#I'm sorry that I'm ignoring Jeff's existence
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Falling in love and embarrassment
#I'm sorry that I'm ignoring Jeff's existence#I just really love these men#the ghost and molly mcgee#tgamm#tgamm scratch#tgamm geoff#scoff#scratch x geoff#fan art#art
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need your loving tonight
☆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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Jeff is one of my favorite characters and I think we should start a post of all our favorite Jeff headcanons. He and Freak get left out in almost every Eddie-centric fic I read, with his "best friend" being either Gareth or Chrissy, and I'm tired of it. Jeff is wonderful. Here's my hc's:
- Jeff and Eddie have been best friends since middle school. They started CC and Hellfire together.
- they went to the Snowball together and rigged the bubble machine to spew bubbles during the slow dance songs. The dance had to end early and Jeff and Eddie never got caught
- Jeff's parents loves Eddie. They used to have sleepovers at each other's place almost every weekend.
- Jeff was the first person Eddie came out to. Jeff tried to be surprised and "that's great, man, thanks for telling me!" But Eddie saw right through that.
- Eddie is afraid of geese and spiders. Jeff thinks this is fucking hilarious.
- post-Vecna, Jeff is the one Eddie reconnects with first. Eddie tells him everything, despite the NDAs and Steve's warnings. Jeff believes him, because he knows there's wacky shit going on in Hawkins, and he's seen Eddie's wounds.
- they have that kind of friendship that nothing can break. Even if they don't see or talk to each other for years, because Life Happens and people lose touch, they'll always have part of themselves carved out for their best friend.
Ok, that's all I got for now, and sorry for the long ask! I just love Jeff so much and he (and Freak, too, because Freak gets ignored because of fatphobia) deserves just as much love and attention as Gareth gets.
What are your Jeff and Eddie headcanons?
I am loving this Jeff love and your headcanons, thank you so much for sending this to me!!! <3
I think with Unnamed Freak things are a bit different bc, yaknow, he doesn't have a name. For me at least that makes me hesitant to write about him so I don't wanna go as far as to say it's all bc he's fat (even though I'm not gonna deny that that probably also plays a part in how popular he is in this fandom urgh). Anyway, yes this fandom certainly does Jeff dirty. I think it's this gross combination of racism and people copying a lot from already existing stories, characterizations and headcanons without much critical thinking of their own (which baffles me, if you're creative enough to write a story please use that creativity for some originality ffs). Anyway, this is gonna turn into a rant again can you tell I'm still annoyed? so let's turn to something more positive now, like my headcanons for our beloved Jeff:
He was the first person in Hawkins (after Wayne obviously) that Eddie got close to. For Jeff it was kinda the same, being a black, nerdy boy in this town had been very isolating for him and Eddie was his first real friend.
Unnamed Freak made their duo into a trio a bit later. All the others in the group (including Gareth) were Eddie's "lost little sheepies" who he sought out to protect. This means that Jeff and Unnamed Freak are the only people who don't borderline worship Eddie but see him (and love him) for who he is including all his flaws. They're also the only ones not afraid to call him out on his bullshit.
Jeff's mom is really cool. Her name is Pauline and she's not like Jeff at all (she was a cheerleader in high school). Despite their differences they love each other a lot. (Jeff's mom is actually heavily featured in one of the fics I wrote so I got her all fleshed out lmao)
He has two little twin sisters. They're friends with Erica, one of them is one of her friends we meet in the mall in s3. He has this typical hate-love relationship with his sisters: they fight a lot, but at the end of the day, he would die for them.
HE'S BISEXUAL
While he can't wait to get out of Hawkins and to a place that'll be more accepting of him, he doesn't want to move too far away from his family.
He's the most loyal friend in the world, 100% a ride-or-die kinda guy
While he does love metal a lot, his guilty pleasure is Tina Turner
Tell me all your Jeff headcanons i wanna hear more about him!
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WAIT I'VE JUST HAD A HORRIBLE THOUGHT
(This is a midnight stream of thought, so I'm sorry if I got some details or quotes slightly off, but you should get the idea of what I am saying)
So Peirce's bequeathings in the hospital were all to do with torturing the recipient, right? (apart from Annie, his favourite) Each 'gift' having a front that seemed like something nice, or at the very least cathartic (Shirley's dvd)
Abed seemed to be another exception, but what if he wasn't? He wasn't as affected as the others, but that doesn't necessarily mean Peirce didn't try.
Peirce at the bare minimum knows Abed likes movies. Knows he likes recording things. So he asks Abed to record the events at the hospital. This matches the thread of his choices seeming on the surface to be nice. He's giving Abed an opportunity to do something he enjoys, placing a creative project onto his lap.
Abed thinks of himself as the outsider of the group, the observer. (he says as much after the chicken mafia ends). He also considers himself to pretty much not exist within the events in front of him once he is behind a camera ('I'm not in this scene'). Peirce, by getting Abed to point his camera at the rest of the group, ensures Abed isolates himself from them. Ensures that Abed's thoughts become true.
He cements this division from the rest by telling the camera (and therefore Abed) about his plan. Abed now cannot join the others in ignorance. He is in on it, the rest are not. Or to put it another way, they are a part of this event, and he is not.
Of course, there is nothing stopping Abed from putting down the camera and joining them as an active party. To tell the others what is going on so that everyone is in on it.
But he wouldn't. Abed wouldn't even consider breaking his personal code as a creative. He is, naturally, going to put the authenticity of the documentary over the 'right thing to do' as a friend (it isn't called friend business, it's show business'). He can only watch. If he does any more than that the entire situation is destroyed. The plot of the documentary, of the episode, vanishes.
The more chaos the situation devolves into, the more the incentive to keep quiet grows. The possibility that the others might be angry with Abed for knowing and staying silent. Of watching them rip themselves apart without a word. It helps that this gives Peirce the bonus that he might not have to face the flames completely alone. If Abed is the outsider, Peirce is the outcast. As much as he would vitriolically deny it, Peirce needs to attach himself to others far more than Abed, even if it is just to drag them down with him.
I think the reason that this isn't ever touched on in the episode is that Abed is used to his position as the lone watcher. It doesn't bother him as much, he has long become comfortable with it. He frames the world through his position as a viewer. Being able to do so from inside the room is a nice change. Being an outcast is different, I think that role would upset him, it's far closer to abandonment. Observing is far more intentional, a choice to step back.
Even in this line of thinking, I don't think Peirce would have considered his approach to Abed too far below the surface level. He is generally rather dismissive of him, so I doubt he'd care about 'teaching him a lesson' as much as he would for, say, Jeff.
He also probably doesn't know Abed's vulnerable spots like he knows the rest of the groups. He spends far more time either trying to impress them or tear them down, through which he learns more about them. Peirce may well have some sense for Abed's fear of abandonment, he was there to hear the letter about his mother's new family that made Abed shut down. (If he was REALLY trying to hurt Abed he could have used that, though that may have been more effort than he was willing to go to for Abed). Though Peirce is sometimes not the best at picking up on stuff, so he might have let the abandonment issues slip him by.
Peirce certainly doesn't know where Abed hurts the same way Troy would, or even Annie later on. Troy can rip Abed apart with a text far more effectively with a text than Peirce could with a gift.
In some way it's preferable to think that Abed was included in some twisted way to the bequeathings of Peirce Hawthorne than him just leaving Abed out of his death wishes twice.
It's funny, Peirce and Abed are a pair whose relationship with one another seems to actively get worse across the show. It starts with unintentional racism being met with nonchalance (I think that's the right word? Thinking of when Peirce asks if what he said to Abed was offensive and Abed says 'sure' and the script direction says 'with the tone of someone asked if they want water' or something like that).
Across the first few seasons they get to a point where I would almost call them friends. Little moments like a mention of Abed calling Peirce for help with a squirrel(I think? It's mentioned in the STD episode), or how Peirce defends Abed from Duncan near the end of the stop motion episode even though he has nothing to gain from it (perhaps it was solidarity, he had lost his own mother not long before), or the clip episode snippets. Those add up to them being more than acquaintances, even though there is nothing of real substance on camera. No friendship B plots. And then those little bits utterly disintegrate until they are barely acquaintances. In following seasons when Peirce calls Abed a terrorist or freak, or Abed says he hates Peirce for what he did to the US inspector spacetime, there is nothing to balance it. We can only take it at face value. And then it ends with a parting insult and an obligatory gift everyone else got, with no secondary personal gift. And then Troy's personal gift means he has to leave (Maybe Peirce did know how to properly wound Abed. He was jealous when Troy left to live with Abed, enough to give a mean housewarming gift)
But they hadn't reached that point when Peirce asked Abed to film at the hospital. It could be that Peirce still saw Abed as someone worth hurting then, as utterly fucked as that is (Peirce is NOT a good guy). Or he was trying to cause pain at both bequeathings. Or he spared no thought for Abed at all. They all seem possible. Turns out there are more ways to read all of this than I thought.
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*sneaks into your asks with WIP questions*
8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP
Follow up question if you’re up for it - how do you deal with shedding stuff that isn’t working?
(I’m struggling with getting attached to ideas or bits I’ve written and it’s hard to say nah I’ll bin it because WORDS exist 🥺)
11. 🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?
(Any tips on pushing through? You’ve written so many amazing epics I’m guessing there must have been times you got around a problem)
*lurks and awaits nuggets of nutty wisdom*
Ooooohkaaay, a scrapped idea ::pokes brain::
When I start writing, a good part of the time, I have no idea where I'm going. Sometimes I will have a single scene to write towards, sometimes I will scribble down a vague skeleton of an idea, but a lot of the time I have the scene I start with and then have to work out how the hell they got into that situation.
For example, my current 'Virg got shot' fic. I wrote that from a prompt that pretty much outlined the scene in purpose. Someone interrupting another person, trying to get their attention, but that person is too busy and brushes them away, until they say that they are shot and the freak out happens. Which is essentially what I wrote.
The purpose of writing it was just to write. I had zero plans of expanding it, I don't need any more wips. But then...
What about Scott's point of view? Would be interesting to see his thoughts, so I started writing that second bit. John poked his nose into the equation as I often like to let my characters' thoughts wander - it can be entertaining.
By the end of writing that bit, the fic is calling out for more. What's next? Could be a hospital scene...eh, boring...hmmm, why did he get shot? Is it related to anything else that has sprung up in the story? Damnit, I can't write tomorrow cos I have to work all day pretty much 8am - 8pm. But that is not going to stop me from building ideas.
But anyway, I'm waffling, I do that.
For Sweetapple part 3, I have a definite scene I'm writing towards. There will be a moment and I will love it and it will be great. Whenever I finally get there. And if it plays out as I see it or the story demands something else, well, hopefully that will be fun, too.
Cos sometimes those scenes change. 'Gentle Rain' was all about one scene that occurred in Chapter 12, but that scene never happened in the way it was conceived (cos it would have killed da Virg and we can't do that), so it came out differently. Ultimately I find character logic and plot demands write the story.
I have written myself into corners, even one where things took a sharp turn simply because I didn't have the energy to write what needed to be written if the story continued in the direction it was going. See if you can work out where I changed direction in 'Who do you save, John?' It bugs me each time I reread it and I'm tempted to write an alternative ending because it could have been so much more.
Then there are the fics with massive plot holes that I can't fix and just have to watch them as they sail past. 'The Tattoo' has a massive hole in it, but I wanted to explore the concept, so completely ignored it. The pedantic in me has a fit every time.
And I'm still waffling, sorry.
A scrapped idea...none in my current wips because...hold on...Callisto. I stopped writing Callisto because it was Virgil's birthday at the time and I needed a break, but mostly because I felt I was writing into a corner. Virgil was too whumped to function and I needed him to be funtioning. Multiple rereads has me questioning that decision, I could just keep writing and work around it. Also, Jeff isn't working the way I wanted him to, plus the Mechanic went on the voyage but hasn't had any impact on the plot. Wanted him to do stuff, but it hasn't written itself. So I stopped to re-evaluate. Unfortunately that is not how I normally write and stopping was a mistake cos I stopped...for years. I haven't thrown bits of the fic out yet, but it needs some fixing.
If I do 'throw something out' of a fic, I always keep it. I have a file that usually sits next to my main fic file that says something like 'Callisto - cuts'. I stash cut text in there just in case I need it later. Most of my long fics have one of those files sitting around somewhere.
What am I struggling with? This is also for @sofasurf ::hugs:: who also asked.
My problem isn't ideas, it is usually focus. Put it this way, if I was a kid in school now, I'd be diagnosed with some attention difficulties or executive dysfunction or whatever. I'm definitely on the spectrum (that was diagnosed when I was four, but my parents didn't believe the doctor apparently). I've had years of practise working with my brain and have minimised its effects on work and my life (being unable to finish things is a real curse) but as you can see, my creative life is still impacted.
So writing...I can only write in short bursts. My longest ever was 7000 words in one day, all day. Most of the time I write between 400 and 1500 words at a time. I use the Terry Pratchett method of 400 a day when I can, which is why you will often see short bits of my fic flung up on my blog. I try to write to a publishable point and not stop in the middle of a crucial scene or something, but both my working life and my attention span impact on what gets written. Some of those fics were all written on the side of the road outside my kids school in tiny little bits, fifteen minutes here, ten minutes there, that kind of thing. It has been a big thing for me to learn that little bits can make big things. I am now using this theory with my crochet as well :D
As for my current WIPs challenges. It comes back to asking myself questions - why was Virg shot? (I have an answer and I like it, but the fic will likely get bigger and Scotty might need to take out another country :D)
Vamp!Virg fic - currently deciding between POVs for the next scene. Also need to build some world rules.
Getting around problems can be simply switching POV or someone walks into the room. Characters can also be the greatest source of problems. Like the time Alan decided he wanted to visit the site of his mother's accident - I knew the moment I wrote his line that I now had several thousand more extra words to write and a pile of research to do (I now know a lot about Mount Rainier :D). But writing those words ended up with that ending....which I am so soppy about. I wrote poetry for goodness sake.
Ah, it's 10.30pm and I'm rambling all over the place making little sense.
In the end it is just writing. Don't push yourself too hard, remember it is supposed to be fun, not torture (yeah, right) and often a good thing to do is to poke a friend and ask them to slap you around the head a couple of times to knock some sense in. I have had several Thunderfam members do this for me. Thanks guys :D
Write little, write big, just write and see what happens.
Nutty
(sense is apparently optional)
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Sorry this is another artless post, but I had this Queers & Comics Conference/Panel on Bears/Big Boys/Queer Fat Art last night and I really enjoyed the discussion and discovering some new artists (Gengoroh Tagame had a separate keynote lecture afterwards that i was really into as well) but i won't lie i really shot up when I heard Ed Luce and Jeremy Owen were both wrestling fans. It got me thinking and it would be so cool to get some artists together for a fanbook/zine/illustration collection of fat bodies in wrestling.
