#erica morbid

[morbid-empress]

I just want to waste your time

#me #erica morbid #goth girl #goth #pale #girls with tattoos #tattoos #split hair #colored hair #demon #demon girl #selfie

[devondespresso]

i was reading a scoops era steddie au where eddie visits scoops often and one thing i noticed i alway want but have yet to see (bear in mind my fic pallette is basically just shit i see on Tumblr and occasionally reading every fic a certain author has written) is a specific scene of eddie noticing stobins missing when he goes to visit them at scoops the day theyre stuck in the bunker. cause they entered the bunker after a shift one night and didn't get out until at the soonest the next afternoon right before the mall closes so if either or both of them were scheduled to work then they'd be just... gone.

and how characters around them handle that depends on how soon (if at all) they're declared missing. did robin think they'd be in-and-out in their snooping and tell her parents shes be back a little late or did she think they'd be out kinda late fucking around and just lied to her parents telling them shes sleeping over at a friend's like how we know tina was going to cover for erica? did mrs Henderson freak out when Dustin didn't bike back home (knowing what happened with will) or did she know he was with steve and trusted that they were goofing off or something?

and usually i see Steve's parents not being home but what if they were?? they could panic because steve always has some sort of excuse for why hes gone or maybe just his mom starts worrying because while his dad never really asks about him she does and she knows hes probably not at some girls house right now because he at least would have told her. or maybe mrs harrington doesn't know her son as well as she thinks she does and assumes he is out at some girls house and is relieved hes finally getting to be more like himself.

maybe just one or two people in scoops troop are reported missing that night and maybe the search started for them is enough for the other's parents or friends to realize they're all missing. maybe none of them are because they each already had a coverup with the people who'd notice. maybe they spent a good few hours in that elevator regretting lying about where they'd be because now no one knows they're in danger and by the time they start looking it could be too late (obviously erica didn't seem to grasp this yet but shes literally 10 and it's definitely her fist severely traumatic life or death experience. for the others tho it could definitely be on their minds and i have seen a few fics where robin wonders about how steve and Dustin are reacting like they've done scary shit like this before together)

then morning comes and id give it until lunch with no calls or anything before parents who believed their kids were sleeping over to start worrying seriously. maybe they call the friend their child's supposedly with and get a confused parent saying they haven't seen them or maybe they get the friend picking up and confirming they're fine (like tina). but if Mrs Henderson gets worried and calls steve she'll either get the harringtons saying he isn't home right now or she won't be able to reach him. and knowing steves like a big brother and a best friend to dustin knows that if steve missing too he's probably at least missing with him and goes to the station worried about them both

and then theres the fact that scoops has to open in the morning, probably sometime around 10am. maybe steve and robin were scheduled to both work again and as 10am comes and passes scoops ahoy hasn't been touched. maybe some mall manager calls the scoops manager (forgive me ive never worked in a mall but i do work in a store-within-a-store and we have our own manager plus the big store manager) and asks where their employees are. if missing persons reports were filed that last night then the manager would be really worried while frantically trying to find someone to cover for them. but maybe no one knows they're missing yet and their manager is grumbling about their no-shows, maybe considering firing them for both disappearing without even calling out. depending on how much they know and if the reports were filed, whoever has to cover their shifts is either worried about their coworkers (probably moreso robin than steve because of his reputation) or utterly pissed that they both didn't show and they have to open scoops ahoy with a few hours delay and probably a good few karens bitching about being closed. or maybe one or the other was scheduled and while their no-show is really inconvenient at least someone's there to open and ask for backup

and then theres steves car still parked in the back where it was the day before. a bike left behind at the mall is less eyebrow-raising but a fancy car? Steve Harrington's car? Steve Harrington who was scheduled to work today but somehow isn't in scoops right now? is he skipping work while simultaneously wandering around his workplace? and whats worse is despite evidence being there *no one can find him*. maybe thats what it takes for people to realize hes like actually missing. maybe they think he was kidnapped, hopefully he just went home with some girl and lost track of time.

and then theres eddie. eddie whos been stopping by scoops for a while now. maybe he still doesn't really like Harrington but likes teasing him with Buckley or maybe they've gotten pretty close. maybe they're already dating. maybe eddie walks up to scoops one morning to find it closed or to find that one or the other didn't show up for work this morning. maybe he hears from the worker that ones missing or maybe they get a rant about how pissed the worker is to be opening alone. maybe he's the one to go to a mall manager or security officer worried about scoops being closed because he *knows* the people that are supposed to be there right now and they don't just abandon work at the same time with no explanations.

or maybe eddie visits in the afternoons and learns they're missing from their coworkers or maybe hes there because he saw it on the news and went on his our hunt. either way it'd probably end with Eddie looking around the mall for them because he knows steve isn't going to just abandon his beemer in a busy public parking lot. maybe he finds them high out of their minds while checking the movie theatre (this one i do see a lot and am obsessed with its so good) or maybe he doesn't find them at all (its a big mall and they are actively hiding from Russians who know they escaped. sure stobin are not being very secretive while high but dustin and erica are at least keeping them in less-discoverable locations). maybe he goes home knowing hes looked everywhere in that damn mall and assumes they're probably kidnapped and taken somewhere else (if he did find them tho that opens a whole can of worms for if, how, and how much eddie gets involved and while my brains gone down sone of those rabbit holes i don't think i will today)

and then they see the news about the mall fire. and eddie knows damn well that he looked everywhere in that mall but didn't see a trace of his friends but there they are on the news and apparently in the fire. maybe eddie assumes he didn't look hard enough. but maybe he sees how steves the only one with more than a few bruises on his legs, how despite them claiming he was trapped in rumble that also allegedly killed billy hargrove he looks like hes carrying himself on adrenaline alone and hovering around robin and the kids like something more than falling support beams could get to them. maybe its the fact that he look as shit as he did but wasn't laying down on a hospital stretcher like he would be if he just got those wounds.

_._._._

hi if you saw any typos no you didn't UNLESS theyre funny or actually concerning then you should tell me and i can react appropriately

also i swear i feel like doctor strange looking through every possible reality when i go on tangents like this. idk whenever i come up with little fics in my head or come up with different ways my favorite unfinished fics could end im always exploring as many different versions of the same scenario as i can and coming up with as many what-ifs as i can.

also i pressed the poll button by accident while making this and idk how to make it go away to we're trying just ignoring it and not writing anything in it to see if it goes away

actually fuck that it probably wont work so im adding a poll question as a treat for the people who read this far

#writing this was an experience except i don't remember any of it and i didn't even reread it to check spelling #i love thinking like this tho and coming up with all these different things that could happen with this one scenario #and following canon and trying to fill in the gaps gives just enough room to fuck around but still keeps me in the right direction #with just a couple deviations that are too good to ignore like eddie finding stobin while theyre high and getting water #im also writing my own little steve henderson au universe in my head loosely inspired by those steve henderson posts by that one person #i can't remember their user rn but if i ever actually share ill tag them as inspiration inlike the first post #but mostly its me taking steve right after s2 events and letting him get help from the hendersons because dustins his new best friend now #(regardless of if he agreed to it or not) #so uh yea if anyone wants to hear about it you should totally let me know because i will do a lot for external validation #im just an 8 year old girl playing barbies but morbid things are happening #stranger things #steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #platonic stobin #steve x eddie #robin buckley #dustin henderson #erica sinclair #steve and dustin #steve and robin #platonic soulmates stobin #scoops ahoy #stranger things season 3 #stranger things s3 #stranger things rambles #claudia henderson #steve has bad parents #mrs harrington #stranger things thoughts

[aphrogeneias]

no more tears — one-shot

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: it's halloween night, 1986. you want to celebrate your favorite holiday after the year you and your friends just had, but after being dumped by your, now ex, boyfriend a week before puts a damp on your plans. eddie munson, however, has a different plan for you.

word count: 5.3k

warnings: fluff, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, mentions of a past bad relationship, petty vengeance, protective!eddie, eddie being a sweetheart. eddie in a corset, eddie in leather pants (those are worthy warnings). drinking, smoking. implied smut towards the end.

author's note: happy, very early, halloween <3 i started writing this last year and originally, it was supposed to be a four-part series, and it became this one-shot. because of that, i'm sorry if it seems rushed, but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Hawkins' suburban streets were a dull blur of white picket fences and houses that looked all the same, passing through the open windows of your car, despite the cold autumn wind blowing in. Even on Halloween night, where the air was full of childlike wonder and mischief, those same houses lit up with the same old seasonal decorations, the children going trick-or-treating, your school friends going out with the best of worst intentions. It all still felt dull to you. 

Perhaps because you felt that dullness deep inside of you, dead to the world around you. Fitting for such a morbid holiday — your favorite holiday, completely ruined by someone else's decisions.

Your self-pitying thoughts were interrupted by the curly-haired freshman who was currently inspecting the tapes piled in your glove compartment. You watched with interest from the corner of your eye as Dustin clicks the radio to a stop, without asking, and inserts your Blizzard of Ozz tape in the cassette player.

As the first chords of I Don't Know started echoing through the car, you teased, "Since when do you like these?"

"Since when do you care about what I listen to?"

Most days, you could deal with the kid's presumption, it was quite endearing, actually. That night, though, all you managed was to sigh as dramatically as you could.

"You've been hanging out with Munson a little too much." You pointed, "What's next? You're gonna grow out your hair like Mike is doing?"

"Mike isn't growing his hair out because of… Oh."

"You used to be more observant, Dusty."

You smiled at his silly expression, blue eyes wide with realization. It was the first time they could bring out a smile from you that evening, and you could tell that the teens in the backseat could feel the tension lift a little bit. 

The accidental mention of the metalhead made your mind wander once more. You wondered if you'd see him tonight, even if just for a moment, and if you'd be able to look and, perhaps, melt at one of his lazy smiles and cute dimples without feeling guilty for the first time since you met him. 

If being able to reciprocate Eddie Munson's lingering stares was the reward you got after being suddenly broken up with a week before Halloween, then you could start seeing an end to your current misery.

You didn't let yourself hang on to false hope, though. You were still nursing a broken heart and delusion wasn't going to help with it — but going home to a warm blanket, cheap wine and a bunch of horror movie VHS tapes that your Family Video friends had graciously delivered to your house after a very persuasive phone call.

After years of friendship, Steve Harrington still couldn't resist your pouting, even from a distance.

"Don't be mean. You're being awfully mean today, did you know that? Loosen up a little." Dustin snapped, but with little bite to his words.

You turned to him again, "Can you blame me?"

"Leave her alone, butthead." From her place in the backseat, Erica Sinclair, in her meticulously pink Barbie costume, interjects. "She's already doing us a favor and you're trying to be a smartass?"

Her older brother and Max Mayfield completely ignored Erica and Dustin's following little back and forth, stuck in their own little teenage love affair — and if, for only a moment, you were jealous of the easy, uncomplicated way they talked and held hands in the small space between their bodies, you shook it off just as quickly — as you winked at the youngest Sinclair from the rearview mirror.

