#i was talking to my mom about Judas

[lawrencegarte]

i’ve seen people complain about actresses who are basically just screaming the last verse or two of “cabaret” and i just can never wrap my head around the criticism. i think broadway should be 98% belting and screaming in anguish about emotions that are too big to talk or even sing evenly about

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

Word Count: 1.6k

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

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A/n: Oh-my-god, I am so sorry for the major delay! Trust me, I was in the middle of writing the chapter the same day I said I would post it, but being a mom is super-duper busy and they will always come first and I completely forgot to post the chapter, but here it is FINALLY.. My twins are now 3 so they’re acting like teenagers, but toddler form; super bossy, extremely demanding, always and I MEAN always keeping me on my feet. Plus, I had to re-write it as I didn’t like how the first attempt at chapter 14 sounded 😮‍💨 Anyways, I barely have time to write, but when I can, I hope you all enjoy it. I hope this chapter is up to your liking! More chapters are still on the way, A LOT MORE. Keep in mind, the Billy scene in previous chapters and this scene is my first time writing smut/smut related things… 😓😓😓 Lastly, Thank You ALL so much for getting me to 405 followers! I’m in disbelief 🫢💜

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Chapter 14

Gulping, you shakily took the phone off the counter, hanging it up and unplugged it from the wall, making sure no calls would come through anymore that night for her sake.

Looking over, you saw Sidney gripping at her brown hair, pulling it in every direction, her jaw clenched, yet, her teeth chattering; she wanted to scream, shout and cry, but couldn’t. Her pale features now a rouge from both exhaustion and terror. Her sanity seemed to slip away bit-by-bit each time Ghostface would call; preying on her, taunting her, humiliating her.

“What, what!?” Dewey came running from his room, waving a gun around in his white t-shirt and blue and white striped boxers.

Tatum tsk-ed at her brother’s tardiness, pushing passed him to follow Sidney.

You rubbed the nape of your neck, placing your other hand on Dewey’s shoulder, “Next time.. maybe be a little quicker.” You laughed, half-heartedly, trying to make light of the situation, seeing how confused Dewey seemed to be.

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“(Y/n) (L/n) and Sidney Prescott who were both…”

Before the news reporter finished his sentence, Dewey shut the tv off, pulling a chair out from the kitchen table, sitting down.

“Billy was released.”

Your ears perked at the sound, relief washing over.

Sidney’s eyes lit up, but she still clearly had her doubts.

“His cellular bill was clean. He didn’t make those calls..” Dewey stated, grabbing a carton of milk before pouring some of it into his coffee. “We’re checkin’ every cellular account in the county.” Dewey finished, taking a long gulp of his un-sweetened drink before continuing. “(Y/n), Sidney..” He eyed both of you, “Any calls made to you two or Casey Becker are being cross-referenced, it’s going to take some time, but we’ll find him.”

Tatum nudged you and smiled at Sidney.

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Dewey pulled into the school lot with ease, parallel parking at the curb.

He got out and opened the door for you and Sidney.

You smiled at him, thanking him quietly, and he tilted his hat at you as Sidney got out next.

However, your smile quickly faded, seeing a reporter running towards your side; most likely to ambush both you and Sidney about what happened.

“(Y/n) how does it feel to know the murderer is lusting after you and nearly butchering your friends? Do you know who the killer is, are you a part of his twisted game?” A red head asked, shoving a mic at you, accusing you of being his partner-in-crime.

You scoffed, irritated, but somehow calm, honoured that she knows the killer wants you.

“What about you, Sidney? How does it feel to be almost brutally killed?”

Sidney bit her lip, already wanting to cry.

Dewey stepped in front, shoving the reporter away.

“Hey, leave them alone!” He shouted, towering over the petite woman.

She stumbled back, but wasn’t giving up.

“People want to know. They have a right to know!”

You, Tatum and Sidney bolted, getting away from all the interrogations this woman was sure to have up her sleeves.

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You were pressed against a locker; your mid back arched causing your torso to move forward; and your arms folded, pushing your breasts together, making them pop out.

“This is a mistake, I shouldn’t be here…” Sidney huffed, grabbing her books and slamming her locker door shut.

You sighed, plopping a sucker in your mouth; twirling the red treat around your tongue, pursing your lips tightly around it and without meaning to, your eyes landed on Stu who was already watching you.

You blushed and he smirked, liking how you looked with your mouth full.

“I want you to meet me right here after class, okay, Sid?” Tatum spoke and Sidney nodded.

“Hey, Stu, I haven’t seen Billy around… is he really pissed?”

Stu tore his gaze from you, looking at Sidney.

“Oh, you mean after you branded him the Candyman?”

You shoved Stu slightly, giving him a glare.

He winced, “No, his heart’s broken—“

Suddenly a scream was heard and the four of you looked into the direction it came from, spotting a student running down the hall dressed as Ghostface.

You blushed again, seeing the full cloaked figure and that ghostly-white mask again.

‘Fuck, that’s hot.’ You smirked slightly, turning your head to the side, trying to subtly check out the student who’s dressed up like the murderer, you let out a quiet “Mmph” squeezing your thighs together.

Unbeknownst to you, Stu heard your moan, and knew exactly what you were doing with your thighs. Luckily, the others did not, but he is so glad that he did. He can smell the hormones leaking off of you; they were practically oozing with want for the cloaked-killer.

He bit his lip, trying to contain his excitement.

“Why are they doing this?” Sidney spoke, watching the student run away.

Stu, glanced at you, “Are you kidding me? Look at this place, it’s like Christmas!” He laughed, a devious smirk prying at his lips as the comment was directed at you. You were his Christmas, knowing the woman he wants is full blown horny for him, for Ghostface.

Tatum huffed, hitting him with the lollipop you had given her prior, “Stupidity leak.”

“Hey!” Stu shrieked, immediately looking at his girlfriend, while the school bell blared, signalling the start of class and students were quick to get going.

Sidney ran down the hall, upset at Stu’s comment and Tatum ran after her. You sighed, looking down, picking up your bag in the process. You went to go wave ‘bye’ to Stu, but he vanished.

“Huh?” You mumbled out loud, seeing how he was gone and so was every other student that was there nearly two minutes ago. “That’s my cue…”

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Tapping your fingers against your hip, you hummed to the tune of ‘Your Dead’ by Norma Tanega.

You stopped in front of the janitors closest to reach for your Walkman that was in your bag, wanting to blare the song in your ears, hoping that actually listening to the catchy tune would make it stop repeating itself inside your head.

Though, the universe had other plans…

You felt the door swing open, hitting you, knocking you out of the way, making you drop your only source of music.

Soon after, a hand covered your mouth and an arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you into the closet.

A scream hitched in your throat as the unknown figure flicked the light on, revealing who the culprit was…Stu.

“Stu, what the actual fuck was that for!?” You narrowed your eyes, clenching your fist, ready to punch him out of fear.

He laughed, but soon afterwards told you to be quiet, locking the door behind him as he stepped forward.

“Shh, I don’t want anyone to hear us.” He whisper-yelled, getting closer to you, placing both hands on either side of your arms.

He was a good two-to-three feet taller than you.

“I saw you, you know…” He bit his lip again, rolling the flesh with his teeth, gripping your arms tighter.

You looked up at him, confused, not sure what he meant, however, a part of you knew where this might be going.

“The way your face went red, how you rubbed your thighs together..” He taunted, poking your nose, “Let’s not forget that sweet-little moan you let out when you saw that student…” He leaned into the crease of your collarbone, nipping at the skin, the coolness of his lips penetrating your warmth.

Your face was hot with yearn, but also embarrassment. “The student who was dressed as the Woodsboro slasher…” He grinned, feeling you shiver at his touch.

“W-what—“ You began, trying to act like you didn’t know what he was talking about; ashamed that you were caught. You were quickly silenced by Stu pressing his lips against yours, his bulge pushing up against your side.

His fingers danced across your arms to the string of your grey tank top, ripping it from your body with force as the sound of the thin material shredding lingered in your ears. Fortunately for Stu, you didn’t have a bra on…

Your breasts jiggled from the impact, bouncing in place which caused a small guttural growl to emit from Stu’s throat.

Stu immediately grabbed your boob in his right hand, rubbing his thumb across the perky bud, while his other hand gripped at your bare side, his fingers digging into your ribs.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the finger prints you already had bruised into your skin. They almost lined up with his own marks, but his were slightly bigger. Stu only quirked a brow, continuing to fondle your breast, not wanting to ruin the moment by asking.

Stu trembled at the thought of someone else having you, but he was sure to find out who and kill him.

“M-mm..” You let out a breathy moan, making Stu lose track of his thoughts,“But T-Tatum—“ you stuttered, holding back another sound as he slid his hand into your shorts, rubbing your clit through the silk of your panties.

He hooked his finger under the band, pulling you even closer, his forehead pressing up against your own.

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[myspacebrat]

Fooled round & fell in love epilogue

summary: You and Eddie go on your first date and he tries to make it the most magical night of your life. But what happens when the last person you’d expect pops up at your house, and confrontation ensues?

warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI 18+, phone sex, diiirty talk, cocky but cute eddie, lots of flufff, confrontation, drunk Randy, cussing, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, slight anal play, slight dom Eddie, daddy kink, spit play

A/N: I’m so happy I get to add one of my favorite songs of all time to this fic, it just fit way too perfect. I had so much fun writing this little series, I can’t wait to write more in the future 🖤

It’s been three weeks since Eddie officially asked you to be his. It’s been great so far, but Eddie had just started a new job at Penske’s auto shop, so you haven’t been spending as much time together as you had hoped. He did call you every night and would tell you about his day, how much he misses you, how much he loves you and things he would do to you if you were in bed with him.

So the distance wasn’t all bad.

Except for the fact that he hasn’t touched you since the night everything went to hell. Every time you’d try to take things further he would tell you he wanted to take you out first, do things the right way, which yes you appreciated in the beginning, but now you thought was absolutely ridiculous.

Sure the phone sex was nice, but after getting the real thing you were addicted.

Spending several moments playing back the images of his fingers on you, your waist, in your hair, inside you. You were going crazy, which led you to this moment in the shower with your fingers deep inside you trying to hit the same spot Eddie hits with ease, you were having no such luck, so you begrudgingly say to hell with it, and turn the water off. Grabbing the towel that was draped over the curtain rod, you securely fasten it around your chest.

As you open the door, your phone rings. You look over at your alarm clock 8:30pm he was always on the dot, every night.

“Hello” you say in your best sultry voice

“Well hello to you, sweet thing” he says back, you can hear the smirk on his lips

“Hi, baby how was your day?” Something about being on the phone with Eddie every night talking about the unholiest of things you’d like to do to each other when you finally do have sex again, just brings out the seductress in you, voice laced in an almost whine.

Eddie found it so sexy, cock instantly perking up as soon as he heard “hello”

“Well it’s much better now that I get to hear your sexy voice” he says back with a husky tone

“Glad I can be of service” you say back with a giggle

“Hey, I have good news actually” he excitedly says

“Oh really?” You say as your brows shoot up in intrigue

“Yeah, I have this weekend off, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on that date we’ve been talking about?”

You instantly get giddy almost jumping up and down

“Yeah, yes of course I do!” You say back excitedly

“Okay sweet, well let’s do Saturday maybe uh, I’ll pick you up around 6-6:30? Does that work?”

“Yeah that works perfect, actually more than perfect. My mom’s going out of town to some kind of sister’s retreat with my aunts” you pause before you sing song “so I’ll have the place to myself”

“Ya’know I’ve always imagined climbing through your window and fucking you into your mattress, so you’ll be making my dreams come true, babe”he chuckles

“Mmm, I’ve had that very same fantasy” you say back in your sultriest tone yet

“Well now we have to make it happen, don’t we?” ugh you could cum die just by the tone of his voice

As you laugh back, he instantly kicks it up a notch

“What are you wearing?” You already know where this is headed, and you cannot be more excited

“I just got out of the shower, so just a towel” you respond

“Jesus fuck baby, if I was there I’d rip it off of you and throw you on the bed, spread your legs nice and wide and just devour that sweet pussy.” “Fuck I miss her so much!” He whines

“Yeah? Would you let me sit on your face?” You say back as you remove your towel and climb into bed.

“My face is your throne, you can sit on it anytime you want, princess” he retorts back as he takes out his cock, spits on his palm and starts stroking it.

“Mm, I like the sound of that” you say with a giggle

“What are you doing right now?” Eddie asks

“Well” you drag out “I took my towel off, so now I’m naked in bed, talking to my sexy boyfriend” you hear Eddie groan at your words.

“Fuck baby, tell me more” he says as he bites his lip, hard enough to leave lasting indents in his skin.

“Now i’m gunna suck on my finger, get it nice and wet before I start rubbing myself” you put your finger in your mouth, dramatically releasing it with a pop.

“Mmhm, get it nice and wet baby. You know what I’d do if I was there?” He asks “I would make you feel so good, princess I would eat your pussy so good” he growls through clenched teeth

“Yes please, I need that so bad, eddie!” you mewl

“Mmm, you wanna be my little slut?” He groans

“I’m already your little slut” you can’t help the moans leaving your mouth, hearing Eddies and the slick sounds of his fist stroking his cock is giving you everything you need to hit your high

“Fuck yes you are, say it again, say your my little slut, y/n”

“I’m daddy’s little slut” you’re almost at your peak so you decide to up the dirty talk, knowing how much he loves when you call him daddy

“Fuuuuuck” he groans out as his cum spurts out covering his fist

“Oh my god, Eddie I’m cumming!” You squeal so high pitched it’d be a miracle if no one in your house heard

The line stays silent while you and Eddie catch your breaths and come down from your respective highs.

“God damn baby, we’re gunna have so much fun on Saturday. But, first I wanna wine and dine you. Ya know, butter you up real nice?” he says

“Where were you suggesting we go?” Voice still a little shaky from the intense orgasm you just had

“That my dear, is a surprise”

“Surprises make me anxious, but I’ll trust you. So what should I wear?”

“Don’t be anxious, baby. It’ll be a night you never forget, I promise. I’m gunna make it as romantic as possible” his words make your heart full and stomach flutter

“Hmm, I think a dress would work or a skirt” he chuckles

“Eddie Munson, are you insinuating you want me in something with easy access?” You squint your eyes in an accusatory manner.

“Absolutely” he howls with laughter, “no but I just want you to be comfortable, okay sweet girl?”

“Okay, comfortable but cute, got it!” You giggle

“Hey, can you stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep?” Eddie asks

And you can’t help but think that’s the cutest thing you’ve ever heard, and you do, you stay on the phone all night while you both listen to each others light snores

As Saturday quickly comes along, you wake up in the best mood, so ready for your date with Eddie. You knew he was trying really hard at this relationship stuff. Growing up he always made fun of guys doing sweet things for their girlfriends stating “love was for posers” which always made you roll your eyes, so the fact that Eddie is doing all the thing he said he never would for you, had you on cloud nine.

As you got out of bed, you made the decision to dedicate your morning to pampering yourself: take a bubble bath, shave all necessary areas, paint your hands and toes red, maybe even do a face mask. Once you were all finished and nails were dry, you went downstairs to have some breakfast, clean up and unload the dishwasher your moms been asking you to.

