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agirlwholovesrockstars · 8 months

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☆AGATHA'S MASTERLIST☆

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

summary : Eddie is trying to make amends with you after he acted like an idiot to you but no matter how hard he tries, you wouldn't forgive him for his mistakes

word count : I hope this won't be too long 😭

warnings : 18+ MDNI Eddie Munson x FEM!reader, language, no use of y/n, Eddie and reader are both 20, EVENTUAL SMUT‼️, protected sex (as they should) Jason Carver I know I'm sorry 😖 Eddie being dumb at some points, reader might be too harsh with Eddie here, happy ending? will see 🙃

what to expect : lots of ANGST‼️ in the beginning but fluff in the end, friends to lovers

note to reader : VECNA & UPSIDE DOWN DON'T EXIST HERE! it would be nice to read that Eddie is begging for your forgiveness hehe

author note : I love Queen and this is my ultimate favorite song of all time never get tired of listening to it- if you haven't- MY GOD! SHAME ON YOU! 😤

He struggles not to get mad at you

He struggles not to get frustrated at you

He struggles not to hate on you

What happened?

Did he have done something wrong?

Hell

Hell yes, he did something wrong with you

"I'm so fucking dumb" he mumbles to himself

"What did you say?" Jeff says as he flips the next page of his comic book

The voice of his friend made his snap out of his thoughts while he's looking at you at the other side of the cafeteria

"uh- nothing" he clears his throat, straightens himself up and he averts his eyes away from you

Jeff looks up to his friend with critical eyes as he observes him, slowly putting his comic book down on the table, he turns around and he founds you there

"Ah" he chuckles shaking his head, he finally understands the situation

Eddie catches this and he questions him "Excuse me?"

"Make it up to her, man" Gareth says as he takes a sip from his canned Coke

He swings his head over to his other friend, confusion expression sitting on his face clearly

"Woo her" Dustin added while he's writing on his science notebook

Eddie quickly shuts his eyes as he responds "Was I too obvious for thinking about her too much?"

"Stop moping around and talk to her!" Lucas leans in, his tone is serious making Eddie nodding taking his words carefully

"The more you don't try to fix, the more she'll gets angry at you, been there done that" Mike raising his hands up as he tries to forget the idiot things that he did to Jane

"What the hell- did you to her this time, Munson?"

All of them turn their heads at the other voice, it's standing right there next to Eddie looking at him down with a stern look on his face

The look is not threatening but Eddie can see it that he genuinely cares

Eddie just lifts his head up to see the man standing beside him and he can see the guilty and sadness on his eyes

He sighs "I don't know anymore, dude...." He trails off

"He probably done something asshole to her girl" Jeff fills him up

Eddie looks at him with wide eyes and then turns to a pointed look

"I-I'm sorry, man, it's the truth!" Jeff surrenders

He shook his head as he leans his back against his seat

Eddie's eyes always goes back at you for everytime he tries to rethink and remember those past few weeks before you chose to ignore him

It's been 3 weeks

It almost looks like he doesn't even exist to you

He should've known, a girl like you who got a heart of gold, nicest soul

Could turn into something else that he never expected to happen

You became mean, hateful, rude, impolite to him

The only time he sees you smiling and laughing so sweetly is when you're not close to him

But whenever your eyes falls to him, it changes into anger, it flashes to him so sharply that he can feel your gaze stabbing into him

He knows he deserves it for treating you this way

And my god, both of you have been bestfriends for years and he never thought this day would come

The day he will never ever forget is that you despise him, every bit of him irritates into your core

He can't blame you, you've been together since elementary, he knows how much you give your whole heart to someone you love

And then he just chose to fucking mess things up

"Answer me, Munson"

he puts his food tray on the table, it made Eddie flinch a little, he goes straight back into reality again

"What's going on between you and her?"

Eddie breathes from his nose deeply, he looks down shamefully

"You can still bring her back, you know, it's not too late"

"How can I ever talk to her if she doesn't give me a chance?!" Eddie finally speaks throwing his hands up while stealing a glance at you

You're staring at him coldly

Eddie can't even look at you like that for long giving him that icy glare

The man beside Eddie gave a gesture to Jeff and Gareth to scoot over on the side so he will have a seat next to Eddie

Eddie rubs his face, he's stressing out, his friend can see that

"It's not the right time to give me advices, Harrington"

"Look, dude, I just wanted to help you, if you lose her you're going to regret it, believe me"

Eddie stare at him for a second, he nods along for him to continue

"What did you do that might upset her?" Steve tries to look at his friends eyes

The whole crew looks at him directly, awaiting for his answer

Eddie swallows he knows he's gonna get scolded from his friends and if Wayne knew about this

He's a fucking dead man

"b-before the 3 weeks happened, we h-hang a lot like the usual a-and then I-I think she gives so many hints that s-she liked me and I thought she's j-just expressing her l-love to me as a f-friend and then few days later it feels like she's n-not the same anymore until s-she finally let it all out that she h-has feelings for me"

"and then what happened?" Mike asks

"She told me she w-was fine, she'll be in t-touch with me until I received a letter from her, I'm still confused and I don't know what she meant about it, I reread it like a million times and I think-"

"you think what?" Lucas cuts him off

"She d-doesn't want to be with me a-anymore" Eddie said the last line like he was holding his breath, he breathes out shakily

"Well, that sucked" Gareth saids while Jeff nudges him in the stomach as he gestures to be sympathetic for his friend for a moment

Steve facepalmed for a second as he tries to think of something

"What did you do after she..." Dustin glances at you before he continues "confessed to you?"

"Here's the thing, Henderson" your voice goes behind his back making Eddie tense up at the fury anger coming out from your voice

All of the boys stare at you like they've been caught

"He fucking acted like our friendship together didn't exist and let me guess he told you I was the one who got cold right?"

All of them nod and then they scrunch their faces up making it harder for Eddie

You laugh in disbelief "What y'all boys didn't know right after I confessed at him, he just acted like it was nothing, he just go on day by day like nothing happened, just like that" you shrugged

You lean down close to him, his breath hitches being you this close to him while you're in rage

"He expects me to be like?!? Do the same shit that he did?!? No fucking way" you whisper on his ear and he squeezes his eyes shut

All of the boys are intimidated seeing you like this

They're used to see you being so lovely and fun like Eddie

But now, they get it, why Eddie can't just talk you out of it

"That's why I wrote him a farewell letter to end my misery and his misery because I'm such a good person" you say the last word clutching to your heart sarcastically and smiling

Your forced smile drops, you say one more thing before you leave "Even though he doesn't deserve it" you scoffed at him while you look at him up and down

He pushed his seat back running after you

You ignore him calling out for you until he finally reaches your hand you turn around

You slapped him across his face making the other students gasped and you don't even care if the other students having prying eyes on you and him

"Oh shit!" Dustin exclaimed

The whole gang stand up from their seats, jaws are dropped and shocked as they watch the scene unfolds

There's a bit of regret of what you just did to him but you can't help it, you're just so mad at him for invalidating your feelings and you hate that you got rejected at your most beloved and important person in your whole life

You wished that you didn't confessed at him, if only you knew that this is going to happen

But it already did so.... you'll just hop in onto the fire and burn and live through the chaos of your emotions

"Don't you try to touch me again, we're through" your eyes became glossy but Eddie knew that's how you get angry

You rip his hands off from you as he watches you disappear in the cafeteria

Angry tears coming out from you eyes and he hates that he's the cause of it

He only sees that if you're having problems at your life and now he's the part of it

He hates himself for it, for letting this happen

If only he wasn't so dumb about it, this wouldn't happen

He is making this hard for you, he doesn't even know where to start

He's tearing up, half of his face burning up from the slap that you gave him, it turns to a bright red color from his cheek

All of his friends goes after him, giving him a pat behind his back

Jeff and Gareth both saying in unison "Are you okay?" he just nods weakly and he sniffles

"Now all of you believe me?" He told them referring to the question earlier "just talk to her"

"I believe you, man" Steve sighs and he gives a small smile to his friend

It's been a month ever since you slapped him

Eddie's eyes still longing on for you everytime you brush past by him

He's trying to look into your eyes and tell you that he's sorry

"I think you're too hard on him" Robin says as she offers you a cherry lollipop, you grab it and unwrapped it and you stick it out to your mouth

You watch Eddie with his friends cheering for another successful D&D meeting

Your heart aches at the sight of it, you should've been there if it wasn't for the unfortunate events that happened

Even his friends are in celebration, you can see his eyes and his smile not reaching to his ears, he is not happy because you're not there

"I think you might be right" you remove the lollipop from your mouth

Robin's voice is muffled from the lollipop as she darts her eyes to you and to him "What- wait- how's so?"

"He isn't like the kind of trying to get my attention, he stopped doing that"

Robin smirks "You miss him, don't you?"

You huffed and chuckled "There's no shame in that, and you know it, Robs, yeah I do miss him" you admit unashamedly as you popped the lollipop back in your mouth

She gives you a empathetic smile

"Why don't you try to talk to him? Maybe he is truly sorry for what he has done"

You stare at her, This is the only time you let your walls down, Robin can see that you're also longing for him

You're just wearing this facade of yours so don't that he can't see how you truly hurt

At least that's what you think

Eddie knows it and you know that he can see right through you

You gave your friend a warm smile "I'll think about it"

"I just wanted for the both of you to be happy, I don't want you guys end up giving each other's cold and hatred remarks when they can be together again" she says as she puts her hands on her pockets

You nod at her, you're now thinking deeply about it

Eddie decided to ignore you or maybe if possible, forget about you

He gets even more scared of the letter you gave him that haunts him til' his day

He'll have to learn to forgive and forget

Which is impossible

He goes out looking strong but whenever he saw you, all of his courage to not acknowledging your existence just quickly fades away

He can't sleep either, he just keeps rolling around his bed all night, he can't stop thinking about you, he doesn't even know how he can get rest enough for the next day

His body aches and he stopped trying to get talk to you, he doesn't want to argue with you anymore, he's exhausted, he knows how will end up

Another slap from his face

He groans and goes back to his previous bed position as he throws a pillow on top of his head

He knows what you need, you need space, but he's trying his best to stay away from you he can't remove himself out of you that easy

He got even more mad when he saw you talking to another guy at school

Eddie can't deny his looks, the guy is good looking, maybe he's one of the popular guys at school judging by the way he dresses

His eyes turn to jealousy, his jaw clenches when you giggled about the guy was saying to you

He furrow his brows, he's the only one who can make you laugh like that, his heart drops of what the future might be

He would rather die seeing you holding hands with another man when he must've been the one with you on his side

He'll eat his heart out on how much he loves you

Eddie walked inside of the men's restroom

"It's a good thing you let her go, man"

Eddie raises his head looking for the familiar voice in the room, he rolled his eyes when he finally see him

It's Jason fucking Carver

Until he freezes, he can't recognize him because of the dim lights but his posture and his mannerisms

It's him, he's the guy that he saw with you

He is now simmering with anger, he knows guys like Jason just get girls and leaving them after they got what they wanted like they're pieces of trash

"Just get the hell away from me, dude" he spits out

He laughs darkly "I'm giving you a piece of advice, freak"

He gives him a daggering stare at him, a warning

"Girls like her, are too much of a work, they think a lot, they're unstable and hell, too fucking sensitive"

He shakes his head at his words and scoffs, he goes by the sink and wash his hands

Jason follows suit and he leans his back as he continues to talk

"You should get yourself a girl who doesn't have anything like her, just by one look she knows what you needed"

The faucet keeps running, he pauses, he knows exactly what he mean by that and that alone just pisses him off

Jason flinches at Eddie's action by holding him up by his collar pining him behind the wall

"I don't want any girl, Jason, I only want her, I am not like you breaking every girl's heart in Hawkins High, you're full of shit!" He punches him causing him to open the men's door

Throwing Jason in the process on the floor, making every student halt their tracks as they watch the scene, Jason can't even give a fist to Eddie

Eddie grabbed Jason again by his collar as he give him 2 blowing hard punches on his face, making him bloody enough to not speak to him ever again

"Next time, Carver, I hope this will mark that you won't fucking talk to my girl that way" he pushes him down, Jason weakly nods and he grunts while he slowly crawls away from him

It's like the universe is helping you to get back together, he turned around to see you standing there

It's the only time he is seeing you not giving him any cold shoulder instead he sees shock, pity, and hopeful?