You'd never tell anyone, but Erica had always been your favorite.

Their conversation was once again forgotten, overshadowed by your racing thoughts and eagerness to get home as soon as you could, until you parked in front of Steve's house, where your younger friends would enjoy their official party of their High School years. There had been a long time without any ragers at Harringtons', not since Steve became one of the losers, but after the events of last Spring, he thought we could all use some innocent (probably not that innocent on his side, god only knows that boy needed to get laid), spooky fun.

You'd thoroughly agreed before your boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend, put an end to all of your plans.

"Listen," you started, shutting the door of the driver's side of your car a little too violently while the kids gathered up outside, "if you get in any kind of trouble, call me. If you're gonna drink, or do any kind of drugs…" You're interrupted by groans and whines of 'really?' and 'we're not going to!', "don't do it alone, okay? And drink lots of water! Better safe than sorry, babies."

Most of that advice was just to mess with them, you knew they weren't anything like you when you were their age, but you cared too much about those miscreants to pretend that monsters and secret government organizations were the only obstacles they'd have to face in their teen years.

It's all a flurry of rolling eyes and quiet mumblings of "okay, whatever, we weren't gonna do any of that anyway" before they leave across the street to find the host of the party that was slowly, but surely, starting to fill in, groups of people coming into the house from both sides of the street, music echoing through the walls and into the evening air. Your heart clenched, heavy in your chest, wishing you could let go of the ache that was pulling you down and allow yourself to feel alive again, maybe just for one night.

You just about missed the pair of warm, brown eyes that watched you slouch back into your car and drive away.

On the other side of the street, Eddie Munson stood on the pristine front yard of the Harringtons' house, taking a long hit of his cigarette and rubbing the back of his hand over the eyeshadow spread on his eye, cursing and coughing when he realized the black stain it left behind on his skin.

He was uncomfortable and bored, listening to the deep bass line of Blondie's rapture coming from the house behind him, Debbie Harry's soft voice lulling him into a steady rhythm. He knew he was pushing it, coming to a place full of people, of people who half hated him at worst, half mistrusted him at best, even after his name was cleared. Worst of all, none of them understood his costume, which, to him, was the biggest insult of all.

Not knowing who Alice Cooper was supposed to be was one of the biggest treasons in his own, personal, Munson doctrine.

Now, he stood there, regretting every decision he had made that night, his leather pants pulling a little too tight on his legs and feeling a little too tempted to scrub the black eyeshadow from his face, thinking about a way to let his friends down gently when he bails on them.

His discomfort lasted until he saw your car pull up, and suddenly, leaving felt like a very, very bad idea.

Eddie was used to admiring you from a distance. From when he saw you for the first time, that fateful night at Reefer Rick's boathouse, it was all he could do without making a fool of himself. He didn't know how to carry himself around you, too caught up on your beauty, on your wit, or on how absolutely unattainable you were, to actually become close to you.

He watched you as one would watch the midday sun, high in the sky, with a hand in front of his eyes, protecting himself from being fully consumed by your light.

When you exited the car — Henderson, Mayfield and the Sinclairs following close behind — he noticed two things: your lack of a costume (or, rather, the fact that you were wearing something that was probably your pajamas, and looked incredible while at it), and the lack of a douchebag boyfriend beside you. 

Before he could walk over, perhaps use the kids as an excuse to talk to you, you left. Eddie was left halfway through the yard, a hand limp to his side as his cigarette laid long forgotten, and what must have been a ridiculous, confused expression on his face.

It didn't take long until Dustin and Erica found him, while Lucas and Max entered the house. 

"Hey, uh… where's Y/L/N going? Is she not… Is she not staying?" He swore he tried to act casual, but he knew from the expression on both his friends' faces that he wasn't doing a great job.

"Does it look like she's staying?" Erica crossed her arms, looking as intimidating as a little girl in all pink and glitter could look like. All he did was raise an eyebrow, and got one eyebrow raised right back at him.

Dustin was more understanding, in his Luke Skywalker costume, orange pilot suit and all. "She's not feeling well, man. Steve asked her if she could drive us because Nancy was already driving Mike and the Byers, but she went home."

"Oh." Again, he tried, to no avail, to hide the disappointment in his voice. Eddie Munson was, by no means, a good actor. "Do you know what happened?"

The boy opened his mouth to answer, but Erica beat him to the punch. "You know, I think she could really use some company tonight. No one wants to be alone on Halloween night, don't you think?"

She pulled Dustin away and towards the front door, eyes wise beyond her years giving him one final look before disappearing inside. 

Eddie knew she couldn't hear him as he screamed "I owe you one, Sinclair!" and rushed to the end of the street where his old van was parked, a sliver of hope and renewed excitement rushing through him like a live wire.

Scratch about what he said about regretting leaving his house that night, he had forgotten all about that as he sped to your place, a heavy guitar riff thundering hot on his trail.

You heard him before you saw him.

There was a horror film playing in your television, a blonde teenager running from a serial killer rolling on the screen, her terrified shrieks and the crescendo of the soundtrack filling the living room — not that you've been paying attention, you haven't been paying attention since a little after the beginning of the movie. You were too busy drinking your usual, cheap red wine straight from the bottle and stuck in your own thoughts, lying on the couch with only a blanket and your cat for company.

It approached slowly, the sound of his van's stereo. Then, it grew and grew, Quiet Riot's "Metal Health" seeming to echo through the entire neighborhood. It made you tumble out of the couch, feeling the effects of the alcohol rush to your head all at once, and running to the nearest window. You're still a tiny bit dizzy when you see him, after he stopped the engine and the music stopped, skipping out of the van and towards your front door.

You'd barely caught a glimpse of Eddie before you ran from the window, afraid to get caught. A million questions surged in that moment, the seconds between recollecting yourself and answering the loud ring of your doorbell, knowing who was waiting for you outside. How did he know you were home? Wasn't he busy tonight? What made him want to come to your place of all places?

All thoughts were cut short when you opened the door and saw him.

Under your front porch light, stood Eddie Munson, looking like every wet dream you had ever had.

Dressed in a tight, black tank top, a latex corset wrapped around his slim wait, and even tighter leather pants. Pale chest bare, it was the first time you were seeing his tattoos after visiting him at the hospital, months ago. He leaned in your doorway as soon as you opened it, a gentle smile in his full lips, brown eyes lined with a smudged layer of dark eyeshadow. Your legs might have given out if you didn't hold on to the wall. 

"Hey, Eddie." A greeting comes out as a gasp, letting out the breath that was stuck inside your throat. You hoped he couldn't tell how flustered you were, but if he did, you would blame the wine. "Is everything okay? Are the kids okay?"

It dawned on you that that must have been the reason he came all the way over to your house. You tried to bury down the wave of sudden anxiety when you watched his face fall slightly, before he replied “No, no, everything is fine. Uh… I just wanted to check on you, actually.”

The expression on your face — eyebrows pinched together in confusion — must have said it all, because then, he explained himself. “The littlest Sinclair said you might be needing some company tonight, but didn’t say why. I figured that if none of them were staying with you, then I might, if that’s okay.”

Eddie’s demeanor was uncharacteristically shy. He avoided your gaze, looking at the floor while speaking, but that only made you fonder — even then, he was still as sincere as always. Your heart did a little flip in your chest, warming you from the inside out, as you opened the door enough to let him pass, silently welcoming him in.

“Erica said that?”

“Yeah. Got me worried there for a second.” He eyed you with mirth from under his wild bangs while he toed off his combat boots and left them beside the other shoes on the floor near the door. That sweet, domestic sight didn’t go unnoticed but you had other things occupying your mind, such as a reminder to thank Erica for meddling in your Halloween night plans.

“There’s nothing to worry about, I’m fine. Just not in the mood to party, that’s all.”

“See, that doesn’t sound like you, Y/N.”

“How do you know that?”

“I guess I just know more about you than you’d think.”

You were still both standing in the small hallway that led to your living room, now staring at each other. Eddie felt out of place, next to the cream and beige shades of the wallpaper your mom chose when you moved there, in his all black ensemble, all leather and spikes and wild hair, but at the same time, you felt like he could belong there, if he stayed long enough.

You wished he would.

“I don’t know about that,” you sighed, “but if you want to stay and watch some movies, that would be more than okay.”

He smiled and leaned back, looking taller and impossibly handsome, dark eyes shimmering. You almost melted on your spot, but again, you wanted to blame it on the wine. 

“Lead the way, babe.”

At some point during the night, between one gruesome film and another, and a couple of bottles of wine being passed back and forth, you had scooted closer and closer together on your couch, until you were almost pressed flush against each other. Eddie was afraid to move and break whatever spell you seemed to be under, because he hadn't felt comfortable like that in a long time.

It was easy being around you. It hadn't been easy for Eddie to be around a lot of people, not since Spring Break, but with you, it took absolutely no effort to just be. To let go, to let his mind rest, to just focus on how warm the skin of your thigh was under your sweatpants, almost touching his, to make you laugh with his witty commentary of the awful movies you'd chosen to watch, to watch how beautiful you looked under the blue light of the television whenever you looked away from him.

He had it bad, that much he knew. Been smitten for a long time, enamored with the girl just out of his reach, but close enough to admire without guilt, but he wasn't about to let his feelings be known quite yet. Not when you were so close, so perfect, so… approachable, for the first time ever.

Eddie had never liked your boyfriend, from the first time he met him — just another Hawkins rich boy, swim team star, on his way to some fancy college out of state, and worst of all, he got to call you his. Unlike Steve Harrington, who managed to sway his usually unshakable opinion, Andrew just proved him right every time he had the unfortunate opportunity to meet him.

The first time he saw him was right after the dust had settled. He had just walked out of the hospital as a free man, mysteriously forgiven by the law enforcement that just a few days earlier was set on kicking him while he was down, and was received by his friends back at his trailer, a small committee complete with a handmade "welcome back!" sign and a cake baked by you. 

You, who welcomed him back with open arms and never stopped fighting for him, even if you'd only officially met a week before.

You'd spent that afternoon in his bedroom, along with his friends and his uncle, all sitting around his bed and reminiscing, happy to be there, happy to be alive. Still recovering from your wounds, seen and unseen, leaning on each other like a lifeline. He remember holding your hand that day, acutely aware of the ring on your finger, but doing it anyway — your hold never faltered, instead, you ran your thumb across the skin of his hand and smiled.

Was that what bliss felt like?

Later that day, you were the first to leave. Andrew came to pick you up, Dustin announced as he was the one to answer the door. A frown made its way to your face, if only for a second, and that was enough to make Eddie decide he didn't like the guy. Not only that but he insisted on walking you to the door, ignoring the protests coming from all around the room.

Walking slowly, as much as his still fresh bite wounds would allow, he let you lead him to his front door, a gentle hand on his back, guiding him. He didn't let himself feel bad for using his battered state to let you touch him without guilt, he could do that later, after the comforting warmth of your touch had stopped branding his skin. 