Going back up to your room you turn on some music, and start taking every little black dress out of your closet to try on, you landed on a little silk number with spaghetti straps that stopped mid thigh with slits on both sides, and instead of heels you opted for knee high boots.

After just relaxing for a few hours, you started getting ready. Hair, makeup, body lotion, perfume. You wanted to look and feel perfect for him.

After everything was done and you were putting the last touches on your outfit, you heard Eddie pulling up with his loud engine and even louder music.

Your stomach instantly doing flips, you grab your little black shoulder bag and head to the door, as you open it you can’t help but to feel tingles throughout your body, in some places more then others

Eddie’s eyes widen at the sight of you in your little black dress. He internally groans at how good you look, but you were equally losing your shit.

He had on a black button up, buttoned half way with an exodus “bonded by blood” shirt peaking out underneath, black jeans, boots and his hair was down, you could tell he had put some kind of products in it to make it look more tame than usual and he kept all of his accessories on, you were really happy about that, it was still all very Eddie.

He pulls white roses out from behind his back, you remember telling him they were your favorite of all the roses a couple valentines ago, you couldn’t believe he remembered that tiny detail of something you said in passing, you were already swooning and you hadn’t even left for the date yet.

“Hey baby” he says as he hands you the flowers, you take them while he grabs you by the waist, holding you in place while he kisses your lips.

“Wow, you look… wow” you both laugh at his flustered nerves

“You look wow too, babe” you bite your lip as you check him out from head to toe

Giving him one more kiss before you leave to put the flowers in water.

“M’lady” he says once you’ve returned, holding out his elbow so you’ll intertwine arms, as he begins walking you out to his van

He opens the door for you, helping you in and then strolls over to his side with the cheesiest smile on his face, it was so contagious you couldn’t help yourself but to mirror it

“You ready to go?” He says while looking over at you, sending you a wink after you nod

“Alright baby, buckle up”

Sometime during the ride he put his hand on your thigh, you both continuously taking little glances at each other from your peripheral‘s, music playing softly in the background which was rare for Eddie

The van pulls up to a restaurant you and Eddie had been to one other time before. As you’re waiting for him to open your door, the memories come flooding back

You remember that day so well,

You both were heading to a local show in Indianapolis for this band called iced earth, while on your way Eddie’s van overheated, so he pulled into a random parking lot. Eddie got out and popped the hood trying to figure out the problem, he realized it had something to do with the cooling system and he’d have to let it sit to get the gage back down. Luckily the parking lot you both pulled into belonged to a cute little restaurant, you and Eddie were starving at this point, so you both headed inside. You guys ate and talked for hours. It didn’t even seem like Eddie was disappointed to miss the show, he seemed to be having a great time even though you knew he was excited about it. You also remember a lot of shared glances and stares that lingered a little longer than usual and hands brushing against each others creating what felt like electricity to course through your body. You knew you felt something, and now that he’s brought you back, its making you question whether he felt it too.

Once inside, Eddie gives his last name and the waitress walks you both to the table you had sat at 2 years ago. It was a secluded little table in the back by a big arched window. The table was covered by white cloth, silverware, salad plates and your menus, with a single candle held in a beautiful glass holder right in the middle, it was all more romantic then you remembered.

But that could be, because you did everything to fight your feelings at that time.

Eddie scooted out your chair for you and pushed you in, as you thanked him he made his way to his side, sitting down and picking up his menu

he looked at you as he said

“Do you remember when we came here?”

Of course you did.

“I do, that was a really good night” you say

“It was, it was a great night” he says back as he eyes the way you lick your lips

“I’m impressed, Munson” you say as you pick up the wine glass filled with iced water and take a sip

“I wasn’t expecting this at all”

“Well, I’m full of surprises baby” he says while he shoots you a wink

You both order your food and as you ate the conversation was great, almost nothing had changed in your relationship since getting together, other then the flirting being amped up. Eddie always flirted with you but this was on a whole other level. He also grabbed your hand over the table and kept telling you how beautiful you looked, and how he couldn’t wait to get his hands on you

He made you feel like a teenage girl with her first crush, ironically he was your first teenage crush.

Eddie was really impressing you. You couldn’t believe this was the same guy that told you, he enjoyed fucking girls from the back so he didn’t have to look at them, or have any kind of connection other then a quick fuck, but that was high school Eddie, this was your Eddie and you couldn’t continue to hold onto that old image when he was showing you so much more

As you both finish with your food, the waitress comes over to ask if you saved room for dessert. Eddie looks at you silently telling you it was your decision but you were too full for anything else, as Eddie paid the bill and left a tip on the table you both walked out hand in hand and fingers intertwined, once you walked to your side of the van, Eddie pulls you back to him and grabs your cheek as he bring you closer to connect your lips, you kiss up against his van for what felt like 5 minutes, before he opened your door for you and held out a hand to help you inside.

You expected to head back to your house but Eddie had other plans.

“Where are we going?” You say while looking around, but realizing it was too late to recognize any of your surroundings

“Just sit tight, princess. You’ll see in a sec”

You can’t tell if your anticipation is nerves or excitement.

As you continue to wonder, you feel the van come to a stop. Before you know it Eddie is grabbing a blanket out of the back and heading to open your door for you, as you hop down from the van you look around, he’s taken you to a park surrounded by woods with the most beautiful view of the night sky. Eddie lays a blanket out on the grassy field and throws a couple pillows he brought from his room, on top while taking out a thicker throw blanket just in case you got cold, he really thought of everything.

As he’s setting everything up he tells you to pick a tape to play in the van, you open his glove compartment and go through the handful of tapes. After rifling through you finally see the yellow cover reading “screaming for vengeance” and you instantly knew the perfect song to play, a song you’d listen to at night when you’d dream of a life where Eddie liked you the way you liked him.

You pop the tape in, skipping to the eleventh song on the album

Once Eddie hears the first few notes he turns to look at you with the biggest smile, that made your insides wanna melt, it’s like this song meant to him what it meant to you

When I saw your face

I became a prisoner of your eyes

And I would do just anything to stay and be with you

“Good choice” he says as he sits down on the blanket, he looks at you and taps the spot next to him, signaling you to sit down

You know there are times

When I let myself wonder

As I was going under

you pulled me back to earth

You take your spot next to him and he wraps an arm around you and pulls you closer to his side, as he looks into your eyes, almost like he wanted to say so much, but didn’t know where to start, instead he looks up into the sky at all the stars, leaving you wondering what was going on inside his head

Don’t you hear me crying

Take me in your arms again

Tell me that your tryin or is our love a lie

Love is blind

And love deceives you

You came along and captured me

Now I’m a prisoner of your eyes

“You know I use to listen to this song and think about you, was so convinced that this was my song for you, it held everything I had ever wanted to say” you say with glassy eyes

He took his eyes off the sky to look over at you, giving you a look with so much adoration, it gave you goosebumps

“I listened to this song for a week straight, when you told me you were going out on a date with that Josh kid from junior year” he says as he smirks and looks back up at the sky, his grip on you tightening

As each day goes by

I’ve given up completely

Trapped myself inside your heart

And thrown away the key

“You’ve liked me since junior year?” You ask almost too stunned to speak

“I mean, it wasn’t that simple, baby. I did all I could to push those feelings down, I knew I liked you yes, but i had my head so far up my ass with the “fuck love, fuck relationships mentality I had, I was almost too proud to admit I wanted you to be mine, but y/n if I could go back, you’d have been mine for a long time” he says as his eyes begin to match yours

“Well I’m yours now, Eddie” you say as you cup his cheek and turn his head towards yours

Only time will tell

If I can live without you

Can you see into the future?

Will you ever set me free?

You lean in and kiss him, his hand coming to slot itself at the back of your neck and in your hair, you deepen the kiss as you slide your tongue into his mouth, the kiss starts to get heated until Eddie pulls away, you whine as you try to chase his lips

“Patience baby, patience” he says while putting a finger up

“I want you so bad, please” you whine

He looks over at you and grabs your chin, turning your head so you can meet his eyes

“I said patience” he says in a dominant tone that was doing you no favors

You nodded your head in understanding

“Good girl” he says back in the same tone

You were sure your panties were soaked at this point

“Trust me baby, this is killing me too. If I was the old me I’d take you into the back of my van and fuck the shit out of you, but I want to be different with you, I want to take my time on you, okay?”

“Okay” is all you can muster, after hearing his reasoning. But you can’t help but wish he would just fuck you right under the stars

He lays down on his pillow, slotting the arm furthest from you behind his head, while the other guides you to lay down next to him, he pulls you so close to him you can feel his heart beat in his chest and the faint feeling of a hard on he’s trying so hard to wish away

You snuggle into his chest, smelling his vanilla and tobacco cologne you got him, one year for his birthday

“You know you can fuck me under these stars and I wouldn’t look at you any different, or think you were only using me for one thing” you say trying your best to get what you want

“Y/n” he said with a warning, but his voice was losing all resolve

“Okay, okay” you say back with a giggle

“What’s got you so worked up, huh angel?” He says

“You” you whisper back

“Daddy’s got you all worked up?” He says back, knowing exactly what he was doing to you

“Mmhm” you groan with a nod of your head.

He brings his lips closer to your ear as he whispers

“Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s gunna take you home and stretch that pussy out real nice, Kay? But for now, be in the moment with me, I wanna spend this time with you here just like this, in each others arms, we’ll get to that other stuff later”

You continue to nod while shooting him your best innocent look.

This desperation for him was intense, you’ve been in love with him for years and you’ve never felt like this. It was slowly driving you crazy. But you were going to try and enjoy the moment like he said, you know there’s plenty time to get to the good stuff, later.

You both get caught in deep conversation, talks about the universe, life’s purpose and the future. It was the deepest you and Eddie had ever gotten, you loved picking his brain, you wanted to know every little opinion he had.

After a couple hours pass by, Eddie starts to sit up

“I think we should get going baby, what do you think?” He asks as he stretches his arms above his head

“Yes, my butts starting to fall asleep” you snort

You both get up, picking up the blankets.

As you bend down to pick up the pillows Eddies palm comes down to slap your ass, you yelp out at the unsuspecting blow

“Ow, Eddie!” You whine out

“Sorry baby, couldn’t help myself” he smirks at you while throwing the blankets into the back from the passenger side

“I thought we were being patient?” You say raising an eyebrow

“We are, just wanted a little taste to hold me over” he retorts

Rolling your eyes, you slip into your seat.

As you pull up to your house, you instantly recognize the car sitting in your driveway.

A red Pontiac firebird

Your heart starts to race as Eddie pulls up on the curb of your front yard

“Is that Randy?” Eddie says as he looks over to you, trying to read your face

“Yeah, what the fuck is he doing here?” You question yourself out loud

You get out the van, noticing Randy sitting on your porch

“Y/n” he slurs

Oh, god he was shitfaced

“Why would he come here?” You thought

“What are you doing here Randy?”

“I came to see you, beautiful, was missing you”

As he slurs out Eddie walks up behind you

“Go home Randy” Eddie says, clenching his jaw

“Eddie the best friend, thats what you said, right y/n?”

“Randy, you really need to leave” you say, tone laced with venom

“Aw, what’s wrong baby, the other night you were telling me how bad you wanted my dick and now you’re telling me to go away?” He slurs out

“You better watch your fucking mouth” Eddie spits back

“Yeah whatever, look y/n I just want to know why? You know I really liked you? I thought you felt the same way but next thing I know your screaming out this son of a bitches name, and now what, you’re together?”

“Randy, you told me that night that I should tell him how I feel” “I’m confused, what happened?”

“Well what did you want me to say y/n? I thought you’d figure out he was a piece of shit on your own, that he’d just fuck you and throw you away like he does, but apparently not”

“Is that why you sent Becky to my place?” Eddie asks jaw still tightly clenched

“Me and Becky made an agreement, I wanted y/n and she wanted another quick fuck with you, but me, no I wanted you y/n I wanted you to be with me, be mine” he says as his eyes start to gloss over

“Alright, Randy that’s enough, if I have to tell you to leave one more time I’m gunna have to kick your ass”

“Fuck you munson, I’m not going anywhere until she’s mine”

“She’s not fucking property, dude. She doesn’t want you, I think she made that loud and clear, don’t ya think?” Eddie says back with a shit eating grin

Randy turns back to you, trying but failing to conjure up the best puppy dog eyes

“Cmon, you know he can’t give you what you need, you know I can do that for you y/n”

“Alright, man I already warned you once, I really don’t want to hit someone who’s drunk off their ass, but I will”

You stand in front of Eddie, seething

“Randy, I’m gunna go inside, I’m gunna call chief hopper to come and get you because there’s no way in hell your capable of driving, and you’re not gunna contact me ever again, okay?” You say pulling out your best stern voice

Randy looks at you and then looks away, as he swallows making his Adam’s apple bob, then nods his head

“Okay” you nod back walking up to your front door, with Eddie following right behind you

After you call chief hopper and wait about 15 minutes until he picks up Randy.

You and Eddie are stuck in this almost awkward silence, not really sure what to say, until Eddie finally speaks up

“Are you okay?” He asks

“Yeah, I’m fine” You answer

“Are you sure?” He questions again

“Yeah baby, I’m okay, was just nervous I didn’t want you both to fight, especially over me”

“I would fight over you a million times, princess” he says while cupping your face in his hands

“I love you, Eddie” you say as you scan his eyes

“I love you too, y/n” he says as he leans in to kiss your lips

It starts off as a few pecks but then gradually becomes something more, you both start walking up to your room, neither of you daring to break the kiss

Once upstairs, Eddie picks you up bridal style, walking you into your room and throwing you down on your bed

He looks over at the window

“Should I pretend to climb through the window?” He looks over at you with a sly grin

“Eddie, if you don’t get over here and fuck me right now, I will throw you out the window” you can’t help but to laugh at your last sentence and how desperate you sound

“So impatient” he says while walking over to you as he unbuttons his black button up. You start to remove your black dress but he stops you

“Hold on, let me take mine off and then daddy will get to you, Kay?

You nod your head, as you watch the show in front of you.

Eddie removes his shirt before working on his jeans, he seems to be doing everything very agonizingly slow, you realize his motive is to tease you for your impatience.

Finally he removes his boxers, you watch closely as his dick springs up. Already hard, tip leaking pre cum, and all you can think about is licking it

“Now it’s your turn” he says walking over to you

He starts with your boots first, and then removes the dress from over your head, he’s gawking at your bare chest and red lacy panties

Oh yeah he’s definitely gunna take his time with you

He slides back onto the bed grabbing your legs and spreading them, digging his fingers into your thighs

“Open up, nice and wide for me, baby”

You do as he says

“Good girl” he praises

“You gunna be my good little slut, tonight?”

“Yes, I wanna be daddy’s little slut”

Eddie really wanted to make love to you, but you were making his internal battle of making love vs fucking you into oblivion, too easy.

He begins to remove your panties, slipping them off your buttery smooth legs, before widening them back up.

