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ღ 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞!𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ღ

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝟐 (part 1)

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kizzatober series: Smooth Criminals

Kinktober Prompts: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? CW: AU college fic. blood obsession/hematolagnia, bimbo reader, murder, slight DV/SA mentions (from your npc jerk ass bf), unprotected sex, masturbation, LOTS of teasing/foreplay, slight age gap (roughly 21 vs 28) and dark content. NOTE: If death/killer romanticization related shit triggers you this is probably a fic to avoid because that is happening all through this bitch. I literally wrote a murder fluff smut fic lmfao. WC: 9.9 of 15.4k Lightly black fem coded (reader is an AKA lmfao) but no descriptors.

A/N: I had no idea so many people would be this hyped for Part 2. No really, I'm shocked! But It gets real here peoples! Lots of smut and dark shit below so please read the content warnings! I don't want no crying in the mentions and DMs cause y'all should know how out of pocket I am by now and I took it there lmfao.

If you riding with me still Thank You for putting up with my OCD bullshit and for all the support, comments and reblogs on Part 1! y'all real asf & ilysm

Enjoy!

Previously:

“Whatever, let’s fucking go Y/N. We have an important party to throw later.”

Dean grabs your wrist and jerks you away with you barely being able to grab your bag.

Your stomach twists and you are at a complete loss for words but manage to flash an apologetic look at Choso while you are dragged off.

However when your eyes meet he looks right through you.

The expression on his face is stone cold and it sends a chill up your spine.

☠

Sigh.

For the first time ever in your life you are miserable at a party.

To say you had been excited leading up to today would have been an understatement. The initiation party after rush was one of the biggest events in the greek system and you had led the charge this year in planning the party.

Nevertheless, any cheerful enthusiasm you held had been trampled on by the disaster that had taken place earlier in the day with Choso.

If getting out of going wouldn’t be more trouble than it was worth you would have faked being sick. It’s not like you hadn’t already stressed yourself into a headache.

Yet here you were suffering through, completely sober. Not even being able to bring yourself to drink away your problems.

How could you even pretend to enjoy yourself when your forced smile cracked as soon as the mental image of Choso’s icy expression looped through your mind?

Your chest got a little tighter each time you remembered and it frazzled your nerves.

Just about everyone and everything annoyed you right now.

Even the party: Hunter vs Hunted, one of your favorites, was soured.

Typically the theme entailed girls dressed up as various exotic animals or woodland creatures and the boys dressed as safari game hunters or woodsmen. But this time around, no thanks to singular frat boy hivemind, they all got the bright idea to collectively cosplay as Ghostface.

Taking a new meaning on Hunter.

They couldn’t carry knives on campus of course so they all carried around metal bats which they probably stole from the baseball team.

Sure, let’s all dress up as the masked serial killer while he is still on the loose.

You rolled your eyes.

The pilfered bats were a hazard waiting to happen too. You could only be thankful that the party was at Dean’s frat and not your own sorority so him and the rest of those idiots could fuck their own shit up once they inevitably got way too hammered and started swinging them around.

You mostly just wished they hadn’t changed the plan without telling you.

Then at least you could have dressed up in line with the horror theme and wouldn’t have had to wear this sexy Bambi costume which although skimpy, the fur parts made it way too hot to be wearing in a crowded party indoors.

On edge and not being able to leave, you did the next best thing and sequestered yourself in the kitchen pantry.

It was spacious and a lot cooler than the rest of the house.

You made yourself look busy in there by restocking snacks and making sure there was an ample supply of red cups ready to go around for the keg.

When someone did notice you tucked away, you gave the best fake smile you could muster and made-up an excuse not to join in on whatever drinking game they were playing promising you would ‘catch up in a minute.’

Fortunately for you, most of your friends and sorority sisters were a bit too faded by this point to notice you missing and never joining in.

Maybe a bit longer and you could slip out unnoticed?

That was your plan at least until you felt Dean throw an arm over you from behind.

“There you are babe!”

Urgh.

The overwhelming ick and nausea you felt from him touching you rivaled your worst hangover.

You immediately shrug him off.

“Come on babe don’t be like that. Get a freshman to take over. We're gonna play rage cage.”

You threw Dean a wary look.

You try to tell him you aren’t in the mood but of course your selfish dickhead of a boyfriend ignores you.

Dean then proceeds to pull your arm and lead you out of the pantry through the kitchen.

On a different day you probably would have just given in, easier to go along with the flow than cause an issue. Today however was different and the last thing in the world you wanted to do was play fucking rage cage with a bunch of horny frat boys who were just trying to get girls drunk enough to fuck.

“Goddamnit, Dean I said no!”

Your tolerance had boiled past its limits.

You forcibly snatch your hand back, knocking some empty bottles over on the counter in the process which come crashing down to the floor shattering into pieces.

Your words and movements dripped with so much aggression you surprised yourself, Dean and the people around you who had turned to see what the commotion was.

”No? No? You’re really telling me no Y/N? After you’ve been acting like a fuckin’ bitch all day since I crashed your make out session with that freak.”

Immediately self-conscious, your eyes darted around the crowd of people that had now turned their full attention toward you.

You hated confrontation and never wanted to be that couple fighting at a party.

Ducking down quickly, you begin to pick up the shattered pieces of bottled glass on the floor.

The pounding of your headache against your temples grew feverishly and the harsh fluorescent kitchen lights started to make you feel faint, you hoped Dean would just let this go if you backed down.

“Look, we’ll talk about that later, ok? Just please don’t be an asshole Dean, I really don’t feel good right now.”

You pleaded with him, quietly trying to quell the situation.

But true to his infamous asshole nature, Dean wasn’t going to let you off so easily. He wanted to humiliate you as he felt you humiliated him in front of his friends earlier with that nobody loser.

”Now, I’m the asshole?” Dean questioned to his frat brothers smugly.

“Hey, maybe I am for having a girlfriend like Y/N, who would slut herself out for a grade in front of the entire quad!”

Dean had all but yelled that last part out. Your drunken clown of a boyfriend didn’t care if he caused a scene at your expense.

Now you had the full attention of everyone in the kitchen.

You took a shaky breath as you stood up and felt the crunch of broken glass beneath your heels.

An unfamiliar sensation of rage rises within you.

It really wasn’t in your nature to be angry even when you were upset, you mostly just cried but now you were pissed to say the least.

He has some fucking nerve.

Especially when you knew no one starting on the football team studied at all and were all automatically passed through whatever easy bullshit major they signed up for.

“Dean–”

You start yet pause for a moment, trying to keep your cool.

“–you know how hard I study.”

Twisting the proverbial knife in your back to wind you up further Dean continued.

“Yeah, Y/N That's what’s so pathetic about it. You get Bs. That pussy ain’t even good enough for an A. I would know.”

Collective gasps, snickers and whispers arose from around the kitchen. Word had spread of your fighting as more people gathered in the doorway.

Typically this is where you would have run off crying. However, you were exhausted mentally and emotionally. You had already cried for a good hour today while getting ready.

The only emotions you had readily available to tap into was the hidden well of resentment and ire you held for Dean.

“And how would you even know what good pussy is Dean? You can’t last longer than two pumps, is it not all the same for you?”

You snapped back.

Your fists had formed into a tight ball.

You are so enraged you can’t even feel the prick from the broken glass bottle still in your hand puncturing your skin.

How long has it been since you stood up for yourself?

You can’t remember the last time you even fought with anyone like this but it felt good seeing the smug look on his face fall as his friends around him jeered and laughed.

“I know how to settle this Y/N.”

Dean mused as he yanked one of your sorority sisters nearby toward you.

“How ‘bout we ask Aaliyah then, eh? She got more than 2 pumps last weekend after you left the party to go chase after Ghostface–”

Your head snaps to your AKA sister in question, Aaliyah, who looked like she saw a cursed spirit as all the color drained from her face. Her eyes shamefully hit the floor before they met your gaze.

She couldn’t even look at you which only further solidified Dean’s accusations.

So Dean himself confirmed he’d been cheating on you? Cool.

With your own Sorority sister, who you considered one of your besties since you both rushed together?

Even better.

Blood slowly trickled out of your hand to drip on the floor from how rigidly you held onto the glass but the small red puddle went unnoticed as your whole vision was already saturated with the color red when you looked at Dean who hadn’t even finished his disrespectful tirade.

“–Although on second thought, it was probably an excuse for you to go suck off that loser freak TA of yours right?”

More heckles erupted from the crowd around you and you don’t think you have ever hated someone so much in your life as you hated Dean right at this moment.

Sure you were upset with Aaliyah but your fury was purely focused on Dean.

He had some nerve to start so much shit earlier over an almost-kiss when he was fucking your good friend behind your back.

“And how fucking out of her mind was she then, huh Dean? Would she even remember? You pathetic piece of shit...”

You get directly in his face.

“...that limp dick of yours fumbles orgasms like you fumble passes. That’s why we lost the big game last week. And guess what? That's also why we’re now OVER!”

Dean’s bulky build towers over you but he might as well have been 3 feet tall to you as the razor edge of your words eviscerate him.

“So who’s the fucking loser now Dean?”

Everyone in the room was stunned into silence by the venom dripping from someone they had never even heard raise their voice before.

You don't notice anyone else's reactions though as suddenly you became hyperaware of the large fractured piece of bottled glass cutting into you.

Your eyes flickered back to Dean as your hand twitches.

For a fleeting moment you felt an inkling urge to drive the glass in your hand directly into Dean’s smug ass face.

Yet whatever dark fury burned in you was instantly snuffed out as you felt a flood of cold bitter beer splash down on you from Dean’s red solo cup.

”Why don’t you cool off for a bit dear,” Dean cooed at you, mocking you and your now ruined Bambi costume as he and the frat boys around you started to roar with laughter.

That was it.

You were done.

Dean had succeeded in humiliating you.

Any contention or further will to fight within you had dissipated the moment you were doused in beer.

The glass in your hand drops onto the ground as a dull ache radiates from your wound that continues to seep blood onto the floor.

“I hope you realize this is the last time an AKA will grace this sorry ass frat for a party. I’ll see to that. Enjoy the rest of your night fellas!”

The icy air of your words contrasted with the perfect pageant smile you gave them and it unsettled those around you especially as they all notice the blood gushing from your hand.

The crowd immediately parts as you leave. No one dares utter a word to you as you exit the party through the side kitchen door.

You can feel your phone go off as you get a flurry of group texts and missed facetimes. Most of your sisters weren’t even in the kitchen to witness the scene.

You respond to the group chat to tell them just to stay and enjoy the party and turn your phone on ‘do not disturb.’

You just wanted to be alone.

You’d deal with the fallout tomorrow.

☠

Choso wore a twisted grin hidden under his Ghostface mask.

The hunter vs hunted party meant a perfect time for him to hunt.

Leaning against a building Choso was shrouded in the dark cover of shadows far removed from campus lights.

Old habits, he mused. There was really no need for him to hide at all tonight.

He could actually walk around openly as Ghostface now without causing alarm seeing as how most of those fraternity morons were dressed up like him tonight.

This made things even easier.

Choso scanned the area for his next prey.

Someone, anyone alone would do.

Choso had been itching to spill blood since he had the enticing inclination to slash your boyfriend’s throat earlier.

Currently he wanted nothing more than to see a violent geyser of blood spurt from his next victim. Having it be a shithead frat guy would only sweeten the kill so he had stalked close to frat row for his latest victim.

There.

Seeing movement in the distance, a lone figure, Choso cautiously advances trailing in the shadows towards them until they come into focus under the street lights.

He nearly does a double take when he recognizes it's you.

Shouldn’t Miss-Perfect-Social-Butterfly be having the time of her life right now with her cretins being crowned queen of the frats or something?

Choso thought bitterly.

That is, until he got a good look at you.

You were wet and shivering as you failed to sniff back the tears pouring down your face.

Despite his desire to stay angry with you, his jaw involuntarily clenches as he had never seen you this upset before.

Something had happened.

Choso confused look turns deadly as vision travels down to see you nursing the hand you cradled to your chest. He recognizes blood running down your forearm to stain your already soiled costume.

A territorial urge swelled within him, not knowing you had inflicted your own injury.

You were his prey.

It was unforgivable for someone else to spill what was his to enjoy.

Choso immediately concluded the cause of it was Dean.

Boyfriend or not he would gladly gut that motherfucker at the drop of a dime.

He hadn’t forgotten how roughly he had dragged you off earlier.

And more importantly how you had let that asswipe drag you off. That honestly had fired his temper more than anything.

A storm of conflicting feelings, Choso yearns to see more of your blood splattered on the ground as much as he secretly covets to have you writhing underneath him.

Should he approach you?

No. Not yet.

Although, he would never have a more perfect chance than now to kill you if he was ever actually going to go through with it.

Securing his knife on the inside of his robe, Choso silently propels himself after you.

Never falling too far behind, he vigilantly watches you from a distance as both your protector and predator.

☠

A warm shower was just what you needed but you were pissed you had to wash your hair 3 times to get the smell of Milwaukee's out, which proved insanely hard to do with one functioning hand.

You could have killed Dean.

No actually though, as you remembered the dark seething compulsion you felt.

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you earlier.

Pushing those thoughts to the side though you focused on the gash in your hand, it was pretty gnarly.

You were just thankful the first aid kid in your sorority house had enough gauze and tape until you could get to the campus nurse tomorrow.

You probably needed stitches as any sudden movements had the fragile skin of your palm bleeding again.

Returning to your room in a comfy pink cotton bra and thong you throw your towel over a chair.

You start to reach for your fluffy robe when you see Choso’s black track jacket on your desk. It still had the small coffee stains on it from earlier but you opted to slip into it anyway.

Truthfully, you lied to him.

You hadn’t just been carrying it around waiting to give it back to him.

You had worn it more times this past week than you would willingly admit to anyone.

You even took it on purpose instead of your actual jacket this morning not actually thinking you would run into Choso but when you had seen him, you knew you wanted him to see you in it.

With a sigh of frustration, you dove face first into the pillows of your bed as you curled into his jacket.

It was your only comfort at the moment.

Your mind wanders and you can’t help but think of how better a boyfriend Choso would have been to you.

Dean would never let you wear his jackets, no matter how cold you were. He said you were too air-headed and would ruin or lose it.

Not that he wasn’t right, you definitely were accident prone.

But that's why it had meant so much to you when Choso, not even your boyfriend, had given you his own without a second thought.

You only hoped he didn’t hate you now.

Not that you could blame him if he did.

Even you hated you a bit for even being with a jerk like Dean in the first place no matter how convenient you thought it had been for you.

How could you even face Choso in class next week?

Despite your heart crumpling when you thought of Choso’s cold intimidating gaze being cast upon you again, you admittedly had never seen a look that intense before from anyone.

It was also impossible to forget the ravenous look in his eyes when he was so close to kissing you.

He looked as if he would devour you whole.

God, everything about him was so sexy.

His strong jaw set firm, his eyes dark pools that sucked you in even from memory, his lean muscular body.

You wish you had realized how bad you had been crushing on him sooner. Before everything got so fucked up.

You fidgeted as an ache developed between your legs.

Turning your head to the side you used your bandaged hand to gently push his jacket collar into your face.

It still smelled like him despite how many times you’ve worn it this week and despite the faint smell of old coffee from earlier.

Squirming on your bed, you tried in vain to keep your legs from sliding against each other creating more friction as your body became increasingly hotter.

A shameless whine escaped your lips as you huffed his woody masculine scent in and out.

Your legs rubbed together more eagerly.

Shit, you were so horny.

Still laid flat on your belly you lifted your hips up for access as a manicured finger pressed into your clit toying with yourself from the outside of your pink cotton thong.

Choso was so meticulous, so knowledgeable in everything he did you were sure he knew how to make you cum.

You were desperate for him as you remembered what it felt like when he caught you from falling last week.

How good would his sculpted chest feel pressed into you now?

Would he look at you with the same want that flared across his features when he had gotten a glimpse of your panties you had intentionally put on display for him?

You didn’t miss how it matched the look he gave you when he nearly kissed.

“Choso…”

You moaned out loud.

You could feel the wet spot your teasing was earning you spread over your thong as your cunt continued to drool over your fantasies of him.

Craving more you lifted your ass up higher while your fingers fumbled to slide under the flimsy fabric.

“A-ahhh s-shit Cho– F-fuck!”

You panted as you sunk two fingers into your cunt. You worked to diligently pump them in and out of you as you pressing your palm down firmly over your swollen clit.

Your face buried itself deeper in his jacket as you gasped and your warm breath pushed back against you as you imagined it was his own tickling your neck.

All your senses screamed with want to be consumed by him and you pined for the feeling of his cock stretching your wet cunt instead of your slim fingers that weren’t cut out for the job.

“F-fuck C-Choso.. Mmm, let me cum.”

You practically sobbed when you glided a third finger into your pussy, two wasn’t enough to quell the craze that had overtaken you.

Ironically and unbeknownst to you, Choso (who had hidden himself in your closet during your shower), was mere moments away from losing his own goddamn mind.

Wholly entranced, he listened to you wantonly call for him like a sweet siren song and watched utterly fixated on the way you fiercely finger fucked your pussy like it was his own cock.

All the while in his jacket sniffing the sweaty soiled material like some filthy fucking pervert.

Fuck!

When he had followed you back to the sorority house he had finally resolved to kill you, but now he was at a standstill as there was no plausible way this was actually happening in front of him.

The obscene ASMR of your cunt sloshing rang in his ears and your legs quivered obscenely with you approaching your orgasm.

Your desperate thrusts caused his oversized jacket to ride up to your hips revealing the way your ass bare ass jiggled when you drove your hips down and pushed your digits up deeper into your core that waited greedily to suck them in.

You chanted out Choso’s name with urgency straining your voice as you climaxed. The bed creaked from you now humping the mattress while riding out your high.