When you opened the door, that's when Eddie saw him. He knew Andrew hadn't been there during Spring Break, away with his family to some tropical destination, far from the horror they, you, had to endure. Eddie could tell he didn't care much either, letting you tend to your also still fresh wounds, both physical and mental, by yourself most of the time after he got back, only calling you when he needed something.

Eddie tells himself he would never let you out of his sight, if you were his girl, but there's also a lot of other things he likes to think about when he considers that scenario.

He watched you say goodbye, squeezing his shoulder before leaving and descending his trailer's stairs, down to your boyfriend's nice car and cold arms, leading you away from him, but not before leering him down at his own doorway, a condenscending, degrading look Eddie knew a little too well by now.

Not a word was spoken between the two, but there was no need, Eddie already made hating him into a new hobby.

With that sudden rememberance, your soft giggles bringing him back to the present, Eddie couldn't help but ask.

"What happened to your boyfriend?"

Without missing a beat, you chuckled, and responded without looking at him. "He dumped me."

"He what?" His question sounded a lot louder and high-pitched than he had intended. Eddie thought it would be easier for you to have dumped him other than the opposite.

Who would be stupid enough to let you go like that?

With a long sigh, you clicked the remote to pause the movie, and turned around to face him fully. He tried not to show how disappointed he was to lose the physical contact you had at that moment, but his hand clenched almost involuntarily, eager to reach out and pull you back. Where you belonged, his traitorous mind added.

"Dumped me, yeah." You sat with your legs crossed and he did the same, turning to hear you. "Last week. Unceremoniously, might I add, through the phone, even. I heard through the grapevine he's already dating someone else, but that might be just rumors, or maybe not, honestly I expect anything from him at this point."

Eddie's mind was reeling. "Was that why you didn't want to go out tonight?"

"That's part of the reason." You nod. "I just really don't wanna risk seeing him and Halloween is my favorite holiday, I don't want it more ruined than it already is."

The urge to punch the guy in the face was strong, stronger than it was when he was still recovering, when you were still together. It made him restless, fidgeting in his seat. The hand that lied limp at his side finally reached out, sitting on your knee and squeezing it only slightly. "I'm sorry. I know that it's not worth much, but I really am. You deserve better."

A weak smile formed on your lips, but it didn't reach your eyes. Eddie desperately wanted to make your face light up again. A brief idea struck him, then.

"Do you know where he might be tonight?"

"Benny's, probably. I don't know. I don't want to know." Despite your distress, you looked adorable with your nose scrunched and your head down, picking on your already chipped nail polish. Unable to help himself, Eddie finally reached out, his first unmistakably purposeful display of affection towards you — a little unsure, a little clumsy, but it still felt right — bringing his curled index finger below your chin, gently tipping your head up, making you meet his eyes.

"You might wanna know about what I'm thinking."

His voice was soft, but his dark eyes were full of mischief.

It was late when you got to Benny's. Not that anyone there would mind, the music inside was blasting loud enough that it could be heard for miles, and the people who were outside were all too intoxicated to mind your presence.

The basketball team, and seemingly every other jock affiliation at school, had a different party happening on Halloween night. They must have not gotten their big suburban house for themselves this year, Eddie thought. He would usually try to crash these parties, make some money out of the only few times these jocks didn't abhor his mere presence to his advantage, but things had changed for him, and for all it's worth, he had better things to do tonight.

Getting your ex-boyfriends back from what he did to you was his first priority. The second was making you forget all about him.

You and Eddie must have looked like quite a pair. He was still in his full costume, standing out from the more boring looking costumes the popular crowd opted for that evening, and you had put on the first outfit you saw after he'd told you his plan and whisked you away in his van. An old black sweater and ripped jeans, he saw your mismatched socks before you put on your boots, the ones that were already near the door. 

To him, you looked perfect, but he could tell how uncomfortable you were with all the people around you. Your ex's friends, he assumed. Eddie wondered if you were ever at these parties, and if Andrew even cared about how you felt about them. He doesn't want to think too much about it or he could feel himself get mad again.

"Hey," he brought a hand to your back, moving it up and down in a soothing manner, "we'll be in and out of here, 'kay?"

"Yeah, I know." Your smile was small, but Eddie was relieved to see it anyway. He promised himself he'd make convincing you to leave your house worth it, and he'll keep his promise.

"So… which one is his car?"

He watched you point to a tan-colored Jeep towards the end of the improvised parking lot. Silently, he grabbed your hand and led the way towards it. It wasn't a very well thought out plan, the one came up with whilst he seethed thinking about an asshole like that dumping a girl like you. It demanded serious action, in his humble opinion.

Property damage, more like it.

Eddie had been trying to stay out of trouble since the events of last March. He'd been officially cleared of all charges, something to do with the reappearance of Chief Hopper and his connections with the government. The details were foggy, he barely remembered signing all of those documents, still in his hospital bed and hazy from the medication. Wayne probably knew more than he did, but Eddie never asked too many questions.

He tried to go on as normally as he could, working odd jobs here and there as his body recovered, doing his best to heal his mind too. He stopped selling, graduated in May, spent more time with his new found friends — his new found family — and his old ones. Started dreaming about a girl who belonged to someone else, foolishly hoping that someday she would be his.

Not so foolish now, those dreams seemed.

Keeping out of trouble was surprisingly easy after you'd barely escaped life in prison, or worse — Eddie discovered there were far worse things than getting locked up, or living up to his family name. After all that, a minor misdemeanor was worth it if it was going to make you smile, at least in his eyes.

When you approached the Jeep, he could tell there was something going on in there. If he noticed, you noticed it as well, inching closer to it, slowly, trying to not get caught. The car was not empty, there were two people in front seats, making out — your ex and a girl Eddie did not recognize.

The first thing he felt was your grip on his hand tighten, and when he turned his body around to look at you, you looked away. Heartbroken, a dejected look on your pretty face, lips turned into a frown. It was almost like you didn't want to be seen at that moment, trying to hide, but Eddie couldn't let you. His own heart breaking for you, but willing to do whatever it took to mend it.

He took your face in both of his hands, urging you to look at him. "You don't need to get any closer, all right? Let me handle it, it was my idea. We won't spend more than five minutes here, I promise. Then I'll take you home, or we can go wherever you want. Far away from him, okay?"

"Okay. It's okay. I trust you, Eddie." 

The chill he's been feeling having foregone his jacket is readily forgotten as he takes in how sweet your eyes look in the low light of the street. He runs his thumb over your cheek just briefly before letting you go, going over to Andrew's car.

Thankfully for the height of the car, it was easy for Eddie to crouch and quickly grab the butterfly knife he usually kept on the inside pocket of his jacket — for safety measures, especially after being almost eaten alive, he didn't feel well without a weapon within close proximity. Call him crazy, but maybe there's always demobats to be fought, or asshole ex-boyfriends to screw over.

He cringed as he noticed the car starting to shake slightly, and prayed that you'd kept looking away. Eddie made a quick job of it — light on his feet, he slashed each of the four tires, and as he watched them slowly deflate, he ran towards you. You looked at him, covering your mouth to hide your nervous laughter, and he put his finger to his mouth, signaling you to keep quiet.

Together, you ran. Eddie didn't know who grabbed whose hand first, but when he came to himself you were running in the direction of his van, and you were giggling openly, making him smile until his cheeks hurt in turn. When you stopped, panting and still laughing, none of you let go.

"I can't believe we did that."

"I did that. You just watched, sweetheart."

Rolling your eyes, you pulled him a little closer by the hand you were holding. "Still, you're my hero, Eddie Munson."

"Couldn't stand thinking about what that dick did to you. He never deserved you in the first place."

He thought he'd said something wrong when you didn't say anything right away, but he was pleasantly surprised when you finished closing the distance between you, capturing his bottom lip between yours in a delicate kiss. He stood there, shocked for a second, before bringing his hands to your waist, drawing you to his chest.

Your arms around his neck, his traveling to your back, the sound of the deep bass coming from the inside of Benny's drowning everything around you. You were all he could feel, your soft lips melding with his, taking in all the little noises you made when he touched you just right. Feeling you under his touch was kind of surreal, like he couldn't believe it was happening just yet.

He swallowed the sigh you let out, just before drawing away, looking for air. "What was that?"

"Just a thank you, for now." You pointed with another peck to his lips.

"For now? What's for later?"

"Take me home like you promised and you'll find out."

"Baby, you don't need to…," not even he expected the pet name, or what followed, "you know, thank me like that. Or at all! I wasn't expecting anything from you…"

Before he could say anymore, you silenced him with another kiss, this time sucking on his bottom lip and letting him deepen it, taking the opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth, getting lost in the taste of you. Eddie walked you back until you hit the side of his van, his hand covering the back of your head, softening the impact.

He couldn't bear to hold himself back any longer, and you didn't seem to want him to slow down either, pulling him impossibly closer by his hair, making him moan into your mouth.

"I know you weren't, but I've been wanting to do this for a long time."

"Yeah?" He tilted his head, running his hands under your sweater, feeling your warm skin under your shirt, "Not longer than me, I'm sure."

"Wanna bet?"

The rest of the night was a blur. When Eddie woke up the next morning, naked on your bed, all he could remember was spending through the streets, dividing his already thin attention between kissing you and the steering wheel, drinking wine on your couch until you started taking your clothes off, and stumbling up the stairs while he removed his.

You slept peacefully beside him, your hair like a halo around your head, faint purple hickies on your neck. Though his mind was foggy, and his head ached with a hangover he was sure to blame your cheap wine, he didn't regret a thing he did the night before.

Later, when you woke up, after he spent looking at your ceiling and wondering how did he get so lucky, you got under the sheets and thanked him some more.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fanfic

[otteranha]

Insidious is the word Eddie would use for the letters that come in the mail, first to the trailer then later to their various shabby, wonderful apartments. Steve feels it even if he doesn’t have the same vast vocabulary that Eddie does, insidious is what the letters feel like.

One way plane ticket to join them in Palm Springs, with a series of college applications folded up underneath.

A brochure for a backpacking trip across Europe and his mother describing how their friend’s children had also taken gap years before they got their shit act together.

They invite him for Christmas in New York. There’s informational materials on Fordham University and NYU, but at least this time they haven’t actually started filling out applications for him.

A FedEx arrives with the a lift badge and a key to the ski lodge they’re staying at in Vale. Photos of the beautiful scenery and incidentally the beautiful daughters of their friends on the slopes.

Eddie sees them like an octopus, a kraken, endlessly reaching out arms to pull Steve back into the life they wanted him to have. He knows Steve loves him, loves their life together, but they always leave him in a weird, empty mood. It keeps Eddie awake at night thinking of the next plane ticket to come. How dare they? How dare they? They’d all but disappeared after Steve graduated from high school, the silent treatment for not getting into college, for not trying to get into college. Then turned him out completely when they found out about him and Eddie, not knowing if their son, their injured, traumatized son would have a roof over his head. Because they always thought he’d come crawling back, lesson learned, ready to dance their little dance. He thinks But that didn’t happen and now they’re starting to worry, they’re starting to sweat that they won’t have junior to join the family business, they won’t have the perfect daughter-in-law to criticize and the 2.5 grandkids to show off, they’re starting to worry about the Harrington family name.