I'm always thinking of something Kath Barbadoro said on an episode of Wrestlesplania, she was talking about Aja Kong and how she was presented as powerful and never the butt of the joke, and how wrestling is one of the few avenues where this paradigm exists (a fat body as a symbol of power) without any snide undercutting or irony. (Ignoring anything Vince McMahon puts his grubbly decrepit claws on, obviously)
Anyway just another cool and brilliant idea from me
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Circling back, i can't stop thinking about who would be a good fit (heehee) for this theme, Samoa Joe, Dusty Rhodes, Aja Kong, Combat Toyoda, that Yonkers nerd i always draw, Keith Lee, Tomohiro Ishii, Jeff Cobb, Mick Foley, RSP, Matt Tremont, Kevin Owens... oooh lordy
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First Impressions
Hi! So my next WIP is going to be Steddie and Buckingham Pride and Prejudice fic titled First Impressions. I'm currently in the middle of writing it and am hoping to have the full first chapter posted to AO3 sometime this week. It'll be based off the 2005 movie because things go into my brain easier in a visual format, I'm sorry, my brain is having a hard time, she's a mess. Thanks to @henderdads for reminding me this WIP existed and I need to stop procrastinating.
Here's the first 1.5k words of Chapter One, I hope you like it! 😘
A03
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"Have you heard? Harrington is back in town."
Eddie had to suppress an eye roll, keeping his gaze fixed on the whiskey in his hand and trying to ignore the conversation happening in front of him. Great, one more prick crawling back to Bum-Fuck-Nowhere Indiana after realising that 'finding yourself' didn't exactly work when there was absolutely nothing below the surface to find.
"Yeah, he's brought two girls with him apparently. You think one wasn't enough?"
Eddie stopped the stream of whiskey just short and topped it off with Coke. They wouldn't notice. He slid the glass across the bar towards them, putting the bottle back on the shelf behind him.
It had taken him a minute or two to recognise them when they walked in but now that he had, he would underpour every drink they ordered from him, the bastards.
Tommy and Carol had been a pair of dicks in school. Mean for fun. He was pretty sure they didn't even recognise him, barely glancing his way as they called out their orders.
"Not for him. You remember what he was like. Before."
"Think he managed to get his mojo back in California?"
"Only one way to find out. He's back at his parents' place. Throwing some kind of Welcome Home party."
"How the hell did you find that out?"
"Eddie!"
He whipped his head around at the sound of his name. Gareth was standing at the end of the bar, tapping his drumstick against his wrist.
"C'mon!"
He glanced down at his own watch.
9.30pm
Thank Christ for that. He hurriedly untied his apron from around his hips, dipping into the back office to throw it on a chair and calling out a quick "Lunch break!" to Charlie who didn't even look up from her magazine, waving him off.
"You good here on your own, Lionheart?" Eddie asked, turning to the other bartender, a boy of nineteen with wide innocent eyes and an easy smile as he took his beloved guitar from Gareth's hands.
Lionel giggled and gestured around at the practically empty bar. "I think I'll survive."
"You're a star, kid."
"Hey, after this do you think you could mix me up a Healing Potion?" Gareth asked as they settled in on stage.
"Do you not remember what happened last time?"
"No, I don't remember, isn't that the point?"
"Love treating you badly?" Jeff put his hand over the mic in front of him as he asked, turning around to look at them.
"Work is treating me badly."
"Sure. And Will is still with that guy."
"Jeff, I will use your head as my kick drum." Gareth snapped, pointing a drumstick at him.
"Alright, alright. Jeff, leave the poor halfling rogue alone, we've only got twenty-five minutes left. Gare, if you can make sure Charlie doesn't see, I'll make you your poisonous drink. Now count us in." Eddie settled his guitar against his hips and waited for his cue. They didn't need a verbal introduction, it was the same five drunks as usual. Hagan and Perkins didn't count.
He just hoped the crashing, thumping music would be enough to wash the name Steve Harrington from his memory for good.
It was nearly one in the morning by the time Eddie got home. He was momentarily surprised to find Chrissy awake before remembering she'd said something about a night out with the girls before he left.
"Have a good time?" He asked, dumping his bag by the couch and throwing himself down next to her. She immediately curled into his side, draping her pink throw over both of them, her face illuminated by whatever late night nonsense was playing on the TV.
They were a weird duo, the two of them. The Freak and the Queen. But after the earthquake of '86 and all the insane shit that came after, they were practically inseparable. Best friends, siblings, platonic soulmates.
Their apartment together was a perfect example of the complete clash of personalities. Like two full speed trains that had collided. Chunky knit soft pink throws draped over the couch contrasted with black painted brick work and what was, in his opinion, artful graffiti. Metal posters stuck up haphazardly side by side with pop princess icons spaced evenly apart.
The bookshelf was stuffed with D&D manuals, miniatures, classic literature, dice, plants, old cheerleading pom poms, fashion magazines, nail polish, small pride flags and team spirit flags. Photos were lining the walls of raggedy boys holding up devil horns and athletic girls cheering with a giant trophy between them.
Floral curtains and animal skulls. Combat boots and high heels. Delicate feminine gold earrings and bracelets next to chunky masculine silver rings and black corded necklaces.
Even the bathroom had the two of them littered all over it. Intense skincare that looked to Eddie like potion bottles, 3-in-1 that Chrissy said was a crime against the human body. Fluffy guest towels that weren't supposed to be touched even though he used them anyway. Hair masks and tampons next to spare lube and condoms. Perfume and cologne lined up side by side.
The only place that was completely their own was their respective bedrooms.
In one, a full length mirror and vanity sporting heaps of makeup next to a bed that was always perfectly made piled high with way too many throw pillows and stuffed animals. Old cheer hair bows in a corkboard along with team photos, medals decorating the walls, shocking pink workout equipment stacked neatly in a corner and the floor dressed up with white faux fur rugs.
In the other, a thrifted typewriter sat on top of an antique desk that was littered with notebooks, spare pages, crumpled up attempts and coffee stains. The wall was so covered in more band posters, DnD posters, flyers, vinyls, artwork and drawings that they had started to creep onto the ceiling. On top of his bedside table was a teetering stack of books that was going to fall over soon. A heap of unwashed clothes sat in one corner and a heap of clean clothes sat in another. The corner of a fitted sheet lifted up on a bed that looked like it had never been properly made in its life. There was an empty spot to the side where his guitar would usually sit once Gareth got it back to him and a stray d4 that was on the floor somewhere that he just knew he was going to step on one of these days.
"Yeah." She giggled happily. "Really good."
"No drunken cheer routines this time?"
"No, but you'll never guess who we met."
"Do tell, my maiden fair."
"Steve's back. He's throwing himself and his friends a welcome home party on Saturday. We're invited."
We?
Eddie tried his best not to groan out his frustration. Why was he surprised? Chrissy and Harrington ran in the same circles for most of their lives.
"Well I'm sure you and the girls will have a great time."
Chrissy tilted her head up to look at him with her big, pleading baby blue eyes. "No, I mean he invited us."
He stared down at her in bewilderment. "Us?"
"Yeah, well when he invited me I think he could tell I was nervous and he told me I could bring someone."
"So why not one of the girls, they're already going right?"
"It's not the same, you know it's not the same."
"Chris, honey, I don't fancy the idea of being surrounded by the people who tormented me for years while they get brazen and drunk."
"No, it's not going to be that kind of thing. He said it was supposed to be a small get together but word got out somehow so he figures he might as well invite people he likes."
"And that includes you, does it?"
Chrissy's narrowed her eyes. "Yes it includes me. I've told you, we were friendly back in school. He looked out for me, noticed things when others didn't. I told you about that time he found me in the bathroom-"
"Yeah, I- I know." He had to cut off that train of thought right there, running his hand up and down her arm. No need to go back to dark memories when they didn't have to. She hadn't relapsed in two years.
"He's not what you think he is, Eddie. He's sweet and kind and I think you'd like him if you gave him a chance. You've never even spoken to him."
"Don't need to. I know enough."
"You know what you've heard. Rumours and gossip. I mean they used to call you a Satan worshipper."
Eddie huffed.
Chrissy blinked her big eyes up at him again. "The boys are going."
"The boys? The- the Hellfire boys? Like, the kids?"
"Yeah. They're friends with him, you know that. They talk about him all the time."
"I tend to block them out when they do that. But they're kids! He's inviting them to a party?!"
"They're eighteen, Ed."
He rolled his eyes but wouldn't budge. There was no way he was going on Saturday.
Chapter continues on AO3
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the girl I am in love with ghosted me for 3 days and after I told her that I am upset about that she told me over text that she does not want any contact with me anymore. I begged her to just talk about it and send her messages but she ignored all of them. I am just so confused. the week prior she told me that she is falling in love with me and that I am her dream girl and now I basically don‘t exist to her anymore. I am just so lost and can‘t stop crying. I miss her so bad.
I'm so sorry, this sucks. I don't know if this is gonna help/ease the pain but I know it helped me - and all I can really do is share my journey. I immediately had to think about this quotation by Jeff Brown: "Because so many of us carry shame, we have a tendency to personalize love’s leavings, triggered by the rejection and feelings of abandonment. But this is not always true. Sometimes it has nothing to do with us. Sometimes the one who leaves is just not ready to hold it safe." - and I don't think this person is ready to hold it safe. Sometimes connections can be really triggering. You deserve someone who is consistent, who is able to communicate and express their feelings, who wants to grow, learn and heal individually and with you.
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You haven't seen the movie and I am glad you didn't. It was... well... I'm just wondering if there's gonna be the second movie, without DoB, do you think we'll get anything good? Jeff said there was a scene, which didn't make it, where Lydia picks up phone to call someone and the camera shows Stiles' name on it, I just... This gives me too much hope, right? how can one trust Jeff Davis after pre-season 4 interviews and pre-movie interviews...
Everything I’ve heard about the movie has made me even more glad I didn’t see it too. So, I’m sorry to say it, but no, I don’t hold out hope for any quality Stydia in future films. Without Stiles we are missing half of our OTP – and the beating heart of Teen Wolf. There, I said it. Not taking it back. The show is lifeless without Dylan O'Brien.
As far as Jeff Davis’s comments… After all this time, I’ve learned not to put much stock into what he says. He's notorious for tossing fans breadcrumbs—and then, not delivering the goods. I’ve lost track of how many times he has teased cut scenes over the years. Remember how there was supposed to be a Stydia love scene in 6x10?
The fact that he even mentioned this new cut scene is suspicious. Why not just SHOW IT? He literally has the power to decide what stays and what goes. I don’t believe it has anything to do with time or expense. Like most Stydia scenes, it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds, which is a drop in the ocean in an almost 2.5-hour movie. And what TW saved on their lighting budget over the years surely could have been put into a Stydia Savings Account to fund the filming of a ten-second scene.
You're right to be cautious. I don’t trust JD either. I mean, there were other ways to explain Stiles’s absence—but he chose the version where Lydia leaves him, and frankly, it feels cruel. Sure, there were worse options (which we will not discuss) but still… Why break up the only couple that no one actually got to see as a couple? Again, show, don’t tell. Jeff claims to love Stydia, but he had a similar opportunity to work around Dylan’s absence (i.e. ALL of 6b) and he did the bare minimum, for the most part choosing to ignore Stydia at every turn. Obviously, Dylan couldn’t be there, but that didn’t mean Stiles couldn’t be. What about texts, emails, photos? And Dylan was in the finale that does not exist. But where was the Stydia we waited for? Hardly any eye contact, a brief hand hold, and (thankfully) the two of them getting out of the Jeep together at the end. More breadcrumbs...
All things considered, it’s actually a miracle we got the Stydia we did over six years. And that is in huge part thanks to Dylan O’Brien and Holland Roden. The way they understood and played these characters, the way they (especially Dylan) fought for Stydia was commendable and unforgettable. I’m more than happy to keep what they gave us close to my heart, to keep insisting that 6x10 was the finale, and to bolt for the nearest exit next time a movie date is announced.
Thank you for your question, love. I’m SO sorry I couldn’t be reassuring. Just remember, we’re all in this together. The Stydia we know and love haven’t changed. Plus, there are always fics to read for new, much more satisfying content.
#tw movie#asks#thanks anon!#sorry for the rant#this answer was probably more than you bargained for#I can't help it#I have opinions#and JD just makes me so#MAD#also... I love stydia#so I ramble#stydia#stiles and lydia#stiles#lydia martin#dylan o'brien#holland roden#remember I love queue
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Hey, fun fact!
If he had existed in real life, Butch Deloria would've loved you! He would have loved how social and confident you are and he would see you as a younger sibling!
If she had existed in real life, Jinx would've adored you! She would be in love with how protective you are towards your friends and would've want to hang out with you a lot!
If Jeff the Killer was real, he would care about you a lot! He would love how caring and patient are towards the people you care!
And lastly, i really admire all the traits I listed above, Chara! You are an amazing human being and I'm extremely grateful to be friends with you! Happy birthday, my friend 💌
(Also idk why there is a big gap below the title. Pls ignore that. Sorry that it took so long, i had to delete a d rewrite this over and over multiple times QwQ. Anyway, i love you a lot!! Also the whole thing is /pos and /gen)
OMG THIS IS SO FUCKIN SWEET TYSM BADGER ILYSM/p
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Hi Flower! Thanks for the ask, and sorry for taking so long to get to it! I've been pretty busy all week, a fact I forgot about when I reblogged this ask game.
I'm gonna introduce you to an OC who is not currently attached to any WIP but I also very much want to do something with him and the world I've created around him.
Anyways, this is Daedalus Smythe. That hasn't always been his name (in canon, that is), but for his current purposes, it works just fine.
[ID in alt, second image for scale. The first image is mine and the second is from Ivana Cajina on Unsplash.]
[Also, Ignore the fact that his hair is shaded differently from his face. I accidentally deleted the layer with the highlights and didn't realize until it was too late.]
Daedalus, apart from being a character I rotate in my head like he's in a microwave 24/7, is an interdimensional assassin extraordinaire. He works for an organization that exists outside all of the *gestures wildly to basically everything that exists* and was created by the first civilization to create interdimensional travel in order to keep the peace and, most importantly keep other people from figuring out how to get between the dimensions too. It's a little bit convoluted but makes more sense when I'm writing.