Shit you were fucking sexy.

Thought you'd just been toying with him for fun all this time...

Until now.

Choso’s grip on his knife tightened as adrenaline surged through his body.

He could feel the blood pumping through his dick.

He wanted to fuck you.

Badly.

Give you what you’ve both been needing all this time.

Choso fully bricked, suppressed a hiss through clenched teeth as he palmed the bulge in his pants but remained otherwise still.

He can’t imagine a positive reaction if he burst out of your closet as Ghostface nor could he just take off his mask and pop out of your closet as your TA like he was some fucking creeper.

This was pure agony.

You never failed to find some way to unravel him.

Choso was so tense, his body coiled so tightly, he couldn't control his thigh involuntarily twitching and his knee recoiled against your closet door.

He cursed himself for the millionth time at the lack of control he had around you, he had never had to restrain himself so much around anyone else.

Ecstasy was etched on your features as you looked around puzzled from where the noise came from.

However, the even louder boom of the front door slamming shocked you out of your blissful daze and stole your attention away.

You sat up quickly and wondered if your sorority sisters were back already.

You glanced at the clock.

10:32 pm.

It was still much too early for them to leave.

But who else could it be?

You groaned and reluctantly hopped off the bed, zipping up Choso’s jacket fully to hide the slick between your legs and went out to greet them so you could avoid them coming into your room and return to your solitude as quickly as possible.

You were tired, frustrated and still horny as hell.

You only wanted make yourself cum hard enough you could fall asleep and end this miserable ass day.

☠

“Girls~! You really didn’t have to leave so early~!”

You call out to your sisters.

It was a little late for a show of solidarity if that's what they thought they were doing.

You rolled your eyes.

But it was eerily quiet as you received no response.

That’s odd.

Walking down the hall you froze once the view from the top floor opens into the foyer below and you see the front door wide open.

Not a single soul in sight or to be heard.

“Girls?”

Fight or flight senses kick into gear altering you to the possible dangers below.

You might be a bit of a ditz but you studied enough forensics and had seen enough scary movies to know how this shit usually ended.

You turn back to run to your room to call someone but stopped as you noticed your phone on the entryway table by the door.

Crap.

Steeling yourself you slowly inched your way towards the staircase, stopping at times to lean over the banister for any signs of someone.

“This isn’t funny girls! You know I’ve already had a really shitty night!”

But only the hollow sound of wind whipping through the door answered you as it swayed on its hinges.

This was an older house.

Maybe you didn’t close the door all the way in the beginning?

No one in your sorority house ever locked the doors, which now you considered probably wasn’t the greatest tradition to keep up while you were at home all alone and a serial killer was on the loose.

You crept down the stairs trying to silence any creaks as best you could.

“I swear on a stack of Vogues if this is a prank you all of you whores will all be on campus clean-up community service duty for the rest of the semester!”

Still nothing but silence as you reached the bottom of the staircase.

The lights were on in the entire house. From what you could tell the den and living room areas surrounding the foyer were empty.

You sighed. Maybe it was just the wind.

You close the door and this time make sure to lock it as you clutch your phone and turn to scamper back upstairs when you feel something grab at you from behind.

“Want to die Y/N?”

You let out a screech as you whip your around to see a figure you recognize as Ghostface reach for you as you stumble backwards into the den.

Tripping over your own feet, you fall back landing on your injured hand and knocking your head against the edge of a coffee table.

A roar of laughter erupts as you groan dazed from the floor.

“You really are a clumsy ditz, babe.”

Puzzled and near concussed, you blink through blurry vision to see Dean pull off the Ghostface mask as he crouches down to your level and leans on his metal bat tauntingly.

Pain blossoms sharply in the back of your head and you can feel the puncture wound on your hand open and saturate your bandage.

“The fuck are you doing here Dean?”

You glared up at him through your one good hand that covered your face as you struggle to get your bearings back.

You couldn’t catch a fucking break tonight.

“Still being a huge bitch even though I came all the way over here to say sorry, eh?”

Dean hummed, brow raised as he chuckled.

“I thought a little fright would put you in a good mood, Y/N.”

“Nice way of apologizing Dean. Insult me, scare me half to death and give me a concussion.”

You knew this man was not sorry at all.

Someone sober enough had probably informed Dean that you did have the power to essentially kill their fraternity’s social life, cucking his entire house for the foreseeable future. They likely sent him to make things right with you ASAP.

But even with all that on the line your tool of an ex was such a huge dick he couldn’t even do the bare minimum to give you a decent apology like an actual human being (not that you would have accepted it).

“I see I was right about one thing though.”

Dean got your attention as he pointed down at the moisture running down your legs.

You immediately pull Choso’s jacket down further to cover yourself.

You couldn’t give a fuck what he thought at this point. You’d confess to fucking the entire Forensics department if got him out of your face.

“Sure Dean, think what you want okay? Just fucking GET. OUT.”

You felt dizzy from the pressure thrumming in the back of your skull.

“Yeah and if I say no whore? Then what?”

Dean slid a clammy hand over your knee which sent another wave of nausea through you, your head spinning.

You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to stop his hand traveling lower before you suddenly noticed Dean’s body being ripped away from you entirely.

The scene that followed occurred in a whirlwind as your head felt like it would explode trying to focus on anything.

Your eyes strain to keep up with the action only registering fractions of it through your blurred vision.

You see…blood?

Is it yours?

No. It’s flowing from Dean’s shoulder.

Another person?

…Ghostface?

Yes.

Your double vision struggled to pinpoint exactly what was happening as Dean and the masked Ghostface fought for dominance, somehow ending up back in the foyer.

Dean was barely able to keep the large hunting knife from sinking into his chest.

Was this even real?

Were you really about to witness a Ghostface crime scene in action?

Were you next?

You felt like you were witnessing it all play out through someone else’s body as your mind floated off and you felt more disconnected.

Your awareness faded in and out.

There was no doubt, you definitely had a small concussion.

“Y/N!”

Your head snaps up as you finally hear Dean shouting your name although it sounded like you were in a fishbowl.

He had somehow gotten leverage and evened the odds with the killer as they both now had a hold of the blade’s handle.

“Y/N! Pay attention you ditzy ass bimbo! Don’t just sit there looking stupid, get the fucking bat.”

You scanned the floor around you.

Sure enough, there was the scuffed metal bat shining back at you resting by your knees.

Your injured hand grazes it and you see a red trail of blood smearing across it as the cool smooth metal soothes your ruptured skin.

“Y/N, what the fuck are you daydreaming about?! Get your ass over here!”

You grip the bat’s handle, ignoring the pain to use it and the coffee table as leverage to push you up off the floor.

You sway on your feet as your blood pressure drastically drops from standing too quickly.

Your head feels light.

Your body feels light.

Surprisingly too, even the large heavy metal bat now feels light in your injured palm.

“Fucking finally, Y/N!”

Dean yelled as he saw you on your feet.

“It’s not like I’m trying to fight off a killer here or anything dumb bitch.”

Dumb bitch?

Oh yeah, he means you.

God, Dean was fucking annoying you just wished he would shut up sometimes.

You couldn’t even think straight.

What were you doing again?

Right, the bat. He told you to bring it to him.

You wanted to sit down again. You were so tired.

You couldn't rest though as Dean’s voice was ringing in your ears.

You just wanted him to shut up more than anything so you willed yourself forward.

“Give Dean the bat, Give Dean the bat.”

You lowly repeated in a mantra like state.

Your vision was spotted with black dots swirling like the pain in your head.

GiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebatGiveDeanthebat

You gripped the handle in both hands.

You were going to give Dean the bat.

“Y/N! Goddamn bitch move your lazy fuckin–”

C-R-A-C-K!

The slick sound ricochets throughout the entryway and reverberates in your ears.

C-R-A-C-K!

You feel warm droplets of moisture spray on you.

C-R-A-C-K!

The bat and Dean’s motionless body both simultaneously hit the floor with a thud.

You closed your eyes.

You felt… relief?

Like you could breathe again as the hazy veil that had shrouded your thoughts lifted and the throbbing in your head slowly receded.

You weren’t sure how to describe what you were feeling but it was some mix between euphoria, exhilaration and… freedom?

Well, you were finally free of Dean for good now.

You couldn’t help but be amused by that thought as you wiggle your toes in the warm red liquid that pooled around them.

A child-like giggle resounds from you.

Was this post nut kill clarity?

Catching a glimpse of yourself in the hallway mirror you noticed blood and chunks of brain matter strewn all over Choso’s jacket.

You wouldn’t be able to go without washing it now.

You frowned at the thought of his scent being washed away as well as you unzipped it, checking to see if the stains seeped through the lining too.

You had made such a mess.

Quick movements out of the corner of your eyes reminded you of the fact you were not alone.

The actual Ghostface killer stood mere feet away from you, his intentions clear as he visibly heaved and extended his knife out to the side approaching you.

You sighed exhausted.

“I’m not going to be able to blame this one on you, am I?”

Ghostface shook his head, confirming what you already knew.

☠

Choso felt his own adrenaline reach a frenzied peak.

He approached you with the animalistic stature of a predator who was sizing up another.

You were a killer now, no longer simply his prey.

Proving as much as eyes showed no remorse for the life you had taken.

Yet given what he had walked in on just minutes ago and how distraught you were leaving the party, there was nothing for to mourn anyway.

The only emotion your shown was concern for the on coming threat of him as you backed up to keep from his advances.

Heh, that could just as easily be him right now bleeding out on the floor.

He mused as he side stepped Dean’s body to stalk closer towards you.

Choso smirked, he was only disappointed he wasn’t the one to kill him.

Although he couldn’t deny how beautiful you looked creating your own work of art.

A bit abstract and not as precise as his own methods.

Nevertheless, Choso continues to be amazed by how his cute and clumsy little undergrad just showed him a darkness he had only previously recognized in himself.

Choso watches you back away until your ankles hit the bottom of the staircase.

Your feet and hands were slick with blood and you couldn’t find your footing on the steps nor support yourself on the railing so you were forced to scooch up the stairs.

Yet given your injury even that proved difficult for you.

What would he do with you now?

“W-We’re even right? You saved me, I saved you.”

You tried to bargain as you saw him crawl up the staircase after you.

Ghostface cocked his head to the side considering your words as he reached you and stopped your escape with a strong gloved hand digging into the flesh of your hip.

Ghostface suspended himself over you covering your frame entirely and his metallic blade glared in the light as if it would pierce into you at the slightest whim.

Were you going to die like this?

Despite the danger you couldn’t help but be a bit turned on.

Especially as Ghostface’s touch reminded you so much of–

“Did you get off on killing your boyfriend Y/N?”

Ghosface taunted, speaking for the first time.

“...or were you already this fucking wet from fantasizing about someone else, hm?”

Your eyes widened.

Your mind raced too fast to reach a succinct conclusion. But you were disappointed to hear a voice box distortion instead of the actual person's voice beneath the mask.

Your flurry of jumbled thoughts are paused when you feel the cool caresses of the flat metal side of his blade drag across the skin of your stomach leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Your chest heaved slowly with steady intensity as your breath shuddered.

“Are you turned on now Y/N?”

You look away from Ghostface as he taunts as you. You feel more self-conscious considering who you think is under the mask.

Just how fucked up was it you were turned on from murdering your boyfriend in cold blood to save a serial killer who might have been the guy you had just been masturbating to who was also the serial killer Ghostface and very likely about to kill you now?

Very.

Very fucked up was the answer.

You would have been ashamed if you could bring yourself to care.

Choso’s jerks your face back to him as the hand with the blade parts your legs.

The lust in your eyes and your drenched cunt were all the answers he needed.

“AHH!”

You cry out as you feel the smooth metal come down to slap your clothed pussy hard and slide against your lips.

You fight the urge to close your legs. You can’t or the sharpened edges of the knife would stab your thighs.

You bite your bottom lip to the point of drawing blood.

This does not go unnoticed by Choso as he brings his gloved hand to your lips to soothe the bite.

His soft leather covered thumb hooks past your lips to guide your mouth open, exploring your mouth as you openly moan.

“Tsk, Tsk, we can't have you breaking skin and wasting more of that pretty blood that belongs to me.”

You shiver at his words dripping in possessiveness and your mouth encloses around his thumb, sucking as your tongue still squirms under its pressure.

A strained hiss comes from Choso and his eyes roam down to admire the slime trail of sticky fluid your clothed cunt dripped his blade.

Before Choso can get a peak at your pussy your hands fly down to cover yourself.

Amused, Choso gently removes his hand from your mouth to palm your inner thigh as his thumb slick from your spit rubs circles into your flesh.

His coaxing has you spreading your legs wider as he brushes up against the hands covering your cunt.

“Show me Y/N.”

He breathed out.

You pouted and shook your head.

“Is my little slut a liar then? I recall you telling me you didn’t mind if I saw your panties.”

Your suspicions confirmed you gasped in realization but Choso could no longer control himself as his hunting knife returned to your body to trail up your stomach this time the pointy edge hovering over your soft skin.

Your stomach sucks in to create distance between the blade and your skin causing your chest to push up through your arms but it's exactly what Choso had wanted.

Whoosh

With a swift slash through the air his blade slices your bra in two and its straps fall back down your shoulders laying bare your breast and hardened nipples to the cool air.

Exposed, your hands instinctively move from you core to cover your tits.

You see Choso pull back from you to sit up fully.

No longer touching you as he opted to imprint into his memory the imagery of your wet puffed pussy glistening through the soaked and now nearly transparent thong which clung to your lower lips like second skin.

He shifted his mask as the voice box moved from over this mouth.

“Y/N” he sighed.

Hearing his actual voice had you whining with need again.

Choso couldn’t keep his hands off you for long as he grasped hold of your thong and slipped his fingers between the fabric covering your cunt.

Choso rubbed the sticky moisture on the thin fabric between his thumb and forefingers while his knuckles bullied into your clit, causing your toes to curl.

“Mmm C-Choso.”

Your hands went from simply covering your tits to messaging them, pulling on your nipples, as you couldn’t hold back the sounds from the pleasure you felt from him touching you.

Shit. He wanted to ruin you.

Choso’s knife returns to your throat applying soft pressure dangerously close to breaking skin.

“So tell me what you want then, Y/N?”

Choso knew you wanted him but he wanted you to say it.

He needed you to admit it to him outright before he could really believe it.

His knuckles had stopped teasing your clit and your body trembled as you bucked your hips into his hand and pouted.

“I want you to hurry up and decide if you’re going to fuck me or kill me before my sorority sisters get back Choso!”

Choso smirked under the mask.

Becoming a killer turned you into a bit of a brat.

But he knew how to handle you.

Heh, fair enough.

Driving the knife into the staircase behind your head he pulls you up, swapping positions and seating you on his thigh.

He pulls his soiled track jacket off of you and you shiver as the cold air hits your back.

“Mm, Fuck me Choso”

You sighed longingly, arms encircling his neck.

“Mm, Should I though?”

Choso questions out loud as you melt deeper into him from his hands roaming your body.

One settles on your hip under the band of your thong and the other peels you back by your hair so Choso can see your eyes blown out fully with lust.

“Or should I make you wait like I’ve been waiting ever since you first stumbled into class in that slutty green skirt?”

You cried out and our tongue lolled out of your mouth when he yanked your panties roughly by the front, pulling the material between your pussy lips.

Your clit was cradled in the steamy fabric and you clutched the front of his robes for stability as your eyes rolled back.

“Do you know how much you made me suffer thinking about that pretty pussy of yours? How many times I fisted my cock? How much blood I spilled to forget the way you looked in those slutty outfits?”

Choso's own desire was apparent in his raspy voice.

You shake your head and tears spill as he pulls the fabric tighter over your clit.

“I-I w-wanted you too” you sniffled out.

“Then prove it.” Choso breathed out huskily.

“I want that needy cunt of yours to beg me by fucking herself real nice on my thigh like she did on your mattress earlier.”

You could have combusted as he admitted he had in fact been watching you from your closet but you couldn’t help but obey his orders.

The frantic way your heart pounded in your chest couldn’t trump the unbearable arousal between your legs.

You braced yourself on his shoulders as you began to rock your hips on him.

“That’s it baby.”

Choso encouraged you as you heard a loud rip and realized he had cut away your thong when you felt him snatch the material right off of you.

Your plump pussy lips parted when pressed onto his thigh and you felt the rough material of his heavy robes directly chafing against your clit.

Surrendering to pleasure you circled your hips to grind down on him as Choso started bouncing you on his leg.

The impact of your weight forcing your clit down while his thigh pushed up into you shaking.

“S-shiiiit D-daddy!”

You cried out arching back.

Choso could have busted in his pants completely untouched when he heard you call him daddy.

You didn’t know how much you had him wrapped around your perfectly manicured fingers.

He would kill every single one of those bastard frat fucks on campus on a whim if you asked him to.

He would do anything for you.

Choso's muscular thigh flexing underneath your cunt felt amazing but your hole was screaming to be filled as it gaped around the phantom thought of his cock penetrating you.

“N-Need more. S’not enough Daddy”

You beg, whining into the mouth opening of his mask.

Your breath enters through the material as your hot tongue presses against the cloth barrier hungrily.

His own tongue responds in kind, entangling with yours through his mask and you moan deeper into the opening.

You feel so good yet are still frustrated that you were naked while you couldn’t even see a sliver of skin from him still in his full Ghostface attire.

You move to lift up his mask when he stops you, breaking the makeshift kiss.

“Now, now Y/N.”

Choso playfully chides.

“Can you think of nothing but my dick? You’ve forgotten so quickly this is still a crime scene?”

You panted as you looked over your shoulder and spot the gruesome remains of Dean’s lifeless body and half bashed in face. Blood stained the foyer rug and pieces of tissue splattered on curtains, walls and even the fake plants.