It’s not fair to Steve because he always, always throws the letters in the trash. He doesn’t even open them if he can tell from the envelope who they’re from but it’s not always obvious, and he’s a smidge paranoid about missing a bill. Eddie opens them all out of morbid curiosity. He knows it’s not good for him, not good for them that it’s just fueling his own fear and thick, bitter anger at them for making Eddie afraid, for making Steve look so sad until-

“Uh, babe what’s this?” Eddie asks.

Steve’s come home with a bunch of official looking papers. “It’s a boilerplate for a cease and desist letter. Did you know you don’t need a lawyer to send one? I was talking to Daphne down at the library about the letters we keep getting from my parents and she showed me these. See, you fill in your own stuff like mad libs.”

All Eddie can do is stare slack-jawed. His voice comes out hoarse, “Mad libs?”

“It’s more serious than that, obviously, that’s just the only thing I could think of when she showed me.” Daphne down at the library loves Steve, all the librarians love Steve. Most of them love Eddie too but he hasn’t noticed.

“So you send them this cease and desist thing and they legally have to stop offering you all expenses paid trips to Nice?”

“It’s worth a try.”

“And you’re sure you want to do this?” Eddie tries not to let his voice break.

Steve looks at him seriously. “I know they still think it’s not too late for the whole prodigal son thing, but every time I think about the things I would have to do or not do to make them love me, if they even really could love me-” he sighs, “And the way I’d have to live. I know you think it’s some huge sacrifice for me to be with you and ignore my parents, but it’s not just that. It would be Robin too. And Dustin and Erica and Will and the rest of my little weirdos because they’re little weirdos. You would be worth it on your own, you would. But even without that, I can’t live like them.” He finally smiles at Eddie, winks then climbs on the table and announces in a dramatic tone, “Forced conformity! That’s what’s killing the kids!”

Eddie pulls him off the table and Steve kisses his teary, snotty face.

“Shut up, I do not sound like that!”

#stranger things #steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things hc #stranger things au #st steddie #stranger things fic #steve harrington has bad parents

[malleleothreesome]

So I scrolled down and just met you through your stage sex fic and scrolled through and couldn't find the pt.2 and it has been a month but I only met you today and I haven't read anything else just yet but I will but my question is will there be a pt.2 cause you have me frothing at the mouth for him and if I have to commission u to do it I will!

Hi!!! Thank you both so much for your interest in my fic. @starshiningsirius ahaha I'm truly honored that you would consider paying me for my work 😅💖 It means a lot to me! Unfortunately, I have not started working on part 2 yet. YET!! I promise I'll get it out to you, I still have interest in finishing it. I'm feeling just like a little... blocked on it.

I think it's because I'm unsure of how kinky to make it. I think there are two camps—people who want 3rd years in the audience, and people who don't. Ever since it was first suggested to me, I think having 3rd years in the audience is a really fun suggestion. Tbh, if it was up to me (which I guess it IS adbjasbdiu but that doesn't necessarily mean I'll go through with it)... I think it would really tie into the story if I had 3rd years forced to sit in the audience as they slowly turned into wood 💀 But I know that's like an extremely kinky thing (and really morbid) to do and theres a lot of ppl who would be like 'ew Erica wtf is wrong with you?' (Also if I have Lilia turning to wood I guess he can't film the show for Malleus so like 🤔🤨🧐)—See I have lots of varying ideas.

I also thought about making a separate post that was like "How would 3rd years react to seeing you on stage having sex with Fellow" and that would give all 3rd years a chance to shine while also keeping things separate for people who don't want to read that. I don't know!!! Please feel free to comment or send me an ask with your suggestions! I mean, I'm even open to the idea of including more than just the 3rd years (I know the Tweels are very beloved characters even though I myself am not into them) but I know that creates even MORE of an ick for other people.

My fear is: now that we are getting deep into the smut of it all, I know everyone has very specific tastes, wants, needs, & icks when it comes to sex, so I'm filled with trepidation when trying to come up with the rest of the plot. Since I separated it into part 1 and part 2, I'm kind of afraid of writing something that will ruin part 2 for people who enjoyed part 1 and were eagerly anticipating part 2. Does that make sense? So I'm thinking about it too deeply, and therefore, I am feeling blocked on starting because I want to come up with something that will please everyone.

Like, if I had just released the whole story from the start, people could have chosen not to read it at all if the content warnings weren't their vibe, but noooow... people who read it already are invested in the outcome of part 2. Ah, the pressure! 😩

Realistically, I know I can't please everyone, but I'm still very new to writing (I've only been posting on here around 2 months now!) and I still have that eagerness to want to strive to make everyone happy. So, I guess it's something I have to work through and get over as a writer.

Also, I've been having fun ignoring my Stage Sex Part 2 anxieties by writing completely different prompts for my writing event going on right now lol. However, I think I'll rip the metaphorical band-aid off starting next year (aka like in a few days lol) and just start writing part 2. Hopefully my blockage will melt away and I'll be able to come up with something I'm happy with! At the end of the day, my main goal is to make reader x Fellow have AMAZING sex, so I guess I'll start with that and see what other things I want to add to spice things up at the end.

Again, thank you both so much for your interest, it means the world to me. I hope to get Part 2 out to you ASAP and I hope I can write something that you really enjoy!

#‧͙+ ̊*・༓☾ Erica Answers ☽༓・* ̊+‧͙ #this is so long sorry #as you can see i have a LOT OF THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS!!!!

[buckybarnesss]

Maybe it's because my first tumblr fandom was Supernatural but I am, like, primed to dig into why and how all these parents went wrong. None of the TW parents on are on John Winchester level, of course, but it's very wild that so many people are convinced that the sheriff is an amazing dad.

Like, where is the evidence? Threatening to beat up kids who beat up Stiles is not necessarily an indication of good parenting!!

i don't think anyone can ever achieve john winchester levels of bad parenting. was john emulating chuck or was chuck emulating john?

teen wolf is full of neglectful parents, dead parents and broken families.

this is by plot necessity because no involved parent is going to miss their kid sneaking out at all hours and getting up to life threatening hijinks.

the entire plot of the show happens because stiles was left alone listening to the police scanner and like the morbid punk ass nosy ass kid he is wanted to go see a dead body and dragged his equally left alone best friend along for the ride.

melissa and the sheriff love their kids but they're hardly there. rafael is an absent parent. claudia is dead.

isaac mother and older brother are deceased. his father is abusive than dead.

erica and boyd's families aren't even given a cursory mention.

lydia's mother is still there but she's not very involved and when she is she isn't all that understanding. her father disappears from the show entirely even when the plot involves his mother. it's implied lydia spent a lot of time with her grandmother lorraine who is deceased.

evelyn tate is dead. henry tate is apparently there, alive and super uninvolved with malia because malia does whatever the fuck she wants when she wants. she sleeps at the stilinski's frequently and this isn't an issue???? her biological parents are a pair of unhinged people one of whom actively tries to kill her more than once.

liam's step-father was introduced but we don't see him again and we never learn anything about his mother.

the argents are fucking insane. chris and victoria spent years lying their asses off to allison. victoria kills herself over being a werewolf. chris is a hot/cold parent on the best of days.

ken yukimura and noshiko are there but boy there's a lot to unpack there. ken is great and adores kira but he gets put in the backseat a lot. noskiko and kira are going to have many, many lifetimes to deal with their issues.

even though the whittermores' did the objectively correct action in removing jackson from beacon hills i do wonder if they did get him therapy because it's an entire plot point jackson has unresolved issues from being adopted and feels like he has no real identity.

the hales have unfortunate implications everywhere.

teen wolf kids are all shades of maladjusted and fucked up. they're all toys on misfit island looking for belonging.

#my blog #teen wolf #thoughts on teen wolf

[mightyflamethrower]

Zyahna Bryant Monetizes Obesity Still More

Militant racist Zyahna Bryant — who ruined the life of Morgan Bettinger for being white — has monetized her morbid obesity via cultural Marxism by presenting it as an oppressed identity. Dove is driving away costumers with sensitive stomachs by presenting this monstrosity as the face of its products. Thanks to the willful stupidity of liberals, the greedy Zyahna is wringing still more cash from being fat:

An online fundraiser has been launched to pay for security for Black Lives Matter activist Zyahna Bryant — whose partnership with Dove to promote “fat liberation” sparked controversy after she was accused of getting a white student expelled over “misheard” comments.

Zyahna’s whole schtick is to pretend to be a victim. Now we are told her life is at risk because racism and fatphobia. So pony up to show what a devout liberal you are. Others have:

The GoFundMe — which had raised nearly $10,000 by Sunday – was created last week by Erica Chapman, a Charlottesville, Virginia, woman who claims she is Bryant’s cousin.

Zyahna claims to have received threats.

The nature of the threats against Bryant was unclear. It also wasn’t known was kind of security measures she may be receiving.

Reads the pitch:

“Please help Zyahna’s friends and family support her by ensuring she’s SAFE and protected as she continues her important work assisting and elevating marginalized people and communities.”

Moonbats and their money are easily parted, as the fortune that was flushed down Black Lives Matter and into oblivion testifies. This is fine, when they limit the politically motivated profligacy to their own money. Usually, they use Big Government to waste ours.

[warrior-of-waistbands]

Extended faculty of Jerome Horwitz Elementary:

- Jessica and the Sophies: Jessica and Sophie One make up the administrative department and act as direct assistants to Principal Erica Wang; meanwhile Other Sophie is the school librarian (she used to work with Jessica until she requested to be moved to another position)

- Bo: the school's guidance counselor; specializes in working with kids deemed the "problem child." He likes to decorate his office with the clay sculptures he makes in his spare time.

- Gooch: kindergarten teacher. A little scatterbrained but a surprisingly engaging educator. Everyone at JHES calls him Gooch ("Mr. Gooch" to his students); Erica is the only one who calls him Steve, though he's not sure if she means it seriously or if she's just doing it to tease him.

- Dressy: music teacher; she, art teacher Harold, and english teacher George head the school's Music and Arts Program. She has her students call her "Miss Dressy" because "Miss Killman" sounds kinda morbid.

- Stanley: the "odd jobs" man around JHES, he mostly functions as the catch-all janitor, handyman, and groundskeeper. He's also the staff member most acquainted with the Krupp brothers due to their family farms neighboring each other.

- Melvin: science teacher. He'd rather be working in a lab in some prestigious institution somewhere but instead he's stuck doing this. Sigh. Insists on being called "Professor Sneedly" by his students and co-workers both.

