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Uhhhhh, *Moonwalks into ask box* Shawty ily fr /p you and me one in the same, I literally two two very long chapters of a new fic today and having the Pomfiore boys was a cherry on top…..now I have a new idea for you….

What if the dark mirror picked up a child reader, like 8-10 y/o…how would the staff and students react? 🤭

Their reaction to 8 years old you.

Summary: You're an 8 year old kid who was always left out with your friend group, So while you watch them have fun, you just decide to sleep on a nearby bench.

Then you wake up in a strange.. Large room. Where are your parents? You don't know, and you don't remember for some reason. You remember the part where you felt left out, but you don't remember who were the people that pushed you out of the group.

You just appeared out of the dark mirror, leaving you to wander around the school with students looking at you. But then, they come to help you.

Ft. Divus Crewel, Dire Crowley, Mozus Trein and Ashton Vargas.

A/n: This was so fun to do lmao, now i wanna see Heartslabyul's reaction next. Anyways hi shawty, how r u.

Taglist bcs I wanna do it for fun: @frootloopscos

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Ashton Vargas

He gives out the vibes of being a babysitter that you never plan to let go. Ever. Like, he made your whole life better just with one single idea that he pulled the whole student army for. That's a memory you never want to forget.

Vargas definitely made the students play with you, easily. With one command, They're already following. Obviously, He becomes the usual supportive audience with the other students, like it's some football team game.

Vargas was surprised into seeing a little kid, but who wouldn't be surprised? It took him only seconds to smile brightly and take the opportunity to babysit you. He looks like someone you could trust so, Here you are, with Vargas in the field.

You sit beside Vargas during class Comfortably, wow.. So many students on brooms! Your eyes sparkle. Oh.. How you wish to get to have fun like that. You look down on the grass.

Students look at you, Like they've heard of the rumours about you appearing out of nowhere without any memories of who were the people you knew back there. You play with your hands, bored.

You can't really have fun. It's like, forbidden for you. Maybe, it isn't.. As Vargas looks at you. "Heyy, Champ, What's wrong?" He kneels down beside you, a hand on your shoulder.

You look at the students on the broom, then back to your hands. "I'm just.. Bored." You whisper out.

Vargas thinks for a moment, then looking down at you, noticing the way you looked at the students and embarrassedly looking away. "Hmm.. Say, You wanna play?" You quickly look at him. Did you just hear that right? Play? You nod eagerly yet, excitedly.

He laughs out loud, "Alright! Students! We have a playmate!" Vargas cracks his knuckles on his hand, before lifting you up in the air and yelling. "GET THEM!!"

One of the students quickly fly down to you, grabbing you in a protective hold infront of him, just so that you won't fall. You look down. "Woooah!" You hold onto the broom. "Fun?" The student asks, You look up at them with a bright smile plastered on your face. "Mhm! Mhm!"

You can hear Vargas shouting from down there, cheering you on. "Here, throw this in that hoop." The student hands you a ball. You look at the hoop. "But it's too far!"

"It doesn't matter, go ahead and try." You use all your kiddie strength to throw the ball. To your surprise, It actually hit. You could hear Vargas and the rest of the students shouting and cheering. So did the student behind you also laugh and praise you.

"GOOD JOB CHAMP!!!" Vargas jumps and raises his fist up in the air. The other students offer Vargas chest bumps. How could he refuse to those in such a worldwide champion?! "...Look away, Kid." The student behind you whispers, covering your eyes with his hand. "Huh?" You question.

Mozus Trein

Trein wants to treat you like you're his other grandchild, you're just so adorable that he wants to take you. So, He does! Even if he thinks you would bother the class, Well, You didn't. You were just playing with Lucius under the desk.

He would realize so quick that you might be sweating in there, so he just brings you out to sit on his chair while he teaches, Lucius on your lap and letting you pat and caress him.

You walk with Trein inside of the classroom, The whole class filling with 'aw' and 'so cute''s, But, Does it bother you? No, Does it bother Trein? No. Does it bother Lucius? Yes. Lucius meows loudly at the students, telling them to shut up.

You look up at Lucius, who was getting held by Trein. Trein looks at you, as you make grabby hands. "Carry??" He asks. Damn, He's too old for this. You shake your head. "No? What is it?-- Oh, Lucius? You want to hold Lucius?"

You nod. Trein walks up to his desk and places Lucius on the desk. You walk at the side of the desk, hiding from the students so you aren't much of a bother in their class. Lucius jumps off the desk and lands on the ground, walking closer to you.

You watch Lucius get comfy on your lap. He wouldn't mind right?.. You gently rest your hand on his fur, and he doesn't resist. Then you slowly caress him, and he still doesn't meow or scratch you. It might take a while.. You mutter to yourself.

It's been, How long.. 40 minutes? You've been hugging and playing with Lucius for a while now. It's bit hot in your spot.. But you also don't want to disrupt Trein's class. So you just, continue running your fingers through Lucius' fur.

You don't even notice Trein looking at you. "[Name], Child, You're sweating. Go ahead and take a seat here." Trein pats on his chair. But isn't he..- Oh- He's teaching. Oh well. You stand up, carrying Lucius in your arms as you plop on the seat like a slime.

That causing everyone to let out giggles of how cute you were. You cover yourself embarrassedly, Looking down at the cat and pretending you're busy. But even if you don't understand, You still try to by listening to his lectures.

Yeah, Okay. You don't Understand a thing with the lesson. You sigh softly. The thoughts of your friends' blurred faces in your head. You remember the situation.. But you can't remember their faces and their names. It's like they're just. Unknown to you now.

You kick your feet on the Chair, playfully pointing at the ceiling and closing one eye, Just doing random things by boredom taking over. At this point, Everyone can't focus with you acting so adorable. It's making them forget what part of lesson they're in right now.

"And that's the-" Trein looks at everyone in the class, seeing that they all had their focus on you. He lets out a frustrated sigh. "Oh dear. My child. Could you tell them to focus in my lesson?" You look at the class, trying to look tough.

"Go back to studying!" You yell, which everyone starts giggling more. "Uhh.. It didn't work.." You look up, only to see Trein holding his laugh. "Goodness, You are such an adorable child." He mumbles before announcing the most heart dropping, air losing, oxygen needing in a bad way news ever.

"Also, Homeworks about today's lesson. It's due tomorrow."

Divus Crewel

He is skeptical of the issue at first, He doesn't even know what to do with you. But as time goes by, he starts to get comfortable with you, and ends up wanting to stay hanging out with you.

He brought you everywhere, Class, Lunch, Breaktime and even in his office. Everyone just isn't used to seeing the strict and cold teacher so warm around you.

You stare at Crewel. He stares back. While the rest of the teachers watch you both intesely stare, He takes a deep breath. "..Want a beer?" Crewel asks. "THEY'RE 8." Crowley shouts. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M SUPPOSED TO DO."

"Oh dear.." Trein sighs. You walk closer to Crewel, tugging on his coat and giving him your dog plushie. Crewel just looks at you blankly. "I'm keeping the kid." He picks you up with ease and walks out of Crowley's office. "So.. We won the argument?" Crowley turns to Trein, who just nods. "We did."

You stayed with Crewel the entire day, not a single moment of you staying away from Crewel. In class, You just sit on a chair, taking a nap. Hugging the plushie that was in your arms. The students couldn't focus, nor could he. Not to mention, one of Crewel's dogs were on the desk, allowing you to use them as a pillow.

A few minutes later, You slowly open your eyes and yawn. You had a good nap.. You look at Everyone, who looked dead serious of getting a good grade. You get off your seat and rush towards Crewel. "Nice dream?" He asks, picking you up again. You look down.

You see the cauldron filled with magic. "Woah.." You gasp, seeing the liquid turn to a different color. "Cool?"

"Yeah!"

With your cuteness, it makes most of the students clench on their chest with tears in their eyes. How could you be so adorable?!

"Wanna mix, pup?" Crewel gives you the big stirring stick, and you take it, slowly stirring. The liquid is a bit thick.. So you struggle to stir it. But who says that's something you can't handle? You see the liquid turn purple. "Oooh.." You lean in closer.

"Is it interesting to see? Well watch this." Crewel puts a drop of another chemical, making it explode glitters. "WOOOAH!!" You yell. Crewel sighs. "Don't adopt the kid.. Don't adopt the kid.." He mumbles to himself.

Staying with him during his lunchbreak wasn't that bad at all, He just brought you in the courtyard to go to the flowers, And while you do that, you pick a red rose, run to Crewel and hand him the flower with your cheeky little grin.

Crewel has officially lost it. In a good way, He feels like his heart's been shot millions of times.

Dire Crowley

Yall heard of the theories that Crowley might be Malleus' dad? Imagine that /j Nah, He'd have absolutely no idea what to do. But he just makes you stay in his office, Bring you to special lessons with his own hat on you instead.

Students may think him without a hat is weird because they've never seen him without it (cough cough book4 crowley cough), but looking at you makes them forget everything.

Coming out of the dark mirror was.. Confusing for Crowley, He had to blankly have a staring contest with the dark mirror. But he feels like he needs to find out why you don't remember your parents but you remember what happened back there.

Not even that, You weren't even crying at the fact that you literally do not know where you are or who were the people around you. You were just.. Nonchalant. Maybe still sleepy, but nonchalant. Crowley made you stay with him until he figures out what to do with you.

Should he adopt you? He doesn't want to send you to an orphanage, He thinks you're too special to be there.

Watching over you isn't that hard. All you did was sleep on him while he wrote his paperworks, play around and not bother him. Atleast you didn't give him a hard time.. But because of that, After he was done with his paperworks he asks you if you wanted to play with him.

How could you say no to that? You both ran around the office, putting on hats and random stuff. It was fun, you had to admit.

So, Now you're with Crowley on the rooftop, right under a classroom. "Okay, so what I want you to do is hold on to me and we'll be alright." Crowley whispers to you. You nod, holding onto him tightly.

Crowley jumps in the classroom from above, landing perfectly. Oh! You're still wearing his hat.. And his coat! "SPECIAL LESSONS!" He yells. Everyone looks at him weirdly. "Headmage.. Why do you look like th- OH MY GOODNESS!" A student points at you.

"AWWWW" Is all you hear in the classroom. "Special lessons!" You shout excitedly. You don't know what special lessons are, but just follow Crowley's lead. Cro- Crowley??

He's on the floor.. "THAT IS THE CUTEST KID I'VE EVER SEEN." Crowley sobs. You're just too cute that you even had the headmage tear up.

"But- Special lessons.." You mumble. He clears his throat and quickly gets up. "Ahem, Right. Right, Thank you, Little Assistant." Crowley takes his hat off your head and gives you little pat before putting the hat back on you again.

Author's End Note: I'm putting Sam in the next part along with Heartslabyul, I can't 🗿🗿

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manda-kat · 16 days

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I recently got over my fear of roller coasters and I wanna share advice to those who may be afraid to ride their first time. So, here's Manda's tips and tricks so you don't have to be the bag-holder at the park!

How to choose your first coaster:

For motion sickness make sure you aren't going to puke on a big coaster by trying a small one first. A lot of parks have family coasters. Check their website for the coaster with the lowest height requirement and don't pick one that goes upside down. Kiddie coasters are a good way to see if the kind of movement on a roller coaster is going to be okay for you. If you feel like puking on a little one, take precaution when moving to a big one. This is also good to make sure you'll have fun on a big coaster. Don't ride if you know you won't enjoy it.

Wooden roller coasters are tempting because they rarely go upside down. I absolutely love my local wooden coaster and it was my first big kid coaster. Keep in mind, however, that wood doesn't move the same way steel does. A wooden coaster is usually very rough and shakey. If you have back or neck problems, this one might hurt a bit.

Dangling or hanging coasters aren't that bad and honestly, the extra fear in how they look means trying one of those before a more traditional coaster can be a great way to boost your confidence to ride any of the other coasters.

If you see a dream coaster you want to ride, but you think it's too big or scary, just ride it. Don't pass up on the one you really want to do. If you discover that you don't find coasters fun after riding it, that's fine. At least you can say you did the one on your to-do list.

How to get yourself onto the ride:

The hardest part is getting yourself on the ride. First things first- remember that there is no shame in sitting things out. Do it when you're ready. But if you really want to do it and you're just being scared, keep reading.

If you have time and you know which coaster you're going to ride, you can watch ride POV videos on Youtube to familiarize with the layout and what kind of surprises may be on the ride. It removes any fear of the unknown.

Anthopomorphize it. Maybe this is just a me thing, but I give imaginary personalities to everything. In my mind, a roller coaster is like a big, mischeivous puppy that really wants to play. It may be a bit scary, but it was made to bring joy and it just wants to show you a good time.

Remember that you are safe on a roller coaster. Accidents are extremely rare and if you're actually afraid of being hurt, you can research your park ahead of time and see if they ever have had any ride incidents and what might have happened. Keep in mind that tragic accidents aren't just a roller coaster thing, they're a machinery thing in general. If you can ride a car, bus, train or even a bike- you can ride a coaster.

Take a buddy. It is fun to chat on the lift hill and make jokes on the ride. If you can sit with another person, that's for the best.

General Tips (mostly from an expert I found at the park the other day):

The first row isn't any scarier than the other rows. The experience isn't noticably better or worse. The back row, however, can be rougher of a ride. My advice is to ride as far up as you can, but don't sweat your position that much. Every seat is safe and fun.

Keep your head back and forward. Don't bend down. If you let your head whip all over the place you can give yourself a headache.

Keep your tongue behind your teeth. If you jolt your head you could bite it and that hurts. On that same note- don't chew gum on the ride.

Leave your phone, hat, sunglasses, bag, etc, in a locker or with a friend. Trust me. The ride will eat everything you hold dear that isn't firmly attatched to your body. On that same note, if you get anxious about losing things on rides- don't wear extra accessories to theme parks.

Hold the handles for emotional support. On a lot of over-the-shoulder designs it's good to put your hands close to the top of the handles.

When you get to the first drop and you're afraid of heights, look for something in the distance to focus on. Don't look down- look out.

Don't hold your breath. Screaming can help you remember to breathe.

Screaming is a part of the fun. Most people screaming on a roller coaster do it because they're excited. Scream something really stupid or silly for extra tension relief.

Give yourself time to rest between rides. If you feel queasy after a ride, wait for the feeling to pass before you hop on another.

#long post #roller coaster

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usetheeauthor · 2 years

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The Satanic Panic I +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

For other chapters/story summary check out: https://usetheeauthor.tumblr.com/post/691280498281070592/the-satanic-panic-series-masterlist-18

Chapter Summary: You come to Eddie and Chrissy’s rescue when they are attacked by an entity you’re all too familiar with. Chrissy dies in the attack and last eyewitness account points to Eddie as a suspect. The only person that could possibly clear his name is you, only this predicament could potentially expose you as a witch.