Right.

You still had no idea what you were going to do about that situation but Dean was already dead. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Honestly you felt as if you might die as well if you couldn’t get Choso’s dick inside of you soon.

Your hips never stopped grinding down on his thigh as you returned your attention to him.

You knew if Choso couldn’t even kiss you, he couldn’t fuck you either as those same rules applied to both potential sources of DNA.

“S’fine.” You pout.

“I-I had your jacket, y-your DNA could c-come from that.”

Your injured hand came to cup the slide of his masked face and your other rubbed the outline of cock over his jeans, feeling the precum soil through them despite the thickness of the fabric.

Blood from your hand smeared onto the pristine white Ghostface mask as you pulled your foreheads to touch.

“I’ll admit Dean was right, w-we w-were sleeping together...”

Choso chuckled.

“..and get me expelled for sleeping with a student on top of a motive to connect me to your victim?”

He gave your ass harsh smack.

Your cheeks clenched and your panting grew more ragged as you chased your high against him.

“Y/N you gotta think with that sexy little head of yours not that needy little cunt if you really want me to fuck you. I know you’re smart. This should be easy for you.”

You groaned.

Thinking was virtually impossible right now.

You wanted to give up and resort to begging again but Choso calling you smart (something your recently deceased ex never did) and now rubbing your thighs encouragingly, had made you so happy you wanted to make him more proud of you.

You reluctantly stopped your hips, ignoring the fiery ache shooting through in your cunt but you wanted to cum from his cock not his thigh.

You closed your eyes and exhaled a shaky breath.

Focus Y/N, you willed yourself.

Focusing became harder to do though when Choso became impatient and had nuzzled his masked face into your chest.

His mouth latched to your nipple through the black cloth, swirling his tongue and grazing his teeth against your bud causing it to swell.

“Oh!” you smiled sweetly down at him and his abs tightened as he held you closer to him.

“We get rid of the body! Clean up and make sure there's no crime scene to be found!”

“That’s correct,” Choso praised you as if you answered a question in class correctly.

“Now, most importantly, how exactly will we get rid of the body, Y/N?”

“We…w-we..”

Your fingertips grazed your lips and you bit a nail as you pensively considered your options.

You looked like you were thinking so hard on this.

So fucking cute.

“Come on baby, tell me.”

Choso was the one begging you now while he lifted your hips just enough to pull up his robes and position you to straddle his dick straining against his jeans.

You were so close to the answer. He knew it would come to you and he wanted to be inside of you as soon as you got it.

You clasped your hands together and gave him one of your pageant winning smiles he grew to love.

“We make a kill room!”

“Smart girl” Choso said as he lifted his mask and his lips came crashing down on yours.

☠

“Shit-Shit-Shit!”

You cried as you lower yourself onto Choso’s cock.

You had begged and pleaded him for this but Choso was so much bigger and longer than you expected.

You never had a problem taking dick before but not only was Choso huge he had 3 rows of top and frenum ladder ball piercings on his long veiny cock that dragged against your gspot when you tried to force him inside you.

You still had about an inch to go and his fat cockhead was already pressing against your cervix.

“Fuck baby you really been keeping all this good pussy from me?”

Choso spread your cheeks to assist you down on his enlarged length but your walls vice gripped his cock preventing him from guiding you down further.

Choso grunted, he was going to cum fast if you didn’t ease up.

Pulling you back, he captured your lips again devouring them as he violently pushed his tongue into your mouth in a sloppy kiss, dominating you completely.

A tremor shot through your cunt as your hips jerked and your legs quivered.

“My slutty girl is so sensitive she came from just kissing?”

Choso teased knowingly pulling back to allow you air and lapping at the drool from the corners of your mouth.

It wasn’t just a kiss.

Without the hindrance of a mask Choso’s kisses felt like he was eating you alive and set your body ablaze.

Your orgasm came with enough intensity to loosen your walls allowing you to finally sink down to the base. However your legs were still vibrating and unable to support you riding him.

You fell forward into the crook of his neck.

“C-can’t D-daddy” you babbled into his neck drooling.

Choso wanted to tease you more. He wanted to goad and praise you enough so you would ride him in earnest until your perfect pretty face sobbed for him to fuck you but time was of the essence now.

You both probably had a good hour and a half left before the cops broke up the party and members of your sorority started heading back.

He needed to finish you quickly and he silently promised to take his time with you later.

Rising up, Choso positioned his arms under your thighs to keep you seated on his cock as he walked up the few steps to reach the landing in the middle of the staircase.

Placing your back carefully against the wall he glides his hands over your sweat and blood laden skin to lift your legs onto his shoulders. His grip settles onto the fat of your ass and he marvels at how his fingers sink into them.

Choso allows you time to get adjusted to the new position as he now held you in a standing mating press.

“Ready?”

You nod and Choso takes that as his greenlight to rigorously fuck you into the wall with such vigor you felt it quaking behind you.

There was no possible way you could have ever been ready for that though and your hands dive into his hair tugging at the roots under his man buns as if you intended to scalp him.

Your reactions fuel his cruel thrusts as Choso greedily drinks your guttural screams into his mouth.

They sound more heavenly than any he had heard before even from his own victims.

Slamming you down on his cock, Choso manhandled you like you weighed nothing to him.

His piercings and engorged veins continue to scrape the walls of your core with every stroke as you gush around him soaking his robes.

Choso wanted more of you.

He didn’t think he would ever get enough.

You felt so fucking good he could fuck you like this for hours and he cursed the dwindling time he had before he needed to remove himself from the warm comfort of your mushy cunt.

The hallway echoed with sounds of his hips sadistically ramming your body further into the wall as well as the sloshy vulgar noises his cock tore from your tight creamy cunt.

“S-so c-lose Cho–”

Were the only words you could croak out as your cries become lodged in your throat.

The pleasure you received being folded between Choso and the wall had you salivating like crazy. Drool was pooling in your mouth faster than it could dribble out down the sides.

You locked eyes with him.

The wild glint in them was so primordially feral you can’t believe you ever mistook the restraint he tried to maintain around you for shyness.

Frankly, there was nothing timid about him.

The cold confidence of a true killer radiated off of him and into your core as each of his thrusts felt like they were stabbing into your womb.

Your whines turned into horse croaks as you desperately gasped for air.

Like a killer he showed you no mercy as his long cock shifted your guts up and into your lungs.

Choso was quite literally murdering your cunt.

“Yeah Y/N? Is my girl gonna cum all pretty like on this dick?”

Too cockdrunk to reply, your pussy readily spoke up for you as your walls clenched and spasmed. White stars flood your vision as your body vibrates against him as you cum hard, gurgling his name.

Choso’s hips stuttered and his moans increased as he fucked you through your orgasm and chased his own.

He knew better than to cum inside you, he wasn’t wearing a condom and didn’t even know if you were on birth control.

But your cunt was like a drug to him so Choso resigned himself to cleaning you up after as he gave one last thrust, injecting you with his hot seed that scorched your insides and sent you spasming all over again.

It took a few minutes for Choso to catch his breath but he gently released your legs down to touch the floor as he pulled out of you.

You groaned immediately at the loss after being so full as you still tried to regain your own steady breaths.

Not missing a beat, Choso moved with reverence as if he was worshiping your form from the kisses he peppered down your chest and belly.

“Eyes on me baby,”

Choso ordered, glancing up at you.

You nodded your breath hitching once he reached below your belly button and he threw one of your legs over his shoulder again.

He shamelessly breathed in the scent of sex wafting off your pussy.

The musky mixture of his cum and your juices combined with sweat and blood entered his nostrils and sent his eyes rolling back into his skull.

You shuddered.

You wanted to feel his mouth on you more than anything but you knew you couldn’t both remain like this in the open hallway for much longer.

Seemingly forgetting all concerns of time, Choso’s thumbs lightly ghost over your battered pussy lips as he slowly peeled back the slippery folds.

His chest swoll with pride seeing how much of his cum you had taken inside of you.

Choso's tongue salaciously darted out to catch the drippings that seeped out of your messy little cunt.

Despite your concerns, you can’t resist bucking up towards his face as he brought your hips off the wall towards him.

“Be patient princess, let me enjoy this.”

Choso open handedly spanks your pussy, landing a direct hit on your clit which has you shaking as your squirt spritz onto his face.

His thick tongue rolls out of his mouth like a man starved licking his lips at the feast before him

“Goddamn, I already love her so much”

He cooed into your cunt while looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Go out with me, yeah Y/N? I’ll treat her right. Just let me have a taste of her everyday.”

You almost came on his face again from the utter display of depravity he was showing you, not missing the fact he was so pussy drunk he was technically asking your cunt to be his girlfriend instead of you.

To be fair you were both way past the point where he needed to ask you out anyway as he was an accomplice to your homicide and soon-to-be cover up.

“Okay Choso, I’ll be your girlfriend,”

You grinned at him.

Choso thanked you by gently placing a kiss on your clit before nose-diving into your folds like a mad man between your legs.

Seeing how sensitive you are it wasn't long before he had you thrashing on his lips from the nasty way he heartily ate your cunt out.

The suckling, bubbling and squeaking sounds of him inhaling your pussy nearly had you at your peak again.

Yet you were snapped out of your pleasure when you heard the grandfather clock in the hall ring signaling it was midnight.

Fuck what if the party got broken up earlier than expected?

“W-we don’t have time for this Choso.” You plead anxiously as you pry his head out of from between your legs.

The sounds of the clock chiming and the sight of Dean’s body still laying in the entryway made you more nervous with every passing minute it remained there.

His eyes narrowed dangerously on you as he nuzzled his nose back into your cunt hooking it under your clitoral hood.

“Oh? My sweet girl gets one kill and thinks she knows better than me what we have time for?”

His expression dares you to pull him away again as he drags the flat of his tongue lazily over your clit.

“Please Choso…”

Choso relents as he feels you tense up more, he wouldn't be able to enjoy himself unless you were.

“You trust me right Y/N?”

“Yes”

You breathe out as his fingers play with your puffed pussy lips.

“Do you have the key to the basement?”

You nod.

“And you know exactly where the supply closet is, baby?”

You nod again.

“Perfect. This won't take long at all then.”

Choso assures you as his confident words calm your worries.

“So now just relax princess and let me take care of you. This isn’t my first clean up job babe…”

You weren’t sure if Choso was talking about your cunt or the dead body, but you didn’t doubt he was experienced in both.

“Give me 15 minutes to see how many times I can make you squirt on my tongue. Then we can finally make that dexter kill room you like so much, yeah?”

You nodded once more and Choso wasted no time drowning his face back into your cunt.

You sighed contently.

He was already the best boyfriend you ever had.

© ʙʟᴋᴋɪᴢᴢᴀᴛ 2023. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ʀᴇꜱᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ᴄᴏᴘʏ ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ��ᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ ꜰɪᴄꜱ, ᴅʀᴀʙʙʟᴇꜱ, & ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄꜱ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴜɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀᴡɪꜱᴇ ꜱᴛᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ

A/N: How was that? Did I do our emo kang justice? Lmk! (y'all better lmk cause y'all busted my balls for days over this lmfaoooo)

Also ding dong Dean is DEAD thank fuck. Whew I made that man as horrible as possible so you could kill him. Tbh, I would kill a nigga just for pouring Milwakees in my hair alone, that shit smells and tastes like cat piss lol.

Also here if y'all wanna see a cute lil pixivi I made of me bimbo!reader x Ghostface!Choso.

You know the original idea for this was actually based on a fic I was writing where Choso, Yuji and Sukuna (all brothers) all transfer to your university and bimbo!reader (no bf this time) clearly likes Choso but his oblivious emo ass has no idea and keeps being a dick to you cause he thinks you are just making fun of him. LOL! I may in the future still end up writing a version for that since this ended up going in a completely different direction with Ghostface thrown into the mix.

Y'all this fic was way too fuckin long. I know theres likely errors/redundancies still so I will comb through it later and I may edit/reword somethings too but general content will stay the same. Tbh, what took so long is the last scene cause I decided I cannot write a smut fic with Choso where that man isn't acting completely deranged and unhinged over the taste of pussy. He's munch, he can't help it.

Reblog for Ghostface!Choso to be your personal munch, but likes and comments are appreciated all the same!

Next up on Kizzatober, Werewolf!Toji from Thrilling Ghouls! (PWP)

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pinkandpurple360 · 5 months

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Thonking abt the Fizzbots

Like. I wonder just how sentient these guys are - going off the Loo Loo Land Fizzbot’s interactions with Blitz, and the fact that some of them looked awkward/uncomfortable with their situations in Mammon’s commercial, they def have some level of sentience, I would say.

Also: do you think all the Fizzbots can fight like the one in LLL could, or maybe it was exclusive to that one as like. a security measure? Cause if they can all fight like that, and they wanted to pull off a mass Robo-Fizz rebellion, they uh. oh hecc O.O

Depending on how many there are in total rn, that could be scary and I’d love to see it :0

I have no idea why Fizzi can fight, but it’s damn cool that he can. He overpowered Blitz, who had to tap in a goddamn dragon to take him down. Man that episode was perfect. The good old days.

I guess Fizzbot went rogue after dealing with Blitzø and the bratty kids for so long? Idk. But damn the real Fizz deserved a way bigger fight with Blitzø than his robot form did. They barely fought at all that can’t be the whole story.

Dark themes 🚨 homophobia and SA

I hate to say it but I think making the bots sentient is just a joke. Especially the “sick degenerate adult” one, that was meant to be a gay conversion joke…that one frame with the women licking him? I had to look away, it was too much. And every time I see it I feel sick. It could be that the screenwriters just find them funny even though they are absolutely heart breaking to everyone else.

Thanks to Ozzie and Mammon, mostly Oz though, there are versions of Fizzarolli’s likeness and consciousness in metal bodies being SA’d…right now. And Fizz has no idea that they aren’t just toys or a doll. We have some confirmation he feels violated by it but can’t confront it. He doesn’t actually understand. Cmon man what happened to informed enthusiastic consent being the way?

Everyone’s looking forward to some type of addressing of the Fizzbot consciousness thing, it’s been on our minds since the very second episode. Three years ago. WHICH GOT 50M VIEWS BY THE WAY ! But they seem dead set on removing all blame off of one of the two guys who created these things. Ozzie isn’t a villainous guy at all, but stop pretending he’s morally good and flawless please?? lol? Fizz clearly wasn’t in a position to give his informed consent. Fizzbot was a massively popular antagonist despite only one appearance because he is genuinely one of the coolest characters. Fizzarolli meeting the robot version of himself and actually talking to him is an incredibly cool concept.

#helluva boss critical

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bethanythebogwitch · 2 months

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Origins of legendary Pokemon: Gen III

I am doing a series of posts exploring the real-life inspirations for various Pokémon. Previously I have covered all fish Pokémon, all other aquatic Pokémon, and all starters. Currently I am working through all legendary and mythical Pokémon. It has been a few months since I last updated this series but I’m back now. Today I’m covering gen III. For previous posts see gen I and gen II.

Starting off with the legendary golems, I decided I’ll cover the gen III and gen XIII golems together. All of them are based on, well, golems. In Jewish folklore, a golem is a creature made of inanimate material that has been magically animated. The most famous story about golems, and the one that most modern depictions draw from is the golem of Prague. Dating back to the 16th century, the story goes that Rabbi Loew (a real person) built the golem out of clay and animated it by inserting a clay tablet inscribed with the name of God (a shem) into its mouth. The golem protected the Prague ghetto from pogroms. Every Friday, the Rabbi took the shem out of the golem’s mouth to deactivate it for the sabbath. Eventually the golem went on a violent rampage for reasons that vary depending on who tells the story. Sometimes the Rabbi forgot to take the shem out before the sabbath, other times the golem fell in love and was rejected. Either way, the rabbi eventually managed to pull the shem out, causing the golem to fall apart. The pieces were then stored in the attic of the synagogue, where it can be revived if ever needed again. The attic does exist, but is closed to the public. The idea that golems are animated through certain words either held in the mouth or inscribed on the forehead is common. In some stories (including some variants of the Prague story), the word used is “emét” (אמת) meaning “truth” and the golem can be deactivated by removing the final letter, changing the word to “mét” (מת) meaning “dead”. All of the regis are golems made from some mind of inanimate material: stone for Regirock, ice for Regice, metal for Registeel, electricity for Regieleki, and crystallized dragon energy for Regidrago. Like golems, they needed to be made by an already exiting being, in this case Regigigas. The unique sequence of dots on each regi represents the word carved on a golem’s head to bring it to life. Each regi also represents a historical time period. Regirock represents the stone age, Regice the ice age, Registeel the iron age, and Regieleki the moderm or electric age. Regidrago is harder to pin down since the only dragon age is a series of video games. It could represent the middle ages, with medieval Europe having plenty of dragon legends, or maybe a more general age of myths.

(Image: a statue of the golem of Prague, found in Prague. It is a brownish, mostly-featureless humanoid with several cracks on its body held together by rivets. End ID)

The eon duo are weird. They’re dragons with elements of birds and airplanes (the latter more visible in their mega evolutions). The biggest hint to what they’re supposed to represent might come from both being the eon Pokémon and explicitly brothers and sisters. Eon could just indicate they’ve been around for eons, but it also could come from aeon, a concept in Gnosticism. Gnosticism was a group of early Christian sects that were very different from modern Christianity and are pretty much extinct now. In Gnostocism, aeons were divine beings that were emanations from the true God. You can think of the as the Gnostic version of angels except they’re more like less perfect derivations of God who can in turn make their own even less pure derivations and so on. It’s weird and complicated. In one of the most popular Gnostic sects, Valentinianism, aeons come in complementary male/female pairs called syzygies.