#j's posts #generation swap au #i ended up swapping jessica and sophie one's shirts 'cause they fit better that way #melvin is a mix of melvinborg and my regular adult melvin design #other sophie is giving me daphne blake vibes oops #okay i think that's all the commentary i had for this one

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Headcanon request for the reapers. What hobbies do you think they have or would like to have if they had more time?

a few of these are a lil sad or have sad undertones, but hopefully still what you're looking for!

also all the Reapers are technically too many for headcanon sets (my limit is 5 characters for headcanon sets) so I did more a single headcanon/reaction style! :)

Gardening, for sure! His interest in that started as a morbid fascination with, well… thorns. Trying to understand his own illness through using plants which had thorns, even though he knew it was a silly comparison. Still, he’s grown to love flowers. He doesn’t have as much time as he might like to tend to a full garden, but he has a few small plants around the house that he can manage. Erica flowers are his favorite; he’s also partial to succulents, though. They’re hardy, don’t need a lot of babying, and are incredibly hard to kill.

Reading, even though some people consider him very much not the bookworm ‘type’. Knowledge is power, and if he can learn things that might come to be useful by casually browsing through the morning paper’s headlines or happening upon something in a novel, all the better. The rookies should take a page from his book! (Haha.) He’s definitely partial to newspapers, as an attempt to keep informed about current events. However, he’s no stranger to losing himself in a good mystery… or, occasionally, something romantic.

Cosmetics!! Usually on themself, although they will happily give makeovers upon request! It’s perhaps a gauche interest in the time period, since people who wear a lot of makeup are often derided as prostitutes. That doesn’t exactly work on Grell — they couldn’t care less if people tell them they’re wearing ‘whore paint’. Whatever pronouns they happen to be using, they like to look feminine, and cosmetics make them feel like they have that look. Their favorite thing to experiment with is lipstick, but, really, even their so-called unfavorites are favorites.

Hmm… board games and card games? Being in Forensics, he has a bit more downtime than the average field working Reaper, so he needs something to keep him from dying a second time out of boredom. It just can’t be something conspicuous that looks like slacking off. He’s gotten quite good at chess, though he’s also partial to dominoes and solitaire. Also, he enjoys building houses of cards. He takes immense pride in spending days on them and showing them off to people.

… Does drinking and picking people up at bars count as a hobby? Because that’s something he enjoys doing! Really, he hasn’t been a Reaper long enough to quite realize just how important a different hobby is. So he’s mostly been sticking to things he did whilst human; drinking, flirting, having sex. In the future, it might dawn on him that he can’t just keep doing the things he did as a human and expect everything to be great. Perhaps once that does settle in… he’ll give modeling and fashion a go? He’s got the looks and sense for it!

Smoking. That’s kind of a hobby, isn’t it? Bah. He doesn’t focus on hobbies too terribly much, because he’s busy enough. Once he’s done with work, he likes to just relax, smoke, and sleep. That said, he’s sort of interested in machinery and engineering, like… watches, clocks, music boxes, that kind of thing. If he ever decides to pick something up other than a cigarette, he might give that a try. He’s discovered through helping Sascha with their equipment that he does like tinkering with things. That may be… not quite as relaxing as a cigarette, but close.

Ah, their work is their whole life!! Well, hm… kind of. In the sense that they count themself lucky their job involves their hobby, at least. Photography is their biggest love, so getting to spend their whole workday snapping pictures? They adore that. After they clock out of work, they spend the rest of their day taking photos of landscapes, or pretty people they see, or interesting bugs. They probably even take a photo of their dinner. Although they’ll eventually need to find a different hobby, they’re content to do this until their passion spirals into a burnout.

Ain’t his hobbies obvious? He’s clearly trying to do research for a big book of jokes he hopes to compile and publish someday! Hahahaha! Kidding aside, he’s been burning the candle at both ends for such a long time that he hasn’t had a real hobby in a while. The one thing which comes close is that he bakes quite a bit. Biscuits, tea cakes, scones… he’s always cooking up something sweet. This is probably the saving grace that keeps him from going completely batty; while baking, he can relax and focus solely on this one thing, and then he has something to savor once he’s done.

Reapers have no time nor need for hobbies. That’s the whole point of being a Reaper. This existence is a punishment, an eternity of work to understand the value of human life so they realize it’s something precious and shouldn’t be thrown away like they all did. He’s… intense about this. He views sleep as his ‘guilty pleasure’ hobby, even though it’s something that Reapers (unlike demons or angels) do need. Aside from that, he’s pretty much all business. He does get a little relaxation and pleasure out of cooking, even after a long day… but you’d be hard pressed to get him to admit it’s a hobby.

#Black Butler #Kuroshitsuji #Alan #Eric #Grell #Othello #Ronald #Rudger #Sascha #Undertaker #William #reaction #general #domestic #slice of life #aaaaaaa my babies~ #William's makes me saddest of all I think XD #one hell of a queue

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Harrower #1 by Justin Jordan and Brahm Revel. Cover by Revel. Variant covers by (2) Erica Henderson and (3) Michael Walsh. Out in February 2023.

“There's nothing to fear in the quaint town of Harrow, New York - except, that is, for the Harrower. The children wish this boogeyman was just an urban legend, but this purveyor of puritanical vengeance against the unrighteous is very real, and there's no escape, because the Harrower seems unkillable, and spans generations, always returning… What secrets will Jessa Brink, a teenage girl obsessed with the Harrower, uncover, and will she be able to escape the pull of her morbid fixation? This deconstruction of the slasher genre is the fresh and terrifyingly grounded take is perfect for fans of Bone Orchard and The Closet!”

#harrower #jessa brink #boom studios #justin jordan #brahm revel #erica henderson #michael walsh #variant cover #horror #comics

[stranger-phenomena]

Nancy Has Powers

So something I noticed while rewatching Season 4, Nancy recognises the door to the Creel House from Max's drawings.

As far as we know Nancy has never seen the Creel House before. Hell, she hadn't even heard of Victor Creel before Wayne mentioned him. And when she reassembles the drawing, we get a flashback to Victor's memories of arriving at the house. What if Nancy recognised the house because she somehow saw Victor's memories?

There's more, back in Season 2 when she sees the red-haired girl in the library and zones out remembering Barb, we hear echoes of Barb calling out to Nancy in the UD.

We also hear Nancy's conversation with Barb from that night echoed just before it, reinforcing the idea that it is Nancy's recollection. Was Nancy somehow aware of what was happening to Barb? Her death is cut against Nancy and Steve having sex, could Nancy see it happening? Are those cuts to Barb representing Nancy's visions? As if that scene wasn't morbid enough already.

Then there's Nancy's hunch about Mrs Driscoll and the rats in Season 3 turning out to be right and connected to the UD. It really does seem to me that Nancy has some form of telepathy or precognition - True Sight, you could say.

This could be why Vecna targeted her for his vision, tapping into her own powers to show her his future. It could also explain why Nancy was the one to defeat Vecna in the finale.

This one's a bit of a walk so bear with me.

So far everyone we know with powers has been a Number. Thanks to the cast credits, we now have Numbers 001 to 018 accounted for. If Will and Nancy both have powers, that would take us up to twenty Numbers. Like the twenty-sided die from D&D.

Back in Eddie's D&D campaign from S4E1, we get focus on two dice rolls. Dustin rolls an 11 and fails to beat Vecna, Erica rolls a 20 and succeeds.

We can see how Dustin's roll foreshadows Eleven failing to beat Vecna at the end of the season, what if Erica's roll foreshadows someone else, Number 020, being the one to defeat Vecna in the end.

Now, it's almost certainly going to be Will who defeats Vecna in the end, we don't need to dive that deep to see that coming. And with the common theory that he has powers, that would make him Number 020. But in order to have Number 020, we need Number 019, and that's Nancy.

She beats Vecna where Eleven could not because, well, 19 is a higher roll than 11. Not enough to defeat him outright, but enough to take him down a peg, cut off one of the heads.

#stranger things #st analysis #nancy wheeler #st theory #henry creel #vecna #will byers #nancy wheeler has powers #byler #<-target audience

[rocknrollsalad-moved]

From the Top, Make it Drop

Steve and Eddie learn to use tik tok.

Of course, it takes months for them to use it to play pranks on each other. Steve's cute, wholesome videos of him signing song will never be the same.

All prompted by a convo with ainsalaco that inspired me just a little too much.

rockstar!eddie    deaf!steve    modern era

                                                  __________

word count: 3207 trigger warnings: the lyrics of wap but honestly they’re mostly implied. let’s just say language though?? it’s wholesome as shit ao3 link: here

                                                 __________

It started the same way this did for anyone not in high school; morbid curiosity and boredom. 

     I don’t want to watch a bunch of kids dance. 

     We’re too old for that, there’s nothing on it for us. 

     Who wants to be cringy and trendy? 

Steve and Eddie had gone through all the stages of grief with TikTok, happier with their Instagrams and Facebooks (though Corroded Coffin also had a Twitter to reach the maximum amount of people) but TikTok wasn’t going away. 

Dustin text links relentlessly, if Eddie didn’t watch it then the link was sent to Steve. Or the other way around. Will and Lucas started talking only in references to videos and stopped making sense to those too old, too unhip to get it. Max went viral several times over for roasting her friends and that was enough to have both Steve and Eddie making an account but not using the app to its full potential. 

What it took was one weekend. Arguably the worst Christmas one could have but Eddie and Steve got snowed into the airport and entertainment was minimal. Will sent a video to express his sadness and seventy-five hours later, when they were finally heading home, Eddie and Steve had not only perfectly honed their for you pages but filmed their first Tik Tok. 

That’s all it took. The monster was created. Everyone rejoiced, of course, and filled the visit with tips and tricks and accounts to follow. Max and Nancy taught Steve how to get captions of videos that came without and how to clear everything off his screen when people were kind enough to turn captions on but not make them accessible. 

Will and Mike taught Eddie how to link multiple accounts so he could have one as Eddie: lead singer of Corroded Coffin and one that could be private, for friends and family. Understanding that blending the two worlds wasn’t always a good idea but also knowing they did not want to accidentally go viral for saying something stupid in the background of a famous, blue-checked video. 

Erica immediately blocked them both and tried to get them to delete the app. Saying it was like having her dad watching her and that was not going to happen, thank you. 

Eddie did get the blue check, verified fairly quickly, and with it came a massive following. The voyeurism of learning what celebrities got up to when they weren’t “on” was the backbone of social media. Comments came in on every video from metalheads playfully cursing Eddie for making them join this god-forsaken app. 

He didn’t post all that much. A few goofy videos from backstage, a handful of “what we’re up to”, and the occasional stitch to make someone’s day as they performed a Corroded Coffin song on kazoo. It was as active as the rest of his social media. 

However, the private one was nonstop videos. The top comment on every single one was Robin tagging Steve and begging him to take Eddie’s phone. No one needed this much information. Which only encouraged Eddie. He sent Robin flowers the day Tik Tok allowed him to make three-minute videos. 