Your pussy on full display for him, glistening from your arousal. It was the prettiest pussy Eddie had ever seen, and it was all his

“How do you want me baby?” He asks, looking up from your revealed sex and into your eyes

“What do you mean?” You cock your head In question

“Well, I can be gentle or I can be rough, how do you want me?” He says

“I want whatever you want to give me, you’re allowed to enjoy yourself too” you want him to be a little rough but you didn’t want to come out and say it

“I know, but I want to make this special for you” he says as he glances back down to look at your pussy

“It will be special, baby. Everything with you is special to me” you whisper

Eddie nods his head in understanding

“Daddy really wants to make you scream his name, is that okay?” He says scanning your eyes

Your eyes almost roll into the back of your head with how horny you are and how sexy he is

“Yes, please” you whine

Eddie starts to lay down between your thighs, stomach flat against the bed

He takes you behind your knees as he props your legs up and out of his way

First he kisses your thighs and moves up to the crease between your thigh and pussy, you try to quiet the moans that are desperate to leave your mouth, it already feels too good, and he’s not even eating you out yet

Finally moving his mouth directly in front of where you need him most, Eddie licks his lips and gives your clit a kiss before he starts his ministrations

Licking all the way from your puckered hole to your clit, and holy shit there’s no way you can keep the moans at bay any longer

“Oh my god, Eddie” you almost scream out

It’s so incredibly sensitive from all the teasing Eddie’s been doing to you today

Finally he sucks your clit into his mouth, before he’s spitting on it and then slurping it back up

Fuck, you think you’ve died and gone to heaven because there’s no way he’s this good with his mouth

But Eddie proves you very wrong when his tongue continues to go back and fourth from your asshole to your clit

All you can do is gasp and moan

At this point all words are lost on you, as your orgasm begins to build

You’re white knuckling the sheets while Eddie eats you like a man starved

Slipping two finger into you and hitting that spot you’ve been trying to hit for weeks is what pushes you over the edge, as you scream out Eddie’s name so loud the neighbors could probably hear you

Eddie continues giving your clit some more licks and kisses before he’s moving back up to hovering over your face, his chin and lips glisten with your arousal, so you suck his bottom lip into your mouth, tasting yourself as you both moan in unison

You were going to ask Eddie if you could return the favor, but before you could he was slapping his cock against your folds, as you cried out from overstimulation

“You ready baby?” Eddie asks as he wraps his hand around his cock and begins to move it to your needy hole

“Yes, yes, please fuck me” you moan out in desperation

He begins to enter

“Baby I need you to relax, it’s too tight when your body’s tense, okay? I got you, I’m gunna make you feel so good if you just relax” Eddie sounds just as desperate

You nod as you do your best to relax your body, and once you’re completely relaxed Eddie starts to push in, you were still super tight so to distract you from the pain Eddie started rubbing small circles on your clit, you moan out from the sensitivity of just having it devoured

But it does distract you from Eddie bottoming out inside you

“Holy shit, how did you get tighter from the last time we fucked?” He moans out

“Fuck y/n you feel so fucking good”

He hasn’t even started stroking yet, and he’s already sounding like a moaning mess, and you love it. It was turning you on even more if that was even possible with how turned on you already were

“You can move, Eddie, please”

With that he starts off slowly, but as your moans start to get louder he starts to pound into you harder, your eyes continue to roll back and close

“Uh uh, keep your eyes on me” Eddie says in the dominant tone you got a glimpse of earlier

“Yes daddy” you say as you look into his eyes

“Good girl. Good. Fucking. Girl” he says with each thrust

“Daddy, please spit in my mouth?” You don’t know where that came from but you were the most turned on you’d ever been and you just wanted to try the dirtiest shit that came to mind

Eddie starts to slow his hips as he looks at you with your mouth wide open and tongue out

He could cum right then, if he wasn’t so desperate to get you off first

He leans down and spits a glob right on the middle of your tongue

You take it into your mouth swallowing it, and then smiling up at him

“Thank you, daddy” you said in the sweetest voice

You were really trying to kill him

“Fuck your such a dirty little slut for daddy aren’t you baby?”

You nod unable to form words with how hard he’s hitting your spot

“I said your a dirty little slut aren’t you?” He said again, through gritted teeth as he slapped the side of your ass

“Yes, yes daddy I’m a dirty little slut, for you”

“Just for me?” He asked as he continued to hit your spot

“Yes, just for you, only you Eddie, fuuuck”

“You’re so fucking deep, I’m gunna cum”

“Cum for baby, cum on my cock, so I can fill you up” he moans out

He starts to rub your clit again, to help you reach your peak

Your legs start to shake

Your pussy gripping his cock like a vice as you cum, this orgasm way more intense then the last time you were together

Eddie cums inside you with a low growl, and sweet whispers in your ear of

“I love you, I love you, I love you”

Eddie lays on top of you for a few minutes, maneuvering himself so you could still breath

He lays with his head nuzzled in your neck as he continues to whisper praises in your ear

“You were so good for me baby, I love you so much” “nobody compares to you, I hope you know that” “I wanna marry you someday”

You and Eddie stayed up that whole night until the sun came up talking, about everything and nothing.

Eddie was right, this was a night you would never forget.

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[lazyneonrabbitt]

Records of forgotten times.

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Old music records bring back memories and sparks talk of a new future.

~~☆☆☆~~

Today was relaxing day in your Alexandria home.

Daryl had come home from a run and had brought home a literal truckload of items of which a couple of boxes were dropped at your place.

He busied himself moving the boxes into the living room while you continued your work in the kitchen.

"What did you bring back, Dee?" you mused from you spot in the kitchen, where you were cleaning off last night's dishes in your favorite shorts and one of Daryl's shirts that were way too large on you. It was fraying at the hem and the old classic rockband on the print was fading badly, tour dates from a long forgotten time barely recognisable anymore. He never thought twice about you stealing his shirts. They were so much more comfortable than his button downs and with the shirts smelling like him they helped you sleep when he was out on runs.

“Found an old storage place, had a bunch of boxes with music. I got first pick cuz I found ‘em.” He kept filing through the large boxes filled with records and taking each one he liked out to stack near the old record player your house came with.

“Let me have a look too when I’m done here, please?” He grumbled an agreeing response and you made sure to hurry along with your cleaning round so you could join Daryl on the living room floor.

Daryl had gotten up off the floor to fumble around with the record player and try out one of the records and to his luck it still played. He had pocketed some still boxed replacement needles and swapped the old one out before playing a Judas Priest record and got a nice, crisp sound to which he comfortably hummed along to and even sang along with some parts.

As you were hanging your cleaning rag and towel over the opened oven door to dry you mumbled along with some lyrics that had remained in the back of your head.

This surprised your dear old partner to the point of stopping entirely with what he was doing to stare at you enjoying his all time favorite band. “Ya know this music?” He sounded so confused it made you laugh. You never really talked about your old world life, never really feeling it was needed to share about it. Not until now.

“My parents were old school rockers, I grew up on this kind of music.” You had walked over and sat down at one if the boxes.

“Yer calling me old now?” Old. He hated that word, even if you were both adults he still didn’t like the sound of him being put in the same box as your late parents.

“I mean,” You started, not sure how to properly say this without being offensive. You loved Daryl and you were happy with him, really not wanting to make him uncomfortable. “I guess you’re around their age, right? Dad would have been sixty-two by now. He loved this music so much we had cabinets filled with CDs, he'd go to concerts with friends and have music nights every month. Mom woukd have been around fifty-eight I think. She preferred more symphonic stuff.” You were so caught up in your memories you had stopped looking through the music entirely, your hands shakily holding onto one record a little too tightly for Daryl’s comfort.

“I’m fifty-three, if ya really gotta know.” He had moved over to your side and put an arm around you to pry your fingers off the record. “An’ I really hope yer not secretly seein’ me as a father figure cuz I'd love it if my kid'd be one year old in about two years from now..”

You registered his comment and were pulled back into this world with a soft sob. You hoped it’d be saved for later when the sadness that these boxes brought you had blown over.

“I miss them.” Your words were barely above a whisper, but Daryl caught them all. He had managed to get the record from your hands and took a glance at the cover.

The image didn’t look all too different from the current world. A blue sky behind the ruins of a building, and a man in a rather unnatural pose on a regal looking wooden throne in the foreground. The title reading ‘A Farewell to Kings’ by RUSH.

“Yer old man listen to this?” You quietly nodded, sniffling and wiping at your tears that were now freely running down your face. He put the record aside to make a new separate pile just for you.

“Come on, let’s see what else is in here. Maybe some Ozzy. Ya like Ozzy?” You now nodded with a smile appearing on your face. “Y.. yeah, we had a dog named Ozzy. Mom liked him a lot.” The memory of the dog you had for a short while did lighten the mood a bit, thankfully.

Daryl had abandoned his search entirely and only looked through the boxes with you now, picking out records he did like and ended with almost the entire collection by Judas Priest, which you learned was his favorite.

“Oh shit, look!” You held up a copy of Mötley Crüe’s ‘Dr. Feelgood’ with an excited squeal.

“Nah, that’s what yer into? Crazy girl.” He shook his head with a loving smile. By the time you reached the second to last box you had both gathered quite the collection. Daryl had reluctantly handed you all the Crüe records he found, even if they were duplicates. You wanted to keep them because of their different covers. Even in this world you loved collecting and Daryl admired your ability to find happiness in these items.

“Hey, ya want this one too?” A Metallica record. Not one that you knew so you declined. A grumble let you know he heard you and the fwips of records being looked through continued until another one was being held in your direction. This time it was a Black Sabbath record. You took it to inspect the track list on the back and added it to your pile. “Oh! Another one, yess!” You happily pulled out an Iron Maiden album and admired the cover art, taking in all the small details.

“Ya really listen to them or just love the art?” A hand extended to hand you one more. “Ah, thanks. I like both.” You declared, staring at the next artpiece. “But I wouldn‘t be mad if these end up not playing. We could decorate with the cover arts.”

Daryl looked around the still bare walls of the house and loved your idea to make it more truly yours.

With all the boxes thoroughly searched and your collection put away you went to take the leftover boxes to the communal area for everyone else to enjoy. Seeing the other residents get so excited over music brought smiles to your faces and you went back home more satisfied than you’d thought.

“So..” You locked the front door behind you and nervously stepped over to the cabinet that held your newly acquired collection. Daryl followed your every step with a true hunter’s eye, wondering what got your nerves up all of a sudden. “Which one of these do you think has the best baby making vibes.”

“M’sorry?” No way he heard that correctly. He had convinced himself you hadn‘t heard him since you completely disregarded his comment before. “Ya sure? I mean.. I know wha’ I said but,” he stopped and couldn’t get himself to look you in the eyes. Opting for the crack in the floorboard instead. Before he had a chance to find the right words you had abandoned the record cabinet and stepped over to stand in front of him and kiss his cheek. “I love you.” You whispered before properly kissing him and making sure he got the hint that this was really what you wanted.

“But seriously, pick one. We need something loud to drown out the ..other noises.” You joked with a wink.

~~☆☆☆~~

The talk you had with Daryl that day months ago turned out to be true.

When you laid in your shared bed you spoke about the one obvious thing about your relationship and how the Alexandrians were gonna be judging you for it. When word got out about yours and Daryl’s romantic relationship you already got stares from concerned women who thouht you were being claimed by the older man. You both were way more open about your relationship now that you had a safe place to live and try to have a normal life again, but the original residents who had never gone through the horrors that you had never really let go of their old world beliefs. And now that normal life you tried to live also came with your own child shich had the staring and quiet comments becoming even worse. Uncle Daryl already had Judith, who would always make rude comments to whoever dared to speak ill of her new auntie, but now he had you and with that his own soon to be born child and he wasn't gonna let anyone ruin his happiness because of some dumb opinions.

~~☆☆☆~~

A/N: This one made me cry while writing. The parents are based off my own, one of which is no longer with us. Did some painful remembering for this one.

[sugarsfics]

Eddie My Love

Trope: Virgin!Eddie x reader 

Warning: 18+ please, cussing, making out, kissing, some touching, use of y/n, talks of fighting, bullying and pda. 

Word count: 3.0k 

Summary: Eddie is laying in bed thinking about your relationship with the way it started, how it was and how it is going to move forward. 

A/N: PLEASE READ Hiiiii so this is based on my Virgin!Eddie headcannons here. So, this one shot goes from past to present the present is in bold and the past is not italicized, means it is their thoughts. Thank you and enjoy:) 

Ah Eddie thought dreamily he stared at you while you slept today was the day, he was going to ask you to be his wife. He caressed your cheek you made a little whimper sound a scooted closer to him then sighed of contentment. His heart fluttered and brought you closer, if that was even possible. He started to think about how he came to this point in his life how you chose him. 

Eddie was on “babysitting duty” at the arcade with the younger members of the Hellfire club, he would normally saw no to taking them anywhere, but you worked there. He has had the biggest crush on you since he moved to Hawkins in 6th grade. Your beauty took his breath away, you were the one who would pick him up after a fight, in 78’ you punch said bully. He would watch you from afar because he was already branded for the moment he stepped into the town. Every parent knew about his dad they all grimaced at the name Munson so when they heard he was moving back into town with his son the word got around quickly. Their kids would hear their conversations during play-dates or when going to the store with their moms so when role call came that warm Monday morning “Eddie Munson” all kids turn to see who see the face was they should avoid. Eddie was very observed when it came to lunch the kids would cover up the open spots he heard the whispers, it went like this for every school he went to, why did he think Hawkins would be different. 

Even years later, finally senior year, you were a sight for sore eyes “Would you stop being a creep” Erica said “I am not being a-a creep” Eddie said with a voice crack “You always stare at her whenever we are here just go talk to her” “What I can’t just go an-” “Y/N-“ Erica screamed but was quick silenced by Eddie’s hand “Could you not” Eddie whispered she smacked his hand away “Could you not cover my mouth again” an idea popped in her head “Well since you don’t want to talk to her I will just let Josh do the talk” “Josh who is Josh” Eddie asked in a panic “Oh you know Josh Grover he lives across the street from me and would always be outside or ask my mom if he needed any yard work done conventionally would come out when y/n was babysitting me so I think he got an eye for her” she smirked “Please don’t I-I want to talk to her b-but I just can’t” “Why not” “I just can’t” “Come one it’s not that hard to talk to her” “Maybe not for you but me fuck I can’t even get out one word without stuttering and who’s want to date a stuttering freak” he sadly said. The first time he talked to you is when you punched David Green in the face for fighting with Eddie, he couldn’t even say thank you he just sound like a baby learning their “T’s” and he ran away. He was pulled out of his memory when he heard Erica yell “Y/N!!!!”  Eddie did what he does best, he ran. 

If he is being honest with himself your next interaction was a blur, all he remembers was seeing you at the store, then Erica pushing him into you and somehow left with your number. He called you the moment he got home. He thanks whatever god that was on his side that day because not only did he get your number he got a date for the coming Friday. That was the slowest week of his life, every day went longer than the next and didn’t get him started on the day of the date it felt like time was going backwards. But at last, 4:00 came around when he started getting ready, he ran out the door at 4:45, his van roared to life and Judas Priest blasted through his speaker, and he was on his way to you. You both met at the town diner, Eddie insisted on picking you up but you lived passed the diner and didn’t want him the back track, he knew Wayne wouldn’t have approved but he followed your request. He pulled in the parking lot of the diner he didn’t see your car yet, so he double checked myself in his mirror he fluffed his hair, readjusted his pins, he was looking at his teeth when he heard a knock on the window he jumped and was met with your face. He stepped out of the car “h-hey um how long have you been standing there?” he asked “Long enough” you answered with a giggle he faces turn red. You touch his cheek “Don’t be embarrassed it was cute” you told him his whole body grew hot to your touch when you took your hand off to start walking to the door he stood frozen he hover over where your hand was he could still feel the warm softness “Are you coming” you asked breaking him from his haze “Yes coming” Eddie cringe at the memory of how he acted he looked down at your sleepy body how did she stay with that dork he thought. 