This is one of the simpler diagrams of how the aeons and syzygies are related to each other. Yeah. (Image: a diagram of the relations between aeons in Valentinianism, consisting of pairs of spheres connected with lines. Sourced from Histoire critique du Gnosticisme by Jacques Matter)

Latias and Latios being male and female counterparts could make them a syzygy of two (a)eons. They might also draw from the Chinese concept of yin and yang, opposing but complimentary forces. Yin is usually associated with femininity and passivity and fits Latias while yang is masculine and more passionate, fitting Latias. The pair’s ability to levitate and bird-like feathers may draw from the martlet, a legendary bird with no legs that spends its entire life flying. Martlets are often depicted with tufts in place of legs like the two tufts that the latis have. Finally, the name of the latis comes from the latin “lateō” which means “I conceal” or “I am hidden”, which fits both the two using illusions to stay hidden.

(Image: a heraldic depiction of a martlet, shown as the silhouette of a bird with two tufts where the legs should be. End ID)

The big names of gen III are of course the super-ancient weather trio of Groudon, Kyogre, and Rayquaza. They each represent one of the “spheres” of Earth. Groudon represents the lithosphere, the outer layer of rock that makes up the planet’s crust. Kyogre represents the hydrosphere, all of the planet’s water in solid, liquid, and gas forms. Finally, Rayquaza represents the atmosphere, the gasses that are trapped on the planet by its gravity. As mythical beasts representing the land, sea, and sky, the trio draw from a trio of creatures in Jewish mythology that were passed down to Christianity and Islam. These creatures are behemoth, leviathan, and ziz, who were primordial beasts that dwelled in and represented land, sea, and sky. Of the three, behemoth and leviathan get most of the representation while ziz remains fairly obscure. This is likely because they are both described in the old testament/Tanakh’s Book of Job as part of what is essentially God spending several passages bragging about how powerful he is and saying therefore he can be as much of an asshole as he likes. Behemoth is a grass-eating swamp-dweller likely inspired by a hippo or elephant while leviathan is a scaly, armored carnivore that (once you strip away all the fantastical elements) was probably inspired by a crocodile. Ziz is usually depicted as a colossal bird or griffon. Behemoth and leviathan are often depicted as mortal enemies who will kill each other in a battle at the end of time, fitting with Groudon and Kyogre being enemies that nearly destroyed the world with their battle.

(Image: a depiction of behemoth, leviathan, and ziz. Behemoth is shown as a red bull. Leviathan is depicted as a brown fish. Ziz is situated above the other two and resembles a griffon with no front legs. End ID. Sourced from the Ambrosiana Bible)

The designs of the three Pokemon draw from animals or mythical creatures who live in their associated biome. The lines covering them may also draw from the Nazca lines of Peru, though only Kyogre has a direct counterpart in the lines with the whale geoglyph.

(Image: the whale Nacza line, seen from above. it is a geoglyph in the form of a whale, drawn in a line lighter than the surrounding desert. End ID)

Kyogre is based on an orca. It’s fitting that the Pokémon who created the ocean is based on the ocean’s most badass animal. Leviathan is usually depicted as a sea serpent nowadays, but it has historically been depicted as a fish or whale (and a lot of ancient cultures didn’t realize that whales aren’t fish). Groudon is based on outdated depictions of theropod dinosaurs that had them standing upright and dragging their tails on the ground like Godzilla. The spikes on its side and tail may come from dinosaurs like Ankylosaurus. It also visually resembles molten or superheated rock (moreso in its primal reversion), a reference to volcanoes and their role in raising islands out of the ocean. Rayquaza is based off of the serpentine, wingless eastern dragons while it having front legs but no hind legs comes from the European lindworm dragons (though lindworms being strictly serpentine dragons with only front legs is a more recent thing). Asian dragons often had power over weather, which Rayquaza has with its ability to negate all weather conditions. it being specifically a dragon that lives in the upper atmosphere and occasionally comes down to earth might come from the draconid meteor shower, which itself is named after the constellation Draco. Oh, and to keep the ancient Judaism origins going, Rayquaza’s name might come from the Hebrew word “rāqī́aʿ”which means “firmament”. The firmament is a giant crystal dome that covers the earth and makes up the sky, found in many different mythologies including ancient Judaism.

Moving over to the mythicals we have this generation’s Mew clone: Jirachi. It being associated with a certain comet and having the ability to grant wishes is a big shout-out to the idea of wishing on a star. Its head is shaped like a star and shooting stars (the ones you usually wish on) are actually meteors. Many meteors are composed of iron, likely why Jirachi is steel-type. Jirachi is also based on Tanabata, a Japanese festival based on mythology and astrology where two deities, represented by the stars Vega and Altair, are only allowed to meet once a year. During Tanabata, people will write wishes on pieces of paper called tanzaku and hang them on bamboo or trees. Three tanzaku are present on Jirachi’s head.

(image: a branch with a paper chain and multiple tanzaku on it. The Tanzaku are multicolored, rectangular strips of paper with Japanese writing on them. End ID)

The connection to Tanabata is more explicit in the anime, where the movie featuring Jirachi has a festival celebrating the return of the comet that awakens Jirachi every thousand years. Lots of comets have very elliptical orbits that only bring them to the inner solar system once every several decades or even centuries. While comets are usually depicted with one tail, they actually have two, generated by the sun’s heat and solar wind. One tail is formed from dust while the other is formed from gas. The two streamer or tail like things coming from Jirachi’s back probably represents the two tails of a comet.

(Image: Comet Hale-Bopp, showing the large, white dust tail and the smaller, blue gas tail. End ID)

Deoxys is the first mythical to be un-mythicaled when it showed up in ORAS as a normally-catchable mon in the postgame. Shame they didn’t keep that up. Anyway, Deoxys is an alien, specifically a virus that mutated while falling into Earth’s atmosphere. The idea of a virus or alien falling from the sky is common in science fiction. Think The Andromeda Strain (book and movie, not the shitty miniseries) or The Blob, or if you want a Japanese example, Space Amoeba. Deoxys is also heavily associated with DNA. Its name comes from the full name of DNA: deoxyribonucleic acid and its tentacles in normal form take the same double helix shape that DNA strands do. Its original 3 forms also come DNA: defense, normal, and attack. Speed form messed this up when it came out. I would have called it rapid form so at least it can reference RNA. The x-shaped silhouette of Deoxys also looks like a chromosome. Deoxys also draws from the idea of mutation, which is the result of changes in the structure of DNA. It is a mutated virus and it can mutate itself into specialized forms. The crystal in its chest (which in the movie continuity is the real Deoxys, with the body being an extension of the crystal) probably comes from the sci-fi trope of silicon-based alien life. Silicon is the next element down from Carbon on the periodic table and also has 4 valence electrons, leading to speculation that alien life could use silicon as a basis instead of carbon. Silicon-based aliens are often depicted as living crystals.

(Image: a drawing of a cell, zoomed in to show a chromosome, zoomed in to show a DNA strand. The cell is a blue blob, the chromosomes are blue, globular, and shaped like the letter x. The DNA is two blue strands arranged in a double helix structure connected by small rods. End ID. Source).

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libraryofgage · 2 months

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Don't know if you remember me but hi again. Anyway to the point I had another idea for Steve deserves good parents actually. I don't know if you'll know the cartoon it was really popular in the 80s when it came out but I don't hear a lot about it now though that could just be because I don't really find myself in the circles that talk about it. But I think it'd be real neato if Steve was raised by one of the bands from 'Jem and the hologram's '. I think either 'the Misfits' (not the irl band but rather a different in universe band with the same name it a entirely female band) or 'the stingers' would be great for comedy reasons cause those bands (to my memory) are supposed to be sorta alternative rock/metal bands (I don't know if that really comes across in the music tho) and I think it's really throw everyone for a loop when they find out Steve 'preppiest jock in Indiana' Harrington was raised by a group of rockers. But it doesn't have to be them. Also if you haven't seen it watch the Jem and the hologram's cartoon it's great, I highly recommend it, it's peak 80s kids content imo (specifically the cartoon though, they made a movie sometime in the 2010s but it didn't really keep the spirit of the original cartoon from what I know.)

Actually of ALL the 80s cartoons I've seen somehow Jem and the Holograms wasn't one of them?????

Time to fucking fix that travesty

I do love this tho like rock star raised Steve still looking all preppy and Eddie teasing him for definitely not knowing anything about rock only to be introduced to Steve's parents and fucking blue screen

#an ask #and answered #beelze the bubkiss #steve deserves good parents actually #about my writing #i do love this idea #it's fucking incredible

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bippot · 1 year

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Summary: School sucks. Studying sucks. Jason Carver sucks. The record shop named Sound Asylum fucking rules. Sure, it sells all of Eddie's favourite music, but everyone knows that's his excuse to talk to the cashier there, a.k.a. his girlfriend.

Tags: Comfort, Established Relationship, Fluff, Domestic, Graduation, Studying, Eddie Munson Lives and Needs a Hug

Music Recommendation: Do You Believe In Love by Huey Lewis and The News

Stranger Things, Eddie Munson Masterlist - here

Black Sabbath. Dio. Iron Maiden. Slayer. Fuck, they even had Kix, and Exodus before Kirk Hammett switched over to Metallica. Sound Asylum had them all. So it was the number one place for Eddie to hang out after school. Yet, his favourite thing about the record shop was the cute girl behind the counter. He'd always rush from school and throw the doors open wide with a "Oh, honey. I'm home," whether there were customers or not.

If there were customers, she'd reassure them, "That's my boyfriend, not some insane rando," and most of the time they'd give her a look, one that was clearly questioning her professionalism. She didn't care.

Then he'd strut up to the counter and flirt, "Hey, pretty lady, do you come here often?" because that was a slip up he made when he first saw her in here. He genuinely asked her if she came often to her place of work like the answer wasn't obvious. He knew she worked there.

Earlier on that fateful day of his terrible attempt at flirting, he'd been walking with Dustin around midday and he wasn't paying attention to where he was walking. She was in a hurry, therefore, causing the two to bump into each other. "Sorry, Eddie. I'm late for work!" She called back, looking around for a moment and apologetically waving.

Now, he had no idea she knew his name. They'd been in the same year. His original year. He knew her name. Of course he did. He remembers all the babes names. Especially this babe. This babe was the only person who he ever thought about asking to Prom. Prom wasn't Eddie's thing. Maybe it wasn't Y/N's either.

But, once he'd gathered enough confidence to try to ask her, some other guy got in the way. Fucking George Lewisham! Of all people! Twat. Absolute cunt. (Y/N would later admit that she'd only said yes to George because he'd asked her in the busy corridor and she didn't want to embarrass him in front of so many people. Once they were alone, she explained that prom wasn't really her scene.)

"O-oh, don't worry, Y/N," he called back, ignoring how Dustin was asking all about her.

The day she'd bumped into him, he'd noticed her badge with the words 'Sound Asylum. Y/N.' written in scribbly wonky letters that he sure wasn't her writing, and he knew where he'd be taking his protege. Dustin was fully aware why Eddie wanted to go by the dumb goofy face he made when Y/N had said his name, yet he pretended to go along with the excuse, "I want to show you where you can get great deals on top notch real music."

As soon as they first entered the store, Eddie pushed Dustin towards what he thought was the metal section - in actuality it was the soundtrack area, which Dustin was rightfully interested in - and plodded his way up to the counter. He tried to play it cool but could barely contain his excitement.

Y/N smiled at him, and he couldn't stop himself before blurting out, "So, yeah, hi. Sorry about earlier today. Um, my friend - that kid over there - his name is Dustin." He looked back at Henderson. "I'm kind of like his mentor, you know. Kids these days are so stupid. You wouldn't believe how much shit I got myself into because of my parents... anyway, you don't need to know that."

At his onslaught of words, she laughed. She actually laughed at him. It wasn't cruel or unkind like the popular kids. No, she genuinely seemed amused. Not pitying, or anything. Just amused. And boy, was he in trouble now.

"Dustin over there is an aspiring metal head because he idolises yours truly and wants to become like a mini me. I'm buying him hair dye and jeans so tight that he may become infertile because of it. But that would be his problem, not mine. Not that I'm infertile. I'm decently fertile."

He was blushing, and his hands were sweating, but his tone was casual. He was trying to appear confident as he spoke. Whether he was or not, who's to say? "I'm sorry. That was total nonsense. Listen, can we just pretend I didn't say all of that? Can I start again?" He asked, then took a deep breath. He looked into her eyes.

Fuck, he felt his heart beat faster. Was it fluttering? Was he having a heart attack? He hoped not, because then that'd be embarrassing. But, maybe he was.

Completely amused by his antics, she playfully teased, "But I was having so much fun listening to your ramblings."

"Very funny."

A huge smile crept onto his face. Then he tried to speak and move at the same time, which was something he can usually do. As he began speaking, "I remember -" he attempted to lean his elbow against the counter but managed to catch the edge of the solid slab and hit his funny bone. In pain and feeling like an idiot, he exclaimed, "Ow! Damn it. What the fuck?"

There was a boisterous laugh coming from Y/N. She couldn't help herself. He was being completely ridiculous. She was loving every minute of it. He looked so adorable when he was flustered. Still, "Are you okay?" She asked with concern written all over her voice as she reached out to take his arm, "You're hurt. Let me see."

"It's just a graze. Don't worry about it."

Well, it was just a graze but there was a small line of blood dripping down his elbow where the weirdly sharp counter had shaved off a few layers of skin.

"Come around the side." She gestured for him to walk to the opening of the counter and lifted the plank for him, guiding him to stand beside her. It took a little while to find the first aid kit as it was rarely used, but it was found. "Sit down. Sit."

She pushed him down into the chair she kept there for when the store got mind numbingly static and gently wiped away the blood. It was quiet as she placed an appropriate sized plaster on his boo boo.

"There we go. Better?"

"All better." He scratched the back of his neck and blurted out, "Soooo.... do you come here often?"

"You didn't hit your head too, did you?"

Dustin glanced over at his buddy and grinned. It was hilarious seeing how hopeless Eddie was being at the moment. He was sitting and staring straight up at her with this dreamy expression on his face, which made everything clear. "Eddie! You good?!" Dustin called across the store with a chuckle.

Eddie jumped slightly in his seat and turned to glare at Dustin. "Yeah. Shut up, dude." Then he looked back at Y/N, "I'm totally good. Totally fine." He tried to sound cool, but failed horribly, "Um, thanks. For helping me out."

"You should ask her out so I can use her staff discount."

Oh god, why did he bring the little twerp along? How was Henderson's teasing going to help him? Was that what he wanted? To make Eddie feel like he was doing worse than he already was? Oh boy. He decided to ignore Dustin, instead focusing on Y/N and hoping that she wasn't going to bring it up, but she did.

"He's right, you know. You should." There was a hint of mischief in her voice as she looked between the pair.

His eyes widened. Shit. This was happening. This really was happening. This was it. Now or never. He needed to act cool. Be cool. Play it off. Be chill. Act like everything was normal. He was so nervous. So goddamn nervous. He felt like throwing up.

"Would you say yes?"

"Try me."

"Would you like to, uh, would you like to go on a date with me sometime?"

"I would."

No way! She said yes, without hesitation. Without even thinking. It was almost unbelievable. Almost. He was speechless. Completely speechless. He felt the colour rise in his cheeks as she smirked back at him.

All of a sudden, with no shame, he let out a cheer and excitedly punched the air, pumping his fist around like an excited toddler. He knew he looked like an idiot right now, but he didn't care. She said she'd go with him. It was finally happening. He'd done it! He'd asked her out! And she said yes.

That, as they say, is history. The pair had been a couple for months now, and it was safe to say that Eddie rarely (all the time, actually) got that flustered around her anymore. He'd stutter if she looked particularly nice one day, but then he'd laugh about it afterwards. It's normal to be awestruck at how hot your partner is.

So, he happily spent his days beaming at her as she worked at the register.

On one particular day, she was re-sorting the blues department as a regular named Mr Priston always left it a mess and he'd just left right at the moment Eddie arrived. Then she heard his catchphrase and wasn't surprised when he slithered his arms around her waist and leaned forward to whisper, "Hey, baby."

As usual, she leant back into his arms and hummed in response, letting out a soft giggle. He pressed a kiss onto her cheek. "I missed you."

"You saw me yesterday."

"Still missed you." He gently bit at her ear and squeezed her hips with each word he said. She couldn't help but blush, despite how many times she's heard him say that exact thing. "Now you say it back to me."

With a playful laugh and a sweet grin, she turned to face him, looking directly into his beautiful brown eyes to joke, "What if I didn't miss you, though?"

Not hesitating a moment, his gaze drifted from her eyes to her lips and back again, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. His hands slid slowly down her body and grabbed her ass, squeezing firmly, causing her to squeak quietly in protest. She ran her fingers through his hair as he broke apart and rested his forehead against hers.

"So, did that change your answer?"

Giving in, she finally said, "I missed you too," and pushed him away so she could continue with the records. Without seeing his face, she could tell he was pouting because she wasn't giving him attention anymore. She was sure he was sulking like a child right now. But, she didn't want to give into his childish behaviour any more than she had to, so she chose to look behind her and gave him a big smirk, ordering him to "Go sit in your chair."

He did just that, albeit reluctantly. Like an idiot, instead of going around the desk, he decided to try and vault over it and ended up falling onto the floor with a thud. She laughed, "Idiot!" But before she could run towards him to see if he was alright, he hopped back up, dusting himself off. He stood there, grinning at her like a goofball, with his eyes twinkling.

"Did you hurt yourself?"

"Nope. Just my pride."

"I'm surprised you've got any left."

Y/N made sure to finish up quickly and join him behind the counter before he started fiddling with the till. She lowered her butt onto his lap, intending to give herself a little five minute break before the next batch of customers arrived. She was sitting comfortably and leaning back into his broad chest, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her shoulders and holding her close.