Word Count: 5.6k+

A/N: Strangers to Friends to Lovers Fic. It’s gonna be packed with action, magic, drama, smutty goodness, fun and fluffy moments. I literally pushed aside a bunch of writing projects just so I can start on this because it’s too good to pass up. It’s an AU kind of universe also with some parallels with Stranger Things. It’s gonna be slightly slow burn in the beginning. So for now it’s character and relationships building. Also I named the Reader (Ashley Sinclair) because I feel like the use of Y/n takes me out of the moment. I hope you guys will enjoy reading this as much as I am enjoying writing this.

Warnings: violence, blood, character death, cheating, slight sexual tension, fluffy moments, mentions of being under drug influence, murder, religious themes, witchcraft, implied underaged drinking, Reader is 20 in the beginning of story then 21 throughout; Eddie is 19 in beginning then 20 throughout

I. The Highway To Hell

You and Garfield have a lot in common. You, too, hated Mondays. Although, this Monday wouldn’t be as bad long as you focused on what’s in store. Reading intently through the Garfield comic in the newspaper, one hand searched for the bagel on your plate mindlessly; eyes still on the text. When you realized you were feeling around an empty space, you looked down to see the plate only baring crumbs.

“What the f—Erica!” You growled out.

Your sister runs down the stairs, a smirk on her face when she realizes your issue. You glare. “What? Didn’t look like you were gonna finish that? Your welcome.”

“I didn’t know ‘staying over at big sissy’s house for the weekend’ was code for ‘im going to eat literally everything she wants for herself’. In this household, when it comes to food, sharing is definitely not caring. No matter what your kiddie cartoons say.” You joke. You knew she hated being treated as if she were a baby.

“Ha-ha. You should be a comedian.” She voices monotonously, rolling her eyes.

“Are you ready for school or what? I kind of have a busy day ahead of me and I don’t need to be in school traffic all morning.”

“I’m done. But mom says you have to come by the house to pick up the nerd. I doubt he’s ready. He’s been trying to dress cooler. If ya ask me, I don’t see the difference.”

You groaned. Of course, your plans would be set back even further. You’d usually be okay with taking your younger siblings to school but today was an important day. Today, you would be assigned to a coven. You attended a prestigious college for the gifted. Gifted meaning magic. A school of Witches and Warlocks.

You come from a line of witches from your mother’s side. The gift was passed on from generation to generation until a curse fell upon the bloodline by an unknown force. The gift had passover generations after generations after that until finally it has once again returned in you. Your sister, brother, and mother carried witch blood in their veins but do not possess any magic; a symptom of the curse.

You and Erica jump into your car. Heading over to your parent’s residence, your mother and father waiting outside when you pulled up. You exit the car, greeting them.

“Hey, mom. Dad. What are you guys doing out here?”You furrow your eyebrows, examining their wide smiles. “And why are you smiling at me like that?” Yo

“Because we know it’s your big day! We wanted to greet you out the door in case you didn’t come inside.” Your mother exclaims.

You could feel your face, getting hot. “It’s just the coven selection. No big deal.” You lied. It was a very big deal. Being in one meant that you were a step close to being a full-fledged witch. For now, you were a fledgling; less powerful without her group.

“We just hope once you do become full-fledged that you’ll use your powers very responsibly.” Your father wags his finger, speaking in the “lecture” voice.

“Ugh, yes, dad. Of course,” You check your watch and questioned. “Where’s Lucas?” You storm into the house upstairs to Lucas’s room. Flinging the door open, you see a shirtless Lucas, who a couple seconds ago was flexing in the mirror and talking to himself. He’s startled.

“Maybe lock the door next time. And hurry the hell up. If I’m late to this thing, it’ll be your ass.” You threatened, shutting the door behind you.

In less than a minute, Lucas was ready. Backpack and all. He knew your threats were never empty.

You both head out the door, waving to your parents and then you were on the road. “I’ll make sure to ask the photographer for the photos when he captures me winning the game tonight.” Lucas brags.

You can feel Erica slowly seething in her seat in the back. Clearly, she’s been hearing him brag about this game since last week.

“Oh, I’d love to see that,” You laugh. “Maybe you can even the MJ ‘tongue out dunk’ thing.” You stick your tongue out, mimicking the look and eliciting laughter from your siblings.

You’d dropped off Erica at her school then finally pulled up to your brother’s high school. Teenagers still hanging out in the front before the bell rings. Lucas spots his friend circle. You observe his friend group noticing a new, but also familiar, face.

“You’re friends with Munson?” You questioned, squinting your eyes at him through your car window.

“You know Eddie?”

“Yeah, he was a junior when I was a senior.”

“He got held back senior year…but he swears he’ll graduate this year. He’s really not a bad dude. He looks out for us.”

“I didn’t know much but I don’t remember him to be a bad person. So I guess it’s alright,” Eddie’s eyes dart at you and Lucas in the car. You’d totally forgot that your windows were not tinted and that you were staring at the guy in clear view. He waves at the two of you, flashing a wide cheshire smile. You quickly avert your eyes; your cheeks heating up. “Go on then.”

“You’ll do fine.” He consoles, noticing your anxiousness about the ceremony.

You smile softly. “Yeah, so will you.”

Exiting the car, Lucas greets the party. Eddie’s eyes still on you. It was as if he were trying to remember where he’d seen you from, too. You don’t give him the chance to ponder as you drove off in hurry. You had a selection to attend.

——

You waited patiently for your name to be called. You sat in your seat, filled with anxiety. What if you ended up in a coven with members you didn’t like? What if you never get stronger even with a new coven? But a far worse question hung in the air and proved to be reality the more you anticipated your name.

Your name hadn’t been called during the selection process. Feeling outrage, you immediately went to the dean of the academy to voice your concerns. To your dismay, they wished to keep you out of the selection on purpose.

“It’s not fair,” You anticipated being more assertive yet intimidating only to come off like a kid throwing a tantrum. “It’s an outrage, Dean Brenner. I should be in a coven.”

“I understand that and you are one of our best students. But your family bloodline is cursed. Should you join a coven and you’d taint the entire group. We are looking to strengthen the witch and warlock ancestry not dilute it.”

“So, what? I’m just supposed to stay on the sidelines and rot? That’s sounds a lot like eugenics to me. Just sayin’.” You shrug.

Brenner looks around before he crooks a finger gesturing me to lean in closer. “Tonight will be a full moon. Not just any moon. A Blood Moon. If you wish to lift the curse, we can do a moon cleanse. The ritual could potentially restore your family’s reputation and possibly their abilities. It’s a forbidden ritual as it can dangerous consequences so only few I trust will be in attendance. Are you willing to take the risk?”

You hesitated for a moment. You weren’t sure what dangers could you face but being a witch was part of your identity. And if you couldn’t fully embrace your witch side, then it would be like losing that part of you. “Yes. I’ll do it.”

“The blood moon won’t be here for another 2-3 years. So please don’t skip out.”

“I will be there.” You nod in determination.

——

You decided to come over for dinner. Your parents, not knowing the news, figured they would be celebrating two accomplishments. Lucas had gone out celebrating with his basketball team and Erica, at a game for her club.

You sat quietly at the table. Your parents waiting for you to speak up. Your mother decides to break the silence. “So…how’d it go?”

You shook your head. “I wasn’t selected. The Dean says it’s because of the curse.”

“That shouldn’t be allowed. You’re a witch! The rules state that is fledgling completes the ascendancy ritual, your entitled to participate in the Selection.”

“Except I didn’t even get to complete that either.”

“Okay, I will be showing up at the University first thing tomorrow. We can go over the ancient Witch laws and we’ll sort this out.” Your mother had gone full lawyer mood.

“No, no. It’s fine. The Dean is giving me another chance. In just two hours, at exactly 10:35 pm, the blood moon will present itself. I’ll be participating in a ritual tonight that can lift the curse for us all.”

“The BloodBath moon ritual. Isn’t that forbidden? Only instances, I’ve heard of it were through myths and legends. Each story never having a happy ending. I don’t think I feel comfortable letting you do something like that. ”

“Neither do I,” Your father chimes in. “Especially when it involves being alone with that Dean.” Your mother shoots him an annoyed look. “But mostly uncomfortable with you getting hurt, of course.” He adds in a rushed tone, shifting his eyes back and forth.

“It won’t just be the Dean. It’ll be a group of school officials overseeing me. At least the ones he trust because technically it’s illegal in witch law.”

“I don’t like this, Ashley. I don’t want you to go.”

“I’m 20 years old. An adult. I can make my own decisions.” You stood your ground.

You and your mother have a stare down, seething. Mr. Sinclair chiming in once again to cut the tension. “Have you two seen the paper recently? People disappearing and reappearing. Conspiracies about alternate universes. What next? An alien invasion?” He laughs but it soon dies out. “Oh come on, you two. Let’s just have a nice dinner, okay? Ashley, if you wish to go to this ritual. We won’t stop you.”

“But Charles—” Mrs. Sinclair begins her protests.

“No, no, Sue. Let her make her decisions. She is an adult which means she should take responsibility for any decisions she makes.”

You smile. “Thanks, dad.”

“Well, fine. If you would like to go then by all means do it. But I just want you to know that I do not support it.” She crosses her arms.

The rest of the dinner was silent. Your mother was giving you the silent treatment. She can be so petty sometimes. One by one your siblings barged in through the front door. Erica with a big smile on her face while Lucas treaded inside, sluggishly.

“Looks like you two had a night. Congrats on the game, Lukie. You got that winning shot after all. Maybe you do got some magic in you. ” You joked, approaching your brother and inspecting his face. He attempted to avoid any eye contact. Lucas was visibly drunk. “Okay, who put you up to this? Was it that douche Jason? Drinking is bad for you, Luc.”

“You drink and your not the legal age.” He challenges.

“It’s different. Big sisters get those privileges,” You shrug. “Mom and dad are cleaning in the kitchen. If I were you, I’d head upstairs before they see those bloodshot eyes. I’ll cover you for this one time but I better not see you drinking again. You’re too good for that shit, ya nerd.”

“It’s okay to be nice sometimes, Ash.” Lucas groans before trudging up the stairs.

“And how was your night, Erica.”

“Ended up covering in Lucas’s place for D’n’D.”

“Jeez, I’m in a family full of nerds.”

“Shut up,” She laughs. “Sooo…aren’t you gonna tell me about the Selection?”

“Didn’t happen. But I will be preparing for a ritual in the next 40 minutes which could possibly lift the curse on our bloodline.”

“Really?! That’s so cool! I’ve always thought of what it’d be like to unlock my full witch potential.” She stares at her hands, smiling deviously.

“Now I’m not so sure if you having powers is a good or bad thing,” Of course, you were just making fun but a small percentage of you was deeply concerned. “Say goodnight to dad for me.”

“Not mom?”

“She didn’t want me to do the ritual. Something about it not having happy endings,” You paraphrased, uninterestingly. “Now she’s giving me the silent treatment so I’ll just give her the same energy.”

She rolls her eyes, “Childish and petty. Like mother, like daughter.”

“I am not.” You pout.

———

You were instructed to wear white for your bath ritual. You decided to go with your favorite mini cocktail dress. You were under the blood moonlight in the forest long with 6 red-robed members whose faces were hidden by their hoodies and the two school officials, Dean Brenner and Professor Owens. A silver claw foot tub in the middle, separating you from the group.

Dean Brenner begins explaining the ceremony. “Ashley, you must sit beside the tub of water and place your hand in it. Stir it around where the moonlight hits the water directly.”

You do as your told, mixing the water and watching the reflection of the white light ripple.

Brenner continues. “The light charges the water with its power. You combine the physical properties of the liquid along with the supernatural properties of the moon so that your wishes will manifest into reality. Now please enter the tub and keep upright.”

The deep tub was filled to the brim. With one foot after the other you enter the tub, water displaces and splashes onto the muddy foliage. The remaining water reaching the bottom lining of your dress, wetting it enough to cling to your thighs.

“With the remaining 2 minutes of the bloodbath ritual, you will submerge yourself underwater until the Blood Moon cycle has complete. During your submergence, you may discover revelations about yourself. You’ll maybe find the answers to what you’ve searched for. Take this experience as a moment of opportunity. You may submerge yourself beginning…now.”

Gripping the sides of the tub, you lower yourself in gradually. You take one last deep breath and dive in. So this was the dangerous part. Holding your breath for nearly two hours. You were born ready for this. You used to be the leader on your swim team back in Hawkins High.

The academy trained witches and warlocks in different combat skills. Being submerged in water for a period of time was one of the ma

You can’t help but feel the slight burn in your lungs from the lack of air but you couldn’t back down or the ritual wouldn’t be complete. If you were allowed to use magic during this, you’d do the spell that allowed circular breathing so you’d have no issues. Maybe you’d even do the spell where you get gills. That grossed you out, though.

While you absentmindedly thought of the various spells you’d use, a bright, white light blinds you. You squint. The light was growing closer and brighter. It felt like you were now swimming freely in a deep, ocean. You swam towards the light at the surface. Just a few inches away, you were abruptly pulled out of the water; back to reality.

Dr. Owens has his hands on your shoulders, shaking you for a response. His mouth moves but you can only hear muffled, distorted sounds.

“…Okay?” Was all you heard from his sentence as your hearing slowly returned. “Are. You. Okay?”

“Yeah, I—” You look up, noticing there was still some time left to the moon. “Why’d you pull me out?”

“I’m sorry. We have to leave. They’ve found us.” Owens says, helping you out of the tub.

“Who?” You asked, completely disoriented.

“You could’ve kept her in. A second longer and the ritual would have been complete. Now we have no choice but to flee before they get here.”

“She was suffocating. What exactly would have been completed here? Her drowning?”

“Hey, Dean Brenner, Headmaster Owens…who the hell is ‘they’?”Just as you said this you, hear a warbling cry through the air.

“We have to go. Everyone get back into the academy building.” Brenner instructs. Everyone makes their way towards the front entrance of the school. You followed the crowd but then you heard a piercing scream that shook you to your core.

You turned to its direction. Owens looks at you as if he can read your thoughts. “You can’t go off on your own. That warbling cry means that there are Angel Bots lurking around. They are highly dangerous and can consume your energy before you could even blink.”