You must of really like that dork since you both went on more dates after. On the fourth date, that one was his favorites, you invited him over to your house. He swore he fell in love when you opened the door, you had an apron on your hair up in a bun with a smudge on your cheek “Hey Eddie come on in” he followed you in he looked like one of those cartoons characters floating following your scent with heart eyes. He brought him into your living room “Here sit give me a minute to freshen up” “Ok” he said watching you disappear into the hallway. He looked around and smiled at your baby pictures along the fireplace. About a minute later you came about “Hey sorry about that you ready” he jaw dropped you had a beautiful red dress on “Close your mouth before you catch flies” you said giving him a wink, he shook his head getting out of the trance you put him in “Sorry I-I- It's just that you look so beautiful” “Come on” you laughed “let's eat” He swear that he died at went to heaven after taking the first bite “Wow y/n oh my this is wow” you laughed at his reaction “Why thank you Eddie I tried my best” Dinner was amazing you were both talking about anything and everything you can think of. Once the plates were empty you grabbed them and took them to the kitchen “Wait let me help” Eddie said “No I got it you are guest just sat there and look pretty that shouldn’t be hard for you” you said in a flirtatious way with a wink. Eddie looked down to hide his obvious red face. Gosh my face must have been so red shot my face still gets red to this day when she flirts. You came out a minute later with a cake covered with strawberries “I hope you didn't mind the strawberries they are my favorite” “It looks beautiful y/n” you cut each a slice and served, Eddie took a bite “Gosh you are just a kitchen Goddess wow” this time you blushed “So Eddie I have something I want to tell you” “Yea tell my anything” he said with a mouth full of cake. You wipe the frosting from his cheek and said “Eddie I really really like you our dates have been amazing so I wanted to know if you wanted to be together like my boyfriend” Eddie’s world stopped you the girl of his dreams wants to be with him “Yes!” he cleared his throat “I mean yea yes would love that”  

The next campaign Eddie ran to Erica and gave her a hug. “Thank you Thank you THANK YOU” “Get off of me you nerd now what are you thanking me for” Erica said in her sassy tone “For pushing me literally into y/n we are together now like I am able to call her my girlfriend” he said excitedly “Well you are welcome” she said patting his back “But if you ever tell anyone that you hugged me I will ruin your life” 

Eddie was beyond excited, even with insults being through at him walking down the halls he had the biggest smile on his face. He finally has a girlfriend; you were his first girlfriend let alone the first girl to talk to him willingly. Eddie was at his locker when he saw you, somehow his smile gotten times bigger you walked up to him and gave him a hug “Hi” you mumbled into his chest, but Eddie was stiff his hand were straight to his side. “Eddie is everything ok” “You hugged me” “Yea sorry I will ask next time I just thought-” “I have never been hugged by a girl before I was just surprised" “Oh” you giggled “Do you want to try again” “Please” he said quickly you wrapped your arms around his waist and he whispered “What do I do now” you whispered “Put your arms around me” he placed his arms around your lower back “I-is this ok” he asked “Yes” after the confirmation Eddie melted into you. Hugging you was now his favorite thing to do. Unfortunately, the bell rang meaning Eddie had to end the hug. “Can I walk you to class? That is what boyfriends do right?” Eddie asked, “Yes you can” You both walked shoulder to shoulder to class you wanted to grab his hand but after the hug he needs time to get used to affection you thought. Eddie had the same thought but a little differently he wanted to grab your hand, but you were in a crowded hallway. Would you want to hold hands with him? In-front of all these people? But you just hugged him? It would be ok right? This time Eddie took the initiative “y/n?” he asked “Yes” “Can I hold your hand” “I thought you never asked” your hand intertwined perfectly like to piece of a puzzle. Your smile matched walking down the hall. 

It has been two months since you and Eddie started dating you have yet to kiss not that Eddie didn’t want to kiss you because God did he want to, but he was scared because you would be his first and he and no clue what to do. It was Saturday and you were at the trailer with him when you brought it up “Eddie?” “Yes princess” “We have been dating for two months already and we haven't kissed do you not want to kiss me?” Eddie’s eye widen “No No I mean yes I mean” he lets out a sigh “I never kissed anyone before and I’m scared to do it wrong” “Oh well don’t worry I could teach you” his ears start turning red “Really” he said shyly “Yes if you want me to” “Yes” he said eagerly “Can we do it now please” he asked. You sat up straight and he mirrored “Ok” you moved closer “Just follow me ok” he nodded. You grabbed his face and brought him closer “I’m going to kiss you now” he gulped and nodded when you pucker your lips, he puckered your lips met and Boom! Firework! You pulled away and Eddie chased after your lips “Wow” “You say that a lot” you giggled “Well because you are so wow” “Can we do it again please” he asked. You pulled his face to yours and kissed Eddie eagerly and opened his mouth, but he opened too big and ended up swallowing your lips. “Oh, my I’m sorry” “Its ok we are practicing did you want to go furthermore tongue?” “Please” he breathed out “Ok let's start” After many bites and awkward lip eating he finally got the hang of kissing and making out. Now look at me I’m a pro he says kissing your sleeping body  

After that teaching, Eddie cannot keep his lips off you. He uses his big brown eyes you love and a “Please” like how you can say no. His leg starts to shake with your lips meet his it’s the cutest thing. 

Over time Eddie got used to the whole dating thing. When you guys first cuddled in it was awkward you laid on his chest and his hands hovered over your body “Do you need help pretty boy” you asked. He blushed at his new nickname and nodded you place his hands where you wanted “Is this ok?” You asked if he couldn’t form words, too many emotions flowing through his body he nodded. During the cuddle his hand accidentally slipped and touched your booty he said sorry almost a thousand times, you had to grab his face and tell him that it was ok. After that he is a cuddle bug whenever his hands go lower, he always asks if its ok.  

“No way” Gareth said “Yep my babe is smoking” Eddie said. He was currently bragging to his friends about how hot your body is. I did this knowing damn well I had yet to see her body let alone see her in a bathing suit I kept my eyes closed while she was changing up till our 4th year of dating. Eddie felt your hands wrap around his waist, the hellfire members laughed watching their big and scary DM melt in a puddle over the slightest touch. “So, y/n are you coming to our gig tonight” Jeff asked “Yes I finally was able to get off work” you said Eddie was beyond excited to have you at his gig. He had been preparing for weeks with the perfect song. The boys were setting up, while Eddie kept on looking at the door “Man relax she is going to be here” Matt said “I know but-” Eddie didn’t get to finish he sentence because you just walked in the door he jumped off the stage running towards you “WHIPPED” Jeff screamed at Eddie he flipped them off before hugging you “Hi baby” he said into your hair “Hey my pretty boy rockstar” Eddie face obviously red already. “I um saved you a spot” he said rubbing the back of his neck “Aw that’s so sweet” “Let me take you” he said grabbing your hand he leads you to a table right front and center “Here you are M’lady” he says in an accent bowing down “Why thank you” he returns back to the stage with a smile on his face, the boys look at him with a knowing look “Shut up” Eddie says before they could say anything. About 10 minutes later their show starts. They begin to play a familiar tune then Eddie voice comes in “You got me runnin baby You give me somethin’ way beyond revenue” My Kinda Lover by Billy Squier one of your favorite songs. The beginning was going get then he looked at you, you looked so pretty sitting there is mind wonder he ended up messing up a few chords he had to look away before anyone noticed. Every time he looked at you either his voice squeaked, or his guitar did. Fuck that was embarrassing he thought but you never said anything you only looked at him with love in your eyes telling him he did amazing every single time. 

One day at lunch you were walking up to their table, Eddie was in a middle of one of his passionate speeches hyping the boys up for the campaign, when you notice there was no seat and Eddie’s lap looked inviting you have been dating for 6 months and been doing a lot of things so what's the harm. So, you sat in his lap, the moment your scent filled his nose and your bottom hit his lap all thoughts left his brain and were filled with you. He started to stutter in his speech the hellfire members smirk as the master was crumbling right in front of their eyes. Out of all the members Dustin was in love with your guy's relationships and Erica but she would never admit it.  

As the one-year mark was approaching Eddie was way more comfortable touching you, he stopped asking to hold your hand but sometimes asks out of habit. Eddie never wants to leave your side he always has a body part touching you.  

Now on your one-year anniversary you had a sleepover at your place. You had snacks galore with all your guy's favorite movies you even bought matching pajamas. The amazing night ended with you and Eddie cuddled up, limbs tangled together in your own love bubble. That was Eddie’s best sleep ever. He woke up early and was able to watch you peacefully sleep protected in his arms. What Eddie didn’t plan for was the night after, he was tossing and turning cuddling into his pillows and blankets, but nothing felt like you. Eddie looks at the clock the time read 1:37 “Fuck it” he put on his shoes and drove to your house. You were woken by Eddie falling through your window “Oh my god Eddie what are you doing” you whisper screamed “I can’t sleep” he said sheepishly. He looked tired and somehow still the cutest thing ever “Come on” you said opening your blanket he happily took off his shoes and jumped in bed with you. He cuddled into you with a sigh “So much better” within 3 minutes baby boy was out like a light.  

Eddie was brought back to reality, feeling you move. “Good morning love” he said kissing your forehead “Good Morning pretty boy” he still blushes at the nick name “Come on get up with got things to do” “I don’t remember planning anything” you told him. He smirks “Hm welp just get ready” “Well what should I wear” “Anything” he kissed your lips “You always look beautiful” he continued. He walked into the kitchen giving you privacy he pulled out the ring in his pocket and admired it “Yep she's the one” he whispered, he heard the door open and quickly hid the ring “You ready” you asked “Always” he said taking your hand leading you out the house knowing when you come back thing will be different for the good.

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ON MADELYNE PRYOR

Shout out to all the comic book stans who follow my blog.

So X-Men 97 inspired me to do a re-read of X-Men from the beginning. My previous read of X-Men jumped all over the place, it was basically X-Men up to Dark Phoenix and then I jumped all the way to the 2000s to 2010s. In my current read I just got to Inferno and holy fuck mom, I never thought I'd like an X-Men arc more than Dark Phoenix but here we are.

This is an entirely personal opinion which I'm not as good at expressing because I prefer over-intellectualizing my feelings, but Inferno is the only other comic book arc to make me feel the way that Judas Cotract did in how tightly and perfectly written as a tragedy it is especially for the female at its center.

Are there any women in all of fiction more doomed by the narrative than Terra Markov and Madelyne Pryor?

I mean I've written about Judas Contract before but what makes that arc so special to me is how it's about a character, a victim, a girl named Terra who by all rights should have been saved by the heroes, but not only fails every step of the way but at every point in her life really. Terra is someone how manifests her victimhood in completely unsympathetic ways but the fact that she basically had no chance in life makes her sympathetic nonetheless.

This comes from the decision that Perez and Wolfram made right from the start to kill her off and never offer her any redemption, which while incredibly callous on the author's part just makes the tragedy even stronger. That's what tragedy is, it's meat to reflect the cruelty and unfairness of life, it's kind of like reality bleeding into fiction.

George’s strength was he also understood the characters 100 percent as I did so there was never any question. He knew. We had talked enough about the characters to know we were exactly on the same page with them. So I said, “Everyone keeps complaining that we’re like the X-Men” and the X-Men had just gotten Kitty Pryde. I said, “Why don’t we really screw around with them completely?” — this is the fans — “…and make them think we’re stealing Kitty Pryde only she’s gonna be bad from Day One.” You always had characters pop up, certainly at Marvel, who were bad that get redeemed. But this character would never get redeemed. She was insane. In fact, she was the catalyst for everything. She wasn’t working for Deathstroke. He was working for her in many ways and she was leading him because she’s crazy. She’s a total psychopath… and she’d be 15. 

Terra's a total psychopath and she's fifteen and that's the tragedy. Was there really any other way that Terra could have turned out? A girl who has been abandoned, who was given incredible powers but no love, support, or nurturing and clearly doesn't have a home or any stability in her life if she's working as a mercenary at that young. A girl who thinks herself a villain and a player in the game but is clearly being manipulated by a fifty plus year old man who is smarter, more mature, and a serial user and abuser of people.

Terra's not just the villain, she's the protagonist of the tragedy walking through the play unknowing that her every single decision will lead to her inevitable end.

Judas Cotract and Inferno are two arcs that most evoke the feel of the Tower in Tarot to me. The Tower is just, ruin and destruction, a complete loss of control, the realization that everything you thought was wrong and in fact the world doesn't care much about what you think. It's a reminder that life isn't even cruel, it's nothing, it's random.

However, first you have to build up the tower before you start pulling the jenga blocks out one by one. Terra spends several arcs with the Teen Titans showing disturbing unchildlike behavior, but one of the so-called Heroes even notice that there's something wrong. When she does get close to blowing her cover, a violent incident where she nearly badly hurts Beast Boy after he comes onto her way too hard which is an understandable reaction as a victim of SA that gets brushed under the rug too.

It makes the heroes look worse as well. If they were heroes dedicated to saving people at all costs shouldn't they have noticed the trouble of someone right next to them? Yet, they all kind of collectively remain oblivious the same way that most victims in real life especially of Terra's kind of trauma are left to suffer in silence. Not to say the Teen Titans are bad, they are kids, and therefore it makes sense they don't have the emotional maturity to notice - it just makes them look more human.

So to summarize my point above what makes Judas Contract is a good tragedy and why Inferno makes me feel the same way narrows down to two reasons.

Madelyne and Terra are both doomed by the narrative, there was no saving them right from the beginning.

However, the fact that the heroes failed to save them reflects poorly on them.

Finally, Madelyne Pryor.

Oh Madelyne the world did you so dirty. I'm partially to blame because I skipped right to the 2000s in my first read, but before this point I'd known nothing about Madelyne other than that she was a clone of Jean Grey who died.

My first impressions of her when she was introduced shortly after Dark Phoenix weren't all that great either. Chris Claremont writes good female characters, that's not really a hot take. I'm sure you've heard of Storm, Rogue, Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Emma Frost etc.

However, I've noticed there are like two tiers of female characters he tends to write. There are the first stringers which are your storms, your rogues, these are characters who are meant to be independent and have arcs. Then there are the second stringers who are just meat to serve a role in the story. This isn't a criticism on the way Claremont writes women, I mean all stories have major and minor characters.

Madelyne Pryor was never meant to be a main character. There wasn't anything about her character that I disliked per se, she is independent, she seemed to have a life outside of Cyclops, she tries really hard to separate herself from the image of Jean Grey. However, she was clearly written to give Cyclops a wife and child in the aftermath of Jean's death and a reason to retire.

While the editorial mandate that made Claremont pull Cyclops out of his happy ending so he could rejoin a team with the original five x-men for the sake of nostalgia sucks, it is also the best thing to happen to Madelyne's character.

Madelyne before that point was a perfectly functional character for her role but she wasn't all that dynamic, she liked planes, she didn't like Jean's ghost hanging over her, she's pretty spunky and headstrong but she was at most a good supporting character but that's all she was. Claremont just decided to double down on that, Scott actually treats his wife like she exists to do nothing but support him and his emotional issues. Madelyne gives all the support that she can give and then Scott just up and leaves anyway. The woman who only existed to be a love interest to give Scott a happy ending, now has no other reason to exist without the man she's supposed to love and her happy ending turns to ash in her mouth.

