember the packages we know where you live"

having said this the two of them attacked your throat covering it with hickeys. a few minutes later and Asano also came out of you

"we have a gift for you go get it Asano"

Asano come back with a red streak collar and an orange heart with Karma Akabane and Gakushu Asano properties written behind it

"that's it, what are you saying Asano him Isn't he just adorable?”

“very Karma so how do you say M/N when your mates give you a present?”

you answered Asano in a low voice even though he was out of you you still felt him inside

” thanks Asa-“

“I think you were wrong try again or do you want to be punished”

“thanks alphas…”

before you could say anything other karma and Asano they made you spread on their chest and they ignited you with something

“don't worry M/N although you are a beta we love you the same but wouldn't it be better to be an omega? betas are less strong than alphas and more useless than omegas and then to be a beta you are a shame you smell so sweet and you let yourself be used as a sex toy"

" this syringe contains omega hormones we will continue to give it to you for a while you will see that in a short time you will assume your true behaviors "

you wanted to fight back but you were too tired so you closed your eyes hoping to wake up from this nightmare

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[kyloherrera]

How would MASHLE boys react to you eating icecream in a erotic way in front of them.

cw. Slighty suggestive, fluff, blowjob, fem!reader, chocking

an. omg, friends my first post of mashle. well nothing to say I love this anime but love more mash so probaly a fic, and a series and more are coming soon! Also remember to like, comment, reblog, follow for more mash content. It really makes the difference <3. Also I will write based on the character as we see him in the anime cause' i havent read the manga.

ft. mash, lance, finn, dot, abel, rayne, abyss

MASHLE MASTERLIST & MASHLE TAGLIST

#MASH!

When he saw you eat your icecream like that he just make a confusse expression, he didn't understand you, so he titled his head a little, he raised his hand to ask you but instead of that he thought that you we're licking it like that because it was the most delicious icecream in the world, so he licked it but then he didn't find the answer. "I don't understand, why are you licking it like it? creampuffs taste way better than this." You just blushed and looked away, ashamed that he didn't notice, but then you heard the rest of the comment and sigh, it was mash just being mash.

#FINN!

When you where in your date you two bought icecreams, and finn invited you, since you have never try sex you taught that this was an opportunity to turn him on, and an extra point was that you were wearing something that let him see a peak of your boobs, of course when he noticed he couldn't help but look away with a red face. So you started seductively eating the icecream to then let the drops fall in your boobs, finn just look like he was a tomato, when he saw you do that, but then he looked at you and said. "y-you are doing it wrong" He said while turning away. and just answer him, "I know baby."

#LANCE!

When you decided to tease him, you weren't hoping it will turn out the way it did. Lance decided to make icecreams for your birthday party and you decided to use this opportunity to tease even tought it were in all of front of your friends. You started to lick the tip of the icecream has it were the tip of his dick. Lance gaze's didn't moved from you from all the party with a cold deadly grin, he was planning on how to get revenge for provoking him and make his the fabric of his boxer thight in such a pressure he couldn't handle, of course he trained a lot his patience when he teached his friends so he could hold a little bit but when the pressure was way too much he excused himself to go to the bathroom and jack off. You just smiled in such a satisfactory and cocky way, and Dot noticed what you too where doing, but you couldn't care less, but after Lance came back he cryied to him that he was too lucky to get such a beautiful girl to get him to tease him like that and by the way you licked your icecream you were such a goddess. That made Lance to give him the most deadly gaze and to even lift his wand ready to attack him, if he weren't for Lemon your room will probably end up a mess and destroyed. After your party he make you choke in his dick so bad that the only thing you could think off was his cock. And he even slap you when you were talking or smiling because he wanted to erase that cocky smile from your face.

#DOT!

You two were alone on a summer date and because of that you brought a strapless and u-shaped t-shirt giving him a peak of your boobs, he tryied to look other way that weren't your boobs but he couldn't help and he tought he was making it discrete but the reality is that anyone has notice that the first part that he looked at were your boobs. After that he bought you an icecream because that was his manual of dates said and you with an evil grin, just started to licking it with like it was a dick, Dot just try to articulate words but a redness cover his face and someblood started to fell under his nose . "You.. You, a-are d-oing it w-wro-ong" He said while looking away and lowering his tshirth with his hand so you couldn't notice the erection. "I know" you just smiled at him. You then choke on your icecream like you were chocking on a dick even though everyone was looking at you but you couldn't care less. Then he started shaking his head up and down, hitting himself with his hand. "It can be its just like in the porn movies." He said to himself and you couldn't help but laugh and whisper him "exactly." he just fell to the ground and said again to himself "Know I can die in peace" He said to just close his eyes and play dead.

#ABEL!

You two where in a date, and it was weird to no see abyss with him but he told you that you wanted some alone time with you, and you told him that you wanted and icecream and he almost bought all of the flavors that were avaible, until you told him that it wasn't neccesary. Then you too seat on a bank togheter and you started to lick it, it was your opportunity to turn him on since he had never been horny. So you made circles around the tip of the ice cream and he just looked at you confused. "What are you doing?". "Nothing you wouldn't like" You answer him. And after you two were at the school he make you swallow and lick his dick exactly the same.

#ABYSS!

You were sitting on a bank with him icecream on your hand, and you were holding hands, he had a slighty blush on his face since he had never experience love or physical touch before. But then you started to turn things naughty, he just looked away while you eating the icecream in such a seductive way that you could seduce anyone, he just looked away face more red. But you could notice his hand holding you tighter. But then he notice the bulge over his pants and look at you. "My lady can you stop?." He looked away a face more red. "Because if you don't I don't know if I am gonna be able to hold myself."

#RAYNE!

Since he was a divine visionary, he was very busy so dates with him were every one or two months, every two months it was a cute date and every one month was a date to just fuck you, but it came one time when he take you out to the cinema, a place in which you can both have some privacy, he was a wealthy man so he bought you anything you want even an icecream. You then started the movie and even though you weren't trying to provoke him, but the led noices were turning him on. So then he grabbed your chin and make you look at him, to then whisper. "Such a lewd girl, doing all of this because she is desperate of tasting his master's cock, want master to choke you on his cuck in front of all these people?" You just say no with your head, you didn't want to damage all of his reputation. He just choke you with his hand "Don't tell me what to do bunny, a pet doesn't get a saying on this." You could feel your legs already going weak as the way his voice ring in your ear. So he just take you the bathroom and make you suck his cock while he chocked you feeling his cock down you throat.

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[sokkastyles]

I don't know if it's just me but I never liked the idea of Uncle Iroh being pretty much the same before Lu Ten's death and his enlightenment journey through the spirit world. It feels like it cheapens the whole thing. What would the point be if Iroh was the same joyful person but he just happens to wear a t-shirt that says "imperialism and world conquest are only for the ꓘool Kids"? Also his relationship with Ozai reeks (atleast to me) of him not just being Azulon's favourite child but also the Fire Nation's favourite prince and war hero while Ozai was the scapegoat and pariah.

The point is that you can consider yourself a good person and still do evil. The point is that even someone who is otherwise kind and appreciative of other cultures can be swept up in the lure of fascism. That's all but textual, with Iroh stating that he believed he had a great destiny and that's why, despite him being a kind person, he was able to also believe that he had a right to conquer.

It's also historically accurate, as many conquering nations buy into the myth of benevolent imperialism and use it to justify themselves. Zuko repeats the same thing to Ozai, that he was taught that the Fire Nation's conquest was their way of "sharing their greatness with the world" something that is also repeated by Sozin to Roku. The idea that, in fact, as a "superior" nation, it is their duty to conquer.

I also think Iroh being Azulon's favorite is what allowed him to retain the recognizable parts of the character we see in the series while still being successful and respected as a conqueror. We know that even before his redemption, Iroh was regarded as "kooky." The specific use of this word implies that any behavior he exhibits that is outside of Fire Nation norms, like being more fond of drinking tea and playing games than winning battles, is just an odd quirk and can be forgiven because he also keeps winning those battles.

I think that's also why Ozai resented him so much, because Ozai was the scapegoat who could never do anything right, and here was Iroh who had so many traits that would normally be considered flaws in the Fire Nation, yet Azulon kept praising him. That also informs why Ozai became the hyper-militaristic, ruthless person he became, perhaps in an attempt to show his father that it was he who deserved to be the golden child, the star general, the crown prince.

I like this interpretation of Iroh and to me, it makes his redemption, happening too late, all the more poignant. Tragic, but also all the more important because it was overdue. Because Iroh did know better, but chose to maintain the status quo. And that affected not just his life (I've talked about how I think Iroh could have been a very different person if he was raised differently, and there's a part of him that probably would have loved to have a doll himself if that were allowed him) but his son's life. Iroh was able to get away with his own "kookiness," but maybe not so for Lu Ten. Maybe Iroh thought that if he had to stuff down that part of himself for the regime, then perhaps he enforced that in how he raised Lu Ten.

I think that also tracks with how Iroh's fondest memories of Lu Ten seem to be him as a young, soft child. Not the hardened military man he would have become. And it reflect on how he is with Zuko, too. How he works to teach Zuko that empathy and kindness are what really makes a man. And I like to imagine that in doing this, Iroh also learns that that part of himself was never something he should have had to hide or repress to begin with.

That also vibes with how hard Ozai tried to repress it in Zuko. I know the popular interpretation is that Ozai saw his own flaws in Zuko, and I don't disagree with that interpretation, but I think a part of him also saw and hated the things he resented in Iroh, the things Iroh got away with while he was so criticized by his father. Think about how Ozai speaks about and treats Iroh, and about how he usurps Iroh to prove that he is strong and Iroh is weak the first chance he gets.

The irony is that in the end, Ozai loses to Iroh yet again, when his own son chooses Iroh over him as a father. But that's what happens when you treat your kids like mirrors to reflect your own glory instead of people. The cyclical nature of the Fire Nation royal family's dysfunction is fascinating to me.

[alexsoenomel]

Good Night (Dean Winchester x Reader Smut)

Summary: Dean saying a proper good night *wink*

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Dean being cute and fingering lol

Word count: 1031

Note: I had a dream similar to this. Enjoy! Like/Reblog or both if you like it! :)

You and Dean had been together for a very long time, so long you actually moved in with him and Sam last year. Living with him was wonderful, you had your own system and it worked like a precise clock but the best part was after a long day of hunting you would get to share a bed with your one and true love aka Dean Winchester.

One night you guys came home late…really late (like 3am late) and you were exhausted .The hunt  took place in New York which was kind of cool considering the fact that you had never been there but you didn’t have time to see the whole city. You were too busy chasing a demon that killed and tortured woman because he liked it. He liked the pain and the blood; he was a definition of pure evil.

While Dean was in the shower you took the time to check what was on TV. And the answer was absolutely nothing, just boring movies and shows being played over and over again…and of course, porn. Porn after midnight was a must…especially freaky kind of porn.  After about 20 minutes Dean came out of the bathroom wearing his gray sweatpants and shirt. He looked really good, it was almost unreal.  You immediately went for one too making sure every part of your body was shit free and squeaky clean. When you came back wearing one of Dean’s Led Zeppelin shirts and panties you found him already asleep on his side of the bed. His body slowly rise and fall under the covers, you could only see his hedgehog like hair. He looked so peaceful and adorable. He really was tired. You laid next to him and turned off the light on your nightstand. Suddenly you felt Dean’s arm wrapped around you pulling you closer to him. He moved your hair from your neck and started placing little kisses all over it.

“Hi.” You whispered smiling. “I thought you were asleep.”

“Not before I say a proper good night.” He whispered between kisses sending shivers down your spine. Only Dean could get you excited just by talking. There was something in his voice…his sexy, deep voice…

You bit your lower lip remembering how much you missed his touch, how much you needed it since the job started taking over your lives. Monsters don’t sleep and with them on the loose, you didn’t have time to even kiss let alone do anything in the bedroom. Him being all over you right now in this moment made you realize just how much you missed your alone time with him. He was so addictive…

You shifted a little bit moving your glorious ass closer to his crotch earning a soft moan from him. His lips were still on your neck which you didn’t mind whatsoever. Pretty sure you would be covered in hickies tomorrow and Sam would probably make a comment about how loud you two were last night but you didn’t care. 