"Long day, doll?" he asked in a low husky voice, kissing the top of her head. She smiled, knowing what was coming next as he kissed her neck and placed his chin on her shoulder.

"Mm. Very long day." She replied softly as she felt his breath tickle her bare skin. She moved slightly sideways so she could turn around in his arms and look up at him, "How about you? How was school?"

"Tiring," he responded, running his fingers through her hair. "But nothing new there. Same old, same old," he added with an faux amused tone as he twirled a strand of hair around his forefinger. "Nothing really exciting, anyway." He shrugged. It seemed like he was trying to sound casual and unbothered, but that was obviously not the case.

School was tough for Eddie, she knew that. Y/N could remember sneaking glances at him when they were in the same class and he'd never noticed. He was way too busy doodling all over his arms to pay attention to the class, let alone her. But that was his moment of peace before he got back out in the hallways or the cafeteria and got subjected to who knows how much verbal abuse and mockery.

"Tell you what, you wanna pick the music?" she offered, "My treat."

He considered it for a moment, for much longer than she thought necessary, until eventually he nodded and grinned as he agreed, "Deal."

"We just got Peace Sells in -"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME AS SOON AS I ARRIVED?!"

His excitement was contagious. Her face lit up as he patted her lap so she'd let him get up and find it immediately. She rolled her eyes at the boy's dramatics, but complied and let him scour the metal section, knowing full well that she hadn't put the Megadeth album out yet.

When his head turned back to her, he gave her a pout. It quickly disappeared as she bent down and reached onto the bottom shelf of the counter to retrieve the copy she'd taken off the top for him. She pulled it out and set it down on the counter for him to gush at. His grin and eyes grew wide as he took it in his hands and began examining every single aspect of it.

As his eyes darted from back to front to back to front over and and over again, he bounced on his toes, practically vibrating with joy. "You're such a nerd," she laughed, shaking her head in amusement. He flashed her a smile before ripping off the plastic cover, opening it up and immediately darting to the record player.

Soon, the opening of 'Wake Up Dead' filled the small record shop as his fingers began tapping in time, his head adorably bobbing from side to side as he absorbed the music. Because Eddie didn't just listen to music. No. He tried his hardest to feel it. Every time he tried explaining it, he felt so pompous and pretentious saying it like that, but that was it in its simplest form. It was as if he was trying to make the notes sink into his being through osmosis or some shit.

"So fucking dorky."

Her eyes were hearts as she watched him. He was so cute. When he listened intently, his eyes would scrunch together and become squinted while his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Often he stuck his tongue out the side of his mouth, his teeth trapping it between them like that was going to help him zone in on the notes. There was something so endearing about that reaction, and it only made her love him more.

"Come here, baby." She held her hand out to him, motioning towards herself with one hand as she nudged his chair forward with her knee, and he obliged, shuffling over to sit down before her. After giving him a kiss on the crown of his head, she started the arduous process of comb-ing all the tangles from his hair with gentle fingers. "Just relax, okay?"

Eddie hummed his agreement and closed his eyes, letting his surroundings completely wipe away any traces that he may have had a bad day at Hawkins High. It's not as if he'd been planning the next Hellfire session in his notebook and Jason Carver came over to pour a bottle full of gatorade all over the pages, ruining not only the upcoming sessions notes but all notes there had been and all the notes there were going to be. All of his hard work and doodles that he spent so much time on were smudged, blue, and dripping off the page.

Yet, that didn't matter just this moment. What mattered to him was the fact that his girlfriend was petting his head and letting him fully immerse himself in the Megadeath experience without having to worry about anything else in the world. It was the perfect distraction.

And he hadn't even told her that anything was wrong. She did this. No prompt. No explanation. Just... She just did it. For him. And it meant everything to him.

They didn't need to talk right now. They could just sit there, enjoying each other’s company and just be. It was enough. All he needed was her touch on his scalp and that beautiful smile to ease his troubled heart.

Spring break was a doozy, he knew that. He was surprised he'd survived it. Every fibre of his body was so painfully aware that he'd gotten away from the horde of bats with mere seconds to spare.

Thank god him and Uncle Wayne always used to go on frequent bike rides across Hawkins. Without them he may have been Chiroptera food - and he only knew that was the fancy name for bat because Dustin had shouted exactly that as soon as they were in a safe enough spot to have an argument. So, yes, he was incredibly lucky that he got out of the ordeal with some scrapes and bruises, nothing fatal.

Only an idiot would be murdered by bats of all things. Bats? According to his tattoo, Eddie Munson and those winged rats should've been cool. Should've been best buds.

A few customers came in the next forty-ish minutes as the record played. Y/N made sure she was incredibly aware of the customers position in the store at all times. She'd let her guard down a few times in the past and had moved a couple of feet to the store room, returning to find that Eddie was being glared at and demonised right behind her back. Or that time a guy looking for a Madonna album for his girlfriend had tried starting a fight as soon as he saw Eddie innocently flipping through his comic book. It went from zero to a hundred real quick.

The people of Hawkins still had it out for him. Despite the fact that Hopper had returned and set the record straight that goofy, baby cow eyed Edward James Munson, physically twenty years old but mentally acts thirteen (at a push), was not a devil worshipper and never murdered anyone, people still gave Eds a hard time.

Whenever people would accost him, he'd manage to hold it in whilst out in public, but as soon as they were in private, he'd be sobbing into the shoulder of Y/N's jumper. She'd been with him before all that went down, and she was planning on being with him far past it, too.

Honestly if he didn't have Y/N or his friends by his side, Eddie knew he never would've survived a week as a free man.

When the time came that she had to deal with the transaction, Y/N gave him a quick scratch behind the ear before heading to the register with that signature customer service smile of hers plastered to her face. It worked wonders. None of them said anything about the disgraced rocker behind her.

Maybe they were regulars who were used to his presence by now. Maybe they had no idea who he was. Maybe they knew he was innocent. Eddie didn't know. He didn't particularly care either, at least that's what he told himself.

Once the final customer of her shift - who arrived ten minutes from closing time and looked as if he wanted to spend the next two hours browsing - was warned that the shop was closing soon, suspiciously found the record he wanted very quickly and paid for it, the Y/N began the process of locking up.

"If you want a job, Mr Levi was thinking of hiring. I can ask him. You already spend enough time here as it is." She tipped his chin up with her hooked pointer finger. "Up to you."

He sighed and shrugged, "Eh, maybe next year. Once I graduate." A sad little smile twisted his lips as he shook his head, "... That's if I graduate..."

"You will," she assured him, placing a light kiss to his forehead before holding her hands out for him to hold. She tugged him to his feet, and he gladly obliged, his fingers interlacing with hers as he stood before her. "Are you staying at mine tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Told Wayne?" Just by the look on his face, she knew the answer. After a playful smack on the ass, she ordered, "Go call him while I finish up here."

"Aye aye captain."

Wayne always assumed that Eddie was at Y/N's, but he liked to know, just in case. The government had given the Munson's a hefty payout to keep what they did know quiet. Frankly, Wayne didn't know all that much. There had been a mangled, dead girl in his trailer and some sort of gooey, goopy shit splattered across the ceiling. That was the extent of his knowledge.

Thanks to said payout, the pair lived in a small house just outside of town. For the first time in years. Wayne had his own bed. He was no longer relegated to the sofa. They didn't have to worry so much about money anymore. Wayne's wage plus the hush money was enough to get by on for years to come. Some would say they were able to live comfortably now, which was weird because, as a Munson, the boys had lived a life where they got by without such a thing. Having it was nice. But now they had it, they were sure they could ever go back.

As soon as the phone call ended - it was always very brief and directly to the point - Eddie returned to find that Y/N had done everything and was waiting for him.

"Don't forget your record."

"How could I forget?"

He smirked as he picked up the vinyl and gave it a little kiss before he stuffed it into a carrier bag. Then they were out the door and walking hand in hand to Eddie's van. His very excited opinions about the Megadeth album were bursting from his lips as if he couldn't contain them at all. Y/N laughed along as she often did.

It was nice seeing him like this. To see a part of her precious boy again after everything that had happened to him these last few months, it was comforting. It was grounding. She loved it. She truly did. And as she watched her boyfriend's bright grin as he babbled on and on, Y/N had to fight the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You okay, babe?"

She blinked twice before smiling widely and nodding. She pulled his hand off the gearstick and kissed sweetly, her lips paying attention to one of his new scars that spanned from the knuckle of his thumb to just below the middle of his wrist. He'd never told her how he got such an injury, but she knew better than to push.

"Just happy."

And that was an understatement. She smiled at him and leaned against the window while he tried to hide his blush, watching with amusement as he pretended that the stretch of road before him was really interesting all of a sudden. The fact that he still got flustered by her sometimes was incredibly flattering and made her giggle every single time his cheeks reddened. He was still the same adorable dork who got all shy and flustered over a pretty girl's attention.

"I'm in the mood for burgers. You got stuff for burgers? Like a buncha patties and cheese and everything?"

"We'll have to stop off at the store," she informed him with a chuckle, "Am I making these burgers, or are you?"

"I'm gonna make em'."

What he lacked in culinary skills, he made up for with effort. Eddie cooked with gusto. It always was a mess. He'd burn something. Always did. But he had so much fun revelling in the controlled chaos around him that she didn't mind it one bit. Occasionally Y/N had to step in before he burned her apartment down, yet it was guaranteed to be an exciting time.

When the two of them got home with the necessary groceries, Eddie got to work. He tied his hair in a hasty ponytail, whipped his shirt off (he always claimed he was too warm to keep it on) and forced Y/N to stay seated as he did all the cooking. She'd been so good to him and he just wanted to do something for her back in return.

"Just use the spatula!"

"No! It's not as fun."

A few seconds later, he yelped, "Ow, my nipple!"

"That's why most people wear a shirt while cooking!"

Attempting to turn the patties by jolting the handle of the pan, Eddie was having a wonderful time getting oil spat all over his hand and chest. Eventually, the burgers were burnt as he'd cut his finger on something and had been preoccupied with the little trickle of blood instead.

Y/N turned the hob off with one hand and the other opened the cupboard that held the first aid kit. She'd had to restock the plasters more often ever since they'd gotten together so she made sure to get ones with fun little characters on it that she'd known he'd like.

"Lord Vader, thank you for soaking up my blood," he chuckled as he placed a Star Wars bandaid over his cut. Y/N snorted.

"Nerd."

Eddie rolled his eyes but kept grinning as he moved to plate their meal up. "Outta the way," he teased, gently pushing her out of the way of the fridge. "Go sit down. Go, go."

Nonetheless, Y/N stuck her tongue out but complied, sitting herself back down on the couch and waiting for her food to be brought to her. "Here we go. Bon appetit, mademoiselle," he chided in an awful, just awful, french accent as he placed her meal on her lap.

Honestly, it didn't look that bad. Admittedly, it certainly was burnt. There was no question about that. But it was edible. And loaded with cheese, so it wasn't as awful as she first assumed it would be. Besides, he'd tried his best. She knew that.

So, she dug in and hummed happily, "Thank you, my love." She kissed his cheek affectionately before taking another bite and chewing slowly as she watched him do the same, both enjoying the taste of the cheesy goodness.

All too soon, they had scoffed down their burgers - Eddie ate so fast that she was sure he would choke - and then the dishes were being washed. Eddie much preferred to wash up than to wipe up as he could playfully flick all the bubbles directly at Y/N and laugh when she yelped in surprise and slapped him on the arm with a tea towel.

After was the designated study time. To actually graduate, Eddie actually tried to retain knowledge and get his grades up. It certainly helped that Y/N was there to keep him on track. She had a knack for keeping him in order because she knew he was smart and treated him as such. That was one thing his teachers never did.

Despite how many times he'd gone through senior year, it wasn't because he couldn't grasp the concepts he was taught. He didn't listen. That was his downfall. School was so mind numbingly boring that he didn't pay attention at all. It's not as if he wasn't good at maths. He was great at it. DnD is all about maths and that's why he did completely fine in that subject. As long as he found something that interested him in the subject, he could do it.

But in literature, there was nothing that interested him at all. He loved storytelling, sure, but William Shakespeare was a balding bitch who had been dead far too long for his opinion to be valid anymore. Why did he care what an Elizabethan clown wrote anyway?

Well, the simple way around that was to change the voice. Hearing a sonnet from Y/N's sweet voice made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Fuck, he knew Shakespeare had written it, yet as Y/N held his hand as she recited it made him feel that maybe she had written it. And written it about him, no less.

"When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, wishing me like to one more rich in hope," she read aloud as she unconsciously fiddled with his rings, feeling the cool metal against her skin.

Eddie was trying his hardest not to smile as he stared at her. But what was the point of suppressing it?

"Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee—and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth sings hymns at heaven's gate"

Every word Y/N spoke rang true. Even if she was simply repeating one of Shakespeare's lines, he felt it in his bones. Why was he suddenly relating to ol' Bill? From one bard to the other, Eddie got a creeping thought of 'Oh, this is why people like this guy.'

"For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings, That then I scorn to change my state with kings."

As she finished, she brought his knuckles to her lips and kissed them lightly before she gazed into his brown eyes lovingly.

"If you had to guess, what was that one about?"

"A loser who thinks his life sucks, but..."

"But?"

"He's - or she, could be a she now that I think about it: women can be losers too - has a partner who makes it all seem fuckin dandy in the end," he stated matter of factly, only to tease, "Not very relatable," and smugly lean back in his seat.

Shaking her head, Y/N huffed out a shy laugh and looked at her lap. "I relate to it," she admitted softly and without hesitation. "Anyway, let's -"

"No, no, no, no. I'm not going to let it go that easy," he interrupted her sternly. "You're not, and never have been, a loser."

"Neither have you."

At that moment, he was sure that he'd actually been struck by lightning. His eyes widened as he took in her sudden change of tone. Her words sounded so honest and sincere and genuine, as if she really believed them. That's because she did.

Yet, he let out a disbelieving chuckle nevertheless. "Sure, being twenty and still in high school is so far from being loser behaviour," he sarcastically drawled and shook his head. "You know what, though, next time someone puts a kick me sign on my back, I'll take it with grace. No biggie."

Life had been hard for Eddie, they both knew that. Back during his first try at senior year, he was preoccupied with trouble with his father. That asshole was appealing to be let out of prison and Eddie spent almost every waking moment in fear that his dear old dad would come crashing back into his life. Luckily, his father was still firmly behind bars

Nowhere in his mind during that time did he know that a certain girl who always sat to his left was watching him out of the corner of her eye to help him if he ever wanted it. She was top of the class, after all. And would've been on her way to a scholarship as soon as school ended if her Nana didn't get sick and need to be taken care of.

"My sweet love, people in this town are small minded, please don't mistake their judgement for truth." Her fingers made their way to brush away some hair that had fallen from his ponytail to his cheek. "If you're a loser, I am too. It takes a loser to date a loser, no?"

There was a silence between them for a moment or two before Eddie finally nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. You're right. Maybe I've got a few redeeming features if you can put up with me," he mused sheepishly with a grin, and Y/N knew him well enough to be aware that she'd managed to stop a spiral of his self doubt before it had gotten a chance to fully form.

They were quiet for a while as they went further into the sonnet, dissecting it until she was sure he fully understood it.

"Tell you what, you get more than eighty per cent on this mockup, and we'll stop for the night?"

"Seventy five percent."

"Eighty. I believe in you."

"Fuckin fine."

Finishing his test with a eighty eight, which was a complete surprise that he was even capable of doing such a thing to Eddie, Y/N chucked all the sheets of paper and work onto the coffee table before leaning back and waiting for the inevitable moment when he would lie between her legs with his face stuffed into her belly.

His arm locked around her waist so there was no possibility that she would be able to move any time soon and he began slipping his hand lazily under her shirt, just to feel her warm skin under his touch. And, because she was so toasty there, he lifted the hem of her shirt and stuck his head into it to create a cosy cocoon for the space between his ears. It was like a sleeping bag that was primarily for his head.

This was nothing out of the ordinary. He did this often so she wasn't surprised when she felt his lips give her gentle kisses on her ribcage as almost as if he was greeting them. If anything it was comforting because he could feel her breathing, could feel her the reverberation of her heartbeat.

After the shitty day he had at school, he wanted that comfort. Needed it. It wasn't much, but it meant everything to him. He knew he was a touchy guy and as soon as her nails came into contact with his shoulders, a deep purr escaped his throat. That earned him an amused chuckle from his girlfriend.

"You laughing at me?"

"At you? Never," she laughed. "God, you're so precious!"

"Oh shut it!" He groaned playfully and buried his face deeper within the warmth she emitted, letting out a pleased sigh.

Soon, the sweet atmosphere turned into something else as he realised that he had a fantastic look at her boobs from under there. And he wasn't complaining one bit. What boy in his right mind wouldn't love the sight of his girlfriend's boobs? It was the perfect opportunity to ogle them. Just a little. Right, right? Nothing wrong with a little ogling.

"Are you staring at my boobs?"

"No!"

She chuckled at his reply. "You're such a liar, nerd."

Before he could come up with a witty comeback, she lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it aside. "Hey! I was creepily checking out your tits under there! Not cool, babe." He tutted jokingly as he crawled closer to her to plant a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.

With a smirk, he knelt between her thighs and attached both hands to her chest, his eyebrows wiggling as his grip squidged and relaxed rhythmically. "So pretty...," he sighed dreamily before lowering his head down and planting hot and wet, open-mouthed kisses down until he'd reached the middle of her cleavage.

"3...2...1..." She counted down till he enthusiastically shook his face in between them, motorboating her and ensuring that the goofiest noises came from his mouth as he did so. It was impossible not to laugh at his silly antics. "You done?"

Stopping for a moment to answer, "Not yet," Eddie got back to it with the same fervour until he was finally satisfied. "Nooow I'm done."