Steve, on the other hand, used his to uplift everyone around him. Look at my amazing husband packing for tour and boldly thinking he needs no socks and five neckties, I love him so much. Watch my best friend argue with a literal light post for ninety seconds. Check out these cute ducks that crossed the street today and made me late for work. 

No one followed him other than his friends. He never went viral. Half the time his thumb was creeping into the shot and the videos were shaky. Until El and Max stepped in and started teaching Steve the trendy dances. It wasn’t a side of Tik Tok he was on and they kept it that way for him. Watching him go in blind and attempt the latest trend was the funniest thing they could think of. 

He got the tiniest bit of traction because he wasn’t great but he would start yelling at Max in sign language and the internet ran with that. Instead of being laughable (which it was) he became inspiration porn (which he hated). 

The nature of Tik Tok, though, was that traction lasted a couple of weeks and soon they were left to do whatever they wanted for the joy of their friends and a handful of people who stuck around. Likely because the videos stopped popping up on their fyp and they didn’t think to go unfollow. And Tik Tok was fun again. 

When videos started to go viral of sign language interpreters killing it at various concerts, giving it their all, and in some cases upstaging the performers themselves, everyone flooded Steve with links. It didn’t take long for the geniuses Steve surrounded himself with to suggest that Steve start doing this with trendy songs. 

Loads of people got millions of views lip-syncing, Steve should sign the songs. Millions of views weren’t his goal but Steve was a sap and they might have preyed on that a little. He wanted to do this with his friends but a small part of him did enjoy being able to participate in the trends in a way that felt “normal”. 

It wasn’t someone stopping something to make special accommodations for Steve, or him missing the joke because no one could translate it properly. This would be his own thing, doing something the rest of the world was doing, and he got to do it with his friends. 

Tripods, ring lights, and redecoration of the “best spot” in the house came as Steve learned a bit of the B-52s Love Shack. It came with a silly little dance that was easy enough to learn. A few dozen videos later, proving to Steve that most people did the bare minimum by way of dancing, they'd found their way to participate. Even if it took a little bit of tweaking and a lot of pleading. 

Eddie was home and procrastinating songwriting so he was in their way as much as possible. As annoying as it was, he put the work in. He learned the signs, he learned the dance and was willing to be “embarrassed” for fifteen seconds. More than that, every single member of the group wanted video evidence of Eddie dancing to a B-52s/Brittney Spears mash-up in his grungy old Megadeth tee and ripped jeans. 

If Eddie had known what he was in for, he might not have agreed to it. Much like Steve, though, he was an absolute sucker for those he loved. That fifteen-second video took four hours to shoot. In part, because it was a little harder to do while staying in sync with someone than either Eddie or Steve anticipated. But mostly because people couldn’t stop laughing. Especially Eddie 

Like all of Steve’s videos, it did…nothing. Unlike the rest of the videos, the gang had found something they all wanted to do. Everyone wanted in on it, even Erica. Who wouldn’t spill how she’d seen the video in the first place but signed up to help organize this because that first video was “a mess”. 

So they stopped waiting for the trends. It meant less dancing but they made a few of their own moves. Steve and Eddie would hide away for a couple afternoons and listen to the song over and over. They argued about the meaning of the lyrics endlessly and how to best translate it. Which seemed to be as enjoyable as every other part. 

A sharp juxtaposition to them going into the studio, Eddie would mess with the levels of the song and let Steve feel it. Every part of the tender moment laughed in the face of pointless arguments as Steve sat on the floor, focused and occasionally reading the lyrics on his phone and Eddie focused on Steve. 

Once that was finished Robin would get the final say on things. She sided with Eddie more than Steve and, inevitably, there was more arguing. Behind every Tik Tok was a solid day of pointless arguments. No one tried to stop them, they factored this into prep time. 

As if the constant, meaningless argument wasn’t joy enough, they’d block out an afternoon to shoot this. With more than enough food around, people would pour into the Munson-Harrington house to “help shoot” the video. So what if the rest of the world wasn’t watching? The house was filled with people and laughter, getting in the way of “production” and more than once, tossing Steve into the pool. 

What none of them knew was that was what made their videos truly great. Somewhere between the imperfections and the pure joy radiating off everyone, they’d tripped into more than just a neat sign language video. It was watching Steve in the foreground, concentrating and hoping to not lose the beat, while Eddie was replaced with Robin and then Max. 

These weren’t the people trying to become influencers but those who fall out of frame halfway through talking about the occupants of a midnight train or can’t remember the lyrics to a song that’s been popular longer than they’ve been alive. This was a group of friends having the time of their lives. 

They posted more bloopers than they did successes. Corroded Coffin even used their nearly empty account to repost the time Eddie messed up and signed something that would certainly have got them banned if Tik Tok knew what he'd said. And the nearly full minute of laughter as bit by bit everyone either figured it out or was clued in. Steve took the camera off its little stand and filmed his friends rolling in laughter, ending it with a cinematic shot of Eddie looking incredibly embarrassed. It got no views because they didn't translate it but it was Steve's favorite video of all. 

Slowly things picked up traction. Which most found slightly exhilarating. Their fully costumed, six-person rendition of Monster Mash for Halloween spread the furthest. And if they’d made another video, they might have taken off, but everyone had holidays to celebrate. Sometimes together but no one wanted to perform and translate anything. 

Those that had followed Steve for these song and dance numbers were none too happy to see the videos shift back to Will showing off something he’d made or Nancy ranting as Jonathan and Steve snicker off-screen. They following they amassed was here for one reason and one reason only. Something they didn't mind demanding in the comment section of every cute video Steve put up of his friends. Steve stopped posting for far too long as a result. 

When they picked it back up in the new year, it was back to a couple of thousand views. Steve didn’t care about the views but he missed the stitches of people signing along. It’d have been easy to let it fall off here, Steve could go back to his proud “dad” videos and embarrassing his friends who were full-grown adults now but would always be kids to him. Only no one was willing to give this up. If this didn't mean anything to the audience, that was fine, it meant a lot to Steve and his crew of nerds.  

To spice things up and keep it interesting, Eddie hatched a plan he barely had to explain to earn support. A prank, of sorts, that worked so beautifully because Steve looked so squeaky clean and, well, couldn’t hear well enough to know what was really happening. 

In secret, Eddie would learn to sign WAP. A trendy enough song but one Steve wouldn’t know and went so wildly against that cultivated squeaky clean image Steve liked to keep. They all knew differently but the audience didn't. However, WAP would be a song he would have turned down otherwise. It was the perfect choice to mess with Steve. Though they'd have to lure him into a false sense of security first. 

That’s where the meat and potatoes of the prank came in, Eddie and Steve would work together to learn Dustin’s long-time request, Like a Surgeon. He was convinced Weird Al would see, somehow be so excited he needed to meet Steve and Eddie and, of course, Dustin would be able to tag along claiming to be the cameraman or the brains of the operation. 

An easy sell because Steve already knew the beat of the song since they’d done the original version before (and he had vague, incorrect memories of hearing the song long ago). Though Dustin, who they didn’t let in on the joke, was dead sure Steve couldn’t sell the comedy needed to go with the song. He’d sign it too seriously and mess everything up. 

The way Steve took that as a challenge both to prove Dustin wrong like all good friends would do but to want to get it all correct for Dustin made it almost impossible for Eddie to continue. Twice Robin, Jonathan, and Argyle had to talk him back into this joke. They could make the Weird Al video after this one, it wouldn’t be forgotten. 

So everyone descended on the house one Saturday to watch Steve try and make Dustin’s little dreams come true and Eddie dash them in the same breath. The buzz was bigger than anything this house had seen and Corroded Coffin got nominated for an award while they lived here. 

Everything hinged on the mirror in the room they’d put up months ago to help everyone stay together and the fact that Steve would watch Eddie the whole time. Everyone knew and they all took turns pretending to gag and barf before this moment. 

The music started, Steve was counted in and as he always did, he watched Robin for the first thirty seconds as she kept the beat. All the while, Eddie’s just a step behind Steve, right in his blind spot, signing along to the actual music playing. 

There’s some whores in this house. 

Robin had to keep the beat this time, occasionally it was Max, but Robin was musical enough to keep the wrong beat as WAP filled the room. Those who didn’t know what was going on quickly caught on. Glances were exchanged and in seconds the room agreed to support this, marking the first time in their short Tik Tok career, the whole room managed to not get caught up in the giggles. 

Certified freak…

The patients fading fast

Nothing is matching up as Steve’s focus leaves Robin for the first time, eyes naturally drifting to Eddie’s reflection as his thumbs and fingers connect and it’s moved from his eyes to his chin, tongue out and looking far too delighted. 

Steve’s brain short circuits and he can’t remember his next sign. He’s stuttering without making a sound as one hand sort of shakes, trying to jump-start the next line in his brain. Eddie is not only not signing the same things but he’s talking about…no. He couldn’t be. Why would he be? 

The entire printed-out page of lyrics rolls past Steve’s eyes as he tries to figure out where it says anything like Eddie is saying. Or where those liberties could be taken. Not once does Eddie stop, he barely falters and is now talking about parking in a garage. Steve's eyes go wide, that can't be what he just seen.

No one lets their face change, those who aren’t actors saved their skills for this exact moment. Steve tries to read them but turns back to Eddie fairly quickly. And Eddie loses it, his hands drop to his knees and he’s laughing loud enough that everyone is sure Steve can hear him. And when Steve tries to shove Eddie over they believe, for a minute, he could. 

Once it starts, everyone joins in. The Tik Tok jumps to a much calmer room and Steve and Eddie sign furiously. There are tears of laughter in Eddie’s eyes, he can barely keep it together to explain anything. The camera turns around to show most of the gang and Robin saying “I think we’re in trouble.” 

Of course, no one was. Steve yelled and stomped his feet for a minute but he proved everyone's predictions right. He was mad because they'd strung Dustin along for days only the pull the rug out from under him at the last moment. After everyone explained they’d already made plans to do the song for real, Steve calmed a little.

The first duet came from Max’s account as she showed Steve watching the video. Making jokes about seeing the exact moment Steve’s soul left his body (complete with a freeze frame of the video to prove it) and that he’d already called the divorce lawyer. 

A few others came in the following days, most people laughing and doing little else to add to the content. But a week and a half later, Lucas came over with Gareth and gave Steve the revenge he didn’t ask or plan for. 

It was a stitch, started close up on someone who let the silence hang in the air for a while before asking, “What’d you say to me about that last video?” 

“I said, ‘Is that Eddie Munson?’” 

“Who’s that?” the person on camera asked.

“Who’s that?” the off-screen voice said with too much disgust. 

The video cuts, now on the back camera. On the tv across the room is a video on YouTube of Corroded Coffin playing live. It pans over the person who was the off-screen voice headbanging along for a few seconds before saying “That’s Eddie Munson” and then playing some air guitar. 