“I missed this.” You said feeling his hand under your shirt. “Oh god I missed you.”  His hands were magic; his touch could make you do anything. You always wondered where he had learned to push all the right buttons on your body but pretty sure you had an answer…experience and practice. It’s true when people say practice makes perfect.

“I missed you too sweetheart.” He said moving his hand on your panties feeling the already wet material.

“You’re driving me crazy Dean.” You said feeling his hand over the material slowly rubbing you.  “Ahhh.” You moaned.

 “Likewise (Y/N). Do you want me to stop? ”

“No.” You said while your hand went on his slowly pushing him to go in. You were desperate. “Please?” You begged. His lips were still quite busy working all the right spots in your neck. He was literally trying to kill you.

“Mhmmm.” He didn’t want to stop kissing your neck so he just mumbled and his hand went in your panties slowly finding your clit. He was such a tease sometimes but he was good. He started off slow, long circles making you moan his name over and over again before pushing two fingers in you, his long fingers working you until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m so- I’m so….OH FUCK.” You screamed and moaned before coming all over his fingers. His hand suddenly disappeared from your panties and you turned to face his still panting and a little sweaty.  You crashed your lips on his feeling light stubble on his face. God, his kisses were so addictive.

“I love you.” You said breaking the kiss.

“I love you too.” He said making your heart flutter. "I love when you wear my shirts.”

It was a well known fact among woman: If you wear your guy’s clothes, you had all the power in the world.

“I guess I should wear them more often.” You said hugging him, feeling his heart beat. It was fast. Who knew he still felt the same butterflies after all these years together? Especially when it comes to Dean…He wasn’t really good with words, he would rather show you how much he loved you. And you were perfectly fine with that.

“I love you.” You said it again. Those three words you liked saying the most especially because they were true. 

“I love you too.” And every time he said it back you would smile. You knew when Dean says I love you, he truly means it.  “And now I’m feeling really tired.” He added.

“Me too.” You whispered feeling sleepy.

He kissed the top of your head and rested his chin on it while slowly drifting to sleep.

The next morning you woke up late on a Sunday. No one woke you up so you knew there won’t be any cases. When you came to the kitchen Sam immediately gave you his iconic bitch face.

“And good morning to you too Sammy.” You said.

“Next time tell me to find myself a nice, QUIET motel room.”

“Sorry.” You smirked. “Was I a little bit loud?”

“Yeah, a little bit.”

“Good.” You said. Dean smirked drinking his coffee.    

[the-sky-queen]

Does your After Today AU have any designs for their real counterparts? 👀👉👈

I DIDN'T HAVE DESIGNS BUT I SAW THIS AND DIDN'T WANNA LEAVE YOU HANGING SO I SKETCHED THEM OUT AS FAST AS I COULD!!! They are very rough sketches though, so apologies if they don't look the best. (Also ran out of room for Silver and Blaze, so I'll just explain what I'm thinking for them.)

Starting with Sonic, we've got our pretty standard Nicky look with slightly different bangs, though no glasses for this boy. But I think the hoodie is still red. Also, I made his quills much shorter than Hero!Sonic's quills. This boy isn't fighting evil every day, he has no reason to make sure he can cut through solid metal with his hair. XD

For Tails, I changed his bangs because I can't draw his canon bangs for the life of me. (Or Amy's for that matter.) I was thinking for his shirt that he's wearing some kind of baseball jersey. We can let this kid play sports, as a treat. :D The number two is obviously a reference to his two tails, which yes, I let him keep! I figured since it's a mutation, it would probably still happen in the real world. The only difference is he can't fly with them. I also gave Tails glasses because yes.

With Knuckles, I tried my best to make him tall and bulky, since he's a football player. So basically, the Boom Knuckles look except not quite that exaggerated. Gave him a scar that he probably got during practice one day, but mostly because I really like giving characters scars. XD And then he's got a skull t-shirt and some shorts because he's a tough sports guy.

For Amy, I debated hard on what expression she should be making, and I ultimately decided on an indifferent pose because of character arc thingies I have in mind for her. :3 Changed her bangs, changed her hair a bit, and gave her a long sleeve shirt with a heart. She's a cheerleader with some cutesy clothes, not much else to say. (Also she's looking at her phone if you couldn't tell.)

Rouge was pretty fun because I LOVE putting her in outfits. Gave her bangs because I'm a Rouge bangs truther. She's wearing what I hope are some stylish popular girl type clothes complete with way too many bracelets on each wrist. (pretend she's wearing more than she is) And then some high heels to top it off! Also let her pierce her ears twice because why not.

Shadow's wearing a hoodie like Sonic, but his has some patterns! I think his hoodie would be dark gray with those stripes being red. He doesn't have red stripes on his quills since he isn't the Ultimate Lifeform, though I think he can keep his red eyes. Also gave him some emo bangs for fun.

Moving on to describing the ones I didn't get to draw! For Silver, I think he's wearing all white clothes. I'm kinda picturing a jacket with some puffy white fur around the hood kinda like the jacket I drew here. Also, I think he's wearing sunglasses, like he's too cool for this world. XD

And then for Blaze, she's a foreign exchange student and I'm thinking she's from Japan. So, I think it would be really cool and pretty if she wore a kimono! Maybe she's got her hair up in a bun with a pretty accessory/clip of some kind to keep it tidy.

Anyway, yeah! Those are my basic thoughts for everyone's designs! :D Hope you like em!

[silverfoxstole]

CURIOUSER AND CURIOUSER

DOCTOR WHO MAGAZINE 337 10TH DECEMBER 2003

BY BENJAMIN COOK

“He’s imbued with this slice of evil,” explains Paul McGann, when I ask him to tell me about the Eighth Doctor’s current predicament… “I won’t go into the whole detail of it, because I’ve only just recorded it. I’ll still be trying to figure it out tonight! But yeah, the Doctor’s a bit of a bastard in this one. And that’s great. What’s fun, what’s nice to play, is a dark side…”

“You have more fun being a baddie,” confirms Peter Davison, who’s wearing exactly the same T-shirt that he wore for the recording of The Sirens of Time half-a-decade earlier (his own way of commemorating the anniversary, perhaps?). “There are more things to do with a bastard.”

“There’s more space, there’s more latitude, there’s more elbowroom with a baddie,” agrees Paul. “The good guys have to be patently good, if you know what I mean. They have to look noble.” Is there nothing that Doctor Who can’t do? “I don’t think so. That’s the beauty of it, isn’t it?”

“Maybe there are some things,” Colin Baker chips in, “but if we say what they are you can bet that somebody will come up with a script that includes precisely those things – and it’ll work. You can say that the Doctor could never massacre a thousand innocent children, but if someone came up with a script that gave a very good reason why he should…well, then I’d do it.”

“You could have said that Doctor Who can’t sing,” smiles Sylvester McCoy, pointing accusingly at Colin Baker.

“He sang? When?” Paul grins. “Why didn’t they ask me to sing?”

“Actually, when I heard,” says Colin, “that they were doing a Gilbert and Sullivan [see Doctor Who and the Pirates], I thought, ‘This is taking it too far.’ But I read the script and it gave entirely credible reasons why the Doctor would sing. It’s one of the most moving scripts I’ve read in terms of the context in which the Doctor decides to do what he does.”

“A barbershop quartet!” exclaims Peter Davison, quite suddenly. “Wouldn’t it be perfect? It’d be perfect, wouldn’t it?” The Four Doctors, he means. “Yeah, we’d go down a storm.” At conventions, I suggest. “I’m thinking bigger than that. We could be huge…”

“Worldwide domination,” whispers Sylvester McCoy, menacingly.

…..

“The hero has to be unmistakable,” suggests Colin Baker, “but that bad person can be anyone.” His voice drops to a whisper. “They might not reveal themselves. You know what I mean?”

“There’s just more room there,” says Paul McGann, “with a baddie, you know?” Does it ever get a bit dull, then, playing a do-gooder like the Doctor? “I don’t know if he is a do-gooder – in considering, for example, how he was exiled from his homeland. He has a bit of a record. He’s a bit erratic and – what’s the word?”

“Eccentric!” offers Peter Davison. “He could be your uncle, who’s the black sheep of the family, who all the children love and the parents disapprove of.”

“I was going to say ‘fractious’. I mean, sure,” Paul says, “he’s a force for good, and he understands that, and doesn’t mind admitting it, but they never call if good. No one ever talks about ‘good’ and ‘bad’, or ‘good’ and ‘evil’, do they? I mean, there’s never quite that, sort of, quasi-religious thing going on. No, it’s just power corrupting and fights around the universe.”

Peter says: “He’s definitely anti-authority in many ways.”

“That’s why I’m attracted to him,” joins in Sylvester, “and I think why other people are as well.”

….

“Is Paul being regenerated?” frowns Sylvester McCoy, leafing through his script. “Is this the end?”

“Yeah. We decided that’s it.” Gary Russell grins. “We don’t want to do Doctor Who any more. That’s it, it’s finished now.”

“Richard E Grant,” persists Sylvester. “Is he not taking over?”

“Richard Who?” Gary laughs. “No, doesn’t mean anything to me!”

“Yes, well, when people have said to me, ‘Who do you think would make a good Doctor?’, I’ve often said Richard E Grant,” insists Sylvester. “He may be a touch young, but he’s definitely the right kind of eccentric, quirky character. Knowing that people want a younger Doctor, he’ll fit the bill really well, won’t he?”

“And he’s quite well-known in his own right,” says Peter Davison, “so I don’t think he’ll get lost in it – unless he becomes the television Doctor. In that case, it won’t swamp everything he’s doing, but it’ll change his life quite dramatically, I should think. He knows what it’s like to have a fanbase thing, because of what Withnail and I brought him…”

What advice would they give the new TV Doctor? “I wouldn’t presume to give anybody any advice,” declares Colin Baker.

“Why should we help him?” grins Paul McGann. “To hell with him!”

In studio, Gary Russell and Lalla Ward are debating whether Romana would use the word ‘poppycock’. “You’re right, Lalla. It should, of course, be ‘affirmative’. But you did enjoy ‘poppycock’, didn’t you?”

“I loved poppycock!”

“Let’s keep it, then. Maybe you could just - ”

“A bit more ‘poppy’ and a bit less ‘cock’?”

Gary Russell sighs. “It’s going to be one of those days, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t even ravished the universe yet,” bemoans Paul McGann.

“I’ve got two hearts,” Lalla boasts. “I don’t need to ravish anything!”

…..

“There’s a jokey rivalry. Yeah, of course there is,” says Peter Davison, when asked about working with the other three Doctors. “It’s like any actor with another actor, really. When we meet up, it’s not for real. And we do put it on a bit.”

Colin Baker says: “And there’s probably an underlying rivalry that we don’t acknowledge – you know, he has that script and I don’t…”

“A shorthand between any group of people that work together is to be rude,” continues Peter.

“It’s a very British phenomenon, that. You insult your workmates,” says Colin, “and that means you like them! The people you don’t insult and have a go at are the ones that you actually don’t like, so you don’t want to get involved in anything with them. Of course we have a go at each other and take the mick. We’re all terribly disrespectful!”

…..

“Actually,” says Nicola Bryant, scanning through her next scene, “this makes a lot more sense than the last scene I was doing…”

“It isn’t supposed to make sense,” cries Gary Russell, poking his head out of the studio door. “The only bits that make sense are the bits that Alan Barnes wrote. All of my bits make no sense at all!”

Colin Baker says this: “I mean, Zagreus – it’s so labyrinthine and so clever, and, even though there are bits that I don’t understand, I know that I will understand them when I listen to it. It deals with huge issues about the nature of the Time Lords and their history and their future – entirely appropriate for a 40th anniversary.”

“It’s very weird,” says Paul. “That’s nice. It’s good when it’s weird.”

“It’s quite a milestone,” says Peter Davison, “I see no reason why it shouldn’t go on and on. I think it’s rather nice. I can’t think of many shows that have reached that milestone. And like anyone else, I want to know what happens next…or before…or alternatively…or as well. It fills in a lot of gaps.”

