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octuscle · 1 year

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Take Me Home, Country Roads

Konstantin had been looking forward to his year as an exchange student for over a year. At first, his parents had expressed massive concerns about whether he was mature enough to spend a year abroad on his own. Konstantin had just turned 17, but he still looked much younger. Puberty was not yet showing any significant effects. And if he was already being teased in his familiar environment at home for being too small for his age and looking too childish, what would it be like in the U.S.? Only after the agency had assured that Konstantin would be placed in a first-class family with an excellent environment did his parents agree. A year had passed since then, and Konstantin still looked like a slightly overweight lad of maybe 14. Even though he had just passed his 18th birthday. But the son of his host family in Boston seemed to have similar interests to him and also looked physically more like a late developer. The two had developed a promising pen pal relationship, so nothing seemed to stand in the way of a successful exchange year. And then everything that could go wrong did.

At the airport in Boston, Konstantin was met by a representative of the agency. There had been a bereavement in his host family and the parents were currently unable to take care of another guest son. Fortunately, another exchange student had dropped out due to illness. Therefore, they were now forced to send Konstantin to Louisiana to the family to which the absent guest son should have gone. Southern states instead of New England, Konstantin thought. There it might be difficult to learn a reasonably accent-free English. But he was still happy, especially since he was assured that he would be assigned to a family in Boston as soon as possible if a place became available.

Just a few hours later, Konstantin was on a plane to New Orleans. There came the next stroke of fate: his suitcase had been lost somewhere between Frankfurt, Boston and New Orleans. The agency employee who greeted him seemed friendly and helpful, but unfortunately Konstantin barely understood a word. They really spoke a nasty accent here! Somehow the communication worked out and Konstantin followed the woman through the almost unbearably sultry air across a parking lot to a monstrous, but quite battered pickup truck. This was the car that his host family had given him. He was to drive it to the address set in the navigation system, and they would be waiting there for him.

Konstantin got hot and cold. He had had his driver's license for two weeks. And so far he had been driving the electric car his parents had given him for his birthday. It would fit in the loading area of the car he was standing in front of. Very well, it would work. It had to work. He was going to face the challenges, after all. He sat down in the car. Manual gear, he had no experience with that... And the tank was almost empty. And it started to rain heavily. It couldn't get much better. Then he realized that the air conditioning wasn't working.

According to the navigation system, he still had 200 miles to go. No idea how far he would get this monster on an eighth of a tank of gas. Hopefully, a gas station would come soon. At least here Konstantin seemed to be lucky. After a few miles, what looked like a gas station appeared on the side of the road. Everything was pretty run down, but there was a light on. So Konstantin stopped at a gas pump that he could only hope had the right fuel and got out of the car. At that moment, a truck roared through a muddy puddle beside him. He was wet to the bone. And completely covered in mud. The pouring rain didn't make it any better. None of it mattered now. Konstantin dropped to his knees and began to cry. His parents had been right. Everything was overwhelming him. He wanted to go home. He didn't feel like it anymore. Suddenly he noticed the boots in front of him. And a voice that asked him if he needed help. Konstantin swallowed and nodded. The man in front of him helped him up and gestured for him to follow.

This language here was hell. He understood a lot of things only if he asked twice. But after a few minutes he had a coffee and hot soup in front of him. And a woman put a bundle of clothes in front of him. If he had understood correctly, from her son. The people were really friendly. And dry clothes were tempting. Even if they didn't seem to be really clean. He took everything and changed in the filthy toilet. And after one look in the mirror, he felt super stupid: The T-shirt with the wide-cut sleeve holes was way too big. The boxers were washed out and yellowish in color, which disgusted him a bit. The jeans were fine, only the huge belt buckle was silly. Oh well, in combination with the obviously frequently worn socks and the at least well fitting boots it fit. Fuck, he thought. What kind of impression should my host family get?

The waitress indicated him to turn around. And she smiled at him and handed him a cap. That was really the icing on the cake then, to just look silly.

"Bless your heart, ma'am! Wudden have survived withou' ye." Constantine slapped his mouth. What had he said? He tried again, as he had learned in school. But it came out a broad "Whaddoo I owe you, ma'am?" Constantine paid for the coffee, soup and gas and left what he understood to be a generous tip for the clothes. The rain had stopped. His car was filled with gas. And somehow he felt considerably more relaxed. Now he could also look for a station on the radio for the rest of the trip. It was still going to take a few hours. He quickly came across a country music station. While he was here, he should make the most of it. Kyle scratched his chin. Hadn't he just shaved before leaving? How long had that been? In any case, he had a decent beard shadow. And he could feel himself starting to sweat in the heat. He raised his right arm to check the smell under his armpits. The bushy cavern smelled like a real man should smell. His cock leaked precum as it always did when he got that smell in his nose. On himself. Or on one of his fuck buddies. The road was lonely, no one would notice if he jerked off on the ride.

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susanpike-author · 4 months

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He was famous in the late sixties but is still well known. He was born in England and has a beautiful British accent. He was famous with 3 other guys in the group. He was baby faced and very handsome in his twenties. He was extremely handsome and sexy in his thirties when I met him. He is still extremely handsome now in his forties. He is 46 years old now. He has gotten together with the other guys and toured a few times. But now he is touring on his own again. I know making money is not always easy for him. He still has a lot of fans that follow him and he does guest appearances on television shows as well. But it’s a hard life. He also has a drinking problem and has these self-destructive moods and depression. He drinks as a self-medication due to his illness which causes deep depression and anxiety. Unfortunately, I seen him doing it once on tour when I went to spend a few days around him. He was drinking a lot and taking quaaludes. I was very worried about him. Of course, he never knew how worried I was back then. I always thought of him as a friend that I cared about. David is still very handsome and sexy to me. He is 5’3” 125lbs. Brown hair and brown eyes. Also well hung for a man his size. I have a good memory. Was a very nice surprise for me in London that he had a big cock. Funny thing is I never told anyone about our London encounter. Felt it was between him and me. Found out later that he told someone I knew about it. Pissed me off a bit. Here I was keeping it a secret for years. But he missed out on the special gift I wanted to give him then. I vacationed in Branson, Missouri last year. This is a great place for David to come. They have over 25 big theaters and it’s a big tourist place with beautiful scenery and two huge lakes. David could headline in one of the theaters for the season and let his fans come to him. He would be one of the most popular well-known performers there. I gathered information about the place, brochures, maps, magazines and photos in a box for David. He needs to check out this place. I decided to bring him the information about Branson and see him perform as well again. Ok hopefully he will notice me again too! He has not seen my new figure yet. Also still concerned about his drinking too. He’s a vegetarian and always full of energy but his drinking is ruining his health, I’m sure. So, I have a vacation coming up in April. Checked David’s schedule, he is appearing in Oklahoma for a week at a casino resort hotel. Perfect, maybe I can get him to check out Branson which is not that far away from there.