This is the same feeling I was talking about with Terra, this is a person who was basically failed at every step of the way. A person who has no family. no support, it's almost worse in this case because Madelyne thought she did only for that person to toss her aside.

There's no saving Madelyne, and the fact that Scott didn't save her, that he didn't both trying until he was too late makes him the villain.

If anything Inferno is better than Judas Contract at dragging the heroes down to their lowest points, because The Teen Titans failing to save Terra is understandable because of how young they are but there's no excusing Scott's actions. Madelyne may run around in a skimpy outfit calling herself the goblin queen but the villain of this story is named Scott Summers. He had a responsibility and obligation towards Madelyne to save her and he failed, and it makes him a bad hero and an even worse person.

One of the key components of a tragedy is also agency. Agency is basically the freedom a character has to choose and how much their choices matter in the grand scheme of things and impact their narratives.

Tragedies are often defined by how little agency the characters are shown to have, and how limited their range of choices are. One of the biggest themes of tragedy is fate and inevitability at all. For example one of my favorite tragedies antigone is about a girl with very little power in the ancient greek city of Thebes who still makes a choice to give her brother a proper burial even though she knows she'll be executed for it.

Dark Phoenix is all about agency. Jean Grey is dealing with three different forces trying to take her mind, her agency. There's the corrupting influence of Phoenix, there's the Hellfire Club who wants to make her into a puppet, and then there's Charles Xavier who wants to put a lid on her tremendous powers. Everyone trying to take agency away from Jean eventually leads her to snap and try to take all of that agency back by embracing godhood because who has more agency, more control than a god? Even Jean's act of killing herself at the end was reclaiming her agency, it's her choice to die as a human rather than be executed, or to lose herself to the phoenix.

What breaks Madelyne is not Scott leaving her. Which made me like her character a lot, like the moment Scott left Madelyne was shown just how stubborn and determined she was. Madelyne stood out as the only normal human amongst the x-men who still held her own like Moira did (i guess Moira is a mutant now but I'm still in the 80s so w/e).

What breaks her is the revelation that she never had any agency in her life to begin with. Scott was always meant to fall in love with her, he was always meant to leave her, because she was nothing more than a womb for Sinister's breeding project. Once again it's masterful how Scott looks equally as villainous as Sinister in this scenario in how neither of them regards Madelyne as a person, just an object to project their desires upon.

(Honestly Jean Grey doesn't come out looking all that great either considering how little sympathy she has for Madelyne because she just sees her as an obstacle to getting back together with Scott. If anyone Jean should sympathize with Madelyne the most because they've both been toyed with cosmic forces out of their control, but I guess it goes to show how selfish and destructive Jean and Scott's love for each can be).

Is there any sequence more tragic in all of comics than this series of panels?

The symbolism in these panels too and how it relates to the themes of agency with Madelyne's character. Madelyne was a free and self-driven woman (or at least she thought she was) living out her dream of being a pilot which to her the ability to fly her wings represents her freedom and indepedence. The only thing she thought that could make her happier was Scott, but in the end not only did Scott take her wings away, he took away her everything and gave it to someone else.

"Time to lose those wings, Maddie. You can't really fly, anyway. You're not special like us."

If there's any words to express the inherent tragedy of Maddie's character is this, she's a person who thought she was free to fly, that she was real, that her life mattered only to have all that taken away from her. Maddie like Terra thinks she has agency that she's making decisions but she had no real choices from the beginning.

That's also a good way to express what makes tragedies hit as hard as they do. Tragedies slap you with the realization that you're not special. The hero is not a hero, they don't have plot armor, they're not immune to consequences, they're human and just like all humans they fail.

Even the act that Madelyne thinks is reclaiming her agency by gaining power as the Goblin Queen is in fact, not her choice. She doesn't choose to sell her soul, she's tricked into doing it by a rebellious demon that wants to kick Illyana out and reclaim limbo for himself. In Madelyne's one act of trying to steal back her power and freedom she is still just a pawn in another person's scheme.

There's also Madelyne going through literal hell itself to reclaim her son, only to make the decision to sacrifice him along with several other infants which seems to make her usympathetic but ironically makes her more sympathetic to me.

There's the obvious reference to Medea there. If all the parallels aren't obvious enough already, Jason and the Argonauts gets namedropped during the arc.

One of my favorite things about Medea the tragedy by Euripedes is that Medea is not just a girlboss who gets revenge on Jason and then walks away. Straightforward revenge narratives are bad because revenge is... bad actually. The decision to inflict more pain and suffering in the world doesn't break the chain of suffering.

Medea kills her children to show that Jason is not entirely in the wrong, and Medea is not entirely in the right. They are two human beings who's relationship is blowing up in the worst way possible. I mean Jason himself does have some points in the play, he's making a political marriage to save both of them, the only reason he's exiling Medea is because Medea made loud death threats at Jason's new bride. It's not just the heartbreak of being abandoned that drives Medea, it's her pride, the whole play started because Medea didn't want to settle for being a side chick.

Medea wants revenge against Jason but she doesn't take her revenge on Jason, she takes revenge on everyone around him for the purpose of making him feel as alone and lost as he did her. She'll kill her own children, even if it kills her to do so, just to spite him a little more.

Which leads to one of my favorite scenes in all of fiction, Medea holding the knife over her own child's throat, bargaining with herself trying to convince herself to do something she objectively knows is wrong.

MEDEA I’ve made up my mind, my friends. I’ll do it—kill my children now, without delay, and flee this land. I must not hesitate. That would hand them over to someone else to be slaughtered by a hand less loving.                                      No matter what, the children have to die. Since that’s the case, then I, who gave them life,                                will kill them. Arm yourself for this, my heart. Why do I put off doing this dreadful act, since it must be done? Come, pick up the sword, wretched hand of mine. Pick up the sword, move to where your life of misery begins. Don’t play the coward. Don’t remember now how much you love them, how you gave them life. For this short day forget they are your children                          and mourn them later. Although you kill them, still you loved them. As a woman, I’m so sad.     

Why would Madelyne after going through all that trouble to find her son, instead choose to give him to the fire? It's because for a person who was given so little choice over her own life, the choice to self-destruct is still a choice. The choice to destroy something with your own hands rather than let it be destroyed for someone else is still a choice.

That would hand them over to someone else to be slaughtered by a hand less loving.                                      No matter what, the children have to die. Since that’s the case, then I, who gave them life,                                will kill them.

I think I may like Madelyne more than Jean at this point?

The same way I like Terra more than Raven. They're very similiar characters, but it takes possession by Trigon to get Raven to attack the titans. Terra just tries to kill them by her own free will. She's willing to bury herself if it gives her one last chance at burying the titans to too. Madelyne on the other hand is willing to walk barefoot into hell, if it means she can drag Scott and the X-Men with her. Jean does things under the influence of the Phoenix, but she chose to die as a human being at the end of Dark Phoenix. Madelyne however made the opposite choice, throwing all her humanity away she gave herself wholly and unreservedly to the fire.

Also damn, x-men 97 did this arc so dirty by speedrunning through it in one episode. This is also one of the most well set-up arcs in the X-Men comics with so many threads like X-Factor, X-Men and New Mutants all coming together. It really deserved its own season not like 2 episodes, and then Madelyne dying halfway through this season.

[munson-blurbs]

@corrodedcoffinfest Day 25: Gareth

Word Count: 496/Rating: T/Pairing: None/CW: parental conflict, anxiety, mention of financial troubles, mention of drinking/Tags: Eddie Munson, Gareth, friendship

Divider credit to @silkholland

Gareth’s favorite thing about the drums was that they were loud. Especially the way he played them, rocking out to Metallica or Judas Priest. His parents bought him his first drum set when he was nine, assuming that his music taste would align with theirs, but Gareth preferred the stylings of Lars Ulrich over Ringo Starr.

Now, despite being holed up in the garage, he can hear his mom and dad arguing. It was the same argument they’d been having for years: Dad worked too much, Mom spent too much money; Dad had to work a lot to keep up with Mom’s spending, Mom shopped because she was lonely.

Gareth’s foot finds the pedal, pulsing out a steady rhythm on the bass drum. His palms grip the drumsticks and he taps the snare to AC/DC’s Shoot to Thrill.

“Why did you open up another damn credit card?” “Because I needed to buy groceries, and the others were maxed out!” “And why the fuck do you think that is?”

He grits his teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as though that will silence the fighting, and plays louder. He plays until the only sound he hears is music, echoing off of the concrete walls and infiltrating all five of his senses. He plays like his life depends upon it. 

“Maybe if you got a goddamn job of your own—” “Being a mother is a job!” “He’s fifteen! He doesn’t need his mommy watching over his shoulder anymore!”

The garage vibrates with noise. Gareth’s fingertips go numb, but he doesn’t stop. He never stops until they do. 

“You could cut back, too, y’know.” “On what?!” “How about that six-pack you down every night?”

Louder. Louder. Louder. 

Gareth isn’t even certain that he’s still playing a song. Cymbals crash, but he doesn’t remember hitting them. Sweat drips down his temple, down his cheek, mixing in with the tears he doesn’t realize he’s shedding. 

“So you can spend my hard-earned money on expensive bags, but I can’t drop a few bucks on beer?”

His chest heaves, breath lodged someplace where he can’t catch it. 

Thump thump. 

The sound melds with the song’s beat, and Gareth doesn’t register that it isn’t coming from his drums. 

Thump thump thump thump thump—

“Gareth the Great?”

The nickname lassos him back into reality, his mind once again settling within his body. 

“Eddie?” He drops the drumsticks and jogs over to the door, wrangling it open. 

Eddie stands there, flicking his cigarette ashes onto the driveway. “Wanna grab a slice of pizza or something?”

Gareth nods. It’s as though his friend gets premonitions that tell him when people need him most. 

“Yeah.”

“Alright.” Eddie extinguishes the cigarette with the toe of his Reeboks. He cocks his head and looks at Gareth. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Gareth says again. Neither he nor Eddie believe it, but there’s no further questioning. He’ll talk when he’s ready. 

Eddie grins and spins his keyring around his forefinger. “Cool. Your treat.”

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[mackeydoodledoo]

My Sweet Dove: Chapter 2

Pairing: Larissa Weems x (Fem! Vampire)Reader

Summary: You're the only vampire in existence that is basically immune to Nightshade Poison. When your supposed soulmate is injected with such, you go feral.

Warnings: WEDNESDAY SERIES SPOILERS, Near-Death, BLOOD

Chapter Key: Italics = Thoughts, Bold/Italic = Flashback, Bold = Letter, Cross Out = Demonic

Chapter Theme: Judas - Lady Gaga

A/n: None

Taglist: @bxtrflyr​, @mymommawanda​, @agathasslutt​

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"For the record Y/l/n, I did miss you. Terribly.”

“You are incompetent. A stone around my neck.”

You sit on your windowsill; basking in the moon’s light, the memories you shared with her when you two were young; happy, times were easier. Now, the memories you share with her when you two are now older, the Outcast community in jeopardy due to recent murders on Normies, Eugene’s attack... 

“Here I thought you called me back here because you missed me.”

Maybe she didn't miss me after all...

Fortunately you packed light... You begin to shove everything into your backpack. 

“Y/n?” A familiar voice calls from the other side of the door

You didn’t want to talk to her... You didn’t want all your pent up anger be taken out on her. Plus, you just didn’t feel like talking after all. In a quick haste, you swiftly shove your backpack underneath your bed and land into bed, hiding yourself underneath the covers just as your door opens. 

“Y/n? Are you awake?” Weems calls out

Obviously I’m not...

Of course, you were faking on being asleep. You felt a weight sit right against your back as you continue to act like you were sleeping, nearly sinking against the weight.

“Oh my Sweet Bat,” She sighs

Your eyes nearly shot open as you listen to her say her little personal nickname for you.

“No Larissa, for the last time I can’t turn into a bat,” You sigh

“But, your favorite mammals are bats aren’t they?” She asks

“Just because they are, doesn’t mean that I can transform into one,” You say, “My dad used to have that ability, so did my mom. But, I only developed a gross, rare genetic that no other Vampire had ever developed.”

“Well, you’re still a Sweet Bat to me,” She says, with a smile

You stir in your bed when you felt her hand brush hair behind your ear; nearly making Larissa jump off of the bed. She clears her own throat and swiftly exits your room. You wait an extra couple minutes for good measure. When you could no longer hear the clacking of her high heels, you spring yourself back out of your bed and slide the backpack over your shoulders. Slowly, you open the window and hoist your leg right over the edge. 

I’ll miss you... My Sweet Dove...

*Larissa’s POV* You had long since thought about what you last said to Y/n and your felt guilty for calling her incompetent. You patiently wait for Y/n to walk through your door so you could give her a proper apology. 

However, seconds turned to minutes... Minutes turned to an hour... 

It’s not like Y/n to be late...

You stand from your desk and begin making your way to her quarters. You look down at your watch; making sure that you're giving yourself time to visit Y/n before personally taking Wednesday to the station. Once you reached Y/n’s door, you brush anything down and compose yourself.

“Y/n?” You call, gently knocking on the door

There wasn’t a call back. 

You knock again...

Again, no response to your gesture. 

Panic sets in as you burst through the unlocked door. No one was in her room. Not even Y/n herself.

“Y/n!” You shout

You try to look through her room just in case she was hiding. But, the room you had given her didn’t have the luxuries that your room did. You fall onto the floor, tears streaming down your face.

*Wednesday’s POV* “Principal Weems, you seem on edge,” You say, breaking the awkward silence to the hospital, “What’s bothering you?”

“Y/l/n left in the middle of the night...” She sighs, “After I called for your expulsion, we had gotten into an argument about you and... I had something that I now regret...”

“Which is?” You ask

“I called y/n incompetent...” She shudders at the memory, “And... That she was a stone around my neck...”

“Yes, there were times where she is a pain,” You explain, “But, I see how she would go the extra mile for you. Even if it would be against your own better judgment. I take that you and her had history while you two were students yes?”

“That is classified,” Weems tries to downplay the fact she did have feelings for Y/n when they were students.

*Larissa’s POV* “You like the most useless vampire in the entire school?!” A ‘friend’ asks Weems, “Lame.”

“It’s not about what type of vampire she is,” You say, “She would always go out of her way for me and no one has ever done that for me.”

“It’s because you ask,” They add

“That’s the thing, I don’t,” She says, “It’s like she simply does it because she wants to.”

“Talk a bout a stalker,” They say, trying to joke about it

“Okay either she’s lame because she’s not as cool of a vampire as every other vampire here, or she’s a creep because she's more than willing to be there for more more than you have all four years we've been here?” You ask 

“Principal Weems,” Wednesday’s voice calls you out of your memory lane

You look down at her.

“Are you coming in with me or not?” She asks, “Worried I may run off?”

“Not at all,” You clear throat, “Let’s go.”

You follow closely behind Wednesday as the both of you enter the hospital: Eugene’s moms outside of his room.

“Principal Weems,” They greet you

You greet them back but make sure to keep an eye on Wednesday as she advances into his room.

*Wednesday’s POV* You briskly walk back up to the principal, the look on your face (despite you barely show any form of emotion) told her that something was wrong.