……

“I like the Doctor,” concludes Paul. “He wears his background, and he wears his solitude sometimes. He’s a little bit, for some people, hard to get to know, and definitely, for others, hard to get to like. There are the complexities there that we come across daily. But there is, of course, the hero aspect of him – from time to time. He’s the white knight. It goes in and out – he can be very, very good and very, very bad. I’d hate it if he were always the sword of truth and justice – a cleansing agent. It’d be boring. It’d just be boring. It’d be Borax, in fact, folks!

“It’ll be interesting to see what happens next…”

[captainsimagines]

pretty woman, this is me trying || three

Summary: Bucky Barnes does not like to be touched. He’s completely ready to live a distant life and give up when the time is right. Until Stark hires him his own personal pretty woman. Over time, Bucky Barnes begins to learn how to touch again. How to feel again. How to love himself again.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female SexWorker!Reader

Trope(s): Holiday Fanfic ; Slow-Burn ; Friends to Lovers

Based on the Song(s): sweet nothing by Taylor Swift and Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls

(3/14)

Mini-Series

Warnings: references to past sexual abuse; strong language; references to sex; reference to past trauma

Word Count: 2,390+

Author’s Note: Steve isn’t going to be evil, I promise. Oops. xxMoni

~

    You entered through a different entrance today. One less guarded and one that didn’t full-body screen you.

You dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans with a puffy sweater to protect from the cold. Unsure of where to go after entering, you wandered around the visitor center for a few minutes.

No one looked at you funny. They had a nametag ready for you and a cup of coffee. You were treated spectacularly well by the secretaries and random agents you passed. Perhaps they didn’t know your occupation, perhaps they did. It’s hard to believe they’d act the same way with Natasha Romanoff.

Then again, Natasha Romanoff would skin them alive before an insult was even thought.

“You lost?”

Oh, fuck. Oh, shit. It was Steve fucking Rogers. Steve fucking Rogers was talking to you.

“Uh, yeah. I’m looking for Bucky Barnes.”

Something strange flashed in his eyes. You swear his chest puffed out a little more and a guard went up. “What did you want with him?”

“He invited me over today. Something about taking a walk in the park.”

“Bucky doesn’t take walks in the park.”

“Bucky could have been talking in code for all I know. But he does know I’m coming.”

Steve stepped closer, crossing his arms. “I know his codes.”

You did your best not to cower, but he was so much bigger than you. One push and you’re certain he could pop one of your main arteries. “Can’t you just call him?”

“We have a roster of all the known visitors. If your name isn’t on the list, then you’re not allowed up. So let me go check—”

“It’s alright, Rogers. I invited her. Don’t pull the shield on an innocent.”

Bucky emerged from the hallway in that famous sweater and leather jacket combination you’ve seen him wear in paparazzi photos. But since it was actively snowing outside, his hair was down. Down and wavy and freaking conditioned.

“See, Captain Rogers? I wasn’t about to blow up the building.”

Steve looked you up and down, sneering for a second before it turned into something kinder. Was this the famous Captain America? Rude and overprotective? You understand that you’re a stranger and Bucky Barnes wasn’t a person to venture out all that often, but did you look menacing? Was there some kind of sign hanging over your head that read: Evil Hooker?

Or.

Steve never mentioned you being a hooker. A sex worker, even. Nothing of the sort came out of his mouth. He actually believed you to be Bucky’s… friend.

So Tony Stark and Bucky were the only ones who knew about this deal. Well, and Pepper Potts and Maria Hill. It made this whole thing a lot more comfortable. You didn’t really want the Captain America knowing you were hired to “fuck” his friend.

“Where did you meet?”

Bucky grumbled something incoherent underneath a heavy breath, glaring at his friend as he rushed to stand next to you. Not touching, but still… protective. And that little detail made you feel ten times greater than the star-spangled man.

“We met last week. At the bakery down the road. Now if you’ll excuse us,” Bucky explained, tilting his head for you to follow him. He began walking back to the hallway he came from, not sparing another glance over a shoulder. You met Steve’s eye—his incredibly judgmental eye—and gave him a tight smile.

“Bucky usually tells me about girls,” Steve interrupted you mid-step, speaking low enough that not even the super soldier ahead of you could hear.

“I don’t know your relationship,” you reasoned.

“No,” Steve sighed, looking you up and down again. “You don’t.”

You squinted at the man, suddenly angry, but you did yourself a favor and reeled in the frightful emotion. He had a shield and super strength, but the ball forming in your stomach had every indication of barreling through those things. Being looked down upon by men did something to you. It made you vicious, and rightfully so. A sort of viciousness that turned light blue to red and urged you to claw downward.

“It was nice meeting you, Captain.”

You turned on your heel, head held high, swallowing the neanderthal rage pounding through your veins.

    Bucky really liked milking the fuck out of the heater. Your cheeks were hot and you were starting to sweat in your boots.

“Tea? Coffee?”

“You got bread?”

Bucky, looking away from you,  paused. Quite comically, you might add. He lowered the coffee pot and turned around, one eyebrow high and lips threatening to widen into a grin. “I have bread.”

“And butter?”

“I’ve got bread and butter.”

“Good, because I’m starving.”

Bucky pulled out a long roll of French bread—freshly baked—and removed the packaging. He sliced a few pieces, piling them in a small basket. Then he got some packaged butter from the fridge. Not just any butter. Those tiny packets of butter from Panera. Dozens of them.

“You’re my favorite Avenger.”

Bucky snorted, buttering a piece of bread for himself. He stood while you sat on one of the barstools, buttering your own piece as well. “All it takes is to feed you, huh?”

“Well, when I asked for bread and butter, I was expecting you to toast some wheat bread and pull out the margarine.”

“Never. This is my favorite peasant dish. Might as well have fresh ingredients.”

You covered your mouth, laughing softly. “A peasant dish, huh?”

Bucky shrugged. “My Ma used to make this. But sometimes she’d head down to the Puerto Rican stores and buy some tortillas. I’d eat them with butter and jelly.”

“Please tell me they were flour and you at least heated them up.”

“I am not as uncultured as I look.”

Now that made you grin big.

You two ate in a comfortable silence, awkward questions stored for until after your stomachs were full. In the meantime, you glanced around Bucky’s apartment. You noticed things you didn’t have the time to notice yesterday.

Small accents on the walls: drawings, picture frames, and hanging ornaments. Drawings Captain Rogers most likely drew. Pictures that only showed Bucky, Steve, and Sam. Ornaments that didn’t have Christmas accents exactly, but rather the names of each individual Avenger. Like those Avengers made the ornament themselves. It was a personalized apartment, after all. Like Bucky valued his personal space and wanted it to be comforting when he returned from a hard day of battling the bad guys.

Kind of like you.

Your apartment was full. Like, literally. Counters full of picture frames, Etsy art, sweaters strung randomly. It was homey and warm, made to be welcoming.

You wonder if Bucky feels the same: Like more will never be enough.

“We can play 20 questions! Though, it might get kind of boring unless we search up the question chart—”

“I don’t like being touched.”

You paused, mouth wrapped around a strangled syllable. Something cracked in your throat before you cleared it, the remnants of the end of a word. “Alright, straight with it. Got it.”

“I was tortured and brainwashed and abused and sexually assaulted while in Hydra custody. That’s why I’m comfortable with hiring you. You have a choice, and you give me a choice. The two go hand in hand.”

You wanted to say something. Anything. But nothing especially intelligible sprang to mind.

“And don’t apologize or tell me, ‘Damn, that sucks.’ I’ve heard enough of it throughout my two years of freedom.”

“Then I’m drawing a blank.”

His lips twitched, but he continued, “Just… Be normal with me. Just don’t touch me.”

“No touch at all? What if I have to push you out of the way of a moving car?”

He made a noise resembling a chuckle. “I’d probably survive it.”

Not even to save his life? Alright, you can work with that. This man simply wanted companionship and you were an expert in that, too. Kendall enjoyed touching your waist or holding your hand during dinner, kissing you on the cheek or hugging you for too long. But he was, first and foremost, seeking company. And since this Christmas Ball called for nothing more than your company, everything was settled.

“And don’t get me wrong,” Bucky started, looking pained as he spoke. “I want to… I just…”

“Bucky,” you said, keeping your voice soft. “Is there something else you want to ask me to—”

“I want to learn how to touch people again. For them to stand near me again. To not… panic when someone raises a hand for a fucking high-five.”

You nodded, somewhat understanding. “It’s a gradual process. Some of the girls who experienced abuse while working or by monogamous partners described it that way.”

“Do I just need to get used to it?”

You shook your head. “It’s more like… Reminding yourself that sweet touches exist, too. That casual touches are just that. Casual. That accidental touches are bound to happen.”

“Tricking my mind into it.”

“Perhaps. But then again, it won’t be a trick that far down the road. It will be real.”

Bucky grumbled, looking down at the counter. Ideas were flying around in your head. Things to get him reacting well to you being around, the smallest of jump scares, ideas for the softest touches.

But this wasn’t just any client. This was Bucky Barnes. World War Two veteran, prisoner of war, war hero, Avenger.

That was who you were trying to help.

And you had the perfect method for introduction.

“Up for a walk?” you suggested, hopping off the barstool and grabbing your purse.

Bucky stood slowly, raising an eyebrow. “To where?”

“The fun is in the surprise!”

Bucky Barnes looked you up and down, assessing, but ultimately took a chance. He followed you out of the apartment, locking the door behind him.

And that alone was an achievement.

He followed you.

You would not fail him now.

~

     “Keep up with me!”

Bucky tried his best to keep the rumble of his laugh minimal. He wanted to be nice, to make this experience comfortable for you, too. But he didn’t want to seem overeager—What if you took it the wrong way? What if you expected something from him? So Bucky did his absolute best to not smile fully, to keep his laughs low, to keep his hands in his pockets.

He jogged to catch up, nearly slipping on ice. He doesn’t know how you haven’t fallen and face planted yourself. You were wearing running shoes—Bucky, and he has been chastising himself since you arrived at his front door, completely assumed you would be wearing heels. Everything he knows about sex workers is unbuttoned blouses and shoes too difficult to walk in. But then again, there are the ones who make their income on the internet.

You twirled and clapped your hands together, looking up at the sign that blinked through the layer of freshly fallen snow.

And Bucky made it a goal to google everything about sex workers in the modern age, because he feels like he should be punched in the face and spit on.

Oh.

Bad thing to think about right now. Bucky never liked when that happened to him back then.

“You want to get used to touch again? Start here!”

The Manhattan Kennel.

“Animals?”

You snorted, pulling open the door. Bucky raced to hold it open for you, internally cursing that you weren’t more careful.

“You can’t just barrel into someplace without assessing the possible threats!” Bucky whispered-screamed as close as he could to your ear. He understood that it was just a kennel… But to not search for threats ahead of you? Bucky takes it upon himself to do just that.

Two workers behind the counters, both male and in their early thirties. Surrounded by what looked like parrots and turtles—

“You think I, as a hooker, don’t look for threats?”

Bucky blinked, swallowing the embarrassing lump in his throat. You continued, “Two males, both of which look like they could carry me out easily. My purse has pepper spray and a pocket knife. I know how to break a nose with the heel of my hand. The dude on the left has a broken leg, by the way. And I’m pretty sure the one on the right is eyeing you instead of me.”

“Welcome to the Manhattan Kennel! How can we help you both find your lifelong friend?” the man on the right said, his voice a little higher-pitched than Bucky was expecting.

“Exactly,” you finished.

Bucky turned to you, hoping his equal amount of disbelief and proud astonishment were visible.

So he underestimated you. Okay. Bucky was thinking of kicking himself in the ass later, anyway.

“Do you have an area where we can sit and have the little angels run all over us?” you asked.

“Right up here,” the worker responded, as if that was a common request.

Was Bucky going to react well to this? Hell if he knows. He’s never exactly interacted with animals after his time with Hydra. They don’t incite the same amount of discomfort he usually feels when a human being stands near him. And Sam held a Veteran Dog event just last month—not that Bucky went, but he did see them being led into the compound.

But this did seem like a good idea. In theory. At least you weren’t touching him.

“We’ve got a mix of dogs this season. Big ones, little ones, fluffy mates, seniors, puppies—Was there any kind you wanted to look at?”

