#the next film is supposed to be more horror focused
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Can you imagine the puppet scene in FNAF 2…
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#fnaf puppet#the puppet#the marionette#mike schmidt#garrett schmidt#charlie emily#fnaf 2#fnaf movie#fnaf fanart#five nights at freddy's#guys I will simply lose my mind if this happens in the next film#LIKE IDK IF I’m prepared to see Mike see his brother again#ESPECIALLY if they do end up being the puppet#not only is it unsettling it’s so sad 😭#LIKE maybe Abby finally gets to meet her brother too but god#the next film is supposed to be more horror focused#so I just know this scene will be so chilling ..
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𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚
❝nothing in the world belongs to me, but my love, mine, all mine.❞
♡ gojo satoru ♡
a/n: gojo nation, how we doing after chapter 236? 🤧
reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated <3
content: gojo satoru x fem!reader, chapter 236 SPOILERS!!, fluff, angst, hurt with comfort, not edited.
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"ugh.." you groaned in pain, as you put your weight on your arms to help you lift yourself up. your vision was slightly blurry, your fuzzy brain trying to piece things together and figure out just where the hell you were at.
it looked like an abandoned building, the lights were dimmed and slightly flickering. jesus, it was like something straight out of a horror film. the smell of the air was dusty like piles of rubble along with a stomach churning putrid scent.
your legs were wobbly, holding onto the wall for support as you stood up. cautious eyes scanned the area for any signs of potential danger, your heart beating aggressively against your chest wall as fear washed over you.
what is this place?
why are you here?
you found signs and arrows which pointed to an exit. so, you decided to follow them and sweet relief hit you when you felt a gust of wind hit your skin, you were outside. suddenly, a loud roaring sound followed by the crashing sound of rubble nearly deafening you shook your heart. you paused your steps, trying to breathe from the shock.
what the fuck was that?
as you walked further forward, you noticed a group of people standing and sitting in a gathered area, observing something. were these people not scared or worried? is this place even... normal?
"um... excuse me?" you meekly called out, not drawing much attention as only the lady in the white coat turned her head towards you. she had a lit cigarette in between her lips, eye bags dark and heavy.
"huh? and who may you be?" the brunette asked you, eyes scanning you top to bottom, making you grow slightly nervous.
"i don't know how i ended up here, but, i think i might be lost." you truthfully admitted, watching her eyes narrow as she stared into your soul.
"you must be one of the civilians that got sucked into the culling game then. have a seat here, it'd be dangerous for you to wander by yourself." she sighed, pointing to the empty chair next to her. you hesitantly nodded your head, thanking her before sitting down.
"your name?" the lady asked, not bothering to look at you.
"y/n. and you?" you fiddled with your fingers, your nerves nearly setting you off the edge.
"shoko." she dryly responded, making you nod your head.
you were about to ask her something, only for your thoughts to be interrupted my more thunderously loud noises, crashing and crumbling, followed by bright lights of all colors like blue, red and purple.
"what the fuck is going on here?" you mumbled under your breath, palms getting sweaty.
"a match between the king of curses and the strongest sorcerer." shoko answered your mindless words, catching you off guard.
your eyes were focused on the cloud of dust, making out two figures. after a few seconds, the air cleared up. one of the figures was a man who had black hair spiked up, strange tattoos decorating his face and arms. your eyes widened when you saw the second person.
the familiar snowy locks of hair peaking through the brown dust, gorgeous cerulean eyes that glowed, and the towering height.
your heart sank into your stomach.
what was he doing here? why... why was your boyfriend here?
shoko observed you and your reactions, confusion bubbling inside her.
"do you know them?" she suddenly asked, making you look at her.
"uh, no. sorry, am i supposed to?" you lied, making her shake her head.
"didn't expect you to. the guy with the tattoos is the king of curses and the guy with the white hair is the strongest sorcerer in the world." shoko enlightened you with her words, making you nod.
"i see. what's the sorcerer's name?" you asked, praying to god that it wasn't the name of your boyfriend, that perhaps it was his doppelganger or something.
"that's gojo satoru." she replied, your breath hitching at the familiar name. oh, how sweetly it rolled off your tongue every single time that you called out to him.
satoru.
that's right, he was your gojo satoru.
you quietly watched from the sidelines as the match continued, occasionally hearing the low tone chatter and side comments from the people near you. both opponents were strong as hell, you watched gojo confidently smirk and throw in some witty insults towards the king of curses, sukuna.
it was almost as if this was a mere game for the two.
suddenly, you watched sukuna open his domain before launching a serious of violent attacks on gojo, slicing him with no mercy. you gasped, standing up from your seat as you tried to run into the ring like it was the first instinct that you knew of.
but, you felt a hand tightly grip your wrist. you looked back with furrowed eyebrows.
"he'll be okay." shoko assured, making you scoff.
"okay? are you blind, shoko? he's literally sliced up everywhere and bleeding. he'll die!" you yelled in her face, your voice trembling with fear; making the other's turn their heads to view the commotion.
"gojo can use something called rct to heal himself, so, he won't die. trust me, he's survived worse than this before." she explained, sensing your panic as she patted the back of your thigh before ushering you to sit back down.
you glanced back at the fighting scene, gojo on the ground bleeding nonstop. suddenly, he turned his head to face the crowd watching him, locking eyes with you. the sudden eye contact made your heart stop, watching his own ones widen.
did he recognize you?
is this also just as confusing to him as it is to you?
gojo sent a soft smile towards you, making your heart leap and you could swear that you would've run into his arms by now if shoko didn't have you on a leash.
it seemed like you were stuck in a place where time didn't exist. the match felt like never ending and you just wanted to swoop in and steal gojo from the scene, running away together to somewhere much safer.
a place where your boyfriend wasn't getting violently beaten and slashed.
"gojo-sensei has won! he won!" a boy with pink haired screamed excitedly, jumping up and down as he high-fived the surrounding people who showered your boyfriend with praises.
you clapped along with them, a huge smile tugging on your lips as you wondered how your approach with him would go. would he embrace you? let you kiss his scars?
your thoughts were interrupted by a sudden deafening silence, followed by worried gasps. you turned your attention to where they were so invested, to which you wish you didn't.
"no... no... NO!" you let out a bloodcurdling scream, the sight in front of you was enough to make you want to puke your organs out. without any hesitation, you pushed past the people who were blocking your way, hearing their cries of protest but you were too hurt to care about your safety anymore.
"satoru!" you cried out his name, your vision was blurry with your tears as you ran to him. the love of your life... the man who swore to love you until his last breath, the man who stayed up late at night watching you finish your work, the man who'd cook you meals to make sure you weren't skipping them, the man who'd spoil you rotten.... the man who looked at you like you hung the moon and stars for him was now on the ground; sliced in half.
you kneeled in front him, watching how blood poured out of his mouth as his tears streamed down his face. with a weak turn of his head, he looked at you while you stroke his cheek.
"y...ou..?" gojo breathed out, making you sob harder as you nodded your head.
"it's me, satoru. oh god, why did you do this, satoru? i-i don't know what to do. please.. don't leave me. please, baby, i love you so much." you cried helplessly, grabbing his hand before pressing kisses on his knuckles.
he watched you with that same lovesick expression before giving you a gentle smile.
"..y../n.." your eyes widened as his final words was your name, watching his eyes roll back before his breathing came to a stop.
"satoru? s-satoru?!" you desperately called out, even though you knew that it was no use. a menacingly deep laughter came from besides you, making you look up as you glared at the man who murdered your other half.
"i never knew that blue-eyed freak had a woman. how pitiful." the tattooed curse snickered. you got up to your feet, grabbing him by the collar.
"kill me. i don't want to stay here for a second longer and see your evil face. so, kill me!" you screamed, making him scoff before shoving you to the ground besides the lifeless gojo; a wince escaping your lips.
"foolish little girls like you are the reason why humanity will never progress further. what a shame." sukuna cackled, watching you with amused eyes.
"please... satoru. don't leave me!
"wake up! please, i love you, wake up! satoru!"
"satoru!"
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"satoru!" you shot up from your bed, breathing heavy as bullets of cold sweat ran down your temple. your mouth was dry, trying to process what the fuck you just dreamed of. you quickly patted the side of the bed in search of the other body who's supposed to fill it, only to find a cold empty space in return.
you felt panic rise inside of you, scrambling to get out of your bed as your knees felt like jelly. you harshly opened your bedroom door, running down the hall as you screamed your boyfriend's name.
"satoru? satoru!" it sounded more like a series of desperate cries and you got nothing but silence in return. you collapsed on the carpeted floor in the middle of the living room, loudly sobbing into your palms.
maybe... maybe that dream was real and gojo was truly sucked into that alternate reality. god, why did you escape?
"baby?" you suddenly heard the soft familiar voice you were aching to hear call out for you, a gentle hand on your back. you look up from your wet palms, your fuzzy vision making out the figure of your boyfriend as his snowy peaks of hair and beautiful cerulean eyes shone through the darkness.
"satoru?" you breathed out, hiccuping in between your cries. without wasting another second, you launched yourself forward into his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck; hugging him as tightly as you could.
"i'm right here, baby. i just went to the bathroom. it's okay, you're okay, sweet girl." gojo whispered in a comforting manner, rubbing your back as you cried into the crook of his neck.
"i-i... oh my g-god.. jesus, y-you—" you tried to formulate proper sentences to explain everything to him, but the words kept getting stuck in your throat.
"shh... it's okay, baby. just breathe in and breathe out... yeah just like that, good girl." he praised as you followed his words, kissing the side of your head as he helped you calm down.
the room was silent, your gentle cries were the only thing that could be heard followed by the sweet reassuring words of gojo. about ten minutes has passed, you were still clung onto gojo as if he would run away if you were to let go. so, gojo decided to take you to your shared bedroom since it was getting late.
with you still in his arms, he got up carefully and held on to you tight; so that you don't fall. gojo walked inside the dark bedroom, turning on the dimly lit lamp before sitting down, with you still straddling him.
you pulled away to look at him, seeing the worried expression lingering on his face as he examined your state. you looked utterly traumatized, eyes puffy from crying and face pale.
"talk to me, honey." gojo gently encouraged, holding your hand as he rubbed small circles on the back of your palms. you took in a moment to savor the sweet relief of your boyfriend in front of you, in one piece; safe and sound. no painful scars sliced onto his skin, his hair was neat and his eyes were full of life. you placed one of your hands on his chest, feeling the soft beat of his heart.
tears pricked the corner of your eyes, looking down as your tears fell onto his shirt. just by your reaction, gojo had an idea of what this might be.
"bad dream?" he guessed, and without a word, you nodded. a heavy sigh left his lips, before bringing a strong arm to your back as he pulled you towards him, so that you could lay down on his chest.
"my poor sweet girl. we're okay, baby, nothing's gonna hurt you or me. you know i hate to see you cry, y/n." gojo rubbed your back, pressing soft kisses on the top of your head.
"it was awful, i wouldn't even wish that kind of nightmare on my worst enemy. god, i hated every second of it to the point i wished death on myself." your body shook as you reminisced the event. gojo quickly wrapped his arms around you, intrigued to hear more about what you saw that shook you up like this.
"it was in this strange world where sorcery existed and curses. you were the world's strongest sorcerer who was fighting against the king of curses, sukuna. it was an intense match, you both were strong as hell. but, in the end..." you harshly swallowed, not finding it within you to say it.
"i died." gojo completed the sentence for you, confirming it from your silence. suddenly, you felt the heavy vibration of his chest as he chuckled. you lifted your head up, glaring at him through your glossy eyes.
"stop laughing, satoru! this isn't funny, you were literally sliced in half!" you scolded him, slapping his bicep, but your words and actions made him laugh even harder.
"sliced in two? what am i, a watermelon? oh my, what an impeccable way to go." he continued to joke around, making you scoff as you ripped yourself away from his hold.
"asshole." you grumbled, rolling away from him to your spot on the bed. gojo's lips curled into a smile, immediately following after you as he scooped your body to scoot you close to him.
"sorry, baby. i just wanted to lighten the atmosphere up a bit." gojo honestly admitted, kissing your shoulder. you sighed, turning your head towards him.
"i was so scared, satoru. i felt like i was gonna die, i swear. it felt so real, so fucking real. i could still smell it and feel your blood against my palms." you shook your head at the though of experiencing that ever again, breath hitching in fear.
"it was just a nightmare, baby. it's not real and it'll never become real either. i'm here right in front of you, breathing and alive, in one piece. we're safe, y/n, nothing's gonna happen, okay?" he stroked your cheeks, wiping your tears away before leaning down to plant a kiss on your forehead.
you snuggled against his chest, breathing in his scent which smelled like home.
"i love you so much, satoru." your voice was muffled, but clear enough for him to hear.
"i love you more, my sweet girl." gojo replied, fingers raking through your hair while his other hand rubbed your back.
"i don't know what sin i committed to see something as horrific as that." you pulled away from his chest, shuddering.
"it's probably 'cause of all those sci-fi horror movies you watch." he giggled, making you hum in response.
"maybe." you shrugged with a sigh, tightening your arms around him tighter as you wanted your space, body and mind to be engulfed by gojo and only him.
"y/n?" gojo suddenly called out your name.
"hm?" you hummed in response, looking up at him with anticipating eyes.
"we'll find each other no matter what universe or lifetime we enter. that i can promise you, baby. so, listen carefully to me, okay? the universe could strip me of everything; my brain, my heart, my breath, my life... but there's one thing it could never take away from me." he spoke with tenderness, looking down at you with affectionate eyes that twinkled with nothing but love and adoration for you; the woman who made his heart feel alive with life.
"no one could ever take away the love i have for you. my love for you is only mine and it will always be all mine." gojo said, making your eyes soften as you looked up at him with a smile.
"i hope that in every universe and lifetime that i exist in, you're just a regular person. maybe a barista or bookstore keeper... just not someone who's strong and powerful." you commented, making him laugh.
"wouldn't you want a strong and powerful boyfriend to protect you?" he questioned, making you shake your head.
"not when he has the risk of being sliced in half, absolutely not!" you quickly disapproved, making him chuckle.
"whatever you'd like, baby." gojo smiled, leaning his head down to find your lips. his kisses were like oxygen, it felt like you could finally breathe again. the sweetness of his soft lips combined with the warmth of his body transferring to yours made your heart swell with love.
you cupped his face, kissing him with more need as his hand rubbed your back. gojo knew that you needed this and he could honestly do this all night. eventually, you both pulled away for air.
"i love you so much, satoru." you breathed out, placing a small kiss on his chin, a boyish grin etching on his lips.
"i love you more, my sweet girl." he began to pepper your face with kisses, making you giggle.
the sound of your laughter was like music to gojo's ears and your smile was like a piece of art that he'd see in those big fancy museums. god, you're so beautiful that it made his heart ache.
gojo stared into your eyes, finding nothing but warmth and love for him. a smile painted his lips, happy that he found you in this lifetime. you both were truly destined for each other and gojo satoru died as a happy man on that cursed day when he met your eyes, to which he was reborn to find you and hold you in his arms like this.