David had been touring for a month now. He had one more week than a two-week break and then back touring again. He was on the bus for most of the time lately. He was looking forward to going to the resort for a week. Looking forward to a big bed, big shower, nice private room. He had been sharing his bus with two other band members and friends of his. They did a lot of song writing and collaboration together on the bus. But he was ready for some privacy. He also had broken up with his last girlfriend before the start of the tour. She complained he just wanted too much sex. David did not feel it was unusual for a man to want sex two times or more a day. He complained to his friend Josh. Why can’t I find a woman that can handle me. Josh said, that’s because you’re like a energizer bunny. Have all this energy and women can’t keep up with you. David laughed. He had a few quick encounters on the road since then, mostly oral sex.

I flew into the area. took a taxi to the resort. Check into the hotel a day earlier than David’s performance was due to start. Seen the buses parked when we drove up. Realized he was already at the hotel. My room was on the same floor as David and his group. When I made reservations, I asked them to put me on the same floor as I was an old friend and told them I was a police officer too! I checked in and was given the room key and helped with my suitcases. Room 408. Was hoping David was on the same floor. I changed into a halter top blue dress which was form fitting. I went downstairs to see if I could find out where David was. Told he was in the theater setting up. He was in his dressing room when I got there. He had a crowd of people in there with him. Some fans and some of the band members. I told security I was an old friend. He took my name, then I told him to tell David it’s his favorite Chicago cop. He went in David said yes, I know her, let her in. I walked in but he didn’t see me right away as there was a crowd of people in the way. Josh seen me come in and was staring at me. A few of the fans left after getting his autograph. Josh went over to David, he said, I think I have just fallen in love with one of your very sexy fans. David goes who? That beautiful blonde over there. David gets up to look. Just then he gets a full view of me. Susan? Wow! He came over to me. Susan, you look great, lost a lot of weight since I seen you last. Yes, I said, do you like my new figure. I turned around for him. You look beautiful luv. He said. Willy was having some reaction too! Are you still a police officer luv? He asked. Yes, I said 6 years now. On vacation now, decided to come see you perform again. Wanted to talk with you and tell you about somethings I should have told you about before. Josh came over wanting David to introduce us. He did, then whispered to him. She came here to see me, cool it. David asked the security to clear the room. I started to go, David grabbed my arm, you stay here luv. I glanced down and noticed Willy was semi-hard. What did you want to talk with me about? He asked. I know it was a longtime ago but, you really hurt me in London and left before I could give you the special gift, I wanted to give you. David asked, what special gift? I said, sexual ecstasy. David inquired, what is this ecstasy? I said, it makes a man feel like he is naturally high and gives him waves of pleasure. Has to be done getting him hard again a second time. I knew you could get hard a second time back then. David goes I can still now too! It’s something that takes time. I have never given the special gift I wanted to give you to any other man. It was always yours to accept or reject. Can I accept it now? He asked. Need you all night if you do. I said. I also brought you some information about Branson, Missouri I have a big box of information for you in my room. David goes what is your room number luv? I said 408. He starts laughing. I’m in 410 he said. I said, I didn’t know what room you were in just that we were on the same floor. David said, meet me in the lobby in an hour, we will go and eat first, I’m a bit hungry. I have to finish up here first. I agreed to meet him. We both left his dressing room. Josh watched me go out. Darn David, you have all the luck. She’s older then you mate. Josh goes I don’t care if she is looking like that. David laughed, she’s strictly mine, mate. Josh goes I have a feeling you just met your match, David. They finished setting up. Then headed for the lobby.

I was waiting for him, sitting down in the lobby. He seen me, took my hand and we headed for one of the restaurants. More casual sports bar type place. David requested a secluded table. They showed us to a back booth. He sat down, right next to me. I looked at the menu, looking for vegetables and salad. I ordered a small salad no onions or peppers. Asked what dressing. Raspberry dressing, I ordered. Grilled asparagus and grilled cauliflower. Iced tea. David listened; I will have the same he said. We talked about Branson over dinner. I told him about the theaters and the area. Told him it was only a three-hour drive from here. He asked about my life in Chicago, I told him I had a two-bedroom apartment in a high rise on the lake front. You live by yourself he asked. Yes, I said. Had roommates before a long time ago. Made the spare bedroom into an office and put a single bed in it. I asked him about his farm. He was not surprised I knew his address. I kidded with him saying, have your Driver License number too. He laughed. Don’t have your phone number though. I even told him about me leaving home at 14 years old and going on my own. He was surprised, I told him we had both educated ourselves and I got my GED at 17. Passed the police test with a 96. I love to read, that’s what helped me. Love history. David admitted that after all the years he had known me, he really did not really know much about me. My fault he said, a bit too into myself back then. David along time ago I stopped seeing you as famous and just seen you as the man you were. I even knew you were having money problems back then. I know you have to work hard. That’s why I hope you do good in Branson. So, you don’t have to tour so much. A bit later he asked about the special gift I mentioned. I smiled, I will have to show you and hopefully you will enjoy it. David laughed. Let’s head to your room and you can show me.

We went to my room; I wasn’t shy with him anymore like I was when I was younger. As soon as we got into my room I was in his arms. He kissed me passionately hand going to my breast unzipping my dress. I took his shirt off. My hand went down to his pants, feeling his hardened cock. He removed my bra and sucked on my nipples. Pulled me to the bed. I undid his pants, he took them off. His cock was still big and beautiful to me. He had my pants off and was sucking on both my nipples. His hand went between my legs. Finding my g-spot and using his fingers to make me wetter for him. My hand was on his cock sliding it up and down. He stopped me and got on top of me I opened my legs for him he slides his cock into me. He felt so good. I was so hot for him. He slowly moved building me up. I moaned and climaxed, pulsing around his cock. His movement became faster, deeper, I lifted my legs and put them around him. He thrusted deeper moaning he came. He stayed inside me trying to get his breath back. I felt so good hot and tight around his cock. He laid beside me both of us still breathing heavily. I laid on his shoulder a bit. Kissed his cheek. Got up to clean off. He got up afterwards to clean off. He laid down again. Now you can show me this special gift luv. He said. I laughed. I kissed him again passionately. Licked his neck, down to his chest licking and sucking on both his nipples. Then licking his stomach, licked his scar on his right side. Licking my way down to his penis. Licked the head of his penis all around it. He moaned. Then licked down the outside of it to his balls. Spread his legs. Licked each one of his balls, the lifting them licked the spot underneath his balls sending waves of pleasure through him. He moaned. Went up and licked his balls again then down to that spot again. He moaned louder this time. Went up licking his cock again. Licking the head of it again. He moaned and was breathing heavily. His cock was semi-hard, put it in my mouth and was sucking on it, placed my finger lightly underneath his balls again rubbing it lightly. He moaned. His cock was hard now. I stopped. Put my legs under me so he wouldn’t take my weight. Placed his hard cock inside me. Went halfway down on him. In and out. He was moaning and breathing hard. When I felt he was near his peak I went all the way down on him, feeling him deep inside me. I orgasmed around his cock, he was meeting my movements and let out a loud moan of ecstasy and exploded deep and hard within me. Breathing heavily and I moved a bit more then put my head on his chest and felt him shivering and his body shook as he was coming down from that special peak. I got off of him going to his side my hand lightly rubbing his chest and stomach. Took him 10 minutes to breathe normally again and talk. He still had tingling feelings going through him. He said, I have never felt anything like that before. It was incredible luv. It was like a natural high. I felt like I came from somewhere deeper inside me. Wow! You wanted to give me this back in London luv? I said yes. Dam I should have stayed. Can’t believe I missed out on you doing this to me for years. I guess you enjoyed it then. I said. David laughed. Now your body has to renew itself so I can’t do it again for 48 hours. You can have regular sex but not the ecstasy but every 3rd day. You also can not drink alcohol except an occasional glass of wine. Alcohol dulls your senses, and you can’t achieve the ecstasy. He goes, in three days you can do that to me again luv. I said yes. David kissed me and held me. We both fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms. Woke up the next morning, David was not in bed. Noticed the door between our rooms was open. He must have opened them up. I went into my bathroom brushed my teeth and used mouthwash, washed my face and comb my hair. Will take a shower in a bit. Went in looking for him. He was at the mirror in the bathroom shaving. I was standing there watching him. He sees me in the mirror. Morning luv, he says. I went in placed my hand on his cute bum. Continued….. next post