All in all, Daedalus is one of my recent favorite characters--a blorbo if you may. He has questionable morals, he is very bisexual, he's beginning to question the ethics and morality of what he's doing and who he's working for, he's fighting space jeff Bezos, he hates kids and then accidentally adopts one, he's starting to wonder if his whole life has been a lie, he has a nicotine addiction, his best friend is a snarky blue five-eyed alien who steals books from him, oh god what has he been doing with his life this isn't right, he's overconfident, he lost his left leg to a giant carnivorous plant, etc. etc.
He's also one of my favorite characters to sketch, so I have pages of sketches of him just being goofy in all of my notebooks :)
I'm not sure where to put him & everything that comes with him. I think that he'd fit well in a comic book, video game, or TV show, and not quite as much in a novel, but it could work.
#answered#ask game#oc: daedalus#my art#the colors are off on my computer screen & it's bothering me so much bc i drew it on my phone and he looks weird now#but otherwise it is he
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OUT OF TOUCH PART 1 ♡
OUT OF TOUCH PART 2 ♡
OUT OF TOUCH PART 3 ♡
OUT OF TOUCH PART 4 ♡
OUT OF TOUCH PART 5 ♡
summary : it's been 6 months you're with Eddie and his friends, you're happy and grateful for everything until your fear gets into you, 2 weeks you've been avoiding him, ignoring him, getting guilty of your own actions because he has done nothing to you but love and care, you're afraid of own feelings can you let go of your own demons and finally let him into your heart?
PLEASE! DON'T CONTINUE TO READ IF ANY OF THESE WARNINGS TRIGGERING ARE YOU!
warnings : EDDIE MUNSON x FEM! reader, no use of y/n but reader is Amanda Jones, language, reader is having a panic attack, reader has a bullying trauma, self-pity, insecurity, self-doubt, losing a loved one, Eddie is (21), reader is (19) that's all :))
what to expect : angst, fluff Eddie's sudden confession to reader, happy ending of course!
note to reader : HERE IS THE FINAL PART! AHHHH I CAN'T WAIT TO DO MORE FICS IN THE FUTURE! I HOPE YOU ENJOYED MY VERY FIRST SERIES! 🥺💜✨
author note : I'm still trying my best to write better hahaha I'm new to this I'm just writing for fun and I hope you liked my ideas! 🫶🏻
THE STORY IS SET IN 1987!
and yes I remove the part where Eddie DIDN'T DIE! 😤
while walking passed by the basketball court- you saw Lucas lowingly his head down even though you can't see his face he looks like he's having a bad time
Your face softens and you walk towards to him
"It's everything, okay?"
He raise his head up and blink his tears away and shakes his head "y-yeah, everything is fine."
"No- it's not" you snort
He blushes creeps up into his cheeks in embarrassment of lying poorly as he chuckles slightly "Yeah" he scratches the back of his neck
You sat down beside him
You and Lucas enjoyed each other's slience for a moment
Until you decide to break it "So, what's up?"
He looks over to varsity players and it seems like they're having fun with the other basketball players without him
You follow his gaze and you huffed and at that point you already know what's going on
Lucas turns his head at you and decides to speak up about it "I really thought I had the place to be in their world after I won the championship game."
All of you are in that day, all of you are present and Lucas smiles so widely when he sees you're also there as well! He is so happy all of his friends are there
after the game- you congratulated him and celebrate for a moment until he decides to spend it with his new found friends
Until it went all wrong from what he expected
"I get that, I've been there before, you know" both of his eyebrows raise together as he totally forgotten you're in that exact position like he was before and he feels sorry for bringing up something that is very unpleasant
"Oh- god, I'm sorry- I didn't mean to- you cut him off
"No, it's okay, it's their loss actually" you scoffed "depends on the person too, it just so happens that you end up with a douche like them" you gesture to the school jocks
Lucas glances back at them and he frowns
"They only acknowledge your existence when you done something that gains them and after that they ignored you like nothing ever happened."
Lucas shifts his seat and he swallows because all of what you just said is right- that's exactly what happened to him after the championship game- he is just a shadow like he doesn't matter
"That's why I stopped pushing myself to be in their world when there's other more people who can truly support you and love you for what you just did- I was like fuck this I'm out- I'm going to find better people than them." You throw your hands up and laugh
Lucas laughs too and he smiles fondly as his mind wonders one thing.... his friends- Eddie, Dustin, Mike, Will, Jeff and Gareth, Max and even you...
"You're right, Amanda" he nods at you "at first I wanted to be like them, I've had enough like the rest of my life I was bullied and I wanted to change that but after I spend months with them- I realized I was wrong-" he forehead scrunches as he remembers how they treated Eddie and his friends and they're we're so mean to them and so harshly bad at them like what's the point of being popular if you're just being a dick to everyone? and also spreading lies about their Hellfire Club.... It sickens him
"Don't ever blame yourself for it, Lucas," you place your hand over his shoulder "just put it like this way...the reason why this happened to you... maybe it wants you to teach something... there's a lot of bad people in this world whatever you do, no matter what you try to avoid them, you will always encounter someone like them... if there's so much people like them be a good one!" you show him a smile and that made him smile as well
"You're such a good friend, Amanda, I'm so grateful to have you in my life." He says it with so much honestly in his eyes
Your eyes become glossy his words goes straight to your heart- you smile and you throw your arm to his side and you give him a squeeze
He rests his head on top of yours "I wish I were, Lucas."
"But you are?" He says looking back at you with his eyebrows knitted together
You hum in agreement and you shake your head "Thank you"
He tilts his head at you "What's going on with you and Eddie?" He gives an pointed look
You remove your hand from him and you rest them on your lap
You sigh "I'm working on it, don't worry." You look over him with a grateful smile
He looks over your eyes and searches for dishonesty but he sees nothing but fear and compassion at the same time- he believes you
He smiles and he says "Both of you are my favorite couple, I'm going to vote for the both of you at the prom." He closes his eyes shut and his eyes widen to what he just said and there's nothing else he can do to bring it back
"Oh? there's a prom going on?"
He sighs of relief a little bit as he hears that you didn't not suspect something suspiciously
"Uh- yeah" he stammers "Junior and Senior high prom together."
You nod at him
Eddie walk passes by at the basketball court and he saw you and Lucas together and his heart warms seeing you laughing- it's been a while since he saw you like that his heart easily sends so much thump in his chest watching you closely- god- he wishes that you look like that all the time
He doesn't even realizes that Mike is in front of him
"Eddie?"
He jumps back into reality- his head goes turn back to and to Mike "Oh- h-hey, Mike." he stutters
"Amanda, came into our house last night and she talks to my sister, Nancy, and she told me she's alright but I really don't buy it as she looks so bad yesterday." He paused
Eddie's eyes widen and his face turns into worrisome
"I-I didn't mean to pry, I'm just worried that's all" Mike throws his hand up in defense
Eddie smiles at the boy and he is truly thankful that he has friends like him
"Is there something wrong between the two of you?" He asks
He sighs and he clears his throat "we're not doing any good at the moment but we'll be okay." He reassures him
He smiles with a hopeful look on his eyes "Do you think she already knows?"
"Knows about what?"
"The prom?" he brings up the same flyer that has given to him few weeks ago and Eddie already knows he is giving it to El
"Oh- yeah- right" he breathes deeply "no- I don't think she knows it yet."
He smiles sadly at him "But I believe the both of you will be together at the end."
Eddie's face softens as he says "Thanks, Mike."
"You guys are the endgame." Mike added with a smile on his face
Friday, another night at Steve's house, Movie night
You don't wanna attend the movie night because you know that Eddie will be there but you also don't wanna disappoint Steve so you fix yourself up a little bit still so fucked up as you try to get yourself together
Eddie picks the movie that they're going to watch and it's the Lost Boys
You arrived very early at Steve's house and of course your bestfriend always notices something in you that isn't right
Steve gives you that look that says "Stop punishing yourself for this"
You hissed at him and you walk inside to his house and flop down to his couch
You're wearing worn out a gray acid wash KISS stretchy tee that almost look like half off shoulder as it shows the strap of your bra and classic blue denim pants with Nike
You didn't even care if your eyeliner is very bold you just leave it as it is and your hair is a mess but still looks good as your push it over to the side
Steve rolling his eyes might stuck behind his head when he watches you- sulking around
"Am I even allow to speak?" He asks as he leans back to his front door
"Yeah- as long as you're not scolding me about him" you say as you cross your arms not looking at him instead you look down at the carpet
He's controlling his anger over you as he doesn't want to spoil this evening
It's been 3 days ago since you have that conversation with Steve
That night, when both of you cried and clinging to each other's arms
Steve couldn't believe you're acting like this- he hates this attitude- it upsets him so much- he doesn't like it
He had enough- he shouts at you "Stop being so fucking stubborn and just say what you want in his face not leading him up like this! I thought you don't want him to get hurt?!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NOW?!?"
You glare at him with fire in your eyes filled with guilt
"Don't give me that fucking look, Amanda"
He walk towards you and he is now standing in front of you
"Just because you're sad doesn't mean the others around you needs to suffer." He says with a stern look
His words cut deep into your soul and it almost like something falls heavier inside your chest
Your eyes are now flaming with so much anger until you blow up
You stand up so quickly that Steve almost fall back- he almost forgot that you can beat up someone so easily
"Fine! I'm the worst daughter, I'm the worst friend, hell- I think I might've been the best future girlfriend to someone you're referring to-" you start and you walk towards him as he backs up slowly until he is against the wall
"Say all you want but I am numb, it stings but I don't feel anything anymore, I fucking- I fucking regret the things that I've done, Steve- you don't know everyday I suffer from the actions that I did wishing that I didn't do it." You say as your voice cracks and that made Steve drops his uprising anger across his face slightly
"I've lost all of my confidence, I try to gain them back but I still struggle- it hurts- I know it's been years since all of those people did to me- completely killing me mentally." you chuckled sarcastically
"I know you want me to be happy but just let me think for once, okay? just leave me alone" you sigh in exasperation
Steve stay silent as he stares at you and he rubs his eyes
Eddie- of course, Eddie came after you
You can see his eyes light up as he saw you in there but quickly fades as he senses the tension in the room
You rolled your eyes at him and you walk towards the backyard
Steve walks over to him and he plastered a smile at him
Eddie knows Steve he doesn't look good like he interrupted a steaming confrontation
He is so confused- it almost like he doesn't even recognize you anymore, not only your actions changed but also your appearance
You're still beautiful to him whenever you're in your bad days
All of the gang came inside Steve's house
You distance yourself in them
Not only Eddie is confused but also them are confused as well but Lucas is the only one who can understands the situation even though you don't talk that much
"I knew- it's a wrong decision to come over here" you think to yourself
You're watching the half of the film while you drank iced tea
Eddie always taking chances to look at you
He wants to do something and finish this once and for all
You stand up and walk towards to the table where all the goodies are- you grab a small bag of potato chips and feeling someone behind your back and you turn around
It's Dustin
He smiles slighty and he looks like he wants to ask you something but he couldn't bring himself up to say it
"What is it, Dustin?" You ask politely not wanting to make the kid feel bad
He shakes his head
"I promise- I won't bite"
"I- I just wanna say.... I missed you being at our table during lunch time." He clasped both of his together with a small smile
Your eyes softens and your serious expression drops down
"Not- only on lunch time though- I- I just really miss hanging out with you- that's all." He added
Before you can reply to him, Mike appear beside you as he says "You don't want us anymore?" Mike asks while he tries to look at your eyes
You finally looked at him and you sigh "No- no- I still love you guys." You say
"But why you're not sitting with us anymore?" Dustin asks
"Guys, don't pressure her" Lucas claps his hands to get his friends attention
You look around and you saw Lucas coming closer to the table to grab a donut and you smile at him
You bring back yourself to Dustin and Mike "I'm just... having a hard time at the moment but I promise... I'll be back soon- of course I won't forget all of you." You say and they miss that genuine smile you have and that convinces them
"I bet she's already taking you guys for granted"
Steve voice echoes through your skull and it bleeds out to your ear
Your face goes back to cold expression again
You turn around and you scoffed and walk away from the table
"Okay, dude- what the fuck was that?" Lucas exclaimed
"She fucking deserves it- you know? she needs to be waken up and make her realize that she is wrong!" he yells
"Steve- didn't you forget that she is your childhood bestfriend?!" Dustin says with a tone coming out his voice
He tsked "I know that but she-" he gets cut off by Mike
"You're going to regret all of this sooner or later, yeah- you have the right to be mad at her but you also don't want her to suffer more, that's not what bestfriends do." Mike says
Lucas, Dustin and Mike we're all right and 100% right he hates that this is happening to your friendship and it's the first time ever you both done something that you both will never forget, it's your first argument with each other, first time really getting mad but never hating each other even though sometimes when things get really bad you both hate the words coming out of your mouth coming from anger
that's how much you cared for each other
as much you wanted to stop this foolishness you just wanted something to get over with your head, you just wanted to scream all of those bottled up emotions that you had with all of those years, you're mad at yourself for not fighting and defending yourself, you hate yourself because you let them do that to you, you think that you're the problem, you wished that if you did those things that they do you wouldn't be like this even though you knew it yourself you won't going to like it, you're just doing it so you can fit in to their world....
that's the reason why you went rogue for 2 weeks, moping around and sulking around because you're afraid to admit of your own feelings
All of this chaos will change tonight
Steve stares at the 3 boys and he ducks his head down slowly, massaging his neck in the process
"I just don't...." He begins "I-I just don't want to see both of friends who are very important to me lose themselves."