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more sussex pr b.s.
Via Michelle Ruiz at Vogue.
As royal gossip swirls and Kate-related conspiracy theories bubble to fever pitch, as an inept Palace comms team scrambles to explain away a Photoshop fail and my text chains spiral into concerned chaos over Kate’s health and that of her marriage, a thought is crystallizing amid the noise: they should have never let Harry and Meghan go.
Harry and Meghan were never "let go." They choose to leave, because they didn't get their way of being "half in/out"--which you fundamentally cannot do as a taxpayer funder royal. You cannot take taxpayer money (and perks that come with it, like security) and use your royal status to also gain lucrative commercial deals. It's political corruption.
And referring to the Waleses' marriage is nasty gossip. I bet Michelle doesn't do that to the Sussexes.
The current imbroglio is exposing that the royal family isn’t half as savvy or strategic as people are led to believe, nor as singularly focused on preserving the Crown. If they were, they would have tried to keep Prince Harry and Meghan within the Firm at all costs—not only because they were stars, and she, in particular, could appeal to Commonwealth countries in a way the rest of the family never will—but also because the Firm has left itself weak and short-staffed.
"at all costs"?? You mean to let the Sussex continue to violate their personal boundaries and abuse them. For the rest of the family to laydown and take it...because?? Meghan press abuse was bad, so she can take it out on others? That's abuse. And they were never the stars or had the appeal supporters try to claim they were. And no, Meghan, as an American, doesn't really have any appeal to commonwealth countries. STOP TRYING TO MAKE IT HAPPEN.
King Charles has long advocated for a “slimmed-down” monarchy, according to reports. For the first time, I’m struck by the absurdity of this proposal: to push for the elevation of an even more elite cluster within arguably the most elite group of WASPs alive! Pretty savage, too: In the King’s case, it ostensibly meant symbolically demoting his own son, Prince Harry, to the back corner of the Buckingham Palace balcony during the Firm’s annual Trooping the Colour moment, as Prince William’s children moved him even further down the line of succession.
Oh no, poor Harry, his brother had kids, the horror!
During rosier times, though, the King’s vision was one of efficiency, an effort to scale back the number of distant relatives living for life in taxpayer-funded “apartments.” Image-wise, a streamlined monarchy also trains subjects’ focus on King Charles, and his direct heir Prince William, and his next-in-line George—a reminder, however unsubtle, that these people don’t intend to go anywhere, no matter how anachronistic they’re starting to feel in modern society.
This should still be the plan bc it is efficient and money-saving. And if Meghan and Harry had held their horses for a few years, then they would be a part of it--as was Charles's plans. It was supposed to be him and his sons and their wives over his three siblings and cousins. But...the Sussexes did not have any foresight, so here we are.
Be careful what you wish for: in light of recent events, the King’s slimmed-down monarchy is wasting away to nothing. If the royals are silent film stars, as British playwright Bonnie Greer once noted, their cast has been dramatically diminished after the deaths of Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Philip, the defection of Prince Harry and Meghan to Montecito, plus the disgracing of Prince Andrew. With King Charles battling an unnamed cancer, Queen Camilla taking a break after holding it down in her husband’s stead, and Princess Kate (at least officially) recovering from unnamed abdominal surgery, only Prince William is wading back to work after an initial hiatus around Kate’s operation. The monarchy is so slender, it’s two illnesses away from being a one-man show.
KATE IS RECOVERING FROM SURGERY. This is a fact. Stop nastily insinuating otherwise; your misogyny is showing.
Oh, and if you actually want to get you facts straight and call out something that is actually not good optics: Camilla was on a beach vacation, not with Charles. That's not a great look.
Whoever might have been helpful in this situation? Which two people—and their two cute children—could be shearing sheep and christening ships as we speak, providing a picturesque, PDA-filled distraction from the disaster-upon-disaster spilling forth from the Palace? The void left by Prince Harry and Meghan has never been more glaring. Neither has the Firm’s lack of foresight. Standing up for Meghan against a torrent of racist and sexist abuse—making it tenable for the Sussexes to stay part of this operation—was not only the decent thing to do, but the most prudent for the monarchy. Even if they didn’t care for Meghan (or Prince Harry), they should have been strategic enough to recognize that the Sussexes were an overall positive and diversifying force for the institution. They should have known that they couldn’t afford to lose two of their youngest, supplest stars, a couple with a global fanbase and tons of runway for the future.
The Sussexes didn't want to do bread-and-butter engagements like Anne and the Edinburghs. They wanted celebrity, and they brought the disaster. That's why we're here now. The Sussexes did not have the foresight, again--not the firm. And much of Meghan's "abuse" was fair criticism based on her actions and choices of abusing her position and power and not taking responsibility for it. And after this week, sorry--I never want to hear she had it "worse" again.
And the Sussexes are negative whiners; Harry's a prick and Meghan is an utter brat. Not dynamic. And Meghan is the older of the former , short-lived "fab four." Their ratings are in the trash too, so no, they hardly have a global fanbase.
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So sick of people like Michelle Ruiz--who otherwise had a solid career with good work--doing shit like this under the premise of good faith. It's not. This is mostly unfactual editorializing, with a good drop of misogyny thrown in.
Do better.
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rite of passage
Esme decides that Jasper is ready for the next stage of his desensitization: grocery shopping. An excerpt from this 1957 one-shot, Esme POV.
I gave a little jump of surprise when the long peace of my morning, spent humming over my new watercolors as I experimented with their concentration, was suddenly interrupted by a blood-curdling scream and a bestial roar. I raced down the hall to the stairs, fearing the worst, but after a few steps I laughed at myself when I realized the sounds were recorded. Jasper must be working on the latest project Carlisle had assigned him in his ongoing war against his thirst: watching horror movies.
Sure enough, I found him in his and Alice's study with the window shades drawn closed and our new film projector spinning its wheels. On the blank wall opposite where Jasper sat parked on his little blue couch, the massacre was quickly unfolding. The townspeople hadn't a chance against the...
"Zombies?" I guessed aloud.
"Right," Jasper said, setting aside the textbook that had been balanced on his lap. "I'm sorry, Esme, am I disturbing you? You didn't feel like you were painting..." He moved to get up, but I held up my hand.
"You're right, I wasn't. May I join you?"
He collected the rest of his things off the other half of the couch: the textbook, his notebook and pen and papers, and something Alice-sized in blue satin.
"It's not exactly the highest quality cinema," he said.
"You aren't kidding," I said after a few minutes of low-budget horror. "Where did Carlisle find this one? A trash bin?"
He smiled a little, turning a page in his textbook and jotting something down. "Possibly."
I forced myself to watch the slaughter for a few more minutes. In the next scene, the camera focused on a zombie would couldn't decide if he wanted to kiss or eat the screaming woman in his arms. He went for the meal in the end; I was quite disappointed.
"She's a zombie later on," Jasper assured me, "and they live happily ever... well, you know what I mean."
"How many times have you seen this one?"
"Three times. Carlisle says I'm supposed to keep watching each one until I can get through the whole thing without venom flow."
"Oh. And how are you doing... with that?"
Another scream sounded. The camera lens—and therefore a good portion of the wall we were watching the film on—was splashed with fake blood as a particularly clumsy zombie slashed his way through another screaming heroine. Jasper's eyes flicked back down to the book in his hands. He swallowed convulsively and his eyes darkened a shade while I watched.
"They're usually not colorized like this," he said, sounding apologetic.
"Oh, for heaven's sake."
Carlisle and his projects! I jumped up and crossed the room in a flash to stop the film projector from doing its projecting. "That's enough torture for one morning," I told him firmly. "At least that kind of torture. Why don't you join me on my errands today?"
Jasper hesitated, then smiled sheepishly and agreed to it. I had him carry boxful after boxful of canned and packaged foods out to the car: dry goods I'd slowly been accumulating over the past few months each time I went out to be seen shopping at the supermarket. It was time for another drop-off to the food bank.
"Want to drive?" I offered, holding out the keys. "You'll be the one doing the errands today. I'm just here to supervise."
"You're going to make me play human?" he guessed. He took the keys and slid into the front seat.
"It's good for you. Carlisle's projects won't do you any good if you keep hiding at home all the time."
"I know that," he said, and I decided that was enough pushing.
"So," I said once we were rolling down the driveway at ten miles an hour. Jasper was new enough to driving that he was overly cautious, not quite trusting the car to hold itself together at decent speeds. "What do I feel like when I'm painting?"
Jasper carefully pulled out onto the highway and adjusted the mirrors for his height. "It feels... well, I think the best way to describe it is that it feels like you're telling a story, just without talking. It has all the rises and falls and bumps in the road like I would feel if you were describing a fairy tale." He glanced at me. "Although this week it's felt more like a thriller. Or a mystery."
"Speed up," I suggested. "You always want to keep up with the other cars. Hmm. My paintings have had a mind of their own lately. Maybe they're trying to tell me something."
"Something you're supposed to do?"
"Like what?"
He grinned, not taking his eyes off the road. "Alice told me about your plans to go to college this time around and how they came to nothing. I'm not the only one hiding at home right now, am I?"
I was taken aback; I was so used to Carlisle and Edward's gentle manners that Jasper's directness still surprised me sometimes.
"I'm sorry," he added right away. "That was—"
"Fair," I said. "It's true enough. I'm not sure what happened to those plans. I suppose with you staying home again this time, well..." I trailed off, adjusting the hem of my skirt on my knees.
Jasper shook his head. "You know I don't need to be babysat anymore—at home, at least—and I'm perfectly happy to spend my days alone. You do so much for all of us, Esme. If there's something you want to do for yourself, there's nothing stopping you."
I hummed to myself, trying to decide what I thought about that. "We'll stop at the market first. It's up there on the left, just after the light."
"Don't we have plenty of food already?"
"I still try to be seen shopping for food fairly often, and I divide it between two different stores. We can just deliver it with the rest."
We pulled into the supermarket parking lot and, after a reassuring peek up at the clouds, went inside. The minute we did, Jasper's easy manner evaporated. He held himself stiff as he walked, glancing constantly around at the other shoppers, up at the bright lights, around the walls to map the exits. I noticed after a few moments that he wasn't breathing anymore.
"You really aren't comfortable with this, are you?" I said with a frown. "When's the last time you were out in public like this? Indoors?"
"It's been a while," he said, using as little air as possible. "I went shopping with Alice last month, although those stores were a lot smaller. I don't think I've ever been in an indoor space this big and... crowded."
I decided to fill several bags with fresh fruit. Jasper was all thumbs about it at first, carelessly packing apples and tomatoes and grapes into one bruised mess of a bag, but he learned quickly. I chattered on about which fruits and vegetables were most appreciated by the food banks and why, but he was looking more uncomfortable every second.
His steps slowed to a stop when we passed the butcher. The young man working behind the counter was expertly wielding a long, serrated knife, flicking it in and out of the huge chunk of red meat on his counter. Little pools of bloody fluid had collected along the counter and the floor.
"You're staring," I whispered. "And the butcher probably isn't the best place for us to linger." Jasper swallowed and moved on.
"All it would take is one slip of that knife," he whispered back. He finally drew another breath. "You know I wouldn't be able to stop myself. And there are so many witnesses. Is it really worth the risk to bring me in here?"
"It'll be worth it as soon as we walk out the door," I said firmly. "You need to expose yourself like this far more often, or you're never going to build any confidence. Every time you walk out of a building and leave everyone alive is a success. And it'll be easier than this when you go to school," I added. "Most of the time, everyone will be sitting still and you won't have to worry about spontaneous bleeding."
Jasper shook his head, glancing back at a pair of children who were horsing around while their mother chatted with a friend. "I should have hunted first."
"You're fine," I insisted.
We went on for a few more minutes, but it really was crowded, and the tension was radiating off poor Jasper in waves now; I supposed we had better wrap it up. I reached for his hand, trying to focus on feeling calm for his sake. But instead I received a jolt of fear the instant I touched his skin.
"Fear?" I said in surprise. "Jasper—"
He yanked his hand out of mine and stalked right out the door.
I finished my shopping quickly, filling the cart with a few more piles of dry goods selected at random. When I got back outside, Jasper was leaning against the car door with his arms folded, looking perfectly human again and more apologetic than ever.
"I'm sorry," I said before he could say it first. "I was just trying to help. I shouldn't have touched you when you were already upset."
"It wasn't that," he said. "I just... it was time to get out of there. The horror film, the crowd, then the thing with the knife, and those two kids..."
He took the cart from me without another word and busied himself getting the groceries into the trunk. When we were back inside the car, he sat in thoughtful silence for another moment, fingering the leather cuff on his wrist, tracing the metal lines of the Cullen crest.
"...And it makes me ashamed," he said, finally looking me in the eye.
"Being afraid?"
"Being weak. It's been seven years, Esme. I should be stronger than this by now. I should be able to walk into a human space and do what you all do."
I thought he should too, but I did my best not to feel like it. Carlisle likened Jasper's struggle to human drug addiction more than anything else, and that didn't promise an easy "recovery," I supposed.
"You are able to do it," I said. "It's just harder for you. Maybe this was a bit much, after the horror film. And it really was crowded in there. But why the fear? Correct me if I'm wrong, but when you make a mistake, you aren't quite as... well, upset as some of us might be. Mistakes happen, so why fear them?"
"I fear the consequences. So far, we've been lucky. It's happened out of town with no witnesses. But what if it did happen in a place like this? Those witnesses would need to be taken care of. All of them." He looked away, squinting like he was looking at something in the distance. "I could do what needed to be done, in that case. But I don't like to think about how you all would feel about that. And what if it was even worse? What if I caused a real breach and it put us all in danger?"
"What if?" I sighed in agreement. "Those two little words have stopped so many of us from living, haven't they?"
Jasper sighed back, still staring out the windshield. But after a moment, the tension lifted. I smiled to feel the familiar shift toward a particularly dreamy happiness that could only mean one thing: he was thinking of Alice, of the day they had met and she had completely derailed his misery. It always felt like this.
"Diner Day?" I teased him, touching his sleeve.
He smiled. "You know me too well."
"Well enough to know that moping and inaction don't suit you," I pressed him. "I'm not saying this will be easy for you anytime soon. I'm just saying that you've got to press on and keep challenging yourself. Taking risks is the only way forward."
He digested that for a moment, then sat up straighter and started the engine. "Where are we going next?"
I raised an eyebrow. "So you're ready for more?"
"I don't feel ready," he admitted, "but let's go."
We compromised in the end. I steered him by way of the county park and pushed him out the door so he could go find something to take the edge off. He returned in just a few minutes, wearing a sour expression.
"Goose?" I guessed, trying not to laugh at him.
"Squirrel," he grumbled.
.
.
By the time we reached the food bank, Jasper was in better spirits. He told me about the correspondence course he was taking in continental philosophy. He had started taking his first class back in Oregon, registered under Emmett's name, so he'd had to start over once we moved here with new identities. He hadn't done very well on his first paper, but he was determined to improve.
"I just don't know what the professor is looking for," he admitted.