He blinks and stares at you for a bit, he turned his heels and walked away

You tried to follow him, you sigh of what you just witnessed

"Another suspension again, son?" Wayne asks as he pours himself a cup of coffee as he glances at his nephew, washing the remnants of blood from his fists, it appears to be bruised from the punch

"Yeah, I blew Carver's face off" he plainly said

Wayne almost choked from his coffee, he clears his throat

"Pardon?"

He turn around to face him "I punched him after he talked shit to my girl"

He says it all at once, he realized of what he has done, he slowly looks up from his uncle who is now staring at him with a smug on his face

"Your girl huh?" He places his newspaper down on the coffee table

He sighs in exasperation "Who am I kidding? Why am I jealous, she's not even mine"

Wayne's smug smile falls as he stands up goes over to his nephew, joining him on the couch

"Tell me, what happened, son?"

Wayne already knew to what he has done with you, of course he's upset about it, Wayne likes you so much that he treats you normally like you're a part of his family

You can also feel it whenever you spend your time at their trailer, Even Wayne doesn't say it he's not much of a big talker but it just feels natural, it's home and that added more to your pain

"She saw everything that I made a scene, I turned around and saw her there standing, I thought I'm going to receive the same glares but-" he pauses as he shifts from his seat

He looked at the framed photograph of you and him on the top shelf, both arms hanging around on each other's shoulders, his heart beats fast when he looked at your beautiful smile, he misses seeing that smile of yours

"But?" Wayne says as he puts his hand over his knee

"She doesn't do it anymore, what does it mean? Does that mean she's not a-angry at me anymore?"

Wayne is proud of himself, he taught him well, a true gentleman like he is

Except for the idiot part, that's on him

"I think she's giving you a second chance"

Eddie looked at him, he grows nervous about it

"And by that chance, boy, don't ever waste it" he points at him giving him a pointed look

Eddie nods at his uncle as he throws his head on the sofa

This is it, you're giving him a chance, he is still certain that he wants you, he will do anything to make things go back to normal

The question is.... Do you still want him? or you just wanted reconciliation from him?

Tuesday, The Hideout, Eddie is there

Forest Park Hills, you arrived at 7pm

There's so many memories that you and Eddie created in his home, just by looking at it, makes you wanna sob about it

You knocked on the door and saw Wayne standing in there

His eyes shines in delight, the moment he sees you, he has the same grin that you always loved with Eddie

He hugs you that you gladly accept

"Oh! It's you! how wonderful to see you again"

"I'm very happy to see you too, Wayne"

He pulls back and invites you inside "Come on in"

"Where's-"

"He'll be back-"

"After 11pm, yeah I know" you chuckled slightly

He goes straight into the kitchen and offers you a cup of coffee that you always liked and thank goodness he has a box of butter croissant and that he bought after his salary, a treat for him and his nephew

"Thank you" you say softly

"Why'd you come here? Not that I don't mind you coming in here everytime you want"

You're chewing on the flaky pastry "I-I felt bad for him for what I did to him"

He nods as he listens to you carefully

"He deserves to know the all of the answers that he's been dying to know"

You reach out for your mug shakily, you drink it

You can't hold back the tears anymore, you put down your mug before you can break it

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

"Don't apologize, it's okay" Wayne didn't waste time to hold your hand

You calm down for a bit as you exhale slowly

"I think he learned his lesson"

"W-What do you mean?"

"One time, he told me, he had an idea, he will be on his knees, begging for you, for mercy and ask for forgiveness"

You bursted out laughing as he laughs as well with you

"I embarrassed him, enough, Wayne, I slapped him in the cafeteria, last month"

"You- did what?" His hold on you drops as he places over his hips

You winced at of what you just did "Oh shoot, he's been through, already, Wayne, don't tell me you're going to reprimand him about it, I thought you knew"

He chuckles "He will be, if he loses this last chance"

You smile at him shyly, Wayne knew that you and Eddie had a thing for each other, both of you are just afraid, until one of you finally speaks up and turns into heartache

"I always knew, even my boy doesn't go fully into details but I know what's going on"

"Thanks, Wayne"

He never fails to make you laugh, you always feel safe whenever you're with the Munson's, he radiates the same energy like his uncle

"No, Thank you for making my dear boy happy, I don't trust that school aside from you and his friends, he got a lot of hard times on his life and I thought I would never see him this way, the moment you existed, I just know he'll be okay"

You gave him a heartwarming smile, you sniffled

For what Wayne just said, you know everything will work out just fine

While putting away the music equipments

Jeff looking at his friend, he doesn't want to meddle with his plans but he cares for his friend he just wanted to know

"Do you think you can still have her?" He asks

Eddie has this weird gut that's been going on all night, he doesn't know if it's bad or not

"I think so"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, man" he smiles genuinely and just like that his friend knew he'll be alright

"Good for you, man, I'm happy for you" he holds him by the shoulders

"Just don't do anything stupid to her this time" Gareth walks past by them while holding a big speaker

Jeff calls him out for being too hard on the words that he's giving to Eddie, he just laughs as he says "Got that!" he loves that for Gareth for being real and just speaking the truth

He is thankful for having friends like them

Eddie came home, he is in a state of shock to see you in there, laying on the couch, asleep, with his blanket

"I'm off to work, son" Wayne says as he swings his bag over to his shoulder

Before he exits, he says "You want her?"

"Yes"

"You want her back in your life?"

"Yes!"

"Then fight for her, boy" he says, he gives him an encouraging smile, he leaves while closing the door on his way

Eddie puts his beloved guitar down and places it on the side of the room to where it's safe

He crouch down to look at your face, even you're sleeping, you're so mesmerizing to look at, he missed looking at your pretty face

He watches as your chest rise and up and down, his eyes widens when he recognized the shirt that you're wearing

It's a gift that he gave to you last Christmas, his favorite Metallica bandshirt, you're wearing black leggings and a black cardigan

He can't help himself that he reaches out to touch your face and he caresses it

You stir up and your eyes flutter open and it lands on your sweet lover

"Hey"

"Hi" you rise up and sit down as you scoot over to offer him a seat

He goes under the blankets as well

You yawn and Eddie thinks it's the most cutest thing he ever seen

You rub your eyes as you looked around "Wayne?"

"Uh- he left just recently"

"Oh"

You both sat together in comfortable silence

"I'm sorry" you both turned your heads around at the same time, both saying the same thing in unison

Causing the both of you to laugh, he wheezes

After trying to calm down from your laughter

"I miss you, Eddie"

"I missed you too, sweetheart, so much"

You don't want to spoil the moment but you had to "I don't like that you keep leading me on, building up my feelings and just leave me there hanging, after I confessed my true feelings with you and you acted like it was a joke, it hurt me a lot"

"I know and I am so sorry like truly, I am, if only I go back I would've done better but I didn't"

He moves even closer to you and he can't believe that you let him hold your hand

"I regret it everyday, I hate that I was the cause of your pain, I can't sleep at night thinking about you"

You looked into his eyes, holy shit, he is telling you the truth

"I love you" There's no ounce of dishonest, zero hesitation on his voice

You gasp "That's all I ever wanted to hear"

He closed the gap between the two of you, he slammed his lips onto yours

You kissed him back, both heavily breathing, he smiles into the kiss as he swipes his tongue onto you, you sigh in content as you throw your arms around him, holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss, you moaned

Until your back is laying flat down on the couch as you both continue to make out

It's the kiss that you always wanted and it's everything

He pulled back "Am I forgiven?" He knits his eyebrows together

"You sure are" you smiled back at him as you pull him by the collar, you kiss him passionately

Eddie might cry, the gut that he was feeling earlier was a good sign

You sat on his lap, he puts his arms around your waist, breathing your scent like it adds to his lifespan, you frown at the bruise from his knuckles

He seethed when you rub your thumb over it "I'm sorry" you whispered

"You really meant it, don't you?"

"Was me drawing blood, isn't enough for you?"

You snorted, you move your body to face him, you're now straddling him

"There's one more thing, though"

"Yes, anything for you, darling" he says as he drew circles on your forearm

"You need to prove it to me" you start grinding on him slowly, he hums, as he looks at you from up and down, he took the hint clearly

You yelped when he carries you putting you down on his bed

"Please, go easy on me, I'm fragile" you say coyly

He chortled "Look, honey, I don't want to rush-"

"Are you gonna do it or spend your rest of your life that I am not yours?" You say bitterly rolling your eyes in the process

"Fuck- ah shit! Of course, I don't want that!"

"Then fucking just do it!"

He pulls you down causing you to squeal from his action making him laugh devilishly

It makes your thighs clench, he saw it and he looks up to you "Didn't know I had a effect on you like that"

You're about to slap him again until he grabs it and puts it down

"I don't think so sweetheart, not this time"

It's the first time you got alarmed from his action, it turns you on

He leans down to whisper behind your ear "I'm the boss here"

He removes your leggings with your underwear at the same time, he removes his shirt and his pants

His eyes grow lustfully as he sees your cunt, so wet for him and only just for him

He puts his hands over your knees, to open wide for him, you shiver under his touch

You reach down at the hem of your shirt, he stops you

"Let me do it, sweet thing" he winks at you

His hand goes behind your back to unclip your bra and remove it

"Oh my gosh" he places his hand over his mouth as he looks at you, admiring your naked body

You became bashful on his gaze, you tried to cover yourself

"I'm so lucky, goddamn!" He exaggerates the last line making you giggle

As he reaches on the drawer, he pulls his boxers down, you saw the length, it's big

Your mouth became dry

"Are you still up for this, sweetheart?"

You nod at him

"I only accept verbal answers, baby"

"Yes, Eddie, I'm ready"

"I'm gonna to take care of you, just tell me if it hurts, I'll stop"

"Okay"

He distracts you from kissing you, your forehead crumples up

"Too much?"

"I can take it, hold on"

"Just relax, angel"

The moment he fills you up, you're so fuck drunk in the feeling, you can't even register that he's inside of you

He holds your hip and raises one leg as he thrusts into you slowly

You whimpered and he is so fuck drunk like as you do, your pussy squelches in the most sinful things sound ever

"Stop clenching, I won't last long" he grunts

Your eyes are heavy-lidded, you run down your hands on his chest as you copy his thrusts making him groan

"Faster, Eddie, please move"

"I got you"

He places both of your legs around his waist, he holds both of your hands as he fucks you speedily

You wrap your legs around him tightly bringing him deeper, making you moan even harder

He flushes down on you, he nuzzles over your shoulder, you wrap your arms around him, you both moan at the sweet sensation

"Wait- Eddie- d-don't stop!" Your moans turn into high pitched screams

You used your last energy to bring him around so you're place on top of him, he gasps as his face contorts into pleasure

"I-I love you so much, E-Eddie" you moan as you grind him

Eddie watches as your pussy devours his cock gliding down smoothly like it was made just for him making him buckle his hips

You arch your back and your head falls down on the side, as you continue to ride him, cheeks are flushed, your eyes are closed can't hold them longer enough, you're so lost in the feeling

Eddie sits up as he holds you close, both burning bodies with so much ecstacy feeling both of your minds, both panting, a bit sweaty for getting all worked up

You kept saying his name "Oh- Eddie- Eddie- Eddie- ah"

"I- l-love you more, sweetheart, y-you're the best thing that is ever happened t-to me, holy shit, baby" he cusses on how good you feel

Making you clench and he groans, you smile to him lazily

He pulled you even more close causing your moans into scream, you grind him so fast, he holds your hips placing your legs around him, he squeezes your breasts, he plays with your clit, making you moan even louder

You start bouncing on top of him as you remove the pieces of his hair on his face

"My p-pretty boy" you say, biting down the another wave arousal coming in

"M-my pretty g-girl" he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, he says as he holds you tight your legs are trembling, you shout his name as you both came undone

You kissed his cheek as you bring your arms around him, he is still holding you, he kisses your shoulder

"That was awesome"

There he is, the boy that you always loved, he is always unserious

You laughed, your laughing body shakes as you hide your face on his neck, you pulled back

Admiring his tattoos, he smiles down at you

Once you calmed down, he peels himself out of you, you winced at it a little, everytime he tries to pulls out slowly and carefully he says sorry, he takes care of you

He cleaned you up and helped you get dressed

He opens his cabinet, he grab a clean boxers and a pair of DIO bandshirt

He settle for his blue striped pajama pants, he stays shirtless

He says he'll be at the kitchen getting a glass of water, he offers you and you said yes

He has that silly smile again, you missed seeing that

None of that matters anymore, the important is that at the end, you're still together

You noticed a familiar polaroid picture on his bedside table, you reach for it and it reveals

It's you and him together celebrating your 20th birthday, you recognized his handwrite on the bottom, it says

"My best girl, ♡"

Your eyes are now brimmed with threatening tears to spill for any moment

"Here you go-" he stops as he sees what you're holding

"You kept it?" Your tears fall into tears of joy

He shows you a warm smile, he hand out the glass of water and you drank it, he kisses your forehead as he places the glass on the beside table

"I always kept everything that remind me of you"

Your heart flutters to what he just said, you hug him tighter making him shocked but he recovers as he realizes your muffled cries on his chest, he felt the tears that goes down

He pulled back to look at you "W-What's wrong?"