"I just want them to be happy." he sighs as he flashes out a sad smile
"Don't make it hard for her, okay?" Lucas nods at him
"The storm will pass" Dustin added
"It will be better at the end, I'm very sure of it, Steve." Mike reassures him
All of you are watching the movie that Eddie picked out
Lucas and Max are both sitting on the carpet floor
Dustin and Mike are both sitting in the couch
While Gareth and Jeff you overheard them talking about comic books at the coffee table beside
Steve and Robin are both standing behind the sofa as they both leaning their backs against the wall as they watch the movie
Steve is taking any chance glancing at you while Robin notice the concern in his eyes, Nancy follows her gaze
Eddie on the other head is sitting alone on the side his knee is jumping up and down as he tries to decide whether he or should not confront about your behavior towards him
You're the one is on the dining table alone as well
You checked your watch on your wrist, it says 8:30pm
"I've stayed long enough" you think to yourself
You get up and reach down at the doorknob before you step outside, you glanced over at Steve where you already find him staring at you
He weakly nods but you can't miss the disappointing expression on his eyes
You blinked and you sigh as you close the door
Steve looks back to where Eddie is
Only to find he's not there anymore and he realizes he went out to follow you and so does he
You walked fast, you just want to go home as soon as possible but you can't help but feel worse to do this to your friends
you bite down your bottom lip from stopping yourself to have a mental breakdown in the streets at night
You shove your hands in your pockets as you can feel yourself shaking uncontrollably and your chest rises up heavily you can't breathe normally at this point
You're having an panic attack
Eddie runs out to find you sighing as he saw you not so far away yet
He jogs out to reach you and he calls out your name
Hearing his voice again only adds more guilt to your heart
You refuse to look back at him "Leave me alone, Eddie"
He's already there beside you looking at you with his confused expression
He tries to catch your eyes to look at him but you still refused
You didn't halt your tracks to talk to him but he still follows you
"W-What's wrong?" He asks
The back of your eyes are now filling up with burning tears
You quietly sob but Eddie manages to hear it, of course he did- he always does
"Did I do something?" He asks but you didn't respond again
"Please, talk to me." He asks again- he knows deep down it has nothing to do with him, you're just having a hard time trying cope up with your feelings but he just wants you to confront about it because he had enough of it
It has stop, he doesn't want you to be like this forever
"Don't make me do this, Amanda" his tone grows more serious than before
You ignore him yet again
He grumbles in frustration as he hold both of your shoulders and stops right in front of you to make you look at him
You're now finally looking at his eyes are now filled with confusion, anger and sadness
You swallowed nervously at the sight of it, you tried to make a move and escape from his hands but he holds you still so you won't leave him again
"Answer"
"What?"
"Just answer me? please?" he says with a pointed look on his face
You blinked and you can tell that he is upset about you and yet somehow he can manage to control his anger and he still acts respectful to you
He can never ever hate you
"Stop it, Eddie"
"Stop- what?"
"Stop doing this!"
"I just want you to answer me!"
"Let me go, Eddie!"
He did let go of you but he blocks out every way you try to get rid of him
"You're still afraid aren't you?"
"W-what?"
"You're a coward"
"I don't know what you're talking about" you say as you crossed your arms ignoring your stomach drops to where this is going
"Oh- you know exactly what I mean" he huffed and laughs incredulously
"No, I don't-" he cuts you off
"See? Right there, that's fucking in denial"
You stare at him in silence
"I liked you since day one and you're just scared to admit it."
You gasped at his sudden confession and you tear away your eyes at him but he lifts your chin up
"You're afraid of your own feelings and you know that I am right."
His words are like broken glass shards that went stabbing through your heart
He's right, he sees through you, he can sense every emotion that you're having
Your eyes threatening to spill so you push him away and you turned your back at him to continue walking
He scoffs as he follows you
"So, tell me, Amanda, is it Steve?!"
You look at him at his insane question "No" you shouted while your voice cracks
"Then, what is it?!"
"I-I don't know."
"You fucking don't know?!"
"I'm not having this right now"
"Bullshit- We're having this right now whether you like it or not"
You went silent- your heartbeat goes faster and faster
"If there's no one else then why are you doing this?!
"Why- you try making it hard for yourself?!
You don't answer
"I have loved you ever since I laid my eyes on you, I've waited and never stopped loving you even you're acting like this"
You glare back at him and you went back staring at the streets
"I know, you have this past that you don't seem get healed from it yet but I'm going to help you no matter what, you know that right?"
Suddenly you feel so sick and your body feels heavy
So it is true, all of them from Wayne, his friends and Marlon
He truly does care for you and he even likes you from the start and that made you emotional
"Amanda, I am not like those people, they're not me! don't ever think I would do that to you, I would fucking totally kill myself if I ever hurt you" he pauses and he clears his throat not to breakdown from his own set of tears
"I try to understand you everytime we go together"
"I just don't want you seeing like you like this"
"If- if you're having bad days I want to be there for you on your side."
"I get so confused why you're trying to push me away or like any of us who are genuinely do care for you."
"If you don't feel the same way as I do, that's fine, I'll be there always" he knows that you liked him too but he wants to hear it coming from you
He reaches down at your hand stopping you from walking
You turned around at him and you scrunched up your forehead and you can't hold back the tears anymore as you slumped your shoulders down and you feel weak
But you still try to break free from his grip in your hand
He saddens to see you like this but he still wants some answers from you
"Tell me, Amanda"
"T-tell you, what" you croak out looking at him with your blurry eyes from tears streaming down on your face
"That you love me."
You jolted at his words and finally his grip on you is loose
Eddie pushes you against the wall placing both of his hands on the sides of your face, caging you in front of him
"Answer me"
"No- I don't-"
"I can't keep going on like this forever" he shakes his head at you
"Just let me go home"
"I will- if you just answer me"
"I-I can't-"
"No- tell me- right now!"
"Eddie-"
"Do you love me?!"
"S-stop"
"I said, do you love me?!?" He yelled
"Yes" you shouted
His gaze softens as he hears your response and he searches for dishonesty on your eyes, he finds nothing but fondness
"I burn for you"
He blinks as he removes his hands on the wall
"I burn for you everytime when we're together"
"You have no idea how much I devoted for you all this time" you paused sniffling as you wiped your tears
"I yearn for you everytime when I'm away from you"
Eddie stumbles back at your words and he immediately cups your cheeks and gives you a sloppily kiss and you squeal from his action but you kissed him back and your close your eyes and throw your arms around his neck and he deepens the kiss and holds your waist even tighter and yet you're both longing at each other and you miss his touch, his scent and you miss him
He doesn't want this to end, he doesn't want to break the kiss, he wants to hold you like this forever and ever
He wants to say something so he cuts it leaving you chasing after his lips "I love you" he places another kiss on your lips "I really love you, Amanda" he kisses it again
Your gaze softens while you're looking at him- your heart flutters at his actions wiping your tears on your cheek and he caresses it
You can feel another set of flood of tears building up "I don't deserve you, Eddie"
He rolls his eyes at you "Don't ever say that, please, you're worthy of love, Amanda"
"Just let me love you"
as he places another kiss on your lips, he groaned when you run down your hand from his chest down to his waist pulling him more closer to you- he cups your ass and you mewled from his action
Eddie loved you from being just you, Just Amanda, he doesn't care about your past, he doesn't care about people might think of you, he loves all about your ramblings, your love of movies and music, your cool outfits and your attitude when it comes to mean people like bullies, you're such a badass girl and yet here you are caving in so easily for him and you don't even know why this felt so wrong, he deserves someone better
You pushed him back catching your breath
"But Eddie, I treated you so bad, you deserve someone-
He hushes you "I don't want anyone else, I only want you."
You look back at his eyes- it swims with love and adoration
"Oh" is the only thing you can say incredibly speechless of all the confession he had just said
It is just so hard for you to let that all sink in- you just couldn't believe someone like him to give you so much love and care and you don't know how to act and what to do
"What is it, sweetheart?"
"Take me home"
He frowns at your response and he sadly smiles
"No- Eddie, I said take me home with you."
You can never miss the way his eyes light up
"Gladly"
Eddie takes you to his van and when he looks back at Steve's house
He saw him standing in there and he give him a grateful smile
When you arrived at Eddie's trailer he takes you immediately to his room
He lays you down on his bed and he gives you cuddles and kisses
He's holding you and you're laying on his arms hugging into you in the process
He caresses your cheek and you let him run his fingers through your hair
Your heart sinks how much you appreciate this comfortable silence with him
You're so blessed- you don't even know it
"I'm so sorry, Eddie"
"For what?"
You shrug "for hurting you"
"You never did hurt me"
"But I did" you start "and I will never forgive myself for it
He doesn't respond, he hugs you instead
"I could never hate you" he saids it to your ear and places a kiss on top of your head
he can feel you smiling at his response
"I just- I didn't know that this could happen to me, all my life I thought I could never have this."
"Like what?"
"loving me for what I am and truly respects me"
If this was another person he would just want you for your body but with Eddie.... It's different..... he could get used to this forever
He would volunteer to take away your pain in your heart so that you can never suffer again
You loved Eddie because he is true to himself and Eddie loved you for being brave and strong
He pulls back to look down on you only to find you already looking at him
He smiles at you and he tucks your hair behind your ear
"I saw you with Lucas, the other day"
"You did?"
"Yeah, you always doubting yourself that you're a bad person when you're not"
"You helped my friends and you make them happy- I do love them but it's not the same without you in it."
Your eyes became glossy
"I can't function without you on my side, Amanda" he added
"I don't know what I would do if you're not there on my side, if ever that happens, you can never avoid me, I will always be there."
"Do you really meant it?"
"What?"
"That you love me?"
"Of course, I do"
"Are you certain?"
"I am certain"
You stare at him for a moment and you can really tell that he is saying the truth
You buried your face into his chest and you sob
He panicked- he pulled you away to look at you
"W-what- what's wrong?"
You shake your head
"Darling-"
"I'm just really happy" you laughed
"Oh, my love, you got me worried" he chuckled
"Thank you, Eddie"
"For what?"
"For showing me that I am worthy"
"And I would never stop that you are worthy of everything" he says while looking at you he tugs out a sweet smile
You smiled at him and you hug him while you rest your head on his arms
If the world is against him and so do you
You woke up laying on his arms
He haven't unshackled you in his embrace since last night
He's so beautiful from inside and out, if only the town knew how much of a pure heart he has
You admire him in his sleep, you brush your hands through his curls and he hums from your actions
You carefully remove his arms trying not to wake him up and you kiss him in the lips
You went home
You have this sudden feeling that you're so sure of yourself that it's your time
It's time to be happy again
Your mom called out for you and asked you to sit beside her
"What's the matter, dear?"
"Oh, it's nothing, Mom"
"Come on, I know you're lying"
You hesitate at first but you replied "Eddie and I got into heated argument but we're okay now we talked each other last night" you say
Your mom doesn't even know the whole context about everything that is happened
Mother's really knows what's best
"What do you want?"
"Huh?"
"What do you want?" She repeats the question
"I-I want to be happy again"
"Then follow into the light that you found" she says and she reaches out to grab your hand
"Listen to your heart, Amanda, nothing will ever happen if you just go for it while it's still there"
She kisses your knuckles and your eyes are misty
"All I wanted for you is to be happy and do you what you love"
"Thanks, Mom" you nod at her
"Always here for you, my baby"
Eddie woke up without you on his side and he frowns
He quickly gets up and saw Wayne on the coffee table
"Woah, there, son, take it easy"
"Where is she?"
"I talked to her just give her some time" he says with a hopeful smile
He sighs and sats down on the couch "I love her, Wayne"
"I know you do, just give her some space for a moment" he reassures him
You walk up the stairs and went into your bedroom
You noticed some messy spots of your room so you picked and clean it up
Your journal caught your attention, this is where you keep all of your favorite memories of your life- the important highlights that you want to look back everytime that you wanted to
Including your new found friends and him
while looking through the pages there's a growing smile coming out of your face
but you noticed something else
you remembered that you didn't put anything on your journal.... unless
It's him, the one who put it inside of your journal
Your heart palpitates like crazy while slowly taking out the piece of paper that is tucked in one of the pages in your journal
Your eyes grows big and wide as you read down what's on the paper
It's about the prom and you know that if someone give this to you- it's an invitation
Your knees became weak and you drop down on the ground
You're shocked and you can feel yourself crying
You're happy but also at the same time you can't believe it
All of the pieces are coming together as you realized everything
You remember that one lunch time that you had together, he acted really suspicious and even his friends
Lucas almost slipped out the secret while you're cheering him up yesterday
"Oh my god"
You want to apologize to everyone, so you went from your childhood bestfriend first
You knocked on the door and ringed the doorbell
"Alright, Alright! I'm coming!"
He opens the door and his annoyance expression drops as he saw you standing in front of his house
"H-Hi" you say shyly
"Hey" he smiles and he can see the way your eyes glow and he is so glad that you're coming to your senses
"Can I come in?"
"Sure"
He gave you a vanilla milkshake and he's having a chocolate just like you always do as kids
You slide the paper across to him and he looks back at you one last time before he unfolded the paper
He eyes goes wide and he says "Wait- did he-"
"He's asking me out to prom" you say while you're crying and laughing at the same time
"Oh" he genuinely smiles at you
"We talked to each other last night, it feels nice to finally open up to everything and you're we're right all along"
He nods at you still holding on to the paper
"Steve, can you um-"
He holds your hand and caresses it "Can you bring me there? like give me a lift?"
He looks confused "It's Eddie he should be the one-"
You cut him off "No- he shouldn't know that I already know, I wanna surprise him"
He smirks "Oh- I like this plan"
You and Steve talked to each other for a moment, you both apologize about everything and he hugged you one last time and he is very excited for you
He can't stop from being excited that he went calling Robin immediately after you left and he removes his phone away from his ear because Robin screams directly on it
Everyone is involved in the plan except for Eddie who has no clue about what's going to happen in the prom
Prom | November 30 1987
You and your mom went shopping before the event
You picked out the most magical and flattering gown
Purple with glittery sparkles all over it
You prepared your hair and makeup
It starts at 7pm and the gates will open at 3pm
Everyone is getting ready and Eddie.... well- he's having problems of not wanting to mess this up
What if you don't show up?
What if you don't saw the paper that he tucked in your journal?
He wanted to call you and he even wanted to go to your place and talked about the prom but Wayne stopped him from doing those things
He is overthinking about everything and he is so worried
Wayne is enjoying this seeing his nephew getting frazzled and he just groans at his uncle and that made him laugh
Wayne talked about this over the phone with Marlon who is very happy about you and Eddie going to the prom and both men are snickering their asses off about Eddie don't know what to do
Eddie just rolls his eyes at his uncle
"I kept this for a long time now" Wayne says as he lays out his suit from his senior prom in his highschool days
"W-Wow" the suit is so elegant and the material is so sacred he must've been taking care of this for so long, he doesn't even knew that his uncle own something like this
"Well- you know I saved up some money and I really want to date the girl that I like so I did all of that" he says with a bittersweet smile
"Everything is possible as you're doing because you want it.". Eddie nods at him
Eddie stares at the suit as he remembers the story of how wonderful his senior prom is like and that's what he wanted to achieve, he wants it to be memorable like his uncle did
Eddie places his hand on his shoulder "I am sure she is with you.... always."
Wayne looks at his nephew with brimmed eyes as he remembers Clara
Back then when Eddie was just a kid he showed him the pictures of him and Clara together at the senior prom
Eddie can sense the energy just by looking at the pictures, they're both radiating with love and admiration with each other
Clara died from sickness and Wayne mourned her earnestly and he didn't stopped loving her very deeply until now
That's why he is so eagerness that you and Eddie must be together, that's what he felt with Clara, you and Eddie both have the same relationship that Wayne has before
The pureness and the genuine of just enjoying each other's company
Wayne clears his throat "Now, put this on! I wanna see you wearing it!"