"You'll get the hang of it, I'm sure," I said. "After all, it's been a century or so, and you've never even been to high school in either of your lives. Just up there." I pointed out the food bank. Jasper swerved the car over a little too quickly, earning an angry chorus of car horns and slammed brakes. No one was hurt, but there was no hiding my panic at what had almost happened.
"I'm sorry… again," Jasper sighed. He wrenched the keys out of the ignition and tried to hand them to me. "I think you'd better"—he took one look at my shaky smile—"uh, let me drive home so I can practice more."
"Now you're getting the hang of it."
He smirked and jammed the keys back into his pocket. We opened the trunk and carried the first boxes in to the food bank.
"Good morning, George!" I called out. The elderly volunteer backed out of the aisle he had been working in and began to limp toward me.
"Mrs. Cullen," he said with his usual rheumy smile. "Oh, let me help you with that—!"
"It's quite all right," I said. I piled my box on top of the one in Jasper's arms. After a split second, he remembered to act like the load had just gotten heavier. "I have a lot today, so I brought a helper. This is my husband's nephew, Jasper. He's visiting us this week before he heads off to school."
"How do you do," Jasper said warily.
"Good for you, young man!" George said, limping on out to the car. "Nice to see some young folks getting involved. What school? What're you studying?"
Jasper looked to me for an answer. "Wayne State," I said without missing a beat. "Jasper, have you chosen a major yet?"
"Um… philosophy?" he said.
George was already digging around in the trunk of my car. "That's nice… oh, tuna fish! That's just what we need. Hey! Come over here and help me, sonny."
Jasper stood awkwardly holding out his hands to receive box after box, intently watching George as the old man worked.
"Thirst okay?" I asked under my breath.
"Just fine," Jasper whispered back. "I'll tell you later."
Since he seemed more comfortable, I asked George to give us a little tour of the warehouse. It was good for Jasper to spend some time around an individual human without the strain, and the reminder that humanity was capable of good things couldn't hurt either. Learning how to see them as people was a big part of his struggle. He kept surprisingly close to George the whole time, listening with rapt attention.
"All right," I said when we were back in the car. "Next stop…" Deep breath. "The university."
"You mean Wayne State? Isn't that down in Detroit?"
"That's the one."
Jasper looked slightly panicked. "I thought we were just using that as the cover story. I don't think—"
"We're not going for you. We're going for me."
"Oh. So you're ready to do this?"
"I don't feel ready," I said, "but let's go."
#Jasper#Tale of Years teasers#Food#Shopping#Twilight fanfiction#Twilight Saga#Esme#Esme Cullen#Jasper Hale#Apparently this decided to post now instead of scheduling for Wednesday so here you go
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I'M SORRY (PART 1)
Pairings: Jack Champion x fem!reader, Jack Champion x Actress!Reader
Warnings: SCREAM VI SPOILERS
Tropes: Angst, Friends to lovers
A/N: This is my first fanfic ever and I'm sorry if it's bad. Also this is part 1 in a series.
Parts: Part 1, Part 2
You and Jack had met on the set of Scream VI. You were one of the only teenagers in Scream 5 and now you were 18 for Scream VI. A rare example of someone being younger than their character. While filming you had gotten especially close with Jenna Ortega and Devyn Nekoda. However you were focused more on your character, Danielle Masters. She was a returning character, part of the ‘Fab Five’. She was a strong-minded girl studying to go to law school. She was constantly pointing out legal consequences and explaining things. You hadn’t wanted her to have a love interest after she already had one in the 5th movie, Wes Hicks. But the directors decided they knew better and paired her off with the nerdy Ethan Landry (Who also happened to be a deranged killer).
The first day of filming was the scene where Mindy explains the horror movie logic to the group. You were sat right next to Jack. By this point your characters were in an established relationship so he had his arm around you and you were laying on his shoulder. You’d never thought about him like this, you were feeling something in the pit of your stomach. You looked up at him and saw him concentrating on Jasmin. You felt stupid for thinking he might have felt the same. At that same moment you realized your cheeks were burning red.
The next day you filmed two scenes and the first one was the apartment death scene. Ethan had been the ghostface so they put Jack under the robes. Danielle actually had a quick encounter with ghostface after trying to find Quin, she was the one who found her dead body. You were supposed to show tension with the ghostface so people could get a hint as to who it was.
In the beginning, Chad, Tara, Mindy, Danielle, and Sam were hanging out at the dining table drinking beer. They were having fun and no one noticed Danny screaming to look at Quin’s room. He even tried calling her, yet they teased her so she didn’t answer. Then they heard the thuds so they volunteered Dani to tell Quin to keep it down.
“S-S-SHE’S DEAD” you yelled. Chad comes running and moves you away from the body with ghostface, Jack, lurking over it. You and Chad run down the stairs as ghostface runs after you two. Chad grabs Tara and they sprint out. You go find the others and run to the bathroom with them. Danny pulls out a ladder and Sam climbs on it first, then Mindy, and Anika was supposed to climb onto the other side next. But Ghostface decided it was her time. Dani wasn’t able to go on the ladder so she was stuck in the room while he was shaking the ladder. You had managed to find a razor on the floor so you took that as a weapon. In the script it says Ethan closes the window and the blinds after and then stab you and run. But Jack had decided to go a different route. He stabbed you first and then closed the blinds and window. The directors had liked that more so they went with it.
Your next scene was the subway scene. Dani was on the train with Tara, Sam, Chad, and Danny. It was a long scene since they had to keep making people’s costumes scarier with each flicker.
After you went home you checked Tiktok and saw a comment from no one other than Louis Partridge. You had made a video where you and your friends posed like your celeb crushes. You had posed like Louis Partridge. It was no secret to your friends that you liked him. You had even made a presentation on presentation night on Why Louis Partridge Was Hot. You may have also posted that also. Whenever you had opened Instagram you saw a DM from him saying he was in NYC for a show and you two should meet up at Carbone.
#jack champion#ethan landry#wes hicks#scream#scream vi#scream 6#jack champion fluff#louis partridge#angst#slow burn#fluff#jenna ortega#anika kayoko#ethan landry x reader#jack champion x reader
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Eddie | Trapped | Part 3
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 9.1k
Contains: Smut <3, oral (f & m receiving), heavy making out, mutual pining, thick tension. Minors DNI 18+ ONLY
Authors note: Last one didn’t get very much attention but I try not to let that get to me. I don’t write smut very often but I do read it. So i hope you enjoy. Eddie Munson owns my ass, unfortunately. Just ask my best friend.
If you asked Eddie Munson where he thought he’d be in 24 hours, 24 hours ago, he would’ve said probably messing around with his trailer. He couldn’t have predicted you’d there with him, standing awkwardly by the door. “Uh, sorry it’s a bit messy,” he says, hastily picking up garbage and putting dishes in the sink. “Maid took the week off,” he joked, met with silence.
“It’s fine,” you say, sliding your hands in your back pockets. “You should see my room. A complete mess.”
After Eddie throws the garbage out he rubs his hands, as if washing them dry. He puts his hands on his hips, wondering what his plan was when he invited you over. He glances back at his room, tempted to lead you there but decides against it and turns to his living room couch. A movie will do, he supposed.
“So, you want to watch a movie?” he asks, pointing to his television and the couch right in front of it.
You looked to where he was pointing, thumbs fidgeting while they dangled out of your pockets. “Yeah, sure, what movie?” To the left side of his 20-inch screen TV, you saw a pile of VHS tapes. You walked to them, crouching down to sift through them. It wasn’t until right now that Eddie noticed how well your jeans fit your ass, admiring momentarily. Holy shit.
He licks his lips, turning away from your well fit jeans to grab some snacks. “Do you want popcorn?” he asks, wandering into the kitchen.
You were overthinking on a decision between Back to the Future or Friday the 13th. Did Eddie mind cheesy comedies? You weren’t the biggest fan of slasher films, but it might’ve given you the chance to get close. “Yes please.” You hesitate before asking. “Melt some butter on it?”
Eddie peaks his head out comedically, his hair a moment behind his sporadic movements. “Butter without popcorn? I’m not an actual cult leader you know.”
You smile, hiding how ecstatic you were feeling. “Are you feeling slasher or scifi?” You stand up, holding the two finals you picked.
Eddie looks from where he’s cooking the stove popcorn over his shoulder to assess your picks. “Hmmm,” he says, simultaneously adjusting the air pop bag. “Good picks, Y/n. I think we should go with Back to the Future.” Eddie picks decidedly.
You look to the movie in your left hand, surprised. “I thought you would go for the horror flick,” you say, not complaining. You look around for the remote, setting down both movies on the coffee table.
He peaks his head back around, paying more attention as the air pop bag increased in size. “I am,” he pauses, concentrating, “but I figured you wouldn’t be.” The popping was getting louder, and you were thankful he was focusing on that so you could smile like an idiot alone in the living room.
You manage to turn on the tv and VCR, realizing it wasn’t all that different from the one in your parents’ living room. Shit. It was round 9, you should give your mom a call. “Hey Eddie, can I use your phone?” Eddie turned off the stove, the popcorn done. While the popcorn was cooling off, he reaches for his landline on a post between the kitchen and living room.
“Here, sweetheart,” he says absentmindedly. He didn’t even realize he hasn’t called you any pet names yet, the name slipping out. For the whole day at school he has done his best to keep it in, not trying to scare you off. Yet this, just rolled off the tongue.
However, you noticed the nickname, the casual way he says it throwing you for a loop. You licked your lips, the name and his dark tone repeating over and over in your head. Sweetheart. You grab it out of his hand, purposely brushing his fingers against his. “Thanks.” You dial your mom, realizing you’d need an alibi if this went on for too long.
“Hello, Y/l/n residence” Your mom answers.
“Hi, mom,” you start. “I just wanted to let you know I might be spending the night over at the Wheelers. Nancy and I are watching some Michael J. Fox movies.”
Eddie, overhearing this, peaks back out from the kitchen. He gives you a look as if to say I’m not the goddamn Wheelers, you little liar.
“Oh, sweetheart I was just was about to call over there. Your car is still in the driveway, do you need a ride home tomorrow?” her voice was sweet, unassuming. Almost made you feel guilty for the fib. You knew however if you had told the truth about staying at a boy’s house, you’d be requested home immediately and never hear the end of it.
You glance at Eddie, not wanting to assume, but you also didn’t think he’s the type of guy to make a girl walk home. “No, I have a ride home thanks. See you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow, darling. Have a fun night.” She hangs up first, and you passed the phone back to Eddie, who looked impressed.
“Do you need a ride to the Wheelers, then?” Eddie asked, joking.
You squinted your eyes at him, silently asking him to shut up. “No, it was an alibi so my mother wouldn’t kill me for being at a boy’s house.”
Eddie tucked back into the kitchen, pouring the melted butter he made onto the bowl of popcorn. You heard him pop into the fridge and grab something, before rounding the corner back into the living room and plopping himself onto the couch. “Cola?” he hands it out to you, the bright red colour reflected in his rings.
You accept it willingly, giving him a big smile. You press play with the remote, settling it onto the table in front of you. You look around, still no lights on in his trailer. “Thanks. Um, no lights?”
“Do-did you want lights on?” he asks, sitting up frantically to turn them on before you could answer.
You shake your head no, grabbing him by the vest and yanking him back down. “No, it’s fine, just…different.”
You settle into the other corner of the couch, suddenly afraid to even touch him. As the first scene of Back to the Future comes on, Marty waking up late with a phone call from Doc, Eddie interrupts your thoughts. “Different how?”
You forgot what he was asking about, your comment now in the back of your mind. “Hmm?” You ask, reaching into the popcorn.
“You said the lights off was different. How?”
You turn your face towards him, seeing his face already towards yours with the movie reflected in his eyes. You gulped; glad he couldn’t see the visible movement of your neck. “I mean, it’s different from the fluorescent lighting and a tad closer than across a cafeteria.”
He kept his eyes on yours, you thought that for half a second his eyes went down to your lips. You faced forward; sure you had just pictured it. No way he wanted to kiss you. You were just lightheaded from the entire situation. You popped your can of cola open and took a big sip, realizing you’ve barely eaten since after school.
Eddie had no comment to offer back, finally taking his eyes off you as you open the can. He was debating on leaning in to finally kiss you when you moved your head back towards where the movie was playing. Maybe he was misreading this entire situation. He reached for the bowl in between the both of you needing to keep himself from going crazy and becoming antsy.
It was the scene where Marty’s mom was going on about improper ladies and how she and Marty’s dad, George had met. You had already scooched a bit closer to where he was sitting next you, unaware of the smaller distance between the two of you. “Isn’t it weird how normal Marty seems compared to his family?” You ask quietly, the sound of Eddie munching on popcorn.
You looked to him, waiting for a response. “I mean, I think this movie is weird to begin with, Marty basically almost sleeps with his mom.” Eddie says, shrugging to you.
You laughed, tilting your head. “If you don’t like it, why do you own it?”
“My uncle and I both buy random movies to watch together. Kind of how we manage to bond.” Eddie says with a soft smile on his face. “We both found this movie to be weird.”
He looks back at you, keeping eye contact as you set your pop back down on the coffee table. You find your thumb floating back into your mouth, butterflies starting to flutter. As you and Eddie kept your eyes off the movie and on each other, you could feel the tension building up in the room. The lights from the movie were the only light source available, the sharp blue dark contrast as Marty met Doc in a mall parking lot. You put your arm on the back of the couch, feeling a different fabric than the one you had felt before. A blanket. You grabbed at it, feeling cold and hot all at the same time.
You held the blanket in front of him, silently asking if he wanted to share. He hesitated, his eyes searching you for a moment. He grabbed half of it from you and scooched closer, closing most of the distance between the both of you. For Eddie to sit comfortably, his shoulder’s a bit too broad to stay sat shoulder to shoulder, his arm went behind you a little bit, but not around you.
“Is this too much?” He asks, sounding nervous. “I can move further away, I just didn’t want to spend the entire movie hunching.”
You strain your neck to look back up at him, wanting to see his face. It was closer than anticipated. You were close, scary close. You could see stubble. You could see a freckle by his ear you’ve never been able to see before. “It’s fine,” you whisper, noting goosebumps on his skin after.
A moment passes, both of you still tense, neither one of you relaxing into essentially what could’ve been cuddling. You want to kiss him so bad at the moment, his lips glistening after licking them in the reflection of the light. You could hear his heavy breathing, feeling yours start to synchronize. “Hey, Eddie,” you say softly, voice so low you weren’t even sure you said anything.
You see his Adam’s apple bob up and down, your mouth was watering from the sight alone. What if you just..leaned in and- “Yeah?” he asks, moving his face so it was looking down at yours.
Now you were face to face, switching glances between his eyes and lips. “C-can I-“You stutter, cursing yourself. Say it now or never. “Can I kiss you?” it comes out fast, and almost rushed, wanting to get though the potential of him ripping away from you as fast as possible.
You brace for it, expecting it. You hear a sharp inhale of his breath, and suddenly his hand is going up to caress the nape of your neck. “Please.”