"I don't wanna lose you, Eddie, I want you forever in my life, I'm so sorry for acting like that"

"Hey, you have the every right to act that way, you have to right to be angry with me because what I did is absolutely unforgivable"

You hiccuped and he shushes you as he pulls your closer

"You didn't lose me, sweetheart"

You raise your head up to look at him, your ears are open for what he has to answer

"You save me again, I didn't stop loving you and I don't think that I never will"

His swipes the tears using his thumb, you hold him from his wrists as you say "I also don't think I could never love on another person again unless it's you"

It's his turn to cry in front of you "That is the most extraordinary thing that I ever heard"

You smiled at him as you kiss him

Eddie woke up with you laying on his shoulder, on his bed and the brightness outside, making him eyes shut again

Your arms are laying on top of his stomach afraid that he might disappear from you

The scent of the air is your sweet bergamot lavender perfume, your shampoo now lingers on his bedroom sheets, he smiles down at you kissing you on the top of your head

Eddie overheard the front door opens, he heard him removing heavy boots as he anticipates for his uncle to peek on the slightly opened door

Wayne looks over he sees his nephew already staring at him as his eyes falls on you asleep, he slowly opens the door wide making the door creak

Wayne manages to give his nephew a thumbs up causing Eddie to bite back a giggle, he freezes when you start waking up

"Goodmorning, sunshine"

"Morning, Eddie my love"

"I would never get tired hearing you say things like that"

He leans in to give you a kiss but you pulled back, he got confused "What?"

"I just got woke up and I have bad morning breath" your voice is hoarse from the sleep

He tuts "I don't care" he ignores your protest as he kisses you and you melt with it

"Hey kids, do you want me to join for breakfast? My treat?"

Wayne calls out to the both of you and you jumped at his voice, making Eddie laugh while holding on his chest

"Sure, Wayne, we'll be right there!"

You didn't remove the clothes that you wore last night, instead you eye his red checkered flannel that you always loved, you wear it fond smile coming from your lips

He wore his muscle tee black shirt and wore his another pair of sweatpants

"What do you say, sweetheart? Pancakes or Waffles?"

You laugh at the memory, you feel all bubbly inside, you washed your face and dried it with a clean towel

You brush your hair as you put on a cherry lipbalm

You walked towards him "You always end up getting the same thing" as you watch him putting a silver chain on his neck as he sprays his musk cologne on him, the scent that you always liked

"You always loved Pancakes" you placed your arms above his shoulder

"You always loved Waffles" he tilt his head onto the side as he leans down to kiss you again

"I'd say it's a date" he flashes you a cheeky smile

"It's perfect" he opens the door for you as he hugs you from behind

You, Eddie and Wayne ate happily at Benny's

Eddie always gives you a generous piece of his favorite waffle even you don't ask him to do it

The morning feels vibey and a new beginning, you take in the fresh of nice air

You rest your head on his shoulder as he does the same

You're both finally at peace and happiness once again and this time, you both know, nothing will ever comes between the two of you

🎶Ooh, I need your loving, oooh I need your loving, Ooh I need your loving tonight🎶

here's a lil' sequel of this cuties together again <3 "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy"

#Spotify #eddie munson angst #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fluff #queen #queen band #queen fan #agirlwholovesrockstarsfics

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s0ft-d3cay · 23 days

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I'll Lend You My Heart While It's on My Sleeve

Mike Schmidt x Male Reader | Hope you all enjoy!! The voted one shot will be the next post I make, just fyi.

WARNINGS: Aunt Jane, arguments, reader comforts Mike, reader is very snappy with Jane, Aunt Jane gets read like a book, reader and mike hold hand the entire time, reader is VERY protective of Mike, Reader has scary dog privileges, Reader is encouraging to Mike the entire time, A serious conversation between Mike and Aunt Jane, reader and Mike hug at the end(<3), use of Y/N, not beta read

WC: 1,866

It was clear, Aunt Jane was not expecting Y/N to defend Mike. Glaring daggers at the man in pure disgust, practically shaking in anger. The man had been pointing out things she could've done while Mike and Abby. "That doesn’t give him the right to disrespect me...he should be respecting me regardless because I’m still his aunt!" The woman demanded. Not used to being on the receiving end of her wrath, the woman was desperate to fight the man back.

Her words were harsh and degrading, not at all hold back her insults and negative comments towards her nephew. A hint of anger could be seen through Y/N's calm attitude, but no one except Mike would know that. Only imagining how much it would take for the man beside him to crack, he’s quite impressed with the amount of patience held. Feeling the anger boiling beneath his skin more and more as his aunt continues. In Mikes mind, she's getting herself in a grave with Y/N and that thought alone had him hiding a smug smile. Y/N was a stubborn man to his core and he'd go tooth n' nail to prove someone wrong.

"Mike and Abby don’t have to do anything regarding you, Jane. You’ve given them nothing but trouble, even now you still demand respect like a toddler. Respect is earned, not given out like free samples. Maybe if you didn’t waste your time on fake pearls and ugly clothes you’d actually find out what shutting up and listening will do for you. I mean…you’re already half-way there with the amount of times you’ve helped them out." Y/N snaps, effectively using his final blow of the ridicules argument.

His sharp eyes turning to Mike and his conjoined hands, sitting back in his seat with a proud huff. He soon sends Abby's teacher an apologetic smile for his outburst. Jane let out a snare of annoyance as her eyes set on Y/N. Seething everyone else continues along with the meeting, leaving the woman absolutely fuming.

"We’ll meet you in the parking lot, Mike’s got a few things he wants to tell you." The woman's eyes narrow upon hearing what he said, once Abby’s teacher had concluded the meeting. Her jaw was still clenched tightly, not prepared to deal with her nephew’s ‘friend' had a pair of balls when speaking to her. Her eyes were staring him down, a hateful glare was on her face as she responded to him. "Is that right? Well, I don't see how me and him have anything else to talk about.” Y/N’s eyes sharpened as he replied. "I didn’t say anything about you talking, we’ll be waiting outside." He remarked bluntly, turning to walk out the room with Mike a few steps ahead. Leaving the woman no time to rebuttal him.

Y/N's blunt remark definitely made Mike's smile grow wider, now in the parking lot along side the other man. "You doing alright so far?" He asked, his voice softer with Mike. A totally opposite to how he spoke to aunt Jane not even minutes earlier, the man’s heart skipped a beat at that small change. "Yeah, I’m alright…" Mike replies leaning against his car, his own gaze wavering on Y/N. A tinge of thankfulness courses its way through him, with Y/N Mike would’ve kept his mouth and stayed quiet. But now…now he had support, someone willing to stand up for him. And that alone made a huge difference.

The two men leaning against the side of Mike’s car, a silence of unknown and understanding swirling around them as time passed. A breeze wafting pass the two, gently reminding Y/N of an idea. He smiles, looking over to Mike. "Hey just remember, after this we have nothing but cuddles and movies for us at home when we're done." Y/N brings up with a coy grin. The mention of cuddles and movies brought light to Mike's mood, a light chuckle escapes him.

Mike brought both his hands to clasp over Y/N’s, their fingers sliding perfectly to clasped their palms together. "And the best kind of cuddles and movies to boot..." Bringing their intertwined hands up over his heart, lightly squeezing them. Feeling less anxious, even with the ever growing impatient footsteps approaching them. He couldn’t be bothered with Jane’s incessant need to be the center of attention. Mike had more important matters at the moment.

The calm silence is broken by her when she speaks up. "Let's get this over with." She declares to Mike in an insulting tone, speaking to him as if he was still a child. With her arms crossed and expression covered in boredom. Jane wanted nothing to do with the upcoming conversation. And that had triggered Y/N’s instincts, a flare of irritation spun into white hot resentment.

"Listen Jamie, if you’re not ready to have an adult conversation then you can fuck off." Y/N cuts in taking an intimidating step in front of Mike, standing tall to the woman with a grimace. Catching her off guard, once again not expect him to be the one to speak and take charge. Glaring back towards at Mike before returning her eyes to Y/N, as though she's trying to find an angle with the stubborn man. "And you? Do you feel like you're grown enough to talk to me like that? You think you're better than me somehow now because you're friends?”

"I know I’m better than you will ever be..." He states with a smug expression, watching as she essentially gets more and more annoyed with him. "But that’s not why you’re here, you’re here to listen and not talk. Am I clear?" He questions, voice full of authority and conviction. She wanted to retaliate, instead she found it wise to just obey this time around. Still spoke back in a condescending manner. "Crystal." She answers, her face still full of pure annoyance. Y/N takes a steps back against the car, turning to Mike with a kind smile. Giving him the floor as he playfully bumped his shoulder.

Mike clears his throat as he takes a step forward, preparing himself for things to go south. "I've done everything for Abby...and I will continue to do everything I possibly can to give her the life she deserves. And...I don't expect appreciation and help from you, nor do I need it. All I want is for you to stay out of our way and accept the fact that YOU are doing nothing to help her." His words hit a sore spot, her glare turned even more intense as she continued to stare right at him. Her expression morphed to alarm, taking back at the accusation. But he held his ground and spoke clearly and calmly, despite his trembling closed fists.

He said what needed to be said, now she needs to accept her place in this situation. He was the one that stood by Abby through it all. He’s the one that stuck it out and he deserves more credit than she could ever give him. But Mike knows, she's not the type to acknowledge his efforts. No matter how badly he wanted to hear it, it would never be a reality…at least not for him.

Y/N watches in awe as Mike spoke, though voice shaky and hands trembling he pushed through it. The man couldn’t be more proud, knowing the weight of confronting an abuser was a heavy one. His eyes flickered between him and Jane, sharpening every time they landed on her.

Mike's voice remained firm as he spoke with a sense of finality. "I will never let you back into Abby's life in any way, shape, or form. We don’t want someone like you around us and...I never want to see you again." Done dealing with her, done listening to her just sat around and pretended like Mike hasn't done something useful. He’s done..

Jane stays silent, not knowing how to respond since being put in her place like this, speaking after a few moments. "Fine, I'll leave you three be." She responds stiffly, her glare still intense and a hint of anger in her voice. She couldn't admit that her nephew was right. Couldn't admit that she's at fault...couldn't admit that she's in the wrong.

Releasing a long sigh of exasperation before she decided to speak again. "But understand this, if I hear ANYTHING happening in that house of yours...I will be calling the authorities." Her tone condescending and desperate, throwing in one last warning. Having-no needing to make sure she had the upper hand in this situation somehow.

At the note of the conversation ending, Y/N takes a step to stand beside Mike with a toothy dangerous smile, his own suspicion of her attempts on one upping the two men. "We’re sure you will…don’t do it to often or we’ll arrange a restraining order on you." The man states back bluntly with a smug expression, smiling with his teeth in a grimace towards Jane. Y/N's presence by Mike’s side definitely made the woman uneasy. The man definitely knew how to gain the upper hand with her. “Huh, you don’t even have the resources to even get a restraining order!" She scoffed mirroring Y/N's smugness, planning to challenge the man.

"Mike might not, but I do." He replies with the same amount of bluntness in his tone. Not taking her smugness lightly as he pushed on. "I think this conversation as reached its end, stop calling the house every week and stop pestering. We’re all adults here, so why don’t you start acting like one." Y/N dangerously offered to Jane, setting his expression to a blank one as he spoke his last statement.

Jane's smugness fades from her face, realizing she was not coming out on top of this conversation. Her grip on her purse tightened as she looked away, trying to hide the fact that she was a bit scared by him. “Whatever!” She quickly muttered, walking away from the two, back to her car.

Y/N waits until the woman dips in her car, speeding off. He gently grasped Mike's hand once again, allowing the silence and his spoken words to settle. Mike smiles at him after he took his hand again, his hands stopped trembling as his heart rate began to slow down. The entire encounter was nerve racking, but knowing that it was something that he needed to do in order for Abby made it feel worth it. Sighing out of relief once she had left, thankful that it was all over.