“It’s always the ones who pass off as overly kind...” You sigh, coming to walk over to the principal, “It was Thornhill behind the murders and she controls Tyler. Eugene told me everything: the person that blew up the cave, he said he saw red boots. Who else in the school wears red boots?”

You watch as the Weems’ face changes from concern, to distraught. 

I was right... Sort of...

“We have to confront her,” You suggest, “Make her pay for harming humans and one of our own.”

“You know she will deny being the mastermind behind these murders and the control of the Hyde,” Weems says

“We’ll bring in Tyler,” You say

You look at her, in a way that Weems finally catches on.

“Pretend you're him and make her confess everything,” You explain, “I can instigate her into confessing, all you have to do is act.”

“Alright,” Weems sighs, composing herself

*Y/n’s POV* You sit at the Weathervane as you take a last cup of coffee. However, you spot Weems and Wednesday even for a split second, driving. Something about the look on their face made your fangs itch with discomfort. 

Something isn’t right...

+*+

From a distance you begin following the two size dynamic duo as you follow them back to the school; following them to the greenhouse.

You look at the outer structure of the greenhouse as you hear muffled conversations going on.

“Where... Are you...” You speak to yourself

When you would need some time to think to yourself, or just need silence, you went to the greenhouse. However, with time you found a secret spot within the greenhouse not even the former Botany teacher had found when you were a student there. It gave you an entrance to the class. However, this time, you were keeping to the shadows. 

“You were never getting on that train,” Thornhill explains, “I’ve sent Tyler to intercept you.”

“I never made it to the station. Heard enough?” Wednesday calls towards “Tyler”

Thornhill turns to him as she watches him ‘turn’.

“After Eugene told me everything Principal Weems and I decided to confront you ourselves.” Wednesday explains

“Don’t make this harder than it already is Marylin,” She says

For a second, you saw something gleam against your eyes as you see Thornhill reach into her pocket.

“My name is Laurel!” She yells

It all happened in a flash. You heard the Nightshade Poison beginning to course itself through Larissa’s entire nerves system.

"No!" You shout

You come out of hiding as soon as The Principal fell to the ground, heaving for air. You shove Thornhill away from the three of you.

"Principal Weems!" Wednesday tries to call out to her

“It’s gross, my rare genetic,” You explain to Larissa

“Why?” She asks

“I basically have to suck on the person’s blood to extract the nightshade poison form their system,” You say

“Have you ever had to do that?” She asks, “Suck on someone’s blood?”

“Nope, I don’t plan to,” You say

I gotta plan to now...

"Move aside Wednesday," You say, slowly leaning down

"What are you going to do?" She asks

"Making use of my rare genetic," You say

Gently, you turn Weems slightly; exposing her neck, where the injection point had been. You gently lift her neck towards your mouth.

"I got you Larissa," You whisper as your teeth breaks her skin

You felt the initial sting of the poison but due to your protective saliva, you felt nothing. You lift your head and spit out the first batch and go back in one more to make sure the remaining poison gets out of her system. However, the second initial sting didn't show. But you spat it out away; seeing the glow of the poison. However, once you went back in for a third time, something felt different...

"Y/n?" Wednesday calls out to you

You don't respond. Your vision: hazed... Her blood was addicting...

It's like... Sweet tart cherries...

*Wednesday’s POV* You could hear the feral coming out of Y/n as you watch her continuing to drink the principal’s blood. Normally, things like that didn’t phase you. But, the darkening of her eyes, the growl coming from her throat every time she took a sip... Scared you. Not in a good way.

"Y/n snap out of it!" You push her, firmly

*Y/N’s POV* Your fangs loosen themselves from Larissa’s flesh as you spit out the last of her blood infected with nightshade poison. However, you didn’t see shades of blue in the last batch....

Oh... Did I nearly kill her?.... Is that why it tasted like sweet tart cherries?...

“I’ll take her to the hospital,” You say, “I almost killed her...”

You remove your inner shirt and place it over her wound to 

“Kick Thornhill’s ass for me kiddo.” You look at her

Even for a second, you hear Wednesday’s facial muscles push themselves into a devilish smile.

+*+

You exit the hospital... You felt anxiety course through you: Weems in the hospital in critical condition, the school is in danger... There was so much going on your emotional state couldn’t handle it at all...

Thornhill needs to pay...

You break into a run back towards the school... 

You were fast... Heightened agility was one of the many perks of being a vampire. But, it didn’t fully develop until after you graduated from Nevermore. You technically never needed to drive to get form one place to another... For a short distance. 

I still don’t condone showing my vampirism... But, desperate means calls for desperate measures. 

*Wednesday’s POV* You watch as Crackstone begins to shrivel away. However, the moment of relief 

“THORNHILL!” A booming voice echoes through the courtyard

You, Thornhill and Bianca look over and see Y/n... But, something was off about her. 

“What happened to Y/n?” Bianca comes up to you

“I... I think she went feral...” You say, wide-eyed

*Y/n’s POV*  In the blink of an eye, you were directly face to face with Thornhill. 

“So you decided to stick around and find out of what happens when you decide to mess with us outcasts?” You ask, a devilish smile forming

All of your teeth were sharpened to a point: durable enough to tear through metal. Your eyes were heavily dilated. 

“I-I-I-”

“SILENCE!” You screech

She shuts her mouth. 

“Would you like to see what happens to vile creatures like you mess with something that I hold dear?” You ask

She shakes her head.

“WRONG ANSWER!” You shout

You grab Thornhill by the chin as you begin lifting her off of her feet effortlessly.

“Doc, what do you mean I could go ‘Feral’?” You ask

“It’s an extremely rare case,” They explain, “But, it mostly happens when you would drink blood. But, one that would taste like a sweet tart kind of deal.”

“Doc, I only drink any type of red drink,” You explain, “No human blood in my diet.”

“I suggest being careful form now on,” They say, “Drink a certain person’s blood and you could end up going feral.”

*Wednesday’s POV* “She drank Weems’ blood,” You conclude

“What does Y/n’s basic vampire anatomy have to do with this?” Bianca asks

“She was the one who extracted nightshade poison from Principal Weems’ body,” Your explain, “But, there was a moment after, where it looked like she became animalistic.”

Bianca looks over to Y/n, clawing at Thornhill’s chin. blood seeping through her fingers.

“I have to stop her,” You state

You run over to Y/n and practically bodyslam into her. You coil your arms around her midsection. The simple thought of it being considered a hug was making you vomit.

“Get a hold of yourself Y/n!” You shout, “Principal Weems wouldn’t want you to turn into a murderer! It’s over!”

*Y/n’s POV* “Y/n,” A voice calls out to you

Larissa?!...

You drop Thornhill onto the ground as your blood begins boiling again. You let out a yelp as you begin clutching your head.

+*+

You watch her as she lays unconscious in the hospital room bed, in particular her bandages covering your bite marks.

"How is she doc?" You ask the doctor brushing past you

"She's stable," They explain, "But, we aren't sure when she'll be conscious again."

"I see, thank you doc," You say

You watch them beginning to check Larissa's vitals, all the doctor-things you were never smart enough for. 

“Help!” You shout through the hospital, “Help!”

Some nurses instantly bring you a gurney to place Larissa upon as they bring her into an open room. 

“What happened?!” The doctor comes rushing in

“She got infected with Nightshade Poison,” You say

“And how the hell did these teeth marks get here?” He asks, beginning to properly clean it

Your eyes widen as you notice the nurses eyes on you. Although it wasn’t uncommon for the Outcasts to be among humans, you didn’t find it so ethical to show any hints of your vampirism to humans. 

“I uhhh... May or may not have sucked all the poison out of her blood system but also began drinking her blood after the fact...” You say, wiping your mouth

“I see,” He clears his throat, “I will need you to step out so we can get her looked at.”

You nod as you make your way out of the room.

That was when you unknowingly became feral and... Nearly killed Laurel Gates whilst Wednesday was occupied with Joseph Crackstone. 

*Larissa's POV* You slowly open your eyes as you wake to the sound of the IV monitor beeping at your side.

"Principal Weems, you're finally up," the Doctor sighs

"How long was I out?" You ask

You try and use your arm to help you sit up but the pain in your shoulder made you lay back down.

"Several days," He explains

"Several days?!" You ask

"You were injected with Nightshade Poison," He continues, "But, something or someone was able to get all of it out of your system. But, it barely made it just before it had all of your systems shut down. So yes, it took awhile for your body to build its own immunity back up."

"Who on earth had the ability to do all of that?” You ask

“It may have something to do with that one person who brought you in here,” He says

“Who?” You ask

“Never left a name but left you a letter,” He says

He hands you a decently folded letter before he turns to step out of the room. Your eyes travel down to the creme colored sheet of paper; slowly unfolding it. 

My Sweet Dove,

If you're reading this, good. The doctor remembered to give my letter. When we were students, times were easier... We were young, living our best lives, making promises to each other for the future... Now that we’re older however, I realize now that we shouldn’t have made such promises that we couldn’t keep to each other. But, nonetheless, you are right about me. I truly am the most incompetent being to be around... But, fortunately you won’t have to deal with me any longer. By the time you read this, I’m already at the station... I’m leaving Jericho... I don't know if I have a plan to come back. I’ll figure that out... Eventually.

- Y/n Y/l/n

Tears stream down your eyes as you make yourself remember the last words you told Y/n: that she was incompetent and that she was a stone around your neck...

+*+

You were changing out of the last outfit you were in as the other was set out along your bed. However, when you looked at yourself in the mirror, you notice the maroon red scabs that sit against the base of your neck into your collarbone.

Those teeth marks look like...

You gently run your fingers over the semi-healed marks. Your mind then goes to the letter Y/n left for you...

Maybe you could catch her before she’s gone... Possibly for good.

Chapter 3 (Epilogue)

[poppykreslina]

Robert Hawkins info Post :

He was a big music fan, here’s a list of artists Rob liked.

1. MushroomHead

2. HIM band

3. BlackStreet

4. Misfits

5. Dr Dre

6. DMX

7. Lil wyte

8. Judas Priest

9. Dope

10.Wall

Anything besides country music

His close Friend he was living with at the time told me about the time when he seen Rob return to school after being sent away. He said “ So a couple years go by and l'm in computer class and he's just like heyyyy what's up man and I go holy shit Robby what's up like where have you been. And I remember him telling me he was like man I got sent away like I tried to kill my step mom because she was being a bitch I sprayed raid on her food. And to me at the time I was like kind of laughing like are you serious and just it sounded so stupid it was kind of funny and l'm just like wth hell but we started talking again just immediately picked up right where we left off we were laughing like hyenas never laughed so hard in my life”

“ We would tell jokes and stories and make fun of people and this time it was like we were best friends I'd see him in the halls and say hi but we never hung out out side of class”

His friend also told me about Kaci. The girl he cheated on like twice

“ I knew Kaci and we were talking and they met then rob asked me if Kaci could come over and yeah they hooked up in my basement lol

I could hear it and it was the funniest thing ever”

“ I remember when he got her too like I was jealous because I had a crush on her for the longest and she was hot she liked me but as soon as she met Rob she was just like omg he's the sexiest person I ever seen and I'm like who rob and you look at him and he's all feeble and like ohhh h-h-heyyyy”

“ My friends were there too and yeah... He put the work in on that poor girl

She was screaming his name and you just heard this smacking noise we were like damn rob”

The girl Rob threatened

“ So the girl that he threatened or whatever was his ex girlfriend and I don't know what they were arguing about but I think it was because he wanted to go back to his girlfriend Kaci he cheated on her with that girl and then he apologized to Kacie said he loved her and didn't want to be with the other girl and she flipped out or something and he just said like leave me alone or l'm gonna k*ll you

He”

About Robs mom Molly

“ That's what really pissed him off too is his mom didn't want anything to do with him at all until she found out he was living with us and he even told me like man my mom's being all nice I think his mom was just jealous or she thought we had money or something but she tricked him into letting her back in his life and she let him borrow that jeep and he was so happy he's like man I finally got wheels my mom is talking to me then she did what she always did she turned in him told him how pathetic he was and that she wanted all her stuff back and that what did it. He couldn't handle it anymore and he snapped

Idk what that lady's problem is but shes evil”

Friend telling me what it was like when living with him

“ I just remembered like sitting down at the dinner table with him and my parents and we would be eating steak like regularly my dad always got good beef and grilled all the time he would always say how good everything was

And he like our dogs was always petting them”

Fake Fight Scene Vids

“We did like fake fight scenes and off roading four-wheeling we go to gun range film us shooting stuff we made a manikin and threw at people from inside the woods

I had this crappy purple truck but I cut the exhaust off it and put mud tires on it and we like tricked it out we put big huge stereo speakers in the back and black lights“

1. He was 5’7 (I asked a family member so don’t question it 😐)

2. He taught his sisters how to do the “blood” sign

3. His friends grandma made him a blanket and Rob said it was the best thing ever given to him. When the grandma passed away he even cried.

4. He had a stonery type voice lol

5. He would smoke a pack of cigarettes in one day

6. He worked at McDonald’s and Runza

7. Day before the shooting his friend tested out his gun while Rob was at work because he thought they were going to the shooting range the next day . When Rob found out about it he was furious telling his friend “you’re not supposed to touch that” going off on him.

Concerts Rob Went to

MushroomHead (2004)

Kottonmouth (2006-7??) Rob and His friend got kicked out of the venue because they were both caught smoking pot

All info found out by me

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

From Hell to Home To Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

@emen-98

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chrissy frowned as she walked to class. She didn't mean to make Dustin feel so bad, but he shouldn't have left home like that. What if something had happened to him? She had told him she didn't want to lose another brother, but maybe that was too far. He just wanted to go look for his friend. Was she turning into her birth mother?

"No," Steve said.

When did she get to Nancy's locker? She blinked at Steve.

"What?"

"No, you are not turning into your mother," Steve said. "I know that look. What happened?"

"I got into a fight with my brother last night for sneaking out," Chrissy said.

"Oh, I thought you and your mom knew he was at my house," Nancy said. "I have no idea what they were doing in the basement."

"Planning to look for Will probably," Chrissy said. "I told him I didn't want to lose another brother and he looked so guilty."

"He knows you love him, and that's something your mother would never say. Think Wilbur," Steve said and touched Chrissy's nose.

"You know about Wilbur?" Nancy asked.

"Yeah, of course," Steve said. "I think it's cute."

"Me too," Nancy said, looking at him fondly.

Chrissy smiled at the pair of them. They were so cute. Meanwhile, Barb was rolling her eyes. Chrissy nudged her, and she grinned. She leaned next to Barb and raised her eyebrow questioningly. Barb shook her head. She wasn't ready to talk. Chrissy bumped her shoulder playfully, and Barb smiled. She let her eyes drift for a moment as Steve and Nancy did their little dance. Chrissy's eyes landed on a locker all the way across the hall. Leaning against the locker was a long-legged girl in a corduroy baseball cap, talking to none other than Eddie Munson. Eddie. Chrissy bit her lip. She hadn't talked to him since the Talent Show. It wasn't that she didn't want to. It was just that life kind of got in the way, and she spent a lot of time trying to figure out how to figure out her new life under a new roof with a new name and family. Before she knew it, time got away from her.