Upon hearing the small but definite confirmation, you move instantaneously. You use your hand and do something you’ve been aching to do for 24 hours since seeing him up close in Family Video. You lift it to his face, placing some number of your fingers into his hair. You glance between his eyes, a smile on your face starting to form subconsciously. Holy shit, this was happening.
You almost hoped he would be the one to close the gap after half a moment, too nervous to make the jump. After he didn’t, you lean into him, finally placing your lips on his.
As you leaned in, he helped close it, his lips closed and unsure. You pet his cheek with your thumb, letting him know he could relax into it. Eddie seemed to have received the message, his entire body relaxing into you. After a few seconds of a still kiss, you realize that this might’ve been Eddie’s first kiss. You remembered your first kiss, the awkwardness of it, the lack of confidence.
With that realization, you started to guide him, tilting your head to deepen it. Eddie followed your lead, tilting his head as well, almost as if his body caught up with his brain, he took control. You felt his ringed hands on your hips, both of them lifting you onto his lap so you were straddling him. The sudden movement causing your breath to hitch. You opened your mouth wider, allowing the kiss to become more frantic and needy. “Mmph,” you heard from Eddie, him moaning in the back of his throat. Holy shit, you almost asked him to repeat it, wanting to hear nothing but that for the rest of your life.
You allow your tongue to tentatively swipe against his mouth, asking for permission. He grants you immediately, his ringed hand digging into to your hip. The hand on your other hip slid underneath your shirt and made direct contact with your back, causing a small whimper to escape your throat. You lifted your hips, barely resisting to thrust into his lap. Instead you lifted up your ass so he had to lift his neck to kiss you, grabbing at the nape of his neck while you felt his hands move up and down your back.
Finally, you broke from the kiss, starting to kiss down his jawline and to his neck, lightly nipping. You could feel him holding something in, his hands grabbing at your shirt. You went back up to his lips, grabbing his face and giving a last kiss, this one short and sweet, having this feeling in your cunt starting to stir. You didn’t want to be too much for him, too fast.
You sat back, your hands still framing his face. He took a second to open his eyes to you, dazed and heavy lidded. You licked your lips, taking in his state. You started petting his hair, moving the few strands out of his face. You waited patiently as he came back down to earth, keeping him company as he relaxed himself. “Hi,” you whisper, leaning in to put your forehead against is.
“Fuck,” he responds, breathing heavily.
You giggle, hoping his response meant that he had enjoyed himself. “Was that ok?” Eddie doesn’t say anything in response, just nods his head vigorously. “More than ok,” his voice says, deeper than you’ve ever heard it.
Eddie grabs you, yanking you into his arms. You happily accept, still straddling his lap and wrapping your arms around his neck. You hesitate to ask what you want to, not wanting to offend him. “Eddie?” You ask, listening to the movie playing in the background.
“Yes princess?” He says softly, you can hear the smile in his voice. You pause, what if it wasn’t? What if he was offended enough to where he forces you off his lap and out? “Use your words.” He says, noting your hesitation.
“Was that your first kiss?” you ask quietly and back up enough to see his face.
Eddie says nothing, his expression unreadable. He rests his hand on your shoulder. He tucks his lips inward. “Was it that obvious?” He finally says, his voice small, and his eyes now avoiding your own.
You sigh, feeling bad for asking already. “Everyone starts off.. unsure on their first kiss. I just wanted to ask because I didn’t know if you’ve ever…done anything before.” You say it delicately. You knew there wasn’t many speculations around the gossip channels to Eddie’s love life, there were rumours but you never bothered with them.
Eddie looks down in-between the two of you, his thumbs gently rubbing up and down your torso. “No, I haven’t.” He looks to the TV screen for a second then looks to you, looking shy as you’ve ever seen him. “You know, I haven’t really had the opportunity to, no one really wants to be with the freak. Or be seen with the freak.” He says, the words barely coming out of his mouth.
Your heart basically breaks at this, finally being able to kiss him when you want to, and now you want to. You grab his face, kissing him harder than you did before, putting your tongue into his mouth without any moments pause. “Mmh-“You heard Eddie start before cutting himself off.
You stop, letting your hips rest completely on his lap. “Ed,” you say to be encouraging. “you can moan. It’s how I know you’re enjoying yourself. C’mon, show me. How are you feeling?” At your first attempt at a boyfriend in 8th grade, you were embarrassingly shy when it came down to this. At this moment, you were forgetting how to be shy, the only thought on your mind was to make sure Eddie felt like he could be open with you.
You kiss him hard and wet again, this time biting his lip. He bit back a moan again, making you annoyed yet mischievous. Okay, if he wants to play that. You grab him by the hair against his scalp, pulling. It was easier than you had expected considering how long it was. As you pull a second time, you let your hips do something you’ve been aching for in your cunt, feeling soaked already with juices flowing and creating a wet patch on your crotch. You grind your hips down hard, feeling a bulge in Eddie’s jeans. You knew it would backfire as this affected you too, but for the moment you just wanted to let Eddie know he can let go. The combination of your wet and teeth filled kisses, you pulling his hair and the heat of your pussy finally convinced him to let go of a moan, broken and loud. “Fuck, Y/n! Oh, that felt so good.”
You laugh quietly, lifting your hips off is lap to continue kissing him without grinding, not wanting to rush too much onto him. “See that’s better, Ed.” You whisper, pulling away and looking at his flushing face. It felt damn good to not be the shy and nervous one for once. “Do you need to calm down? Is this too much?”
Eddie gulped staring up at the ceiling instead of you. “I think I need to cool down” You were about to sit down again, until he stops by grabbing you by the ass. “Whoa, there. Stay up. Unless you want to feel my…problem.”
You didn’t have the heart to tell him you already felt it, so you said “Ok, got it.” You gave him a kiss before leaving off is lap and right next to him, keeping your legs over his lap.
You leaned into the back of the couch, tilting your head to look at him. Eddie was looking right back, arms resting on your legs with his furthest hand caressing your calf. His other hand was high on your thigh, thumb just absentmindedly swaying in-between your legs. As he continues your legs start to tense up, the feeling of your cunt getting wetter as he accidentally teases you. “Eddie,” you start, closing your eyes and fidgeting at the touch.
“Hhm?” Eddie says, sitting up slightly.
“Please,” you swallow a whimper, “please move your hand down a bit. Its-“ you cut off, his thumb stopping right between your thighs, an inch away from where your legs meet in the middle. “Shit.”
“Oh,” Eddie says, realizing what you meant. He lowers has hand from as high on your leg as it was, giving you a chance to relax completely. When you let your legs go limp, they land on his lap, where his boner was currently straining against his jeans. “C-can I keep doing it?”
You lift your head back up to see his face, swearing that what you think he had just said wasn’t real. “What?” Eddie, more swiftly than you were expecting, moved so his legs were lying along yours, and was now laying on top of you.
“Let me,” he says, putting his hand back to where it was before, “let me take care of you.” He leans in for a kiss before you could reply, the kiss wet and needy. You happily accept his kiss, seeing as your mind went dizzy to how Eddie had suddenly taken control of you so easily.
You pause, reaching up to grab at his face. “Ed-“you stutter, breathing heavily. “You don’t have to. I really don’t mind if all we do is-“Eddie leans down to kiss you again, interrupting you. He starts moving away from your lips, keeping his lips on you anyway. He moves down your jawline and to your neck, lapping eagerly. He makes a pitstop at your collarbone, using his teeth, sucking on a specific spot hard.
“God, you are beautiful.” He mutters against your skin. He may have been new, but he learned fast.
“Mmh-“ you whine underneath him, your legs tensing right up as your hips buckle up involuntarily. While his wonderous tongue was working at your collarbone, you felt his hand continue to tease on your thigh. Suddenly it was too much and all you wanted was friction. “Please,” you beg him, feeling your neck vibrate as he chuckles lowly. “Please touch me.”
“Shit,” you hear him say in your neck, his breath unsteady.
You offer to help him, looking between his face and the buckle of your jeans with your hands ready to unfasten. He nods, licking his lips with a dangerous look in his eyes. Something you would’ve killed to be the receiving end of yesterday. You rip off your jeans with a small amount of struggle, the way it hugged your ass just right causing a slight delay in removal. With kicking off your jeans, came the blanket, too. The popcorn, the pop, and the movie all forgotten.
He could see you in your panties now, a pair you wore tonight thinking you were delusional. He was now laying slightly on top of you, his hand and forearm hovering around where your bottom half was mostly exposed. “I-I” Eddie stutters, not sure where to start.
Your perverted mind couldn’t help but think just how hot this all was, offering to guide Eddie Munson on how to get you off. It just made you even wetter. “Here.” You grab two of his fingers where his hand was lingering on your thigh, and pressed them lightly onto your thinly covered folds. That alone makes you whimper, the contact being an almost immediate release. “Apply light- hah- pressure. Up and down.”
“Fuck you’re really wet,” he comments, moving his fingers as you had instructed. His fingers are nimble from the years of playing guitar, which also meant he was a fast learner.
“Mm, yeah that’s good.” You say, breathing getting faster as your stomach starts to tense up. “Means I really wanted-ah- you.” As he continues working you, you feel your legs open up without delay.
Somehow, Eddie manages to find your clit without even asking. You knew it wasn’t that hard. You were too far gone to instruct him now, whining as he looks back and forth between the outline of your throbbing cunt and your squished up face. Eddie is using his two fingers to rub small circles, getting faster and faster as you whine more. “M-more, I need more.”
It was as if Eddie was waiting for permission, yanking your panties off without a second thought. He pauses once you’re exposed, staring between your legs like he’s seeing god for the first time. He licks his lips, a moth drawn to a flame has he gives you one long lap along the centre of your folds. “Oh fuck” you moan, expecting his finger and not his tongue. Your thighs start shaking uncontrollably from this alone. You heard Eddie chuckle, you looked down at him, his mouth already wet with your juices.
Finally after continuing to flick his tongue up and just drinking like a man starved, he inserts one finger into you, causing your hips to jerk up into him. “Oh sweetheart you’re so wet. You’re doing so well.” You weren’t sure where his talking was coming from, but it added the perfect amount of pleasure. “Look at you, just so needy.”
“M-make make a hook.” You tell him the trick, needing to know what’d he do once he knew the secret.
He makes a hook with his finger, immediately feeling a spongy area at the roof of the inside of you. You hold out your finger to him, signalling the internationally recognized signal for ‘c’mon’. He catches on impeccably fast, using the motion against your g-spot rapidly. “Ooh, just like that!” You cry out, not even caring how desperate you currently sound. He simultaneously leans back forward, sucking on your clit as your legs convulse and you become undone. The overwhelming pressure in your stomach was building, becoming too much. You could feel the knot in your stomach start to tighten a feeling you knew too well that meant you were about to go over the edge. You weren’t aware of it, but you were getting louder and louder, your moans more and more uninhibited. You were tightening up around his fingers, your pussy contracting.
“I’m gonna cum, Eddie.” You say, the edge just right there.
You feel light kisses on your thighs, the extra sensation sending you into a near frenzy. “Cum, for me sweetheart. Let me see you.”
His words send you over the edge, your orgasm hitting your body in waves. Your vison went completely white for a half a second, your thighs still shaking convulsively. You feel his fingers rubbing your hips, as his two fingers work you through your orgasm. Your fingers dig onto any skin of his you can reach, the feeling of skin-to-skin grounding you.
As you come down on the other side, you start to giggle, realizing Eddie’s eyes were focused on you. Suddenly, you start to feel almost embarrassed, closing your legs and your cheeks flushed.
You focus your eyes back on him, aware he’s still staring at you. “Hi,” you say, unable to prevent yourself from smiling.
Eddie isn’t smiling, his lips moist and his and his eyes still darkened. He gulps, his throat bobbing. “Fuck, princess.” He says, crawling up to you. He leans in to kiss you, a confidence in him that is making you wet again already. After interlocking your lips for a minute, not going anywhere in mind, he stops, forehead against yours. “That was literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” He said, voice shaky. “Fuck, I could watch you finish for hours, princess.”
You move in to kiss him, reaching your hand down to palm him through his jeans. “Hmm. Would you mind if I returned the favour?” You whisper, leaning over to kiss his jaw.
“Y-y” Eddie says, stumbling over his words now. Not so brave, now, huh.
“Use your words,” you tease him with something he’s been telling you. You palm him harder, Eddie bucking his hips and moaning loudly in response.
“Please just fucking touch me,” he begs you, his head now in your neck.
You palm him harder, starting to feel the length of him. Fuck he felt long. “Maybe we should get off your couch?” You whisper, the feeling of the couch fabric against your ass suddenly over stimulating.
Eddie crawls off the couch, yanking your hand with him, and escorts you to his room. Once in the room he throws you onto his bed, outright shocking you. How strong was he? You lie on his bed, him crawling towards you after taking his shirt off. You reach your hands out to touch him, smoothing your hands down along his chest and down his arms, taking a stop at each tattoo. “Jesus, you’re smoking.”
You flip him onto his back before he kisses you, reminding him it was his turn. After you throwing him for a loop, you kiss him, urgently, and manically. You let go shortly after, starting to use your teeth to nibble along his chiselled jawline. You work on that until you can feel him getting impatient and you start to move further down, leaving sloppy kisses or bites along his chest. You stop at each tattoo, making them each the star of their own little show. As you keep going, Eddie is whimpering in the back of his throat, clearly enjoying coming undone underneath you.
Without warning you grip his cock through his jeans, nearly stroking him. Eddie lets out a moan, almost embarrassed right after by the look on his face. “Shh shh, I want to hear you.” You remind him, and start to unbuckle his jeans.
Now that his cock was no longer restricted you got a full glimpse of how long he was, the tent in his briefs. You crawl even further down so you were between his legs, at level with his crotch. You hold your dominant hand on the waist band, pulling twice to get Eddie’s attention. May I? You ask silently.
Eddie nods vigorously, his cheeks flushed and mouth open. Finally, you pull him out of his briefs, licking your lips as you take in the sight of his perfect cock for the first time. His poor bright red head looked like it really needed your attention. You pump him once or twice, rubbing your thumb on the slit. Eddie’s hips buck into your hand, that being the first time anyone else has really touched him.
You reached your other hand forward and onto his chest, forcing him to open his eyes. You then open your mouth around the head, sucking lightly and keeping eye contact. After a minute of him just losing his damn mind of the feeling your warm mouth around him, you start moving slowly, bobbing your head.
“Oh shit,” Eddie exclaims, the feeling of his hips raising ever so slightly. You continue to slide up and down, pausing momentarily to lick at a vein, chasing it as it wraps around his cock. You’re keeping eye contact with him as much as you can, eventually having to close your eyes due to your burning eyes.
For a moment you wonder how much of him you can take in your mouth, wrapping a hand round the base and putting as much of him as you can to the back of your throat. You do it unfortunately too hard, his dick hitting your gag reflex instantly. You get your mouth off him for a moment, nearly throwing up. “Shit, are you okay? Do we need to stop?”
You smile at Eddie, understanding this is very new to him. “No, Ed,” you say, doing your best to keep from laughing at him. “it’s okay. That actually happens a lot, some people are into that.” You climb up to him, offering a kiss. “I’m okay, I promise. I would like to continue if you don’t mind.”