"Okay, Wayne" he chuckles at his uncle's sudden enthusiasm
Eddie came out from his room wearing his uncle's suit
"Oh my dear boy! Look at you" Wayne says as he covers his mouth in awe
"Do I look good?"
"Good? You look incredible, son! It perfectly fits you just the way that I imagined!" He exclaimed
"Thank you, Wayne" he says with an unsure smile
"Son, don't be like this"
"I know...."
"Don't pressure yourself to do the same as I did before like this is your night do what you feel what is right for you both" he says
Eddie couldn't stop himself from hugging his uncle almost knocking him off in the process
Wayne smiles down at his nephew and hugs him back
"You look amazing!" Steve grins at you
Robin is staring at you in awestruck "Wow, Amanda, holy shit" as she takes polaroid pictures of you
"Give us another twirl for us, please" Steve says jumping up down
"Okay, one last time, alright?" You twirled and the two screech of excitement
"I literally can't wait for Eddie's reaction later!" Robin exclaims
You, Steve and Robin both take pictures of each other.... Until
Someone knocked on the door and all you tensed up and as soon as you heard the familiar voice
"Shit!" Steve says whisper-shout
"What is he doing here?!" Robin whispers
"I don't know!" You say as you grab your dress so you can easily run
"You gotta hide! Run for it!" Steve says to you
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Eddie says
Steve and Robin walked towards the door
"What are you going to do?!"
"I don't know it yet!"
"What are you about to say?!"
"I just- I don't know just follow my lead!" Steve says
Steve opens the door and saw Eddie in his fancy suit and he looks over to his side he saw Dustin with a perplexed complexion on his face
Eddie's face crumpled up and he is so confused why Steve and Robin are in your house
Not that is weird it's just- not what he expected
Steve gives a knowing look to Dustin and he immediately understands it
"Uh- what are you doing in here?" Eddie asks
"I love your suit by the way!" Robin says not making it look suspicious
"Yeah, Thanks, Buckley, Guys?" Eddie asks again
"Oh- Uh- Amanda's mom called us she's doing something that it needs our special help" Steve forcedly smiles
Eddie noticed this and he knitted his brows together and looks back at Robin
"Special Help?" Eddie asks
"Uh- yeah- we worked at Scoops Ahoy, 2 years ago right? and she asked to fix the ice cream machine" Robin says
"Oh" he nods
It looks like he's buying it and that gives them a relief
"Good save" Steve whispers to Robin
"Right?! Thank you" Robin responds
"Is Amanda there?" He walked in and that cause a lot more panic
"You stall him" Steve mouthed to Robin
"What?!"
"Go!"
"Fine, you're gonna pay me for this, Harrington!"
Steve saw you in the upstairs quickly carrying every piece of fabric of your dress thankfully Eddie wasn't looking up as he pulls Eddie in the living room
"I just want to say you clean up very nice!" Steve says
"You're scaring me, why are you acting weird?"
Steve doesn't know what to do as he looked over from his shoulder he saw Robin coming up and double checking to see you're not around
"Oh- here's Robin!"
Steve pushed Robin to Eddie and he holds her as she almost dropped down on the ground
Steve runs away to find Dustin
He pulled Dustin it made the kid flinched
"What the fuck are you both doing here?" Steve whispers
"I didn't know that you're guys are still here!" Dustin whisper exclaims
"Okay, fine!" He rolls his eyes "Don't ruin the plan, alright?!"
"Yeah, I know, Steve- just calm down! I'll fix this"
"is there something that I should know?" Eddie squints his eyes on Robin
"Uh- no, no, no! we're totally cool" Robin says as she shoves her hands on her pockets
She peaked her head and looked over to Steve mouthing "Are you guys done?"
"Yeah" Steve nods at her
"Just do anything you can to prevent him not to suspect anything" Steve says
"Got it!" Dustin says
Your parents walked down the stairs excited for you
"What's with all the racket?" your dad asks
Steve saw them and he whisper-shout "Eddie is here!"
"What?!" Both of your parents exclaimed
Eddie saw your parents and Robin failed to stop him
"Oh- hi there- I was wondering if Amanda is here"
Steve slowly shakes his head at them
"She's at the mall"
"She's with Nancy"
Both of your parents said at the same time
Robin face palmed and Steve winces
Eddie became even more puzzled at the situation
Dustin claps the both of his hands "Say, Eddie! I was informed that Gareth and Jeff are in there! Thank you so much for your time!"
Dustin pulled Eddie away before he can ask your parents where were you
Steve mouths to Dustin "Thank you"
Dustin raises both of his brows "Goodluck!" He whispers
You came out of the closet room "Phew! I thought he'll never leave!"
"That's a close one" Robin sighs of relief
"We gotta get you there before he can!" Steve says
Your parents smile of how stunning you look they both gave you one last hug
You're at Steve's car and you perfectly arrived on time
"I want you guys to be there"
"Are you kidding? I would die just to see Eddie's reaction!" Robin smiles widely at the anticipated plan later
You and Steve laugh
"Just get out there and have fun!" Steve says as he pinches out your cheek
It's 6pm and still there's no sign of you (that's what he thought)
Eddie is sitting at the table his shoulders were slumped and he is frowning why you aren't up showing up
He is now believing that he didn't saw the paper that he tucked inside of your journal
"Stop overthinking everything, Eddie" Lucas says as he sats down beside him drinking down his juice
Eddie sighs and crosses his arms "I just don't understand why isn't she here yet"
"She will be, just wait"
"What?"
the upbeat music stops and Lucas grabbed Eddie's hand pushes him in front of the crowd
All of the students are so confused why the music stopped
Eddie is dying of what is about to happen as he grows nervous
Mike came in front of him fixing his hair
Marlon fixed his suit even more properly "Marlon- what are you doing in here?"
He just smiles and he says "Just look up there at the stairs"
He looks so freaking confused but he follows him anyways
Nancy takes pictures of him with a Polaroid camera and Max holds up a breath freshener and she says "open your mouth" she sprays it inside and he coughs a little bit "that's a little bit minty"
He clears his throat "Care to anyone explain to me what is going on"
The two girls only giggled at him
"You'll see, Munson" Nancy saids
Dustin is carrying the flower bracelet "Oh- don't forget this, Eddie!" He says as he places it on his hand
He looks back at him and give him a thumbs up and a big smile
He just smiles at him with his knitted brows
He jumped at the spotlight at him and one at the stairs
He almost collapsed when you appeared in front of the stairs
"Oh shit- is he alright?" Wayne almost run over to his nephew
Marlon laughs "yeah- he can take this."
He breathes down heavily and he smiles at you walking down the stairs
He couldn't believe that this is real and his plan succeeded
and now there you are in front of him
Everyone at the school and gasped and you overheard them
"Is that Amanda Jones?!?"
"Oh my god, Is she dating Eddie Munson?"
"Surprise?" You say with a giddy smile
"You're so-" he shakes his head "So beautiful!" he takes your hand and twirls you around
"Thank you, Eddie" you can't help but hug him on the spot
Eddie almost fall down on the ground and everyone cheered and whistled
He hugs your back "How did you found out?"
"Just yesterday, while I fixed my bedroom"
"I'm sorry i didn't say anything after I left but- you smirked on the side looking over at your friends
Eddie follows your gaze and he tilts his head and also shakes his head in the process
Steve, Dustin, Robin, Wayne, Marlon, Lucas, Max, Nancy and Mike are all waving at him very sneaky and they all laughed
"Everyone is involved" you chuckled
He looks back at you "Oh- so all of you conspired against me?!? Huh." He smirks
You nod at him and you flash out a cheesy smile
Eddie looked over behind his back to Gareth and Jeff
He winks at you and you get confused
*Out of Touch by Hall & Oates starts playing at the background*
"Well played" you say
"You thought you're the only one who has plans, huh?"
"I guess we loved to surprise each other"
"I guess we do"
He places the flower bracelet on your wrist and kisses the top of your hand
"I love you, Eddie" you say plainly
Eddie can feel his heart wanting to come out of his chest
"I don't want anyone else too, my heart belongs to you forever" you say with a glint of thankfulness in your eyes
"I love you more, whatever happens, I will forever loving you until the end" he says
Eddie cups your cheeks and kisses you very slowly passionately and lovingly and you throw your arms around him again and holding the back of his head as he deepens the kiss
You and Eddie can hear the cheer and the screams
You break the kiss and you suddenly become shy and Eddie just laughs
You looked over to Steve and you mouth to him "Mission Accomplished!"
Steve and Dustin made a fist bumps to each other and all of them jumped to excitement
"Are you truly happy?" He asked you
"Yes I am" you say
He kisses your cheek "Thank you"
"For what?"
"For not giving up on me"
"Thank you too"
You scrunched up your eyebrows "For what?"
"for letting yourself be free and to be loved unconditionally"
"Oh- Eddie" you hug him once again
"Hey, Amanda?"
"Yeah?"
"I love you" he coos
"Oh stop it- you're such a dork"
He laughs and he tickles your sides and the prom night is filled with laughter, love and happiness
🎶You're out of touch, I'm out of time, but I'm not out of my head when you're not around🎶
that's what he feels for you and nothing ever changes that..... ♡
#Spotify#eddie munson x fem! reader#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#stranger things4#eddie munson stranger things 4#eddie munson angst#eddie munson x female reader
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The Smile [Jeff The Killer X Victim!Reader] [PART 2]
Jeff the killer X Victim!
WARNING: Yandere. That's it. Yandere.
I finally decided how I would write part 2 to The Smile, which is my first and most popular post on my account so far. Anyone new who has come to read this, check out my other posts as well if you'd like. I'll post more like this. I also have a Quotev account with more fanfictions.
9/12/20, 3/4 days after the top part: God, AFTER SO LONG, I FINALLY DID IT! Took me days! I'm so sorry if this is a bit lazy, it is a tiny bit rushed by the end but how would you guys feel about a detailed part 3? I'll probably go as far as a part 3 or part 4 for the final part.
The vibrations in your brain felt warm and numbing - almost like when you have a horrible migraine and you can finally feel it subsiding with your eyes closed and your fingers gently holding down onto your eyelids as if you're holding your eyes into place to prevent them from bursting out of your skull. Upon waking up you can feel cold air settling into your skin. You haven't been awake 3 minutes and you already know what you're resting on; an extremely uncomfortable metal table. You've only seen them in movies but this was real.
The sound of a singsong voice just slightly echoing through what seemed like a moderately empty room. You groaned softly as you turned your head to your right, very slowly opening your eyes. Your vision blurred in and out, which, you wanted to rub to clear it out but as you went to lift your wrists, you felt pressure around them.
Something was holding your arms down. This catches your attention, blinking multiple times while turning your head back up straight and attempting to sit up. You were hardly successful with that, struggling while grunting under your breath to pull your hands from under what seemed to be a thick rope. As you pulled harder, you sucked in your stomach out of habit before immediately coming to a halt and choking up in pain.
This whole time you were ignoring the voice that was singing eerily nearby, "You and me, always forever~"
The voice was of a male. Scratchy, shaky. Familiar.
Familiar.
You could feel a string of your heart pop out of place as your breath stopped. That's when you knew something was wrong, but it just doesn't add up. You gulp while your eyeballs vigorously glance around to see where the source was coming from, only to see a figure in a corner. It was doubled over and it was sitting down on a simple wooden chair. Doubling over a...table? An average male figure, nothing unique. Although, the clothing style was unusual. At least what was on the clothes. He wore a fluffy white hoodie and what seemed to be black pants and black-and-white converse. The problem wasn't the outfit, no. His hoodie was spotted and had patterns upon patterns of darkened and more fresh-looking blood splatter. He had long black hair down to his shoulders. And luckily, his back was facing you.
You were dumbfounded. How did you get here, why are you restrained, and why is there a blood covered man near you? Is that even blood? Maybe it's paint or a design? Some people do wear clothes that have different kinds of blood splatter designs on them. Hm. Or he's an actual murderer about to gut you like a fish.
You wanted to speak. You wanted to speak so badly but you just couldn't. As you parted your lips, your throat went dry while your gaze stayed locked onto the bloody male that sat before you. The singing made you shiver as you tried so hard to remember where you could have heard or seen him. Why can't you remember?
The male then turned around to look at you. His singing had come to a gentle halt. Your mouth closed as he did so, your throat going completely dry and your whole body feeling like an ice cube. You were greeted with cold blue eyes. They looked hungry and bloodthirsty, yet they held a warm affection as they looked into your traumatized eyes. It was almost comforting until you saw the rest of his face. His skin was snow white and his lips looked dry. That's when more attention is drawn to his lower jaw. He's smiling. Too big for a normal person.
That's when you realize. He has a large smile carved into his cheeks going from ear to ear while his own lips were curled within a smile as well. And that's when it hits you.
And it hits you hard.
The memories of hours prior start brutally crashing into you, flooding back into your numb brain. All of the realization replaced itself with agonizing anxiety, your heart starting to race at speeds that felt impossible. You could pass out, but something inside you kept you awake. Something about him and about this whole situation was making you dizzy. The male slowly stands and turns his body all the way to face you. He seemed deranged, yet, he had a very relaxed stance and body language.
Uncomfortable silence loomed in the air.
He kept staring at you before slowly taking steps forward. You watch him carefully as your head feels like it's spinning, which you could notice your vision blurring a little bit here and there. The silence is suddenly disturbed with the male speaking up again, choking up in giggles. "Oh my sweet Y/N, you're awake~" He cooed, now standing over you. He leaned himself down and reached his hand to your cheek, gently brushing your skin with his surprisingly soft thumb. He leaned his face closer to yours. The smell of booze, blood, & smoke overwhelmed your nostrils. Yet it didn't seem to bother you that much.
His touch almost kind of made you feel...at ease. Your heart slowed itself and your breathing went back to pace. You felt fine, somewhat, but something in your stomach was still sore. The more you stare at him, the more memories come flooding back. The more memories flooding back, the easier you fit the puzzles together.
"M-my...stomach..--" You stutter out painfully.
In response to this, the male turned his head over to your abdomen and gently rested his other hand onto your bandaged stomach, applying very gentle pressure on it as to not hurt you. It was still slightly painful, causing you to groan under your breath.
"Oh, this...I'm sorry, my sweet butterfly. I had to make sure you wouldn't get away, and you didn't! Don't worry, Jack patched you up, so you'll be just fine!"
You remember now. You remember it all. The chase, your friend, the salty kiss before what you thought was your demise.
You naturally wondered as well; who's Jack?
"Wh-.." You weakly force air out of your throat again to speak, "why am I..tied-?"