The camera pans back to the tv and down to a tablet playing the Tik Tok and the camera zoomed in on Eddie signing WAP. Another cut and it’s Eddie headbanging on screen. After another camera switch from back to front, it shows the first person looking incredibly confused and that’s where it ends. 

While that would be enough for Lucas and Gareth to show off, they have video after video of people stitching or dueting that person’s video with a similar look of confusion. In a chain of events that only the internet is good at, the last video they play shows a tweet from Megan Thee Stallion on the top of the screen. She's cracking jokes and mentioning Weird Al Yankovic, asking when his version of WAP is coming, she has an idea for the video. 

Days later, a blushing Steve stood next to Eddie in the same room they did all their Tik Toks in. A dramatic silence was soon followed by the chant "There's some whores in this house". This time, Steve signed along with Eddie. The laughter wasn't off-screen this time as they worked to put their all into it. The top comment was Dustin, furious this came before the video they owed him. 

The next comment was Erica refusing to help them ever again. 

Steve made it through nearly the entire song before he had to walk out of the room, laughing too hard to stand up. It ends with Eddie standing in front of the phone, rock fingers, tongue out. 

#steddie #hairmetal #steve harrington #eddie munson #joey writes

[runninriot]

It’s a morbid kind of obsession, different from the innocent curiosity the kids in town have. Who dare each other to go into the woods at night, trying to outshine each other’s bravery when they hide behind bushes and trees, waiting for something to happen – until the sound of an owl hooting or an hedgehog rustling at leaves scares them shitless and they’re up and gone.

The current record for staying out there alone is at 8 minutes and 36 seconds, he’s been told by that kid Dustin Henderson just yesterday. (The pride in his voice over this heroic achievement was adorable, considering the fact that Eddie spends literally hours there almost every night.) Apparently Max Mayfield outdid Mike Wheeler by 30 seconds. Which is actually quite funny because Mike is always the biggest show-off in their group of four (sometimes five if Lucas Sinclair’s little sister Erica tags along).

Eddie knows the kids because they often mooch around at Max’s, who’s Eddie’s neighbour. They’re full of mischief and he loves that for them, never fails to encourage their curiosity and love for seeking out adventures in their boring little town.

Eddie, to his own disappointment, isn’t a kid anymore. He’s almost 20 now, knows those stories are nothing but fiction, made-up wonders, myths as old as time. They aren’t real. Not the ghost, not the ghouls, not witchcraft. Just like the tale of the boy that lost his soul and became immortal is just a fun little horror story.

#steddie fic #wip #vampire!steve #eddie munson

[historyhermann]

"Helluva Boss": An Indie Animation With Morbid Humor

Moxxie, Millie, Blitzo, and Loona prepare to fight humans in the most recent episode (Screengrab: Helluva Boss)

What if demons were contracted by other demons to assassinate "bad" humans? That's what Helluva Boss, a mature animated web series, is all about. While the series is bloody at times, it also has a tenor of morbid humor and is unlike any other animated series, indie or mainstream, that has ever been created or has appeared on any platform.

Reprinted from The Geekiary, my History Hermann WordPress blog, and Wayback Machine. This was the fifth article I wrote for The Geekiary. This post was originally published on October 10, 2021.

Helluva Boss is the creation of Vivienne "VivziePop" Medrano, a bisexual independent animator of Salvadoran descent, who is also known for her musical show about queer demons, Hazbin Hotel, which was picked up as full series order by A24 in August 2020. It is known for edgy humor, a unique animation style, catchy musical numbers, and voice acting. Like Hazbin Hotel, the Helluva Boss animated series is also full of LGBTQ+ characters.

Members of I.M.P. in the Helluva Boss pilot

The series centers around Immediate Murder Professionals (I.M.P.), an assassination company headquartered in Hell, headed by Blitzo (voiced by Brandon Rogers), and includes Moxxie (voiced by Richard Steven Horvitz), the weapons expert, Loona (voiced by Erica Lindbeck), the hellhound receptionist, and Millie (voiced by Vivian Nixon), an extrovert married to Moxxie. They are able to use a book from the Prince of Hell, Stolas (voiced by Bryce Pinkham), to visit the human world and kill humans on Earth to settle the "business" of residents in Hell. According to Medrano, while Hazbin Hotel is about redemption, Helluva Boss follows societies and characters already in Hell, with a focus on interpersonal relationships, and both series often don't overlap even though they are set in the same universe.

Helluva Boss has four LGBTQ characters (or even more if you talk to fans), most of which are in the main cast. Blitzo, who has slept with Stolas, is pansexual, and his voice actor, Rogers, is openly gay. Another protagonist, Moxxie, is bisexual, as Medrano confirmed on Bi Visibility Day last year, and Stolas is queer (possibly gay or bisexual). His relationship with Blitzo is complicated as he is married to to a demon named Stella (voiced by Georgina Leahy), and has a daughter named Octavia (voiced by Barrett Wilbert Weed). Stolas and Blitzo both seem to have feelings for each other, but Blitzo's unsure of what Stolas thinks of him.

Part of the show's appeal is its LGBTQ characters and interpersonal relationships. Helluva Boss promises to elevate queer narratives and stories, as much, if not more than shows such as The Owl House or OK K.O.! Let's Be Heroes. Although Helluva Boss is more mature than both of those all-ages animated series, it also features themes of family camaraderie and having a chosen family. It also has a talented cast, which includes (apart from those previously mentioned) Norman Reedus, Cristina Vee, James Monroe Iglehart, Mara Wilson, Jinkx Monsoon, Erica Luttrell, and Medrano herself.

Most recently, the series featured Sallie May, a trans woman and Millie's sister. She is voiced by Morgana Ignis, who is also a trans woman. Although she is not as prominent a character as May Marigold in RWBY, voiced by trans female actress Kdin Jenzen, it is still great to see more trans representation in animation. Such representation will be expanded this fall when Barney, a trans man, debuts in DeadEndia, as well as when Lumberjanes drops on HBO Max, a series with a trans woman named Jo (one of the central characters). Hopefully, Sallie May returns in future episodes, and isn't a one-off character like Jewelstar in She-Ra and the Princesses of Power or Zadie from Danger & Eggs, to give two examples.

Sallie May talks with Millie and Moxxie in episode 5

Helluva Boss, well-known in the indie animation space, has garnered over 100 million views on YouTube. It is created by Medrano's company, Spindlehorse Toons, which also worked on Hazbin Hotel and the animated adaption of Medrano's webcomic, ZooPhobia - "Bad Luck Jack", among other projects. The show's reach is evident by the fact that those who previously worked on the show, and on Hazbin Hotel, have begun their own animations, currently in development, like two horror and black comedies, Satina and Far-Fetched.

Last year, episodes of Helluva Boss were nominated for an Ursa Major Award in the Best Dramatic Series category, which awards works, whether literature, television, or whatnot, that fall within the furry fandom. Although some may eschew Helluva Boss for its sexual themes, strong language, or graphic violence, I would argue that it is one of the best series currently airing, whether one considers it better than Hazbin Hotel or not, especially when it comes to animated series.

Furthermore, music is such an important part of the show that Medrano even teamed up with a company so actors could be cast and recorded for their singing! Medrano has said that she is influenced by musicals and music numbers, citing Disney films as one of the influences. Although the series has eight episodes in its first season, Medrano has described it as part of a "much grander season."

With Helluva Boss currently on hiatus, now is the time to watch all of the show's episodes on Medrano's YouTube channel, including the original pilot and the six episodes from the first season, before the next episode drops, likely to much fanfare.

© 2021-2023 Burkely Hermann. All rights reserved.

#helluva boss #black comedy #dark comedy #violence #blood #indie animation #youtube #adult animation #a24 #trans character #sallie may #musicals #vivienne medrano #vivziepop #morgana ignis #murder

[terrence-silver]

You gave me the go ahead so let's gooooo!! So just after the last scene in the movie , Jack leaves the city ,already getting his identity changed and stuff. He starts working as an assassin for another person and soon finds out that Erica died a few weeks after the incident that took place. Whilst on a killing spree , he catches beloved watching him murder someone. He goes after her and holds her captive . She's afraid of him and doesn't want to even be near him. How would Jack make her his. What would he do if the person he is working for finds out that he saved a witness which was totally not part of the deal. He learnt from his mistakes when things went wrong with Erica, but beloved is different, she's a contrast to Erica in some ways, though she is stubborn like her. She's tan skinned and she was just a simple girl who loves to laugh and be with her friends, she just happened to stumble upon a murder scene on her way home from a party ....👀😭sorry this is so long my brain is a wreck for tig! Thank you

I think Jack believes in destined soulmates recognizing each other.

Lovers from past lives ---- he even says so himself, to Erika.

Considering how gruesome he is, he is something of a spiritualist and a romantic.

He supposes it is no accident beloved has stumbled upon his crime scene. It was meant to be, in a way. The reason why things failed with Erika make sense now in ways they perhaps haven't to him before --- because the thing with Erica wasn't the thing and the failure of that connection could've only made Jack more jaded --- darker somehow. He knows beloved, he feels, even though this the first time they've ever met under the worst of circumstances, no less. As such, he rationalizes the reason for sparing her instead of immediately killing her and getting rid of a witness to tie all lose ends is not without reason either, even though he knows it would have been prudent. He hesitated. He hesitates because this is his person. He holds her captive because this is no accident. Beloved belongs to him. He would be very clear about that and he would vocalize it to beloved. Beloved's life is his and he wants something in return and that's beloved's heart --- either figuratively or literally and that's up to beloved to decide. And make no mistake, Jack would be entirely willing to have beloved alive by his side, kill her and have her in eternity and await another life to be reunited with her in a better situation (and live as a man and woman should live), he's willing to maintain keeping her prisoner (and hopefully Stockholm Syndrome her into loving him back), start a new life with her under his changed identity (something he does frequently) --- basically, no outcome is something he would fret over because he's morbid, he's bloodthirsty, he has an innate belief system, he has an inherent fascination with death (that verges on fetishization) he's dark, and unhinged, and he's the type to have beloved dead or alive and beloved can be with him dead or alive too. Beloved can stay with him, with new aliases and travel the world while he takes and completes his killing contracts or beloved can be an immaculately maintained and preserved corpse he tends to and treats like one treats the living.

The choice is beloved's.

#ah i adore this character #because when you start analyzing him #you realize how downright frightening he is #jack blaylock #timothy calloway #ulterior motives #jack blaylock x reader #jack blaylock x beloved #yandere #tw; death #tw; kidnapping #tw; stockholm syndrome

[unfortunate-stranger-losers]

Stranger Things PJO AU - Cabin Rundowns

Story Pitch

CABIN ONE – ZEUS, GOD OF THE SKY

HEAD COUNSELOR and ONLY RESIDENT, EL – the only known child of Zeus, an escapee from a lab studying demigod children. She is curious, thoughtful, and kind; she is confused, traumatized, and angry. First and foremost, she is a storm.

CABIN TWO – HERA, GODDESS OF FAMILY

Hera has no mortal children.