Eddie smiled into your kiss, a breath telling you he was laughing. “If you keep continuing like you were you won’t be going on very much longer.”
“As long as I get to make you feel good, Ed.” You see Eddie’s reaction to that, his eyes rolling back and hand going into your hair.
You stroke him a few times again, spreading his precum. More gently this time, you take his cock back into your mouth, deep as you could. Anything you couldn’t fit you wrapped your hand around the base, starting to bob your head again. You grabbed his hand in your hair with your free hand, silently asking him to tighten his grip in your hair. When he followed your request without hesitation, you instinctively moan around him as he uses the grip to start to fuck into your mouth. Sure, Fuck can be a bit of a harsh word to use but the way his hips were colliding with your face and his rings harsh against your scalp it was accurate.
His cock started twitching, you knew he was close. You doubled down on him the blowjob started getting sloppy as your spit was gathering at the base and your eyes started watering. You literally didn’t care. “Oh baby, fuck Y/n that feels so good” you hear him babble, switching between moans and spoken words. “Fuck keep taking it, princess I’m getting so close,” Underneath the palm of your hand you felt his stomach tighten, followed by the sound of a muffled moan. Shit he really needs to let himself go.
His warm cum filled your mouth, more than you were expecting. It feels heavenly as you swallow, the feeling of his thighs shaking beneath where you squatted. The salty taste was something you dreamt of at times, so you did your best to take every last drop. As you finished off with a faint pop sound, some cum dribbled down your chin. You looked at him, opening your mouth to show the little bit you haven’t yet swallowed and swallowed audibly.
Eddie met your stare with his mouth open, eyes half lidded and ringed hand on his forehead. “Holy shit, c’mere”
He yanked you to where he was laying, grabbing your face, and giving you a kiss. This kiss had a feeling of urgency behind it, like he needed to tell you how much that just meant to him. It was exactly what he had wanted to do, putting all his afterglow efforts into kissing your still cum-stained lips. You felt it, the emotion hitting you a wave that took your breath away.
You finally go connect your forehead to his, his sweaty bangs against yours. You put a hand on his chest, feeling his rapid heartrate. You opened your eyes, seeing his brown ones already looking at you like you were a puzzle. “What?”
“Why?” It’s only one word, but you knew exactly what he meant.
“A girl doesn’t stare just because, Ed.” You say, feeling nervous. Making out and third base were one thing but confessing feelings was another ballpark. “I-I’ve liked you. For three years.”
You sit up, realizing he’s now completely naked and your top is still on. He follows suit, his eyes wide and completely speechless. You toss him his jeans, and a different shirt from the Hellfire Club one and run into the living room to where your jeans were discarded across the room from the couch. Well, shit.
You run back into his room after turning the lights on, seeing Eddie just as he was the night before, his elbows placed on his knees, wide eyes except no music. “C’mon.” You extend your hand out and your fingers easily interlock with his as you wonder back to the couch.
As you sit down with your legs interlocking seamlessly, Eddie finally speaks. “Three years?”
You nod sheepishly, rubbing his hand with your thumb. “I couldn’t help myself. I just found it impossible not to take a glance. Mesmerized.”
He sighs, his breath shuddering as he does. “Well. I didn’t realize I liked you until I came into Family Video yesterday.”
“Was that yesterday?” You ask, suddenly thinking it was last year. “Wow. You know I was so nervous I puked after you left.”
Eddie laughs, too loud if you had anything to say about it. “Awww, that’s adorable, sweetheart.” You feel your face warm up and use his hand to hit him in the chest. He laughs and falls over onto his side. He sits back up, his arm against his stomach as if it hurt from laughing. “No, I had no idea. I couldn’t get you off my mind. I went sort of crazy last night.”
“I went crazy this morning.”
He puts his arm around you, tugging you into his chest. “You looked unbelievably beautiful today, princess.” You relaxed into him, feeling like you fit perfectly. “Fucking took my breath away when you ran into class.”
You glanced to look at him, a thought occurring to you. “Eddie Munson, you have mouth on you!”
Eddie licked his lips, his face flushed. “It all just came out, man I don’t know what to tell you.” He huffs out a laugh. “It just felt right. Don’t tell me you’re complaining.”
“Don’t get me wrong. It was..” you pause, remembering the way he didn’t shut up in the best way, “perfect, but it just threw me for a loop at first. But please, keep doing that.”
The moment allows you to stay silent together, you suddenly feeling exhausted from only two hours of sleep and one emotional day. “Am I spending the night?” You ask, worried he might send you home.
“You better be. I need more time with you.” Eddie says, his voice sounding tired. “I do have one last question for you.”
You open one eye, the bright blue tv screen glaring in your tired eyes. “Hmm?” You ask, nearly falling asleep on him.
He jerks his shoulder, forcing you to put your head up and look at him. “Will you go on a date with me tomorrow night?”
Your breath leaves your body, and you’re rendered speechless. You nod your head, not believing for a second that this is happening. You’re convinced now that this is a really good dream. Eddie smiles wide at you, and leads you to his bedroom again, turning off the tv in the process. You’re hit in the face with his tshirt, Eddie quietly offering a set of PJs so you don’t have to sleep in your jeans. You sleepily smile as you catch his shirt, taking a big inhale of just the smell of Eddie.
His shirt cascades over you perfectly, and you decide you’re going to steal this shirt. You flop onto his bed, your eyes closing before you land. The last thing you remember before falling asleep was the feeling of Eddie pulling you into his arms, and a kiss on the top of your head before falling blissfully asleep.
-
You woke up with your head on a pillow, and the sound of rummaging not too far from you. It took you one moment to remember where you were, some of last night’s events rushing back to you. Oh yeah. Hellfire club, ride in Eddie’s van, sitting in the dark watching a dumb movie, kissing in the dark, and- you sit up fast, the second half of last night hitting you like a freight train. Holy fuck. That wasn’t just a really elaborate dream?
You wonder into the main area of the trailer, seeing Eddie dressed, showered, and making breakfast. It was cereal and toast, but it still counted. “Hi,” you said, your heart beating out of your chest.
Eddie turns around, his damp hair shiny and one moment behind. “Morning sleepy head.” He says, kindness in his voice.
You rub your eyes. Are you really waking up to Eddie Munson making you breakfast? “Did I fall asleep on your couch?”
Eddie chuckles. He was light, his eyes bright and posture straighter than normal. “Nope. I did eat you on the couch, though.” Eddie says casually, giving you a wink.
Shit. It wasn’t a crazy inappropriate dream you had in the bed of your crush. It happened. “Oh. I’m going to use your phone.” Eddie tilted his head, curious.
You yanked the phone and ran into his bathroom, closing the door on the wire. You dialed Robin’s home number, something you’ve memorized weeks ago. Thank God she had her own line. “Please pick up,” you whispered, sat on the toilet.
“Hello?” you hear Robin, sounding like she just woke up. “Whoever is calling better have a damn good reason for calling at-“ a pause, “Geeze, 8 in the morning!”
You were quiet, unsure on what you wanted to say first. “I slept over at Eddie Munson’s house last night.” You settle on quietly, voice low so Eddie can’t hear you freaking out.
“Wait, Y/n?”
“Uh-huh”
“Wait, you SLEPT AT HIS TRAILER LAST NIGHT?” You winced as she yelled in your ear, eardrum nearly bursting. “Tell me everything. Please.” Robin sounded wide awake now, intent on knowing everything now.
You twisted your finger in the cord, feeling shy. “Um, well. We watched a movie. Then we made out-“
You heard Robin guffaw into the phone, bursting into giggles, “Whoa, whoa, whoa pause. You can’t just jump into that I need more!”
You sigh, thinking of the cord pulled across the hallway and into the bathroom. “I don’t have a lot of time but when I need to get ready for my date tonight I’ll tell you, ok?”
“You have a date tonight?” Robin asked, voice lower but still incredulous.
“Robin!” You say, putting your forehead into your hand. “No time!”
“Right, sorry.”
You take a deep breath. “Then, we did…more. Third base, more.” You tell her, feeling the embarrassment creeping up your cheeks.
“THIRD BASE???”
“I’ll tell you more, don’t tell Steve love you see you at work, bye!” You could hear her shouting on the phone as you run out of the bathroom to hang up the phone.
Eddie comes to where you are against the wall behind you, putting a bowl of cereal over your head, wrapping his arm around you at the same time. “Have fun gossiping?” He asked resting his head on your shoulder.
You turn around, now trapped between the wall and him. “Did you happen to hear any of that?” You ask, hoping for a no.
“Only bits and pieces. You slept at Eddie Munson’s, third base, the gist.”
You sigh, feeling embarrassed. Shit. Eddie chuckles lightly, bringing you into his arms. You relax instantly, resting your head on his chest. “Oops.” You feel the bowl on your arm, you peek into the bowl, feeling hungry. “Ooh, Lucky Charms. A man after my own heart.”
Eddie snorts, handing you the bowl and wandering off to the livingroom. “Saturday morning cartoons?” He asks, flipping from the VCR to the broadcast.
You crawl onto the couch next to him, letting your feet touch his leg ever so lightly as you dig into your breakfast, Eddie munching right next to you. “When did you want to go on that date?” You ask Eddie in between bites.
“You have anything to do today?” He asks, eyes still on the TV.
Shit. Work. “I work at 12.”
“Call in?” Eddie asks, his voice sounding hopeful.
You look at him apologetically, biting your lips. It was oh so tempting to call Steve to tell him you wouldn’t be in that day but it’s a Saturday, and you always gave him hell for skipping work after a date. You would never hear the end of it if you did the same. “I would but then I’d be a hypocrite. Plus, I promised a cute assignment partner that I would get at least a C, gotta work on that. Then I must get ready for a hot date, so I have busy day ahead of me.”
Eddie pushed you, unable to believe that you were this cute. “Well, I guess that means I’ll have to give you a ride home, then.” Eddie paused, giving you a look in his eye which made you knew he was up to something. “Unless you can’t get away!” In a fluid motion, Eddie set down his bowl and wrapped his arms around you, holding you against him. When you tried to get up, he held you firmly in place, his fingers interlocked in front of your stomach. You tried even harder, planting your feet on the ground and attempting to get up but with no luck. You barely moved an inch. “Are you even trying, sweetheart?” He asked, pity in his voice.
“As hard-“ you try again, “as I can.” You sigh, giving into your fate. “If I have to pee this is gonna be awkward.” Eddie laughed a puff silently beneath you, his fingers still interlocked. You lean back into him, resting your head back. As you lean you get hit with a whiff of just straight up Eddie, his scent intoxicating you. “I do need to shower when I get home.” You felt his grip loosen and you took the opportunity to turn around to face him. You lean in for a kiss, feeling Eddie’s delicate touch on your back. Your hand goes up to his jaw, holding it as you open your mouth just slightly. He happily kisses you back, eagerly returning it. He’s the one that finally cuts it short, kissing your forehead and looking elsewhere, he really doesn’t want you to go, pathetic as that sounds.
“Get dressed, I’ll give you a ride.” You saunter into his room where your clothes were waiting, the dread of going home to get ready for work settling in too fast. When you opened the door dressed (still in his shirt though), he offered you a wide grin, liking your outfit choice. “Just need my accessories and we’ll get going.” You didn’t realize it probably took so long for him to get ready in the morning. A chain on his jeans, bandana in his pocket, bracelet on his right arm, the occasional necklace…
Not to mention his rings. Just thinking of his rings reminded you how they felt against your scalp last night and in your hair. Try not to think about that, you reminded yourself, or we are going to be in for a long day.
Eddie finalized with a jean jacket over his leather jacket as always and interlocked his fingers with yours to escort you back to his van. You knew you were about to be driven home after an interesting night in his t-shirt, but you couldn’t help but notice how easily he just held your hand. As if it were the only obvious thing he could’ve done while walking you to his van.
As you sat in his van with the only sounds being his engine and the cassette it was currently playing. You weren’t sure what it was, but you liked it. You remembered the feeling you had while sat in his passenger seat the night before, your stomach swirling and your heart pounding. The feeling you had right now, butterflies, the beautiful kind, it felt much better.
You look over to him, drumming the steering wheel as he went. You really took in the way his hair was blowing in the wind with his window down, a smile on his face as he mouthed lyrics.
Oh god, you could get used to his.
-
After you leaned in for a last kiss and left his van, lingering for two seconds longer than you should have, you had a hot shower. It was a moment to finally think about the night before.
To really think because what the ever living hell was that? To recap in 24 (or so) hours you went from unable to sleep because of simply talking to him, waking up early to impress him, getting nervous at the idea of him catching you staring, Eddie talking to you first during first period, flirting across the cafeteria, talking for a whole period, then going to his trailer, then you made out with him, then you made goddamn third base with him.
You got out of your shower, feeling fresh but not wanting to get into work appropriate attire. You had desperately wanted to stay in his shirt.
You drove to work to start right on time, looking forward to telling Robin about your night. And yes, Steve will have to know, too.
You pulled up to work, the glaring lights of the store front unsettling in broad daylight. You opened the door with a ding dong, and before you could say a hello, your two co-workers swarm you at the door. They were both quiet, something you weren’t used to. Usually you ended up walking in on some inane conversation between the two of them but today, they were silent. It was creepy.
It dawned on you. “You told Steve, didn’t you?”
Steve laughed, telling you all you needed to know. You rolled your eyes, walking to the office to drop your shit off. Robin followed close behind rambling, “I had to! He was grilling me! You have never had to face Steve Harrington when he’s not included in on something. It kills him and it was killing me to hear about it.”
You set your stuff down, a small denim backpack with the essentials. Yes, lip gloss is an essential. “Robin, I’m literally never going to hear the end of this from him.” You say, pointing at Steve like he wasn’t right next to you.
“Damn right you aren’t!” Steve says, ignoring the fact that you are ignoring him. “Puking on Thursday from the thought of talking to him to third base on Friday? You’re my goddamn hero!”
You shook your head at him, side-eyeing him. “Gee, that was a flattering image of me.” You put your hair out of your way, purposely elbowing Steve as you walk past to the front counter. As you turn around to lean on the counter, you unexpectedly face them. They were still waiting on every detail. “I will tell. Be nice about it, won’t you?” You ask Steve. You’re serious about this.
“Ok. I’ll keep my commentary to myself.” You nod, satisfied by this. “Until I see Dustin,” he says, under his breath. Robin elbows him in the ribs, hard. “Ow!”
You thank Robin graciously and start the recount of your Friday.
The telling goes well, pausing at moments when the occasional customer comes in to return or to browse. Sometimes Steve would get completely sidetracked by a cute girl but it was nothing new. Talking about Friday at school was easy enough, remembering Eddie and your multiple encounters was just passing time at this point.
When you got to the part about Eddie’s trailer, however, your cheeks were burning.
“So, he takes you to his place, he’s making popcorn, you’re making questionable movie choices, what happens next?” Robin asks, happy you’re finally getting to the good part.