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b0vidine · 1 year

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This is a longer post! I drew HMS in my Marble Hornets AU (The Miracle AU) it was supposed to just be a fun design thing but it now spiraled and it’s kind of a second AU based on the same concept. For jut CCCC fans you don’t need to know anything about Marble Hornets to keep up with the AU because I’m going to explain it all below!

First I have to explain the basics of what the Miracle AU is, basically in the Miracle AU there are these things called guardians who protect a designated area (For the Marble Hornets version it’s Rosswood Park for the CCCC version it’s Whole’s mind.). Guardians have special abilities and weapons and use those to fight these things called spirits. Spirits are faceless creatures that also have special abilities however they never have weapons (For Marble Hornets spirits fill the role of The Operator and The Operator is one of these, for CCCC these are more like negative thoughts or mental illness related things) that's the basics now we move onto the guys themselves.

I’m going to go in order!

Mind: Mind is of course a guardian, he has electric abilities. The amount of power behind his electricity is based on the distance between the two points the electricity is flowing between. He can use his pointer and middle finger as conductors which produce a small shock, a uses against Heart to annoy him shock. However he can also conduct electricity between his hands which is a much higher voltage, that’s much more of a will kill you sort of shock. (Like Brian in the og Miracle AU) He is able to create thunder by clapping when there is a current running between his hands.

Heart: Heart is able to fly in this AU, unlike in the original Heart. He is also a guardian though I don't actually have a special weapon/ability for him planned out, this AU is still being rotated in my brain/being planned out.

Soul: Soul I have managed to produce the most thoughts on so far. Soul is not a guardian instead he is a spirit. His brain functions a lot better than normal spirits thus he is a lot less animalistic than most, though he does tend to be less human than Heart and Mind. Soul believes that he is a guardian and needs to protect Whole from any intruders, because he thinks he is the only guardian of Whole that Heart and Mind must be intruders thus threats so he is trying to kill them. Soul’s ability as a spirit is to shapeshift he can change his appearance at will and makes himself look like Whole/a guardian to the best of his ability.

Soul pt. 2: Soul after realizing he isn't a guardian, gets taken in as sort of a “honorary guardian” seeing that he isn't a threat and has the same goal as Heart and Mind which is to protect Whole. Heart and Mind help him change his appearance to look more like an actual guardian and less like Soul’s idea of one. Btw the first refsheet’s trident is wrong I forgot while designing him that spirits can’t have weapons. The second refsheet’s trident is a part of his hand, he used his shapeshifting ability to turn his hand into his weapon, that’s how it will/should be through both designs. He also loses the yellow accent in his eye from the old design to this one, take that how you will.

Anyways that’s all I have for now hopefully I’ll add more to this AU, I’ve only been thinking about/working on it for like two days so expect changes. For now enjoy this sketch of HMS being buddies.

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planetknoxville · 1 year

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You’re not my dad (Johnny Knoxville x Reader ft Bam)

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Notes: I've read every bit of Knoxville fanfiction there is so im going to have to write my own. I need this man out of my head, it's becoming a problem. The time its set is kinda around movie 2 or 3 or 4 idk who cares. It's not quite fluff, not quite smut, just a kinda fatherly Johnny because I'm a sick sick individual. I made up a character called jess she a dickhouse chick i guess just made her up cause i hate the Y/N thing lol

Warning: Blood, drinking, swearing, reckless mentally ill behavior, daddy kink if you squint, etc

Please drink responsibly

words 2400ish

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“Come on dipshit”

I looked up to find Bam standing in front of me with a cooler in one hand and both of your skateboards in the other. I knew that cooler wasn't his and would have bet this month’s salary on it containing beers he'd stolen from catering that were meant for after filming had wrapped for today.

“A bit presumptuous that I’d want to hang out with you Brandon”, You said peering over the top of the trash magazine you’d been pretending to read. The day was going very slowly, as only a few people were actually on set and the ones that were here were absorbed in work you wanted absolutely nothing to do with. So, there you were lounging in a camp chair waiting for some dumb stunt that you knew was not happening today.

“Come onnnnn..” he whined, kicking you squarely in the shin.

“You’re a menace to society” you said through gritted teeth. Sighing in resignation you rose from your chair and immediately shoving him as hard as you could. He barely stumbled and looked back at me with disbelief, “ Is that all you’ve got Jess?”

We slipped behind the sea of large blue tents that shielded the expensive camera equipment and crew from the sun. We’d been filming in the paramount lot for two weeks now, there were several air conditioned warehouses but no, the holy trio of Jeff, Spike and Johnny had decided that outside in the boiling Los Angeles heat was far better. You began to think they were really pranking you with melanoma.

Filming was usually fun but there was a lot of waiting around. Get ready and wait, they always say. Bam and I were a lot alike, both liked skating and found it especially hard to do nothing or sit still so naturally, we became fast friends. In the first couple of days of mucking around we had found a few unused (hopefully) planks of wood, a large flat sheet of plywood, some milk crates and other assorted junk which we squirreled away and started building our very own skate park. It was precarious and constantly breaking but that was half the fun. It was tucked away in the corner of the giant concrete lot, our own private death trap. Just few bushes, a metal park bench with a plaque of remembrance for some executive that probably should be forgotten and the two dickheads dumb enough to fuck around and find out.

You both started throwing beers back like it was your job. If we couldn’t do our actual jobs then we had to put our talents to good use. Technically, it was a beautiful day. The sun was shining, birds were chirping away, and sweat was dripping down your face right into your eyes.

“Fucking hell”, you moaned, using your sleeve to mop your brow blinking rapidly as the salt made your vison blurry. “Take off your jacket, Numbnuts,” Bam shouted.

“It's part of the outfit dummy” you did a little turn.

“You look homeless Jess.”

Unfortunately, it was kind of true. the black and white flannel you were wearing had more holes than you could count, the white crop was dangerously thin close to showing your nipple piercings and you'd patched up the knee of your jeans only last night. You'd done it drunk and after sticking yourself a few too many times declared it done and perfect. But you were afraid if you looked at it too close it would fall apart. The icing on the cake was the white bandana you had been wearing as a shitty ineffective mask to get past the covid police that was still tied around your neck. A plague neckerchief if you will.