"Oh, so you wouldn't be able to get away. I knew you would run away, or struggles, so I had to make sure you wouldn't do that!"
He was right. You would run away and struggle to get out of whatever the hell kind of place you're in. Well, knowing what he looks like. He DID stab you, after all. Who knows what this sicko wants.
He lifts his hand from your stomach and turns back to you, gently placing both of his hands at each side of your face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N. So sweet and so innocent. I couldn't keep letting the others eat you up like candy. You're mine and only mine. I need to protect you."
"Wh-who- are you?" You weren't really all too scared for some strange reason now. You were pretty calm. Probably from all of the energy this is draining.
"His name is Jeff." A deep and gruff voice cuts in.
The both of you turn your heads to the door of the room where a tall figure in all black stood. He was about 6"4 wearing heavy boots, black jeans, and a black hoodie. His hair was a dark brown though while he wore a mask. The mask was a dark blue with black goo oozing from the eyesockets. He was pretty intimidating even just by standing idly like a character waiting to be loaded in.
"And I'm Jack." He continued, "I'm the one who took care of your wound."
Jack stepped closer, soon standing at the other side of the table. He stood at the left as Jeff stood at the right.
"He wouldn't stop insisting I help."
You just blink, unknowing of what to respond with. He pursed his lips under his dark mask, in his own thought for a moment while staring down at you. You seemed calm enough, and your still pretty fresh injury was gonna hold you back anyway.
"[P]-[Pronoun]'s gonna-!" He attempts to blurt out, only to be stopped by you.
"I won't."
You were untied at your wrists and ankles, allowing yourself to pull your legs up and rest your feet at the top of the table, propping your knees up. It made your stomach feel weird, but it felt kind of nose and felt like it was easing the pain. You wrapped your arms around your knees, looking around the room more. "What is this place?" You ask.
"It's a medical room."
"Huh.." You shrug it off. Your anxiety levels had died down and the more you actually think about it, this isn't the worst thing that's happened. Your life has been pretty fucked up and you have damaged relationships everywhere. Honestly, being around new people and being far away from others sounds not too bad right now. Not like anyone would care anyway.
The next few hours, you're introduced to everyone else at the Mansion. They've been so...unique and honestly, you're surprised some people and beings like them even exist. They were all equally surprised with how little fear you showed.
You actually got along with most of them.
The others have taken a liking to you and hope you hang around longer. Alone in the living room, you, Jeff, Jack, and others sit at the couches and chairs in the living room, chatting away and getting to know them as they get to know you.
You feel Jeff wrap his arms around you and place a gentle kiss on your forehead, making your heart skip a beat.
You found out Jeff has been stalking you for months at a time. Watching your every move, eliminating anyone in the way. Huh, no wonder so many people in your life kept disappearing. You...couldn't bring yourself to be upset or scared, let alone even sad. You felt kind of at ease.
And far from uncomfortable. Someone loved you. Maybe more than they should, but they love you.
You didn't even feel upset at the fact Jeff had murdered that friend earlier. I mean, you just met the guy, so he wasn't even a 'friend'? So you paid no mind to it.
If anything, you really liked the thrill of someone being obsessed with you. A serial killer being so infatuated with you. He could be so protective of you and get rid of anyone you asked him to! There's is an advantage here. You knew he could snap and probably kill you intentionally or unintentionally, but you didn't mind. You really had no one else, technically speaking. No one that really cared. Not as much as he did.
Maybe he isn't so bad.
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𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.
A blurb of Harry working out and how you can't keep your hands to yourself. Basically, I'm talking about THAT video of Harry. Sure it turned all of us tingly and last night we all meditated, a teasing smut for ya'll right here.
Your brows knighting together in your heavy slumber as the cool sheets swallowed your body whole, you moan in a kitten hum when the air-conditioned chillness gave a relaxing soothing feeling and you rub your one calf over another snuggling close to Harry's pillow.
When your body didn't molded into his's your eyes snapped open. A groan escaping your lips accompanied by a sigh when you heard the instinctive noises of him and others outside. Combing back your feral hair back and putting on some pyjamas, to look presentable since you're wearing nothing but his shirt from last night.
You trudged your way through lobby finding where they all are. A glass of water in your hand, it would've fell from your hold thanks to your grip that it didn't. The sight infront of you flipping your tummy into unbelievable somersaults, on instinct you leaned against the frame of large window pane squinting your eyes from bright sunlight moreso from the admiration.
He's working out with Jeff's sister. Pulling dumbbells effortlessly, his biceps stretching deliciously, his pecs wide spreading with his each pull and he's shining golden under the sun. Jeff's sister says something to him and his tiny cackle bellows into humid air. His sight only making arousal pool into your pyjamas sticking to the inside of your thighs.
Your heart said "fuckin' awe." when he scooches further to join his feetsies with his companion.
Your giggle chokes onto the water you're sipping when Jeff's sister announces with a hint of misheve in her voice, "We've got an intruder, here." Harry's head perks up at this. His honey gaze finding yours in an instant and the dumbbells hit the grass with a smooshing thump, when he quickly stood up reaching to you with two strides of his daddy long legs.
He pats his bum to shrug of the tickling grass, when you regained your breath back his palm pressed against your midriff from over his shirt as he smauched a loud kiss to your lips ignoring your morning breath.
"Enjoyed what ye' saw, lovie'?" He grins pinching your hip bone and you swatted his chest glaring up at him, he wrapped your both wrists into his one large hand tugging you close and your dainty squeal fused into his mouth when he couldn't resist but to give you another kiss.
He intervines your fingers dragging you outside and lays down on the ground, arms under his neck and knees bent; "Help me work out, meh sleepy girl." You chuckle rolling your eyes and folding your arms infront of your chest.
"As if you need help from me, a person who never exercised." It's true. Because due to university work you never got a chance and now your tiring job don't leaves you alone. But, that doesn't mean you aren't in love with your body. You love the way you're.
"Yeh know wha' kinda help, I want darlin'." He drawls out with a shit eating grin and you huffed dramatically giving him a playful side eye flopping onto ground where his feet are. Jeff's sister long gone knowing you people could be very handsy in eachother's presence.
You ground his ankles tightly with your small hands, butting your chin atop his bent knees with a puppy sleepy look and he brushed your hair behind your ear only coming back to his usual goofy antics by pinching your nose hard.
"Harry!!" You fussed shutting your eyes close and he giggles doing his first scrunch, stealing a kiss from your parted whining lips. He cups your cheeks there for a moment holding you still, "sorry. don't be a squirmy worm." When he goes back smoothly you throws dagger at him but your beam says otherwise.
"I'll eat you whole." Your statement honest. Because this curly head green eyed bambi's the cause of wetness between your legs and the flutterness of your heart.
He again scrunches over collecting his core tight and again pecked your lips murmuring against your mouth, "baby yeh can suck me only." Your nails digging to his calloused skin and sweat dripping down your spine.
Fifty scrunches in total like it's nothing but it was tiring you and you grabbed him by his neck when he came to meet you for his another promised kiss, "'s hot." You hiss when his long arm slided to grope your ass even after knowing the balcony's open for everyone's view.
He breaths raggingly gliding his palm up and down your heated core, "where? here, in between ye' legs?" You nod eagerly humming eroticaly. Your voice extra sexy from morning's hoarseness.
"We've only two days left. Love me, please." You pout like a baby ignoring the lump of tears in your throat at the thought of departure from him in two days back home. You traveled with him to L.A to just be his rock, to support him emotionally and physically for his debut film. He was erratic to introduce you to everyone around his new cast mates, his mouth wide into a proud ecastatic beam with his palm spread in protective manner at your back as he couldn't resist but to kiss your head when anyone would compliment you. His girl, his lovie' makin him so proud.
"'ey baby. c'mere lovie gonna take care of ye'." He pushes you up with your both hands and with a giggle you launch onto your feet smacking three pecks at the corners of his lips.
He waddled behind you whispering something in your ear that made you cackle hard and as you both passed through the kitchen, Jeff and Gelyne acted like you two don't even exist giving eachother smirks at the two doves mesireably in love with eachother.
"Done working this early?" Gelyne teased Hary and he swiped the sweat over his forehand dramatically puffing his chest out, "gonna work fo' somethin' else now." You blew a hit to him at his pervert talking.
You snorted clamping your mouth shut when he roared like a lion pretending to eat the apples of your tinted cheeks, his hips bucking to meet yours in feverish heat as the back of your knees collided with the cool tiles of ensuite bathroom.
"Gonna miss yeh s' bad." He whispered kissing the soft bone of your ear and you gulped thickly coiling your arms around his neck. "Me too, bubs. Promise me you'd fly twice a month back London. Back, home." You moaned into his mouth when he grabbed your jaw to slot his lips to yours in a messy, drooling and sweaty kiss sealing his promise into affection.
His hands sneaking under his shirt to fondle with your tits, pinching it mildly causing you to arch your spine and grind your pyjama clad pussy against his bulge.
Soon the fabric was pooling at your shins. He whimpered at the glistening moisture of yours, "drippin' fo' me lovie?" You bob your head vigorously making grabby hands at him.
"This needs t' go." You tugged the hum of his white shorts sticking to his plump ass sexily and he chuckled squishing your cheeks and showering you in kisses at your cuteness, "'s fuckin' thirsty fo' me' cock."
"Ah! bloody darn." He grunted letting his head fall to the crook of your neck when you yanked his shorts down finding him in nothing. You tsked maneuvering your fingers through his damp curls pulling at them demandingly and roughly, "such a whore. had your balls shoved onto people's faces." The next thing he said made your laughs billow into mauve washroom.
"Whore fo' you." With a grin and bottom lip sucked inside your mouth you wrapped your palm around his hard girth spreading his pre-come from his rosy tip down his shaft sloppyily.
The pads of his fingers brushed your fluttering pussylips and you gasped attaching your mouth to his when he nursed your cunt with your own arousal, teasing two fingers at your clenching hole.
There's something in touching eachother at the same time, it's just too intimate it makes you combust right at that moment.
"Want you. Please, inside." You gave him sweet eyes stroking him slowly and lewdly, while he slipped his one finger deep inside your soapy cunt knuckles pressed to your pussylips and he curled it to nuzzle your g-spot.
His lips remained rested on your forehead as you lined him at your entrance. Your chests flushing with erotic breaths when he was completely buried inside your walls. His veiny, thick and warm skin seathing through your delicacy making both of you moan.
"Don't." He whimpered lowly when you creampied around his thick cock in rapid patterns. He scratched his blunt nails down your back to grope your ass and shoved his fingers between your asscheeks to give you double stimulation.
He swallowed groggily, "will cum at the spot if ye' keep squeezin' 'round me' cock like this, pet." You nodded and he finds you so innocent he could cry from the love that's oozing out for you from straight his heart.
He pinned you roughly against the tiles. Palms full with your pulpy tits as he slowly started to to thrust into you. Your cheek smashed atop his shoulder and you rocked your pelvis to his movements. The view in the mirror infront of you making you more slick than you already are and it tricked down your legs.
His back's flexing, curls droopy, his arse on full display and juicy. When you gave it a smack he groaned into your ear giving a pleasuring rough thrust in return.
His pre-come weeping into your cunt when you digged your nails into his ass and he pushed his thumb hard against your asshole, rubbing it with stroking electrifying patterns.
"Ha-harry..." You clinged around his sweaty body when he kept on fucking inside you with mind clogging pace. The trim patch of his pubic hair tickling against your pelvis bone and he pressed his hand against your lower abdomen looking you in eyes, "could feel me in yeh' tummy?" His words causing you to lull your head on your shoulders giving him access to the exposed skin of your throat.
He wrapped his hand around your throat giving it a squeeze and leaving lovebites from your jaw down to your collarbones, "asked ye' somethin' pretty girl." He growled biting menacingly the soft skin of your sternum and you cried out filthyly clamping your pussy tight around him.
"Yes. Wanna cum." He retorted at this sucking your lower lip into his mouth and circling your clit with languid harshness.
"Cum fo' me, lovie'. come all over daddy's cock like a good girl yeh' are." He cradled your face. Kissing your eyelids, your bunny nose and your sweet little dirty mouth.
Your pupils blowing out wide and lips parting. With knighted brows you looked at Harry making grabby hands at him when you felt your orgasm building in your belly.
Knowing you always need Harry to embrace you in his arms when you come, he immediately scooped you up in his arms running soothing patterns at the nape of your neck still rocking inside you lazily. He himself bout to cum hard.
"Hmm. You're there baby, c'mon give it to meh'" With a strangled moan you came all over him. Your wetness cinching around him tipple him to edge too and he doubled over slapping his palm over your head and hugging you close to his chest.
"Fuck me' favourite kinda work-out." He grinned pecking your lips and pulling out of you to step back. You squealed when the cold shower poured over your heads like a furious rain.
"Pervert." You laughed poking his skin near his belly button but he whacked it away feeling ticklish.
The coming few months would be excruciating without him and you'll have to live through facetimes and voice-calls, but it's okay. His happiness's yours.
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Recap/review 14.06: “Optimism”
THEN: Starts out pretty ominous, with clock-ticky music, Jack's grace getting sucked out, "this is the end of everything," and Jack considering himself useless. We're reminded that New Charlie exists (aw, Dean looked so pretty in AU Land) and Jack has "the mind of a hunter." Michael hurting people and Dean feels guilty (aw, Sam's Beard of Despair, how I miss you). Sounds like we're in for a real downer of an episode, friends.
NOW: Nebraska. Happy music. A cheerful librarian opens up shop, and she's cute as can be but I wore that blouse in the 80s and it needs to stay there (JUST SAY NO TO THE RUFFLED YOKE, LADIES). Her name is Harper, and she has a kind-of-date with a guy named Winston tonight, though she is clearly Not Into You, Winston. An (apparent) coworker named Miles hears her "scream" and comes to her aid, brandishing a stapler, and is reminded that he needs to mind his own business. Winston leaves, clearly walking on air, and then STAYIN' ALIVE STARTS PLAYING and we focus on Winston's feet just like the iconic opening scene of Saturday Night Fever (if you're too young to remember, watch this, IT'S IMPORTANT CULTURAL KNOWLEDGE and there WILL BE A QUIZ LATER) and y'all don't even know how much I love this song. YOU DON'T KNOW. I can't help it. My mom was a huge Bee Gees fan, partially because she was very into Barry Gibb.
Coincidence?
What can I say? I am my mother's child.
Now, where were we?
(Pretty much where we always are, so could you please just move this along?)