Mike moved closer to the other man and rested his head on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around Y/N, anxiety washing away through each exhale. His grip reconnecting to the man's hand, tightening slightly. The two now flushed to one another, feeling their combined heartbeats against each others chest. Mike took solace in Y/N, a victorious chuckle released from Mike. "Can we stay like this awhile longer? I…I just wanna hold you...” He whispered agains the Y/N's shoulder.

"I don’t mind it…" The other man responded sweetly. Wanting to give Mike as much comfort as he could, after the fact. "We can stay like this as long as you’d like…"

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights of any of the characters I write about, all the rights go to their respective creators

#male reader #fnaf x male reader #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt #Seraphimsbrainwritings

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pastafossa · 10 months

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Preview of Angsty In-Progress TRT What If fic

Right so there won't be a chapter cause I'm still in Covid Brain Fog Town, Population: Me which is affecting my writing (I've gotten a bit written but it's slow going). But I have found time to edit that sad thing I'd been working on BEFORE getting sick and I'm planning to release that because I think it works as a really good illustration of just what the stakes are in TRT if they get this wrong. AKA: a what-if, in which all their preparations fail and Jane is taken (spawned by an ask in my box that's been chewing at my brain for months now).

This will be a really dark and angsty side-fic, and the ending won't be happy per se, although I'm planning to give a little hope at the end since I'm not a COMPLETE monster, but I don't expect everyone to read it regardless and am designing it so there's no need to if you'd prefer to stick to TRT canon. BUT if you DO want to read something like this, here's a preview of the first section.

Warnings for: angst (obviously), blood, reference to shock collars.

Preview wordcount: around 1k

Putting this behind a cut.

Sad Matt gif cause this part's from his POV and it will not be fun.

There should have been a fight.

That had always been the plan, an unspoken agreement the moment you’d decided to stay. You’d all known the Man in the White Coat, Cyrus James, would come to town eventually. It was an inevitability, a reality, and it was one you’d prepared for. Slowly, you’d gathered in your allies, armor composed of S.H.I.E.L.D., of the Ferryman, of the Punisher and the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and even Spider-Man, had you asked. There’d been plans and backup plans, alarm systems and fail safes. And just in case that still wasn’t enough, you and Matt had taken to practicing, over and over and over again, all the ways you could signal him should your hunter slip through the cracks.

It was foolproof.

It should have been foolproof. That was what you’d all believed.

You were all wrong. So terribly, terribly wrong.

This isn’t how it was supposed to happen.

There was no battle.

It’s my fault.

No war along the familiar streets that had become your home.

I should have sensed him.

There’d been no signal given. No warning, no alarm that rang out, not when you were walking home after a late case.

Caught alone in the dark.

Where are you, sweetheart? Please, just give me something, anything—

You didn’t even have time to scream, they said.

Not physically, anyway.

He’d felt your fear before on occasion, when you reached for him psychically. Then, your presence felt like the frantic bite of your nails in his skin, tasted like the sharp tang of cold sweat and burning adrenaline, sounded like the stuttered racing of your heart, a drumbeat in his ears that never failed to set his own heart racing as he cast his senses out, hunting for threat-threat-threat and for those that dared to harm you. He’d felt your fear when you woke in the quiet dark of the apartment, and when you’d been trapped beneath the warehouse in a cruel, dusty cell. He’d felt it, too, that night Frank had chased after you.

He thought he’d known the flavor of your fear.

But those moments were nothing compared to the moment your deepest, darkest fear became… real.

The deafening psychic scream that tore through the thread with all the force of a hurricane was like nothing he’d felt before, or ever would again. That storm was all-consuming, the world around him gone in a heartbeat as the sudden wave brought him to his knees, his mouth shocked open on a silent shout. He could barely breathe through that terrified tide, one cold as bitter ice, your panicked heartbeat less a drumbeat than a constant roar in his ears as your panic rolled through him. This was the tremor of muscle and blind, animalistic instinct, the last, desperate sprint of a doomed hare just before the hawk’s talons cinched shut against the back of its neck.

This wasn’t fear. That was too small a word.

It was sheer, absolute terror.

And in that terror, you managed only a single word.

“Matt, h—”

You never got a chance to finish. Instead, he was struck by a blinding surge of electricity, white-hot coils of lightning snaking around his throat before locking tight. That shock raced outwards from there, traveling along lines of hidden nerves and thick muscle until his whole body locked up in agony. It was impossible to writhe, to thrash, to fight. All he could do was scream, mindless and furious, your terror matched only by his surge of rage, rage that covered his own wave of terror. Because he knew. He knew, distantly, what this was, and what this meant.

The collar.

Just as quickly as it came, the connection was gone, leaving him with nothing but the steady drip of blood from his nose and a ringing in his ears.

He wanted to retch, his stomach roiling, but there was no time.

It can’t end like this.

The directional signal he’d gotten from you was worthless. Even when he found where you’d been snatched off the street, they’d left him nothing but droplets of your blood and a fading snatch of cigarette smoke, a poor cover for the faint chemical scent lingering in the alley. Tranquilizers, he’d learn later, meant to knock you out, make you tame enough to be bound, collared, and forced into the back of a van. From there, your scent vanished into the night.

Caught. Collared.

Taken.

There was supposed to be more time.

More time for him in your arms and you in his.

More quiet touches in the early morning, and laughter in the kitchen, at Fogwell’s, on warm rooftops and cold ones, too.

Time for him to slip a ring on your finger, and for his name to twine with yours, joyful tears in both your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours on the day you finally became his wife, the keeper of his soul, and he the keeper of yours, for all the rest of your days.

Why hadn’t he asked you?

He should have asked you.

Our rocking chairs should be red, you’d said sleepily last night, when we’re old.

He should have been faster.

Stronger.

Smarter.

“All this, all this that we have here, that you love, is at risk. It always is when I stop. He takes this from me every time, Matt."

He should have protected you.

He’d promised you he’d keep you safe.

“No one will take you. I won’t let them, no matter what I have to do to stop them. What happened before—you didn’t have me. I’ll hear him coming from a mile away. We’ll be prepared for him."

“Ciro promised me the same thing. And he was wrong.”

He’d… promised.

“I promise. I’ll find them before they even get close.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, D.”

And he’d failed.

The Devil’s roar of anguish, of grief, and of absolute agony shook the very bones of the city.

By that point, you were too far away to hear it.

It would be seven months before he found you again.

#the red thread #the red thread What If #(so NOT canon)#(just an exploration of what would happen should they fail to keep her safe)#daredevil #matt murdock #fic #fanfic #fic preview #tw: blood #tw: angst #this is pretty much the least dark part of the fic so if you're going to take the full ride use this as a chance to buckle up #this will not be light or humorous or fluffy #99% hurt and very little comfort #we're gonna run face-first into *why* Jane is so terrified of this man #and explore what the failure might look like #because I think sometimes exploring what will happen if it all goes wrong is interesting

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inlovewithalotoffandoms · 10 months

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Crazy Love

Gil Rizzo x Reader

Fandom: Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies

Summary: You have been hiding a secret from your boyfriend Gil. When he finds out what it is, he's "pissed" that you didn't tell him.

A/N: I mention 'Big Momma's' (From the Disney movie 'Teen Beach') later in the fic, just think of this as an alternate universe or that the movie has already been made (Wet Side story, the movie within the 'Teen Beach' movie). Yeah, anyway, hope you enjoy the fic.

"Okay, what is it? What's wrong?" Gil asked as he leaned against your Locker. You rolled your eyes at him. "I'm fine, okay?!" You snapped. Gil's eyes widened as you snapped at him. "Baby, chill. It was just a question." You sighed. "Gil, I'm fine." "Y/N, come on. You know you can talk to me." Gil was trying everything to get you to talk. "Yo, Y/N you gotta see what David and I found." Your best friend Daniel said as he walked up to you. "Not now, Daniel. I'm busy." You answered back. Daniel just nodded in response and walked away. "Gil, can we just drop this? Please?" Gil stood there and sighed. "Y/N, come on. Talk to me. What's going on?" "Nothing, it's fine. We're fine. I'm fine. Everything's fine!" You stated as you walked away from him and left him there speechless.

As soon as the School Day ended, you went straight to Daniel. You leaned against his car and said, "So, what did you want to tell me before?" Daniel went to the bag in his car and started frantically looking for something, "This." He said as he showed you what it was. Your eyes widened in surprise. "No way!? At the-? With the-?" Daniel nodded his head as he said, "Yes." To all your statements. You squeal in excitement and joy as you hug your best friend. "And you have to tell Gil," Daniel added. You then gave him a look. "No, no, no, no, no, no! Gil, can not know that I can sing. Okay, Okay, Okay?!" You stated in a frantic tone, "Y/N, the more you don't tell him, the more pissed he'll be when he finds out," Daniel replied. "Fine, I'll tell him." You gave in and sighed. "Good, because if you don't, I will," Daniel said sternly.

Later, you were at Gil's place, helping him with homework. The two of you were in silence when you decided to say something. "Gil, I have to tell you something. You promise you won't laugh?" Gil looked up from his textbook, "Yeah, what's on your mind, babe?" "You know how every time you've asked what's going on and I've been snapping at you?" You sighed. "Yeah, what about it?" Gil asked as he cuddled up next to you on his bed. "I-I didn't know how to tell you, but, uhh, I can sing." You confessed as you looked down in embarrassment. "Y/N, why didn't you tell me?!" Gil exclaimed. It was meant to sound happy, but it came off as angry. "I'm sorry, Gil. I know you're upset, and I should've told you. I just... I didn't know how!" You said, tears welling up in your eyes. Gil took your chin gently in his hand and started wiping away the tears from your cheeks. Gil then sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you even closer to him. "It's okay," he said softly. "It's okay, I'm not mad. I'm just really happy that you finally told me." He kissed your forehead.

Finally, the week was over and you started getting ready for the performance you were doing at 'Big Momma's'. Daniel was already there because he was the drummer for the band that plays there. So, Gil, Richie, Potato, Shy-Guy, Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia were picking you up and taking you there.

You checked your outfit in the mirror one last time. You wore a black leather jacket, a red plaid shirt, skinny jeans and boots. You wanted to look cool and edgy, but not too flashy. You grabbed your purse and headed downstairs, where your friends were waiting for you in Gil's car.

"Hey, you look awesome!" Jane complimented you as you got in.

"Thanks, so do you!" You smiled back at her. Jane was wearing a floral dress and a denim jacket, her brunette hair in a ponytail. She was your best friend since you and the rest of the girls became 'The Pink Ladies'. They always supported you in everything.

"Are you ready to rock the house?" Gil asked you from the driver's seat.

"I hope so!" You said nervously.

"Don't worry, you'll do great!" Richie said from the passenger seat. He was Olivia's brother. He was wearing a band t-shirt and his 'T-Bird' leather jacket. Gil then made Richie move to the back of the car so you could get in the front with him. Which happened rather quickly and smoothly.

"Yeah, we're all here to cheer you on!" Potato added from the back seat. He was also a member of the 'T-Birds', like Gil and Richie. He was wearing a hoodie and jeans and his 'T-Bird' jacket. His nickname came about because no one could pronounce his real name.

"You're gonna kill it, girl!" Shy-Guy said from behind you. He was wearing a sweater and his 'T-Bird' jacket, like the rest of the boys. He was shy around strangers, but very sweet and funny with his friends.

"Thanks, guys. You're the best." You said gratefully.

You looked out the window and saw the familiar neon sign of 'Big Momma's'. You felt a surge of adrenaline as Gil parked the car.

"Let's go!" Olivia said enthusiastically. She was wearing a leather skirt, a crop top and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Come on, we don't want to miss the show!" Nancy said impatiently. She was wearing a jumpsuit, heels and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

"Yeah, hurry up!" Cynthia said eagerly. She was wearing a T-shirt, boots and her 'Pink ladies' jacket.

You followed them out of the car and into the bar, where Daniel greeted you with a hug.

"Hey, you made it! I'm so proud of you!" He said warmly.

"Thanks, Daniel. You're so sweet." You said smiling

Daniel was your best friend since middle school. He was the drummer for 'Momma's Boys', the band that played regularly at 'Big Momma's'. He had also helped you practice for your performance.

He led you to the stage, where he introduced you to the other members of 'Momma's Boys': Mike, the lead singer; Dave, the lead guitarist; Sam, the rhythm guitarist; and Ben, the bassist. They all welcomed you and the girls warmly and wished you good luck.