You were familiar with them encountering one once as a child. Your mom had to fend for your lives that night despite having no power. Angel bots were a divine group of beings that were like human but have angelic abilities except they belong to no kingdom. No property of hell or heaven. They had their own agendas. So far the only weakness you knew for experience was ironically holy water.

“There’s someone in danger. We could at least save them before it’s too late.”

“Didn’t you hear that scream? Its’s already too late,” Owens reasons with you, putting a hand on your shoulder. “You’re not strong enough. Not yet.”

“I’m sorry I have to do something.” You run into further into the woods in the direction of the screams which led you to the trailer park.

A specific trailer caught your eye when you noticed flickering lights through the windows. The door was locked. Focusing on the door, you reach your hand out.

“Aperi Ianuam.” You chant. The door bursts open, nearly yanking off its hinges.

You walk in spotting a blonde girl in just her bra and cheer skirt being choked out by an older, slender woman with darkened out eyes and black veins protruding through her cheeks. On the other side of the room, there was Eddie; pinned down on the wall by an unseeable force. His eyes widened at your presence.

The entity didn’t bother to turn their attention to you, focusing on her goal to end this girl’s life. “Gluttony.” The woman simply says in a voice overlapped with another.

“Dei fulmen voco te.” You stike the Angel Bot with a bolt of energy, causing her to instinctively drop the cheerleader to hiss in pain.

This angered the demon who immediately lunged forward at you in a speed so inhumane, you hadn’t registered the impact until you felt pain radiating at the back of your head. She’s slammed you hard against the wall.

You fall to your knees, gasping for air at the extreme pain you felt. Blood running from your mouth, nose, eyes. The profuse bleeding was caused both by the impact against the wall and the spell exhaustion. It took a lot out of you to use your powers. You spit the copper taste from your mouth, peering through the wet strands of your hair to see the bot returning to the girl, who’s cowering in the corner begging for her life.

“Invoco umbram.” You coughed through a bloodied mouth. Giant shadowy hands rise from under the ground capturing the women. You keep your clenched your hand a tight fist, the shadowy hands mimicking the pressure, constricting her. The woman was super strong and was on the verge of breaking your spell but you still held your fist out, squeezing tighter around her.

Then, the most gruesome thing happens. The entity face spreads open in four parts resembling a giant mouth with a white light in the middle. It inhales deeply. You squeezed around her as tight as you could. Screaming out all your energy into it. The bot directs mouth at the cheerleader. The white light causes the cheerleader’s eyes to go over white and then she begins to float.

“Chrissy!” Eddie cries out in desperation. He could only watch horror.

Your nails dug into your palms as you tried to maintain your hold on the entity. You see what look like a spirit being consumed from Chrissy’s body. Her soul.

The entity reverts back to its human face using its newfound strength to burst through the shadowy hands causing you to fall back on your butt. Then, the creature flies out the trailer in a blink of an eye.

Eddie falls from his position on the wall and it feels like the air was sucked from the atmosphere for a split second.

You attempt to stand up, only for your knees to buckle under you. Eddie catching you in time before you fell. “Careful there.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting. His arms were wrapped firmly around your waist. “We have to leave. The cops will probably show up at any moment. If they catch us here, we’re screwed.” You muttered, weakly.

His face is distressed when he looks over to the other side of the living room. “What about Chrissy?”

“There’s nothing we could do. She’s gone,” You wanted to do everything you could to save her but you were just not strong enough. Owens had been right. You show your sincerity. “I’m really really sorry. I thought I could help.”

“Don’t be sorry. What you did…that took a lot of courage.” He assures. He released you once he noticed you were ready to stand on your own. Looking around at the destruction around him, he fails miserably at averting his eyes from the lifeless body.

“Chrissy didn’t deserve any of this. She wasn’t even supposed to be here. I practically begged her to come over and now…” He trails off, trying to contain himself from breaking down. “What was that thing?”

“It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t bother you anymore.” You guaranteed.

“It literally crashed in through my roof. I don’t see how that would comfort me in anyway.”

“We’re still alive for a reason. That’s my only proof that they won’t bother you. They only kill who they want to kill. I know that’s not comforting but it’s enough,” You sigh, making your way out the door. “I’m sorry but that’s all I can give you. No questions. You’ve already seen enough.”

You tried to take a step down the stair only to feel a sense of vertigo, clutching at the sides of the door for balance.

“You can’t leave me. I’m not sure if I can be alone right now. Not after seeing that. And by the looks of your state, you shouldn’t be alone either.”

You contemplated for a moment. Of course, it was risky to being him into your home. The cops would be swarming his home the next day and soon will probably classify him as the main suspect. But you couldn’t leave him behind. He just witness his girlfriend’s soul swallowed whole and witnessed witch magic most likely for the first time. He must be a complete wreck. “Okay. You’ll come with me but only for tonight. Also, you’re definitely driving.”

——

You and Eddie sat silently as he drove through the streets, neither of you knowing where to begin. Eddie seemed to have more to say because he suddenly blurts out. “I met you the other day or should I say I caught you watching me the other day. Sinclair’s sister.”

You face heats up with embarrassment. You clear your throat. “Yep, that was me.”

“I also remember you attending Hawkins High. You were a grade above me. Valedictorian, advanced classes, active in sports. And all.”

“You observed me?”

“You were one of the few popular kids not mindlessly following what the masses want. You actually had your own opinions. I can admit I was intrigued.”

“You flatter me.” You roll your eyes.

“Why are you wet by the way?”

“What’d I say about questions?”

“Ah, come on. You gotta give me something. You barge into my trailer like superwoman. Knowing everything about those things. If I don’t at least get some idea about those things you could at least tell me what you are. To put my mind at ease.”

You figured you’d just tell him everything at this point, hoping to establish a trust that could keep your secret. “Fine. If I tell you everything, you have to promise me you won’t tell anyone about this. I mean, anyone. Even the people who you trust.”

“A bit dramatic but I promise.” He nods.

You take a deep breath. “I’m a witch. Witches exist and also angels exists. Technically these angels aren’t actually angels because they hadn’t come from heaven but they have powers like angels and they choose to feed off souls they specifically choose for their reason. They’re called Angel Bots that woman that attacked you. She was one of them. What’s worse? She wasn’t even the stronger of the bots. Their far stronger. We got really lucky. Oh, and I’m wet because I was doing this whole moon ritual thing to get stronger.”

You finished, looking over to Eddie when you hadn’t heard a reaction from him. He stares, eyes wide on the road. It was as if his brain short-circuited trying to process everything you said.

All he could let out is an incredulous, “What?”

You threw your hands up. “See? This is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you any of this. You’d just think I’m crazy.”

“I-I don’t think your crazy. It’s just a lot to take in, ya know. Today just doesn’t feel real.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I came prepared for anything when it came to my Bloodbath ritual…”

“Bloodbath ritual?” Eddie whispers in a terrified tone.

“I was finally gonna lift my family’s curse. Rub it in my mom’s face a little,” You were practically, talking to yourself at this point. Speaking in no context for Eddie to understand. “It’s just my luck that these freak creatures ruined it all.”

“Yeah, totally,” He says in a rush tone. “Umm, what was that about the bloodbath part again.” He inquires, squinting his eyes.

“Just some ritual done during the Blood Moon. I have to hold my breath underwater for like two minutes. Only got to 1 minutes in 30 before I was yanked back to reality.”

“You mean you nearly drowned yourself to lift curse off your family? Whoa…that’s kinda metal.”

You smile a little. Silence befalls the atmosphere. Once again, he take the initiative and breaks it. “Eddie.”

“Huh?”

“I’m Eddie. Eddie Munson.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Yep. Can’t forget whose nickname’s ‘The Freak’. There has to be some stories behind that name for sure,” You say, curiously. “I’m Ashley, by the way.”

“It’s nice to having a name to the face. Although, I’d always thought you’d be an Roxanne.”

“That would be a pretty badass name,” You pointed out your apartment building. “There it is. That’s my place.”

Once the car was parked, the two of you boarded into an elevator, standing a distance apart. You take the time to look at Eddie from the corner of your eye. He was still distraught which how couldn’t he after all that has happened. Eddie looks at you at the corner of his eyes; your eyes meeting. You both jump at in time with the ding of the elevator, avoiding eye contact once again and existing.

You unlocked your front door. “Please…make yourself at home.”

He walks in, shyly, sitting on the couch. His backpack on his lap.

You go into your hallway closet taking some pillows and blankets to hand over to him. “Sorry, I don’t have an extra bed. Whenever my sis comes over, we usually share my bed. Obviously, we aren’t sharing a bed.” You added, quickly.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.”

“Of course. Tomorrow maybe we could clear up the whole situation.”

“Yeah, telling them exactly what happened agnel bots and all, I’m sure they’ll believe us. Nooo doubt.” Eddie says, sarcastically.

You sit beside him. “Well, we have to think of something.”

“Can’t you just use your magical spells? Make this go away. Bring Chrissy back.”

You scoffed. “It’s not that easy, Munson. As you can see, I’m not in my best shape. I only did 3 spells and it nearly took me out. Resurrection spells and memory clearing spells are something only the highest of witches can do.”

“Is it the curse that makes it hard for you?”

You nod.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t pressure you or anything. I just know that nobody’s going to believe me.” He says, head in his hands.

“I’ll be your witness.”

“But then you’ll be dragged into it. What could you possibly say that would clear my name?”

“I’m…not sure. But if we get out story straight tonight then we could get you off the hook.”

“I guess we could try.”

“Great! Just let me get out of this dress and shower and I will be right back.” You assured, giving his hand a light squeeze. Just as you were about to get up, he tugs on your hand causing you to lower again.

“Are you okay, though? You took a nasty blow to the back of the head,” You gasp when his hand moves up, feeling the area where you were hit. His hand through your hair felt incredibly nice. “We should get you to a doctor or something. It feels a bit swollen.”

“I have an ice pack. I’ll be okay.”

“What if you’re concussed?”

“No. I’m fine. Really,” You pull away from his touch. “Gonna get that shower. Goodbye!” You rushed out of the living room.

“Goodbye?! What the fuck is wrong with me?” You say to yourself in the bathroom mirror.

After your shower, Eddie and you discussed some alibis running into different issues with each scenario. In the end, you both grew tired and decided to call it quits until morning. You were now in bed. You couldn’t sleep a wink. Not when you thought of how you could’ve died today. You could barely hold your own against that creature and it ended up killing an innocent girl.

There’s a knock at you bedroom door. Confused, you got up and answered it. Eddie stood there in his hellfire shirt and checkered pajama pants, his hair up in a bun.

“Hey.” He simply says.

“Couldn’t sleep neither?” You ask.

“Nope. Not a lick.”

He looks down at your form noticing you wearing an oversized Metallica shirt. He could almost see your hardened peaks poking through it.

“Cool shirt. Metallica’s great.” He says, trying to make conversation while hoping you hadn’t caught him looking.

“Yeah, they are.”

You both stood, awkwardly. “You think, maybe, I could…sleep in the bed with you. I won’t try anything. Of course. I can’t sleep alone.”

“Yes.” You said, a little too quickly for your liking, surprising Eddie as well. You moved over to the side allowing him to enter.

You both get on the bed, laying on the opposite sides of the bed as distant as possible and using different blankets.

“Chrissy wasn’t my girlfriend,” Eddie blurts out in the quiet atmosphere. “I liked her. What can I say? She was pretty and really nice. She was unattainable, though. Her boyfriend, Jason,” Your eyes widened. Lucas’s basketball mate? He’s getting cheated on? Eddie continues. “He’s a fucking douchebag. Never liked me. After tonight, he’ll despise me. I asked Chrissy to come over to my place. She wanted to score some drugs said she’s been having weird dreams. Made my move on her and she kissed me back. When things got heated, the fucking angel shows up.”

“Well, shit.” Was all you could say about his revelation.

“Yep.”

You both stared up at the ceiling, contemplating the events the led you here.

“So is Sinclair—-Lucas…a witch. Or what’s the male version of that.”

“Warlock and not really. I’m the only one in my family who’s got the gift. The curse skipped through my mother’s family tree for generations then I—no pun intended—magically got the gift. Lucas does have the blood to pass it on someday.”

“And the triumphant Lady Applejack.”

You laugh. “Who?”

“Your kid sister.”

“Erica? She’s Lady Applejack. Is that her D’n’D name? That’s cute,” You smile so hard, your nose crinkles. “Yes, she’s a witch, too. Technically.”

“Now she terrifies me even more.” Eddie jokes.

“Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“I was high when this shit went down. Thought I was having a bad trip.” He confesses.

“Reality’s a whole lot scarier.”

The rest of the night the two of you asked questions, made your confessions and every now and then made a joke or two to alleviate the situation since tomorrow the inevitable will come.

You fell asleep before Eddie. Eddie found himself, watching over you. Any sign of distress and he’d jump to check that you were okay. He was grateful that you came to his rescue. He’d hope that someday if the inevitable came and you were in trouble, he’d do what he could to save you, too.

That inevitable day could very well be today.

——

When you’d woke up, you notice the left side of the bed was empty. You rise from your bed, headed for the living room. No signs of Eddie anywhere. Then you spot a note on your island table.

“Ashley, nothing I could possibly say would be enough to express how grateful I am for your help. So, I’ve decided actions spoke louder than words. I’m turning myself into the police station,” Your heart beat at an alarmingly fast rate at that point of the letter. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone you were there. Your secret’s safe with me.”

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Pt II. The Devil’s Advocate (coming soon)

chapter summary: You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?

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I saw that you wrote for Erica from mbv and that’s so exciting!! Can u do a fem!reader x Erica (bi icon!) and they go on a cute date?

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙨 | 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢

pairings: erica jones x fem!reader

warnings: brief mention of the word murder, fast fair rides, reader getting dizzy, i believe that's it

a/n: alright this time it seems like erica decided to be the one to have me finishing a request at 1am lol. anyways, i’ve never written for erica before so i was a little worried how this would turn out but i have to say i really like this. like i actually think i’ve succeeded at writing something more cute than funny for once lol. i should write for more female characters more often lol. also wanted to add that the examples of rides in this are inspired by different rides my town’s fair has had in the past. though i will admit that the first one in this i didn’t actually go on. i am more than willing to admit that i don’t do many rides and that one was a bit too out of my comfort zone lol. also i'm realizing i'm terrible at naming fics lol. anyways, i hope you like this as much as i do!

“You know when you said ‘let’s go on a fun date,’ I expected a bit more screaming and blood.”

“Why must everything involve murder with you? And there is plenty of screaming from that ride over there.”