You turned to Bucky, your eyebrows raised sweetly and doe-eyes waiting for an answer. Were your eyes naturally that big?

“Um,” Bucky stuttered, swiping a nervous hand down the back of his neck. His metal fingers got caught in the loose strands of his hair-bun. “The seniors sound nicer.”

“Perfect!” the worker cheered, “Just make yourselves comfortable in the green playpen and I’ll have about five dogs come around right now.”

The worker exited, leaving the two of you alone. Bucky created a respectable distance, clearing his throat uncomfortably as you obviously pretended not to notice.

“Do you like dogs?” you asked.

“Never really gave it much thought.”

“Really? I like both dogs and cats. I love all animals equally. I don’t segregate.”

Bucky chuckled, wiping his bottom lip softly. “You mean, discriminate?”

“That, too.”

“Are you looking to adopt one today?” he fished, kicking an invisible pebble with his left foot. Looking down at his feet calmed him a bit.

“Don’t have the space. I’d love to adopt a tiny, little Shih Tzu, though.”

That pulled a small smile to his lips. “You look like someone who would twin with a small dog.”

“You’re not far off. I’d match Christmas sweaters and everything.”

He was in the middle of imagining you squeezing a Shih Tzu sized head through a doggy sweater when the shelter worker returned, clicking his tongue in a call to the dogs behind him. Several older dogs, white around the mouth and eyebrows, came barreling through the small gate. They ignored him at first, finding their own scents much more interesting. But they took notice the moment you fell to your knees, squealing in excitement and comments of sweet praise. Three dogs, a golden retriever and two corgis, barreled into you. Licking in eagerness, barking with elation, searching for your hands so they may pat their heads and tickle their ears. You obliged wholeheartedly, deciding to lay down and take the rushed steps to your stomach, your chest. You laughed and awed, nowhere close to stopping, in a strange and soft element.

You were on your back with weight on your chest, and you weren’t screaming in terror. You were reaching out and fluffing hair on the top of the dogs’ heads, and you weren’t breaking any fingers. Your clothes were being pulled and scratched at, but not torn off.

You were happy. Pumped with glee and spirit.

It damn near made Bucky tear up.

“You want to pet some?” the worker asked, staying by the gate. There were two other dogs drinking from the water bowls in the corner, minding their own business. The chihuahua drank and drank, while the other—a German shepherd—stared at him. The dog tilted his head, his tongue slipping out quickly to swipe at his nose. He made no move to approach Bucky. He just stared, interested, and kind.

Bucky hesitated, glancing over at you for a signal. You turned toward him, grinning from ear to ear, holding one of the corgis to your chest. You didn’t seem to mind the fuzzy butt near your neck.

“It’s up to you,” you clarified, doing your best to shrug. “But this would be a good first exercise.”

You didn’t divulge more information than needed in front of a stranger. The worker made no indication he had even heard at all. So Bucky lowered himself down to his knees, then onto his bottom, crossing his legs in an easy pretzel. He removed his gloves, breathing in long, calculated breaths. Preparing himself to be trampled—with paws, not with boots.

The German shepherd inched closer, curious, his beautiful brown and black coat mesmerizing Bucky. It had been a while since Bucky had seen a German shepherd. Last time was during the war. Steve had just returned with a small, rescued unit and gave his tent over to an injured sergeant. The man, who Bucky recalled as having the most gorgeous green eyes, had given his cot to his equally injured dog. With a horrid gunshot wound in his shoulder, the soldier sat on the cold, forest floor and wrapped his dog’s leg. Bucky hadn’t questioned him, hadn’t spoken much to the soldier, really.

All he remembered about that encounter was saying, “Describe the landscape of where you were held captive,” and the soldier replying, “This rascal probably remembers better than me.” Bucky couldn’t actually ask the dog the same question so he nodded his thanks, and never saw the dog or the soldier again.

Bucky figured it was safer to hold his flesh hand out first—safer for the dog. He highly doubted he would lose a finger to a dog with half his original teeth. The dog sniffed, nuzzling his nose in Bucky’s palm, groaning softly. Bucky released a shaky breath, one that hurt a little as it exited his lungs, but he sat still. He sat completely frozen, not risking moving, because this was the first time someone or something had touched him without him freaking out in a long time.

A paw repeatedly brushed against his knee, telling him to do more than just offer out his hand. So Bucky turned his hand over, rested it on the dog’s forehead, and pet him.

Then he used both hands.

Close to sobbing now, Bucky buried his face in the dog’s neck. The dog did the very same.

“Bucky?”

Bucky hummed, pulling the heavy dog closer.

“Did this make you happy?”

Bucky breathed in the mix of dust, dirt, and—weirdly enough—tortilla chips, that made up the dog’s coat. Honest in his answer, Bucky barely nodded as he mumbled, “It feels good to be hugged again.”

~

[biscutlovingbitch]

♡Opposites attract like magnets♡

Eddie Munson X reader, use of she/her prounouns, no use of y/n, fluffier than cotton candy, Billy Hargrove makes a guest appearance, mean!Billy, pushy!Billy, very emotional I got a little carried away 😬. Somewhat proofread, but I was tired when I did, so if there's any spelling mistakes, ignore them 🙏😭, no warnings.

Brief explanation: Eddie and you have English together, you love reading and English but the class it's self is boring until you have to pair up with Eddie Munson since your usual partner wasnt there, one thing leads to another and you both end up falling In love ❤️.

Eddie knew you from school, you were in his English class. The English class that he was failing, but that was all he knew about you. He knew that you liked art and even that your idea of fun was reading, but that all changed one day.

You had to do a partner assignment for a new book that the class was reading, some old Shakespeare it was always interesting for you to see how far literature had come, so you didn't mind it. This day, in particular, your usual partner was sick and out of school, so you had no other choice but to pair up with the one and only dreadful and full of hate Eddie Munson.

It was no surprise that the supposed "devil worshipper" who wore leather jackets and played dungeons and dragons was failing practicly every class. You didn't want to pair up with him but if anything you could help him try to graduate, although that's a bit of a stretch you wouldn't mind.

"Hey can I be your partner?" Eddie said reaching out to tap you on your shoulder. "Oh uh yeah that would be fine, there's not really anyone else so... yeah" you say turning around in your seat to look at him smiling a little. You know for being called evil his whole life he sure had some kind eyes.

You took the whole class period to sit and talk about the book, which he had no recollection of, probably because he dozed off every time the class read it. "I can't help it. It's just so boring with all the old-timy words. What do they even mean?" He said, trying to defend himself. "Well, if you paid attention, maybe you'd know what they meant," you said with a bit of a snarky remark. "I just don't know if I can force myself to read this trash," he said, tossing the book across the desk at you. "It's not trash! It's an important piece of English literature, which then again you'd know if you didn't constantly doze off!" You raised your voice slightly so he'd get the point that you weren't messing around. "Jeze princess, I didn't know this was something you were so passionate about," he said, putting his hands up in defense. "Well, it's not... it's just... never mind, forget it, " you said, crossing your arms a little mad still.

Later that day, you heard of an after-school art club that you wanted to see. You walked down the empty hallways, and it was silent until you herd "HA YOU REALLY THOUGHT YOU COULD KILL ME?!" In a sort of gremlinish voice, although it didn't sound normal, you knew of only one person that could have sounded like that. As you rounded the corner and slightly cracked the door to the drama and theater room, you saw him. Sitting on a throne looking down at a table and surrounded by what looked like lowerclassmen, Eddie was grinning from ear to ear. "Nobody can kill Vecna," he whispered lowly, almost to the point where you couldn't hear him.

Oh my god you where staring "oh I've got to get out of here" you said to yourself as you walked quickly out the exit, maybe you'll check out the art club some other time. On your walk home it started to rain, of course you were only wearing a T-shirt, jeans and some sneakers. "Oh shit of course this happens today" you say as your on the verge of tears, if you would have known it was going to rain you would have at least brought an umbrella or maybe even had worn something waterproof. Not even 10 minutes later, you hear tires screeching down the road towards you, but before you were able to turn around, you heard an unfamiliar voice. "Hey there, beautiful need a ride?" Who could that be Eddie? Or Steve?, but as you went to turn around, it was neither. Oh my, it was even worse than you thought. It wasn't Eddie or Steve but Billy?

"No, I'm perfectly fine walking, thank you," you said as you started to walk away and shiver. "Oh, c'mon, your hairs a mess and your makeups running just let me take you home?" He says as he slowly speeds up to talk with you. "No, I said I was fine. Besides, I don't have any money to pay you with," you say, trying to sneak him off your tail a little bit, but he didn't take the bait. "Oh don't worry about that, I'm sure we can work out another form of payment" that jerk was smiling, after suggesting that he was smiling even though he knew how you felt about that. "No really Billy I'm good." You're walking a little faster now as his car speeds up. "This isn't over!" He said as he was speeding down the road.

When you arrived home nobody else was there, there was never anybody else there. You lived in a small neighborhood close to an even smaller trailer park. Your parents both worked graveyard shifts and your little brother had soccer practice so for a good 2 hours it was just you. You usaly would just go up to your room and start studying but since you where soaking wet from the rain you decided that it might be best to take a bath before.

You had grabbed some tea from the kitchen and a book from your room, you lit some candles and put some bath pearls in the tub. It was decadent it almost felt like you where in luxury spa enjoying a day of relaxation.

Although your day had been bad, there was always a turnaround. After you got out, you went to your room, where you glanced at the tiny white figurines on your desk. The imperfect details on a perfectly blank slate. You got your supplies out and started to paint. You could do this for hours. Taking time to do every little brush stroke with your paintbrush that was only a few fine hairs sculpted into a flexible point. You had started with two little interlocking angels. They had magnets in the arms to whenever they got close to each other, they'd snap together. Although you were having fun, something was on your mind, and you'd wished you had another. As you sat down the angles for the night, you heard your brother get back. Swiping off the tears on your face, you walked down the hall to greet him.

"I'm so hungry..." he groaned out, acting like he was keeling over. "Oh boo hoo, get up. You're not dyeing," you said, walking past him and kicking him slightly. "And what if I was, you would have just kicked a dead person feel good about that hmm?..." he said as he got up. "Yeah, yeah, what do you want? We got a hungry man meal, some leftover steak from last night, or some spaghettio's?" You said as you scoured the cupboards and fridge. "I would be okay with some spaghettio's, I guess," he said with a bit of a grossed out look on his face. "Alright dude thats all we got, so you either man up and eat what we have or starve it's your choice, "shrugging your shoulders and taking a drink of your tea. "I guess I could eat that steak, but only if it doesn't have like worms in it," he said, shivering like the temperature had suddenly dropped to below freezing. "I promise it only had like one worm in it, you'll love it," you say, smiling as you start to cook dinner.

As the night started to unwind your brother fast asleep in his room and you finishing the page you where on in your book your mind started to wander. You didn't want to think about a boy this late at night but you couldn't help it. Eddie really wasn't that bad was he? I mean I've always seen him be so nice to everyone why does he get such a bad rep? You thought to yourself. Well if he's not a bad guy how would I find out? What if he's just tricking everyone? I'm not going to get any sleep if I keep thinking about this. You thought as you turned off your lamp and drifted off to sleep...

It was 7:00 the next day and you had approximately half an hour to get ready. You had accidently slept through your alarm and jumped out of bed. You just through on some old clothes that where hanging up in your closet and rushed to the bathroom. "Goodmorning dad!" You said rushing through the kitchen. "Morning sweetie" he said groggy and tired. "Can I barrow the car today?" You say as you stop at the door and turn to face him. "Sorry your mom picked up a double shift" he said walking towards his bedroom. "It's okay love you dad!" You said running out of the house. Your backpack hitting you with every step landing on the pavement. "Why do I do this to myself" you said as you ran though the short cut in the woods. As you where running through the parking lot of the trailer park you almost got hit by a loud obnoxious van. Heavy metal at 7 in the morning what's wrong with you. You think to yourself as you try to catch your breath. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I didn't hit you did i?!" You recognized that voice, when you looked up you saw a very tired looking metal head running full speed towards you. "Ahhh" you scream and put your hands in front of you. "Jesus I didn't mean to scare you" putting his hand on your shoulder. "Well you should really watch where your going next time, thanks to you I'm going to be late!" You say storming off. "I can give you a ride y'know as like a ticket of your forgiveness?" He said trying to convince you, you where about to say no but you smelt that all too fimular sent of rain and saw the overcast sky's above you. You didn't want to but your body worked against your mind, turning and walking back to his van.