You saw the boys sitting at a table near the stage, waving at you and cheering for you.

You took a deep breath and smiled.

"Hello, everyone! I'm Y/N, and I'm here to sing some songs for you tonight! With some help from my girls; Jane, Olivia, Nancy and Cythina." You said into the microphone.

The crowd clapped and cheered for you. "And this first song goes out to my Boyfriend, Gil!" You added as you pointed to where Gil was sitting with the guys so everyone could see and know, who is yours and only yours.

Gil smiled and waved at you, his eyes shining with love and pride. He knew how talented you were and how much you enjoyed music. He blew you a kiss and mouthed "I love you" as you started to sing.

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((Just so you guys know, you don't fall off the Stage like Lela does in the movie))

After you finished the song, you and the girls walked off the stage..."AHHH!" You, Olivia, Jane, Nancy and Cynthia (believe it or not), squealed in happiness. "We did it!" You said. "No, you did it, Y/N." Jane smiled. Olivia, Nancy and Cynthia nodded their heads in agreement. You felt a warm blush spread across your cheeks as you hugged your friends. "Thank you, guys. You're the best." You said. "No, thank you for being our lead singer. You have an amazing voice, Y/N." Cynthia said. "Yeah, you totally rocked the stage!" Nancy added. "The crowd loved you!" Olivia exclaimed. "And so did someone else..." Jane winked at you, pointing to a familiar figure waiting by the bar. You blushed. "Okay, I'mma go talk, Gil." "Go, go, go!" The girls forced you to go as they lightly pushed you next to him. You gave them a playful glare as they left you alone with your boyfriend.

You smiled nervously as you approached him. He turned around and his eyes widened when he saw you. He wrapped his arms around you and lifted you up, spinning you around. "You were amazing, babe!" He said, kissing your cheek. "You're the best singer I've ever heard!" You giggled as he put you down. "Thank you, Gil. You're the best boyfriend I've ever had." You said, looking into his eyes. He leaned in and kissed you softly, making you melt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, feeling his tongue explore your mouth. He pulled away and rested his forehead against yours. "I love you, Y/N L/N." He whispered. "I love you too, Gil Rizzo." You whispered back. Gil smiled and took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. You followed him happily, feeling his warm body against yours. You danced with him, feeling his heartbeat in sync with yours. You felt like nothing could ruin this moment. You felt like you were on top of the world.

#gil rizzo #rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies #grease: rise of the pink ladies x reader #grease rotpl #richie valdovinos #jane facciano #buddy aldridge #hazel robertson #cynthia znudowski #olivia valdovinos #gil rotpl #gil rizzo x reader

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captainslayahoe · 3 days

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UNPOPULAR OPINION:

There are too many r@pe fics in the 'Call Of Duty' and horror movie communities.

This is a long ass rant BTW so thank you so much if you actually stay to listen to me complain.

I'm a huge fan of masked men, gore, horror movies, and Call Of Duty. They're all very fun things, even if seen as boyish or grim to the average Joes and Janes of society.

HOWEVER, there is a huge issue in both communities. Glorifying sexual assault. Groping, grooming, full blown rape. It's ridiculous. Both communities have a myriad of writers who write about nothing but manipulation and straight up noncon.

And you know what makes this worse? From experience, I've seen that there are FAR more rape fics in the Call Of Duty community than in the horror movie community.

Can you believe that shit?

THERE IS MORE SA FANFICTION ABOUT OFFICERS OF THE LAW AND MILITARY MEN, GOOD MEN WHO ARE CANONLY CHILL AND LOVING, PEOPLE WHO'S JOBS ARE LITERALLY TO SERVE AND PROTECT, MEN WHO HAVE DONE NOTHING WRONG AND HAVE ONLY DONE THERE JOBS IN CANON, THAN SA FICS ABOUT MEN WHO ARE LITERAL SERIAL KILLERS, MEN WHO HAVE BEEN SEEN IN MOVIES AND SHOWS MERCILESSLY GUTTING INNOCENT PEOPLE AND NOT FEELING ANY KIND OF SHAME, MEN WHO WOULD KILL YOU IF THEY WERE REAL.

What does that say about society? That there's more SA fanfiction about law enforcement than criminals and demons?

Does that make sense to you?

Horror movie fans, although unhinged, treat their kins and fav characters like they're just misunderstood and can be helped and even with the disgusting amount of SA fics, they still treat the characters like chill guys who are mentally ill and can't be trusted with knives.

But Call Of Duty? Nope. It's surprisingly fucking easy to find a fic about Simon Riley being overly dominant, possessive, and pretty fucking predatory, when in Canon, he's just... He's just him. Simon is not a rapist. He is a good man trying to do his goddamn job. Why would he want to "use and abuse" anyone? Do yall not know his lore? His dad literally used to abuse him. HE FORCED HIM TO KISS A FUCKING SNAKE AND SCARED HIM WITH ANIMALS, FOR CHRISTS SAKE.

He would want his s/o to have a better life than what he went through. And don't even get me started on Soap. All yall serious? He himself implied he wasn't very violent in an interrogation scene that I vaguely remember like this:

Hostage: you gonna cut my hand off?

Soap: not my style, but he might. *he says pointing at Ghost*

(Im mid writing this and I am really realizing I am defending fictional men against rape allegations lord what is going on, I wanna be Phoenix Wright so bad)

And you know what REAAALLY pisses me off? The way they try to DEFEND THAT SHIT. MAKES ME SICK.

"Oh, well Michael Myers wouldn't care about consent because he doesn't care about people's lives" you sound dumb. It's giving "if it'll kill, it'll rape" like bro what? This is like that saying "if it can bleed, it can breed" in reverse and I hate both equally. And then these motherfuckers will be like

"ITS CALLED BDSM, YOU'RE JUST VANILLA" Bitch, are you slow?

The bdsm community is all about consent. Ever heard of a safe word? It's called role-playing, and they (almost) always have boundaries. By calling your illegal fantasies BDSM is bashing them and they DO NOT claim your crazy ass.

I'm not gonna name any creators, because at the end of the day, it's not like me dropping their accounts will get them banned or investigated, but I actually saw a post where someone CONFRONTED the writer's nasty ass Call Of Duty fics, and their legit response was like:

"Okay? And? I write dark romance. I add warnings. Everything isn't all puppies and kittens."

You are genuinely ignorant if you think basic consent is puppies and kittens. Rape is not dark romance.

As for the BDSM community, They get enough hate as it is, and 50 shades of Grey has already ruined them as it is, stop bringing them into your bullshit. You like being choked by masked men? Cool. You like rough housing and aggression? Sure. That's cool. I completely agree with that. But PUH-LEEEASE, bitch, stop calling grotesque shit like this "BDSM" and "Dark Romance".

I'm not vanilla, I'm a decent human being. You need to start realizing the problem is you. I can't stop you from writing it, but call it what it is and stop being a pussy.

You know what you write and you know what your read.

#rapeawareness #rapeculture #rant post #seriously #it doesn't make sense #call of duty smut #call of duty #horror movies #horror fan #serious issues #daddy issues #seek therapy #seek the lord #scream #ghostface #halloween #bo sinclair #masked men

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Jane's Pets Chapter 100: Struggling

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Kitty didn't seem to notice Puppy's crying until now, either. That makes you feel a bit less guilty about missing it. You both hurry to her side.

"Puppy? What's wrong?" You ask.

She doesn't show any sign of having heard you at all. She's clutching a drill tightly and staring at it. Her entire body shakes. No tears come from her eyes, but it's still very clear she's crying.

"Shit, I think she's having a flashback." Kitty says. "Puppy? Jane is dead. We're safe. Nothing's happening right now. Can you nod if you can hear me?"

Puppy doesn't nod. It looks like words aren't going to be very helpful right now.

You gently touch her arm. She doesn't react, so you pull her into a hug. You'll just hold her, like she did for you the last time you had a flashback. Sometimes that's all you can do. Your touch doesn't seem to be making things worse, at the very least.

You take slow, deep breaths, hoping she'll follow suit. Her crying is silent, and it makes you want to cry too. She has no idea where she is and hasn't responded to anything you've said or done, but somehow the need to be quiet runs deeper than any conscious awareness. She deserves to be able to make sound as she cries, and so much more.

You gently try to take the drill from her, but she won't let go, so you leave it alone.

Kitty goes back to the weapons and gets them all into the drawer, excluding the drill Puppy's holding. Then they sit next to the two of you and repeat reassurances to Puppy, despite her lack of reaction.

It takes a while, but she eventually stops crying and starts following your breathing. The shaking gets less and less intense. She finally lets you take the drill, so you set it aside where she can't see it.

"Can you hear me?" You ask.

Puppy nods slowly.

"We really should get you some water…"

She shakes her head. You’re… not sure what to say to that.

"Do you believe she's dead?" Kitty asks. They look… really sweaty for some reason? …One problem at a time.

Puppy stares at Jane’s body. She starts to nod, then stops. She starts to shake her head, but stops again.

“Do you think there’s anything that could convince you? Anything at all?�� You ask. You’ll do whatever it takes to help Puppy feel safe.

She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head.

"...Do you trust us?"

She nods without hesitation. At least there's that, that'll make helping her a lot easier.

"Were you listening to me and Bunny talking earlier? About how we'd rather assume she's dead and be wrong than assume she's alive and be wrong?" Kitty asks

She nods.

"Do you… agree?"

She nods again.

"We're also nearly positive she's dead. Can you trust us in that?" You add.

She sighs, lies her head on your shoulder, and nods.

"So if I get you some water, will you drink it?" Kitty asks.

Puppy immediately shakes her head. She starts to push away from you, so you let go of her. She crawls to Jane's body and lies down facing it. That's… not good.

Kitty grimaces. "I won't let her die." They say softly, so only you can hear. Their hands are shaking. "Do you remember those code words Jane used on her? I'd hate to use them against her, but I will if it's the only way to keep her alive. We can knock her out and try to get her to a hospital if we have to. So… there's no need to panic. I just don't know how long we should wait before resorting to that. What do you think?"

"Well… we should tell her, right? That her options are to drink water now or get knocked out and dragged through the woods until we find a hospital?" You wince. "That sounds really bad. Weren't we just talking about how great it is that no one's forcing us to do anything anymore?"

"It is really bad. But her dying would be worse."

You can't argue with that. "Puppy? We aren't going to let you die. I know this might break your trust in us, but… if we have to, we will knock you out and try to get you to a hospital." You remember that besides all the crying, Puppy has also been doing the hard physical labor of digging a grave and running around the house finding things to sell. How could you not have thought of that earlier? You feel so stupid. Why are you always so stupid? Stupid Bunny. "I'm so sorry, we've been doing all this carrying stuff around without thinking about how dehydrated you must be. I'll go get you some water. Please, please drink it."

You run upstairs and fill a water bottle as quickly as you can, then run back down.

You hand Puppy the water bottle. "Please, Puppy. I'm sorry to treat you like this, but I can't lose you."

You don't understand the look in her eyes, but you know it's not anger or fear, which is good. She sits up and takes a few sips from the water bottle. Quickly, the same way you would follow Jane's orders quickly to avoid thinking about it.

Now she looks afraid. Her breathing quickens and she drops the water bottle to claw at her neck. Spilled water soaks into her clothes and the ground.

You grab her hands tightly, and she goes completely still, barely breathing.

"Fuck… Puppy, please…" You don't know what to do. "Kitty?"

Kitty is curled up and shaking right where you left them when you went upstairs. Fuck, how did you not notice? Stupid, stupid Bunny.

"Kitty? What's wrong??"

"Nothing! Leave me alone and make sure Puppy doesn't die!"

Something is definitely wrong. Both of them need immediate medical attention and you don't know where to go to get that and you can't drag both of them through the woods to get there even if you did know where to go because you're weak and stupid–

Puppy abruptly tears her hands out of your grasp and wipes tears off your face. You hadn't even realized you'd been crying, but now the tears don't stop coming. Jane is dead, you're supposed to be happy, everything's supposed to be easy now by comparison!

Puppy kisses your forehead, then picks up the mostly empty water bottle and gets to her feet. She slowly makes her way up the stairs.

"Where are you going?" You ask.

No answer, of course. You follow her up. She heads to the kitchen and starts filling the water bottle.

You could cry from relief, and you do. "Thank you– Thank you so much, I know it's scary, I know it's hard, thank you–"

When the water bottle is full, she squeezes her eyes shut and chugs it down. It's clearly difficult, she gags it down like she's been forced to drink raw sewage, but she does it, and that's all that matters. And when she finishes the bottle, she refills it again.