CABIN THREE – POSEIDON, GOD OF THE SEA

Currently empty.

CABIN FOUR – DEMETER, GODDESS OF THE HARVEST

No Demeter children are of note thus far.

CABIN FIVE – ARES, GOD OF WAR

HEAD COUNSELOR, BILLY HARGROVE – the oldest of the children in the Hades Cabin and the most violent. Don’t cross him during Capture the Flag...

MAX MAYFIELD – an impulsive yet large-hearted girl with a knack for fighting and warfare, and a hot temper that matches her godly family.

TROY WALSH – a cruel boy always ready for a fight.

CABIN SIX – ATHENA, GODDESS OF WISDOM

ROBIN BUCKLEY – a socially-awkward teenage girl who would rather bury herself in multiple interesting fields of study than talk to people.

FRED BENSON – a quiet and cautious, nerdy boy who doesn’t like to talk about how his last quest went.

LUCAS SINCLAIR – the elder of the Sinclair siblings, Lucas is a pitch-perfect Athena kid, her intelligence and strategy on display through him. He is intensely loyal to his group of friends, which unfortunately ends up putting him in some sticky situations. Fortunately, his skills can bring them right back out.

ERICA SINCLAIR – the younger of the Sinclair siblings, Erica likes to be seen and heard. She is loud about her plans and ideas, her beloved stories, and her skills with numbers.

CABIN SEVEN – APOLLO, GOD OF THE SUN

PATRICK MCKINNEY – a kind, friendly teenager who is known to be a good team player and ally, as he is deeply loyal as well as handy in a fight.

VICKIE – a teenage girl who takes after her father in her interest in music and bisexuality, Vickie doesn’t want to spend her whole life fighting, and prefers to spend time practicing her clarinet or healing with her siblings in the medical bay.

CABIN EIGHT – ARTEMIS, GODDESS OF THE HUNT

Artemis has no children. This place is reserved for the Hunters of Artemis.

CABIN NINE – HEPHAESTUS, GOD OF THE FORGE

DUSTIN HENDERSON – a young, excitable demigod who is constantly trying to make good technology for the camp to surpass their innate tech problems.

CABIN TEN – APHRODITE, GODDESS OF LOVE

HEAD COUNSELOR, NANCY WHEELER – the eldest of the Wheeler siblings, Nancy is head of the cabin for a reason, she is driven, focused, and a “badass monster-slayer.” Nancy was traumatized by the death of her childhood friend and thus can be a bit overprotective and controlling, but means well. Aphrodite’s beauty shines through her, inside and out.

CHRISSY CUNNINGHAM – a kind-hearted girl and Cheer Squad Captain back home, who fears her own mental state more than any monsters.

MIKE WHEELER – the middle of the Wheeler siblings, Mike exemplifies Aphrodite’s calling to give beauty and spread love. He is kind and giving, if a bit out-of-touch with his own emotions and needs, often putting his friends and family before himself to a detrimental degree.

CABIN ELEVEN – HERMES, MESSENGER OF THE GODS

JAMES DANTE – Troy Walsh’s second-in-command when bullying. He’s more of a follower than anything.

CABIN TWELVE – DIONYSUS, GOD OF FESTIVALS

HEAD COUNSELOR, HEATHER HOLLOWAY – a dramatic, theatrical girl who drinks a bit more than she should at her age.

CABIN THIRTEEN – HADES, GOD OF DEATH

HEAD COUNSELOR, JONATHAN BYERS – Head Counselor by default of being the oldest, Jonathan is very antisocial, and the more rude campers like to say he looks like the death his father lords over. But Jonathan is incredibly loyal and focused, and very skilled at photography, though his subjects can be a bit morbid.

WILL BYERS – the younger of the Byers siblings, Will doesn’t seem like your average Hades child, being very bright, creative, and colorful. But when he disappears, the world begins to turn upside-down, and suddenly his powerful abilities may be called to act...

CABIN FOURTEEN – IRIS, GODDESS OF RAINBOWS

No Iris children are of note thus far.

CABIN FIFTEEN – HYPNOS, GOD OF SLEEP

ARGYLE – Jonathan’s best friend, a chill camper who, unlike many, does not care to go on a quest, and spends most of his time growing weed with the Demeter cabin.

CABIN SIXTEEN – NEMESIS, GODDESS OF REVENGE

HEAD COUNSELOR, JASON CARVER – a spiteful, justice-oriented teenager who has yet to succeed in a quest and is painfully aware of this fact.

CABIN SEVENTEEN – NIKE, GODDESS OF VICTORY

No Nike children are of note thus far.

CABIN EIGHTEEN – HEBE, GODDESS OF YOUTH

No Hebe children are of note thus far.

CABIN NINETEEN – TYCHE, GODDESS OF LUCK

No Tyche children are of note thus far.

CABIN TWENTY – HECATE, GODDESS OF MAGIC

No Hecate children are of note thus far, though Hecate herself seems to be missing...

CABIN TWENTY-ONE – THE MUSES

HEAD COUNSELOR, EDDIE MUNSON – a dramatic teenager with a love for the stories his mother and Aunts tell and the realm of fantasy, he’s a bit of an overzealous nerd, but one that can quickly befriend the other stranger children, though most of them are his “Muse cousins.” His mother is specifically Melpomene, the Muse of Tragedy. Hopefully that doesn’t spell out certain doom...

IMPORTANT MORTALS

JOYCE BYERS – mortal with clearsight, mother of Jonathan and Will Byers. Her tragic upbringing brought the attention of Hades, and unfortunately her relationship with him only added to that tragedy. She can only enter camp via invitation, but her children often bring her in out of fear for her safety and a desire to remain with her. She is currently in New York City, attempting to find her missing son.

JIM HOPPER – sheriff of the Byers’ hometown. He has sworn off dealing with the gods since the death of his young demigod daughter, only to find himself once again entangled in their web when Joyce recruits him to help her find her son.

MARTIN BRENNER – El’s “Papa” and the head of Hawkins Lab, researching demigods and their usage as weapons.

STEVE HARRINGTON – classmate of many of the teenage demigods. He may have a relationship with Nancy Wheeler, or Jonathan Byers, or both? Nobody’s quite sure. They didn’t tell him about their demigod heritage in hopes of keeping him safe, but after a monster attacks the kids he’s supposed to be babysitting, well, he gets dragged in anyway.

MURRAY BAUMAN – New York conspiracy theorist convinced that there is something fishy going on over on Long Island.

KAREN WHEELER – the mother of Nancy, Mike and Holly Wheeler. She had a relationship multiple times with Aphrodite, resulting in their children. She is, however, unprepared to deal with demigod problems, which resulted in an anxious Nancy moving her and Mike permanently to Camp Half-Blood. 

BARB HOLLAND – Nancy’s deceased best friend. She was killed in a monster attack for which Nancy blames herself, making her incredibly protective of her siblings and loved ones.

EDEN and SUZIE BINGHAM – classmates of many of the teenage and preteen demigods respectively. The two sisters are the only ones in their family with clearsight, and frequently invesitgate strange occurrences in their neighborhood. Eden would very much like to be the Oracle of Delphi, if they can ever find the current one...

SCOTT CLARKE – As always, the oblivious yet knowledgeable teacher of many of the demigods.

ELEVEN’S SIBLINGS

all italicized bits are subject to change

ONE – information classified

TWO – a competitive son of Ares, hoping to one day be the perfect soldier.

THREE – a son of Nemesis.

FOUR – a competitive daughter of Nike.

FIVE – another child of Ares.

SIX – a son of Hephaestus.

SEVEN – a daughter of Athena.

KALI PRASAD – an angry daughter of Hecate. She may-or-may-not be hunting right now...

NINE – a daughter of Aphrodite blessed with Charmspeak.

TEN – a young son of Hypnos, specializing in astral projection.

TWELVE – a son of Iris.

THIRTEEN – currently unknown, but something that gives her elemental control

FOURTEEN – currently unknown

FIFTEEN – daughter of Iris, able to manipulate light to become invisible

SIXTEEN and SEVENTEEN – twin children of Tyche, the luck goddess.

EIGHTEEN – a young daughter of Hermes who seems to be able to teleport.

*Two’s sorting was between Ares and Nike, but his actor, Tristan Spohn’s, released journal entries for Two wanting to be “Papa’s perfect soldier” moved him to Ares.

Three, Four and Five all followed Two in the bullying of Eleven and were very loyal to him. Two’s journal entries mention that Four thought he wasn’t as smart as she was because he didn’t talk, which could point to her competitiveness, so I have her as a daughter of Nike. Three could be a son of Nemesis, thinking he was delivering justice by punishing Eleven for “whatever she did” to Two. The journal entries also say that Three and Four came up with the idea to come with him on their own, so they could be focused on justice or comeuppance. Five in the journal entries was mentioned to always be following Two everywhere, so I like the idea of her sensing that they were actually siblings.

Most of the other children don’t have a lot of screentime, but Six is said to be “moving a block”– we could make him a technopath or something similar.

I spotted Seven playing with the maze toy, which reminds me of the labyrinth, which the Athena and Hephaestus kids were interested in. With Lana Jean Turner looking more like a book!Athena kid, I went with that.

Kali should be self-explanatory.

Nine’s actress, Chloe Adona, has said her “ideal” powers for Nine would be telepathy and mind control; while no demigods appear to have telepathy, “charmspeak” is quite close to mind control.

Ten was seen doing a lot of ESP and being interested in the 8-ball, so I gave him the Hypnos astral projection.

We really only see Twelve for a few shots; in the September 8 incident, we see him grab what I’ve identified as “Pedrigree” colored pencils from the shelves, so I put him with Iris, whose children are noted as artists. Perhaps he could be an Apollo?

Thirteen’s actress, Hendrix Yancey, has said many times she would like Thirteen to have had fire and ice powers. I haven’t yet been able to find a Greek or Roman god who would be able to give her that; I’m debating having one of the Anemoi, as it’s likely that Notus’s children would have pyrokinesis and Boreas’s would have cyrokinesis.

I haven’t seen much noticable with Fourteen. During September 8, we have several shots of him playing with the plinko, but otherwise he is mainly standing there. The actor, Jeremiah Friedlander, hasn’t said anything about powers yet, but he did express that Fifteen was his “little sister” throughout the shoot.

Fifteen’s actress Bentley Williams has said she would like to “turn invisible.” Currently unsure if any demigods could have that power, but I have been informed it’s a couple people’s headcanons that Iris children can manipulate light so... here she goes! This does make her the second Iris child of the experiments, and as I don’t have a story reason for that like Two and Five, her or Twelve are likely to change.

Sixteen and Seventeen’s actors, Ethan and Oliver Green, have not yet commented on their ideal powers, but the idea of them being Tyche’s children emerged from a joking video they made playing with a magic 8ball and pretending to use their powers to get the outcome they wanted. Subject to change.

Eighteen’s actress, Olivia Sembra, has said she would love to be able to teleport, the closest of which is Hermes powers.

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