Sorry for the digression. Anyway. Now I suspect this isn't going to be a downer episode after all. (Turns out it was directed by Richard Speight, which would have been a clue if I'd known that earlier, bless him.) While I've been digressing, Winston has happily bopped down the street, only to have a hand cover his mouth and drag him off-screen. There's a record scratch and a squirt of dark goo and a scream, so I guess it did turn out to be a downer for Winston, but not for me.
Title card!
{Sidebar: I didn't realize Saturday Night Fever was directed by John Badham, who went on to direct several episodes of Supernatural.}
Jack's drinking coffee in the bunker. He takes a sip and then pours a huge amount of sugar into it, which immediately makes me think of this scene from The Fly when Jeff Goldblum, who does not yet realize that he is turning into a fly, does the same thing.
(Spoiler alert: Ahem.)
Dean walks in and asks what he's doing, and Jack explains that everything tastes different without his powers, and he can't get the coffee to taste the way he likes it. That's because coffee is nasty, Jack. (And also, thanks to the Continuity Fairy for remembering that food tasted different to Cas when he didn't have grace.) Dean asks if Jack has seen Sam, because that's what Dean does; he probably walked in the door and felt a disturbance in the Force and realized he didn't know where Sam was. From Jack, we learn that (1) Dean went on an overnight run to Mobby's love shack cabin and (b) Sam went on a hunt with Charlie without telling Dean. Is Dean okay with this? Are we gonna okay with this? Couldn't he have at least sent a text message? He's supposed to be setting an example!
"Explain to me again how you just let Sam LEAVE."
I guess Sam had to go himself, rather than send someone else, because this is one of those times when there's no random hunters in the bunker. (And where's Rowena? Did Charlie abandon her in the Southwest? Did they have a fight?) Jack imagines Sam and Charlie are doing something "really exciting."
Cut to Sam and Charlie sitting quietly in a truck outside Memphis, bored out of their minds. Hee! It's the kind of crappy old truck I always want Sam to drive, so I love it. They're staring at a bus stop with an ad for Pete the Pestinator, who seems to be an insect exterminator. (Spoiler alert: ahem again.) Sam confirms that "this is where all those people went missing," although if he's been sitting in that truck long enough to be bored, he really should have nailed that down by now. Charlie says "yep." More silent sitting.
Back to the bunker. Dean seems surprised that Sam left Jack there alone (where's Cas?) and Jack says "Sam wanted someone around when you came back. He's worried about you."
"Yeah, that sounds like him," Dean grumbles, and hello, kettle, the pot just called, and said you're black. Jack offers some encouragement, telling him no one blames him for Michael, and Dean says "Cool. Well, I blame me, so." His self-flagellation is interrupted by Jack's Cough of Great Concern. "Maybe I'm allergic to sitting around doing nothing," Jack snarks.
Dean sits down for a heart-to-heart, and Jack says he's been hunting with Cas and wants to do more. Dean says "No offense, Cas is an insurance policy on those hunts." Jack looks hurt. I don't understand this at all. Why wouldn't Jack already know that Cas is there to protect him? And why would this hurt his feelings? I'm so confused. But I immediately forget it, because Dean says "Sam's just trying to keep you safe, okay? He's a smart guy." AND THEN WE CUT TO THIS.
Bless you, Richard Speight, writer Steve Yockey, bless you both.
I literally did burst out laughing at Sam and his fidget spinner. Charlie is not amused, and Sam puts his toy away with some embarrassment.
Bunker. Jack's found a report on our dead friend Winston, who seemed to have human bitemarks taken out of his corpse. And others have gone missing in the area. We skip part of a conversation, but whatever it was, Dean says Sam won't like it. "Sam's not here," says Jack. Oh, no you don't, Jack. Don't you go ignoring the Chief's directives just because he's not here. Dean says he'll go check it out alone, but Jack suddenly remembers Sam's Law and reminds Dean about the Buddy System.
We can be hunting buddies!
Okay, uh, (a), don't call it that, and (b), YOU'RE gonna back ME up?
Oh, Dean. You didn't do the (1) and (b) thing that I love so much. Jack gets to be the one to bare a little bit of his soul now, telling Dean that he also feels guilty about Michael, because he could have killed him but he was "distracted and stupid." He doesn't want to sit around feeling guilty all day, he wants to hunt.
Looks like that was the right button to push, because we cut to Sam on the phone, clearly not a fan of the plan and telling Dean to be careful. I assume his reluctance is because he doesn't trust Jack to watch Dean's back. But Sam, if you can trust Maggie to hunt alone, you can trust Dean with a novice backup. (I know, I know, Dean is more important than Maggie.)
Sam asks again if Charlie is sure this is the right place, and she says it's where four people disappeared. And while she was scouting around, she found a mason jar full of goo. Is this the same goo we saw when Winston was killed? (Spoiler alert: no.) And now she's trying to figure out what they're hunting, so she's reading. I'd have done my reading before the stakeout, but that's just me. (I'd also have done some reading instead of sitting there glaring at Sam while he enjoyed his fidget spinner, but that's also just me.)
(I also might have thought of more interesting things to do while I was stuck in a car with Sam, but they would have interfered with the stakeout. And they aren't anything Charlie would have been interested in anyway.)
Cut to Dick's Red Rooster Diner (ha ha, I see you, Speight). According to Winston's obituary, he had breakfast here every morning. Jack agrees with me that it's an odd thing to put in an obituary, but Dean says that when someone dies young, you don't know what to put in those things. (Oh, think of 20-something Dean's obituary.) He introduces them to the waitress as Agents Berry and Charles, and the only thing I can think of is Chuck Berry, so if someone has a better idea, let me know. He asks for details about Winston, and the only detail she can provide is that he's dead. Jack dutifully writes that detail in his little notebook. (BLESS.)
This waitress is wonderfully snippy, knows her rights, and isn't the least bit interested in talking to these FBI agents, but when Dean hands her some cash she changes her mind. She says they should should be more interested in Harper, who Winston just started "courting," and Jack is confused.
What's courting?
It's what you do before you start dating.
Ah, and that's the thing you do before the sex.
Sometimes you just have the sex.
Okay, Dean's wrong, courting is what you do instead of dating, but this is still a wonderful exchange. And the next part is wonderful too, cutting between the waitress and some customers explaining that Harper was popular in high school, but her boyfriend ran off, and now all these men connected to her have died, and she's really into romance books, and ending on I've heard too much Dean and I'm confused Jack.
Love this.
Back at the stakeout, Sam's biting his nails, which I also love for some reason, and of course the only time we've ever seen him bite his nails was when he was worried about Dean. New Charlie picks right up on it. She tells him Dean will be fine, and comments that he's got other friends, right? Which I don't understand, because it doesn't matter what other friends he has, he's not hunting with them. He's hunting with Jack. "He used to have a pretty damn good wingman," Sam says, and I think no, Sam, what are you saying, he still has you. She says he should call "that guy" to check on him, and Sam says "that guy was you." Charlie gives him a look. "No, it wasn't." And she's right, Sam. SHE IS NOT YOUR CHARLIE. And also, was Charlie ever really Dean's wingman? I don't think so. Sam, of course. Cas, literal wingman. But not Charlie. Charlie was the little sister.
Sam apologizes, and then says "I'm just saying, I'm not surprised you survived the apocalypse." Which isn't what you were saying at all, Sam. Charlie is surprised she survived, because she was just a programmer at Richard Roman Enterprises (Dick Roman! I wonder what happened to your AU version), living with the love of her life, Cara. My heart skipped a beat because I was so ready, guys, for the love of Charlie's life to be Dr. Cara Roberts from Sex and Violence, but apparently not. {Sidebar fic prompt: Sam. Charlie. Dr. Cara. Three-way.) Charlie's Cara was a baker. Charlie tells a sad story about waiting for help that never came, and Cara eventually being killed by people, not angels. Society falls apart. (Or, as Dean once said, demons I get; people are crazy.) Sam insists society isn't falling apart here, and Charlie says "not yet."
Just like last week, we're getting some needed differentiation between the characters we lost and their AU counterparts, which I appreciate.
I also appreciate pretty, attentive, sympathetic Sam.
Diner. Dean calls Jack "Mighty Mouse," for some reason, and congratulations him on finding a case. He tries to teach him about the importance of pie, but Jack's more interested in courting. He's never been exposed to off-screen romance, unless Gabriel and Rowena counts (Dean assures him it doesn't, but how would Jack have been exposed to Gabriel/Rowena anyway, since it happened while he was in AU Land and Gabriel didn't make it back?) Dean promises he'll give him The Talk when they get back, but right now they need to concentrate on finding Harper. {Sidebar fic prompt: Dean's and Sam's versions of The Talk. Would Dean's be like Dean's speech from Rock and a Hard Place?} Jack speculates she might not be human, and Dean says they're going to find out, and it's going to work like a romance novel. Hmm!
Cut to the library, where Harper is working. Dean enters and identifies himself as FBI, with questions about Winston. She doesn't want to talk, and he pushes. Then Jack shows up, asking for a book about the area's history, and defends her against the big mean FBI guy. Dean says "why don't you back off, kid" and Jack responds "No, you back off, old man" and DEAN'S FACE. This was clearly NOT IN THE SCRIPT. I love it. Dean slinks off, dejected, to examine his gracefully-aging face in the rear-view mirror. {Sidebar: I honestly think Jensen is aging a lot better than Dean is. Dean looks tired a lot of the time, and I'd like to believe Show is doing that on purpose, but I don't think it's the case. Jensen always looks awesome.} Harper is delighted, and apparently smitten, judging by the music. Jack introduces himself as "Jack Smith" and she invites him to her apartment, where she has the perfect book.
Why does this library have those convenience store perp measurements at the door? Does it get robbed a lot? Also, how many episodes have signs in the background with the title of a different episode? Not very many, I'm guessing.
As they leave, Miles the Stapler Guy follows and asks where she's going. It must be close to closing time, because Harper says she'll come back and lock up. Miles, who's carrying a bag of trash, refuses to shake Jack's hand. As Jack and Harper go one way, he stomps off in the other direction. I'm suspicious, and so is Dean, who gets out of the car to follow him. As Miles puts the library's trash in an inappropriately small residential bin, he hears a noise. We then cut to Dean, who hears Miles scream but just keeps walking? But then a trash can is knocked over and that gets his attention. He finds Miles dead, and we get a monster POV shot watching him.
Stakeout. Charlie's still reading. Apparently she brought all the books. She says she hates hunting, which surprises Sam, because she's so good at it. She points out that she's good at it because the alternative was death. "I mean, no offense, but who wants to be a hunter? This job, just a lot of tears and death."
Sam says "you said something like that to me once, long ago, about hunting." He quickly apologizes for once again conflating her with Our Charlie. At first I was annoyed at him, but then I started thinking about how awful Our Charlie's death was for him, with the MoC, and the fear, and the worry, and the guilt, and his brother saying he should be the one on the funeral pyre instead, and you know what? I'm gonna cut him some slack for trying to forget all of that ever happened. A lot of slack, in fact.
Charlie casually drops that she's glad this is her last hunt. Did you give the Chief your two week's notice, Charlie? I DON'T THINK SO. She plans to get away from monsters and people, and "live on a mountaintop or something... as long as there's good wifi." I'm sure Sam can get you set up with his magical wifi, Charlie, if you stay on his good side.
Harper's apartment. She seems to be all about love, with a decorative "amore" sign in the kitchen and a big red heart hanging on the wall. She suddenly realizes it's weird that she brought him to her apartment, though she's thinking "putting the moves on you" weird and I'm thinking "inviting a potential serial killer into your home" weird. But maybe I listen to too much My Favorite Murder.
She leaves the room to get the book (odd that it's not on the stuffed bookshelves in her living room, but they're all full of romance novels). Jack asks why the FBI was "hassling" her, and she tells him about Winston's death as he surreptitiously puts a silver coin on the floor and splashes holy water all over his hands. A call comes from Dean, but he ignores it. When she comes back with the book, she notices the coin on the floor and picks it up. She touches his hand when she gives him the coin and notices that it's wet. I would have put the holy water on the coin, although a wet coin on the floor might be as weird as wet hands. He just laughs weirdly and then does a fake cough AND SAYS CHRISTO. SOMEONE FINALLY REMEMBERED CHRISTO. Oh, my heart. I've been waiting 13 years for this moment. She doesn't react to it, so she seems pretty human. He says he's nervous, so she sits on the couch and pats the seat next to her.
Stakeout. Charlie has found something in the books called a Musca. Sam already knows it's a man-fly hybrid (IT'S THE FLY; OUR MONSTER IS JEFF GOLDBLUM) and that no one's seen them, so if they do exist, they keep to themselves. She's impressed with his Sammy smarts. He says he's read all the books, but if he'd read this one, he'd know that every few hundred years a male Musca can't find a mate and he "abandons his community and starts using people's bodies to nest, binding them together with a viscous goo." Ew.
As they walk, in the background we see a figure approaching the two women who are sitting on the bus stop bench. It's clothed in black, carrying a black briefcase, and it has a giant head. At first I think it's literally a giant fly's head. But when Charlie notices it, we get a closer look, and it's a large black hood, like a beekeeper's outfit. It sits down and then casually scoots closer to the women, who scoot away, and it's hilarious.
Harper's apartment. She asks Jack where he's from, and he tells her he lives in Lebanon, Kansas. NO, JACK. DON'T TELL ANYONE WHERE YOU LIVE. Jack coughs some more and then notices a picture of Harper with her boyfriend, Vance. She says he left town after high school because he wanted to see the world, and Jack seems astonished that anyone would leave her. And that was when her bad luck started, but she tries to stay optimistic. "Me too," Jack says. "I had some not-so-great stuff happen in my past. Trying to be positive... it can be hard." Oh, Jack, sweetie. They gaze into each other's eyes and it looks like they're going to kiss. Jack's phone buzzes with a text from Dean that says CALL ME NOW.
Jack? Do you believe in love at first sight?
Do you... (music swells)... mind if I use the bathroom?
Ha!
Jack hides in the bathroom to call Dean. He tells him Harper isn't a monster, and he thinks she's in love with him. Although Dean's sure that's not the case, Jack says "but if she is, I need to know everything about sex. Go." Ha again! Dean tells him about Miles's death, which makes Jack wonder if she's cursed. Dean says it's more like all the guys around her are cursed. "Like me," Jack ponders, just before we get another monster POV shot and a strangled shout from Dean. The phone goes dead.
Jack comes back into the living room and Harper asks if he's okay and if he wants to go for coffee. Then the door bursts open and Dean comes in, and I wonder why she's freaking out until I remember that Dean is Bad FBI Guy to her. He quickly blocks the door and tell her they're here to save her from... whatever it is that's suddenly growling and banging on her door. "At first I thought it was a ghost," he says, "but then it punched me in the face." She's freaked out about a ghost, but Jack reassuringly (NOT!) tells her that he's saying it's NOT a ghost. Dean recognizes a photo and it turns out the monster is her old boyfriend Vance, who she didn't even realize was dead.