"After you" he said after he ran to the passenger side door just to open it for you. "You know I usaly don't get in vans with strangers" you said crossing your arms and looking out the windows as rain droplets started to form. "Yeah, i dont think most people do" he said looking over at you and laughing. With tired eyes he looked almost even more kind, this damn guy wouldn't even hurt a fly if he had to, what was all the talk about him being the spawn of satin? You thought, "psh yeah whatever" you scof and turn away from him.

The drive to school was quiet, other than the music that was blaring through the speakers. "Can you turn it down?" You yelled over the music, but he was too content on the guitar solo to even bother listening to you. "EDDIE!" You yelled, now that got his attention. "What?" He said turning down the volume only after the solo. "Nothing just wanted you to turn it down a little. Thanks" you said looking at him as he was driving. You know you never realized just how handsome he really was. Nope nope that's not happening, you didn't like him he was just your partner for a week and that's all. You had to talk yourself out of it.

"Hey um thanks for the ride I appreciate it" you said as you sat there in the van, with a few minutes to spare you decided to go to class. "Yeah don't mention it, I can take you to school more often if you'd like, or I guess if you'd need me too" he said smiling at you and taking off his seat belt. Even though you really wanted to not be late ever again you didnt even know if you could trust him. "I'll think about it" you said smiling and walking to the doors.

As you reached for the door handle you saw someone jogging towards the door behind you. "After you" he said opening the door and almost bowing. "Thanks" you said smiling, of course it was Eddie who else would it be? Not that you where mad, infact you where even a little happy to see him again. You think to yourself as if you didnt just show up to school with him. "Mind if I walk you to class?" He said looking as you with that little smile he always did. "Not at all" you replied trying to mimic the smile.

There wasn't hardly anyone in the halls or the classrooms, but you didnt mind. You got to your class and waited outside the door, you still had about 5 minutes to spare before the bell rang. "Thanks for driving me to school and walking me to class" you said looking down at your fingers and twisting your rings. "Yeah no problem anytime". You thought that he was just going to walk away but he didn't he just kept staring at you with those kind eyes of his.

The first half of school was fine until you got to English. Your usual partner was back and although you had already chose Eddie to be your partner you felt bad. You didn't want to abandon either of them, but even if your other partner didn't like that you where working with Eddie instead of her you kept working with him.

"Hey do you want to eat lunch at my table?" He said looking at you. You didn't eat in the lunch room you much preferred outside, not as much people and refreshing. "Well as tempting as that offer is I don't eat in the lunch room" you said putting the book down and quickly jotting down some notes, he hadn't taken any this whole time so you where trying to manage extra. "Oh that's alright, where do you sit if you don't mind me asking?" He said really not budging. "I sit outside, I like to look at nature and have a break from reality every once and a while" you say smiling a little bit. "That sounds peaceful, not my thing but still peaceful" he says starting to get up.

The bell rang and you walked outside to enjoy your lunch. You where just about to enjoy the fall breeze when all of the sudden you saw him, Billy again? This seems too strange twice in one week? You tried not to think much of it as you went to walk past him. "That is one he'll of an outfit you got on there bebe, smokin'" he said whistling at you as he leaned on his car in the parking lot. You tried to ignore him but his pestering just kept getting louder and louder. "Jeze what do you want from me?" You say turning around to see him about a foot away from you. "Nothing just want to take you out to dinner that's all" he said walking towards you and putting his hands on your waist. "Billy stop it, I already told you I don't like you like that now please leave me alone" you say trying to get out of his grip but he was strong. "Now now is that any way to talk to your prince charming?" He said leaning down to whisper in your ear. You kept trying to push him away but you where struggling, that was until you herd a voice "Hey get off of her man!" That fimulair voice yet again. "Eddie?" You bairly spoke loud enough for even yourself to hear but he herd. "Hey if you don't get off of her man I share to God I'll beat your ass!" He yelled out towards Billy and the rest of the parking lot herd it. "Oh yeah, is that so Munson?" Billy said letting you go and pulling you to his side as you desperately tried to get away. "Yeah right here right now!" Eddie yelled as he started walking towards Billy. Billy shoved you away from him and started walking towards Eddie, but before he got to him the principal walked out and was able to stop the fight before it even happened. "You'd dead the next time I see you Munson!" Billy yelled as he walked back tward his car and sped off.

The bell rang shortly after and you sat the rest of the day in silence. Every class you went to afterward you just sat in silence. Why would he do that, I mean why out of all people would he stick up for you? I'm glad he did but why? Did he like you...? No no he doesn't, he was probably just trying to save his ass because if it wasn't for you he wouldn't have a English partner right? You tried to convince yourself that that was the reason and nothing else, but that thought kept lingering in the back of your mind for the rest of the day.

As the last bell rang you started walking down the hall way to the art class that you had wanted to go to yesterday. You didn't know if there was another d&d meeting today but then again why did you care that much? "Hi hi welcome to the Art-teasinal, it's a name in the making" the leader of the group said smiling and kind of embarrassed. "Oh I see" you said trying to force a laugh but it was just to uncomfortable to do so. You stayed there for about an hour talking about all the late, great and up and coming artists. You enjoyed the class alot and even thought about coming back tomorrow but if you did then you wouldn't have bairly any time to paint your figurines. You would have to walk home which was almost 20 minutes away and then cook for your bother. You didn't want to but you did consider asking Eddie if he could drive you home after since all the clubs tend to end at the same time. You didn't want to be a burden though so you just decided to sleep on it and pick tomorrow what you wanted to do.

As you walked out in the parking lot, already getting dark because of the autumn season you looked at the sunset for just a moment. It was beautiful the shades oranges and yellows and the hues of blues and pinks all mixed together. It was ethereal to see, it felt like you had never even seen the sky before and it was hard to pry your eyes away. "Hey uh... do you need a ride home?" You herd that voice once again, it was Eddie. "Oh uh I wouldn't mind that if your okay with it" you said smiling at him.

God, she looked so beautiful, the way her features complimented the already beautiful sky. He thought to himself, it was hard to look away from you, but if he kept staring, it would get awkward, and he would never want to creep you out. "Yeah, no, it's not problem really" he said, smiling and laughing a little.

As you got in and buckled yourself you starred off into the distance at the sunset again, the sun now a small sliver peaking out from behind the mountains. It reminded you fo someone, someone who you've been getting a little to close to lately. "So why where you here so late?" He asked. "Why do you want to know?" You said smiling at him a little trying to rile him up. "Oh i-i just have never seen you here that late that's all" he said trying to hide the creeping embarrassment. "Well I was at an after school club" you said looking at the now dark sky above you. "Oh really that's rad" he said doing the devil horn that you had seen on the covers of magazines titled "devil worshippers living among us!". "So I have to ask you, what was the club?" He said seeming a little intrigued. "It was an art club" you said smiling at him and looking over to see his eyes staring back at you. "Nice I always knew that you where in to art" he said smiling only dropping the smile after he realized what he just said. "Oh really?" You said smiling. Oh shit what has he done, where you embarrassed? Uncomfortable? Grossed out by him? "Y-yeah I mean I always see you doing little doodles in your notebook in English so I just figured..." Oh god he was so screwed. "Oh I didn't know you payed that much attention to me" Oh shit he was done for. "Heh yeah I guess so..."

When he pulled into your driveway as suspected nobody was home yet. You thought about letting him in and getting to know him a little bit but before you could ask he asked. "Hey would you mind if I used your bathroom, I really have to take a piss?" He said turning off his van and shutting the door behind him. "Oh yeah no problem let me get the door for you" you said unlocking it and letting him inside. You should have cleaned, your little brothers dirty shoes where on the ground along with some sports equipment. "Sorry about the mess, I'm usaly the only one who cleans" you said feeling a little embarrassed. "What mess? If you think this house is messy never come over to my house" he said laughing. "Why?" You didn't get the joke. "It will kill you, probably give you a heart attack or something" he said laughing. "So the bathroom..." he said looking around the house. "Oh shit I forgot, it's the first door on the left". "Wow never herd you cus before, someone's got a bit of a sailors mouth on her doesn't she" he said laughing and shutting the door.

For the next minute you just starred at the wall thinking about how you could get him to stay a little longer just so you could have some company. Oh! you've got it you could ask him to study with you, I mean he was your study partner right? It wouldn't be that out of pocket.

"Hey thanks by the way, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to make it down that bumpy ass road back to my house with out pissing myself" he said walking out and laughing while zipping up his pants. You don't know why but thay made you feel a little flustered and you almost forgot what you where going to say before he was already right in front of you. "D-do you want to study?" You said yelling a bit on accident. "Uh didn't we already do that at school?" He said seeming a little confused. Oh shit of course it want going to work, you should have never even asked him. "Haha yeah never-ending just forget about it bye!" You said trying to walk past him to your room. "Well thay doesn't mean that we can't I just didn't know if you wanted to" je said walking towards you as you opened the door to your bedroom. "Why would I have suggested it if I didn't want to?" You said as you walked in, him fallowing after you. As you looked for your book you had forgotten that you left your figurines of the angles on your desk, painted and exposed for the whole world to see. As you tried to distract him from looking over on your desk it was no use, he saw them. "Woah what are these?" He said as he went to pick one up. Oh my god what was he going to tell everyone, that I'm some sort of loaner who paints figurines for a living because I'm not capable of love? That was a little much but for thr time it seemed right.

"T-those are my angles... well not mine I didn't make them but I- painted them" you said so embarrassed that you felt like you where almost on the verge of tears. "That's sick, you think you could paint something for me?" He said looking at you and smiling. He wasn't going to make fun of you? "Um s-sure I guess what is it?" You said walking over to him and looking at the angels in his hand. "So I play dungeons and dragons right, and so like we have these little figurines that we play with some time and I'm no painter like I literally have no skill, other than the guitar, but I would really appreciate it if you could" he said smiling even bigger and getting an ego boost just thinking about his guitar. "Oh sure that seems... ok" you said taking the figures from his hand and pulling them apart just to put them back together. "Woah really that's so nice of you, here I'll pay you" he said as he reached for his wallet. "N-no need, how about this. If you agree to take me to school in the mornings and take me home I'll do ti for free" you said smiling at your proposition. "Yeah that will work, I'll pick you up tomorrow at 7:30?" He said looking down at you. "Yeah that would be great"

And there you where smiling again, over a boy who was probably just being nice to you. You couldn't help but feel your heart beat a little faster when he would talk to you or even look at you. You knew that this was destined to be a great friendship weather or not it would last was the shitty part. "Oh um it's getting late I should probably go huh, I mean I don't want your parents to get the wrong idea" he said laughing and heading towards the door, still holding one of the angles, while you had the other, you walked him out and even said goodnight to him, you where falling quick.

The next morning as promised he was at your door step at 7:30 sharp. You where happy to see him but not so much your dad. "Who's this boy at our door?" He said trying to sound awake. "He's just a friend daddy nothing to worry about" you said as you kissed your father's cheak and walked out the door and got into his van. "Hey so um I accidentally stole this from you last night" he said holding the other angel. "I must have not realized that I had it still in my hand and I took it home" he said trying to give it back to you. "Eh you can keep it, to be honest I have so many others giving you one won't hurt the collection" you said smiling.

You where able to actually have time to get ready this morning so you put on a long black skirt and a matching top to pair with it. It was darker than your usual outfits but something made you feel giddy to wear it and see what Eddie thought. "D-do you like my outfit?" You said quietly to him. "Yeah looks metal" he said smiling at you. "Thanks I thought you'd like it" Oh shit. You didn't mean to say that out loud. "Oh y-you did" he said looking at the road again, he wasn't even smiling anymore he looked almost like he was concentrating on something. "I-i didn't mean to say that" you said looking out the windows and shielding you face from him, you wanted to cry but it would ruin your make up so you tried your hardest not too. But he saw you "Hey it's alright, I think you look really cute today" he said smiling again, his fave Turing bright red as he said it. You couldn't help but laugh at the situation and neither could he. "Y'knowschools stupid" you said which shocked Eddie he would never expect something like that to come out of your mouth. "Really I thought you liked school?" He said seeming confused. "Well I do but there's just so much you could do other than sit in a classroom for 8 hours a day" you said being able to look at him again. "But what is there in Hawkins to do though" you said sounding sad. "Well I know this pretty chill place in the woods if your up for it?" He said. "Well I mean I'd usaly say no to a stranger taking me into the woods" you laughed "Well I'm not just some stranger am i?" He said. "No, no your not."