“We sat on his couch, I was too nervous to sit close so I sat far away, but as the movie continued I guess I inched closer and closer. Eddie eventually just closed the gap. I was so fucking nervous.”
“Who kissed who first?” Steve asked, arms folded across his chest, half watching the mid-afternoon movie.
“I kissed him.” You said, holding back a smile.
Steve looked at you, impressed. “Shit. I always thought Munson would make the first move.”
You shrugged. “He said he was just as nervous, who knows.”
“Ok so you kissed. Then?” Robin interjected, wanting more still.
“It turned out into full making out. Which, was great. Fantastic kisser. I crawled into his lap after I felt uncomfortable, and I realized we might be getting too worked up so I tried to be the responsible one.” You say, keeping an eye on the movie as well. “When we tried to cool down he put his hand on my thigh and I told him to stop because it was not helping. Then he surprised me by basically saying that he didn’t want me to cool down.”
You know you were editing him a little but telling the status of Eddie’s virginity wasn’t exactly yours to say. Besides they didn’t need to know everything.
“So what exactly did he do to you? Finger? Grind? Eat you out?” Steve asked, his voice sounding almost bored.
“Um 1 and 3.” You say, not wanting to utter those words at work.
Robin pushes you, excited for you and grossed out almost. “Damn, Y/n! Look at you go! So what did you do for him?”
You debated on how to say it without actually saying it. “I returned the favour. Except, you know, different plumbing.”
Robin and Steve shared a look, almost proud of you. “You need to teach me your ways. If you can go from white at the sight of him on Thursday afternoon to this on Friday, I can absolutely find a girlfriend.”
You hold back your glare, gritting your teeth. You shoot a look at Robin. “Ow! Again!”
You sighed, and sat onto the counter. “Maybe you just suck at dating, ever think about that?” You ask, your voice harsh. “Steve please have some goddamn empathy.”
Steve’s eyes avoided yours for a moment. “Okay, okay. I’m just, genuinely impressed. I mean I knew he would ask you out, he would’ve been crazy not to. I was just expecting a blushing mess for the next two or three weeks, at least before either of you made any moves.” You smile at Steve, he knew how to be a sweetheart when he really wanted to.
A beat paused and Robin said, “Ok so you guys did all that, then what happened?”
You shrugged, kicking the counter. “Well we sat on the couch and talked for a bit before we both realized how tired we were. He gave me a t-shirt to wear, and we fell asleep.” You wondered off into space, thoughts of falling asleep with Eddies strong arms around you, his hair occasionally brushing against your face. “I woke up swearing I must’ve drifted off during the movie.”
Robin smirked at you. You met her eyes and bit back a smile. “Well, then. Sounds like you had fun. When is your date tonight?”
You hopped off the counter to take a look at the returns, figuring it was time to do something while you were at work. “At 7. Could you help me get ready so I don’t end up panicking?”
“Nah, I’m coming over so I can watch you panic.” Robin said, her hands on her hips as she hardly resists laughing when you glare at her. “Also you need to call Nance because I think you owe her a thank you. If it was up to me and Steve it would’ve been way less organized.”
Steve was passing behind you, carrying videos to stock. “Would’ve stuck you in a closet.”
You turned around to face Robin nodding. “And locked the door.”
You smiled at your co-workers, feeling lucky to have friends who care about you like they do. You ended up listening to Steve talk about the girl who came in this morning, her name Marcie and she was looking for a feel good movie for a girls’ night. As you continued working and recommending movies and just being stupid the one thought your mind kept going back to was Eddie and your date tonight.
You were so fucking excited that you ironically almost puked again. Which you were glad you didn’t because Steve would’ve never let you hear the end of it.
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the video of maddox running away from the press makes it online, promptly goes viral, with quite a few news outlets talking about it. maddox doesn't leave her bed for a while, just hugging Joe-Jack and staring out into space. ashlyn or jet will occasionally come and join her, jet reassuring her that it'll be alright, that this'll blow over eventually. ashlyn doesn't say anything, just kissing the back of her neck and holding her.
when ashlyn's holding her, jet goes into another room and puts a hand through his hair.
"i've never seen her like this." carlos mumbles, looking through.
"has this happened before?" gina asks concernedly.
jet lets out a breath. "yuuuup." he says, and his next words are said with bitterness in his voice. "it's the reason maddie had to start homeschool way back."
mmmkay, I have been armed with a permanent keyboard and apples and peanut butter. We have 20 minutes before dawn, lets go!
Of course it cant be simple, in this day and age why would anyone wait for any fucking context....
Somehow its worse that the reporter never got to upload his "interview" if that's what we're calling assault these days. Its worse because so many other people did. Hundreds, Thousands of videos....
God, its an addiction, one after another, video after video, all fragmented, with shit audio, shaky ass camera with a terrible angle. its an indie horror films wet dream, really. unsuspecting bullshit influencer bystander piece of trash catching the worst shot of the films monster, crashing through the set in a shower of wood shards and tearing backing cloth....
God the fucking barrier, god her fucking hands, why does she destroy everything that she touches. Over and over, she keeps watching, searching, for something, anything to say that the barrier was damaged before, that she didn't literally shatter the last line of protection for the crowd in her hands. but nothing, the models old, but only by five years, the paint is unchipped, nothings warped or anything, and shes just a monster.
A monster that shoves children! by the way. Two little kids... they didn't hurt anything, fuck they weren't even trying to stop her, all they were doing was saying hi....
she didn't see them, didn't even realize until the videos started. They were in front of the alley.....God its a miracle their parents didn't come after her, but no she supposes most parents would be a little more focused on their crying child....at least it was just a shove, not like Jet.
oh no, God Jet!
shes done it again, she fucking scratched him! her little brother is hurt, She hurt him. he's bleeding and its all her fault. The little line on his face dripping freely as his hands were busy holding hers down....
The fucking news stations are asking if the set of Romeo and Juliet will be safe for the young actors, people are calling for an investigation of Shallow Lake....Dewey made a statement, but that's only helping so much...
She was walked out of the alley, covered in blood and exhausted, dry-eyed of course, because why would a monster cry for the damages?
because that's right isn't it? The monster in the circus is always the tiger, not the ringmaster, the ringmaster is just 'doing his job', and the tiger hurts people.
JJ takes away the remote, his teeth gently pulling it from her hand.
Shes got her phone in the hotel, which is good, cause shes not allowed to be unsupervised without it. But is does make waiting for the calls more convenient. The call telling her that the PA job is being considered for someone else, the one saying shes too unpredictable to let come back to Shallow Lake, the one saying the school board had made the decision that it would be best for her to resume her teaching and therapy at a different facility.
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Horror Movies
SDC watching a horror movie with you in honor of spooky season. Contains swearing. Reader is implied to be female, but I don’t believe any pronouns are mentioned. Spoilers for certain horror movies. Mentions of horror movie violence.
You let out a squeal of excitement as you grabbed the popcorn from the counter, hustling into the living room and placing it onto the coffee table. Everything was all set up. Various candy boxes scattered the table. A case of soda sat unopened. The movie was already queued up and the remote lay on the couch arm, ready to be played as soon as your boyfriend arrived. A blanket hung on the couch back, yearning to be nestled into. You had even lit a few candles, giving the dimmed room a spooky feel. It also smelled like pumpkin. Scary movie night was all set. You rubbed your hands together.
You checked the time—he should be here any minute. You couldn’t wait. You made sure to choose a movie you both had never seen before, excited for all the jump scares. Halloween was your favorite time of year, and you couldn’t be happier to spend it with the person you loved.
The doorbell rang and you clapped happily. Finally! Skipping over, you swung the door open, immediately beckoning your boyfriend inside. You closed the door behind him and raced to the couch, plopping down as you wrapped the blanket around yourself. You had already pressed play before he could even get his shoes off. You couldn’t wait any longer. Horror! Now!
Jotaro
He let out a scoff, hanging up his coat before making his way over to the couch nonchalantly. Even in a hurry, he stayed calm and unbothered. “Good grief. Let me sit down first.” He took a seat next to you, barely brushing against your blanket-covered form. You threw some of the blanket over his lap, nestling against his cool form. You shushed him from saying anything else.
“The movie’s starting. Have some popcorn and candy.”
You watched intently as the opening credits played. The movie title “The Devil Below” flashed on screen. It was supposed to be a creature feature—your absolute favorite. There was something about things lurking just beyond human understanding that got you so excited—like there was more than what humans knew just waiting to be discovered.
You chowed down on some popcorn, getting sucked in as soon as the film started. Besides the occasional snarky comment from you, the pair of you were silent. You didn’t jump or hide your face, instead focusing on the screen in front of you like the tv would disappear if you took your eyes off of it. You didn’t want to miss a second. You honed in on every blood splatter, creature roar, and gunshot. You made sure to note every little detail. The best movies always nailed the details.
Meanwhile, Jotaro kept his hat tilted low as he paid attention to everything but the movie. At every loud sound, he forced himself not to jump or latch onto your form. He was never into horror movies, only watching them when you suggested it. He’d never admit it. . . but they always scared him. He could face real life death and violence without batting an eye, but for some reason he could never sit still when watching scary films. Maybe because there was nothing he could do about it. It was all a movie, so he couldn’t just fight the bad guys. He had to sit and watch as it all went down.
Unbeknownst to him, you secretly picked horror movies just to witness him scootch up next to you, practically pulling you onto his lap as he jumped at every bang or pop. He wasn’t usually a cuddler, but by the end of the movie he had his face buried in your neck as you munched away on sweets, unbothered.
His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, and you felt him tense up almost constantly. You reached behind you, giving his shoulder a pat. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.” You flexed jokingly. “I’ll punch the shit out of these monsters with no problem. Don’t worry about it.”
“Shut up,” he muttered, still nestled against you tightly. “Just—tell me when the credits roll.”
Soon after he spoke, the credits appeared, and you heard him breathe a sigh of relief. “Finally. That shit’s over.”
You snorted. “It honestly wasn’t that scary. I’ve seen better. Maybe I’ll find us a better one real quick—” you reached for the remote, but Jotaro snatched it before you had the chance.
“No. I’m picking the next one. And it’s NOT going to be horror.”
You shook your head, craning your neck to plant a kiss on his cheek. “Okay, you big scaredy-cat. We’ll watch another movie genre now.”
Avdol
“What movie is this,” he questioned as he made himself comfortable on the couch. He pulled the blanket over his lap, swinging an arm around your shoulders. “A horror movie, I’m assuming?”
You nodded. “It’s Halloween time. It would be a sin not to watch as many as possible. Besides, it’s a classic that we’ve actually never seen yet—”The Thing!””
He gave you a funny look. “We just watched this movie. What’re you talking about?”
You shook your head. “Nuh-uh. We watched the remake. This is the original. Totally different.”
He laughed. “Right. Okay, then. Why didn’t we watch this one first? That would’ve made more sense.”
“I confess—I didn’t realize the remake was a remake of anything until a few hours ago so now we have to watch the original to make up for my mistake.”
With that, you pulled the popcorn bowl into your lap, the two of you munching as you focused on the film in front of you.
You weren’t a horror movie person usually, you had to admit, but during Halloween you felt it only made sense to watch horror and nothing but horror—even if you were kind of a wuss. You spent most of the movie with your face buried into your boyfriend’s side, his hand on your back. He rubbed your back comfortingly. You’d only peak out when he said the scary part was over. Needless to say, there were a lot of scary scenes being that it was, in fact, a scary movie.
By the time it was over, your whole body felt sore from tensing up. You pulled away from Avdol’s side, shooting him an embarrassed smile. “I’ve watched scarier,” you quipped.
“You didn’t really watch it,” he replied, kissing your forehead. “But alright. Whatever you say.”
You scrunched up your nose. “I watched enough to know that I will definitely be having nightmares tonight. You’re not secretly an alien, right?”
He pulled you onto his lap. “You’ve discovered my secret,” he teased, a playful look in his eyes. “Now I’ll have to destroy you!”
You squealed as he tickled your sides, breathlessly pleading with him to stop. “No! I won’t tell anyone! I swear! Spare me!”
He ceased his tickling, pecking your cheek. “I’ll make sure you sleep soundly tonight. No aliens or nightmares will get to you, love.”
“D’aww,” you cooed, wrapping your arms around his neck as you nestled against him. “You’re so cute when you’re all protective and reassuring. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You slept soundly that night.
Polnareff
Polnareff wasted no time in jumping on the couch next to you, gathering you into his arms and making sure the blanket covered you both. He grabbed a handful of popcorn, already chowing down. “What’re we watching today, cherie?”
“Saw,”” you replied, stealing some popcorn from his hand. “It’s more of a thriller than horror I guess but I thought it was about time we watched it. It’s got like five sequels or something, so we might as well binge them all.”
“This is the one where he’s gotta saw his leg off or something in the bathroom, right?” he muttered between bites.
You nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty intense, I guess. I just kinda want to see if I could survive some of these traps. Like, no offense to all the people that died in those things but I feel like I’d totally make it out. I dunno.”
He burst out laughing.
Just like you said, you insisted on explaining your escape plan everytime they demonstrated a different trap. Luckily you started the first movie early in the day—it turns out there were in fact eight sequels, not five.
By the time the credits rolled on “Spiral” you two had gone through the entire candy stash, a twelve-pack of soda, and two large pizzas ordered midway through the third movie. It was also three in the morning.
“So, I just feel like I wouldn’t get captured in the first place, but I have confidence I could not only escape, but kill John himself if I were to get captured,” you explained, loopy with tiredness. “Like, c’mon. Pressing a button to gouge out an eye? All you gotta do is press it! Why’d he even hesitate? Stupid. Don’t even get me started on the ones where it’s just making a decision about someone else dying. . .”
“What about the traps that were designed to be impossible?” he replied, scratching your scalp as you lay on his chest.
“I’d figure it out,” you muttered. “I’m just. . . built different. John doesn’t stand a chance. They just weren’t trying hard enough, I feel like. Anyway, that’s my “Why I Would Win At Saw TedTalk”.”
Polnareff let out a chuckle, prepping a reply, but halted when he looked to see you fast asleep. He pulled the blankets closer, giving your forehead a kiss before nestling into the couch further. “Sweet dreams, cherie,” he whispered. “Today was fun.”
Kakyoin
“Hey,” he chastised, rushing to hang up his jacket and get his shoes off. “Don’t start it without me!” He plopped down next to you, ripping the blanket from your grasp and covering himself with it.
“Hey! Nori! I was using that!” you scolded, attempting to pry the blanket back. He didn’t budge.
“You started the movie without me. This is payback.”
“It’s just the opening credits! You missed a few seconds! Now gimme that back! I’m cold!”
He spread it out so you each got half. “There. We can share.”
You huffed, cracking open a soda. “You’re such a bully sometimes.”
He rolled his eyes. “Don’t act like you’re completely innocent, either. Anyway, what horror movie is it today?”
“Cloverfield,” you replied, leaning against him. He elbowed you lightly. “You think you can just steal my warmth now?”
You elbowed him back before latching onto his arm. “Yes. Now shut up.”