"Fine" you slipped it off your shoulders. Bundling it up into a ball, you took aim throwing it at the metal bench but missed, landing it directly in the middle of a bush. “Good one” Bam sneered. You rolled your eyes behind your sunglasses, aware that he probably couldn't even see it, so you flipped him off to drive the point home.

You heard the general chatter from inside the tent grow louder and the both of you froze, looking at each other in mild panic. It wasn’t necessarily a secret what you’d been doing, people generally knew where to find us but you weren’t super keen on having soul sucking executives know about the giant liability that the two of you had created (outside of the carefully planned stunts).

“Shit” we both scrambled to throw our discarded beer bottles behind our friend The Bush.

Two men started walking around the tarps and into our janky club house. As they got closer, you both audibly relaxed. It was Spike and Johnny. “Calm down guys we’re not here to break up the party” Spike still looked annoyed “it’s not like we can go ahead anyway today”

Johnny touched him on the shoulder and said “bring the camera back here, one of these idiots is bound to eat shit" he looked over his stupid aviators at me, winking. “I’ll bet $100 it will be you Doll”.

My cheeks started to grow hot and not from the beer. How did he always know what to say, it took all your self-control not to turn and stare. Like most women alive you found him irresistible, but you were dealing with it by pretending he didn’t exist. The men continue to stand in the cool shade, chatting but also watching. You hated that. Please fuck off Knoxville let me look like shit in peace, you thought bitterly

We began skating again, trying to stick the landing of a ramp we'd built only the day before. You’d even “borrowed” the props department's power drill because Bam was moaning about going the extra mile. You took your run up and predictably the ramp bowed in middle causing you to bail half way through stumbling and tripping over your board. You could feel the four beers you’d sculled sloshing around in your stomach, cheering you on internally.

Spike started to clap slowly, jeering sarcastic encouragement “You've almost got it”

“It's looking like a really good doll” Johnny, not even trying to keep a straight face.

“This is not conducive to my success fossils” You got back on your board rolling over to the cooler. Johnny put a hand over his heart feigning emotional distress.

Cracking another beer, you saw Johnny raise an eyebrow. You'd think for a man with his history, he’d be a little cooler. “You want one Irving? You need to loosen up”.

Turning away from the death glare and back to Bam who was lining up for his turn.

“That shit is wobblier than your ass,” you whined.

Bam laughed “You're leaning into it way too much”.

“Then you fucking do it” you shoved him as you passed continuing to circle the ramp draining your beer and throwing it into the bush. It missed hitting the side of the bench breaking into a million pieces.

“Jess!!!” a chorus rang out and I raised my hands in an admission of guilt. “Don't worry baby I'll clean it up”. Snatching up and popping the top off another beer, you made a show of putting it safely on the ground out of the way. You could feel Johnny's eyes burning right through as you and Bam began to giggle uncontrollably.

“You've got this right? I’m going home” Spike clapped Johnny on the back. “I will see you both tomorrow whether or not you’re hungover” he pointed his fingers at us. Simultaneously we both sprang to attention “Sir, yes Sir” arms raised in a salute. He walked away mumbling and rolling his eyes.

“Thank god”, you cheekily beamed, “because I'm drunk as fuck”. Bam grinned back “let's hang here for a while, I've got something special”. From his pocket he pulled a silver flask. Gleefully you grabbed it, downing a huge mouthful.

“Woahhhh” Johnny shouted “You need to take it fucking easy”.

“Alright precious” You handed the flask back reluctantly.

“Did you know I used to be a gymnast?” you shouted back, “Could put my legs behind my head”. Johnny's mouth fell open in what you didn’t know was shock or disapproval. Bam barked a laugh, half of his sip coming out his mouth, the other out his nose. You patted him on the back patronizingly as he doubled over coughing still laughing.

“I can still do some of the tricks”. You launched yourself forward in a cartwheel. “I used to be able to do this thing, we called it the Hawk Tony”.

“Why?” Bam wheezed.

“Cause you skate upside down.”

Lining up with the skateboard, you took a deep breath and let the liquor flood your body with electricity. You planted my hands directly in the middle of the grip, balancing carefully and flicking your legs up vertically. A pretty decent handstand you thought for a bitch ten years out of practice. You hear Johnny let out a low whistle “Why didn't I think of that”.

“Well well look at you go” Bam said “Can you move?” As if a handstand on a skateboard was not enough? “You bet” I balanced on one hand, using the other to push off the concrete. Balancing was a lot harder than you remember and you needed to push off several times, but you did a circle around the park, stood up with only the slightest wobble, then raised your hands in a proper dismount and bowed to the now clapping Bam and Johnny.

“Jess!!! Look at yourself” Bam shouted. Thinking my shoelace had come undone I glanced down only to see scarlet droplets raining down on the concrete. I pressed my fingers to my face as if to check for a nosebleed when I saw my hand.

A bloody gash with a shard of broken glass. Beer bottle glass. "If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions”. Johnny started walking over, Bam stood motionless with an unopened bottle in his hand.

“Seriously guys don't even worry it's not that bad” you looked over at Johnny and smiling like an idiot you took two bloody fingers and wiped it over your cheek like some kind of grotesque Eye Black that footballers wore. You pulled the glass from your palm, undoing the bandana from around your neck and tying it around your hand, tightening it with your teeth.

Johnny reached his hands out for you, “Come here kid, let me look at it”. Very quickly and impulsively you chucked down your board and rode out of his grasp. “Are you shitting me, Jess? Come back here”.

“I'm fine, Mr Knoxville. It's just a scratch.” You teased. The alcohol had made you feel nothing but a warm confidence. Bam had unfrozen coming over to stand next to Johnny like two disapproving parents. “Seriously, dude. You're bleeding kinda a lot.” he said nervously.

“Oh no, someone is bleeding on the set of Jackass. What a tragedy. How will I ever survive??” You waved your hands around in the air dramatically, unaware of the blood slowly but surely dripping down your fingers. You continued skating around, deaf to their pleas to stop and come to the medical tent. You snagged another beer, this time using your teeth to open the bottle.

“You guys are being ridiculous, okay I’m fine” You downed most of the beer as a trophy for your misguided victory lap. Johnny turned to bam, whispered something to him. “What are you girls gossiping about?” You queried.

Bam nodded, got on his board and started skating around. Thinking he'd finally relaxed, you rode alongside him grinning. He was just a board length ahead of you when he sharply cut in front of you, and you had to abruptly stop, staggering sidewards. “Bam you fucking stupid cun...” Your stream of profanity cut off by legendary stuntman and actor Johnny Knoxville HOISTING you over one shoulder and hauling your bloody drunken ass towards the medic tent.

“Fucking put me down” you squeal wiggling desperately. This was the most mortifying thing you could have ever imagined, you’d rather drown in horse cum. You couldn't help noticing how effortlessly he carried you, like a ragdoll, he'd picked you up like you weighed nothing.

“Darlin, you should have come on your own when I gave you the chance”.