"Had fun?"

"Sooo much."

"Glad to hear it," Y/N cooed and let her nails begin scratching at the back of his head, causing Eddie to close his eyes happily as he enjoyed the feeling.

Sometimes, she was sure he had been a cat in a previous life. He lowered his head to her shoulder and sighed deeply, his nose nudging affectionately into her neck. This right here was heaven, he thought. All his problems were gone in a single moment. It was as if she had scratched them away in a single stroke.

"Are you falling asleep?"

"Maybe..."

"Let's move ourselves to the bed, huh?"

"Mmmhmm, please..."

Y/N managed to wiggle herself out from underneath him and get to her feet, only to find that Eddie was being less than cooperative about moving himself off the couch and towards the bedroom. So, to deal with him, she tugged him to stand and joked, "I don't need to go to the gym when I've got to carry my baby girl around," as she gestured for him to cling onto her.

As expected, he was thrilled to be totally lazy and be carried into the bedroom. Admittedly, her apartment wasn't very big so it wasn't much of a struggle for her to manage, yet it would've been rather amusing to see. Eddie was taller and stronger than Y/N but he clung to her like a koala bear as she walked, making her chuckle as she carefully laid him down on the bed.

Then, without wasting another second, she unbuckled his belt and tapped his thigh so he'd aid her in getting his trousers off of him.

"If I had the energy, I'd totally be fucking you right now, babe."

"I know, hot stuff. You'd be fuckin me so good."

Once his jeans were off, she shimmered her own trousers off, kicking them aside as she reared behind her and pinged her bra off. "You are just teasing me now. Come here and squash me," he demanded, holding out his arms invitingly. He always squirmed and kicked and fidgeted in his sleep, and they'd found out the only way he stayed sleeping for the entire night.

"Squash?" She repeated in a faux, incredulous manner.

"No, no! I mean, lovingly lie fully on top of me and cuddle me stupid till I knock out!"

Chuckling, she obliged his request by crawling over him, straddling his hips as his sleepy eyes roamed across her chest and his hands were soon following his gaze until they were finding their way to rest on her breasts.

"Well, isn't this nice?" His words were accompanied by a slow smile spreading along his lips, one that could rival a Cheshire cat as he ran his thumb slowly and deliberately over one of her nipples.

"Thought you were too tired?"

"Too tired to fuck you, not to feel you up," he corrected while continuing with his ministrations.

Her eyes were half closed already, enjoying every inch of his touches on her body while she leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "Enough groping, let's sleep," Y/N mumbled against his lips before pulling away and resting her temple against his shoulder. Eddie chuckled before wrapping an arm around her and snuggling her against his chest before falling asleep almost instantly, feeling her fingers card through his hair lovingly.

A soft, peaceful smile formed on his face at the familiarity of the situation, having found his solace and peace, closing his eyes to savour it until morning came.

Most of their days were spent like that, although the amount of studying did double as tests and exams got closer and closer. In class, Eddie's teachers had thought he'd been replaced all of a sudden because he was easily hitting B's with no trouble. It was a complete 180.

Who knew that actually studying and taking the time to learn shit would actually raise your grades up? Crazy.

All too soon, Y/N found herself sitting beside Wayne at Eddie's graduation. As she noticed the very familiar mop of fuzzy hair appear on the stage, she wolf whistled to encourage him to break out into a wide, cheeky grin before he raised his diploma like he was at the end of The Breakfast Club. The other members of the Hellfire club and some of his other friends cheered for him loudly, which made him beam even wider as he looked around and met his girlfriend's gaze with his bright eyes filled with pride and joy.

Fuck, he'd finally done it. He could finally leave school. Leave his old self behind and become Eddie Munson, the adult man, instead of the adult boy like he had been for years. Who knew what his future held? He'd often dreamed of fame and fortune with Corroded Coffin. Nowadays, that wasn't it anymore. Eddie loved music. He loved guitar. But having so many people know his name?

That hadn't been a good experience.

Hopefully, he'd get a reasonable job. One that paid well enough but wasn't too monotonous. That'd be nice. If he was lucky, he'd be able to go on fancy holidays to other countries - he'd never left Indiana before so that was a particularly exciting thought - and pamper Y/N with everything she'd ever wanted.

There had to be some way he could pay her back for everything she'd done for him. For teaching him how to live again, to love again, to have fun again. Because if nothing else, he owed her the world for all that she had given him.

Robin had brought Steve and Dustin along as her guests as her parents were too busy working, so the second everyone was allowed to mingle he found Y/N with them. Approaching them, Eddie was thoroughly amused by the fact his girlfriend was trapping Dustin in her embrace, making sure he couldn't escape as she tamed his hair.

"Dude! Stop squirming," said Y/N, and, on closer inspection, it looked as if she was trying to remove something from his curls. "Stop it. Stay still, and I'll get the spider out."

Dustin groaned but stopped fidgeting so she could pluck the arachnid from him. However, his expression quickly changed to relief when the whole ordeal was done, and she knelt down to carefully let the spider down to the floor. It was a kind action at the time, but in hindsight, that spider definitely got crushed under someone's shoe within two minutes.

"Henderson, from one bard to another, your bravery knows no bounds. That spider shall rue the day that he decided to mess with your lucious locks," Eddie declared in his usual dungeon master voice. "Lady Y/N, blessed by Aphrodite herself, has done you a great service by removing your pesky nuisance once and for all."

"Jesus dude, you're such a nerd," Steve teased. "How have you got a girlfriend and I don't? I'm way cooler than you?"

To answer that, Eddie just shrugged and slithered his arm around Y/N's waist possessively, smirking as he tugged her towards him with a sickly sweet, "Hey gorgeous."

"Hi there, handsome." Y/N smiled up at him as she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

Obviously, that little smooch wasn't enough for him as he tilted her chin to face him and then planted a passionate kiss atop her mouth, deepening it just seconds before she had planned to pull back. All of their friends tried to ignore the make-out session that was going down as they stared at the couple. Y/N was conflicted - yes, she wanted this snog to continue.

Why wouldn't she? But she still was aware that they were in a very public place with their old teachers and friend's parents and children. Every time she'd gain the sense to disconnect, he'd chase her lips and convince her to carry on. And damn him, she felt like she was melting at each one of those kisses, her insides curling up and burning for more.

Wayne was the one to break it up. After listening to Ted Wheeler drone on and on about whatever the fuck he was talking about, Wayne used the excuse, "Hang on, I need to tell my boy off," to get away from that boring pratt. "Ed, would you quit that shit? I'm trying to keep my lunch down." The couple broke apart, chuckling sheepishly at Wayne's reprimand.

They managed to keep cool for the rest of the afternoon. Once the school's celebration was mostly the Munson's, Robin, Steve, and Dustin all decided to retreat to the nearest diner, where they spent the next few hours chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

Coincidentally, Y/N's boss, Mr Levi, was also in the diner and spoke to his employee as he passed her on his way out. "Oh Y/N, I was meaning to tell you about that job at The Music House that you inquired about," he began. "I spoke to my buddy Simon and explained some things, so if Eddie wants an interview, I can definitely hack it."

Now, Eddie hadn't heard of this arrangement. The Music House was a radio station that operated about twenty-five minutes out of Hawkins. It wasn't a big station by any means, but yeah, Eddie could see himself as a DJ. He knew he had a good music taste. And it covered all kinds of genres, not just metal.

Yeah, that sounded just right for him.

"Do you want the interview?" Y/N asked him, smiling as he nodded excitedly at her, then Mr Levi. She turned to her boss. "See, I knew he'd be up for it."

Mr Levi laughed and held out his hand for Eddie to shake. "I'll sort things out and give you the details on Monday, okay?"

"Okay!" Ed chirped, enthusiastically squeezing Mr Levi's hand in agreement. He glanced at Y/N, who winked at him, giving a silent thank you before returning his attention to Mr Levi. "Thank you! Holy shit! Thank you!"

Then Mr Levi left. Eddie couldn't have been happier. He could see a glimmer of what his future could look like. A calm life where his uncle was comfy and without money worries anymore. His friends were alive and safe and would get to live without fear of that being taken from them.

He'd be working at a job that was based around his favourite thing in the world - music. And he wouldn't be shamed or silenced for his tastes. No, he'd get to broadcast it and give his opinions while knowing that at least one person out there was listening.

Even if that person was just Y/N. That was enough. He'd be able to finally pick his life up and start taking care of her. Maybe he'd even pay to go to a cooking class. It wouldn't hurt, after all. There would be less chance of the food burning if he did that. Maybe someday, he could really start living a normal life... a real, happy, meaningful, productive one.

And Y/N would be by his side throughout all of it. Who knows, they could have a mini Munson or two in the future? Eddie grinned so hard he felt like his cheeks would split into pieces.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie x fem!reader #Youtube

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can-of-pringles · 8 months

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It's morning and now I'm finally able to talk about the ritual last night! I tried taking some pictures and videos but they're not the best quality because my phone is so old :'( anyway I'll mostly talk in bullet points for the whole thing. The videos will be posted separately. (And maybe pictures if I can't fit them here)

My first ritual and concert was amazing and I totally would want to go again! Seriously words can't describe the experience lol

I saw a lot of cosplayers so that was cool

The weather and heat wasn't too bad once the sun went down and my dad and I got good seats in the shade

I was nervous about having to go through the metal detector because I have an insulin pump but they were understanding and I got scanned by a wand instead.

After we got in we immediately went to the merch and got tour tshirts and I got my Plushia! Here's a picture of him after the concert

I love Plushia so much and I held him up for the concert a bit at first

There were people with kandi (which my dad was surprised about but I was like see I told you lol) and I did a bit of trading! I don't have pictures of the bracelets rn but I got a red bead one that says Copia, a yellow one that says Banana Boy (which I'm unsure of the reference unless it's about.. Aether(?) Eating a banana in that one picture?) And then I got another red one that says Hail Satan lol. So thanks to those people! I hoped you liked mine, they were first attempts ha.

Our seats were good and I sat on the aisle which gave me a good view. The only thing that was annoying is the person sitting in front of us was vaping almost the whole time...

I'm very glad I brought my ear protection... cause it was very needed!

Amon Amarth was great and I even had fun doing the rowing part lol. It was cool to see them fight the inflatable dragon/sea monster and also to see the two Vikings fighting with swords and shields

Once Ghost started playing it was absolutely incredible and I was so excited. Seriously I can't believe I saw Papa in real life!

All the songs were great live. The only thing was maybe the bass slightly overpowered some of the songs? But that could be where I was seated. My body was vibrating so much from the sound!

Here's my pictures

I used to be slightly annoyed by how popular MoaC has gotten but it's absolutely amazing live so I guess you could say my opinion has changed

They played Rats closer to the beginning than I thought they would

Square Hammer and Dance Macabre were so good live! I was definitely dancing the whole time despite my feet absolutely hurting :') (and I wore regular tennis shoes! There were people there wearing heels and platforms 💀 their feet must've hurt..)

I'm honestly really happy that I got to see Copia before anything happens...

He was talking about the heat and then was joking about having an ice cube down his pants and who wants to be the ice cube (which of course the audience all screamed lol)

He also mentioned wanting to go to Franklin's (which is a popular barbecue restaurant here in Austin)

The Ghouls and Ghoulettes were amazing too! Though I still have trouble telling them apart.. I've pretty much memorized all the names but it's matching the name to the Ghoul that's difficult for me

I didn't think they'd play Mummy Dust because I wasn't sure about the confetti situation but they did! And afterwards someone gave me some Mummy Dust! (Picture taken after the concert)

Something I'm a little disappointed about that I did was I checked my bloodsugar after the show and I basically missed their bowing and stuff. (I had to look down at my meter so I didn't really get a good look) I wish I would've waited a bit but that's entirely on me.

Ok now.. time for some slight negative thoughts. This isn't directed at the band though, I'm blaming the venue. But the show honestly felt rushed. There wasn't much time in between songs, the Ghouls cut the holding the note bit short, Copia didn't interact with the crowd as much, he didn't ask us to bark like dogs which I was a little disappointed about lol. He didn't do the usual marijuana bit and just did Mary on a Cross which was odd. And near the end he even said 'we usually do this long spiel about you going home and then encores but we need to use all of our time so we're just going to cut to the point' (not word for word obviously) so I guess the venue was really rushing them.... which sucked. Amon Amarth didn't feel rushed (though I'm not very familiar with them so idk) but anyway negative thoughts aside it still was a good concert!

I'll be posting some videos soon after this post goes up.

#the band ghost #ghost #ghost band #ritual

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slutforstabbings-archive · 1 year

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now i’m super curious, what’s ur hcs for alt!corey?

Alt!Corey Cunningham HC's

prompted by the conversation started here. Sorry this took so long!

tagging @rebel-blue @nachtmahr666 @vanellygal I never know who all to tag so if you want me to tag you specifically every time, please lmk!

Music:

Corey grew up listening to the radio and whatever music Joan put on. His mom is probably in her early 50’s in the movie, and she seems like one of those people who is terrible but likes and uses sweet nice wholesome things to hide behind, so she probably only listened to squeaky clean and boring pop music, and I think that would start Corey on a path towards heavy music, distorted music, music with dark themes, anything other than what Joan liked. He finds a lot of pop music to be insincere and he hates that.

WURG seems like an oddball station from what we hear of it in the movie and what it’s mentioned as playing in the book, so Corey definitely likes some punk and metal and garage just from the radio. But he doesn’t really know that’s what it is, genres and subcultures are kind of lost on him. And he doesn’t really realize he only knows music that’s 35-60 years old.

Personally as someone who grew up listening to a lot of oldies radio specifically, I know they’re really bad about identifying old songs cause they think you know the artist and title already. So I’m gonna go ahead and say for a lot of his life Corey doesn’t know the name or artist of most of the songs he likes, and he probably doesn’t realize he likes multiple songs from the same artist, so he doesn't have a favorite band. He has to learn to dig into a catalog and listen to full albums as an adult because that was never something he was introduced to as a child.

His mom obviously put heavy parental controls on his computer time, looked through his browser history, etc so I don’t think he was really able to explore his music taste probably until he got a smart phone and more privacy in his internet usage, which wouldn’t have been until he was an adult. I think Joan would have wanted him to have a phone so she could call him but would’ve kept him with a non-smart phone with no data until it basically wasn’t an option anymore, so he got his first smart phone when he was probably like 17-19, and that’s when his music exploration could really begin.

Even pre-accident Corey is sad and lonely and angry so he’s drawn to those lyrical themes. He has very angsty taste. But he also likes interesting time signatures and weird textures. He's a math and science guy and he thinks it's really cool when musicians approach their craft in a mathematical or experimental way. Post- Michael I think Corey recedes into the heaviest and most anguished parts of his music taste. Songs that used to make him cry, songs that pump him up, songs that he used to imagine were written for people much more badass than him, whatever that might be. Devastating vocal delivery, heart wrenching lyrics, chugging guitars, all three if he can get them.

BAND LIST (trying to go with the most popular examples so you can get the gist of the aesthetic I’m picturing lol):

From the Radio - Rolling Stones, Doors, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, The Kinks, The Clash, Talking Heads, all the obvious legacy early metal and punk bands.

Pre-Accident - American Football, Sunny Day Real Estate, Hum, Modest Mouse, Smashing Pumpkins, Descendents, Brand New, New Order, Mazzy Star, The Smiths, Hella

Post-Accident, Pre-Michael - Grunge big 4, but his favorite is Pearl Jam, Pixies, Melvins, Tool, Joy Division, Deftones, Sonic Youth, I Hate Sex, Garbage, Depeche Mode, Nine Inch Nails

Post- Michael - Electric Wizard, Windhand, clipping., Lingua Ignota, Full of Hell

Fashion:

I see a lot of different ages thrown around for how long Corey's mom dressed him, but novelization canon is he started dressing himself at 13. I think it's definitely still the case that his mom buys and picks out most of his clothes for a long time, but I think he slowly wears her down on letting him pick things until his wardrobe is mostly his choices filtered through her. But because of that filter it's still never quite him.

When the other kids started getting into subcultures, Corey watched with envy. He didn't have a particular favorite style, and he wouldn't have known what to call it if he did, he just liked the idea that you could say something to the world with your clothes, and draw people who agreed with you to you and push people who didn't away. The idea that you could form a community around how you dress. All he wants is community.

Corey's never really considered tattoos or piercings because he knows his mother would absolutely lose her mind if he "damaged" himself that way. The only thing he's thought of is that his dad had a tattoo of a duck, so maybe he could get a tattoo of a duck in the same place. I think that if Corey was more interested in tattoos than that , pre-accident he would be a black linework only kind of guy, he wants to be an engineer, he likes the kind of sparse, design-y, almost technical drawing aspect of plain linework tattoos. Post-accident, pre-Michael, he' definitely an American Traditional/Neo-Trad guy. It's straight forward, it's classic, it's low-key. Post-Michael Corey is the kind of guy who gets big blackout stripes or brush strokes for the experience. Because blackouts hurt and because they make people, even other tattooed people, say why the fuck would you get that? Post-Michael Corey would also so get a prince albert sorry.

I can't see him wearing make up, even just eyeliner. Seems too pretty for him I guess, like he's an aesthetically simple guy in a lot of ways, and presents in such a casual masculine way, it just doesn't seem like him. But I can see him painting his nails black every once in a while. Not any other colors but black for sure.

#corey cunningham #halloween ends #corey cunningham headcanons #thoughts #mine #ask

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Im glad Metal Gear Rising is regaining popularity cuz its one of my favorite games of all time. Not just the gameplay or the music, but theres some phenomenally written characters underneath what seems to be a dumb action game, even if they are cheesy as hell in their deliver, and it even goes as far as to use the music to perfectly sum up each boss

First you have Bladewolf. He’s a newly created AI construct who desires to be free from his programming becuase he knows full well that he’s capable of being more than just a simple murder robot, but he’s long since resigned being anything but due to the fact that the leash holding him was too strong for him to break so there was no real point in actually putting his vast intellect to any use other than what his masters wanted him to do. His theme stands out that “I’m my own master now” doesn’t reflect who he is during the fight but what he’d eventually become after finally gaining his independence.