The other day you suggested picking a surprise date idea for you and Erica to go on. There was a fair in town this weekend and you knew she wouldn’t go if she knew beforehand. Something about unattended kids running around crazy, overpriced bad food, and lame kiddy rides. You knew there was potential that she’d like it if she gave it a chance, so this was why you proposed it to be a surprise. And a surprise it was.

Erica’s eyes narrowed in annoyance at you. She tried her best to turn you down but the hopeful look on your face made it hard to. “Fine.” She huffed in defeat.

You practically squealed in delight and held onto her arm harder. “Okay let’s do the circle upside down one!”

This particular ride was where most of the screaming was coming from. It was at least three stories tall and shaped like a giant circle. Each person was strapped to their seat by a metal bar that went over their shoulders and across their chests. The reason for such being that the train-like chart you were in would sway you from one side of the circle to the other side back and forth a few times before quickly sending you completely around the circle. With each sway the ride would get faster and faster which is how it gained enough momentum to send you around the full circle. This process happened four times throughout one ride. Which is exactly why you though it was the perfect ride to bring Erica on. “Pathetic little humans they are.” Erica chuckled as she watched the group ahead of you scream while on the ride. “I can’t believe people even find this scary.”

You shook your head with a slight smile at your girlfriend’s antics. “I think what is considered ‘scary’ depends entirely on the person. For example I am the only one who doesn’t think you’re scary.”

Erica turned to you sharply, clearly offended. “I am very scary.” She let her fangs show a little, just enough for only you to see.

You only smiled back at her, “Quite cute actually.”

Once more her eyes narrowed in annoyance at you and once more she admitted defeat with a sigh. “Fine, I’ll take cute.” You happily laughed at this.

Soon enough it was you two’s turn on the ride and you were both seated next to each other. From the moment your turn was up until it was time for the ride to start up Erica continued to insist that this ride was for the weak and she would probably find it incredibly annoying. This continued when the ride started to slowly rock back and forth, but that mindset quickly changed once the ride picked up speed.

For someone who acted all scary and tough, Erica Jones seemed to be no match for a fair ride that sends you in giant circles multiple times. On the first circle Erica’s hand immediately reached for yours and remained tightly held onto until after the ride was over. Her eyes were also tightly shut as she yelled curse word after curse word.

You on the other hand were laughing the entire time. From laughing at how wrong Erica was and because you were genuinely enjoying the ride.

“I can’t believe you were laughing the whole time, you psychopath!” Erica exclaimed once you two walked off the ride. You could only laugh more at this as you dragged Erica yet another ride. The deal of only going on one ride was out the window at this point. You needed to know how the big bad scary vampire did on other rides.

And so you and Erica rode ride after ride, none of which came to the same level as the first. After the initial shock of the first ride wore off Erica felt better going on more “intense” rides but insisted to never go on the first again. You even tried to bribe her with ice cream from one of the food trucks to try it at least once but to no avail.

The second to last ride of the night was one that spun you around for a few minutes while you could also spin your seat around as fast as you wanted. One person sat across from another and there was a circle in between the two. The circle in the middle could be twisted to make your specific “booth” spin to whatever speed you wanted.

Over the course of the night Erica has gained a bit more confidence in rides and decided to spin you guy’s “booth” as fast as she could. She even used a bit of her vampire strength to have full control over the speed and make it go as fast as she wanted specifically. You gripped onto the handle as hard as you could while also laughing as hard as you could. Erica was already finding the ride to be incredibly fun, evident by the huge smile on her face, but seeing you laughing with your whole heart and soul made things even better.

Once the ride was over Erica quickly jumped out of her seat ready for the next ride. You on the other hand felt a bit dizzy and nearly face planted trying to get off the ride.

Erica noticed your dizziness and quickly moved to catch you before you fell. “Woah there darling, no more of those spinning rides for you.”

“Just one more please?” Even though you almost just fell and the ground seemed to be tilting you didn’t want to go home quite just yet. For the third time today you let your saddened eyes try and convince your girlfriend to change her mind.

“Nope, no more spinning rides for you.” Erica shut you down quickly. She had to admit the sad but cute eyes had an effect on her, but the thought of keeping you safe override those feelings. “But I might have to make an exception for the ferris wheel.” She wasn’t a total monster.

And so you and Erica made your way over to the lighted up ferris wheel and took a seat in a cart side by side. You sat with your head on her shoulder and with her head on yours, hands held tightly together. The both of you sat silently as the ferris wheel started as you both stared up at the stars. With all the screaming and laughing throughout the day you were both admittedly very tired and wanted to just have a moment of quiet peace. Even if that by quiet that meant still having to hear other people yelling from other rides.

Once your cart made its way to the very top of the ferris wheel it suddenly stopped. Confused murmurs could be heard from the other riders signaling that this wasn’t supposed to happen.

“Did it stop working?” You questioned turning to look at Erica. The smirk on Erica’s face gave away the answer to your question. “What did you do?”

“I may have scared the operrater to stop the ride up here for a few minutes.” Erica’s smirk turned into a genuine smile when you started to laugh.

“Of course you did.” You giggled, playfully nudging Erica’s shoulder.

Erica nudged your shoulder back. “It proves that I am scary.”

“I never said you weren't scary to other people, just not to me.” You stated proudly.

Erica tried to look annoyed back but she couldn't hold back the genuine joy she felt in this moment. “You’re lucky I like you.” She held onto your hand, laying her head on your shoulder.

This time you were the one to lean your head onto hers and with a soft smile you replied, “I sure am.”

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Gintama Sentence Starters: Funny Edition

Gintoki: "Blah blah blah... Put a lid on it. Are you in heat, or what?" "I mean, I get so cranky if I don't have sugar." "Was your sister raised by a gorilla or something!?" "Ow ow ow ow ow!! What did you do!? Is that my brain leaking out?" "I-it should be okay, you know... Wake Up TV's astrology segment said... I'd be lucky this weekend." "Whoever ate it, raise your hand now, and I'll only kill you three-fourths of the way." "Can't you say something like, 'Leave me, ____, you go on ahead'?" "How long are you going to go on and on and on like some stupid, gum chewing, Kyoto girl on her cell phone?" "SHUT YOUR PIE HOLE, FREAK!" "So, what do we do now? Can we touch your ass or something?" "Clearly you're the one who needs help! You can't do jack shit!" "GIVE ME YOUR BALLS." "'Is this love?' My ass!" "It's all my fault. If only I hadn't gone to pachinko! I'll repay you by doubling it in pachinko!" "Believe in yourself! Believe in the dick of the owner you believe!" "You have an ultimate move, even though I don't? Isn't that unfair?" "T-Toei Animation's gonna kill us!" "What? I never said I was talking about you. You actually thought your family was rich? You actually call yourself Richie Rich?" "Mr. Kakashi from Class N had his Sharingan stolen after school yesterday." "Hey, bitch. I'm done with Kingdom, so get me all the volumes of Terra Formars within three minutes, or I'll have your head." "I'll curse your family for seven generations, damn you!" "It was far too large to be called a sword stuck in my ass."

Shinpachi: "Sheesh!! You hide a filthy soul behind those beautiful eyes!" "You two think that anything with a mustache is Mario, don't you!?" "Why are you pretending to break your bones!?"

Kagura: "Don't need a license to hit and run, yessir!" [text] Good morning. Your poop is very smooth today! "We're not toilet paper for you bastards to wipe your asses with!" "Behold me, the 30,014th shogun!"

Hijikata: "You wanna sleep permanently? Huh?" "Why leave the party, pal? It's a nice fight. Let's have some fun!" "What do you mean you missed!? Hey! Look at me!" "Okay. Don't come back." "Then how about a handshake? I'm a real Bentendo fan." "You Zega fans should be quiet and play your Creamcast, stupid. Keep waiting for your sequel to Shenmue, stupid." "I'm going to defeat Breeza!" "Hey, just give me some balls. You have some, right?" "Have you heard of a penile break?" "I'll lick the soles of your sandals or anything you ask me to!" "You can use the tepid kiddy bath over there. It's probably your style." "I don't remember allying with you, either. Crazy bitch." "You're not innocent, are you!?"

Okita: "He doesn't look hurt, but trust me he's suffering inside." "Just so you know, I was supposed to work really hard today, but I took the day off." "Isn't he stereotypical? He thinks he's Vegeta. He's planning on casually joining in." "Go buy me a Yakisoba pan, and JUMP, too. Of course, you pay for them." "I'm going to investigate whether the octopus balls actually have octopus meat in them." "I'll cut right to the chase. Could you let ____ fuck your robot girl over there?"

Other: "Look, you just keep your mouth shut." "Your heart isn't big enough to embrace their wonderful flaws, and that's why you aren't popular with the ladies!" "A leader must use any means possible to lead his organization to victory. As such, you'll play Uno with me! Because I'm good at Uno!" "____ made me pay 108 yen for a Yakulk the other day. Did they make you pay, too? It wouldn't be fair if I was the only one who had to pay." "Quit acting like you're a leader already, damn errand boy." "To remove this apparatus, either go to your nearest church or withdraw 3 million yen from an ATM and deposit it to my account." "If sorry was enough, seppuku wouldn't exist in the world." "In my country, '(insult)' is just how we end sentences. I wasn't implying anything, (insult)." "Is she a man or Orochimaru?" "Quit talking about my butthole like it's some parking stall!" "The hell are you doing in my house!?" "Why are you sneaking into my house in the middle of the night to make fried rice all dramatic-like!? And turn off the damn music! It's bothering the neighbors!" "You're the one... who bent me over."

Other (Multiple Lines): "Now we can't use the 'I wanna eat your cooking' line." "Oh, well. Skip a few steps and go with 'I wanna eat you' instead." "That's skipping too many steps! What kind of irresponsible advice is that!?" "I'll help you outta there. 'hee, hee, hoo' got that? Together now. 'hee, hee, hoo'." "I'm not a pregnant woman, you moron!" "This is ____, and this is ____. Understand? Let's write them down ten times each." "Oh, fuck you!"

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likesomekindofcheese · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Joe Mazzello x fem. reader oneshot where Joe and reader take their 1 year old daughter to an amusement park and Joe goes on the kid rides with his daughter while reader watches with a big smile and takes lots of pictures and videos of them and while watching her little family, reader remembers how she met Joe in college and it was love at first sight?

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The reader here identifies and presents as female.

Word Count: 1K

Warnings: Some swearing, babies, but just a lot of fluff.

It was a bright day at Disneyworld. The sun shining so high it hurt a little. It was hot and Joe’s arms looked a little sunburnt, but you had too much fun to care about that. He said there would be aloe vera later. What mattered now was how much fun you were having, especially with your little girl on your side.

Already she was one year old, and the trip was made for all of you to have fun as a family. Would she not remember this? Maybe not, but you would! Even as you rolled her in on the stroller, she was smiling, and her big eyes were looking everywhere. So many bright, pastel sights, caramel smells, and loud, joyful music caused her to kick her chubby legs in delight.

“Hey look there!” Joe pointed out.

There was a ride full of bright pastel teacups spinning around on a wheel as the riders inside made the teacup itself spin. It played the colorful, whimsical opening of “Very Merry Unbirthday” delightfully as the riders cheered.

“This looks fun, doesn’t it! And the Disney Adult blog I read has it listed as safe for her age- she can go!” Joe insisted.

Before the trip, Joe researched Disney World religiously. He wrote down and planned every detail to the hour of your trip. He insisted Disney was different from your average run-of-the-mill amusement park. You had to plan and secure Fast Passes for any of the Good Stuff ™ and even figure out which characters would be there that day. Any baby could take a cute picture with one of them and your phone was full of your daughter with smiling princesses and button-nosed animals.

Rides were different. But with a little one year old girl, the Mountain Roller Coasters were out of the question. He made a list of rides that she could go on with you and you tackled them all, braving lines that were only forty minutes as opposed to the usual two hours from Joe’s Machiavellian Fast Pass and hour strategy. You went on Small World, Pirates of the Caribbean, Haunted Mansion, Country Bear Jamboree, Winnie The Pooh (your daughter’s personal favorite so far!), Jungle Cruise, and Peter Pan. Now you were tired of rides for the moment, but Joe wanted your daughter to experience every ride she could- and The Teacups were next on the list. You had all just braved long lines to get some refreshing lemonade on this hot day. Joe’s dole whip was already devoured and discarded in the trash bin nearby.

“You go on ahead, I just would like my drink.”

“Are you sure, Y/N?” Joe asked.

“Yes, I am! Go have fun with your daughter!” you said.

All of you were wearing matching shirts with your own color-coded Mickey ears, sunglasses, shorts, and comfy walking shoes. Joe scooped the girl in his arms.

There’s a kiddie ride and you’re in that section. Yes, it was tiring, but it was fun and bright. Above all were two things: one, your daughter got to experience it and have fun. And secondly, Joe, who’s a giant kid himself got to experience it and have fun.

You sat there, sipping the Lemonade. It was so sweet it took everything in you not to just chug it down in a second. You watched as Joe, carrying your little girl, was progressing closer and closer to the ride. Indeed, he found way to keep her entertained. He even pointed to where you were sitting with the stroller. He waved with his hand and your daughter followed suit, smiling. She was indeed a wonderful combination. The best of Joe and the best of You all rolled up into one person. She was a miracle and the love of your lives.

It still took a little while. Looking through the photos taken so far today, there was so much genuine love it beamed off of Joe’s smile. The way you looked at each other like you were good enough to eat as you took photos in front of Cinderella’s Castle. Then when your daughter was with Daddy to meet her favorite characters, she was either beaming with her big eyes or shyly cuddling dad for comfort.

He made his way up and the Cast Member secured both dad and baby were secure onto the ride. Even the cast member seemed to smile and fall under your daughter’s cute smile.

You glanced to your right, seeing one parkgoer, dressed in the purple and yellow colors quoting Rapunzel with Flower crown ears watching the ride while snacking on a Giant, Mickey Shaped Pretzel. You struggled not to laugh at the irony, considering how you and Joe met.

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They were serving giant, soft pretzels at the cafeteria and you were excited. After a hard, long morning of classes you were starving and it sounded amazing to you. It was one of the few cafeteria foods that wasn’t absolute shit.

So you got over there, ready for that pretzelly goodness. Facing another line that was too damn long. When you finally got to the promised land of that area…there was only one.

You reached to get it when you saw a white hand meet yours to touch the pretzel. It grazed against your own instead.

Who on earth would want your pretzel! They had some nerve! You turned to them only to find the cutest boy you had ever laid eyes on. Yes, there were ripped, hot guys. Yes, there were suave, tall-dark-and-handsome types. But this guy was…approachable. Human. Yet divine all the same. He was a red-haired boy with hazel eyes, a sharp nose, and of medium height.