“Please put me down, I'll walk”. You whined now seeing the blood-soaked bandana, your head swimming from both the beer and being upside down. You could see the trail of red you’d left, staining the footpath and his white shirt where you were grasping at. He continued on his way ignoring your cries, leaving a bemused Bam to pour beer on the ground to wash away the literal crime scene you caused.

“Asshole You're not my dad”.

“Well, someone's gotta be, doll”, he drawled. God that accent, it pulsed straight to your core. You'd fantasized about him manhandling you sure but not like this. “PUT ME DOWN” you all but screamed at him. You pulled hard on his belt, hard enough to rip the stitches on his belt loops, leaving bloody smears on the white letters that spelled KNOXVILLE. You heard him hiss and then he slapped you hard, half on the butt, half on the top of your thighs. You were genuinely speechless. Humiliated and in increasingly more pain, tears filled your eyes and you finally stopped struggling.

“If I'd known spanking you would have gotten you to behave, I would have done it weeks ago” He chuckled, bending his knees slightly to enter the tent. He put you down on your feet with a shit eating grin plastered all over his smug, stupid, beautiful face. You stared at him blankly as his features blurred with the bright light they had illuminating the tent, your own head swimming and you could hear ringing. His strong muscular arms snaked out, grasping your shoulders as you swayed slightly forward, slumping your head against his chest. “Baby it’s okay, Take it easy”. He held you gently and whispered the comforting words against the top of your hair as the confused but attentive medic pulled forward a stretch for him to lay you on. You moaned at the loss of contact, cringing internally that you’d made a sound like that out loud, but he held this small smile on his lips. He grabbed your other hand and murmured into the back of it “It’s okay, I’ve got you”. As your head began clear, you started to sober up and the medic cleaned and dressed your wound, you looked over to see Johnny staring intently at you with a egotistical smirk plastered on his awful handsome face.

“What?” You groaned desperately trying to cover your face with your arm, but he held your fingers in a firm embrace. Forcing you to keep looking at him. How were you ever going to live this down.

“I guess you owe me that hundred bucks baby girl”.

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The Satanic Panic II +18

Devil!Perv!Eddie Munson x Witch!Sinclair!Reader

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Chapter Summary: You plan to testify in court but your parent’s have other plans. Your bond grows stronger with Eddie as your worlds continue to collide and not in a good way. A year after Chrissy’s murder and the verdict is finally reached. Also how does one leave prison and become the literal devil?

Word Count: 4.5k+

A/N: If you looking for drama then this part has it. It’ll be a question of morality in this part. Reader is faces with tough decisions and these decisions will have consequences. What would you do in this situation? Enjoy!

Warnings: graphic language, lying in court, Eddie going to prison, Eddie/Devil, blasphemy, religious themes, mental illness stigma, corrupt cop, corrupt lawyer, my limited court and legal system knowledge

II. The Devil’s Advocate

You couldn’t believe the moron. You didn’t even get the chance to get your story straight and he just act on whim. You weren’t sure how you’d get him out of this situation now.

Your house phone rings. Putting a hand on the phone, your heart beats rapidly as you hesitantly answer it. “H-hello?”

“Ashley! Oh, I’m glad to know your okay. Your father just told me that Munson boy, Lucas and his friends are acquainted with, is now in police custody. He can’t go into detail right now since they’re looking to make sense of things but it sounds serious. I bumped into Mrs. Hudson at the grocery store. She lives in the same trailer park as Eddie says she saw the police tape up which could possibly mean…Gods, I hope not. Last night you attended your ritual. Your school’s not that far from the trailer park. Did you happen to see anything?”

You heart beat speeds and you worried that your chest heaving deeply in and out could be heard through the phone. “I didn’t go to the ritual. We’re still cursed sadly.” To you, it was a half-lie.

Mrs. Sinclair smiles. Her husband had been right. In his perspective, he believed you wouldn’t go against your parent’s wishes. He gave you the permission for to make your own decision knowing you wouldn’t go. It was his form of reverse psychology. Little did they know, reverse psychology had nothing on your rebellious spirit. Curse that side of you for getting you in this mess. Mrs. Sinclair speaks into the phone excitedly, “So you listened? You understand my point that it would’ve been dangerous? Right?”

“Y-yeah. Of course.”

She sighs. “Good. I really am proud of who you’re becoming. I want you to be in touch with your witchy roots but that doesn’t mean risking your life. And to think you would of gone into the woods and possibly run into that boy.”

Your eyes widened, knowing that’s exactly what happened. “Right. Umm, I’ve gotta go. Gonna be late for work. Love you. I’ll see you tonight”

“Okay, hun. By—-“ Click! You hang up the phone, abruptly. You rush to get dressed for the road. You were actually given the day off but you didn’t tell her. You couldn’t tell her anything. She’d only tell your father and he’s a cop. You couldn’t tell them just yet but you were going to tonight and hopefully come up with an alibi for the two of you. For now, you had to find someway to see Eddie.

——

You made your way to the police station. Your father and Sheriff Jim Hopper were deep in conversation. They quieted down as you approached them.

“Geez, kid, you look like shit.” Hopper laughs. You and Hopper usually joked around with each other. He was like a second father figure to you.

“Ever the subtle one, Mr. Hopper.” You say sarcastically. “This look is actually a product of only 2 hours of sleep.”

“Everything okay?” Your father asks, concerned.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Everything’s good. Just couldn’t sleep last night. But I really just came to visit you.”

“How much?” He says, giving you a bored look.

“No,” You laugh. “I’m not here for money,” You try to play off your inquiries with a nonchalant inflection. “Soooo, a little birdie told me that a certain friend of Lucas is in police custody. What’s the issue?”

“By ‘birdie’, you mean, your mother?” He quirks an eyebrow up.

“My lips are sealed.”

“Well, the little birdie shouldn’t have told you. At least, not yet. We’re still trying to make sense of everything.”

“How bad could it possibly be?”

“You wanna take this one, Sheriff.” Your father turns his attention to Hopper.

“Let’s just say that a lot of what we uncovered didn’t seem to add up.” Hopper explains, vaguely.

Well, that was no help. You were trying to gain some information, hoping that you can find a story with the evidence they gathered. “Sounds like you two have a lot of thinking to do. I won’t be anymore trouble. Hey, dad, is it okay if I can go into your office? I think I might’ve left my sweater in there from my last visit.”

“Sure, sweetie. The door’s open. I’ll be in a meeting soon but we can grab a bit after.”

“Sounds great. I’ll see you soon.” You give a small smile.

With that the two cops leave, giving you the chance to go into the next phase of your plan. You enter his office, taking a seat in the swivel chair and closed your eyes focusing on the white noise.

“Spiritus mentis et corporis proiectio.”

You eyes roll into the back of your head and you could feel yourself leaving your body. You were now traveling through the whole police department like a fly on the wall. You were able to find Eddie who’d been in an interrogation room. Clearly exhausted and distressed.

“Eddie.” You call his attention.

He turns to look at you, the look of disbelief displayed on his features. “Ashley?” He says a little too loud.

“Shhh. Whisper or they’ll hear us.”