Now, here she was, and suddenly, the memory of that night came flooding back. He was still as cute as she remembered, cuter even. His hair was longer and very curly. He wore a vest now with pins and patches that look put on by himself. His shirt was a faded Led Zeppelin shirt. The same white one that she had. Chrissy was kind of surprised that it wasn't a heavy metal band like Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, or Judas Priest. She vaguely recalled him playing some Black Sabbath at the Talent Show. It was the only time she listened to heavy metal. She supposed he could also like rock music too. Chrissy herself didn't have a particular taste in music, mostly listening to what sounded good to her ears at the time. It generally depended on her mood. She smiled at the shirt, wondering what else they had in common and what else they didn't. A familiar feeling tugged at her stomach. Uh oh.

Chrissy sighed. She recognized that feeling. It was the same feeling she got when she first started crushing on Heather. They hadn't dated long but long enough to know that Chrissy definitely also liked women. Luckily, they ended on good terms. She should really stop watching him before he noticed, but she was mesmerized by the gesturing of his hands and the grin on his face. Oh my God, he has dimples. Suddenly, she felt someone push her.

"Why are you staring at Eddie Munson?" Barb asked and then said with a teasing grin, "It's rude to stare, you know."

"I wasn't!" Chrissy exclaimed, blushing.

"Oh my god! Are you crushing on him?" Barb asked.

Just then, the bell rang, and Chrissy breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, look, saved by the bell," Chrissy grinned gratefully.

"Oh, by the way, we've been invited to a party at Steve's house," Barb said.

"But it's a Tuesday," Chrissy said in confusion as they walked to class.

"That's what Nancy said. Apparently, it's going to be low-key," Barb muttered. "Whatever that means."

"It means just us, Steve, Tommy, and Carol," Chrissy said. "His parties are always low-key."

"So, he doesn't throw ragers?" She asked.

"He goes to ragers. He doesn't throw them," Chrissy replied.

"Seriously?" Barb asked and rolled her eyes.

"It's going to be fun even if Tommy and Carol are going to be there," Chrissy said.

"It'd be better without Steve too," Barb muttered.

"Barb!"

"Oh, God, look," Carol said.

Jonathan was putting up missing posters of Will.

"Oh God, that's depressing," Steve said.

"Poor Jonathan," Chrissy agreed with Steve.

"Should we say something?" Nancy asked.

"I don't think he speaks," Carol said, and Chrissy glared at her.

"How much do you want to bet he killed him?" Tommy laughed.

"Shut up," Steve and Chrissy said as Nancy walked away.

"Steve, why the fuck are you still friends with these assholes?" Chrissy asked.

"Because he'd have no one else," Carol laughed.

Chrissy could tell by the look on Steve’s face that this wasn't the first time that they said something like this. Steve tried to laugh it off, but even Barb could tell it bothered him.

"He's got Chrissy," Barb scowled.

"Oooh," Tommy said and laughed with Carol.

Somehow, Chrissy managed to get through the day even though Will entered her thoughts every so often, and even Eddie filtered in there. She made sure the kids made it to Mike's before biking over to Benny's to make up for missing yesterday. However, when she got there, police cars were out in front. She dropped her bike. Chrissy was quick and managed to dodge the cops' arms as they made to grab her. She burst into the diner and gasped at the sight of Benny lying dead at a table with a gun in his hand as though he had killed himself.

"Benny!"

Suddenly, Hopper was standing in front of her, blocking her view.

"Kid, you shouldn't be seeing this," Hopper said gently.

"He didn't kill himself!" Chrissy sobbed. "He couldn't have. He was supposed to go out with my mom this weekend. He wouldn't do that!"

"He finally asked out Claudia?" Hopper asked.

"Yes! Oh God, mom. What am I supposed to tell her?" Chrissy cried. "He's not - He's not dead."

Hopper pulled Chrissy against him and let her cry in his arms.

"Hey, you guys handle this for a moment. I'm going to take her home," Hopper said.

Her mom had been just as much of a mess as Chrissy had been when Hopper told her the news. He stayed for as long as he could, but eventually, he had to go back to the diner. Mother and daughter both cried until they fell asleep curled up on the couch. They didn't wake up until there came a knocking on the door. That's when Chrissy remembered the party. Fuck.

"Oh, I just remembered. I forgot to call and tell Barb. She's supposed to pick me up for the assembly," Chrissy said.

"Oh, go, Honey," Claudia said.

"Are you sure, mom?" Chrissy asked.

"You need to be with friends. Besides, I need to call Sue," Claudia said. "And I have Mews with me. I'll be okay."

Chrissy looked at her doubtfully for a moment before heading to the bathroom to freshen up. Her blue sweater clung to her nicely, going great with her blue jeans. She shook her hair out of its ponytail and shrugged on her white denim vest as she walked out the door.

"Are you okay?" Barb asked as she slid into the car.

"Yeah," Chrissy said and looked at how excited Nancy looked. "I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" Barb asked.

"Yeah, just a shitty day at work," Chrissy said.

"Rude customers?" Nancy asked.

"Something like that," Chrissy replied. "Robin didn't want to come?"

"Of course, Robin didn't want to come," Nancy said. "She's too good for parties."

Chrissy couldn't help but snort at that. As much as Robin and Nancy fight, like sisters sometimes do, she also knows that they really love each other. She was surprised that Robin didn't come along to make sure Nancy stayed out of trouble with claims of invading Nancy's privacy. It was amusing to watch Nancy force Barb to pull over three blocks away from Steve's house, too afraid of what the neighbors might think.

"This is so stupid," Barb said. "I'm just going to drop you off."

"Calm down, Barb," Nancy said. "Come on, you promised that you'd go. You're coming. We're going to have a great time, aren't we, Chrissy?"

"Absolutely," Chrissy said, plastering a fake smile on her face.

"He just wants to get into your pants," Barb said and Chrissy sighed.

"No, he doesn't," Nancy said.

"Nance seriously. He invited you to his house. His parents aren't home. Come on, you are not this stupid," Barb said.

"Barb! I've told you that Steve isn't like that. He really likes Nancy," Chrissy frowned.

"Tommy and H. and Carol are going to be there," Nancy said.

"Tommy and Carol have been having sex since, like, seventh grade," Barb said. "It'll probably just be, like a big orgy."

"Okay, I don't even like Tommy and Carol but even I know that's a stupid untrue rumor," Chrissy said. "Seriously, Barb, I did not take you for a gossip. It sounds like someone's turning into their mother!"

"I am not! You take that back!" Barb exclaimed and Chrissy laughed.

"Look, Nancy's a big girl and she's smart too. She's going to do whatever she wants tonight and it's going to be her choice because Steve respects that," Chrissy said. "I love you, Barb, but you need to chill the fuck out. I need to have fun tonight and so does Nancy. You need to let your hair down, just a little bit but you don't have to do anything you don't want too either. We're all making our own choices tonight because tomorrow we could be dead."

"Thank you, Chrissy," Nancy said as she changed her sweater. "Although, the last part was a little morbid, Chris."

"Is that a new bra?" Barb asked.

"No," Nancy said, lying.

"Nance, you left the tag on!" Chrissy laughed and pulled it off.

"Oops."

When Steve opened the door, "Raise a Little Hell" by Trooper was playing in the background.

"Hello, ladies," Steve grinned.

"Hey, Steve," Chrissy said, actually ready to forget about the day she had. It's not like it could get any worse, could it?

Chrissy chugged the beer until it was completely gone and let out a loud burp. Carol and Barb looked at her in disgust while Tommy laughed with Steve.

"Oh, that's ladylike," Carol scoffed.

"I never said I was a lady," Chrissy said flipping her off. "You're further from being a lady than I am, Perkins."

Chrissy collapsed in the empty lawn chair with a grin. Not even Carol could get to her in this moment. She watched in amusement as Steve stabbed a hole in the beer with a knife and drank from it. He was clearly trying to impress Nancy. Chrissy couldn't help but giggle as Nancy pulled it off. Then Nancy tried to get Barb to do it. Chrissy rolled her eyes.

"Nothing she doesn't want to do, remember, Nance?" Chrissy asked.

"Right, of course," Nancy said.

"But you do need to stop pouting," Chrissy giggled and kissed Barb's cheek.

Right, beer makes her cross some boundaries. She looked apologetically at Barb who just shrugged and laughed it off.

"Didn't know you were a lesbian, Cunningham," Tommy cackled. "But that makes sense."

"It's Henderson, asshole, and I'm not a lesbian but thank you for thinking that I am one," Chrissy laughed as she pictured holding his head under water.

"I can do it," Barb said suddenly. "Give me the knife and the beer."

"Are you sure, Barb?" Chrissy asked with a frown.

With a look of determined look, Barb attempted to cut a hole in the can but instead, ended up cutting her hand open. She quickly rushed off to the bathroom, letting Chrissy know that she could find it by herself. She frowned as Barb walked away but her attention was pulled away when Tommy tossed Carol in the pool before Steve did the same with Nancy.

"Fuck it," Chrissy said before stripping down to her bra and panties.

Tommy, Steve, and Carol all wolf whistled as Chrissy dove into the water. In that moment, Chrissy was free of what happened today, and nothing could get to her. Although, she ended up getting out of the pool early when Carol kept giving her "fuck me" eyes. Yeah, she hated Carol too much to do that. . .as attractive as she found her. She dried her underwear as much as she could in Steve's bathroom before getting dressed and going to search for Barb. She found Nancy standing on the stairs looking down at Barb.

"Where are you going?" Barb asked Nancy.

"Nowhere. Just upstairs to change. I fell into the pool," Nancy grinned. "Why don't you just go ahead and go home? I'll get a ride or something."

"Nance - ," Barb started to say.

"I'm fine," she replied.

"This isn't you," Barb said.

"I'm fine. Just go ahead and go home. Take Chrissy," Nancy said.

Barb stormed out of the house. Chrissy grabbed Nancy's arm.

"You're going to be safe, right?" She asked. "Do you need anything?"

"I'm not - ," Nancy started to say, and Chrissy gave her a look. "I'm on birth control. You're not going to stop me?"

"Why would I? Is this something you really want to do?" Chrissy asked. "Do you like Steve?"

"Yes," Nancy said.

"Well, I already know what you're like when you make up your mind," Chrissy said. "I expect all the juicy details. Have fun. Oh, by the way. . .Steve is a heavy sleeper, so if he falls asleep after, you're going to have to slap the shit out of him to wake him up. If that doesn't work, yank very hard on his hair."

"Noted," Nancy giggled.

Chrissy wandered outside to find Barb sitting out by the pool. She was sitting on the diving board. Her feet and wrapped up hand were dangling over the water. Chrissy's heart went out to her because she looked so sad and she didn't know why. She walked over and stood by the diving board.

"Do you want to leave?" Chrissy asked.

"I want to wait," Barb said softly.

"You know what she's doing up there," Chrissy said softly.

"Making the biggest mistake of her life," Barb said. "Nancy wouldn't do this. They haven't known each other long, and suddenly, she wants to jump into bed with him like she's got something to prove."

"That's your version of her, Barb," Chrissy said. "Did you ever think that maybe she really likes Steve?"

"It's always been us against the world even when you became our friend, nothing changed, but then she started to look at Steve and I just - ," Barb cut herself off.

"What?" Chrissy asked.

"Why can't she look at me like that?" Barb asked.

"Oh, Barb," Chrissy said softly.

"She never showed an interest in boys, not really, and I thought maybe she was like me too," Barb said.

"Well, you know, just because she likes boy doesn't mean that it can't change, and it doesn't mean that you're not alone," Chrissy paused. "I never had a boyfriend before, but I do like boys. However, that doesn't mean I never had a relationship."

"You had a girlfriend?" Barb asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, can't tell you who it was because it would mean outing her, and that would be a no-no," Chrissy said.

"Do you think Nancy might be like you?" Barb asked.

"I don't know, but it's not up to us to talk to her. Right now, everything she's experiencing needs to be her decision. She needs to explore her sexuality herself, and she doesn't need us telling her who we think she is," Chrissy said.

"What am I supposed to do?" Barb asked. "It's not like I want to hate Steve or feel like this - "

"You're just jealous. We need to support her, and in the meantime, we can hang out, so you rant and rage all you want to me until you find yourself getting a little better each day," Chrissy said.

"How do you know how to deal with this?" Barb asked.

"A lot of therapy after I got adopted and then when I was hanging out with. . .my ex, I started to realize that I like women, and I kind of freaked out. My ex had this this older cousin who walked in on us, and we both freaked out, but she sat down to talk to both of us. She really helped, and if you ever want to talk to her, I still have her number," Chrissy said. "She's a huge ally."

Barb stared thoughtfully into the water for a while, and Chrissy was pleased that she looked a little less sad.

"Thanks for being my friend, Chrissy," Barb said.

"Always," Chrissy said.

Suddenly, she felt a presence behind her, and she looked up. Chrissy opened her mouth to scream, and then she was pushed into the water with Barb, being dragged down with her as the bottom of the pool opened up. It was strange, she thought. Before she fell into the water, did she hear Argyle scream her name?

Chapter Three

[hamliet]

Hamliet, can I ask what do you think of Judas Iscariot? I just heard my mom told my little niece so she don't end up like Judas Iscariot the "Traitor". Like I think it's so sad to become doom since birth. But without his actions there would not be crucifixion, right? Now when I become an adult I felt sorry for him.

And as Christian, I'm embarrassed that my Church still support Is**el even until now because that is what the Bible said, like WTF....

Also, I'm glad when I read your meta, that I'm not the only one who think David is bisexual....

To start with, yeah. That's awful. I grew up in a church with similar views. That's a very uncritical view of Scripture, to the point where it denies the authenticity/power of other aspects of the Bible in favor of literalism (and in favor of earthly powers like nation-states, which is all too often at the root of a lot of evil done in the name of not just Christianity, but any religion). The Bible tells everyone to love thy neighbor as yourself and to welcome people. Christian nationalism is a cancer and responsible for a lot of the support for the government of Israel in the US. But that again centers power, not Christ.

For Judas... well. I'm sorry your niece got told that; unless she's threatening to sell your mom or her friends out to the state for the death penalty I don't think that's a fair accusation lol.

Putting under the cut because I'm gonna talk theology!

But to get back to Judas, it actually connects to what I said above a bit--namely, earthly powers. I think Judas was well-intentioned and tragic. When Jesus entered the gates of Jerusalem the week prior to the crucifixion, everyone was shouting "Hosanna!" and laying down olive branches because they believed he was the Messiah, whom they believed would oust the Roman Empire who had been oppressing them. And them wanting the Romans gone was, to put it mildly, very valid.

But that wasn't what Jesus came to do in the Gospels. He came to do more than they could ask or think--instead of liberating them from earthly powers of oppression and moving on to spiritual ones, he started with the spiritual first (the ones we humans cannot hope to counter). He conquered death itself. But to do that, he had to die. As humans, we can't conquer death on our own--it's a natural part of life, and yet paradoxically, everyone who has ever lost someone close to them knows how unnatural death is.

That isn't to say Jesus didn't care about the earthly powers. I think he does. But he gave people the Holy Spirit to help move earthly powers; the sad thing is that the Church has all too often joined forces with them instead of, you know, reconsidering. But power is a very appealing idea, because at the heart of power comes justification and affirmation of the ones in power.