You both decided that you where going to hang out at lunch and skip 5th period. The first part of the day was boring as always other than some stairs from your outfit change. All classes other than english, you used to be bored in that class too but with a newfound friend it wasnt that bad anymore.

You both sat at your desk and "talked about the book" when in all reality you where just talking about random stuff. It was the first day you hadn't read the book and it actually felt kind good, plus it was just a few pages that you would definitely catch up on later tonight. As the bell rang your stomach dropped and your heart started to flutter. You fallowed Eddie out into the woods near your houses and sat at a little dingy old picnic table. "Howed you know about this place, I've lived here all my life and I didnt even know?" You said looking up at the trees with the brown and amber colored leaves falling with every slight breeze. "Well, I dont usaly take pretty girls here, it's more of a trading type of place for me" he said smirking at you. What did he mean by that? Trading? Like trading what? You thought to yourself. "Oh that's interesting" you say laughing a little, you just realized that he called you a pretty girl. Your heart stopped a little then you thought did he actually like you or was he just saying that?. "So um are you usaly home alone after school?" He said sounding a little hurt. "Oh um yeah I-I am my parents work graveyard shifts and my brother has practice then sometimes he goes and plays with his friends" you said smiling. "Well if your ever bored I live right over there, he pointed to the trailer park and you could make out a trailer that had Eddie written all over it. "I live with my uncle and he works graveyard shift too so alone of the time it's just me" he said putting his hands out across the table and looking at you. "So I guess where in the same boat then" you said laughing and putting your hands next to his. "Yeah I guess so" he took this time to put his hands over yours slowly trying not to startle you. You didn't know if you could say something or take your hands back. As much as you could have tried it felt nice, his hands where warm in contrast to your cold ones. "So um did you want to go back to school after lunch?" He said. "Well not really now" you said laughing. "Good because if so were late" he said laughing.

You had never felt this close to someone before it was almost scary. You really liked him but you didn't want to say something you might regret so you stayed silent just looking into his kind eyes. "So um you can say no but I don't have d&d tonight and I was wondering if you wanted to come with me to Benny's?" He said looking as you bracing himself for if or when you said no. "Yeah, I'd like that" you said. "Really!" He said jumping up out of his seat and into the pile of leaves behind him. You laughed, you had never seen him this happy before and you had never felt this happy for someone before let alone yourself. You had completely forgotten about school and by now it would have been 6th period anyway so you just decided to keep sitting there and talking to him.

After you where dropped off you got ready, replying some of your makeup and putting on a dress instead of a skirt this time. It was a black silky type dress and it had rhinestones on the neckline, you loked beautiful. As you where finishing up on your hair, which you brushed and teased to make it more fluffy you herd a knock at your door. You raced to the door and opened it, it was Eddie and it looked like he even combed through his hair a little bit he smelt nice too mist have taken a shower. "Wow your beautiful" he said as he heald up some daisy's out towards you. "I-I didn't have time to go to the store and buy some flowers for you so I had to pick some I hope you don't mind" he sounded a little self conscious. "I love them" you said turning around to put them in a vase.

As you walked out the door you realized that it was maybe a little too cold to be wearing a dress. And maybe you where a little over dressed for a crummy little dinner. "You smell nice" you said quick and staring at the road. "M-me Thanks" he said sounding surprised even though before he had left he put one some of his uncles cologne, he thought as he fist pumped to himself. "Yeah no problem" you said smiling. As you got to the dinner you realized that you where overdressed but you dint care, as long as you had Eddie that was all you cared about. You had both sat at a booth and ordered your meals. Talking about your own lives and even about where your fascination with painting figurines came from, and you also learned lot about him. He had talked about his guitar before but you never really knew just how much he did like playing before now. He was cute when he talked about it, his eyes lighting up every time he said something he was passionate about.

"I really hope you had a good tike tonight, I sure know I did" he said smiling as he walked you to your front door. "I did, I think this has quite possibly been the best night of my life" you said turning towards him before your front door. "I liked it, I liked you" you said, it felt like the earth quit spinning for a moment. Like everyone else in the world had somehow mysteriously disappeared and it was just you too, as if you where floating alone in the universe with him and only him. He looked as if he felt the same. "This might sound a little weird but can I kiss you?" He said as he started to put one of his hands on your waist and the other on your cheek. "That doesn't sound weird at all" you said as you leaned in to close the gap.

The feeling that you felt was unimaginable. It felt like all of what you had previously described was just a tiny fraction of what you were actually feeling. You had never had your first kiss before, but it felt euphoric. It felt as if you and him were the only beings in the universe. "T-that was... wow, " you said, laughing a little bit, and so did he. He placed his forehead on yours and just heald you there for a while. You could have stepped away, but you didn't want to. It wasn't until you saw the porch light turn on that you realized that your little brother had already been home. "Whos there?" He said, opening the door only to see you and Eddie standing side by side. "Jeze dude, go back to bed," you said, cursing him for ruining the moment. "I should probably get going," Eddie said, turning towards you. "I'll see you tomorrow okay princess" you smiled and nodded at him as you went inside. You thought about him all night, and he thought about you too, your angle was sitting on your nightstand, and his was also. You could feel that he was staring at it when you were. But that's the one thing about opposites, they attract like magnets.

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A Halloweeny date

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When you and your boyfriend were getting to know each other, he asked you about your hobbies. Your answer was anything horror related.

He thought it was cute. Dating a tough girl who wanted to watch scary movies. But he couldn't expect the extent of your obsession. However, he was about to really find out.

A couple of weeks before Halloween, you showed up at his house with a huge smile on your face.

"Someone is happy to see me", he said.

"Oh my God! I have the perfect Halloween plan for us!!"

"Halloween? I've never celebrated it. Do you want to watch horror movies or something?"

Watch horror movies or something? Lame.

"What? No, we could do that every other day. We are going on a trip!", you said, beaming. And then proceeded to show him the leaflet of the little town you had found and that was the perfect spooky escapade for the two of you.

"A ghost town? Are you serious?", he asked, eyebrow raised.

"Yes. I've always wanted to do something like this. But all my friends and exes thought it was a stupid idea. You don't think it's stupid, right?", you said, puppy eyes ready to convince him.

"Tell me the whole plan".

He really couldn’t say no to your puppy eyes.

And so you did. You had it all planned to the last detail. 

First, you'll be going on a ghost town tour. Some of the locations looked stunning, and perfect to turn your IG feed into spooky perfection. Then, you'll go to the cabin you had rented in the middle of the woods. That was the perfect place for all the other activities planned. But you didn’t share many of those details with him yet, wanting to surprise him. 

"And maybe we can add a sexy spooky game to the list", you said to him.

"Yeah? What kind of game?", he asked you. Hearing the words sexy and game probably made him forget everything else you mentioned.

"I'll think about it", you said, kissing him. "So, do you want to come?"

He sighed. "Ok, let's do this".

"Yes yes yes!!!", you yelled, jumping in his arms. “You are the best!”

**

“Where is this town? We've been driving for so long”, complained your boyfriend while you drove to your destination.

“Stop complaining! We're almost there”.

“Is it a ghost town because everyone that sets foot here gets killed?”, he said, looking outside at the scenery. “This looks a bit too creepy for my liking”.

“Of course it does. They make it look creepy to fit the theme. You really are terrible at spooky stuff”, you laughed.

When you arrived, you parked near the entrance of the tour. It all looked so good!

“Where are we staying? Near this area?”

“That’s a surprise!”, you said, kissing your boyfriend. “You won’t believe how amazing the place I rented is”.

And then took his hand so he would follow you.

“Ah!”, he screamed for the 10th time when a spiderweb touched his arm.

“Babe, you are overdoing it a bit”, you laughed.

“This is creepy. And I don’t like the feel of spiderwebs. It’s too dark and I can’t see them”.

“You are the one who said this was lame when we went to the first house and now you’re terrified”, you said with a smirk, you loved seeing him being such a baby. He was always the tough footballer. Well, it was your turn to be the tough one today. 

“That sexy game you promised me better be good”, he said, hugging you from behind and kissing your neck.

“You won’t be disappointed. Now take a photo of me in front of this. It's going to look so cool".

An hour later, you finally made it out of the last house and reached the shop.

“Should we buy each other Halloween presents?”, you suggested.

“That’s not a thing, love. No one buys Halloween presents”.

“We could make it our thing. Who cares about rules?”

So you ended up buying him a t-shirt, even though you knew it was you who’ll end up wearing it while you stayed at his place, and he bought you a skeleton necklace that you started to wear the moment you got out of the shop.

“Okay then. Time to go to our home for the day”, you winked.

“Should I be scared?”

“Of me? Never”, you said with an evil laugh.

"A cabin? In the middle of the woods?", he said when he finally saw your destination.

"Yes. Here no one will hear you scream".

"Ha ha".

But when you got inside he was actually impressed. The cabin was gorgeous and had a huge fireplace you were ready to use to set the mood and to help with the October chill.

"Aww, they bought everything I asked for", you said, checking the bags that were in the kitchen. “I’ll leave the best review when we leave”.

"What is that?"

"Ingredients for our cooking and some drinks for a game, maybe?", you said, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Oh, you are getting me drunk before killing me. So nice of you", he said, making you laugh. "This place is amazing. Slightly terrifying because we’re in the middle of nowhere, but amazing. Like you".

His compliment made you so happy. You put your arms around his neck to bring him closer so you could kiss him and let him know how much his words meant to you. 

"This is only sweets?", he asked, checking the bags.

"In the bags, yeah. There is real food in the fridge. Don't worry. I just thought we could make some homemade Halloweeny sweets. There are so many recipes online".

"Sounds fun. And I'm too far away from civilization for my coach to know".

"I'll help you burn the calories later", you winked.

You picked up a few recipes, including the marshmallow ghosts and some simple cookies also in the shape of a ghost that you could have fun decorating with the frosting. Kid's stuff but it's not as if you knew how to do much better when it came to baking.

"We can eat this while watching a movie".

"I thought watching a movie was a lame plan for today", he said.

"Just watching a movie is lame. But of course we have to watch one. I already picked the perfect one", you said, getting the DVD out of your bag and showing him the cover.

"Cabin in the woods? Really? Let me guess. It's about people in a cabin in the middle of the woods who get killed".

"Kinda. But it's not that great. Bit of a guilty pleasure, you know? And it's not that scary either. Oh, and it has Chris Hemsworth in it!"

"Really? Are we partially watching it because of him?"

"Nah, he doesn't even take his shirt off. That's the scariest part of the movie", you said, faking a shiver and making your boyfriend laugh.

"I'll take my shirt off for you", he said giving you a kiss.

"Much much better than Hemsworth".

Once you had your pizza and your sweets ready to be consumed, you moved to the sofa to watch the movie.

“Zombies? Really?”, said your boyfriend looking at you with a big smile. He told you many times before that the only movies he wasn’t scared of were zombie movies, so you picked that one as a thank you to him for playing along with all the other activities you had planned.

“Ok”, you said as the movie ended. “How about you get the fireplace going while I get everything ready for our game?”

“Ok…”.

You could notice his eyes following you. He was intrigued about what you had planned and you were really hoping he wouldn’t find it disappointing.

“So”, you started, putting all the things on the table. “I thought about doing a little quiz. And if we get the question wrong, we have to do something out of a few options”.

“I’m listening”.

“Well, just stripping was going to make the game end too quickly. We aren’t wearing much”, you laughed. “So that’s one of the options, which is highly encouraged if it’s you answering wrong. But also we could take a shot”, you said, showing him the tequila bottle. “Or we can do a little bit of drawing”.

“Drawing?”, he asked you, confused.