"I promise it'll get easier. And I'm– I'm really proud of you, I don't know if I'd be able to drink water without permission after going through what you've been through, you're so much stronger than me."

She shakes her head and empties the water bottle a second time. You think it seems a bit easier this time, but maybe that's just wishful thinking.

She sets the water bottle on the counter and heads back into the basement. Again, you follow.

Kitty is lying in a puddle of their own vomit.

"Kitty?? Are you– what's wrong? I know it's not nothing! Puppy just drank a bunch of water, so don't worry about that."

Kitty groans and shakes their head. "I'm fine."

Puppy gets your attention and mimes… eating something? No, wait– she's miming taking a pill.

"Fuck! Of course it's withdrawal, how could I not know, I've been doing all this planning and still missing all this obvious stuff, what's wrong with me? I'm so stupid, I'm completely useless–"

Puppy grabs your face, forcing you to look at her, and shakes her head. You try to get your breathing under control.

Puppy stares at you for a moment, then lets go and goes back upstairs. You don't follow her, this time. You're too afraid of what'll happen if you leave Kitty alone.

Luckily, Puppy is back quickly, with a coloring book and pencil. That helps you feel a bit calmer. It'll be okay, Puppy knows what to do and she's going to tell you.

Puppy quickly writes something and passes the paper to you.

We need to quickly get packed and go to the hospital. We can worry about selling everything later.

You take a deep breath to stabilize yourself and pass the paper back. "That makes sense. Kitty, do you think you can get packed, or should we put together some stuff for you?"

"Wh– We can't! They'll ask questions, we can't go to the hospital!"

Puppy writes something else and passes it to Kitty, but they don't take it.

"We can't! I– they'll drug me!" They stagger to their feet.

"...Probably. But just enough to make sure you don't die from withdrawal!"

"Being drugged is dying! I'll lose myself! Again!"

Seeing them so panicked hurts, in the same way seeing Puppy refuse to drink water did. "Weren't you just talking about how you care more about Puppy being alive than anything else? Can't you understand we feel the same about you?"

"Drinking water isn't dying! I die either way!"

"They'll wean you off! Isn't that the best possible solution?"

"The best possible solution is never being drugged again!"

They’re not being rational. “Puppy was willing to do something that scared her for us, why can’t you? You’ll understand once you feel better. Last time you had seizures! I just want you to be okay!”

Kitty’s face darkens. “I had one seizure. But I’m so sorry I’m not like perfect, self-sacrificing Puppy. I’m sorry I’m not a perfect brainwashed pet like she is. I’m sorry I’m not what you want me to be, I’m sorry I’m so disappointing, I’m sorry I care more about myself than your goddamned comfort, unlike perfect fucking Puppy.”

Puppy’s face shows no emotion.

“…you’re not acting like yourself. Can you please just trust us?”

“Not when you want to drug me! You’re treating me the same way she did!”

“I am not!”

“It doesn’t fucking matter. Drag me to the hospital if you want, I’ll refuse treatment. You can’t bully me into getting drugged again. And you can’t knock me out without risking me becoming as stupid and brain-damaged as you.”

You take a sharp breath in. The insult itself doesn’t hurt that much, you know you’re stupid, but the fact that Kitty wanted it to hurt stings. “You’re not acting like yourself.” You repeat. But they’re right, you can’t force them to get treatment.

Puppy writes something down and passes it to you.

There might be nothing we can do. Even if we did decide to knock them out, it wouldn’t last nearly long enough to get us to the hospital. We can wait to see if they lose coherence completely, but beyond that, we can’t force anything.

Jane is dead, but you still feel so powerless. "Okay. It's– we can't force you. What do you think we should do, then?"

"Well, I'm gonna shower. You two should get the drawer upstairs." They look at Jane's body. "And figure out what to do about her body, Jesus fucking Christ!"

They clumsily storm upstairs. Fuck, what are you supposed to do?

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In ragnarok, Thor dresses Bruce in Tony's clothes when Bruce turns back into himself, a bit disoriented after being the Hulk for so long. Thor also offers his jacket to Jane in the first Thor when it's raining. Thor finds Valkyrie her valkyrie armor that meant a lot to her. Meanwhile, when he's undressed against his will in love and thunder, his "friends" ogle at him instead of helping him :/

Great observation!!! He covers his Jane quite a lot actually :) :

But we need to make a clear distinction between Bruce Jane and Valkyrie Korg. Bruce and Jane have always been kind and grateful to Thor regarding how he behaves with them and what he has done for them. Bruce literally said to him that it was he who pulled him out of that dark place, referring to the very instance you mentioned. And Jane was very concerned about him when Zeus stripped him (s*xual assault).

Now, Jane is an outsider, a human like you and me in the world of these Gods. She doesn't know what's normal/acceptable in their culture and what's not. When Thor is stripped and nobody even flinches - the massive crowd, Zeus' guards etc, and especially Thor's so-called friends - she is confused. This would be our reaction too if we were in her place because I know it was mine. I wanted to give Marvel the benefit of the doubt, that maybe this is SOMEHOW not immoral in this society because they were commemorating human killings 2 seconds ago.

So, she naturally asks the two people who are her guides to this new place and obviously know about its culture. She is definitely not ogling Thor, enjoying the situation, or indifferent. She does the best she can - asking if this situation is of concern and that they should do something. The only reason she doesn't take further steps is because she is assured by Valkyrie that they will step in when the situation calls for it, meaning this forceful stripping is not one.

Which brings us to Valkyrie and Rock Man. [Disclaimer: I'm only critiquing the writing and direction of the characters, please don't jump on me.] Like you said, Thor gave her her armor becuase he understands what it means to her. And she is casually sitting there ENJOYING him getting stripped, ogling him, eating grapes, wrongly telling his girlfriend it's nothing to worry about, and offering her grapes too. What the actual.

She says later 'you got properly humiliated'. This means that she knows what happened was wrong and immoral. That makes her actions there even more deplorable. Great writing.

Korg somehow tops this shittiness by f-ing commenting on the size of Thor's **** . Jesus! I hate that Valkyrie and Korg are unblinkingly staring at Thor like creeps. Waititi's creepy obsession with Chris truly peaked here. And then he had the audacity of having Thor kill Zeus in revenge without a second's hesitation FOR KORG. Like, that is how important Waititi wrote Korg to be for Thor right after Korg enjoyed him getting stripped. Let that sink in. It should be the opposite. Thor, just cut these 2 creepy a-holes out of your life.

#answers #anonymous #thor #thor odinson #jane foster #bruce banner #thor ragnarok #thor love and thunder #anti korg #anti taika waititi #i don't feel comfortable that this creep korg is stuck w him everywhere he goes

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I was reading your posts about how badly most/all historical fiction and period dramas are when it comes to faithful portrayals and was wondering about your thoughts on Wolf Hall, whether you read it, watched it, or both. And also, are there examples that you feel do it well? Or are there examples where they get it wrong but you still enjoy them? (Can you tell I’ve been on a historical fiction kick lately?) I know that’s a lot of questions, so please don’t feel obligated to answer them.

oh boy, this is... complicated. i'll start off with wolf hall, because that will probably be easier: necessary disclaimer that i have not watched or read all of wolf hall, but i have read a significant chunk of the first book.

firstly, i actually enjoyed reading wolf hall a lot. there are a couple of bits that grated me when i read it (iirc it suggests that henry viii was to become archbishop of canterbury before the death of his brother, which is emphatically not true; nitpicky, i know, but it's one of the misleading "fun facts" you often hear about henry viii), but for the most part i found it rather refreshing. i have to praise hilary mantel's writing style, of course; it's beautiful prose, and a relieving change from first person present tense narratives, which are bad. (disclaimer: this is a personal opinion. i happen to think that 99% of all first person narratives are utter shit.) in terms of plot events, i think my favourite parts of wolf hall are cromwell with his wife and children, and him grieving his wife and children; the quiet reminders of their absence are heartbreaking.

now, onto the things i didn't like. i didn't love the tv show; nothing wrong with it, necessarily, it just didn't click with me - and it probably didn't help that when i watched it the screen light to room light balance was very off. and as for mantel herself... quite a few people have pointed out that her treatment of the women (notably anne boleyn and jane parker, her sister-in-law) in her series comes off as misogynistic, and i personally find the treatment of thomas more grating. essentially, she buys into a lot of the old narratives of jane parker being 'scheming' and betraying anne boleyn and her brother george; and her depiction of anne can similarly come off as that of a scheming woman and nothing more. there is an argument to be made that we're seeing this through cromwell's eyes, so naturally he's going to be biased against certain people - but mantel is the writer and she chose what she wrote. she seeks to balance out the classic depictions of cromwell as scheming and more as a literal saint, but it tips over into just making more look like a villain - things such as him choosing to educate his wife are warped into more being... evil? somehow? there's a double standard with cromwell vs the other characters: when cromwell is pious, it's devotion; when more is pious, it's fanaticism, and the same with cromwell vs the women in the books. finally, hilary mantel was transphobic. i'm not here to argue about that one.

granted, i don't think these things make wolf hall unforgivably bad, by any stretch of the imagination. i think it's a complex, flawed book and the same applies to the show. i think this youtube review summarises it well overall - and of course these things are always nuanced and complicated and so on and so forth.

there are shows which do historical fiction absolutely horribly, like the spanish princess. i have no interest in defending that, because, as far as i'm concerned, it's a mess not worth attacking; that's been done to death. i would also consider the vast majority of books by philippa gregory and alison weir to be a major waste of time. weir is also a non-fiction writer, and her non-fiction is exactly as bad, so for the love of good, please don't pick those up either. both authors like to draft in rape, magic (dear god, don't talk to me about the fucking magic), not-like-other-girls female characters, incest (???) and a bucket load of misogyny in lieu of actual plot. neither of them are good writers, either.

onto works which do an alright or complicated job. i think wolf hall belongs here - it does some things very well, some things... not so well. i'd also put becoming elizabeth here - as you've said, this is one where they get things wrong but i can still enjoy it. the show covers the reign of edward vi (1547-1553) and the teenage years of elizabeth i (about 13-19, so literally her teenage years). the good parts? it's a fantastic depiction of edward vi and mary - both are brilliantly cast and the acting from them is amazing. it incorporates black characters into authentic period roles, the clothing is really well done, and it shows most of the important parts of edward's reign. the bad parts? well, elizabeth is played by a woman in her late twenties. this lets the whole thing down, frankly. it's supposed to be a show about elizabeth, and yet edward or mary could easily replace her as protagonists - i don't think the actor playing her is great, personally. and then there's the fact that this show portrays the grooming of elizabeth by thomas seymour. the show actually makes their relationship out to be genuine and the two sleep together, a deviation from history and a particularly troubling one given that the real elizabeth was uncomfortable with seymour's advances and actively tried to avoid him. it also spends six of its eight episodes on seymour when seymour was beheaded a third of the way through edward's reign. thus, it has its upsides and its major downsides - oh, and the characters say fuck a lot, which is mildly annoying. but i can enjoy it, as long as elizabeth's not talking and they're not focusing too much on seymour... a bit of a letdown from a show supposedly about her.

there's also the tudors, which is a bit of a mixed bag - it makes some inexplicable changes from history, but it often uses quotations from tudor sources in its dialogue. the casting can be a bit... wonky, but it does have its moments, and offers a somewhat more balanced version of more vs cromwell. i don't particularly like it because it often modernises the characters a bit - and i don't want that! making characters act like modern people seriously misses the point: this is historical fiction, not a modern thriller or whatever. the girlbossification of historical women who were often seriously held back by the men around them and wielded influence in rather different ways to what we think of as strong women is exhausting.

and there is historical fiction which i really enjoy. dissolution (and its sequels) is a murder mystery series by c. j. sansom, narrated by the fictional matthew shardlake, a disabled king's commissioner working for cromwell. he ends up investigating the murder of another commissioner at a monastery in scarnsea. it deals with the issues of religion, gender, and disability in very interesting ways; matthew is not infallible and clearly holds some very tudor views of the world. it's a richly-written world and it really does feel like you're in 1530s england, and i really recommend it. i also like becket (1964) and the lion in winter, neither of which are particularly striving for accuracy - but they're good dramas and brilliantly acted, and, you know, maybe henry ii was secretly in love with thomas becket. (both are heartwrenching films and i will never be over: 'You give the lions of England back to me like a little boy who doesn't want to play anymore. I would have gone to war with all England's might behind me, and even against England's interests, to defend you, Thomas. I would have given away my life laughingly for you. Only I loved you and you didn't love me. That's the difference.' my feelings on bill (2015) are more or less the same - it's an intentionally ahistorical film, and it works because it's well-written and not trying to accurately represent the past. the '70s series like the six wives of henry viii and the shadow of the tower are really enjoyable, too - because they actually cared about making decent series about the tudors relying on the actual events which transpired during the era!