Next up is Mistral. Earlier in her life she found she had a knack for combat but slowly she would come to realize that fighting for the sake of fighting is a hollow life. Which made her the perfect person to be recruited by The Desperados. Now I might be reaching a little, but I personally believe that given how little she actually talks about the aims of The Desperados, she doesn’t really care what that cause is, simply that she has SOMETHING to fight for, as well as a group of people who support her violent tendancies and bloodlust, which is sometimes all a radical cause needs to have: Just a place you feel like you can belong.

Then you have Monsoon. If you take a moment to stop giggling over how many times he says the word “meme” (Which out of context is fucking hilarious) His belief system becomes clear: People are nothing more than a product of their experiences and to fight against it is to fight against a raging storm (Which is what his song is about, the past never truly leaving you) And in the context of MGR, he’s right. Raiden will always be Jack The Ripper. However the flaw in his logic, which Raiden is able to demonstrate, is that the memes that have been passed down to you will always affect you, but they don’t define you. Raiden may, on some level crave bloodshed, but that doesn’t mean he can’t strive for the ideals he always has, and what defines the “Strong” and the “Weak” will differ depending on your personal ideals.

NEXT YOU HAVE SUNDOWNER. Oh boy this fucking smug ass bastard motherfucker. Remember when I said this game was full of deeply written characters? Well he is NOT one of them and by the omnissiah does it fucking work for him. He is 100% pure unadulterated, concentrated, moustache twirling EVIL. His whole ass philosophy can be boiled down to “People suck, so why not suck the most?” But I put it to you thats what makes him a brilliant character in the context of a game like MGR. He’s exactly the tool you’d want to be the mastermind behind all the dirty work you want to pretend is justified. You want a warcrime done, this is the man who will happily do it without a second of hesitation. He’s evil but he’s an instrumental tool to something much bigger than him

Sam. Samuel “Jetstream” Fuckin’ Rodriguez. Not only is this a man who carries an entire fucking bakery of pure 100% non-cyborg cake and can go toe to toe with the latest cyborg enhancements money can by using only THESE HANDS, much less his GUNSWORD, he is the perfect foil to Raiden. He represents a path Raiden could become. He was once exactly like Raiden, fighting to protect the weak until he was essentially beaten into submission. He’s a hollow shell of who he once was, having cast aside his ideals as futile. All he can do now is fight, regardless of what he’s fighting for.

Lastly, Senator Armstrong. This man is the perfect antagonist. This is a man who’s never really known true hardship yet he still feels the need to call anyone who doesn’t make it in this world “Weak” Just take the fact he went to a university, likely on a football scholarship. He acts as if joining the Navy is a big accomplishment, but he never saw combat and was likely an officer due his degree. (Also hella doubt the whole “Coulda gone pro” bullshit, considering the amount of people who say the exact shame shit in the Miltary) After getting elected to senate, he cut the budget of the Denver police so that the company HE RAN could take over law enforcement.

Now given the game’s focus on the idea of memetics, what exact memes would have him justifiably having these beliefs that America is diseased? Nothing. If anything America is diseased BECUASE of people like him.At the end of the day, he simply finds that what he has been given is not enough, that those in power should be able to exercise it to the fullest, obtaining a sort of peace through fascist oppression of the “weak” and the end of war as a business is simply a convenient excuse. To him the wars are pointless simply due to the fact America could be powerful enough to wipe out its enemies if they didn’t have to pretend about civilian casualties

But here in lies the core message of Metal Gear Rising, in my opinion: Politics is fucking messy. Ideals are messy. There is no system of belief out there that cannot be undermined in some way. However, that doesn’t mean they aren’t worth fighting for. Both Raiden and Armstrong were two individuals fighting for what they believed in, regardless of the cost or the flaws in their core values. Armstrong lived and died by the concept of “Might makes right” and Raiden will continue to live and die to protect those who can’t protect themselves, regardless of the atrocities that Armstrong has to commit, or the amount of bodies that Raiden cuts to chicken nuggets. Hence “Standing here, I realize you were just like me trying to make history, but who’s to judge the right from wrong and when our guard is down I think we’ll both agree: Violence breeds violence but in the end it has to be this way”

Also a final note on a cool detail people tend to miss: During the Jetstream Sam fight, if you knock Muramasa from his hand, the vocals of The Only Thing I Know for Real will fade out until he picks it back up. The same thing happens to It Has to Be This Way if Armstrong knocks Muramasa from Raiden’s hands.

Oh and also “I used to think my sword was a tool of justice, not to be used in anger. But now Im not so sure. And besides: This isn’t my sword” is just a cool ass line and Raiden is an adorable edgyboi

#metal gear rising #metal gear series #metal gear

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hiiii sorry to bother you with this ramble but i've been watching cobra kai mainly out of curiosity and the ups and downs i have felt when watching this show haha

i don't want to give this show a hard time, but it's so...yeah. of course i should've expected that going into the show, it's the reboot of the one movie from the 80s everyone and their mom knows of course it's not going to have the most philosophical questions but like....it both intrigues and enrages me in sooo many ways. Having just watched the sequels for the first time I was very surprised to find what it had to say about the cycle of violence and the somewhat unconventional masculinity in Daniel and...the showrunners seems to forget about all of that?

They seemed to sort of get it with the first two seasons where Johnny/the kids who walk into Cobra Kai walk out impacted in a way that the narrative doesn't see as rewarding which is really interesting! Only to...forget that? Once heavy metal starts playing, that's the cue that tells you "Oh yeah this is where the cool stuff happens! You should be rooting for them!" and I don't. I just kind of. sigh and let the scene happen

Oh and don't even get me started on how the writers seem incapable of writing the kids without having them in romantic relationships. I know they're in high school but like. It's tiring seeing these kids get together, then break up in two episodes -__- but that's just my thing with media

Ok one more thing cause I'm gonna keep rambling on and on: I really enjoyed Daniel taking Robby on as his student and just watching this kid have some sort of stability and guidance in his life was really nice so it was cruel of the writers to just rip that away (in my opinion)

Sorry for this long ramble, this show has definitely confused me but is somehow interesting enough to keep on watching

Can I just say I am somewhat enamoured that occasionally an anon will wander into my space and give me a little update on their various cobra kai and/or karate kid watches, makes me feel like we're all in this together.

And onto the message itself: everything you're saying is correct. Cobra Kai is a silly show, it's a show with many many flaws, it's a show that not only at times contradicts TKK character-building, but also its own emotional and thematic build, it's been my little "puts on clown suit and nose" show for the last couple of years, and it's one I'd never technically recommend, but for the fact that I am delighted by a great deal of it + the fandom (on tumblr -- venture into some other corners and you're reminded that the actual target audience is middle-aged straight guys who kin Johnny and think there's nothing deeper than "Daniel was the real bully" takes) has been a source of a lot of fun.

It was something that helped me during the pandemic + introduced me to some lovely people (including someone I have travelled to another continent to meet irl!)

What does this have to do with your message? Technically nothing, I just need you to know that I am both incredibly biased about my emotions around this show, because of all the real life stuff around it, and that I was very forgiving of it for quite awhile, up until s5 confirmed that yeah, the narrative that it seemed to be building up to (in its own flawed way) was uh... simply not occurring anymore.

Now I've moved past the stage of "oh okay, it's bad bad," and gone into "here's what I like," mode -- with no small degree of kvetching of course.

The way that I watch this show is on the basis of "take what you want, leave out the rest." Sometimes I'm not a fan of this approach, because it can leave out what actually works in favour of popular fanon headcanons (that can also make people who aren't into them feel excluded from cliquey spaces that dictate The Truth). But if the writing isn't up to snuff, I think it's only right to take a sledgehammer/scalpel/tool of your choice and Frankenstein that thing into proper shape!

The show has good bones -- the bones of The Karate Kid movies, and the actors (old and new) who are really into playing their roles and put a lot of work into it -- and it has good parts in its story too.

As for the rest *rolls up sleeves and gets'a'hammerin' and fixin'*

#❤ anon #cobra kai #tkk #the karate kid #this reminds me i need to upload another chapter of johnny lawrence does an are you gay quit #quiz*

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Chapter 9: S.O.S

They did not remain at Skull Rock much longer. Steve had managed to get to his feet without help and declared that it was time to go. The others didn’t argue, but Lily was reluctant to leave the comfortable circle of Eddie’s arms. Despite the fact that they were in a hellish mirror image of Hawkins, surrounded by vines and bats and whatever other creepy crawlies were part of the One, she felt the safest she had in years. He felt like home, and that was something that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

Robin and Nancy pulled ahead of them, but Eddie stayed close to Lily, his fingers wrapped gently around hers. “Eddie…Eddie, hey man…” Steve called a little ways behind them. Eddie stopped, and he and Lily turned. Eddie released her hand, smiling and gesturing for her to keep going. “I’ll catch up.” He said quietly. She hesitated, but nodded, turning and beginning the trudge again.

Steve stepped closer to Eddie, letting the girls get a little more distance from them before he spoke. “Listen, I just…I just want to say thanks. For saving my ass back there. You and Lily both.” He said quietly, keeping his eyes trained on the ground. Eddie let out a small scoff. “Shit man, you saved your own ass. I mean, that was a real Ozzy move you pulled back there.” He had meant it as a compliment, but the confusion on Steve’s face seemed to make the gesture dim around the edges. He reached for an example, anything to make the other boy understand. “Ozzy? When you took a bite out of that bat?” The groove between Steve’s eyebrows deepened. “Ozzy Osbourne? Black Sabbath? He bit a bat’s head off onstage…” He could see he was getting nowhere with this, and sighed. “It’s very metal, what you did. That’s all I’m saying.” He amended. He hoped that would come across the way he wanted it to. “Thanks.” Steve managed, although by his tone it was clear that he wasn’t sure it was really a compliment to be called ‘Metal’. Eddie shoved his hands into his jean pockets. “Henderson told me you were a badass. Insisted on the matter, in fact.” Steve paused. “Wait, Henderson said that?” There was genuine surprise in his voice. “Oh yeah. Shit. Kid worships you dude. Like, you have no idea.” He paused for a moment. “It’s kinda annoying, to be honest.” He could hear the tiny thread of jealousy creep into his voice and he cursed it. “I don’t even know why I care what that little…shrimp thinks, but uh, I guess I got a little jealous, Steve.” He admitted. Steve didn’t respond, but Eddie could tell he was listening intently.

“I guess I couldn’t accept the fact that Steve Harrington was actually…a good dude. Rich parents, popular, chicks love him. Not a douche? No way man, no way. That, like, flies in the face of all the laws in the universe and my own personal Munson doctrine.” Steve’s face was impassive, but the way he carried himself broadcasted his nerves quite plainly. “Still jealous as hell, by the way.” Eddie added in an attempt to normalize the conversation. He was getting into sentimental territory and he knew it. Steve was the last person he ever envisioned having this kind of conversation with. “Which is why I would never jump into that lake to save your ass. Not under any, uh, normal circumstances.” A branch snapped, catching their attention for a moment. A growling sound followed, and Eddie could not hide the chill that skittered down his spine. He continued hurriedly.

“Nope. Outside of D&D, I am no hero. I see danger and I just turn heel and run. At least, that is what I have learned about myself this past week.” Eddie knew he was basically carrying the conversation, but he felt it was necessary to say this to him. He may not get another chance. “Give yourself a break, man.” Steve said offhandedly, and Eddie pulled them to a stop. “The only reason I came in here was ‘cause those ladies went in straight after you. Now, I was too ashamed to be the only one who stayed behind. But Wheeler right there, she didn’t waste a second. Not one second. She just dove right in.” Steve’s eyes were trained on Nancy as she walked ahead of them, and there was a longing in them that Eddie was beginning to understand all too well. He felt the same way about Lily. “Now, I don’t know what happened between the two of you, but if I were you, I would get her back.” He advised. Steve’s eyes met his, dark brows rising. “Because that…was as unambiguous a sign of true love as these cynical eyes have ever seen.” Steve stared at him a moment, as if processing his words.

“And what about you?” Steve asked. Eddie hesitated. He hadn't expected the question. “What about me?” He replied carefully, as if dreading the next question. “You and Lily. I see the way you look at her. If I were you, I would declare yourself soon because if you don’t, someone else will.” Eddie’s eyes narrowed. “Are you challenging me Harrington?” He asked darkly. Steve shook his head, scoffing. “No, she has already made it perfectly clear that she has no interest in me. It's kind of a bummer, to be honest.” He said, some of that Steve pride creeping back into his voice. “You tried?” Eddie’s voice dripped with venom. Steve shook his head again. “Not exactly. But then, I didn't have to. I see the way that she looks at you man. In my experience, you have a badass girl like that in love with you, you DO NOT let her go. You don’t want the regrets I carry. Tell her how you feel. Before it’s too late. Because down here, you never know from one moment to the next if it is going to be your last.”

Lily had not quite been far enough away to not have overheard the boy’s conversation. Her heart soared when Eddie didn’t rebuke the fact that she loved him. He hadn’t denied that there was something growing between them. Lily had felt it long before she had known what he even looked like. It was what she had been waiting to tell him when all of this started. Her thoughts wandered back to the first time she heard his voice. She had been playing with some of her father’s old things that her mother had banished to the basement. Out of sight, out of mind. Lily had confiscated the basement after she discovered the stash, replacing the lock to which she had the only key. At first, she had only gotten static and believed the old walkie rig to be broken, but as she played with the buttons, she began to hear voices.

They had been difficult to make out at first, but with a little more adjusting, she could hear them steadily clearer. They didn’t seem to notice that their conversation was being heard. She could hear the clatter of what sounded like dice being rolled. “Nat 20!” One of the voices cried. She smiled. She recognized the game and almost immediately wished she was among those voices, playing alongside them. She hadn’t played Dungeons & Dragons since the day her dad died. Her heart ached with the memories even the sound of the game brought. “Well played Gareth the Great. Nog, how do you respond?” The voice of the DM was deep, capturing her attention immediately. He had a commanding tone that still managed to be thoughtful. She felt instantly drawn into that voice. She desperately wanted to be a part of this. She hesitated. Would they even respond to her? Her heart tugged and the longing grew. It was a small piece of her dad she could somehow get back. That thought made the decision for her. She cleared her throat, and pressed the call button.

“Comrades, fate smiles upon our meeting on this lonesome battlefield. Let us join swords so that we may defeat this enemy.” Her voice was clear, and she felt every bit as powerful as her character, Aezadora. Shield Maiden of the Stars, Lady of the Night. “What. The. Hell? Nog, why is your walkie on?” Came the DM’s voice. There was a shuffle, and then static. For a moment, she feared she had lost them. “Um…hello?” Came a younger voice she assumed as Nog. “Greetings Nog, I am an adventurer like yourself. Level 23, chaotic neutral Lunar Elf Ranger adept in arcane archery, shapeshifting, and healing magic. You may call me Aezadora." She introduced herself, then paused. "I wish to join your party.” There was another beat of quiet static. “A girl?” Someone whispered. “She is at an impressive level.” Another added. “Quiet. Lady Aezadora, arcane archery is not an easy feat.” The DM’s voice had a tone to it that suggested that he was at least a little impressed by her skills. She smiled. “I would like to see that in action. Would you be opposed to a Trial By Hellfire?” She didn't hesitate to agree.

The tests had been grueling, but she reveled in them. Test after test, she won them all and by the end, Eddie had welcomed her without a word of opposition, and had unknowingly offered her the home she so desperately needed. He had silenced those that complained based on her gender, and she had soon earned their trust and admiration. She remembered being terrified to turn off Frequency, the walkie rig she had pilfered, for fear of losing them for good.

From that moment on she joined them for every Hellfire session, locking herself in the basement so as not to be disturbed by her mother or stepfather. She rose in rank to Leader of the Party. Then came staying up late, waiting for Eddie to get home, and hanging out with him. They would listen to music, chat about everything under the sun, or even just sit in comfortable silence. They could talk for hours and never seem to run out of topics of interest. There was never any pressure with him. No expectations. And that, she craved more than anything else. He regaled her with tales of Hawkins High, his constant chafing with the ‘balls in laundry baskets’ team, and his struggle to graduate. He had painted a picture of what she imagined a day in his life would be like. And she wanted more than anything to experience it for herself. They had found a mutual love of fantasy novels, particularly the Middle Earth saga, and had learned Sindarin together. In the months they had known one another, she had fallen deeply in love with him. She had meant to tell him how she felt the day all this started. But she hadn’t had the chance. And the way things were going now, she wasn’t sure she was ever going to.

The ground started to rumble again, and the group crouched low, searching in vain for stability. “Okay, second thing on my list of least favorite things: earthquakes. Seriously, I am unsteady enough as it is.” Robin complained. Nancy stood, leaning heavily on a tree before bounding forward. Robin called after her, but she didn’t respond. As the earth settled back down, the others joined her at the edge of a clearing where she had stopped. Nestled against the backside of the clearing was the Wheeler home, half covered in tangled vines. Lily shivered, but relaxed a little as Eddie stood close enough to brush her shoulder gently. “Come on.” Nancy breathed, stepping towards the house without hesitation. The others followed, but Lily could not shake a dark feeling that settled in her stomach.