“Is this real? Are you real?”

“Technically, no. I’m astral projecting right now. I don’t have much time. I can only do this for so long.”

“Astral projecting? I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this witch thing,” His eyes widened. “The cameras. They’ll see you.”

“Only you can see me. Cameras can’t pick up astral projection.”

“Ah, there’s laws of physics to this thing. Of course.”

“Eddie…If I were physically here with you…”

He looks up at you, swallowing hard enough for his adam’s apple to prominently bob.

“I’d punch you so hard,” You finished; a frown falls upon his face. “Why the fuck did you turn yourself in? I thought we agree that we’d figure this out together. I’m trying to get you a way out.”

“I know you’re trying to help but let’s face it. You can’t.”

“My mother’s a lawyer and my dad’s a cop. All I’ve got to do is explain all of this to them and we could figure out a way to get you out of this.”

“That would just drag you into all of my shit. I won’t do that to you.”

“I willingly step into that trailer, Munson. I’ll be okay being apart of this, too. You don’t deserve going down for something you didn’t do. Just let me tell them so we can get our story straight.”

“Okay. Your parents’ll believe you. Then, what? We testify in court about the angel bots? That they killed Chrissy before you could stop them with your powers?” He sighs. “The thing is: your parents’ will obviously believe you because they’re aware that these fuckers exist. There’s no explaining this to anyone else without ending up in a straight jacket. Your parents are going to do what they could to protect you in end and face the fact that there’s not much they could do for me. I’m just making this easier for all of us. You won’t be involved and no one has to make the decision to let me to the fall despite knowing the truth. Well, aside from you.”

“I’m not letting you take the fall. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I will get you out of this.”

“Why do you care what happens to me? Nobody else seems to besides my uncle.”

“Because you don’t deserve this. You blame yourself for her death, don’t you?”

“Yeah because it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. I feel like I’m to blame. I feel guilty. I’d never seen anyone die right in front of me. When I ran in, I didn’t even think of dying. I just knew I needed to do something. So, I did. Chrissy died because I just wasn’t strong enough.”

“Don’t put that burden on yourself. It’s not yours to carry. I told you, ‘you did all you could’. You didn’t even have to save me but you did. Thank you.”

“Please don’t give up. If I don’t get to blame myself for this then you shouldn’t either. Give me some time to think of something.”

“Let’s make a deal,” He stands up so that he’s facing you. “You don’t come forward as a witness until you have a perfect alibi for why you were there and what you saw. I haven’t said much so maybe I can get our stories to match. I don’t have much time. I only have a week before sentencing. If we don’t get our story straight, I could be seeing prison for at least a year before my next court date.”

“Shit. That’s a lot of pressure,” You exhaled. “But don’t worry. I am great under pressure.” You tried to reassure him.

“I have to leave now. The astral projection will end soon. I have to find some kind of information around here before it’s too late.”

“Okay. Yeah, they’re probably gonna come back and interrogate me some more.”

“Don’t give ‘em anything.”

He nods.

You wave him a shy goodbye, disappearing. You continued to float through space until you ended up in the evidence room. Luckily for you, no one was there. If you made it quick, you’d be able to get enough intel to get you started.

You find the file box under the case. At the top of the metal shelf. Getting up to your tippy toes, you reach for the box, slowly pulling it out so that nothing falls to the ground.

Once you set the box on the counter, you immediately spot the polaroid pictures taken at the sight. A direct close up of Chrissy’s face. Your stomach sinking seeing her whited out eyes and wide mouth like she was in a constant state of shock.

Eddie’s living room was also photographed. The picture looked chaotic almost like an actual murder scene and all the damning evidence that could lead this all to you was there, too. There was even a picture of the wall where you’d hit your head and made a dent. But what freaked you out the most: in one of the pictures that gave a view of the trailer’s ceiling, the hole where the creature had crashed in through was gone; completely sealed as if nothing was there.

You heard someone entering the room. Quickly finding place to hide in the back of the room, you peer in between the gaps of the shelf.

A female cop walks in, noticing the box out of its place. She’s suspicious, looking left and right around the room as if she sensed something. “Guys, if you need to look into the evidence boxes, please make sure you put it away in its rightful place when your done. This is third time today.” She calls out, putting the box back up then walking out.

You let yourself breathe finally a sense of relief. Then, a hand touches you. You gasp and suddenly you were back in your dad’s office. You look up at the intruder.

“I think you and I need to have talk.” Your father says, his arms crossed.

——

“You did what?!” Mr. Sinclair shouts, completely floored. A few heads in the diner turning to look at us.

“A little louder for those in Montana to hear, dad.” You snide. “I had to do it. I’m aware I put myself in this but I couldn’t let that monster kill them. It’s not fair that Eddie’s going to prison for this.”

“We have to tell your mother.” He shakes his head.

“Okay. And do you think it’s possible if you could convince mom to be his lawyer. She could totally win this for him. I’ll be the witness—”

“No, I won’t allow it.”

“What? Why?”

“Because we don’t have a story here, Ash. If you become a witness, they’ll somehow make you into an accomplice. We tested blood on the living room carpet… it didn’t belong to Ms. Cunningham or Munson. It was your blood.”

“Yeah.”

He runs his hands over his face. “This is very bad. I’ve never thought I’d resort to this. I’ll have to get rid of any evidence that leads to you.”

“I’m not asking for that. I just want you and mom to back me up on something for once. Help me explain the hole in the ceiling.”

“What hole in the ceiling?”

“You didn’t see one when you arrived. Your guys had nothing to do with fixing it.”

“Nope. The ceiling looked fine.”

You looked down at your hands, absolutely confused. Could you have done that without you realizing it? No way. You were way too weak to have done it that time. But you have been using your powers with less of a toll on your body. Maybe the ritual had done something.

“Please, let me take the stand. I can clear this all up and no one has to go to jail.”

“You’re not taking that stand. It’s too risky. You should thank your lucky stars that Munson boy gave you an out. The Cunningham folk will not feel as if justice has been served if no one’s put behind bars without any explanation.”

“His name is Eddie Munson. He’s 19. Practically my age. He has an uncle who cares deeply for him. Friends who believe and support him. Sure, he’s a little different but he’s kind. Are you saying that you’ll be fine keeping him behind bars if it means I won’t be involved?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying. I’m sorry.” He says, quietly.

“Mom, wouldn’t do that. She wouldn’t let someone innocent go to prison.”

“She would. Because she’s a mother. Your mother. You won’t understand until the day you become a parent yourself.”

You can feel tears, prickling your eyes. “N-no. I won’t let you do this to him. I can’t.”

He ends with very chilling words. “I’m sorry, Ashley. But it’s already be done.”

——

It was the first time you’d looked at your parents as the villains. It was corrupt. Preposterous. You’d found out that your mother would be representing the Cunningham family. This was before she’d known the truth about your whereabouts. When you’d begged her to drop them as clients, your father stated she’d have to stay in order to keep the case focused on Eddie.

When the court date arrived, your stomach churned knowing that there was nothing you could do. Your father had connections that made it difficult for you to attend the court. You were denied access from being anywhere near the courthouse.