His eyes widened, looking right back at you, piercing into you. For a second you just stared at each other. Then, snapped back to reality, you turned your head to the single pretzel. His own followed yours.

Sweeping with your hand to present it, you said “you should have the pretzel”

He shook his head.

“No- you, should get it!”

“No, you!”

Your heart picked up as the words flew out.

“How about we split it?”

You couldn’t let such a cute, seemingly single guy get away from you!

He let out a little laugh and a smile. “Why, sure thing! Doesn’t bug me at all!”

Using tongs, you got the pretzel on your plate. Then taking a silver knife, you cut it in half and gave it to him.

“Here you go,” you said.

“Are you…are you sitting with anyone?”

“No” you replied.

“Well, neither am I…”

“I don’t even know your name!” you insisted.

“Name’s Joe.”

“I’m Y/N.”

Both of you found a spot and were chatting, getting to know each other. Joe was easy to talk to and always listened to what you had to say. He was studying film. Oh God, please not a film bro, you prayed quietly as you chewed on your soft pretzel. Thankfully, his tastes were not full of four-hour slogs or hour-long exploitation films trying to pass sexual violence as art. No, not at all! He was very sweet and bright with excellent taste. In fact, he was an actor!

“No way, what were you in?” you asked.

“The biggest one was when I was a kid…I was Tim in Jurassic Park!”

“No! Shut up! With Laura Dern and Jeff Golblum??”

“Yup! He even gave me a Beatles album!”

“Wow!”

You had gotten up to go get some dessert to continue the conversation, but your foot caught onto a puddle of slippery Coca Cola spilled onto the floor. Your foot lost its stability and you started to trip.

That is, until Joe reached down to catch you with his arms.

Just from that look, feeling safe in his arms- his eyes piercing yours and yours piercing his, you knew you found someone truly different.

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“WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Joe cried.

His voice cut you back to the present day. Joe was cheering on the teacups as happily and passionately as any roller coaster. Your daughter let out a laugh and in her security seat, even she was lifting her chubby arms to enjoy the ride. The wind whipped through them as they spiraled in their purple teacup.

Thank God for the soft pretzel. Thank God for the soda on the floor. Such small things, yet they led you to such indescribable happiness and the two people who loved you and who you loved in turn more than anything.

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My Opinions on 2022 Movies!

This is not an end-of-the-year list. This is just a thing you are reading. I watched 190 movies, and scanning the list as I was running numbers for 2022, these are movies I jotted down as remarkable one way or another.

You are welcome to argue with me in the comments, I guess. It may lead to me thinking you're a dumb-dumb, so go ahead and roll those dice.

So, let's talk bad movies first.

I won't include some movies I ran into face-first knowing they were going to be a disaster the way they were. Simon and I watched Hired to Kill to have a good laugh, for example. But even at that, one or two of these were... exceptional.

Fantastic Four 2015 - I could talk about Elektra. But it was a sort of dumb, harmless bad where the filmmaker's grasp was less than their reach. But then there's Fantastic Four (2015). And it was just... so incredibly misguided from jump. Supported by executives thinking they'd out-clevered Marvel Studios by taking the grim'n'gritty approach and a writer/ director that would expose the fun-lovin' FF for the tortured monsters they surely would be if you didn't want to sell any toys and hated joy. Add in that mediocre people need to be very careful when making movies about very smart people - especially movies for a general audience and we basically get what is famously one of the most misguided attempts at a comics-to-film translation, and that is saying something. I don't know who f'd up the FF, studio, producers, writer/ director - but this movie is just sad and cruel, like a kid who is working out his embarrassment at playing with kiddie things as he gets older by burning those toys and bragging to his friends about it, by spending $150 million.

The Key to Christmas - This movie was never intended to be good, but I honestly don't know what the @#$% this was, who it was for, or why it existed or why anyone put their real name on it. It's just... baffling. And head-ache inducing. Is it anti-art? Man, that would make me reconsider everything. But it's also basically a guy and a handicam shooting during a pandemic in the backroom of an Office Depot, so. It was never supposed to be good - landing squarely in "aggressively incompetent" initially, and then you realize, no... this movie is going to get drunk and do a swan dive into an empty pool in the shape of "fuck you, audience".

Out of Office - A colossal waste of fabulous talents. A pairing of comedians famous and otherwise, and yet... the movie is never funny, just awkward and brain-dead about a kind of work none of the people in the film do (office drudgery) during the challenging period of COVID and everyone working remotely. It's... flatly wrong. And then gags that don't work the first time just... keep... happening. A heroine who should be highly likable written to be a sociopathic drip. When your best part if Cheri Oteri having a 2 minute walk-on - maybe just keep following Oteri for the next 90 minutes. It reminds me there are a lot of people working in showbiz who are a reminder that being good at showbiz is hard.

Who's That Girl - Ugh. On the other hand, I finished this but did not finish Desperately Seeking Susan. So there you go.

Bolero/ Sheena - lumped together as I watched these on the same night, and because they're both 1980's movies that were supposed to tease the viewer with sexiness. Both... basically the equivalent of a 17 year old writing erotic fanfic from a prompt and too embarrassed to just deliver.

Least Favorite of the Year: How the Grinch Stole Christmas

This is probably recency bias, but... thanks, I hate it. This movie that did great box office, people say they like it and/ or watch every Christmas, and it's clear had a phenomenal budget. And yet... it doesn't understand the children's book that it's based on. It makes the Who's into accomplices and villains and maybe making the Grinch right prior to his change of heart? And endless scenes of Jim Carrey just... Grinching it up by himself. In the dark while you can almost hear Ron Howard saying "this is great...! Just great!" to himself. All the not-Burton film sets look like they exist in a land of permanent twilight, and the Who make-up is raw nightmare fuel. Oh... and the camera work. Dear god.

Really, the only redeeming quality of the film is Baranski. I'll go to my grave needing therapy for Martha May Whovier's mere existence. So while I'm glad Martha May exists, the confusion all of that is causing me must be taken as a mark against the film.

Some Favorites of the Year

I stopped doing this a while back because... who cares? Also, I could say plenty of good things about dozens of other films. I didn't really include anything as a re-watch or anything super obvious like, say, Gilda, which could make the list any time you watch it. But here we go.

Glass Onion - a clear great, last entry and one of the few movies from 2022 that I think people will still watch in 25 years, especially as Benoit Blanc becomes a familiar character to the mass audience. Technically phenomenal, written and edited as tightly as a Swiss Watch, and with every actor hitting all the right notes.

Lady Snowblood - Holy smokes. Not for everyone, but a film that goes for the jugular and never lets go, contrasting beauty with the worst in humanity for revenge fantasy unlike anything I've seen elsewhere.

My Darling Clementine - I'm surprised how much this one stuck with me, but it did. A noir-western with terrific photography, performances and edginess to spare.

Nobody - I find the John Wick movies boring after the first 30 minutes, but something about this movie - made from the same people but starring Bob Odenkirk as a former assassin who gave it all up for a mundane suburban life that is backfiring on him -spoke to me. Like Lady Snowblood, it's a bit of the ol' ultraviolence, and maybe treated with as much operatic nutiness with none of the beauty. Somehow the John Wick fans missed this, but this is the better film.

Prey - Damn, this was so good. I had zero interest in any more Predator stuff. But this movie completely turned me around on that idea, and Amber Midthunder is a star. Put her - and her costars - in everything. With a period setting, and taking the action away from "big men with big guns" the stakes are totally different, and the concept makes sense for maybe the first time since Predator 2 (which I will defend, mein freund).

The Rescue - I pretty much cried my way through the last 20-30 minutes of this documentary about the Thai boys' futbol team trapped in a cave. I know it was made into a movie by (sigh) Ron Howard. Skip the movie, find this doc. Sometimes people are amazing.

Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent - whether you're a Cage fan or not is irrelevant. One of the smartest comedies in years. Couldn't believe what I was watching.

Witness for the Prosecution - I'm not a huge legal-thriller kind of guy, but this movie is so well directed (see: Billy Wilder) and has such amazing performances (Dietrich, Laughton, Lanchester, Power) it's absolutely spectacular. One of those films you finish and are maybe ready to watch it again just to see how they did it.

Blast of Silence - a great noir indie from 1960, it takes risks studios wouldn't have and has as pulpy a lead as you're going to find in a film with no particular actory-schtick. Maybe not as distant from the action as The Naked City, and with the conceit of using the second-person-perspective, it feels immediate and alienating at the same time. One I'll be foisting on people in Christmases to come.

Call Northside 777 - If you're going to do a glossy, studio message picture, this is how you do it. Of course Jimmy Stewart and Conte are dead, but there's likely a modern Conte out there (and I'll take noms for today's Jimmy Stewart). Based on a true story of the wrongly accused, overcoming cynicism and working against the odds. Great film.

Lust for a Vampire - the movie I originally dismissed as not very good, I actually watched this time, and it's phenomenal. This era of Hammer isn't always a homerun, but this movie gets the horror for everyone involved, including the vampire herself, while remaining sexy and a fun watch.

Benedetta and Showgirls - Dammit, Verhoeven. No, I am not relitigating Showgirls. It's got issues, but is maybe better than I remembered? But paired with his period-piece, based-on-real-events of a nunnery during plague-times, and the maybe mystical nun and the novice that loves her... An underseen and under-discussed picture that takes on maybe the weightiest of human subjects in how faith works, and how that can be exploited and abused.

My Favorite of 2022 - Everything Everywhere All At Once

Was never going to be everyone's favorite, but does what you can only do with movies. Rocks with googly eyes and a terrible raccoon puppet should not have me in tears. A bagel that makes Thanos' plans look small and impersonal. An absolutely stunning set of performances from everyone in the cast, from Signal Watch heroes Michelle Yeoh and Jamie Lee Curtis, to super-veteran James Hong, to returning champ Ke Huy Quan playing as smooth as Tony Leung when he's not playing incredibly sweet and goofy (and badass!), and - man - what a star-making performance by Stephanie Hsu.

But - yeah, a movie that spoke to the work it takes to love, the fallout of what happens when you don't do the work, and some stellar sci-fi and fight scenes. The worst thing about this movie has really been the folks on twitter, and I'm not on twitter anymore, so fuck the lot of them, supporters and critics.

This film is an absolute joy as a story, as an oddball bit of cinema, as a set of performances, and we're lucky to have it.

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You sickened me I’m sickened❤️✨

So um I really don’t be on here… like at all but today I decided to blow the dust off my account lol just to repost something that I had originally post on ao3 ofc it’s not on there anymore sooo just going to post this on here it’s just basically me talking about somethings that is going on in Stranger Things Fandom? now it is about Eddie Munson if somehow you haven’t same volume one or two of season four there’s no spoilers so you’re good it just got to deal with people writing honestly fucking weirdo dark fanfics about him and Dustin…. I know I know somebody gonna say I am a dumb bitch for posting this on here bc I do know some people consider Tumblr to be the home of dark fuck up Fanfiction but here I am lol if you don’t want to hear what I got to say you can leave no problem you can fuck off I’m not going to lose any sleep lol well anyway for the ones that stay here is the post…)

7/17/2022

You sickened me I’m sickened:

Hi hello there thank you for clicking on my "fanfic"🌚 sooo I’m just making this to have myself a little discussion… so um wtf is up with the Dustin/Eddie sick/dark/idk fuck up fanfic, hell didn’t know Dustin/Eddie was a thing until like maybe 6… 8 days ago? I always thought to myself like "self you ever thought how fuck up people can be?" "Actually i do self… thought how Fuck up some people can be all the motherfucking time".)

(And yes I am seeing people trying to do the same thing with Steve as well but there’s just way more dark Eddie content I might come back and step on bitches necks about that next time)

Now I know someone is going to be petty and might look through my shit and bring up one of my fanfiction’s go ahead bitch I’m always going to STAND in my shit whenever I said I meant what I said and I will say it again, but hell it always gets me when it comes to these fuck up dark fan fictions when its over fantasy of rape "culture" people being perverts and doing nonconsent shit, raping children etc. and seeing people praise over that shit, once again maybe it just bothers me on a personal level where I can understand? It’s just really funny to me that people can sit here and write this shit bag worthy fanfics but sometimes irl the "same" people attitudes want to switch up with the same situation that they are writing about let’s say a grown ass man in the real world rape a kid then it’s "Oh my god he’s sick… put him away, he’s going to hell for what he did…" (or she… Woman can be Fuck up dick sucking perverts to)

It is a PC world we’re living in now a woman can do what a man can do humans are humans right? 🤔

But like it’s cool when it’s on black-and-white tho when you’re just writing it tho "it’s fake I don’t really mean it, I don’t condone this just doing it for fun~" but once again if this shit happen in real life "RAW RAW you rape little Cindy you groom her you deserve to be behind bars” or The true blue psychopaths believe what they put on paper believe it’s OK for people to ACTUALLY rape people, to ACTUALLY molest kids… like do you need a therapist? I’m a broke ass teenage but I will happily sell a Oregon if you need one because "y’all" people need help.)🥸

Anyway I truly believe deep down in my fucking heart Eddie Munson would never do something like that… let alone to Dustin… even if we didn’t know Eddie that long I feel like it wouldn’t be in his fucking nature to do some heinous humane fuck up shit like this he had Love Dustin like fuck your mom in the ass sake the fuck is wrong with "everyone" can we just please put some respect on Eddie’s name… got no fucking issues with the Dustin/Eddie ship… would like it even more if we age up Dustin character a little once in a while. like not even trying to be dramatic but it honestly fucking disturbs me when half of the fics are dark tho.)

Like who the fuck woke up one day and was like I’m going to make Eddie Munson a fucking kiddy raper because that sounds fun as fuck… like wtf?.)

And please save you’re well you didn’t have to "read it" 👁👄👁 well Curiosity kill the goddam cat bitch… hell You didn’t have to read my shit but here the fuck we are…🧍🏽‍♀️

Honestly just think it suck ass that there’s stuff out there like this about Eddie… Think that people can do better on the behalf of Eddie… of Joseph but I guess to hell with them huh?.)

Yeah trying to keep it short not trying to make a goddamn novel about this… probably not going to change anything lol like The little voice in the back of my head keep on telling me you know that those little Stinkin bitches ain’t gonna stop with What I like to call (the dark nobody ask for Eddie the kiddy Raper plague, pretty long huh? oh oh or it can be TDNAFEKRP?)…. Shit still long.)