***

In the Rightside Up, Dustin sat on the toilet seat, frantically calling for anyone to answer the walkie. But he was only getting static. “We have been collared by the law. I repeat, do you copy? Shit.” He muttered, flushing the toilet as if he had used it. He crept back out into the kitchen, where Lucas was leaning on the bar. “Anything?” Lucas asked hopefully. Dustin shook his head. “Nothing.” He replied bitterly. Lucas stopped. “You don’t think they went through…” His voice was strained. Dustin scoffed. “Through Watergate?” He asked, hoping he had heard his friend wrong. “Without us? Without a plan? Without…weapons?” He asked in rapid fire, ticking off the reasons why the others would have been crazy to pass through the gate. “They wouldn’t be that stupid.” He confirmed. Lucas nodded, acknowledging the truth in his words. “They must be lying low because the law caught us.” A shrill, female voice interrupted from the doorway. “The Law? What is this, Gunsmoke?” Erica’s voice was incredulous and she stood in the archway, hands on her hips. “The Stupid and the Ugly? Should I round up the Posse? Saddle the horses?” She asked sarcastically. Lucas sighed heavily in response. “Erica. Please, just…go away…” His voice sounded too tired to deal with her.

Erica ignored him. “Here’s the deal. Either you tell me what is happening, or I tell Dustin what I found under your bed.” Lucas’ eyes widened. Dustin’s eyebrows shot up as he glanced at his friend. He was almost too afraid to ask. “Please, no.” Lucas’ voice was very small, and she knew she had him. She was tired of being kept in the dark. But she wasn’t about to let him know that. “Spill your guts, cowpuncher.” She warned. “What did she find under your bed?” After his momentary wariness of the subject, Dustin was intrigued. “Nothing.” Lucas said a little too quickly. “Is it gross?” Dustin asked Erica. She nodded. “Scale of one to ten.” She didn’t even hesitate. “A hundred.” Dustin’s face twisted into a look of fascinated disgust. “A hundred?”

Lucas took a deep breath before launching into the explanation. “The serial killer is a dark wizard from the Upside Down. And we’ve been looking for him, but he is in the Upside Down, which we can’t reach. At least, we thought we couldn’t, until we found a gate at Lover’s Lake. That was the reason why we were there, but these stupid cops grabbed us. And if you tell anyone about this, that is including mom, dad, and Tina…” He ticked off each name with exasperation. “Especially Tina, I will smother you in your sleep.” He warned. “Do you understand?” He asked finally, his eyes locked on her face. “Hmmm…” She refused to meet his eyes, rolling them up and to the side. “Erica?” Lucas’ voice was darker, daring her to refuse him an answer. “Do. You. Cop-py?” She pulled away as he slid towards her on the island. “The smothering in my sleep part yes, but not much else. Why would they open up a gate at Lover’s Lake?” Dustin and Lucas shared a confused glance. “What? Who?” Lucas asked. “The commies.” Erica replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “The commies didn’t do this.” Lucas explained. “Then who did?” She challenged. “Nobody.” Lucas replied. “So it just opened up for fun?” She scoffed. “Erica, you have no idea what you are talking about.” He groaned. “No, she doesn’t, yet she raises an essential question. How did Watergate open up?” Dustin asked. The Sinclairs stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Only two gates have opened, so far as we know. One by El, one by the commies. But it’s not the commies or El this time, so it…” He froze, understanding dawning on his face. “Holy shit….Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait…” He turned as he trailed off, thinking. “Wait, wait, wait, what?” Lucas asked, confusion wrinkling his brow. “There’s one thing we’ve never understood. Which is why Vecna is killing people. What’s his motive? Killing teens? It always just seemed too random. Too prosaic. On top of that, how does the Mind Flayer figure into all this? Maybe this is IT. This is the answer.” Lucas interrupted him. “What is the answer?” He asked with an edge to his voice. “ Mrs. Wheeler turned the corner just as Dustin was about to answer. As she offered Officer Callahan a soda, Dustin gestured for the others to follow him into the hallway. “Okay, just hear me out. How did El open the Mothergate?” He asked. “She contacted the Demogorgon.” Lucas answered, finally starting to piece it together. “With psychic contact. Just like…” Lucas’ eyes widened. “Vecna when he casts his spells.” Dustin nodded. “Exactly. So what if, with each kill, he is not simply killing them. He’s making a powerful psychic connection with his victims? A connection powerful enough to rip a hole in the fabric of time and space?” Dustin half whispered the last, as if saying it any louder would somehow make the situation more dire.

“He’s opening more gates.” Lucas’ finished for him. “Bingo.” Dustin replied. The grandfather clock in the hall chimed, making them all jump. One of the other officers passed by the hallway. “Copy. We’re still at the Wheeler’s house.” He said as he passed.

“Why would he be opening gates?” Dustin asked as he steered the Sinclairs into the dining room. “To take over the world.” Lucas answered. “Who do we know that wants to take over the world?” Dustin followed. “The Mind Flayer.” Dustin pulled them to a stop, leaning in close. “So if the Demogorgon was just his foot soldier, Vecna’s his five-star general. A five-star general with the power to open gates.” Dustin’s words barely had time to ring into silence before he and Lucas voiced their opinions in unison. “Holy Shit.” Erica’s face was still wrinkled in confusion. “Holy shit, that was incomprehensible. You lost me at Mothergate. Please be kind, rewind.” She said with annoyance.

Dustin launched into an explanation, and so engrossed in the details of it, no one noticed the flickering of the light on the porch.

***

Nancy opened the door carefully, lest there be some kind of nasty on the other side of it. The home they entered was not the warm, inviting space that Lily remembered from the Rightside Up. “Might be time to get a maid, Wheeler.” Robin teased in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Come on, I don’t want to stay here any longer than we have to.” Nancy replied, clearly not amused by the joke. Lily didn’t blame her, this place was giving her the creeps. Nancy bounded up the stairs with the others in tow. Steve paused on the steps, his attention drawn as if he heard something.

Nancy immediately went to her closet, selecting a shoe box from the few she had stashed on the top shelf. As she opened it, disappointment seemed to ripple through the group. “Those aren’t guns.” Eddie said, pointing out the obvious. “These heels are a bit pointy, but I was hoping for something along the lines of a deadly projectile.” Robin added. “I…I don’t understand.” Nancy whispered, her brow wrinkled to express her confusion. “Maybe you left them somewhere else?” Eddie offered, hopeful. Nancy shook her head. “There is a six-year-old in the house. I know where I keep my guns.” She insisted. “And also, I threw these away years ago.” She said, almost to herself. Her gaze fell on a stack of papers, some homemade notecards at the top. She picked them up, rapidly leafing through them. “I get that grades are important, but perhaps studying can wait until we get out of here?” Robin was having a hard time disguising her nerves with wit and jokes. “These are from sophomore chemistry.” Nancy said, ignoring her jab. She glanced up. “And this, this wallpaper…this is old wallpaper…” Lily didn’t like where this was going. Dread unfurled in her belly like a deadly flower.

Nancy flitted around the room, growing more and more agitated by the minute. “This mirror, this went to a yard sale. And you…” She approached an old, mangy looking teddy bear. “You’re not supposed to be here. No, I gave you to cousin Joanna two years ago…” The dread in Lily’s belly grew, her nerves tightening like bow strings. Her heart hammered, making her shoulder throb even harder. Were they trapped in the past? Three years ago, she… Her heartbeat faltered. Three years ago her entire life was blown apart by selfishness and a drunk driver. Three years ago, she stood alone in the cemetery away from the others as her beloved father was lowered into the ground. Three years ago…

The rain was pouring, thundering down in sheets that whitewashed everything around her. He was late, so very late. She had left her mother pacing in the dining room, dinner growing cold on the table. He was never this late. Lily called for him, following the route he took to walk to the studio. It was only four miles to the studio from their house. There were only so many places he could be. Exactly nine blocks from the studio, she stopped. There was a lump in the middle of the road, a car crumpled where it had smashed into a building. Her heart froze. Time froze. Even at that distance she recognized him. It was impossible to mistake that shiny mop of curly hair. A scream tore itself from her throat, its echo dulled by the torrential rain. Distantly, she could hear sirens wailing, but the meaning of the sound was lost to her. She staggered forward, ignoring the inching traffic, ignoring the panicked calls of the onlookers. She collapsed beside him, reaching out to assure herself that this wasn't some sick cosmic joke, or an elaborate prank. Her father had always been a practical joker. But no. Her hand rested on his shoulder, and she pushed him gently, rolling him onto his back. Hazel eyes so like her own stared sightlessly into the sky, the raindrops making them look like a pair of glass marbles.

A sob escaped her as she knelt there, rain rapidly turning crimson around his body, soaking into her jeans. Her long hair plastered itself to her skin, which was chilled to the bone. She didn't care. She'd gladly freeze to death if it meant turning back the clock and having just another moment. Another conversation, another chance to say she loved him. "Daddy?..." She whispered, hoping he would blink or move…something…

But he never did. The cops had to pick her up, nearly had to handcuff her as she fought them in her grief. Her cries of anguish wouldn’t stop for days after that. Law enforcement said it was a drunk driver that had swerved and hit him, flinging him out into the street. She remembered seeing the driver on TV, being escorted by law enforcement to a holding cell. He would later be charged with vehicular manslaughter and sentenced to five years in prison. But her father was gone. Snuffed out like a candle by a sudden gust of wind. And it was all her fault.

Lily came to as Eddie was shaking her shoulder. She didn’t have the time to hide her discomfort and he dropped his hand immediately. His eyes were full of concern, and for a moment, she was afraid Vecna had somehow found them. Nancy, and Robin looked stricken, and sympathy shown in the deep blue of Nancy's eyes. Lily found she couldn't hold her gaze for long. Eddie touched her cheek, his fingers damp with silver droplets as he pulled them away. "What did you see?" He asked quietly. A fresh wave of grief hit her and it was a long moment before she could speak. "My dad…" was all she managed before he crushed her to his chest, stroking her hair and running his knuckles down her spine as the emotions gripped her like a vice. How he knew exactly what she needed, she would never know, but somehow, he did.

Eddie held her close, forcing his own emotions into a box at the back of his mind. Her eyes had cut him to his very soul. Gone was the amber fire that was so familiar to him, and in its place were broken orbs of emerald glass. She had told him once that her eyes changed color with her emotions. Hazel when she was happy, emerald when she was sad, and amber when she was angry. What he saw in her gaze was more than sadness, it was devastation. She truly believed that it was her fault that her father had been struck and killed by a drunk driver. As much as his heart broke for her, he knew that no amount of him telling her it wasn’t true would make her believe it. So he held her closer, telling her with his touch that he was there for her. That she didn’t always have to be strong. That she could lean on him when she needed to.

It was only a moment or two before she began to breathe a little easier and leaned against him more in the comfort of being in his arms rather than an actual need to be comforted. She listened to his heart beat against her ear and that went a long way to calm her. "I'm sorry…" She sniffed. "I haven't grieved for him in a long time. His death was all my fault. If I hadn't been so selfish and left the studio early…" Eddie cut her off. "Then you might have died too." There was a pained edge to his voice, and although he had never spoken those words out loud, it was clear it was not the first time he had thought them. Something deep sparked in the air between them, and she had to glance away. She swiped impatiently at her face. They had bigger problems than some three-year-old grief. She could fall apart when this was all over.

“I think the reason why my guns aren’t here is because…they don’t exist yet…” Nancy said quietly, bring the conversation back to the now. “They don’t…exist?” Eddie asked slowly, his tone suggesting that he was hoping that she was mistaken. Nancy nodded, holding up a tattered journal. “This diary should be full of entries. It’s not. The last entry is November 6, 1983. The day Will went missing.” Lily could not pretend to know what she was talking about, but the statement obviously meant something to Robin. “The day the gate opened.” Nancy clarified. A cry from downstairs caught the group’s attention.

“Dustin! Dustin!” Steve called, spinning around the living room like a lunatic. “Dustin, can you hear me?! Dustin! Hello?” They raced downstairs, watching him in stunned confusion. “Maybe he really does have rabies.” Robin said with a shiver. “Steve, what are you doing?” Nancy asked. Steve whirled to face them. “He’s here. Henderson. That little shit…he’s here. He’s like…he’s in the walls or something.” He paused, as if realizing how insane that sounded. “Just listen…” He insisted. He turned around, once again calling for the boy.

Nancy and the others strained their ears, and sure enough, they could hear Dustin’s slight lisp. It sounded distorted and far away, as if he were trying to speak through a tin can. “Dustin!” Nancy called, cupping her hands around her mouth to amplify the sound. The others sounded off in rapid succession, calling to the boy. “All right, either this kid can’t hear us or he is being a total douchebag.” Steve complained. Nancy paused for a moment. “Will found a way…” She said, almost offhandedly. “What?” Steve turned to face her, confusion clear on his face. “Will. He found a way to speak to Joyce through the lights!” Steve’s heart began to thud in his chest. “The lights!” He repeated, and Nancy began flipping the switches on the wall. At first, nothing happened. “It’s not working.” She said in frustration, flipping them even more frantically. “Guys….are you seeing this?” Steve asked as his eyes trained on the chandelier that would have been over the kitchen table. It glowed faintly, flickering every so often as if it struggled to remain on.

They approached it carefully, watching as the light bounced off millions of tiny particles, like dust, that swirled around each shaded globe. Nancy reached up, swirling her fingers in the particles, which glowed brighter in reaction to her touch. “Whoa…” Eddie whispered, reaching up himself, the light glowing even brighter. Lily was hesitant, but followed suit. “It…tickles…” Steve mumbled, as if he struggled to find a word that described the sensation. It was warm, almost a tingly feeling as if their fingers had gone to sleep. “It kinda feels good.” Robin commented. “Yeah, it does.” Lily agreed, and Eddie cast her a small smile. “Does anyone know morse code?” Nancy asked. The others shook their heads. “Wait, does S.O.S count? Is that…is that good?” Eddie asked slowly. Nancy nodded.

Eddie flicked his fingers through the particles in the morse beat for SOS, and Lily couldn’t help but shiver. She couldn’t wait to be out of this place and back into reality. And possibly some clothes. She hoped Dustin was getting the message and that they would all be able to go home soon.

Dustin watched as the chandelier flashed, a slight humming static punctuating each one. “S….O….S….” He breathed. “Hey uh, remember when I said they wouldn’t be stupid enough to go through Watergate?” He asked. Lucas hesitated a second before answering. “Yeah…” He drew the word out a little, praying that he was wrong. “I overestimated them.” Dustin said gravely.

He tore into the living room, unplugging Holly’s Lite Bright and grabbing it as she protested. Lucas grabbed the two tubs of pins and Erica offered her a bag of skittles. “For your understanding!” She threw over her shoulder as they bounded up the stairs. He plugged it in, filling the space with pins. “Okay, you guys seeing this?” He called into the void. Nancy watched as the space hummed with particles, glowing to life faintly. She reached into them, causing the Lite Bright to glow brighter. “HOLY SHIT!!” Erica exclaimed. Lily couldn’t help but smile. Maybe they were finally onto something. “Alright, we’re not moving it, but we are going to unplug it! Stand by!” The light vanished a moment later. Nancy tested it again, and the particles still lit up for her. “Try it now!” Dustin advised. Nancy drew the word “HI” in the particles. “Hi! That worked!!” Dustin’s voice was giddy. There was a collective exclamation of relief and joy. “Yes! Yes! HI!” Eddie would have jumped around if he weren’t on his knees. “Okay, um…” Nancy spelled out “Stuck”, and the others nodded, Robin’s hands clasped as if in prayer. “Uh, you can’t get back through Watergate?” Dustin asked. “Watergate?” Lily asked. “What the hell is Watergate?” Steve added. There’s an echo in here… Lily thought sarcastically. “Cause it's in water and it's a gate?” Robin offered. “Oh.” Steve said, at the same time as Eddie’s “That’s cute.” Nancy sputtered a little. “Um, no it's…” She spelled out ‘Guarded.’. “Okay, Watergate is guarded. We think we have a theory that can help with that.” Dustin replied. “Genius child.” Robin breathed. “We think Watergate isn’t the only gate.” Dustin explained. “That there is a gate at every murder site.” He went on. “Does anybody understand what he’s talking about?” Nancy asked, confusion wrinkling her brow. “No idea.” They answered in unison. Nancy drew a question mark in the dust. “Okay, seriously? How many times do I have to be right on the money before you just trust me?!” Dustin asked in frustration.

“Jesus Christ, this kid’s gotta get his ego in check.” Steve scoffed. “It’s his tone, right?” Eddie agreed. “I know.” Steve added, his lip curling as he shook his head. “Eddie, how far is your trailer?” Nancy asked, glancing at him. He seemed to calculate it in his head before answering. “About seven miles.” Nancy nodded. “Nance, uh, I know your house here is, like, weirdly, creepily frozen in time and shit, but haven’t you always had bikes?” Robin asked. Nancy paused for a moment before nodding again. Back in the Rightside Up, Max was coming out of the room the police had been interrogating her in. It has been a little over an hour and she was beginning to get another migraine. She put her headphones back in, Kate Bush blasting in her ears. She glanced around, spying Dustin on the bottom stair, gesturing for her to follow him. After only a moment’s hesitation, she did. “We have to get to Eddie’s trailer.” Dustin explained as they came into Nancy’s bedroom. “And how do you propose we do that?” Erica asked sarcastically, gesturing to under their feet where the cops and their parents were talking. “Same way Steve used to sneak up here.” Dustin replied, edging over to the window. He yanked it open and leaned out. “It isn’t too far, and there is a gable here.” He said, swinging his leg over. The others didn’t need to be told twice as they followed suit. They had just reached the garage and pulled the bikes out when they could hear Officer Callahan yelling at them from the window. Erica punctured a hole in the cruiser’s tire, mumbling about it only being a misdemeanor, as if that was even remotely on this list of problems at the moment. Callahan continued to yell at them to return to the house. They ignored him, pedaling into the night as if their lives depended on it.

#eddie munson fanfic

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