“Yes. I got this glow-in-the-dark body paint and thought we could paint each other. And then when we go to the dark for other types of playing…well, we’ll get to see our creations”.

“Only you could come up with that idea”, he laughed. “But I love it”.

Your smile was so big it almost occupied your entire face.

“But”, he said. “It can’t be a horror quiz because you’ll have a big advantage”.

“I thought about that too. I’ll ask you horror movie questions and you’ll ask me football questions”.

“You’re kidding”, he said, laughing so hard you frowned.

“I know. I know…I only know the name of your team and the stadium where you play. I’m the one at a disadvantage. That’s how much I love you. I could easily make it so I win and get to do whatever I want to you”.

“Oh, you’ll get to do whatever you want to me later”, he said, grabbing you by the waist and putting you in his lap before kissing you. “And I love you too. Should we start?”

You went back to your seat and put everything in front of you so it’d be easy to reach whenever you needed it.

“Ok, let’s start with an easy one”, he said, forcing you to make a face. “Kinda. Which team has won the most leagues in England?”

“Manchester City”, you said, remembering that was the team that won the last one. So they at least had one.

“No, Manchester United”.

“That’s what I said. Manchester”, you complained.

“City and United are not the same. It’s like…”, he thought of an example you could understand. “Like an original movie and a remake. Like the Nightmare on Elm Street one”.

That made you shudder. “And who’s the crappy horrible shouldn’t exist remake? City or United?”

“Depends who you ask”, he laughed.

“Ok, as a punishment for missing. Though I was very close, I must add. I’ll choose a shot!”

You licked the salt off your hand, took the shot and then saw your boyfriend with a lime wedge in his mouth. You laughed and crawled towards him to get the lime and then get a kiss too since you were already there.

“Your turn! Who’s the first character killed in the original Scream movie?”

“Oh, easy. Drew Barrymore’s”.

“Wrong!”

“What?”, he said, shocked. “It is her!”

“It’s her boyfriend Steve. Everyone forgets poor Steve. Your punishment?���

“I’ll take my shirt off”.

“Who won the last World Cup?”, was the next question for you.

“Eh…England? No, I would have noticed. Wait! Brazil!”

“Wrong, it was France”.

“Of course it was. Ok…how about you draw something on me?”

And so he moved you closer to him to try and draw a ghost on your thigh. The drawing itself wasn’t great, but he kept on tickling you with the brush and his fingers and made you laugh. He looked so cute all concentrated that you couldn’t help but give him little kisses. Even though he complained about you distracting him, you knew he didn’t mind at all. 

Forty minutes later, you were both sitting in just your underwear, slightly tipsy and with all types of drawings all over your body. After getting a Champions League question wrong, you asked for another glowy tattoo and so your boyfriend got to work. 

“Turn around”, he said.

“But I wanna see”.

“Turn around”.

And so you did. His cold hand moved from your neck all along your spine, making you shiver in the best way possible. When he got to your bum, he took advantage of you wearing a thong to draw on one of your bum cheeks. He gave it a little squeeze and a kiss when he was done.

When you turned back to face him, you stopped him from going back to his seat.

“You know. I’m tired of this game now, maybe we should move to the next one”.

“Should we go see how we glow in the dark?”, he laughed.

“Yeah…and to see how smudge-proof this paint really is”.

**

Hours later, you lay in each other’s arms and you couldn’t believe how happy you were at that moment. Today had really been the perfect day.

"Thank you for being such a good sport and putting up with all my weird tastes. No one has ever made me feel like I’m not a weirdo for liking what I like until I met you. It means so much to me", you said. 

"I have to love all of you, don’t I? Happy Halloween, my love".

“Happy Halloween”.

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Laws of Attraction ep 1

Oh gosh! Chan's so evil. I love him!

Ok, so there's something about Chan's upbringing and his parents that's a raw spot for him...

(Film and Nanon could play brothers. Evil brothers. That would be interesting).

Is this the guy from Chains of Heart? His laughter is familiar.

Chan looks shocked at the gun but I'd be surprised if this is the first time he's been shot at.

What in the world is this drop kick!?! Oh please! And the music for this 'meet cute' 😂

Poor Ton Khaw...surely it's the adults fault. They should know better, don't discipline the child.

Look, I know she's going to die, that she has to for the story, but dammit if it's making me angry already.

That car should have seen her. I thought it would be like she would step out into the road and be hit but that car drove behind her a good distance then ploughed her down. What the...?

Ooof. Ok, that got me. She was basically Tinn's daughter.

Wow, it's so dramatic. 😂 The music. The zoom ins. The expressions!

But also, yes! Bring down the rich politicians! (How does Tanthai have no remorse?! No guilt?!)

And t-shirts with slogans my beloved! "underground people" for the 'underdog'.

Please! Now Tinn's saved Chan twice...and we all know things come in threes...so will Tinn save Chan again? Save him from his evil life? Save him from the pain of his parents/upbringing that's fuelled the evil in his heart?

How can Chan say that smiling after all their flirting (telling Tinn he's the politician's lawyer).

TIDDIES! (@callipigio knows what I mean)

Oh. Is there a story in that flash...back?...flash...forward?...in the woods? That's Chan blindfolded, so is he being forced into evildom? And is it literal or metaphorical? Or is this some punishment for going against the rich baddies later?

Elephant pants my beloved!

Oh I love her. What a great way to get rid of people...and who knows, it being Thailand, they might just get sick from being wet!

Oh these two (Film/Jam) are so good! This show is so GOOD!

Hmm, I wonder of there's more to this accident than meets the eye... Was Tanthai actually driving? Was he fleeing something bigger? Is it to do with something shady his father is doing? The mystery is delicious.

Ugh the way the music keeps quickly fading out.

And what are these ties Chan's wearing! 🙈

Oh yes, you be scared. Our evil babygirl is gonna bring your ass down......but first he's gonna get beat up. Maybe deserved though.

Oh but Tinn didn't deserve that. And why is Chan there? Did Chan instigate that fight so that he could take Tinn home? Chan's going to use him as a pawn to get back at the politician, right?

Throwing the shirt to the camera?! I LOVE IT!

Okay. I'm HOOKED. It's so dramatic but juuuust on the edge before over the top. And I don't even mind the subs being odd. He's an auntie to his nephew? Yep, I'll buy it because the double mis-gendering cancels each other out, like a double-negative. And I can extrapolate most other weird translations. And I just love this evil babygirl who does everything wrong but can also do no wrong (Chan). And of course he's going to take down the even badder guys and gain a conscience in the process (and a hot boyfie). I love it. I really do.

[finalgirlkateausten]

Concussion Protocol

set after 9x09. established relationship carolyn/cam. cameron is grumpy about base concussion protocols, but not even dating the base CMO gets him out of it.

"Cameron. Cam."

His head hurts. His back hurts. He needs to get up and answer whoever's saying his name, but then again, moving seems like it'll likely also hurt.

Cold fingers stroke over his jaw. "Cam, I need you awake," a familiar voice wheedles. "Every two hours, remember? Need to make sure you don't have a brain bleed."

He grunts and shifts as he tries to remember why he would have a brain bleed, or put a name to the voice worrying over him. He catches a brief glimpse of Carolyn's face, soft brown eyes and dark hair falling over her face, before he's blinded by a flash of light.

Right. Evil superhuman. Getting thrown around by telekinesis all day. Being trapped on base for Carolyn's concussion protocol monitoring. Which means the brief light that's totally blinded him-- not to mention worsened his headache-- is her penlight.

"Pupils equal, round, and reactive?" he asks, his throat scratchy. He grins tiredly up at Carolyn at his show of field medicine he hasn't totally forgotten.

"You're a model patient," she confirms with a nod.

He rolls over to lay his head in her lap; she's sitting up against a pile of pillows that don't seem base-issue. "Thanks for letting me crash in your quarters, I wouldn't have gotten any sleep in the infirmary."

She hums. "And this way you're less likely to shoot whoever's waking you up for the two hour checks."

"You're too pretty to shoot," Cam agrees.

Her fingers are stroking down the back of his neck and over his shoulder, making him wish he wasn't wearing his t-shirt, so he could feel her hands on his skin. Then again, he's kind of cold.

"Why aren't we under the blankets?"

Carolyn giggles. "What, you don't remember sprawling out on top of all my blankets and then clinging to me like an octopus and declaring we just needed to-- what did you say? 'Pass the heck out already'?"

Cameron is glad it's too dark for her to see his blush. "Huh. Well, memory loss is a symptom of head injury."

"As long as it resolves within twelve hours, I'm not worried," she agrees. He hears her stifle a yawn and lifts his head.

"Blankets and then back to sleep?"

"For another two hours," she sighs. She has to get off the bed to pull back the duvet, and he misses the physical contact for the twenty seconds she's gone.

"Can I use you as a pillow?" he asks when she climbs back in and pulls the blankets over them.

He can see her smile as she kisses his forehead. Nobody's done that for him in a long, long time. "Of course," she answers easily.

Cam wraps his arms around her as he rests his head on her stomach. "You're amazing," he mumbles. "I might be in love with you."

"Oh, babe," Carolyn sighs, "come back to me when you're not concussed." And he guesses that's pretty fair.

"Mkay," he agrees. "G'night."

"Night, Cam."

At least when he wakes up in another two hours, he'll get to see her smile again.

[kathyprior4200]

Michael's Magnificent Musical

“Alright folks! Give it up for the king of all things bluuueee!”

In the Halo of Humility, a Christian rock concert was taking place that rivaled Gabriel’s entertainment venues. It was at New Jerusalem Stadium in Holy City. Despite Gabriel having fame for communication technology, theme parks and generosity, no one could beat the oldest archangel brother remaining in heaven, who loved to show off his muscular physique and heroic charm. Fans were dressed in blue clothing, blue hats and carried merchandise with gold “M”s on them. Several kids carried harmless toy swords that lit up with blue lights that appeared like flames. Every kind of angel was there: saints, cherubs, elves, seraphim, thrones, Cleansers, and even some Exorcists. More Exorcists posed and stood guard with angelic spears around the stadium like honored veterans.

“Heaven’s number one Archangel, God’s right-hand man himself! Protector of all and slayer of darkness!”

There were more cheers from the crowd. Docile, Tirred, Timmid, and Sunna all cheered in the stands, all of them wearing light blue T-shirts with white “M”s on them.

“The Virtue you all love most…Archangel Michael, ruler of Humility…and humanity!”

In a flash of light, Archangel Michael leaped forward and posed on the stage, wearing his signature blue armor, gold shoulder protective armor, gold boots, a gold helmet with red feathers in it and a sheathed sword. Fans swooned over his sleek short blond hair and charming white face that looked very similar to Lucifer. Michael was often called “the obedient counterpart of Lucifer,” by many. In his hands was a red and gold gem-studded electric guitar, with the top part glowing with harmless blue flames. More blue flames ejected from the stage, in the front and off to the sides. His halo was gold and blue and his six wings were sparkly white. His eyes would sometimes shift from blue to gold. Behind him were the “Holy Ghosts” band members with angelic instruments decorated with gold, gems, eyes, and white wings.

“Hallelujah, Heaven!” he called out, the crowd roaring in response.  Michael’s blue sigil glowed on the red curtains behind him. “Praise the Lord, Jehovah, Yahweh, and all that jazz! Can I get an amen?!”

“Amen, amen!” answered the audience.

“How are all you adherents doing tonight?!”

More cheers and “We love you, Michael!” from the crowd.

“I hope you’re ready for a spectacular show that you’ll remember for the rest of your afterlives!”

“Michael! Michael! Michael!” chanted the crowd.

“Right, I got lots of amazing things planned for you here tonight. But first, how many of you righteous devotees want to be strong heavenly defenders like me someday?”

A chorus of “Yes! Yes!” and “Me, me’s!”

“Well, I’m happy to announce that I will be starting a new training session where all kinds of angels will have the opportunity to show off their skills. Fighting, healing, properly judging sinners, and perhaps some performing! So many amazing events in one…like a triathalon but better!”

More applause from the fans and a triumphant lifitng of spears from the Exorcist guards.