Well piss on your father balls idk if I’m going to like make a actual fan fiction out of this? Got too much shit on my plate can’t finish the ones that I have lol maybe I will help out to add some more Wholesome less Ludacris Eddie Munson content on ao3🫡 and I’m not going to be a bitch ass and limited comments you got something to say well fucking say it.)

i’m out this bitch peace.) ✌🏽

#dark fanfiction #eddie munson #dark eddie munson #dustin stranger things #Poor Eddie Munson #come up with better ideas #scarred for life #seriously wtf #take away the ao3 accounts #respect Eddie Munson #I thought we were living in a PC World #Poor Dustin Henderson #he’s just a kid #why rape? molesting kid is not it #HE would never

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Your tags on the post telling Biden voters to keep Palestine out of their mouths are so incredibly rude; you're doing exactly what they said not to. Saying that they aren't looking at the bigger picture? Trying to explain how voting works like everyone but you is an idiot?

It's clear the genocide and brutalization of tens of thousands doesn't mean shit to you. How selfish can you be. If you don't care about Palestine, at least have the dignity to not go onto posts like that to tell everyone you think you're more important than them.

fun fact. When someone puts something in tags. You don’t have to read them. Anyways,

Is it selfish to care about every life, and not just one group? my brother in christ I wasnt explaining things like I thought they were stupid, because then I would have CALLED them stupid. I was making a point that yes, there are so many better fucking options and I fully support. but there are also risks to them and that THAT is why people struggle with this fucking decision. Because there’s fucking nuance.

You are painting an image of me in your head that makes you mad because you want people to be mad at. You want people you can point at and cry wolf when it’s nothing more than a dog.

Putting the rest under a read more because the people who don’t give a fuck and decide that they prefer being only reactive, don’t even have to bother reading what I’m saying, they can just go ahead and block me right goddamn now. Because I’m not here to appease people and I won’t pretend I am.

I do care about Palestine. An incredible amount, actually. And I also happen to care about the citizens of my own country and other countries alongside it. And I was sharing my thoughts on a matter that can have far larger consequences than we’re fucking considering.

You are the person who cannot see the bigger picture because you think that just because people are drowning in an ocean, we shouldn’t also try to prevent and help people who are drowning in what comparatively might be a kiddie pool.

They are all drowning regardless, and I am of the belief that harm of any kind, not just one specific situation, should not happen at all.

Also, if you read the tags so thoroughly like you think you did,

you would have seen the part that says you can just block & ignore me if you didn’t like what I was saying.

and if you take such large issue with what I say, then you should’ve taken your ass off anon because this could’ve been just between me and you. But now it’s gonna be between everyone who sees it, because while I know not to feed the trolls, this troll has made me think that maybe I need to directly fucking say what I think should be fucking said.

if you refuse to comprehend what I say that is on you. If you get mad because of that, it is on you. If you continue to respond only REACTIVELY and not PROACTIVELY, that. Is on. You.

#if I lose friends and followers for this. that’s perfectly fine with me.#I’m not going to make you agree with me.#you do not get to paint me as a villain for caring about more than just the citizens of ONE country regardless if it is my own or another #I Care about every fucking life PERIOD. And what good does trying to stop one evil do when your action could lead to even more.#I am NOT sorry that my decision to care about more than just one type of life is so upsetting to you.#So if you can’t understand that let me put it like this:#Yes there’s a genocide happening. Multiple actually that you probably aren’t paying attention to. and it’s awful.#but we need to stop and fucking think about how many more our actions can lead to.#how many people must suffer and die before you will realize you should’ve taken a path that killed less?#I fucking hate biden. I hate trump even fucking more. and what I hate most is seeing deaths that are entirely preventable.#caring about only one specific group above all others is just as bad as caring about only yourself above all others.#but my original point was not made to try and fucking persuade anyone to do anything. it was to provide a perspective #that I hadn’t seen people considering much.#oh and for the record-I didn’t vote for him.#But I know you were perfectly fine assuming I did because it fit your narrative better.#what I am doing here is choosing to shoot myself instead of having to pick one of two people to shoot.

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#86 Mary Anne and Camp BSC: Chapter 11

Vanessa Pike puts herself in contention for the “Most Annoying Camper” award and the BSC and kids go bowlling, spelling error intended.

Oh dear, we start out with a BSC Notebook entry...from Claudia! Though she must be upset because she opens the entry with Woe! Bowlling is an excelently fun sport. The way she spells bowling makes me imagine people hurling bowls down the alleys. What the hell...it's a really short entry (because writing a lot makes Claudia's brain hurt!), so I'll put it here for posterity:

Woe! Bowlling is an excelenty fun sport. Especialy when you play with kids. They are so funy. Even with the kid-sized bowlling balls, I kept expectting them to go right down the allie and into the pens.

Tumblr’s spellcheck has a huge task trying to keep up with all of that.

Anyway, the camp goes bowling today. Vanessa's being a pain in the ass and spouting off poetry about bowling. Whenever Vanessa starts up with her poetry, I just think of how someone in the LJ group said it reminds them of Mr. Friend from Rugrats:

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“I'm glad that Camp BSC made Monday bowling day and included me!” See what I mean? How do the Pikes live with this everyday? Or have they learned to repress it by now?

Alicia, once again, is staying home with Mary Anne, who now has a reason to stay home instead of to just watch over Alicia. Mary Anne offers to help her with her camel costume but as she starts walking back to the barn, she sees Alicia is distracted, watching all the kids get into the cars, until Mary Anne calls her over. Foreshadowing? Let's hope so.

Claudia gets the wonderful honor of being in a car with Vanessa, who's sticking “bowl” into every song she can think of; we get a bowling version of “Heigh Ho!” “Row, Row, Row Your Boat,” and Claudia makes up “Take Me Out to the Bowl Game.” I wonder if Claudia wore her bowling shirt outfit she wore in another book.

If Karen wasn’t being such an unholy terror, I’d say Vanessa wins Worst Camper for this chapter alone.

They arrive with the three adults who deserve a medal for volunteering to chaperone: Mr. Braddock, Aunt Cecilia and Mrs. Pike. Mary Anne also adds, “Kristy, of course, being the organizer of the world, had called the bowling alley in advance and reserved enough lanes at the far end of the alley.” Well yeah, she'd call ahead! Imagine if she didn't and just showed up to the bowling with 20+ kids in tow?

Typical shenanigans get underway. Jamie and the little kids have trouble lifting the kiddie-sized bowling balls, Claudia is left with the task of having to teach them to how to bowl. Claudia makes a gutter ball and Claire whines that she doesn't want that to happen to her. Uh...you'd think when Organizer of the World Kristy reserved the lanes, she would have asked for bumpers? It would prevent not only gutter balls but a lot of tantrums.

Oh and Karen and her little group are quiet and not going on about how at a real circus camp, you wouldn't go bowling. Don’t worry, they're saving all their energy for later chapters.

What else happens...Linny gets a strike, Claire throws a tantrum after yet another gutter ball and in a move that's been done way too much in cartoons and the like, Jamie doesn't take his fingers out of the holes and ends up sailing down the lane with his ball, with Claudia running after him. They’re on a collision course with ~wackiness~! Claudia manages to free Jamie, just as the ball makes it way to the end and somehow he ends up with a strike too. We're not told if Claire threw the tantrum to end all tantrums.

And, thankfully, we're spared stories of Jackie Rodowsky getting his finger stuck in one of the holes or sticking his head into the ball return and getting clonked in the head by a bowling ball. Because you know he would have done that since he’s a WALKING DISASTER and all.

#bsc #snark #babysitters club #mary anne spier #mary anne and camp bsc

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yzafre · 2 years

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when I drop like a cannon-ball (from cloud nine) Ch 4

AO3

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The trio dithered for a while, worrying over Twilight Town’s disappearance, but in the end, there was nothing they could do but continue through the pathways they’d unlocked.

At the end of the first path, they landed in the midst of a lush forest. Partway down the road Goofy paused, peering into a clearing. Donald and Sora came up behind him. Ahead of them, a large, fanged shadow loomed over a small figure in armor.

“A heartless?” Donald wondered.

Sora pumped his fist, “Let’s get the jump on him!”

He and Donald rushed forward, Goofy calling out behind them. As they barreled into the clearing the figure reeled back, eyes wide. The large shadow disappeared, shrinking into a blur that leapt into the soldier’s arms, bringing Sora up short. A very familiar voice began to rant at them.

“Is that Mushu?” Goofy wondered, padding up behind them. Sure enough, a red snout popped up over the figure’s shoulder, hissing defensively. Even as they got chewed out, Sora couldn’t help but grin.

“Hey, Mushu! We missed you!”

“Well, you better hope I miss you, or else you’re- you’re-” Mushu stammered to a stop, scowl transforming to a matching grin, “Sora! Donald! Goofy!”

In his previous journey, Sora had met many displaced figures, separated from their world. It was good to see one of them reunited with his home. As the small dragon grand-stranded, the figure with him stood, brushing themselves off.

“I’m Mulan,” they introduced themselves, “Uh, I – I mean...”

“Ping!” Mushu cut in.

Donald crossed his arms, scowling skeptically, “Mulan Ping?”

“Just... Ping,” Ping cleared his throat, voice dipping deeper, “I am Ping, son of Fa Zhu.”

“You know Mushu?” Sora wondered.

“Mushu’s one of my family’s guardians.”

“We didn’t know we were borrowing somebody as important as a family guardian,” Goofy said.

“Yeah, that’s right!” Mushu grinned, “And that puts you three up to your eyeballs in debt to Ping here. Well guess what, kiddies, it’s payback time!””

Sora crossed his arms, humming thoughtfully, “Sounds fair.”

Mushu nodded, satisfied, “See, Ping here was just on his way to join the Imperial army. We gotta go find the other recruits over at the training camp.”

“Would you join us?” Mulan asked, far more polite, “It’ll be easier to fit in if I’m with guys, like you.”

“What do you mean ‘fit in?’” Sora asked.

“Well, uh, don’t - don’t worry about that,” Mushu said, chuckling nervously.

Goofy just nodded, “You’re pretending to be a boy, aren’t you?”

Sora whipped his head to the side to stare at Goofy in shock before turning to take Ping in again. He – she? - wasn’t denying it.

“Huh?! You’re a ... girl?”

Mulan glanced away, embarrassed but pleased, “You didn’t notice?”

“Uh-uh," Donald said.

“Not me,” Sora agreed.

Mulan smiled at Mushu, delighted, as she turned down the road, “I think it’s working.”

Mushu wasn’t as easily convinced, “I don’t know – those two would fall for anything.”

Sora scowled, racing after them, “I’m right here!”

So, Ping was actually Mulan, but needed help convincing others they were Ping.

They helped Mulan get settled in at the army camp. It was… well, it wasn’t great. They managed to get into a fight in the first ten minutes, and all the blame fell solely on their shoulders. The captain was unimpressed with them, and with Mulan in particular. Sora could see her shrinking and quickly cut in, managing to buy them a chance to prove themselves, for Mulan to prove herself.

Mulan was great, though! Even if they didn’t owe Mushu, Sora would have wanted to help her out. Each day they were sent on a new mission, and each day Mulan performed a little better, came back a little stronger. Though, that didn’t change the fact that the missions could be boring. Scouting ahead could be fun, seeing new places as they cleared the path of heartless. But guard duty involved just sitting there. He couldn’t even goad the others into playing some diving games to pass the time, no matter how much he flexed or flared his wings in playful challenge.

“No, Sora,” Goofy sighed, sending him a scolding look. Sora wrinkled is nose, screwing up his face as he stuck his tongue out. Huffing, Goofy pulled at his ears, eyes screwing up as he made a face in retaliation. They passed faces back and forth until someone cleared a throat behind them.

“We’re supposed to be watching the road,” Mulan said. They both nodded sheepishly, and she smirked, “Besides, you’re doing it wrong. You have to do it like this.”

The face she pulled was truly spectacular. Goofy slammed his hands to his mouth as Sora collapsed into a peal of laughter.

Boring missions aside, working with Mulan was good, and Sora could see the begrudging respect for her growing in the Captain’s eyes with every success. When they cleared an entire path to the army’s new city base, he finally admitted she had potential.

It didn’t seem like quite enough, but Mulan was willing to let it go. Mushu, it seemed, was not.

His plan could have worked, if it wasn’t a trap. When they finally emerged from the heartless-infested cave, the city was utterly destroyed. In their absence, the enemy had descended, laying low the army. Sora, Donald, Goofy, and Mulan barely exchanged a glance before racing after them.

On the snowy slopes of the mountain, they confronted the enemy leader and his legion of heartless. Sora dove in headfirst, fighting against a swarm that blotted out the sky. Just when it seemed the horde would overwhelm them, Mulan burst in out of nowhere, carefully aiming a rocket. When she lit it, it sailed past the enemy, flying off into the distance. The enemy stepped menacingly forward, but Mulan remained calm and confident. It was only when the mountain began to rumble that Sora understood why.

A tidal wave of snow cascaded down the slopes. Sora and his friends barely made it out of the way, but the heartless were swept away. When the snow settled, the remains of the army cautiously join them. Finally, the Captain was impressed with Mulan: her ingenuity, and her initiative.

Then Mushu exposed Mulan’s gender, and it was all over.

"I don’t understand,” Sora said later, as they all huddled around the fire, “Why did they kick you out, just because you were a girl?”

Mulan stoked the flames a bit before leaning back, giving a sigh before she answered, “It’s against the rules. The honor of battle – that's for sons. Daughters earn honor for their family in other ways. A woman in the army - someone like me, I'm not supposed to exist.”

“But that’s not right!” Sora protested, eyes stinging, “You’re really good at this! Look how quickly you’ve improved, and that idea with the firework! No one else would’ve thought of that. You deserve to be a part of this, too.”

Mulan stared at him for a moment, eyes wide in shock, before smiling softly, “Thank you, Sora. But I’m afraid neither of us get to make that choice.”

The next morning, they spotted the enemy leader emerging from the snow, heading for the city. When Sora turned to Mulan, he found the fire had returned to her eyes.

They made it to the palace just in time to warn the Captain. Mulan sent him inside with the Emperor, while she and Sora took on the enemy leader. Victory was sweet, and Mulan getting not just the Captain, but the Emperor’s approval was even sweeter.

“I guess we do get to make a choice,” Sora said, smiling up at her, “You changed it – you have a place here.”

“I guess I do,” She answered, grin slowly dawning on her face.

An answering star grew in his chest, warmth flooding through him as the familiar sensation of extra weight dropped in his pocket. He shoved his hands inside, thumbing the new charm happily as they said their good-byes.

He’d lost a lot, in the year he couldn’t remember – lost strength, lost his keychains, lost time, lost Riku, lost his chance to go home to Kairi. But it wasn’t over yet – new worlds, new friends, awaited him. And some day, he'd find his way home, too.