i'll leave the question of costuming out in the open; i think this youtube video has some good points on whether period-accurate costuming is essential. i like it, personally, but i'm not going to be furious at a missed french hood; the only thing that will truly make me furious is a french hood with no veil. either bother, or don't bother! don't... don't do neither, jesus christ! as for historical accuracy in general - i think that's a question which will never have one true answer. personally, i do value a rough adherence to the historical timeline, at least for fairly well-know facts like, i don't know, henry viii having two sisters? why does the tudors merge them into one person? what? anyway. i think these posts offer some valuable insight into how vague and murky a concept historical accuracy really is and how it can be wielded as a weapon against people rather than in the interests of a good story (read at your own peril - they are quite long). there is also the problem of hindsight - as readers, we know that edward vi will die at only fifteen. the average person at the time did not! well, not until 1553. the point is, books where the narrator has seemingly prophetic powers or knowledge of future events are unrealistic. what i think is most important is writing stories that more or less accord to the timeline of history in the general details and capturing the attitudes of people who lived in the past decently. this is what really brings historical fiction to life, in my opinion. these also offer up good opportunities for parody and satire - a film which intentionally gets history wrong Because Incest is frustrating, but a film which intentionally gets history wrong to parody it, like blackadder, can be incredibly entertaining. inaccuracy is not always bad. that said, if you don't make henry viii ginger, i will hate you forever. soz. as for language - it's ridiculous to expect dialogue to be written 100% in middle english or what-have-you, but the occasional 'god's bones!' instead of 'oh my god' would be nice, and an avoidance of just putting a load of fucks in there...

and finally, for the elephant in the room... misogyny. there are certainly other -isms which permeate historical fiction as they do everything else, but this is the big one. so many depictions of women in historical fiction uncritically buy into the narratives of misogynistic medieval commentators which we have inherited from centuries of men recycling them. like calling women sluts, or witches, or writing them as genuinely sleeping with a male relative - taking the slander against them literally. like boxing women into a few stereotypes - docile and submissive; scheming bitch; old hag; and whore. like sexing up rapists and groomers. like forgiving historical men for things we condemn historical women for.

i hope this helped! i have many thoughts, none of which are easily summarised. i don't know if there's a right answer to this. but i do know one thing: the white princess is bad. thank you for the ask!

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I, the poll runner, made this poll because they suck that much

Why Mileven is shit - a submission-based essay, part 3/3

Mileven - a currently canon het ship from the Stranger Things fandom between Michael (Mike) Wheeler and Jane (Eleven) Ives/Hopper/Byers/IDK

This doesn't mean she will never have another relationship, it doesn't even mean she is "alone" while other people are in relationships (although personally I think there is nothing wrong with not being in a relationship tbh... some people need to unpack this). It just means that she reclaims the power to decide if and when she will give love to someone again, a choice she's never really had. As for Mike, I believe his low self-esteem and what makes him feel so different is his feelings for Will which have steadily stepped out of platonic more and more as time has gone on, and THAT is the truth that is hard to admit, not his apparent love for El that she has been begging for him to say. Mike and Will are written so perfectly as a romantic duo that it is wild to me that anyone would ship Mike with anyone else. Mike deserves more than to be a shitty friend and El's boyfriend (because if he really does just love El, then his actions are just him being mean and weird with no cause or explanation, which I can't imagine is the case), Will deserves more than to be the sad gay in unrequited love who only suffers, and El deserves more than to be some boy's "superhero" who is loved for what she can do more than for who she truly is. She deserves to shake the shackles of male control, and yes... Mike unfortunately falls into this due to his feeling responsible for El's wellbeing because of the unfortunate circumstances they met under. Plus he's, in my opinion, fallen even harden into this parentified role in Hopper's absence (those parallels are insane too, don't even get me started). Anyway, all that to say... Mileven is an objectively bad ship that doesn't fit with the story Stranger Things is telling. It doesn't serve any of the characters involved in a positive way, and Byler is a significantly more touching and well-built couple. Personally, even the argument that El will be "crushed if they break up" doesn't really carry any weight. It's clear that she has already hurt so much IN THE RELATIONSHIP, so ending it just seems like the logical next step (and I'm among the people who believe she wanted to break up at the pizza place tbh). Why should she stay with someone who can only love her in life-or-death situations? Why should Mike be with someone who makes him feel worthless or not enough or like his personal experiences and struggles aren't valid? Why should Mike and El settle for a relationship that takes so much work but makes them both ultimately unhappy (it's giving Karen a d Ted). Why should Will just accept that in a world of demogorgans and alternate dimensions and telekinetic lab children, the craziest and most unlikely thing is a queer boy like him finding requited love with the person who makes them feel better for being different and encourages them to fight on? I just don't think the writers are telling that kind of story. I love El, Mike, and Will... I hope they will get a beautiful ending. To me, a beautiful ending would include Mike and El mutually caring for each other enough to admit that their relationship is not good for either of them as El deserves to be loved and needs time to heal, and Mike deserves to embrace his truth and his own feelings without feeling insignificant or unlovable (and ultimately be rewarded for embodying one of the show's core themes: that forced conformity is bad, you will never feel gratification or happiness by pretending to be something or someone you're not, it's okay to be a "freak" and it's okay to be different and to rebel against the limited, restrictive forms of "happiness" society pushes. After all, forced conformity is one of the real villains in this show, as clearly stated!)

#propaganda #why [ship name] is shit #the (s)hit list #not a poll #anti milkvan #anti mileven #still on this #byler #kinda

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bibuckbuckley · 4 months

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Madney Speak Now AU?

Also Lokius Royalty AU?

Tell me more please.

For Lokius I don't really have much written, but the premise is that Loki is prince and attends Thor and Jane's wedding and meets Mobius and his sons. Mishaps happen and they get in trouble and cause a national incident. To help make it go away, Loki and Mobius have to pretend that they're dating.

For Madney Speak Now AU, Maddie and Chimney are best friends and Maddie is in love with Chimney but Chimney is marrying Tatiana. Just like the song, she eventually stops the wedding. I posted this snippet last year, but I'm gonna post it again.

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"You're oddly quiet tonight." Buck's words break her from her thoughts. "Like more than usual."

Maddie tries to look unfazed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Her baby brother leans forward. "Okay something's definitely wrong. I can see your bluff and you always have a great poker face. What's going on?"

She sighs. "Nothing's wrong…per say. Just going through some personal stuff."

He pauses for a second and starts to look a little awkward. "Like period stuff?"

Maddie snorts out a laugh. "No."

"Okay well, either way you can tell me. You know that right?" He gives her his signature puppy dog eyes.

"I know, Evan." She gives him a gentle smile.

A small silence falls between them.

She shouldn't bother her brother with this. It's just a silly crush – at least that's what she tries to tell herself – but it would be nice to tell someone and she trusts Buck more than anyone. So…

"I think I've fallen for someone."

Buck's eyes go wide. "Maddie, that's great!"

Maddie grabs a couch pillow and groans into it. "It's not great."

"Oh, because it's Chimney and he's engaged?"

Her head shoots up. "How'd you know?"

"Come on, Mads, it's kind of obvious. You guys do everything together. You do Buffifridays and eat each other’s food. You finish each other's sentences. You go everywhere together. You guys are practically dating."

"We're not dating because he's engaged."

"So you admit you would be dating if he wasn't?"

"That's not – we're just friends."

"Uh huh. Sure."

"Besides, you and Eddie do the same stuff and you're "just friends"."

Buck turns his head away.

She knows that look.

Maddie leans forward in her seat. "Unless…"

"This is not about me." He quickly interjects. "This is about you being in love with Chimney."

"Evan." Maddie says softly.

Buck scratches his head. "It's - it's not…. He's married."

She nods and says gently, "I know."

"And he's officially trying with her again instead of secretly sleeping together for months."

"I know." She repeats.

Buck lets out a long suffering sigh and leans his head against the couch. Maddie gets closer to him and lays her head on his shoulder.

"Look at us. Both have feelings for taken men."

Buck hums. "I blame our parents."

Maddie cracks up laughing.

After another silence Buck speaks up. "So are you going to tell him?"

"What? No! He's engaged."

Buck gives her a cheeky grin. "He's not married yet."

"Yeah but he wants to marry her. He loves her. Telling him will just ruin our friendship and I can’t do that.”

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tysm sissy ilysm <3333

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#kj gets an ask #hisnameismattthew #the sister tag

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mimigoey · 1 year

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Bring Kali back. She's hot and I have a request to her and Max. Either one of you please save my El from people who curse her behind the words "I like El but ...blah blah...Will and Mike blah blah" well I think that El is better off without Mike too but my girl gets what she wants. If she wants to be with Mike (before they break up) I support her. She's just begun socializing. She's like a child and she tries to impress Mike by telling lies, she becomes defensive and doubts Mike in the smashing Angela's nose incident. (I loved it. I'll Smash her butt next if she ever tries to humiliate you again El). I can tell that it's her lack of maturity that makes her do these. She loved kissing Mike inside her room, no dad will allow it. When Hopper did what he can she went against him. She is just a child who is stubborn and possessive. Even if you think I'm wrong leave her alone. M*leven right? All your disguised El hate makes me sick.

I'm in no one's party. El is the main character and my favourite character and nothing else concerns me. I will never defend myself saying that "I love byler but...". Let it happen but by doing so, don't curse El. Remember that it was Mike who told her first that he likes her. Curse him. It was he who HURT WILL by saying "what did you think? You thought we'd all Still be playing with you like kids? We're grown up and have girl friends now. It's not my fault that you can't be like that"- something like this. Curse him. Why are you always targeting Jane? And in that scene they even made us feel bad for Will, like when he said as will the wise "don't go, it's a trap" when El was calling Mike. They all left him. It was so sad. People read it as "if El hadn't interrupted them Mike would have played with Will and they'd be always together". The problem is not El here. It's Mike's mind.

#stranger things #El #Eleven #mike wheeler #ST #stranger things season 4 #mileven #stranger things kali #max stranger things

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queentheweeb · 2 years

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All Might X Quirkless Autistic Female Reader

A/N: I know All Might doesn't have a lung or stomach but here he does have a stomach

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If someone would have told you that you were going to be married to the former number 1 hero you would have looked at them like they were crazy. Why in the world would he want someone like you? First of all, you're quirkless. The man with one of the strongest quirks in history is going to want to be with a plain Jane like yourself? There was nothing special about you. You worked full-time at a grocery store with your program. You thanked that program and your parents for helping you so much in life and making it easier for you to navigate. You had three things against you that made people treat you worse than dirt, You were quirkless, you were autistic and you were a woman. No wonder your parents kept you sheltered they knew what they were doing. Honestly, none of those things should matter and should make society treat you as less than a person or as an object for other people's pleasure but, all well. It's going to take more than just you to change mindsets that have been the same for generations.

"I'm home my beautiful wallflower!" You turned away from the burgers and French fries you were making. You were scared of fire because you didn't want to get burned so Toshinori got an electrical stove and grills and other cooking machines to help you. It was really nice of him because you wouldn't be able to handle the pain. You were very sensitive from your ears, to your head, to your body down to your feet. You knew a lot of people thought you were dramatic and maybe you were but, you couldn't help it. A lot of things hurt you and a lot of things you didn't like. You hate loud sounds, being touched suddenly, bright lights, and certain smells that make you sick and you want them to stop or go away. Toshinori was very understanding of this which you were thankful for.

"Hi, Toshinori!" You checked the air fryer and pan seeing that the food still needed a few minutes before they were done. Toshinori liked his burgers medium rare while you liked yours well done. "How was your day?" You walked up to him to initiate a hug. You didn't like touch all the time but, you didn't mind giving hugs and kisses once in a while. He was quick to hug you and plant a kiss on your temple and let go. You loved how he would give you space when you wanted and would give you company when you wanted it. He balanced you well. You hoped you did the same for him.

"My day was alright, I saved a few people this morning and I used the last of my power for the hero course training. It's a good thing the students don't know my true form." You nodded your head knowing it was a sensitive subject for him. You didn't understand why it upset him so much because you saw nothing wrong with the way he looks, but everyone responds differently to such comments. You would cry and be angry because that would hurt your feelings.