For some reason Dean isn't carrying a lot of weapons, but he has a silver knife and finds a silver letter opener on Harper's desk. Silver will slow it down, he tells them, but there's only one way to kill the undead boyfriend. Vance breaks the door down before we learn what that is. Dean starts fighting with the silver knife and tells Jack to get Harper out of there.
Stakeout. It's nighttime now. A lone man sits at the bus stop as Sam tries to convince Charlie that she can't drop out of society. She needs people, and also, it's hard to walk away from being a hunter. "I tried. Our Charlie tried." You know, for someone who did want out of hunting, and did try to get out of it, Sam spends a lot of time convincing others to do it, or at least enabling them. I mean, Dean was all "Patience, if you can live a normal life, do it," and Sam was all "well, Claire, if you're gonna hunt, I guess I should show you how to hack." Although that (and teaching Ghoul!Adam to shoot) was more about protecting someone determined/forced to be a hunter than recruiting. So maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Anyway, if anyone recognized the futility of getting out of the life, it would be him.
Jeff Goldblum shows up again and sits by his next victim. Charlie wants to go for the kill, but Sam thinks they should wait for him to make his move, in case he's just into weird fashion. Look, Sam, if a guy likes wearing a black beekeeper's bonnet and sidling up to random strangers at bus stops, he deserves to be hunted, whether or not he's actually part bee. When the bus shows up, it blocks their view of the duo. When it leaves, the bench is empty. Which could mean they just got on the bus, but we see something disappearing behind the stop. Sam decides it's a go after all.
Let's stick with this story, rather than cutting back and forth between them like the show did.
Sam and Charlie find a door with a bunch of goo on the handle. Sam says Charlie found something in the books that theorized a brass nail dripped in sugar water would kill a musca. Because yes, of course sugar water, WHICH FLIES EAT, would kill a fly man. (Rolls my eyes at this otherwise delightful episode.) Charlie reminds him they have neither of those things. "So we get creative," Sam says. I'm expecting some kind of MacGuyvering involving a can of Coke, or Sam's sugary coffee. (Spoiler alert: I'm wrong.)
{Sidebar: Why are all the methods of killing monsters so weirdly specific? Chopping off the head should kill ANYTHING.}
They go through the door, which surprisingly leads them into an abandoned warehouse. It's full of flies (normal ones, not half-man flies) and smells like pine cleaner and rotting meat. Yum. Eventually Sam finds the briefcase, which is full of what looks like candy wrappers and also has a white cloth, which he sniffs to discover chloroform. Dude. Don't sniff the chloroform rag. Charlie finds the most recent victim, still alive, by a pile of bodies. Something grabs Charlie's hand. She pulls loose, but falls off a low platform (seriously, it's like two feet high) and... loses consciousness? Okay. Maybe he chloroformed her and I missed it. I'm old and decrepit and this would have barely bruised me. He must have chloroformed her.
Sam tries to wake her up, but is interrupted by the WORST MONSTER COSTUME EVER. Oh god, you guys, this fly man head is so bad. SO BAD.
{Sidebar: Did you know that you don't see much of the shark in Jaws because the model was so bad, Steven Spielberg decided he wanted to shoot it as little as possible? And it actually made the movie better because the unseen monster was so much scarier? Just saying, Speight.}
(Um, have you watched any movies that were made before 1980?)
Well, that was uncalled for.
Jeff Goldblum attacks Sam and gets goo on him, and if this were really a fly, wouldn't that goo be digesting him? Isn't that how flies eat? (Why yes, it is.) Charlie regains consciousness and stabs it with something, which gets it off Sam long enough for him to shoot it in the head. Creativity in action! So, I guess I got my wish. Interesting that, just like last week, the guys figured out that there are actions that will kill anything.
Aftermath! Charlie and Sam are driving, and Sam says he feels bad for the Musca, which could have been happy if it had stayed home with its people. Subtle, Sam. Charlie's all, yeah, okay, I'm like the bug, except not so much. As we see the Musca family coming to retrieve their brother's body, Sam asks Charlie not to leave. "If we help people, then maybe they'll help people, and all that, and that's worth it. Even with all the tears and death, it's worth it." Oh, Sammy. {sniff} She says she'll think about it.
Back to Jack and Harper. It was broad daylight when they got to her apartment, so I don't know why it's nighttime now. How long did he spend in the bathroom? No wonder she asked if he was okay. Cut to Dean gleefully fighting the zombie, who suddenly stops fighting and runs off.
Jack and Harper run to the library, where she struggles with the keys until Jack remembers she left without locking the door. They scurry inside and he locks it. As they hide behind the counter, they see Zombie Vance run by. Jack tells her not to worry, because he locked the door, and she asks if he flipped the switch under the lock? Obviously he didn't, and she goes to do it herself. As she stands, looking out the door, Vance shows up. She unlocks the door, which Jack obviously DID lock, and opens it. He hands her the history book - I guess Jack dropped it - and they kiss.
Um. whoops. Vance is actually still Harper's boyfriend. And he has to eat human flesh. Like, Jack's, for example. Vance lunges for Jack, who hides in the stacks as Harper gives him the villain dialogue over the library's PA system. She likes Jack, but he's obviously a hunter, and she comes from a long line of necromancers, so it would never work out between them. She killed Vance to keep him from leaving after high school, and killing every other guy in her sights is just a fun little romantic roleplay for them. We get a little scare when a hand appears on Jack's shoulder (been a lot of that going around lately), but it's Dean. He tells Jack they have to get Vance back into his grave and then drive a stake into his heart to keep him there. And they're going to convince him using another romance novel method.
Jack tells her he wants to do things Vance can't do - walk her down the aisle, raise a family. This draws Vance out, who lunges at him but finds himself facing Dean. Vance gets Dean against a wall, and Harper calls out to him. Dean thinks she's going to call him off, but she says "Baby, kill him!" and Dean's "huh" look is precious to me. Instead, Dean slaps a handcuff on his arm and cuffs him to a pole or something. Jack cuffs his other arm to a library cart, I think, which is mobile and therefore defeats the purpose of cuffing, but good try, Jack. The cuffs burn Vance, so they're silver or enchanted or something. Seems like a successful hunt, but when the guys look up, the door is open and Harper is gone.
Later we see Harper and her suitcase at a cafe, writing a letter to Jack. So she had time to go home and pack a suitcase, and Dean and Jack didn't go to her apartment and look for her? Guys. Come on. She's sorry she's going to have to kill Jack, but it means she can bring him back to life and they'll be together forever. See you soon, she writes, sealing the envelope addressed to Jack Smith, c/o the Lebanon, Kansas post office. I TOLD YOU NOT TO LET HER KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE, JACK. Is Harper going to be a Big Bad this season? Or maybe a Little Bad? I wouldn't mind seeing her again. She's a charming little villain.
Finally, Jack's drinking coffee again, probably with a lot of sugar, in the bunker. This scene, with them facing each other, is a nice callback to the beginning of the episode. Dean tells Jack he did good, and Jack pushes for more hunts, because he was right. It's not about being right, Dean tells him, it's about what you do after you're wrong, after you've made a mistake. And about not beating yourself up, Jack points out. Dean tells him he's pretty smart, and Jack smiles and coughs and Dean promises to talk about getting him on more hunts when Sam gets back (BECAUSE SAM IS THE ONE TO ASK, YOU BETTER BELIEVE IT) and Jack lies about being fine and then coughs some more and shows Dean his bloody palm and collapses on the floor with blood oozing from his mouth and nose and WELL. THAT ESCALATED QUICKLY.
And the episode ends, without Sam and Dean sharing a single scene. Has that happened before? It's unsettling. I like the ep, though. I liked the relationship focus - Sam bonding with New Charlie, Dean bonding with Jack. I liked the humor. I liked that Sam wasn't ignored, even though the brothers had separate storylines. I liked the continuation of things that have been happening this season, the gentle reminder (but not constant siren) of Dean's guilty feelings and Sam's leadership and Jack's issues. And, of course, CHRISTO!
And there was one weird thing I noticed on first watch, but it didn't jump out at me on rewatch so I don't remember when it happened... Dean said "Son of a B." This is the second episode where they said something weird instead of bitch. What's going on there? Is Dean never going to say "son of a bitch" again? Because that's not good.
What did you guys think? And please help me stay unspoiled; thanks!
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Another Trumpet Bites The Dust
So, I got called a "creep" for defending Biden against this dumb fuckery. I'm a creep because they were embarrassed...... not because they reflected for TEN SECONDS and realized, okay you have a point. This DOES make me look like a hypocrite and quietly deleting the post hoping no one else would see it. They did it because they knew DAMN WELL how WRONG they really were and can't stand how much they embarrassed THEMSELF. The typical Chump supporter is a fellow narcissist and the narcissistic personality can never admit fault, even when they're caught RED HANDED. They post all this crap about Holy Trump this, and Godsend Trump that, and then post something criticizing another for the EXACT SAME THING?! There's a word for that.
hypocrite
noun
hyp·o·crite | \ ˈhi-pə-ˌkrit \
Definition of hypocrite
1: a person who puts on a false appearance of virtue or religion
2: a person who acts in contradiction to his or her stated beliefs or feelings
I wonder if they realize that they are the literal definition of this word when it comes to definitions 1 and 2? 🤣🤣
So, here's what happened. Sean Hannity tried to make a big deal of #JoeBiden kissing his own granddaughter on the lips. I don't BELIEVE that I have to explain this, but some families do that. I kiss my daughter on the cheek, but she's a mouth kisser. So, I kiss her on the mouth. I researched this a few years ago when she started doing this as I was raised to kiss the cheek and felt weird about it. What I found was that child psychologists say there's nothing wrong with it and in fact, encourage it in some instances. Truth be told - there's no "right way" to show affection to your children, loved ones and that any affection shown to a child is a good thing.
https://www.independent.co.uk/news/world/americas/us-election/biden-kiss-granddaughter-lips-hannity-trump-ivanka-a9315351.html
Now, it's one thing to talk about someone politically, but to say the things that some are saying about him is just plain wrong. Imagine someone said that about you...?! Not to mention the fact that the guy these people support has ACTUALLY been ACCUSED of sexual assault by over FIFTY women, two of which were minors, one of which came out with her allegations against Trump and Epstein BEFORE the election and BEFORE Epstein was EVER accused by anyone else!!! 😲😲
https://www.snopes.com/news/2016/06/23/donald-trump-rape-lawsuit/amp/
I find it rather hypocritical, ignorant and foolish, (not to mention embarrassing), how Trump's base constantly accuses others of doing the same exact shit that Trump does, with NO EVIDENCE to back up their claims WHATSOEVER. That is HIS granddaughter and she seemed perfectly content to me. You'd think they'd learn after they got caught doctoring that one video of Joe Biden, Jeff Sessions and his grandkid. It turns out that the video was doctored by a "YouTuber". (Surprise, surprise.) They call these "deep fake" videos, mostly purported by the right.
Furthermore, by their own standards, Trump HAS to be a child molester. If pictures of kissing a family member on the mouth makes one a child molester, than he is guilty as all get out. I highly doubt they would like to address the PLETHORA of pictures and videos of Trump inappropriately touching his daughter at young ages? Or do they not know anything about that? (Of COURSE they know.) Or is it okay because no matter what that PIG does, people back him up anyway because the non-existent-never-gonna-happen wall is more important? (Racism at it's HEIGHT).
Picture 1:
Ivanka and her Dad at age 14. His hand is under her breast. He must be a child molester!
Picture 2:
Ivanka at age 14 being inappropriately touched by her father.
Picture 3:
At age 17 sitting on her Dad's lap. Sorry. That's a bit inappropriate in my OPINION. He must be a child molester.
Picture 4:
Ivanka at age 15. Her Dad's hand around her hip again. I find this also inappropriate. He must be a child molester per your observations.
Pictures 5-7:
The Trumps in 2017. His hand is on her hips while his fingers rest on his daughter's ASS. DEFINITELY not cool. He must be a child molester!!
Pictures 8-9:
And last but not least, TRUMP KISSING HIS OWN DAUGHTER ON THE LIPS.
They walked into that one, just like Hannity did. He's the epitome of a hypocrite, so I'd steer clear of repeating anything he says if you folks want people to ever take you seriously.
Now, at the end of the day, I ALWAYS do my research. I read...a LOT... and I am VERY intelligent. I know the difference between real accusations and a smear campaign, especially after Trump got CAUGHT smearing Biden, Yovanovich, and several others. (This is why you can't just spew forth anything that comes to the top of your head. No one believes you - even when you're telling the truth.) Now... Joe Biden is one of those touchy feely people. I'M A TOUCHY FEELY TYPE OF PERSON. I DARE someone to call ME a child molester. Im not Joe!! I'll find you and beat the fuckin brakes off of you. But, since Joe IS A GOOD PERSON, he put out a statement saying he understands why some might misconstrue his intentions. That's funny, because I sure the hell can't. I can tell you that I am a VERY affectionate person and no one has EVER accused me of such a thing. Why? Besides the obvious, it's not NORMAL to compare a touchy feely personality WITH A CHILD MOLESTER!!!!!!!!!! What the actual fuck, man? I'm sick of these dirty politics and Russian propaganda in my face every day. No offense to the Trump supporters on my buddy list, but if this post describes you, than you need to WAKE UP. Joe took the HIGH ROAD. He not only answered to his incredible allegations, and said that he would work on not being so touchy feely in the future.
https://youtu.be/1jc5Ec8SWQk
So, now all you have left is the very real lawsuit against Trump for RAPING a THIRTEEN YEAR OLD GIRL. Make a post of your outrage at this incident or SHUT THE FUCK UP because no one worth a fuck is falling for it.
I will also explain WHY this doesn't make sense EITHER WAY you spin it, to those of you who STILL just don't GET IT. Let's say for shits and giggles that yesterday I posted something nasty about another clean addict on the methadone clinic and said that they weren't really clean. Then today, I post something else congratulating a different methadone patient on their "sobriety". Now, would you be able to take ANYTHING I said in the future regarding addiction, or anything else for that matter, seriously? No. Of course you wouldn't. Why? Because you would have seen that I had contradicted myself via hypocrisy. You would have seen that I had already stated that I don't believe such a person is clean, so why the FUCK would I congratulate someone for something I believed they were NOT. I WOULDN'T. I'm not a hypocrite. You do the math. 😉😉❤❤
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