“And just to let you know, even though I’m personally not a fan of the brutal torture methods of Hazbin Adam, the session will still be good for those who want some extra self-defense lessons and to see what being a heavenly warrior is all about. It’s about protecting our wonderful realm and showing true justice to mortals and immortals alike. No killing and torture is allowed, of course. The winner will get a chance to train with me for a day and a free protection blessing for their family! (In Heaven and on Earth of course, because due to the current structure of the Heavens, there’s not much we can do about saving Sinners in Hazbin Hell yet.)”

A brief silence with cricket chirping.

“But anyway, there’s always room for more esteemed eliminators of evil! The reward is worth the risk. Now, let’s start the show!”

Angels waved their arms and flapped their wings in excitement as more fireworks lit up the dim sky with teal and white sparks.

Michael played his guitar and flew into the air, doing ariel flips and tricks. He sang a song about justice, posing on the stage as the crowd stood up and clapped.

[obsoleteozymandias]

Heyy, here for that matchup exchange!

A resident evil matchup would be pretty cool, and I’m fine with any gender.

So, first things first, I’m a trans dude that uses he/they pronouns. Sometimes I’ll wear more feminine clothes, but a lot of the time I’m just wearing whatever’s clean. My wardrobe consists mostly of silly t-shirts, the occasional dress shirt, band merch, and just plain black t-shirts. Oh, I own a lot of black clothes. It’s pretty much the only color I wear. I also almost always have a hoodie/sweatpants on too because I’m insecure about my arms and legs.

I have this habit where if something bad happens, I’ll just go quiet for a couple hours. I also get overwhelmed by life so my eyes get all wide and I look like I’m about to cry lol.

That’s what I look like 😭

Anyways, I also have pretty bad depression/anxiety, but I’m fine as long as I take my medication.

Other than all that sad stuff, I’ve been told Im a pretty funny person. I enjoy seeing people smile and laugh because of my jokes. Sometimes im not trying to be funny, it’s just how I am. Like, when something starts to fall (or I think it’s gonna fall) I start to talk to it and maybe kinda yell at it. I also talk to myself a lot when I think im alone. Mostly things like reminding myself to do something or not to do something, but sometimes I’ll have full on conversations about how crazy I sound lol.

I really really like horror related stuff, so that’s something that doesn’t really bother me irl. Like, you could show me a picture of a pretty gruesome wound and I’d just be like “neato” or whatever. I also write—duh— and really like to read in my spare time.

As a lover im pretty affectionate (touch starvation for the win lol) and will bake or cook you anything you could ever want. You mention these cookies that seem really good? I’ve made them for you. You mention that your hungry? Five course meal has just been plated, sit and eat. Im also fiercely protective of people I care about. I won’t hesitate to hit a bitch if they’re being mean to my friends. On the topic of hitting people, it takes a lot to get me angry, and I’m apparently pretty scary when I’m mad. But, instead of arguing or making my anger known, I’ll just go to a room where it’s quiet and I can be alone to play music and calm myself down. I don’t like how I am when I’m angry because I get scared I’ll hurt someone.

Music is also a huge part of my life. I mostly listen to metal (it’s in brand for me if you’ve seen me irl lmao) but I have my guiltily pleasure songs. I also have a somewhat decent (?) singing voice. Idk man. I also dye and cut my hair compulsively because I think it looks cool. I may or may not do it in the middle of the night. I’ll never tell.

Uhh, I think that’s all? Thanks again and I’m sorry this is so long 😭

Bro you are relatable fr. Also thanks for doing this with me :D I love longer descriptions because they give me more to work off of!

== Resident Evil ==>

I match you up with…

Ashley Graham

Okay, I will admit, this is partially because of her skin in the RE4 remake. I won’t lie to you, bro. She’s definitely a scene/punk kid. 

But! That aside, I think the two of you could be an absolute power couple. 

Ashley is most attracted to your loyalty and maturity. She admires that you stand up for what you believe in, including your friends and people you care for. She’s also relieved to know that you aren’t afraid to get physical, since the idea of hitting someone scares her. 

On that note, you’re kind of like her knight-in-shining-armor. You’ll handle anything and everything she can’t stand (ex blood, guts, gore, physical stuff), and she’ll cheer you on from the sidelines. 

And she’ll shower you with kisses and hugs later. She calls your her prince/knight. 

She’s a very affectionate person, and she never hesitates to hug you or call you a cute name. In fact, she finds it delightful that she can be that cheesy around you. She loves that she can be herself around you. 

The two of you are also menaces when it comes to cracking jokes and puns. She’s there to pick up on your gags, and she throws them right back at you. The two of you even spend time together just baking and giggling about nothing important. 

She loves watching you cook and bake. She’ll just sit on the counter and observe you, and sneak in a kiss or two while you’re busy. Especially when you’re busy. You’ve burnt a bit of food because of this. 

Ashley is also a huge fan of music. She’s into pop and indie music, but also rock and, once you introduce her to it, metal. She likes how loud and powerful it feels. 

Ashley will absolutely help you dye and cut your hair - she does it all the time, too! She gets how sometimes emotions can be overwhelming, so you need to just do something expressive. She’ll add matching streaks in the both of your hair, and it's very cute. 

She also loves that the two of you can experiment with fashion together. She’s glad to have a partner who isn’t opposed to wearing some feminine clothing, or who isn’t afraid to express themselves through clothes like she does. 

Overall, you and Ashley are simply made for eachother. You compliment the best in one another everyday, and are a strong couple in my eyes. 

[septemberrie]

About It was just red and Battle lines: would you tell us a little bit about each characters' (fashion) styles? I usually don't care much about these things but your stories, especially the characters, are so real and dear to me that i feel like there's still more things i want to know about them 😊. If you could tell us or use pictures to show how the golden trio & co used to dress as teens or in later years (when they weren't in their uniforms lol), or Farah and Bloom in Battle lines (i don't think saul ever wore anything but his uniform 😁). Or if you'd like to talk about other stuff, little bits of trivia like what kind of music saul likes or what class farah or ben failed at when they were at alfea or Andreas' guilty pleasure... i'm all ears 😉

omg 😍 what a fun question, anon!! I love thinking about this and I'm so flattered you're also not ready to let go of either of these fics bc that's the bestest compliment from a reader, and also same here lol you can pry my beloved characters from my cold dead hands!!

I would also love to hear your opinions on all these things!! What am I missing? what am i not thinking of, besides that Andreas absolutely had ...Baby One More Time on repeat?

Anyway, lots of clothes and excellent fashion beneath the cut. Also apologies these are shitty screenshots from Pinterest lol.

Battle Lines

I was about to post and reread your message and realized you asked about Farah and Bloom, not Farah and Saul, but I already wrote about Saul so I'm keeping it in 😅

Alright so as you already mentioned, Saul pretty much only ever wears his uniform. I'm also an evil capitalist and never gave him a day off the entire time he worked for Domino lmao. But when he does get days off, he rocks Roy Kent, black slim-fit t-shirt look, maybe throws a black leather jacket if it's cool (I'm really threading the "vow of poverty" needle here lmao).

The two times I call out his outfits as something besides his Alfea uniform (which I visualize as very similar to the show, black long-sleeve shirt and black pants) were after he gets shot and he gets to slouch around in a comfy hoodie for a change.

And of course... the masquerade tailcoat. Seen here before it gets covered in blood 😌

Farah I visualized as, basically, "classy girlboss (affectionate)." Lots of form-fitting but otherwise unrevealing cuts; bold colors but very few patterns; quite similar to her S1 look but a little more dressed up. I don't see her as eschewing function for form--both dresses and dressy trousers are fair game.

Bloom is much more of a free spirit than Farah. I see her in also-form-fitting but unstructured cuts, and much more casual than Farah. Jeans, but otherwise neutral colors to counter her hair and personality.

It was just red.

In the depths of my blog I actually talked about the fashion of the adults when they were in Alfea, which falls squarely in the mid-to-late 90s if you ascribe to the tenuous timeline we're told. But to recap/keep going:

I actually have a really hard time pinning Farah down fashion-wise in this. I love her in casual stuff that's practical for living under Rosalind's first regime. But I also see her having hand-me-downs that are actually quite fashionable although she doesn't really realize it.

Saul has the Joey Tribbiani "comfort + practicality" going for him, lots of plaids/sweaters/jumpers and always with an undershirt; based on some hairy men in my life who are insecure of their chest hair (even though I think they should slut it up, please) I hc Saul as self-conscious that he's not a hairless mole rat. Hey you asked for trivia anon, you're getting it 😅

I love Andreas being extremely tryhard although he tries to play it off like he isn't. He actually has done this exact pose in front of Ella in hopes she'd take his picture so it could make it into the Alfea yearbook under "We'll Remember These Days" or "Our Seniors Take Wing."

[not-alien-girl-v]

hi love ur work!!! could u write an eddie munson x reader where reader tells him she’s pregnant and he kills himself in the upside down instead of being a parent. also could y/n be secretly vecna? thanks 🤩🤩

I'm on my way to tell my boyfriend, eddie munson, that i'm pregnant. i'm so scared he will be upset, but i know he loves me, and deep down i know that he would never hate me for anything. i'm just so scared for such a big change. a baby is a huge responsibility! i hope we can make it through this endeavor!

i knock on his door.

'KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK'

he opens it and i see him, wearing his iconic hellfire t-shirt and jean jacket, hair a frizzy mess, but that was my man! i lunge forward and trap him in a hug, pee stick in hand.

"why are you so happy? especially when vecna is going around killing everyone!" eddie warns me. little does he know... hehehe.

i show him the pregnancy test in my hand. he jumps back. "EW DON'T TOUCH ME WITH IT!" he exclaims as he wipes the peepee off of his clothes.

"sorry! i'm just so happy! we're gonna have a baby!" i smile big at him but he doesn't smile back. what's wrong, i wonder.

"i-is it mine?" he asks me like a dumbass.

"of course it's yours! i'm not a slut, munson!" i poke fun at him. he still doesn't smile back.

suddenly, over a walkie talkie, a frantic voice starts talking. i think it's dustin, his weird little friend. he's already basically a father figure to those young boys in his dnd club. i don't get why he isn't happier to be a real dad!

"listen... y/n... you should probably go... don't call me... don't come by my house... we're done"

"EDDIE NOOOOOO!" i scream but it is too late. he kicks me out of his trailer, and i land hard on my ass on the cold, hard, ground.

i'm so fucked!

___

on the boat at lover's lake, above the entrance to the upside down

"so, how are things between you and y/n, eddie?" steve asks him, looking wearily down at the glowing portal below. no one knows where exactly it could magically transport them.

"she told me she was pregnant, so i dumped her ass!" steve high fives him at this.

"nice one man!" steve is happy at this.

"shut up you two! we have to jump down there to the portal! we have no idea what might happen to us, though! what are we going to do?" nancy worries like the worrying bitch she is.

"i'll go first" eddie volunteers.

"eddie no! it coul dbe dangerous!!!" robin warns like the hot bitch she is.

"girl. danger is literally my middle name!" eddie tells her sexily then jumps off the boat into the unknown. they all follow soon, hoping eddie doesn't lead them to certain death.

___

as sooon as eddie wakes up, he is face to face with y/n, his pregnant ex-girlfriend. "w-what?"

"hi eddie" she says

"this can't be real!" he says but looks around and sees the rest of the gang down there with him.

"you bet your ass it is! if you don't want to be a father, then all your friends will have to die! also blarg!! i'm vecna! i'm actually evil and stuff and you r baby will be half vecna half munson!"

"noooooooo!" eddie curses the heavens above for his terrible fate. "it's a good thing i always carry around a rope!"

eddie takes out his pocket-rope and walks to a vecna tree, which is like a regular tree but it's in vecnas house and thats scary!

he ties a noose with the rope, and gets up on a chair.

"omg eddie nooooooooo!" steve cries but it is too late, eddie has tied the rope around his neck and jumped off.

he is now dead!

"noo! how will i ever raise my baby now!"

"omg girl he's dead..." robin whispers to nancy and nancy agrees bevcause its true.

"now you all have to go! prepare to die, teens!" y/n/vecna says in her vecna voice and she does the clock thing and then robin and nancy and steve all die from the vecna curse of whatever scares them or something.

"haha!" y/n/vecna exclaims in victory!