To bring it back to Judas--I honestly think there's a very good chance he was among the people who made the assumption Jesus would liberate them from Roman rule. Actually, it's pretty clear in Scripture that most if not all the disciples thought this, which is why they didn't seem to "get" the fact that he literally told them he was going to die over and over. And so Judas took matters into his own hands and handed Jesus over, hoping that this would jumpstart the revolution. Except it didn't, and Judas regretted it.

I also think it's worth noting that almost all the disciples, including Judas, were under 20 years old. At that time if they were older than 20, they would have been married. Peter is the only disciple who is said to be married; it's also plausible Matthew was older than 20 thanks to being a tax collector. The rest almost certainly were not.

So think of Judas as being like, 17-19 here. Idealist kiddo thinking he knows best and can save the world, who has grown up under occupation and seen the abuses that causes first hand, hopes to not only be liberated (a good hope) but to be in power himself; what's wrong with taking steps to force this to happen? I think it's more than understandable why he did what he did, and thought he was justified. I don't know I'd think differently.

But he wasn't. An innocent man was crucified. Yet from that act, the world was offered resurrection, a chance at a new life. From the evil, God turned it to good. Judas, it seems, didn't stick around long enough to see that.

However, that doesn't mean that Judas is in the deepest circle of hell for ever and ever. We don't know that. There is another verse in the Bible that states that Jesus is reconciling "all things" to himself. And the word for all means all, as in everything, everywhere, every time. I've got to think that means Judas, too.

[littlesweetmoonlightgirl]

My problem with Mal Bertha from Disney Descendants

I know that probably nobody is gonna read this but idc.

I think enough time has pass, so it's time to have this conversation. Mal is the worst character from all the franchise (ik this might upset some people since she is the protagonist but she's is a horrible person and that has to be acknowledged)

This is going to be based in the movies, books and the mini series

Also I want to make clear that this is not against Dove Cameron(that's gonna be for another post) . With that being said let's start.

1) She's a bully

This is the most obvious reason and it makes me mad that she got away with it.

During the book and movies she bullied Evie, Carlos, Uma, Mad Maddy and Jane

in the first book she basically ruined Evie's life just because The Evil Queen didn't invite her to Evie's sixth birthday. First made her mother (Maleficent) put under home arrest Evie and her mom for literally 10 years and when the girl finally get the courage to get out of her house thinking that everything is forgotten, Mal tried to killed her multiple times

Mal literally locked Evie in Cruella's closed during Carlos's party knowing that they were traps in there and she could have been extremely injured (that was actually her plan but luckily Carlos saved Evie)

And that's not even the worst, because Mal was also planing on using Evie to get Maleficent's scepter back by letting her grab the scepter and get the same curse that maleficent gave to Aurora (fall sleep for 100 years).

And mentioning Carlos's party I need to add that kinda threatened him to make the party just so she could have her "revenge". It's important also to mention that Carlos didn't wanted to make the party because that would have caused him problems with his mom.

And the worst about this is that they both ending being her friends like nothing happened and being Mal's minions for the rest of their lifes

And some people in the fandom dare to call Evie "a bad friend" In the last to movies just because she stand up to Mal.

Maddy and Uma are kind of the same but in different ways

Because Mal was bestfriends with both but then betrayed them and humiliated then like the Judas she is.

(But Evie is the bad friend?)

With Maddy she literally threw lye on her, completely ruining her hair, forcing her to change her hair from purple to aqua green just because Mal felt like she should be the only purple hair girl on the Isle.

As I said Uma was a similar case because Mal also ruined her hair by throwing a bucket of shrimps on her, leaving the stink on her hair forever and then maked fun of her because of that calling her "shrimpy"

NO WONDER WHY THEY BOTH HATE HER

Jane was an insecure girl with no friends that was constantly bullied for her looks and Mal literally used that in her favor, manipulating her by using every single one of her insecurities against her.

And at the end she just had to say "I'm sorry" and everything was forgotten and she literally received no consequences. (And in some cases like Maddy and Uma' s she didn't even apologize)

And to finish this point I just want to mention that she was abusive to Ben and ALL AURADON KNEW IT, because Audrey in "Audrey's royal return mentions Mal's two attempts at spelling Ben. The first one is understandable to think that she knew that something was wrong with Ben and that she probably drugged him (which she did)

But how did she knew about the second one?

The only answer is that someone must have tell her about that and also that Mal run away to the isle opening the barrier and putting Auradon in danger and also causing Ben's (The king) kidnap

which mean that probably everyone in the kingdom knew about it AND DID NOTHING, not even Ben's parents, like why do you let your son get married with someone who is constantly putting him in danger?

And talking about the wedding and Mal being a bully just imagine the reaction of all of those children when they saw that their bully was gonna be their Queen. Life sucks!

2) she's a liar/ manipulator that victimize herself

If I could describe Mal in one word would be selfish because most of the time she only thinks about herself and what would be the best for her not minding if she affects others in the way.

I already mentioned how she manipulated Jane in the first movie

But now let's talk about the second movie

Basically this whole movie was her playing the victim when everything was technically her fault

Ben calling her out by ILLEGALLY using her magic and then her victimizing herself by playing the Jughead Jones "I don't fit in" card

Her running away indirectly causing Ben's kidnap and Uma's scape

Literally if she had just talk to Ben about how she felt instead of lying and using her magic to make everything easier for her, everything could have been avoided.

The third movie is when Mal selfishness and manipulative behavior is more noticeable

Let's star with Audrey becoming the villian in consequence for Mal giving Ben the love potion causing Ben not only dumping Audrey but also humiliating her in from of the whole school, so I'm sorry but she had every right to be mad at Mal.

Then, her wanting to close the barrier forever leaving all that innocent children to die in hunger and poverty just because she didn't wanna risk her perfect life in Auradon is just pure selfishness. Literally everyone else in the room thought that was a drastic solution.

To make it even worse she just lied to everyone for the rest of the movie.

She lied to Evie saying that was theirs idea and later when she gets caught she just plays the victim once again by saying she didn't have a choice and also confirming her selfishness by saying "I did it for us" NOT THE KINGDOM and even Evie's says that she did it for herself.

And do not forget how she lied to Uma, Harry and Gil by promising them that she was going to take all of the children from the isle to Auradon (even though she knew that that was never gonna happen) only for make them help her to defeat Audrey.

And in my opinion destroying the barrier was she stupidest decision ever made. The villains will try to get revenge.

But this is just my opinion.

Next I will be writing about my problem with the saga in general and I'll try to fix it. Follow me if you want to read it

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

More on C! Ambrosius is good at singing idea:

Gay Dads AU Ambrosius is a theater kid. We are all aware of that, right?

In my original post I said he was a rich Baritone but he had a pretty wide range. He's been in a variety of high school, college, community and professional productions. He's done some straight theater but he prefers musicals, he played Thibault in High School and he played Rum Tum Tugger (from fucking. Cats) in a college production sophomore year.

His favorite roles though were Judas in Andrew Lloyd Weber's Jesus Christ Superstar (RIP his lungs that is a HIGH tenor role) at his Catholic high school the director his foster mom made him go to and Javert in a professional production of Les Miserables. Idk he just really related to The Guy Who Betrayed a Person He Cared Very Much About Because He Thought He Was Doing The Right Thing and The Cop From Humble Beginnings Who is Obsessed With One Specific Outlaw for some reason idk they just spoke to him lol

Ballister went to all of his shows obviously but he didn't stop talking about how weird Cats was for seven years.

[tojisun]

Id love to see ghost’s reaction to ghost the band. Just as my own headcanon I don’t really see him listening to that kind of music or really any music in the alternative genre. (Not for any negative reason on my behalf I’m goth myself) so it’d be pretty interesting.

yea no bc that makes sm sense (him not listening to alternative)!! but also hes such a big nerd w his own masks that i think he’d at least appreciate the band ghost’s aesthetics

i was talking to this older fella once and i gushed about the band ghost and he said that based on their styles, he expected heavy metal and not “this,” then sends me link of secondo’s hellfest performance of monstrance clock 😭

soooo i think ghost would be like that too. i do think he’d first expect them to sound like idk iron maiden or judas priest? but that doesnt mean he doesnt like ghost (band)!!

i do think he’d appreciate some of their songs (year zero, for the lols bc these mfs dont deny that theyre satanic, but even lean into it; bible; rats; and, bc im biased, cirice)

but god ykw he’ll adore most? meliora masks.

(you start telling him about the lore re: papas and the deaths of the three brothers and how it’s organized by the clergy, sister imperator (copia’s mom), and papa nihil. and how copia ascended the papacy amidst their deaths. and then you tell him about the lore in the ghovie [cant spoil yet]. and ghost is just like “why the hell is the lore so comprehensive?”

and youre not even touching the fanlore of the ghouls — their banishment, the transition of dewdrop, aether — so you tell him there’s so much more to learn, and he’s just. willing to listen <33 bc i love him so he gets to listen)

[mooifyourecows]

Do you mind if I ask your top 10 favorite characters (can be male or female) from all of the media that you loved (can be anime/manga, books, movies or tv series)? And why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before.....Thanks...

Sure! (given in no particular order)

1. Daichi from Haikyuu, of course.. I just love everything about him. He's a great captain and he has a big appetite and he's so down to earth and masculine in the best ways, what a man!!! I want a tattoo of him on my body!

2. Pam Poovey from Archer. It's hard to stand out in a show where nearly every character is the single most interesting person in the world but I really do think that Pam takes the cake. She's a real one. She stays true to herself no matter how much everyone else begs her to stop and I RESPECT THAT. Also she's a fat character who isn't limited to being the Fat Character. While her weight does come up, often in insulting jokes or bits, she has so much else to her that it feels like such a small part of her character.

3. Princess Carolyn from Bojack Horseman. Out of all the insanely good character arcs in Bojack Horseman, Princess Carolyn's is my favorite. Usually the hardworking career woman character who wants a baby winds up the most disappointing character for me because she always gives up her career to be a mom but NOT MY GIRL PRINCESS CAROLYN. She said I want to be a badass boss lady AND a mom and I don't need no man to get what I want! And she did that shit. She deserves it.

4. Linda Belcher from Bob's Burgers. I aspire to be like Linda. She's fun, she's extroverted, she is just so excited to live her modest life with a struggling burger business, a husband she actually enjoys spending time with, and 3 kids she adores with every fiber of her being. She sings and dances at any given opportunity and doesnt let embarrassment faze her. What an icon.

5. Samwise Gamgee from Lord of the Rings. Every time I think of him I wanna cry. He's just so.... perfect.... and wonderful.... He is the sweetest, bravest man to ever exist and NOBODY CAN ARGUE. The original Ride or Die. We all need a Samwise Gamgee in our lives. 🖤

6. Usopp from One Piece. That's my boy! He's so funny and relatable. I love characters who are brave while being terrified. Despite his wacky goofy personality, he's complex and insecure but he stands by his guns and isn't afraid to challenge even his best friend/captain to defend what he believes and GOSH what a stand up guy ammiright?

7. Eleanor Shellstrop from The Good Place. I love a disaster of a woman. She's a selfish bisexual with zero shame, what's more to love? I just can't help it. I'm weak for women who are just The Worst ™️.

8. Manny from Swiss Army Man. I mean... He's dead, he teaches us what it means to be alive, and he's played by Daniel Radcliffe. He's basically the perfect character, right? Listen, Swiss Army Man is my all time favorite movie and I want everyone else to like it too. I can't even talk much on it because it's so much better when you watch it yourself. Especially if you love amazing soundtracks, beautiful visuals, and queer revelations.

9. Hal from Malcolm in the Middle. I'm such a sucker for husbands who are obsessed with their wives and men in touch with their emotions and Hal is the epitome of both those things! I watched this show while growing up and I truly think that Bryan Cranston's portrayal of Hal taught me how men are supposed to act, especially in regards to their romantic partners. And now my own partner is basically a less theatrical version of him so it paid off ya know?

10. Judas Iscariot from Jesus Christ Superstar (1973). This is mainly based on performance. Carl Anderson did such an AMAZING job playing Judas that he literally stole the show, imo. Jesus who? You mean Judas's boyfriend? It's not JUST his performance though, the way the character is written is so well done that I feel like Judas is the real main character. Yeah, this is the story about Jesus but he ain't the star, ya dig? He's a basic bitch in comparison to the complexity and emotional turmoil of Judas. Also they're gay and in love, what a tragedy! This is cinema!

[randomkittythinggg]

Okie dokie, here are some little head cannons for my OC!! (UPDATED!!)

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1. Her name is Judith, but goes by Jude. (She secretly goes by judas when she's with friends.)

2. She is around 14 years old, in the 8th grade.

3. She goes to the Columbus middle school, which is close to the Columbus highschool.

4. She stole hair dye and only dyed the ends of her hair since Isaiah immediately caught on and took the dye away from her before she was done. She was pissed off about it but he still looked good.

5. She also steals clothes from the different stores, specifically hot topic. She also wears her dad's old clothes. (They don't really know where their dad is.)

6. Occasionally smokes. She doesn't do it often but she only does it when she's stressed or she's in the mood. (Stolen or taken from her mom)

7. She doesn't really have a gender preference for dating. (She kind of likes girls more than she does boys though.)

8. She likes to collect bones as well as her brother. She collects bones that she finds in the woods or on highways. She even has a human skull. (We don't know where she got it from but it's probably best not to ask.. LMAO-)

9. She's has autism and ADHD.

10. She's extremely clingy to her brother, not leaving his side even to go to school. She usually hangs around the high school and no one really cares where she's going.

11. (Depending on the year when bridge kids took place in) Her favorite bands/creators are: bôa, nirvana, memo boy, Alex g, system of a down, Mitski and the smiths. (She listens to 'the cure' but only listens to one song- and I think you know what t is.)

12: she loves to take showers but she hates taking baths. She's not a huge fan of hot water.

DARK HEADCANONS.

13. She does self harm a little bit. She tends to bite herself, scratching herself, or pulls her hair.

14. She gets sort of violent sometimes, or she has some violent thoughts that she's trying to control.

15. When she meets new friends or when she is around people she likes, she'll get extremely obsessive and clingy to the point where she'll probably lose the friends she already has.

16. She tends to steal from stores often. Stealing clothing that she likes, snacks or cigarettes.

DARK HEADCANONS ARE OVER.

17. She's pretty quiet, only talking when she needs to or she's talking to her brother\mom.

18. She has a collection of stuffed animals from when she was growing up. She has a lot of stuffed cats and stuffed rabbits.

19. Her favorite colors are blue and grey.

20. She's around 5'5.

21. Her favorite food/snack is Takis. She takes them from the mecca mart when she doesn't have any cash.

22. She spends most of her time at her friend's house. She comes back to her house at like 10:00pm, so she's not seen around her house as much.

23. Her favorite movie genre is horror films, specifically old movies from the '60s - early 2000s.

24. Her favorite movies are the Texas chainsaw massacre, House of wax, House of 1000 corpses and child's Play.

25. She likes drawing and collects old notebook / sketchbooks she finds at school.

26. She likes to collect things she finds on the floor at school, like perfume bottles, pencils, jewelry, small toys, water bottles or other small items.

27. She loves Halloween and her favorite season is fall.

28. She hates crowded areas, usually avoiding them at all costs.

29. She saves cash that she finds on the floor. She currently has $296.49. (she's been collecting since she was in the fourth grade.)

THATS ALL :D