At the next world they landed in front of a tall, intimidating castle beneath a dark sky. The trio took in the architecture with wide eyes as they crossed the courtyard, working together to open the grand front doors and slip inside. Not three feet inside the castle shook, a heart-stopping roar echoing down the walls. A slow grin crossed Sora’s face.

“That’s the Beast!”

Sora burst forward, ready to check on his friend, when a moving puddle of darkness caught his eye, sliding across the great hall and into an open door.

“Look!” He pointed.

“C’mon!” Donald cried.

They barreled forward, bursting into the room only to freeze in surpise: it was empty.

“Where did it go?” Donald wondered. Sora and Goofy followed afterwards, peering around the room as Donald wandered across the room to peer curiously at a glowing red rose. Just as he reached it, darkness pooled up from the floor, heartless emerging from the shadowed corners of the room. They summoned their weapons and got to work.

The heartless seemed never-ending. Where one went down, two more sprang up in its place. Frustrated, he reached inside, pulling out his new wings. He lurched forward in anticipation as the second Keyblade fell into his hand with the sensation of sweet and sour knives, only to stumble to the floor, off-balance.

Hissing, he rolled to the side, fluttering the wings to push himself up, taking several attempts to do so. He deflected the next attack, spreading the wings once more before tucking them away when he nearly fell over. Not only were they wrong, they were a different wrong than he’d gotten used to. He’d have to do this the old-fashioned way.

After the fiftieth time he struck a heartless down only to turn to find another in its place, he growled, flinging his blades upwards, “Oh, come on. Enough already.”

“Somebody help us!” Donald yelled.

There was a rumble from outside the room, all the heartless freezing in place, before the door flung open with a bang. Beast stomped in, casually flinging the heartless aside as he made his way to the center of the room.

Sora grinned, throwing a hand up in greeting, “Just in time!”

Beast slowly lifted his hand in turn, then swung it down, flinging all three to the ground. Gaze never wavering, he strode forward to pick up the glass case containing the rose, cradling it carefully as the turned and lumbered from the room. The trio climbed to their feet in his wake, watching dumbly as he disappeared.

“Gee, do you think he maybe forgot who we are?” Goofy wondered.

Sora frowned, “With this many heartless around, something must be up.”

As they emerged back into the main hall, Donald spotted a lady on the stairs above – a lady who couldn’t be anyone but Belle.

They made their way up, finding Belle in the farthest room. She greeted them enthusiastically, relief and hope shining in her eyes as she explained what was going on. The Beast had been acting strange, barely speaking to her lately, even going as far as to lock all his servants away in the dungeon. They were the only ones who might now what was going on. Sora quickly agreed to help.

At Belle’s instruction, they headed to the West Hall, where they found the entrance to the undercroft barred by a living wardrobe. After some careful negotiation – and the surprising reveal that the Beast was a prince under a spell – she let them through.

Inside the undercroft, they approached the intimidating stone doors.

“This must be it!” Donald called, knocking against it. The door rippled in his wake, before becoming enveloped in smoke, the stone carvings coming alive with gleaming eyes and sharp teeth. Great arms flung Sora away, breath punching from his lungs as he slammed into the floor. A great grinding sound emerged as the statues in the room peeled themselves from the wall, brandishing suddenly sharp weapons as they floated forward menacingly.

Sora barely rolled out of the way of the first attack, flinging himself to his feet in time to block the second. He was quickly surrounded, separated from Donald and Goofy as they were harried by the spells flung by the heartless-possessed door. Gritting his teeth, he danced between attacks, striking back whenever he could.

An attack from behind blind-sided him, sending stars dancing in his vision. A second statue took advantage of his distraction, its blade slamming into his chest. He tried to recover, bring his Keyblade up to block, but his responses were sluggish. The next blow sent him flying back, head cracking against the wall. A cold trickle trailed down his neck as he gasped for breath.

As the statues advanced on him, he dug in his pockets, heart dropping as they came up empty. They were out of potions. Gritting his teeth, he pressed back into the corner. They were out of potions, his magic was drained, and Donald and Goofy were being held up on the other side of the room by a swarm of lesser heartless.

He reached down inside himself, pulling for extra strength, but the scattered sparks of power skittered away from him, still exhausted after their earlier emergence. Desperate, he reached deeper, brushing on something bright and familiar, but as he grasped onto that light it seized, a surge of bleeding-tearing-pain that threw him off and away, spinning into the shadows. Gasping from pain, he lingered too long in the dark reaches as they cradled him, his consciousness fading out. There in the shadows, its eyes opened.

Sora came to standing over the fading smoke of a dissipating heartless, Donald and Goofy watching him with wide eyes from the corner of the room. His Keyblade was missing from his hand. Instead, the tips of his fingers were aching, a tingling fizzle of energy fading away. His mouth felt fuzzy, something cloying and bitter coating his teeth and tongue, and he swallowed to try and clear the taste.

“Sora?” Donald called.

“Are you okay?” Goofy picked up, carefully edging closer.

“I - yeah,” Sora replied, slow and heavy as he blinked away the lingering dizziness, “What - what happened?”

“You – well,” Goofy paused, curling a fist under his chin thoughtfully.

“You got covered in Darkness,” Donald finished, poking Sora suspiciously with his staff.

“I what?!” Sora clutched at his chest, panic coursing through him, “But how?”

“Well, what’s the last thing you remember?” Goofy asked.

Sora paused, thinking back, “I was backed in the corner – I really thought that heartless might take me out. So, I reached for power inside me, using the ability the fairies gave me. But I couldn’t bring up the power usually use, so I reached for something else. I found it, too. It felt like the wings I had before, on our last adventure, only – when I touched them, I only felt pain, and then darkness.”

As Sora explained, Donald crossed his arms, foot tapping and slowly getting faster until he growled, “Well, whatever you did, don’t do it again! Okay?”

“Right!”

The duck huffed, nodding imperiously and turning back to the door, “Now let’s rescue those servants.”

“There’s nobody here.”

Sora peered around the dark, dusty room, looking for anyone that might be hiding. All he found was a collection of dusty crates and miscellaneous housewares.

“Does that mean there’s nobody to rescue?” Donald wondered.

“Did someone say ‘rescue’?”

It turned out the servants were cursed – like the prince, and like the wardrobe – the result of an enchantress's punishment for cruel behavior. There was a way to break the curse, but with the Beast’s strange behavior...

The clock and the candlestick exchanged weighty glances before ushering them up and out, insisting on checking on the Beast as soon as possible.

As they cracked open the door to the Beast’s room, a rumbling voice spilled out, “What? To love, and be loved in return? Who could ever love a beast?”

Of course it’s him, a voice groused in Sora’s mind, even as he pushed harder at the sound of the Beast’s infuriated growl.

Inside, the black-cloaked figure turned to take them in, “See? She has accomplices.”

A shimmering barrier went up behind the Beast as the black-cloaked figure disappeared. Sora approached carefully, voice purposefully light, “Hey, Prince!”

The Beast looked back up, unholy light in his eyes. With a mighty roar, he attacked.

With the clock – Cogsworth's - help, they managed to bring the Beast back to his senses. Explaining what had happened was a bit more touchy. Beast quickly became visibly distraught.

“Who was that guy you were talking to?” Sora cut in, “The one in black?”

“Xaldin! That's his name,” Beast rumbled, “He came from the Darkness. He used my anger to control me. He took all my sorrow, my sadness my pain - and turned it all into rage. There was nothing I could do - I could no longer see the truth.”

“Well, I'll be,” Goofy said, “That must be why you threw all your friends down there into that dungeon. You wanted to make sure that you didn’t hurt ‘em, right?”

“Was that it? Was it to protect them?" Beast wondered.

“Sure. We know you’re good inside."

Cogsworth tried to bring up Belle to encourage him, but that really only just made things worse as Beast descended into a spiral of self-recrimination.

“Why don't you just go talk to her?" Sora suggested.

“But -”

“No excuses, we'll go with you."

Belle wasn’t in her room. The wardrobe, who had relocated there, informed them she went after the man in black. The Beast yelled in frustration as Sora’s heart raced – the Organization was dangerous, they need to find her, fast.

They tracked her to the ballroom, where she was just making her escape to the balcony as a giant heartless rose into the air, consuming the chandelier. Beast and Sora exchanged glances, and the fight was on.

“We did it!” Sora cheered as the heartless faded away.

“So you think,” a voice rumbled behind them.

“Xaldin!” Beast growled, lunging forward even as the Organization member faded into a dark portal.

“What does he want here?”

“He must be with Organization XII,” Sora said, “Ever heard of the nobodies? When a strong-hearted person turns into a heartless, a nobody’s created, too. See, the Organization, they’ve got control of all the nobodies.”

Goofy nodded, “That’s right. And they were gonna make you a heartless. That way, they could get that nobody of yours and have control over it.”

Sora nodded in agreement, opening his mouth to continue when Belle interrupted from behind, “You’re all right!”

“Belle!” Beast called. The two rushed towards each other, coming to an awkward stop with a foot between them. Beast stumbled through a series of awkward apologies, which Belle accepted with a pained smile.

“But I wish that you could have changed a little bit,” she sighed, “I wish you could start trusting me!”

Beast cringed away. Beside Sora, the candlestick – Lumiere – shook his head, “Oh, I’m afraid time is running short.”

“What do you mean?” Sora asked.

Cogsworth answered, “Remember the rose? You see, if the Master learns to love, and earn love in return, before the last petal falls...”

“The spell will be broken!” Lumiere finished.

“Really? You think he’s going to make it?” Sora wondered, watching Belle and the Beast edge around each other. How strange, he thought. If the rose was the key to the curse, he could see why it was so important to Beast.

Sparks flashed in his hand, his Keyblade appearing as he felt his heart catch on a distant prick of light. Raising his Key high, he summoned the beam of light, feeling the click as a new path opened. It was time for them to go.

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#kh #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts II #sora #fanfiction #wingfic #wrap your wings AU #Yza writes a thing

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 3 years

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Slowpoke

Word Count - 2,000

Perspective - 2nd person

When - after the Greene Farm, before the Prison. This is the first in the Slowpoke Series! Find the rest here. (link fixed!)

Relationships - you and all the gang! And a tiny spark of a Daryl crush forms

Genre - fluff

Pronouns - not really mentioned

TWs - none. You might could develop a slight hankering for candy, though

“No way am I gonna lose to a baby!” you groaned. Why couldn’t you get your legs to move any faster?

“Oh you totally are!”

Glenn came sprinting from the left and panted “Not if I whup you both first!”

You squealed and tried to run faster, neck and neck with Glenn. Carl was somehow still ahead. Beth was trying to jog as fast as she could but was laughing too hard to keep up; T-Dog had been winning in the onset, but had floundered behind – and was now “blocking” Beth from passing him by using his football moves from back in the day.

Hershel sounded entertained as he called out “Winner gets the last of the peach rings!”

“Oh, heck yeah!” Glenn exclaimed.

“We still have some? Those are gonna be mine, buttface!” you shouted to him, focused on winning.

“Just try, bumpkin!”

Neck barely passed Glenn, you now need to somehow beat Carl. How was that kid getting so quick? You willed you legs to move faster, but...

“Dang it!” you exhaled, rubbing your shoulder. He beat you to the speed limit sign fair and square. Carl and Glenn, it turned out. “You’re getting way too fast, you little punk.”

“What?” Glenn deadpanned. “I’ve always been the fastest.”

T-Dog and Beth reached you three now, and Beth giggled “No Glenn, you’re the buttface, and Carl is the punk, Y/N’s the bumpkin.”

“Glad I've made it this far without gettin' stuck with one of them kiddie nicknames," T-Dog teased, out of breath. "So, which of y’all won?”

“The punk!” Carl announced proudly. He looked at you and kindly admitted “I was so sure you were gonna beat me.”

“No way,” T-Dog smiled. “Glenn, even you lost to the little guy?”

You made a face at T-Dog, then Glenn, then to Carl and Beth, who both giggled again.

Ever since the quarry camp, you had a fun little game going with Glenn, since you two were considered the fastest. Glenn, however, reigned king for the past two weeks. And now baby Carl was competition too, apparently, psht.

T-Dog raised his hand for a high-five and told Carl “Nice work, little man!”

Beth linked her arm in yours and smiled as Carl raised his arms in victory and shouted “Peach rings!”

“Yeah, yeah,” you pretended to whine. “Punk.” You plucked his sheriff’s hat off, scurried away with it with your tongue stuck-out, and messed up his ever-growing hair before putting it back on when he started play-whining back.

Not only was his hair getting longer, but he was growing taller and getting all lanky. You remember when he was just a chubby little baby and you got to babysit him, your first job after getting your certification when you were thirteen. Heck, you were even your big brother Shane’s plus one to Rick and Lori’s wedding. Holy Moses, you love that kid to death.

Glenn sidled up him and tilted his head. “So Carl...you’re gonna share those peach rings, right?”

“Just be sure to give some to your mama, she’s pregnant!” Beth reminded him sweetly, before frowning and whipping her head towards the treeline.

You all stopped talking and turned towards the noises.

Eh, same old same old. It didn’t even phase you anymore. A small cluster of the dead was coming for you. Whoop-dee-doo.

Maggie’s and Carol’s panicked shouts reached your ears: “Hey guys, you see ‘em?” “On the right, from the woods!”

T-Dog took charge, looking at them and giving a thumbs up. “I got the tall one on the left and the one behind him,” he told you and Glenn.

“We’re with you, Teddy,” you nodded, taking out your screwdriver. “I’ll get the one on the right.

“Cool, I’ll do the straggler in back, guys,” Glenn said.

“T-Dog, I got the one with the hat!” came Daryl’s voice, just before the whistling of one of his arrows sounded.

Beth ushered Carl back to the group, repeatedly looking over her shoulder as you four handled the walkers. It took all of several seconds to finish them off, nothing too exciting or dangerous.

“No way to bury them right now, is there?”

“Sorry, man,” Glenn murmurs to you.

You added one more to the running tally you kept in your head to account for the one you'd put down as you cleaned off your screwdriver. It’s a pity you couldn’t bury their bodies. They were people, once.

Naturally, Rick had dashed over while you four were putting them down. Upon seeing how efficiently it had been handled, he gave a nod and clapped his hand on T-Dog’s shoulder in thanks.

Your eyes meet for a moment. Rick might have been about to thank you too, you don’t know. Things between you have been strained, as much as you love each other.

Glenn made his way back to Maggie, kissed her, and wrapped his arm around her waist.