You knew Kakyoin was a nerd when it came to certain things, but you didn’t fully realize that also applied to movies—sure, the two of you had watched movies together before, but you supposed there was just something about this particular movie that had him commenting on everything.
“It’s really impressive how they shot the whole movie like it was found footage—they’re obviously not the first to do that, but I think applying that idea to a Godzilla-esque movie puts a nice twist on it. It also really emphasizes just how large the monster itself is.”
“Yeah,” you replied absentmindedly, unsure of how to continue that conversation. “Anyway, I hope they don’t end up killing the monster—I just think he’s neat.”
“Well, I think in order to truly pay homage to the movies that came before it, it would only make sense for them to kill the monster in the end, or possibly pull something where the monster isn’t actually evil, but given what we’ve seen thus far, I doubt they’ll go that route. I think it’ll show the true evil in the end is human-kind being that they’re willing to destroy the entire city and everyone in it to destroy the monster. It really makes you think.”
You cleared your throat. “Totally.”
He let out an embarrassed laugh. “I sound like a teacher or something, don’t I? Talking about symbolism in a horror movie.”
You shrugged, pecking his cheek. “I think it’s cute that you think about the intent behind the movie instead of just mindlessly watching it.”
“Thank you,” he said, nudging you affectionately. “But I’ll try to shut up and watch it now.”
He kept his word, waiting until he spotted the credits rolling to turn off the TV and start his commentary. He turned to you to voice his opinions on the film only to see you sleeping soundly, snoring as you nestled against him. Wordlessly, he snuggled into the blankets, leaning your unconscious form closer to him as he closed his eyes. He’ll nerd out about the movie later. Right now, he could use a nice nap with you by his side.
Joseph
“Hold your horses, sweetheart,” he chuckled, scooping you up and gathering you into his arms. He planted a kiss on your cheek. “Can’t I at least get a hello?”
You laughed, pecking his lips before adjusting the blanket over the two of you. “Hi, love. Now quiet. Movie’s starting.”
“Don’t I get to know what we’re watching?”
“”Nightmare on Elm Street. It’s a classic,” you said, hands busy opening a box of candy. You offered him some which he gladly accepted.
“This is the guy with the freaky claw hands, right? Freddy something-or-other.”
“Yeah, now shhh!”
He rested his chin on your shoulder, huffing. “Don’t you shush me.”
You pressed a finger to his lips. “Shush. No talking during the movie.”
It turns out Joseph was the type of person who couldn’t shut up long enough to watch a film. He had to make a quip at everything, and while you always found his comments funny, there was a part of you that actually wanted to watch the movie—surprising, right?
You determined your best strategy to combat this was constantly offering him snacks so he’d be too busy eating to talk, but the man was a bottomless pit. You’d gone through everything a quarter of the way in, and were left defenseless as he continued his jokes.
Eventually, you had to say something.
“Sweetie,” you whispered, finding his hand in the dark. You squeezed it. “I love you. But I’m going to need you to shut the fuck up for just a little while, okay?”
He snorted. “No need to get sassy,” he replied, returning your hand squeeze with one of his own. “I’ll try to keep quiet from here on out, but no promises.”
He actually managed to get through the rest of the film with only the occasional bit of banter, but you honestly regretted telling him to keep quiet—the movie itself wasn’t that great, and you weren’t really sure why it spawned so many sequels. Of course, you would rather die than admit this fact to Joseph—it would immediately go to his head. He doesn’t need any more of an ego.
In the end, you simply turned off the film and leaned against him, letting out a yawn. “Care for a cat-nap after watching a movie entirely dedicated to a killer who hunts you in your sleep, love?”
He chuckled, arms wrapping around your waist as he made the two of you comfortable laying down. “He wouldn’t stand a chance against me, sweetheart.”
You pressed yourself against his chest, letting his heartbeat lull you to bed. “Damn right.”
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*read horrorshow the nth time*
do you have any fav horror movies to recommend?
I've probably recommended all of these before but here we go again with the bad takes! Wahoo! OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD
The Exorcist - my most favorite horror movie ever. I don't think a lot of people find the actual spooky ghosty stuff scary (unsettling for sure) but the characters are next level and the production and acting are unmatched. Ellen Burstyn's performance as a mother losing her mind trying, and failing, to save her daughter is haunting. It also lead to me doing my best Greek grandmother impression whenever I say Dimi, so there is that.
Jacob's Ladder - an inspiration for the first Silent Hill, this movie portrays unreality as well as Perfect Blue. It's super disorienting and impactful, I watched it coming out of a project focusing on the Vietnam War and... yeah, it's pretty miserable. Although there is a lot of horrific imagery, t's a genuinely heart-breaking film in some places. The core of horror is trauma, right?
Hereditary - the ending is pretty scary, but the thing that stands out in this movie is how miserable it is. Like with the previous two I wouldn't recommend it on the fear factor, it's more of a character deconstruction through the lens of a horrifying situation. Alex Wolff's character is masterfully written and executed. Obviously I've never dealt with such severe trauma, but his response and mental decline is very relatable.
Midsommar - It's the cult movie. People say it's boring, I disagree, but it's not really scary either. More... uncomfortable. I love that the protagonist is already in such a vulnerable and destructive state. Like she's just not doing well. It's been a huge inspiration in my own writing, and Florence Pugh is lovely. Like with Anya Taylor-Joy, it was interesting to see her get so popular after being a contentiously reviewed horror movie.
Blair Witch Project - who hasn't seen this? It remains at the very top of the found footage genre for a reason, the entire thing is amazing. People say it's lost its luster with the oversaturation, but I disagree, the acting and style of the OG sets it apart.
The Witch - the first thing I ever saw Anya Taylor-Joy in before she was everywhere. Solid movie, it uses all period accurate dialogue. It's not my favorite from a horror standpoint, but the scenario alone is sickening enough to be a selling point. The dad character's actor has a nice voice, don't @ me.
Perfect Blue - there is nothing I could say about Perfect Blue that hasn't been said before, but it is a masterpiece. Watch it. If you like animation, if you like psychological studies, if you like feeling real icky, watch it. Just do it.
Se7en - more of a thriller I suppose, but it definitely works as a horror. It's up there with my faves and is another movie that's been an inspiration in my writing.
It Follows - I mention this because I was listening to the soundtrack, but its a beautifully shot film with a very strong aesthetic vision. It's the "demon STD" movie, which is dumb and imo pushes some really harmful narratives about STD's and I'd say that the far more impactful reading is sexual trauma.
Suspiria (2018) - I'm not one for body horror but there's a scene in this that just... woah. I've never seen the original but I know the new one is very different, and it's amazing. I might be alone in this but it's a shame Dakota Johnson is in such trash movies because I think she's so cute.
The Shining - another classic that must go on this list because it is, unironically, just that good. Shelley Duvall deserved better, that's a fact. That her performance was so fantastic is astounding to me. It's funny that people say that her reaction is unrealistic when that was her genuine reaction to being put in a traumatic situation. Amazing film, she is a star.
I'm definitely missing some movies but such is the way my brain doesn't work. Thank you for your time <3
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ONOMGKNGKMGOGMGM UHHHH 4TOWN IN AN ESCAPE ROOM WHAT DO THE MEMBERS DO AND STUFF
LIKE DO THEY PANIC WHEN THERE'S LIKE 5 MINUTES LEFT OR SOMETHING?
4town members in an escape room headcanons!!
Idk how I didn’t see this it’s literally from 2 months ago lol I’m so sorry
Robaire and Jesse take it very seriously. Sometimes they can get really short with the other members because of how focused they are. They’re actively trying to solve the puzzles and advance to the next part. Not that the others don’t help, but Tae and the Aaron’s are there more so to have fun. They goof off a lot when they’re supposed to be searching for clues and then they get yelled at by Robaire and Jesse which only makes them laugh more. What really pisses Robaire and Jesse off is when they spend too long trying to figure something out while Tae and T and Z are just hanging out and having fun in the background, and then T will cut it out for a second and go over to take a look and he’ll figure it out instantly and they’re like “WE SPENT ALL THIS TIME OVER HERE AND YOU COULD’VE JUST DONE THAT!?” They have also made the mistake of going to horror-themed escape rooms more than once (I don’t know how they ever talked Z into it). This is not a peaceful scenario. Jesse and Robaire are extra panicked and yell a lot. When there are jump scares, T is screaming “HOLY SHIT. HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK.” And then he runs to the corner of the room to cower and tightly squeeze Z, who is practically sobbing with his eyes shut tightly and rocking back and forth. Tae shockingly isn’t as loud in these, the terror is more present in his facial expressions. If something really scares Z he might get an adrenaline rush and do something really out of character like this lmfao:
And then he runs back to the corner and continues crying and hugging T. Sometimes (in a modern universe) they film each other and wind up cracking up at it later.
These were so fun to make. I hope you liked them :)
Keep the requests coming!!
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Dracula (1931) movie review by someone who's been reading Dracula Daily
So, a few days ago I watched the 1931 Dracula film. The one with Bela Legosi. I had actually seen the movie before several years ago, but I didn't remember very much of it, and of course I hadn't read the book back then. Now that I've been doing Dracula Daily, let me give my thoughts on the film. SPOILERS FOR THE MOVIE AND IF YOU'RE NOT CAUGHT UP ON DRACULA DAILY
The thing that made me the most mad about this adaptation is that Lucy's storyline is just glossed over. Like, she appeared in literally one scene, and then in the next the doctors are over her body and declare her dead. That's it! No emotional impact whatsoever! Lucy has maybe two minutes of screentime at most, and her death does not effect the other characters at all. It's like she was an afterthought on the writers' part. Like they're making the script and someone was like 'oh wasn't there like that one girl that Dracula kills? Maybe we should mention that somewhere.' 'Ok, Joe we'll get a girl off the street to do the scene before lunch.' It was so infuriating! In the book, Lucy's death was the driving force that lead the main characters to hunt Dracula down. She was so beloved by all the characters, but here??? She's just another nameless victim of the vampire.
Ok, now that I got the factor I hated the most out of the way, I'll bring up my second most hated. Mina's entire character has been reduced to the typical damsel-in-distress archetype. She's no longer the courageous, intelligent, gender nonconforming woman she is in the original story. Instead they made her the same helpless, screaming woman that they show in every horror film in the 30's. Just about every scene she's in, she's crying or screaming her husband's name or being under the complete control of Dracula. She has no agency, and she doesn't do anything to drive the plot forward. My point is the female characters were done dirty this movie.
Arthur and Quincey are completely omitted. No fun cowboy or rich some guy shenanigans to be found here.
Jack Seward is an old man, and about the same age as Van Helsing, which completely changes the dynamic between the two. Instead of having a teacher-mentor relationship with a very strong familial bond, instead they just sorta act like business partners??? Like, if I hadn't read the book I wouldn't have any idea that these two were supposed to have a close friendship. Also they made him Mina's father for some reason???
Bela Lugosi as Dracula and Dwight Frye as Renfield were by far the most entertaining aspects of the movie. Lugosi does a legitimatly good job portraying such a creepy and otherworldly character, and I can see why this is his most famous film role. And Frye's performance as Renfield, I'd argue is even creepier. He makes a very good madman. But as good as these actors were, my biggest gripe is that their characters got WAY too much screentime. The filmmakers decided to give all the spotlight to the villains when they should've focused more on Jonathan and Mina. Or, ya know, LUCY!!!
As for Jonathan, his character was fine I guess. They kinda watered him down to just the concerned husband who has to save his screaming helpless wife. At least he actually cares about Mina, and they didn't make him a heartless douche like in some adaptations. Still, he's pretty bland, which is sad because he had such a rich character in the book.
Van Helsing was also fine. He was basically the only character who moved the plot forward. His interactions with Dracula were also pretty cool, and the two had the sort of nemesis chemistry that became iconic in later adaptations of Dracula. Still wish they had given that same kind of chemistry with the other characters.
The sets in this movie were great! The castle at the start of the film is like something out of a nightmare, and it sets the mood for the whole film. There's also the lack of a music score, which makes the film all the more unsettling. I'll give the filmmakers props for that.
I did not care for how they did Renfield's death in this movie. They still had him betray Dracula to protect Mina, but they had him die begging for mercy and pledging his loyalty to Dracula. They made him die a coward instead of fighting the bat bitch himself like a Chad. RIP Renfield, you did not deserve to be disrespected like this.
The pacing of this movie was really weird?? The runtime is under 80 minutes, which is no where near enough to cover all the plot points from the OG story. So they just kinda move from one plot point to the next w/o much of a transition. Like the whole thing with Lucy. And even Dracula's attack on Mina happened offscreen and was only mentioned by the characters later. I really wish they had made this a series of movies instead of compiling everything into an hour.
Overall, its a fine movie on its own. But as an adaptation of Dracula? Awful. At least there's no Dracmina romance subplot in this version. But they basically watered down every character to fit a horror film archetype, and put way too much focus on the villains instead of the main characters. 4/10
#dracula daily#dracula#dracula spoilers#movie review#dracula daily spoilers#bela lugosi#jonathan harker#mina harker#lucy westenra#abraham van helsing#jack seward#rm renfield#dracula adaptations
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Author Notes on The Rubber Factory
The Author Notes series is a long running segment on my Patreon that covers my personal thoughts on my published stories, including writing tricks I used for certain scenes as well as how and why I set up my stories in a certain way.
Going forward I will be publishing Author notes that are at least one year old to the public.
I hope you enjoy this behind the scenes format of this post while I continue to work on the next story.
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Link to the story in question
Oh boy, this was a doozy of a story. This one was a gift for someone and the story prompt I was given for the story was Rubber, control, and transformation. With that I decided to revisit the Living Doll story setting, but add a bit more context and twists this time.
Initially I had the sub not ‘get’ the appeal of rubber and latex on principle but I felt that was a bit lazy and forced. I hit up one of my gear head resources to come up with realistic reasons why someone would be hesitant or reluctant to put on rubber all the time. The answer given was; the effort for upkeep and the lube and prep getting into it. With that I also wrote the backstory that Craig was more gun-ho on the idea of rubber than the sub, which also caused a bit of friction between them.
I was given the ok to go full 180 on a character with the sub turning from a brat to a happy little drone at the end. I did this with the ‘show don't tell’ approach with the sub constantly dragging his feet on everything and being moody about everything about this appointment.
The bratty behaviors of the sub I borrowed from every moody teenage character from every family movie and T.V show; petty displays of actions and sulking. On top of that I wrote in a few reasons to be reluctant with the appointment; the early wake up and long ride across the city.
As for the creep factor: this is once again in the Author notes where I mention the horror aspect of my writing.
It was my choice to put the rubber store in a warehouse to begin seeding the creep factor. It was also practical realism, if I had a nickel for every popup company in a warehouse I would be a rich man.
This time I used a LOT of build up to the eventual twist . The same build up in Slasher films that had the slow build up to the suspense by sprinkling in the scenery before the big reveal. The sign, the layout and interior of the shop, the posters of the other drones, the assistant's conversation, and of course the ‘attitude adjustment’ line by Giovanni.