"I think when the children find out the true form they won't treat you any differently. They love you because you are All Might the number one hero of Japan. You are also really sweet and nice and understanding." That was the most you have ever said without stuttering or thinking about something else. You were proud.

"You are really kind my wallflower. I hope that one day what you say comes true." You nodded your head leaving to finish cooking and for Toshinori to clean up and set up in his office. You lived in a studio apartment and had a routine of paying bills, buying groceries, and doing other things. When you met Toshinori you eventually fit him into your routine until he asked you to move in with him. That messed up your routine and you freaked out since you didn't have a routine now. It took a while for things to make sense to you but after a year they did.

"Let me just make our plates." You fixed his burgers and your burgers with the French fries. You got a cup of soda and gave him water. You sat down at the dining table waiting for Toshinori to finish in the shower. You checked your calendar to make sure you didn't miss anything important. You didn't have any doctor's appointments, you already had your appointment with your therapist on Monday at 3:30 P.M and your appointment with your Psychiatrist is on Friday at 5 PM. You tried to make them when you knew Toshinori wasn't home because it made you feel better knowing you were alone. He would not eavesdrop as long as you're not hurting in any way, shape, or form but, still. It made you feel better knowing you had the privacy of being by yourself.

"Y/N? My wallflower?" You jumped at the voice turning to see Toshi staring at you with a kind smile. You must have zoned out. "I think your mind went blank?" You smiled laughing nervously. He never got bothered by you zoning out or losing thoughts but, you still felt insecure about it. He was quick to reassure you though.

"I-I'm sorry I was j-just checking the c-calendar to make sure w-we didn't f-forget anything." You started stuttering rubbing the back of your neck. He walked up to you grabbed your hands and leaned his forward against yours. The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes until you calmed down. Once you were calm he sat next to you and the two of you started eating making light conversations. Once you guys were done he offered to wash the dishes while you put on your favorite TV series. You liked watching the same thing because you knew what was going to happen and it didn't trigger your anxiety about what was going to happen next. The show was halfway through episode 1 when Toshi joined you on the couch with your purple weighted blanket. He pulled you to lay on him and laid the blanket on top of you. This is what you loved. You never had to say much and Toshi always knew what to do. You were glad to have married him.

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It was short and sweet.

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Hello Molly,

Respectfully, I need the 27 dresses au. Please and thank you.

Respectfully, I might as well.

But imagine how stupid Kate would feel. Because she was already mortified that she'd stood outside her sister's wedding and admitted to the shameful, ugly truth that a tiny part of her is Jealous of Edwina, barely 22 married to her childhood sweetheart. The boy next door.

And there she is, 28, and nothing to show for it. And the worst part is, she knows it's her fault. She's too...harsh. She's exacting, and unforgiving when people don't behave the way she expected them to and she tells herself that it's fine that she's alone.

"Katie, I just want you to be happy." Mary hums too often, kissing the top of her head.

"I am happy, Mum. Some people jus don't find someone and that's... that's okay."

But she does still believe in love, it's just obviously not going to happen for her which is why she doesn't mind helping other people on their wedding days.

And she just... she just feels stupid because for just a moment she thought there was something between her and Anthony. She'd thought there had been something in his eyes when their lips had met in the low light filtering through the window in his bedroom. She'd thought there'd been something between them when he'd groaned as her stomach growled.

"Stay right here, I'm getting breakfast." And their lips had met again for a long moment and her stomach had fluttered just like it had a million times in the last month as he'd winked at her, ducking his head back into his bedroom. "Don't move!"

She'd sighed as she'd fallen back against his sheets a stupid smile on her face, until her phone had rung. Mama Mary flashing across the screen.

"Mum, before you yell at me for leaving early: I'm not dead."

"I'm not calling about that, darling, though I'm glad to hear it." And Mary's voice put her immediately on edge, the slightly wary tine of it. "Katie, I'm so sorry, have you seen Anthony's article?"

And her heart stops, panic already clawing at her chest, her voice cracking as she says "No."

And her fingers feel numb as she searches for it, her stomach dropping when she's sees a picture of herself, taken weeks ago on one of those afternoons she'd found herself alone with Anthony and the mood had slipped, as the questions had become less about Edwina and Matt, more about her, his eyes widening in delight as she'd found the closet packed with Bridesmaids dresses.

"Oh, I'm going to require a Katie Kat Fashion show."

"Do I have a choice in this?"

"Absolutely not. This one that looks like something Queen Victoria would have worn first, thank you!"

"This was from a Jane Austen themed wedding, thank you, and I assure you, it looks great on me!" She'd huffed, trying to close the doors desperately.

He'd sidestepped her, grinning delightedly, "Well, I'd love to have evidence of that. Fashion Show! fashion show!"

And if she was honest with herself she hadn't done it to prove him wrong at all, she'd done it because of the way her stomach had lurched at the way he grinned handsomely down at her with his hair falling in his eyes.

And now the picture of her, wearing the green dress he'd said Let me guess, a come as an 80's appetiser wedding and you chose stuffed olive was under the headline

27 Dresses and still Never the Bride

And she'd thought she'd stopped doing this. Expecting too much from people and being disappointed when it didn't work out. But the second she sees the article, she knows she hadn't really. Because Anthony Bridgerton's just broken whatever she had left.

And when her assistant clears her throat on Monday morning and says "Anthony Bridgerton is outside, he's insisting he see you."

Kate stares down at her desk for a long moment before she clears her throat, "No, thank you, Sophie. If you could just have security see him out."

And three days later a box is delivered to her office, and she stares perplexed down at it as it rustles before she opens it hesitantly and a tiny puppy is staring back at her, it's paws up on the edge before it clambers over on it's short little legs to get to her, her eyes pricking with tears as she remembered the day they'd been in the park, and she'd told him how she'd wanted a dog for the longest time, chickening out because she was waiting for her life to start, it felt like. A note attached to the lid that reads

You said no one would ever love you, and I know that isn't true but this little guy can keep you company until you find the one.

And she snatches the puppy up in her arms, and takes off running.

#27 dresses au #kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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cambria-writes · 2 years

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I proofread this before posting!! Yes that is something I am actually very proud and excited about.

Also jesus christ I had no memory of this thing being so short so I might double update today or tomorrow!

pairing: jane x named reader word count: 1,316 rating: PG13 warnings: discussion of murders, that’s about it, but please lmk if I missed something!

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𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕱𝖎𝖛𝖊: ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔰𝔢

You lean back in your seat, contemplate the cards. Don't take as much time as you did last night. This feels pretty straightforward. You place your hands, palm down, onto the table. Take a deep breath. Somehow, you don't feel as much pressure. Maybe the ambiance helps.

"A man who was mocked when he was a kid," you begin. You keep your eyes down on the cards. "He was never given the support he needed or wanted. He had the option of looking for a person or people who share his ideologies, but he never did. He slipped into resentment and obsession but..."

Jane leans in closer, elbows on the table, hands clasped in front of him. "But what?"

"It just looks like it was all an accident? Out of, I don't know. Passion?" You look up at Mr Jane and scoot forward in your seat. "Did the first murder look planned or kind of sloppy? My guess is sloppy," you say, drumming your fingers against the white vinyl table. "Didn't look like he wanted to kill anyone, right?"

"It looked improvised, yes," Jane replies. His grin lights up pride in your chest like a bonfire. "Grabbed a dog show trophy and killed the competition."

The flush of pride is quickly replaced with fatigue. You wave down Waitress Mindy for an extra strong cup of coffee before you hit the road again. You still have a ways to go, according to the Generous Waitress. You'd like to stay awake for it. Probably. You'll see.

"There's something I'm curious about, though," you say quietly. Take your hands back, place them in your lap. Do your best to maintain eye contact. Somehow it's harder than it usually is. Jane lifts his chin a little, inviting you to continue. "Why are you humouring me so much? What's your angle? I'm not stupid. I know your disdain for any kind of metaphysical profession."

He points at you. Looks victorious? "Ah, but see, you're not a professional." The remark stings but, well. He isn't exactly wrong. His face takes on a more serious air. "You don't take advantage of other people's willingness and weakness for your own gain." Or get anyone killed, is what you figure he wants to say after that. But doesn't. You understand nonetheless.

"It's not like I wouldn't take money if it was offered," you retort, sip at your coffee. Not scalding, but just barely. It wakes you a little, at least.

"Either way, it's not like you have special powers."

You bristle at that. Jane flags down Waitress Mindy. It isn't like you ever thought about it that much. But having someone outright say that there's nothing special about you or what you do... somehow it doesn't sit quite right.

You almost manage a reply—that's possibly a little too scathin—when his phone rings. You don't pay attention, instead work on putting your cards away neatly in your bag. It doesn't take long, and Mr Jane wraps up his phone call just after you close your messenger bag.

Down the rest of your coffee as fast as you can. The diner's starting to feel a little stifling. Dig out your wallet from a side pocket in your bag, pull out a few tens. Wave down Mindy again and tell her to keep the change, insist on paying for the coffee, at least. She's practically glowing. Probably doesn't get tipped a lot. She needs to get a job around nicer people.

"We're ready to go, yeah?" Jane looks at you in that way again. Makes you feel like a bug pinned to a board. You agree, and return to a temporary Life On The Road.

You spend most of the remaining two hours in silence. Lean the seat back a little, pop in some earbuds. Tune out the rest of the world for a little bit. Unlike your father, at least Mr Jane has the decency not to interrupt you every five minutes. You try not to think about Tommy too much. Distract yourself with fanciful things.

Like trying to figure out how the hell someone becomes a serial killer over show dogs.

After about an hour and a half of quiet riding, pull your earbuds out, unplug them from your phone. Stow it away, turn towards Jane.

"How long has this guy been going around killing show dog owners?"

Barely gives any indication that he hears you. But you see the right corner of his mouth tip up. Alright, well, at least you've got his attention.

"Three years, looks like."

Look back ahead to the road. The first murder looked sloppy, poorly planned. The killer's gotten used to it in the past three years. Chew at your bottom lip. You feel like a five year old in a classroom, but the curiosity gnaws at you.

"How many murders are confirmed to be this guy's work?"

"Eight now, including old Thomas there."

Hum, and think. "Was the first murder just before or after a dog show?"

Jane smiles. Something about it makes you feel oddly proud again.

"A few days after the show we're going to see today," Jane says simply. His tone is so light you might not have thought about it twice if you hadn't been paying attention.

"Wait, where are we going? You never actually told me."

"We're going to pay a visit to the San Luis Obispo Kennel Club. They have a nice event this weekend. Lots of small dogs, so I hear."

"That's just vague enough to shut me up and keep me satisfied," you mutter. Look out the window at your shoulder.

Okay, so, you're going to see the kennel club that Tommy was probably going to. Probably going to see either the murderer or the people who are enabling him. (Or her? You're not entirely sure, but you could probably chalk it up to a gut feeling...) That's actually a deceptively simple plan, provided that all Jane's assumptions are correct.

You're not sure you'd be able to debate whether or not they are, in fact, correct.

Once you actually are in Paso Robles, it doesn't take long to get to the center. There's a fairly decent crowd; it unnerves you about as much as the stuffy diner. There's at least a hundred people milling outside. Most of them either carrying or leading a dog. You don't want to think about the amount of people inside.

"I have a stupid idea." You don't completely close the passenger door to the Citroen. Look to Jane for permission.

"Do tell." Shut the driver door. Leans against the side. "I love crazy ideas."

You look around. Now that you look, there are a lot more people just carrying their dogs in their arms than otherwise. They're good odds, considering how tiny the dogs are.

Take a deep breath, cup your hands around your mouth, and bellow as loudly as you can.

"Peekaboo!"

Mr Jane looks stunned. You can feel your face burning, but you try calling out for the dog one more time. Turn back to him a little sheepish.

"I really thought it would—"

A dog barks rather angrily, someone calls for it somewhere in the crowd. You aren't too preoccupied by the man screaming as you are by the small black and white Havanese rushing at your legs. Jane is more than happy to intercept the man chasing after the dog. You had no idea seeing Peekaboo again would make you feel...

"That's my dog! What's she doing with my dog?"

"Sir, if you could just..."

You scratch Peekaboo behind the ears. Flop her down on her side. Push the fur around a little bit.

"Mister Jane?" You point down at the heart-shaped scar near her right hind leg. "This is her. I remember when she got this scar, no one in the neighborhood slept for days while she was at the vet."

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