Forced to watch the broadcast of the trial on live television, you could only look at Eddie’s face who looked as if he accepted his fate.

“We submit evidence of him speaking to himself in the interrogation room, your honor. He’s not some devil worshipping cold killer, your honor. He’s just a mentally disturbed individual. He hasn’t admitted to murdering Ms. Cunningham because he isn’t a killer. Media has blown this boy’s life story and turned him into some circus sideshow.” His lawyer defended.

It hurt that he was being depicted in such a light. Using the stigma of mental illness as a ploy to help him get a lesser sentence felt like a dirty move. But it was a desperate attempt to keep him from throwing his whole life away.

In the end, the trial had ended and his next court date was due in the next year for his final sentencing. When you learned that he would be placed in a penitentiary for the criminally insane, you felt sick. You were aware of the horrors that awaited him there. You were studying as a behavioral therapist so you’ve heard of the horror stories.

Eddie’s face remained stoic as he was dragged to out the courtroom to be officially locked away.

———

One Year Later

You visited Eddie nearly every day throughout the year without your father’s knowledge, paying off the correctional officers to let you visit. You’d constantly apologize and cry to him about your guilt. He’d known all along that your parents would have favored protecting you. But he’d specify that he had no malice towards them.

“Hell, I wish I had folks who gave that much of a damn about me the way your parents did. Uncle Wayne’s great but he’d be too much of a pussy to get rid of the evidence.” He’d laugh.

Today, you were visiting Eddie two days before his trial. You noticed him changing in mood and appearance with each visit. He had more tats now specifically on his knuckles which covered the scars on them, he almost always wore his hair in a bun, and his nails were painted black but what really surprised you was the smile on his face that seemed to grow wider and wider each visit.

Eddie literally snaps you back into reality. Putting his fingers up close enough against the glass between you two so that you can hear. “Hey. Hellooo. Earth to Ashley. Ah, there she is,” He smiles, when your eyes land back on him. “I asked you ‘How Ya Doin’ and you started spacing out like you were having World War 2 flashbacks.”

“Sorry. Um, I’m okay. Just thinking.”

“Thinking’s good. Had a lot of time to think in here.” He gestures behind him.

“How are you by the way?”

“Great! I mean, it’s horrible in here. Terrible. But if you look passed all the fucked up shit, you can meet some really lovely people.”

You smile, awkwardly. “It’s good to know you’re okay.”

“I don’t believe you’re okay though. Is it because of my birthday next week? You don’t have to stress yourself about it, Ash,” He quips. You give him an unamused look. “Well, I guess we’re talking about the trial, then. You really don’t got to worry. I’ll be okay.”

“It’s just..having to see you going through that again really worries me. I could throw up just thinking about it. It’s selfish. I know. I mean, this is happening to you but I feel like shit.” You squeezed your hand around the phone in frustration.

He could see the waterworks beginning and he quickly rushes to comfort you. “I’m really okay, Ash. I want you being strong for me like you’ve always done.To be honest, you’re what’s kept me sane for the year.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I would’ve wished we met some other kind of way but I like that I got to know you,” He smiles almost innocently and it reminds you that it was still Eddie. You smile back just as widely at him. “There’s that smile. Now I know you’ll be okay. So, ya ready to see me on TV again. I think I’ll be wearing my best jumpsuit.”

“I won’t be watching the trial on television. I’ll be attending. As your witness.”

His demeanor changes. “Why?”

“What do you mean ‘why’? To defend you. Duh!”

“I told you to stay out of it.”

“We had a deal,” You choose your words carefully, knowing they were probably listening in on your conversation. “Your innocent and you’ve got to let yourself believe that, too.”

“What about your dad?”

“He doesn’t know but he’ll find out when that day comes.”

“He’s not gonna like it.”

You shrug. “There’s a lot of things he doesn’t like.”

——-

Trial Day

You could feel yourself shivering as you anticipated your turn to be on the stand. The evidence that you got to view a year ago now presented. You had something up your sleeve.

Your parents were extremely angry with you when they realized you would be testifying and there was nothing they could do. You felt your mother’s eyes burning into you every once in a while when she’d speak. You focused your attention on Eddie who sat there with a focused expression as the Cunningham family read their statements. You also spotted Jason Carver in the crowd, his eyes targeted in a piercing stare at Eddie.

You knew there was no going back now. You were going to have to lie under oath but you’d try to stay close enough to the truth so it wouldn’t affect the credibility of it all. Chrissy’s family would probably hate you after this which sucked because you wished that there was some way you could explain what happened to her. The actual truth.

It was finally your turn to take the stand and it you were visibly shaken. The crowd practically snarled at you once they realized you’d be a witness in favor of Eddie.

“Why did you go to Eddie’s trailer?” Mrs. Sinclair asked.

“Objection, your honor. She’s leading the witness.” Eddie’s lawyer objects.

“I’ll allow it.” The judge says.

“I went over to Eddie’s place because…I wanted to buy drugs. A friend of a friend told me that he was a dealer so I wanted to score some.”

“What happened once you arrived?” Your mother questions.

“I heard screaming. I heard her scream first then him. At first, I thought he trying to touch her inappropriately. So, I rushed in thinking I could save her.”

“What did you see when you entered the home?”

“He wasn’t touching her. He was nowhere near her, actually. He was on the other side of the living room. Almost paralyzed. Watching in horror. Chrissy was in the middle of the room…having a seizure because she was overdosing.”

“Autopsy report states that the girl shows signs of struggle on her body. Where, can you tell me, did the struggle begin?

“I tried calming her down. I didn’t know what else I could do so I pin her down but her movements were sporadic. She didn’t mean to but her hand connected with my nose hard. I bled onto the carpet. She was dead before I could resuscitate her.”

“Why have you come forward now?”

“I came forward now because I wasn’t scared of being threatened anymore,” You look defiantly at your mother. “I received threats anonymously about me coming forward in defense of Eddie Munson. The whole town has gone against him. I was scared that I’d get that same treatment. Possibly worse. But it ate at me and couldn’t let him go to prison for something he didn’t do. Eddie is strange but he’s no murderer. I’d only wished that I’d come forward sooner so that he wouldn’t of had to endure a year in a prison he didn’t belong in.”

“Based off your first impression, you assumed the screams were of Eddie assaulting Chrissy. Would you say that he would be capable?”

“Your honor, foundation? Speculation, even.” Eddie’s lawyer objects once again.

“I’m just want to know how she see’s the defendant.”

“Sustained. Maybe word it differently. I’m not sure where this question is leading.” Judge says.

“How would you summarize Eddie Munson?” Mrs. Sinclair asks.

“I’ve only recently got to know him. I apologized for not coming forward and he was always very kind to me. Even when he shouldn’t be,” Your eyes meet with Eddie’s as if you were speaking directly to him. Then, you focus your attention to the jury, hoping they hear you out.