Giovanni was supposed to just be a no description and no-name character like ‘The Handler’ in my other stories, but as the story developed more and more in the drafts his involvement warranted a name and description.
The measuring was drawn upon my time I had to get measured for a tuxedo ...a long while ago as well as the hairdressers, where people work around you and on you without engaging with you. I mean there's always idle chats at those locations but the staff are always more focused on their tasks at hand.
I actually had to look up youtube videos on how cat suits are measured and made to write the authentic experience and workstation with scissors, zippers and glue. Before I did the research I had the work station include needle, thread and a sewing machine, which was totally off. Bottom line: Always do your research fellas, it’ll prevent you from looking like a fool.
I wrote about that to lull the sub into a sense of comfort until the prick of the nanobots. Like horror and street magic I had Giovanni swoop in and reaffirm that it was all ok and necessary to the process to distract the sub with something else. Like horror movies I had an opportunity for the sub to walk away and leave in a huff but the thought process that he was already there and between the implied price and being halfway done he decided to stay which sealed his fate. Sunk Cost fallacy, look it up!
Soon the suit was done and of course it was a perfect fit. To get the sub to humor Giovanni with the suit there was the line about the custom made lube that acts as a moisturizer. I don't know if water based lube does any harm to one’s skin care over all nor do I know if there is a moisturizing lube out there that has vitamins and aloe in it.
With the suit on, the sub was able to leave when a sleepy and dizzy spell overcame him and again it was attributed to the other aspects of the day as Giovanni again swooped in and offered his couch to nap on.
The nap was a segue to a dream sequence, I left it vague but I meant it to be about the sub looking at the inside of his own skill, with the white domed walls and the changes in your gut was supposed to be the physical reorganization done by the nanobots. A English lit major could also claim that the feeling of movement in his dream body was the change of the self, the change in his own Persona ….4 Golden on Steam for 19.99 USD. Go play it right now!
After that dream the sub faded back to conscience with people talking around him but without context the sub couldn’t make out what it’s about until he came through and this is where the big reveal took place and where the fun began.
I started with Craig issuing the demand to get up, which was answered by a bratty and lazy response by the sub. He tried it again and that solicited a response with a fire lit under him, my best attempt to convey the idea how someone’s subconscious could be reprogrammed to be complied to follow.
From there Giovanni ran down the list of cool features like a car dealer on the phone app because everything's on an app these days. From there it led to body modification, which I am not happy to admit is verbatim from the living doll story even with the same beats.
It went from the tone and achievable body, then big and impressive bodybuilder to the small and petite. It was there I went on the other request this person requested to include, Boobs.
To introduce it I gave it the good ole ballooning scene, as the pecs kept growing before the support gave out and they fell with a satisfying jiggle. Another paragraph about feeling them and getting the touch sensation on both sides and the truth sets in.
The sub tried to protest in any way possible which set off a notification on the phone, which lead to Giovanni to highlight the biggest feature and something that this whole story was leading up to
It was why I gave the dom and name and why the sub never addressed him with an honorific title. Why I had the sub have so many bratty behaviors and why he was so reluctant to participate
Because it all got wiped away at the touch of a button and to signify that I had the narration switched with it. Now it was ‘Master Craig’ and ‘Head Designer Giovanni’. The sub was now grateful for the change and thanks Giovanni with a handshake. With the total remodeling of his character there was no problem with the sub patiently waiting on Craig as he took his time shopping and browsing the inventory. Along with holding Craig’s bags and now the sub to be the one opening the door on the way out onto a bright and sunny new day.
This was one of my more ambitious stories and like Mall Trip: the Movie, there were times in both that I wanted to create a break to make it a two-parter but I pushed through and I think both posts were better because of it.
Between this and Mall Trip; The movie I actually got mental burned out on writing fiction stories which is why there was a break in content for two weeks, which I used to write author notes and relaxed instead.
Burnout is real even for things you enjoy doing.
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3 for the touch meme, dealer's choice on who!
3. hiding face in neck
this is your daily reminder that the courfius ship is ✨top tier✨
(tw for some mild horror imagery, I guess?)
Marius supposes that knocking on your date's door for your first real, official date feels a lot more significant...when said door isn't right next to your own bedroom.
Courfeyrac opens it quickly, with a smile so wide his deep brown eyes are crinkling at the corners. They'd agreed to take it slowly, casually, so he's not dressed up, just wearing the pair of soft grey sweats he wears round the house, and a hoodie. Marius is dressed similarly- They're staying in tonight, just ordering pizza and watching a movie on the sofa.
Slow. Casual.
Dinner goes well, although the look Courfeyrac gives him for asking for pineapple on his pizza is far too judgemental for Marius' liking.
"Shut up," he mutters, when Courfeyrac stares at him, "I like it."
"Of course you do," Courfeyrac replies, and the fondness in his voice and the kiss he presses to Marius' cheek heats him from the inside out.
Things go downhill after dinner.
"Want to watch a movie?" Courfeyrac asks. "I bought popcorn."
Marius knows it's stupid to not want the night to end when he's sitting in his own living room, but that's how he feels, so he tells Courfeyrac he can pick a film and goes to the kitchen to make the popcorn (Courfeyrac always burns it).
When he comes back with the popcorn, Courfeyrac has a Netflix title card loaded and paused onscreen.
"You're okay with horror movies, right?" he asks, "I've wanted to watch this one for ages."
Hm.
Marius isn’t sure what the movie is about- It’s something to do with ghosts, or maybe demons, and a big family home where the children start acting weird and doors keep slamming at random moments. There might be a haunted doll, he’s not sure. He’s trying very hard to watch the movie without actually watching it, focusing on the top right corner on the screen and the feeling of Courfeyrac’s arm around the back of the sofa. He always slings it there casually when they’re watching TV together, but the knowledge that they’re technically on a date right now, and the way it’s slightly closer to the back of his neck than normal, gives a weight to the action that wasn’t there before, and Marius wants to lean into his touch.
Before long, he ends up doing more than that. Marius chances a glance at the screen at the completely wrong moment- A demon or monster or something leaps out of no where and drags one of the characters into the darkness- and he gives a strangled half-scream and turns away, ending up with his face buried in the smooth skin of Courfeyrac’s neck.
The sounds of the movie pause, and then Marius feels gentle fingers under his chin, pushing it up until his eyes meet Courfeyrac’s.
“Hey,” he says softly, “Is the movie too much for you? We can turn it off and watch something else if you want? Sorry, I didn’t mean to force you into it if it’s not your thing.”
Marius swallows. It’s nice of Courfeyrac to offer, but if he can’t be brave when it comes to horror movies, he can be brave for this.
“You didn’t force me into anything. It’s okay, you can finish it,” he says, and leans across and presses a kiss, quick and chaste, to Courfeyrac’s lips, before settling down against his side and pressing his face into his neck again. He smells of cologne, and a little bit like popcorn. “As long as you don’t mind me staying here.��
Courfeyrac laughs and tightens his arm around Marius’ shoulder, and Marius hides his face in Courfeyrac’s neck again, and holds him a little tighter during the jumpscares
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Just Some Skinamarink Thoughts
I watched the movie during all the buzz. But like most people who feel like they got it, I can't stop thinking about it. I watched it the way I feel you should. I concentrated on it. I didn't let my attention wander. I focused deeply. I let it get under my skin. Then proceeded to have the weirdest panic attack I've ever had post-viewing. Firstly, horror movies don't give me panic attacks, so this was a singular kind of experience. Also, it wasn't until much latter that I realized my manic running around the house and laughing hysterically and making my niece come downstairs so I could regale her with a recap was... panic. Disguised as excitement that made it nearly impossible to sleep. The movie got to me.
If you are willing to take the time, the core story reveals itself. It's dark as shit. Again, I'm not talking about the cinematography. I'm talking about what happens to the kids, especially Kevin. I'm not here to do a SKINAMARINK EXPLAINED! I'm just saying what I got out of it was... Kevin is in a kind of hell now. And he's just a baby, so what kind of understanding of that hell can he even have, which makes it even worse. It wasn't just visuals, is the point I'm trying to make. It fucked with me more deeply than that.
I can honestly say it's one of the most powerful horror film experiences I've ever had, and I admire it a great deal. I also will never watch it again. Maybe in ten years when my memories are fuzzy and I'm trying to recall exactly what it was about it that made me feel like getting my house blessed. But this is not the kind of film I find rewatchable. Just my very biased opinion.
In digesting all of this, I realized something. What the hell is Kyle Edward Ball supposed to do next? In directing Skinamarink, he divided horror fans straight down the middle. He rocked the industry, and whether you like it or not, Skinamarink is going to be talked about among films like Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Halloween, Eraserhead, The Blair Witch Project, Psycho... You know, the ones that made filmmakers make their films differently forever after. The reason we have sudden BOOMS in a certain kind of film, for better or for worse. There will be imitators. It will become trendy. Even if just on the indie scene, especially because movies like Skinamarink aren't expensive to make compared to the Hollywood machine.
So is he supposed to make another Skinamarink? I think most people would NOT recommend that. Because at this point, it so split audiences I think he'd automatically have half of the people he had in the first place just from buzz. He has to know that. Directors read reviews. So then... do you make a narrative film? With a normal set of characters and a story like everyone else? Does anyone especially want to see the Skinamarink guy do that? He appears to have skills, but Skinamarink is so incredibly experimental, it makes it hard to tell if those skills would lend themselves to non-experimental film-making. If he made a normal narrative film like every other Joe Shmo, would he fall on his face?
And I bet you dollars to donuts he's asking himself this very same stuff RIGHT NOW. *Twilight Zone Music* This leads into another question. Do you take a break after kicking horror in the face this hard? Do you wait? Should you strike while the iron is hot before they call you a one hit wonder and forget your name?
Honestly, I feel bad for this cat. Following this act is going to be a feat. If he has more nightmares to share, I'll watch them. He's intrigued me with his work more than I can say. I just hope this process and the aftermath hasn't chewed him up and spit him out. Because critics and that Hollywood machine I mentioned earlier are not gentle.
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@awesomeuchuu asked: 👤 + Eichi 8D 👤 + May I please ask for Kanata too? (and yeeeeeee take your time 8D Just have fun with it hehehehe)
send me 👤+ a character name for my muse’s opinion on that character
“He knows an awful lot about both hamburgers and hospitals, Eichi-san! That’s not really common among the aristocrats and nouveau riche families in Novoselic, so I asked Togami-san if other heirs to businesses also were familiar with hamburgers and hospitals, if it was a unique characteristic of the offspring of Japan’s most affluent families. In turn, he called me an idiot and condemned my taste in reading material. I don’t think that was very kind of him, because I simply wanted to learn more about this country and I also wanted to show him a feature article in Occult Magazine about a family who has created a retail empire entirely by stores focused on Halloween, costumes, and mass-produced dark artifacts and yet they’re only open for business three months out of the year. They must make enough of an income to sustain themselves as they create more new inventory to celebrate the most important season. Unfortunately, Occult Magazine was far more focused on asking them about which cursed items, that may or may not have summoned higher-ranking demons in Hell, they were planning to produce out of plastic and flashing lights to sell for inexpensive prices for consumers on the mass-market to decorate their homes with. Honestly, I’d rather find real artifacts in various shops I’m not supposed to be visiting, but that can be very time-consuming.”
“But Eichi-san seems quite nice, and he likes good chocolate. I shall endeavor to continue his education of horror films whenever he is interested and able to meet me. I wonder if his idol music group might want to do songs with an occult or horror theme? They could have spooky costumes and everything! I’m sure that would be a great success, I shall suggest it to him when we meet next!”
“Oh, it is very troublesome, Kanata-san’s predicament. You see: I believe he wishes to become one with water and yet he is unable to swim. It is good he can acquire proper hydration but with the extent of his love and hobby of water, I think it would be in his best interest to learn how to swim. Then he could visit the ocean and all of his sea friends whenever he wishes! Mostly though, his passion in life revolves entirely around water and everything related to it. I believe he shouldn’t visit anywhere that may qualify as a desert: I think he’d be quite miserable. He also loves making tiny stuffed animal dolls, but these are mostly water creatures as well.”
“Speaking of water creatures, I wonder if he’d like Creature From the Black Lagoon, The Host, or The Shape of Water? Or perhaps he’d like films that feature sharks or giant, human-eating water snakes? Godzilla may even qualify as an aquatic horror film monster, but I enjoy cheering for him in all of his films anyway.”
#more-than-a-princess answered#awesomeuchuu#(Character opinion meme)#Non-Despair AU: Hope's Peak Academy verse#(Time to apologize for Sonia yet again)#(And yes she's insinuating that Occult Magazine did a feature on the Spirit Halloween store empire)#(Togami is always tired of Sonia's shit)#(But he puts up with it because she is well-mannered and has good taste in everything except her hobbies)
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Japanese Horror Films Influence on American Cinema
The Japanese Horror movement from the 1990’s and 2000’s had a major influence on American filmmaking. Films such as: The Ring, The Grudge (Ju-on), and Dark Water all were original Japanese films before being modified to Hollywood classics. With the boom of J-Horror, America decided to take advantage and revolutionize what they considered the horror genre.
Japanese Horror movies typically focused on using revenge as the common motive of whatever ghost or spirit is haunting the characters. The plot is usually uncanny and unpredictable with many twists leaving the audience trying to figure out what might happen all the way until the very end. The specific horror used is more psychological, with a breakdown of family or reality, a lot of which is left unexplained. The first example of America adopting this methodology that I will be talking about is Ringu, remade into The Ring by Gore Verbinski.
Gore Verbinski in an interview says the strength of a horror movie is if they do their job correctly they will ruin our dinner. With his American remake of the Japanese film Ringu (1998) he did just that with the premise of his film. In this interview titled “The Ring (2002) Making Of The Origin of Terror, he speaks on urban myths and how they have a viral aspect, influencing him to direct his Hollywood classic. The film stars Naomi Watts and Martin Henderson and centers around a videotape that kills you seven days after you watch it. The protagonist in the film watches the tape then gets a phone call saying just that, “seven days.” Now during the entirety of watching The Ring, we know what is supposed to happen and get to see if finally someone is able to put the pieces together and break the curse. Gore Verbinski copies the cinematic techniques of the stylistic movements the J-Horror boom brought with his film having vengeful spirits that are portrayed through everyday objects that are used (at the time videotapes). See more of his interview here:
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The next film and director I decided to key in on when describing the influence Japanese Horror movements have on cinema history is Walter Salles and his movie Dark Waters (2005). The premise of the film follows a single mother and her struggles with a very recent divorce. The single mother and her daughter live in an apartment where a dead child haunts them in an attempt to find someone to be their mother. Salles focuses on how the spirit struggles with trauma of loneliness and a gruesome death. In an interview, he describes a lot of his films as having the absence of a father, which is something that can connect to some of his audience, which J-Horror does a lot of. He talks more about it in a video here:
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The Japanese Horror boom during the 1990’s and 2000’s started a movement in America that potentially saved the horror film genre as a whole. A lot of American cinema is internationally influenced and it is shown in the filmmaking of The Ring and Dark Water.
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