T-Dog and Rick walked back to the group on either side of you along with Daryl, albeit Daryl kept somewhat further away. Daryl always stood somewhat away from everyone, even from you, even though he was a trusted part of the group. He just didn’t understand that yet. Plus, he did tend to like his space. Everyone has something, right?

By then, Beth was contentedly back next to her father, who had rummaged through his bag to unearth the prize. Having found it, Hershel held out the coveted (and not very full) bag of peach rings with a chuckle, saying “I saw that our youngest man won the race, then?”

“Good job, kiddo,” Rick told him, a relaxed grin on his face.

These moments were good for Rick, they kept him centered. Anger and hurt aside, you didn’t want him to forget that he was a level-headed, good person. Not like your brother had in the end. Heck, you really needed those moments, too, to remember that he was a good man. You were still working on so much anger and hurt after what happened.

And it looked like Rick was holding hands with Lori again! Good. When he catches you grinning at them, he returns it. His eyes turned a little wet when he did. Yours might have, too.

Lori, who had been chatting with Carol, now rubbed her other hand on her son’s arm as he happily accepted the mostly empty bag of gummies.

Carl promptly took one out and held it up to his mom, but Lori smiled and shook her head, kissing him on the head.

Carol joked that she’d take it if Lori didn’t want it, to which Glenn of course jumped in along with T-Dog. And from there, the group started chatting and joking about everything and nothing.

It was nice.

You felt happy. Today was a good day. They’d been hard to come by for you a while, now.

Daryl was still standing next to you, but closer. With a glimmer of a smile, he looked at you and murmured “Wanna see what I picked up at the same place we found them peach rings?”

“Gummy sharks?” you bust out with. He blinked, scoffed, then actually smiled. Encouraged, you kept guessing; it’s really fun acting goofy around him. “Jumbo marshmallows? Wait, is it cheese-curls? Ooh! Is it butter puff corn?”

His stare was blank. “Butter what?”

“Oh honey, I’ll find us a bag and you’ll never be the same.”

He gave you another look and sighed. You cocked your head.

“Well? What were you fixin’ to show me?”

Relenting, he reached into his bag and revealed what it was.

“No way.” He’d nabbed a bag of Tootsie-pops? And full-sized! Marshmallows and gummies were your favorite candy at the moment (such as peach rings, obviously), but lollipops were great! And not to be selfish since it was the apocalypse and all, but you couldn’t really break a lollipop up to share it like you could with other candies.

And what’s important to note is that you don’t even have much of a sweet-tooth; you’d choose french fries (or hush-puppies, to be precise) over ice cream any day, all the way. You’re just so damned hungry all the time now that you would probably get excited over an old can of mixed vegetables never mind something delicious and fun like a Tootsie-pop.

“Oh Daryl, I could kiss you!” you heard yourself saying.

Oh, my. That was different. You actually said it.

Well, Carol would certainly be proud. You’d have to tell her later, she’d get a kick out of it. That is if she didn’t overhear you...

“Hey, shh! What, you want the little punk to see?” Daryl mumbled.

You cracked up, ignored your really warm cheeks, and asked “Which one, Carl or Glenn?”

He snorted, and took two of the lollipops out, keeping the brown one and handing you the pink. “C’mon, let’s stay ahead of the group.”

“I’m gonna sneak one to Beth and Carl, though.” They were the youngest of the group, so in your mind, needed the most protecting (and candy!). You knew that Daryl saw it that way, too.

He hummed in agreement, then smirked a little when he added “Then prolly to everyone else, I’ll bet.”

“Well, yeah,” you replied, a sheepish kind of expression on your face. Today really was a good day.

Daryl squinted a bit at you, but said nothing else. That was okay though. The quiet that settled between you two felt comfortable, easy.

You were already eagerly unwrapping your lollipop, being sure to pocket the wrapper. It didn’t matter that the world had fallen apart, you still weren’t gonna litter if you could avoid it. Daryl followed suit, even though he’d initially voiced back at the quarry that it was “stupid” and “kinda damn pointless.”

That felt like years ago. But it was only...how months ago that everything gone down? Definitely more than half a year ago, that much you knew. You glanced down at Dale’s watch that you wore, but you had forgotten about winding it more than a few times by now. Ah, you’ll need to do the kad-ish thing for him, too.

You’d have to ask Hershel what day it was so you could right the watch. Maybe he could mark today in his little datebook as...‘Candy Day?’

“Whoa, hold up y’all,” you said, pulling out your lollipop. “Did we miss Halloween?” You popped it back into your mouth and spun around to face the group, thinking out loud with the stick hanging out the side of your mouth. “Mr. Greene, might could you tell me what today is? All this candy’s got me thinkin’ of Halloween.”

Hershel made as if to reach into his pocket to check his datebook, but Beth stared at you confused.

“That ain’t a cigarette in your mouth, right?”

Oops.

You hadn’t meant to blow the surprise quite so soon. You looked over at Daryl, who shrugged and grunted. So you curved your mouth at him and pulled out your lollipop to show everyone.

“Daryl might could’ve found some Tootsie-pops?”

Glenn immediately shouted “MVP!” and threw his arms up in a touchdown pose, which T-Dog and Carl copied. Then Glenn, of course, started jogging right over to Daryl and you, while Maggie and Beth shared an amused look and shook their heads at each other. Maggie also caught your eye and gave you a wink.

“Nice find, pookie,” Carol teased, which made Lori and T-Dog crack up and Daryl grumble.

Rick and Hershel just smiled, while Carl modestly nibbled on one single peach ring to make it last as long as possible. His parents and Hershel had been chatting about something quietly together.

And Daryl, obligingly, held out the little bag which held just enough for everyone to enjoy one, except for Carl, who after all had won the peach rings, and Hershel, who joked that at his age he needed to worry more about his teeth. “Since I don’t want to go through the trouble of getting dentures, especially considering that I’m not entirely likely to find a dentist who’s accepting new patients right now.”

When the lollipops were dispersed and the bag rendered empty, you saw from the corner of your eye that Daryl balled it up and raised his arm as if to toss it, but paused. Then, instead of throwing it on the ground, he put it into his pocket just as he had the wrapper.

You turned your head to look at him.

You liked the man that he was becoming. He had always been, you know, helpful and stuff because of his hunting skills, and was always good at protecting everyone. That went without saying.

But he wasn’t always the...most pleasant. Yet now, more and more, he was working on himself. He was becoming respectful, kind, more thoughtful, and gentle. And a hell of a lot less racist, praise the Lord. He and T-Dog and Glenn were friends, even. Especially him and T-Dog.

And the way that he gave his all to find Sophia...Carol had called it, he was a good man.

Maybe one day Daryl would even open up more – whenever it was that he finally accepted that Rick and the rest of the group didn’t want to keep him around solely because he was useful. It was because you all liked him. He's family.

“You gonna say somethin’, or?” his gravelly voice cut in.

Oh, right.

You took your strawberry Tootsie-pop out of your mouth and pointed it at him. “Remember when I shoved that big value sized toothpaste and all the tooth brushes in with the medical and trauma stuff?”

He grumbled, then reminded you “And all the damned floss.”

You raise your eyebrows at him and hold back yet another smile. Then glance at the lollipops. “See? Necessary.”

He just squints back at you.

So in a gentle, sing-songy voice, you tease “Just don’t forget to brush and floss before bedtime, pookie.”

He huffed and adjusted his crossbow on his shoulder, but one corner of his mouth twitched up into a shy grin. “Slowpoke.”

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Yes, I'm a THIRSTY, HORNY and DEHYDRATED bicht. But I am proud of myself. Can I request more NSFW head cannons of our monster boyfriend? But don't make it dark, maybe add some after segg cares if you want? I LOVE YOU.

Don’t make it dark?? Don’t you know what I’m about??? I can’t believe this.

No I’m joking lol well damn, NSFW? Okay well, this is for the Monster Fuckers so kiddies look away. I’m sorry to those who don’t like NsFw. I will tag it as “NSFT” for Not Safe for Timeline but I also hide it under the cut. I’m sorry. I had fun with this...now I’m embarrassed lmao You guys seem to like these so...

The prompt has me thrown a bit, but I’ll just make some stuff up, I hope that’s okay.

NSFW Headcanons - Monster Boyfriend edition: Demon Lords, Vol. 1

Adult content. These are demons. If this disturbs you, then stop reading here. Otherwise, enjoy?

Lucifer

Level 3

He sheds his feathers on his body when he’s nervous. MC makes him nervous when he’s like this. What do they think of him? Is he ugly? Would they call him a monster?

He’s the most submissive in this form. Gentle touches make him shiver and jump. He feels the most vulnerable and actively moves away from MC if they try to be intimate.

But he wants the intimacy. It’s reassuring. He’s still wanted. He actually might cry a bit. He’s sensitive, be nice.

MC will have to do most of the initiating. After the first time MC had had intimacy with him like this, he will be more confident the next times they engage in any sexual activity.

Level 4

All the pride and confidence. None of that level 3 sissy business, he will have you.

He’s very grabby, and maybe grips a little too tight. He likes the power of being stronger than you. He wants you to know it.

He seems to always have his wings as wide as he can make them. It must be some sort of mating dance. He does have that part bird instinct in there somewhere. He wants to show off, maybe intimidate you a bit. Does he like fear?

Might use the feathers on his tail to tickle you to make you squirm while he has you. What fun!

Mammon

Level 3

He is very clingy. He wants to always be touching you. Even if it’s just the tips of his wings or tail, he wants to have the physical touch.

As he goes through this level, his ability to sense any Greed from the MC to be highly erotic. Talking about buying those new clothes you’ve been wanting? Turn on. Saying how you’re gonna share any of them with him? He can’t contain himself.

He loves pets. Brushes against his hair, feathers, scales, will make him coo. Bird noises, gotta love them.

Easy seduction outfit, should you choose to wear one, anything shiny. Gold chains? Perfect. Sheer black clothes but with gold edges and designs? Also perfect. He can’t resist the shiny.

Level 4

Don’t even think about leaving him, until he lets you. You’re part of his treasure now and he will preen and polish you accordingly.

Lazy in this form, expect lots of cuddling with the dragon. He’s quite warm. The texture on his underside is soft like skin even though it looks like lizard scales. Don’t be surprised when you feel surprise boners while laying with him. He may be lazy, but he’s not tired.

Touching the skin texture of his body is a great seduction tactic should you need one. It’s the sensitive side to his body while the rest is covered in feathers and scales.

While he will dress up MC in gold as a mating ritual, should MC do the same to him, it is the greatest indicator that you are accepting his proposal for intimacy.

Leviathan

Level 3

Two dicks. Look we all know it. We all agree. Moving on.

Touching the purple frills on his ears is like touching his junk. It’s a highly erroneous zone for him. But be gently, they are very soft and sensitive.

Do you even lift? Well you might need to because he is going to be wrapped around you the entire time. He’s quite heavy and good luck getting out of that one.

Laying with him in water is the best way to show any intimate intentions. Even if you think it’ll be a relaxing chill in the water, think again.

Level 4

Now if you’re brave and choose to sleep with a giant ass sea monster, you’re in luck because he can manipulate water to allow you to breathe in the water.

He is the largest of all the brothers in terms of monster size. He’s a giant sea dragon. So be careful when dealing with...well, his size.

He likes to flip you around in the water, so staying in one position is not an option. It’s like a dance!

Want to know if he’s into it? Watch the orange fleshy bits on his sides. The more he glows the more you know!

Satan

Level 3

If you’re into having sex after yelling and screaming at each other then congrats! So is he. Angry sex is what he’s about. He’s wrath. I mean, come on.

Belittle him. No really. He’ll want to prove you wrong. Fuels the fire.

Extremely dominant. Don’t even try to top him. Also you just finished? No rest for you, you’re going again.

He’s gonna scratch and mark you. Bring some bandaids.

Level 4

Okay first of all, you really want to sleep with this? He’s terrifying. He is an actual hell spawn. Well okay, be prepared for selfish sex. He’s rough.

Want to know if he’s into it? Watch the flames on his back. Can you pass your hand through it without it burning you? You pass. It’ll grow brighter and larger the closer he is to finishing.

Most likely to choke you.

Will call you names during the act, sorry. The “not nice” kind.

Asmodeus

Level 3

Words are your biggest weapon. Constant love and adoration is all you need when he’s like this. You won’t even need to touch him to work the magic.

As the avatar of lust, he knows the human body of all genders. His genitalia resembles a males’ but it does have a clit on the bottom side of the head of the dick. You can get real creative with that.

Kiss and touch his ears! He loves it. They might flick at your touch, but he’s into it.

Is able to have his scorpion tails in this form if he chooses to, and he likes pushing and pulling you around with them.

Level 4

More of a Dom in this form. He also enjoys a good mess.

Don’t grab onto his tails, he’s not into it. But grabbing onto his mane? Go right ahead with that.

A little bitey. Vampire tendencies.

Most likely to try and sex you on the ceiling. Why? Not sure. But he’s able to do it so just roll with it.

Beelzebub

Level 3

Look at that long ass tongue. He’s gonna use it. Why wouldn’t he use it? You’re gonna want him to use it. The paralysis saliva he can produce is something he can choose to use.

Will jump on you out of nowhere. No literally, where did he come from? It’s 3 Am and everyone else is asleep. But a good smack will get him to stop if it’s unwanted. Bad puppy.

He might share his food with you if he’s offering intimacy. Like with his mouth. Like it might already be chewed a bit.

Chromeo lyrics: ((Don’t turn the lights on! I want to see you in the dark~.)) His eyes are sensitive, okay.

Level 4

You ever had sex with a Minotaur? You ever wanted to?

Will carry you off to a secluded area that he has found for himself. He doesn’t want to be disturbed.

The longer you go with him, the hotter his body feels. Just like when he feeds, he’ll have steam coming off his body.

Most likely to hump your leg.

Belphegor

Level 3

He enjoys you being uncomfortable. Emotionally or physically.

Sleep paralysis demon. Hey, at least you won’t be doing most of the work.

He’ll quietly hum a lullaby to you to see if you’ll accept his intimacy proposal. If you hum back, you accept. Careful, he might hum your favorite song.

His wool is so soft. Why is it so soft? You need to touch all of it.

Level 4

If you’re not banging irl, you will in your dreams.

You ever wanted to have sex in space? He can make the best magic Galaxy projector you’ve ever seen, and without the paid promotion!

His wool smells of soothing herbs and incense. So despite his creepy ass behavior, you find a way to calm your nerves.

You’ll have the best sleep you’ve ever had afterwards.

#obey me #obey me headcanons #monster boyfriend #nsft

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