“Eddie is a nerd. He’s a metalhead. A nephew. A friend. His intentions were never to hurt Chrissy but unfortunately she’d taken enough drugs to kill her. She’s a sweet girl and she deserves justice. And lying about the evidence and locking away an innocent man isn’t justice served. It’s been omitted out of the autopsy documents that she had enough drugs in her system that she’d consumed an hour prior to her meet up with Eddie that would have proved his innocence. The media jumped at the idea that Eddie is different and ran with it. It’s so easy to pick on the outcasts and blame their nonconformity for the way they behavior. But Eddie isn’t a murderer. He’s just a guy with a troubled life that makes him an easy target to be painted as one.”

After some more questioning, you’d felt a load lifted off as you’d tried to explain yourself the best way you could without being too disrespectful to Chrissy. You were hopeful but you were realistic about the verdict because it could go either way.

When the verdict was reached that Eddie had been cleared of all charges. It was a huge shock. They focused the idea that rather Chrissy as the user was held as the main one responsible in the death compared to Eddie who’d only sold her the drug.

It was a mixed crowd. On the other side of the room, Eddie’s friends and uncle cheered for his release. On the opposite side, the Cunningham family grieved and mourned on the other side. You couldn’t celebrate realizing how badly you’ve devastated the family. You were falling deeper and deeper into this madness of a situation.

——

You’d gone home feeling terribly guilty. It was a lose lose situation in your book. You felt guilty that Eddie had to go prison, that Chrissy died, that you had to embellish the story. All you could do was drink down a bottle of red wine in your bed, hoping you’d be drunk enough to forget everything just for a moment.

You’d heard that Eddie would be released today and that he’d probably celebrate with some friends. They invited you for the time out but you just couldn’t celebrate when you’d hurt an entire family.

You hear rustling in your kitchen and it pulls you out of your wallowing. You take the bat that you rest on the side of your bed, walking slowly down the hallway towards the living room and kitchen. You couldn’t help being paranoid since you now had a target on your back for being Eddie’s witness. You didn’t put it past anyone to come break into your home and torment you.

Raising the bat in your hand and gripping it tighter, you approach the kitchen. You flick the lights on and scream when you noticed the man in front of you.

“Munson?”

Eddie was currently rummaging through your fridge, eating cherries.

“Hey.” He simply says.

“I thought you were going to celebrate with some friends. How’d you get in here? The door was locked. I specifically remember—” A gust of wind whips around you.

“Boo.” You jump at the lips that were by your ear. Eddie was now right behind you.

You turned to face him in a flash. “How?”

Another gust of wind and he’s seated on your couch.

“Whaaaa?” You felt like you were losing it in that moment. You back away, slowly, only to bump into…Eddie “The Freak” Munson.

You look up and over your shoulder at him. “How are you doing this? What are you?”

“You know how one claims to find God in prison. My nonconformist brain said ‘Screw that! Not only would I find the Devil’, I’ll just become him, too’.”

And he smiles a literal devilish smile.

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Part III. The Séance Pt. I (Coming Soon)

Summary: You learn the story of how Eddie became the devil. Now he rules over you as your Dark Lord who, by the way, has a lot of fans. Also, you, Eddie, and his gang conduct a séance.

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Why can’t this be Love? - Chpt.9

Summary: You’ve never really fit in, despite trying, despite being on the cheerleading team, despite awkwardly socialising with the popular crowd. It’s not for you - these people aren’t for you. Yet, you don’t know how to escape! Do you continue following a dead end? Or finally break away?

The answer is made for you after your ‘date,’ a boy on the basketball team, bails on you, and uninvites you from some stupid basketball after party. Whatever, that’s fine. But what’s not fine is the agonisingly long walk home. Oh, in the dark, late at night!

However, your saviour finds you, and not only does he save you from walking home alone, but the conflicting feelings that you’ve spent the last few years with.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Cheerleader Reader

Reader Description: Reader is female and uses she/her pronouns. Not much detail is given about her appearance, other than she wears heavy eyeliner, and is clearly an outcast that is trying to fit in.

Word count: 2k

Tags: Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Slow burn, Awkward flirting, Drinking, Angst, Comfort, Generic High School Bullying, Denial of feelings, Feelings realisation.

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Notes: Sorry for the small delay in posting. I've been ill recently with ??? a virus ??? food poisoning ??? babygirl I have no idea, but I'm mostly back to full health!! This is a somewhat short chapter to build up to another juicy one >:3 Also, thank y'all for all the love and support!! I'm really happy to hear that I'm writing Eddie in character. I re-watched S4 whilst I was ill, so that's helped me get into his vibe even more. Also, that boy totally has ADHD, and I love that because omgsammeeee!!!

Chapter 9 - Fury

Swinging your backpack over your shoulder, you finally leave the house, storming around the corner to where Eddie's van is parked, waiting to carpool you to school. The grip on your shoulder straps are tighter than they've ever been, burning the fabric into ash as rage and fury consume your body.

Grounded - really? Fucking hell, how old do they think you are? Twelve?!

Eddie can sense your frustration as he notices you stomping over. He rolls the window down and calls out, "everything okay, Princess?"

"You're not going to believe this," you scoff, and climb up into his van, accidentally closing the passenger door rather aggressively.

Eddie doesn't seem to mind, too fixated on your current mood. He turns the music down and awaits your rant, which is visually bubbling over through your expression, bursting at the seems.

"I'm grounded," you scoff. Your eyes widen in bewilderment, in pure shock that they have the audacity to attempt such a thing! You turn and look at Eddie, ready to begin your unruly vent, when the sight of a bruise on his face causes your thoughts to sway far off track. "Eddie, your eye-" you point out.

"-It's fine, Princess," Eddie scoffs with a light wave of his hand. "I'm sure Jason's balls look much worse."

With a soft laugh, you reach across and place your fingertips beneath Eddie's chin. He allows you to tilt his head, analysing the blotches and light swelling just above his cheek bone from where Jason punched him the night prior. It's far tamer than you imagined, and can hopefully be covered up by his wild curls and choppy bangs.

Hopefully.

"Did you put ice on it?" you question, moving your hand away.

"Peas, Sweetheart. Ice is a luxury that this man cannot afford," he grins. Eddie's expression relaxes as he gestures to you whilst asking, "So, uh, back to the main plot line here?"

"...oh, yeah! I'm grounded," you scoff, returning to your previous enraged state.

"Grounded?" Eddie repeats with a raised brow and an uncertain laugh, as if he didn't hear your words right. "As in, mommy and daddy said you can't hang out with your friends tonight?"

"Exactly!" you practically screech, your hand flailing with frustration. "I am old enough to drive, and own a property, but they still think I'm groundable?!"

Eddie lets out a nervous chuckle, soaking in the situation. Shit, at least he has a minor advantage to practically living alone, forever ungroundable, let alone untameable! "Why?" Eddie ponders. "What happened?"

You take in a deeeeep breath, your eyes fluttering shut as you inhale, only for them to finally open once you've exhaled. Your bunched up fists flex out, and you rest them on your thighs as you attempt to steady your anger. "Where do I begin?" you say with a fake laugh, acting all sweet and innocent.

"So, my grandparents came over last night after school, and my parents told me to come home early that morning so I could see them. Well, I obviously missed that," you sigh, gritting your teeth as you speak.

Eddie remains silent, waiting for you to lead up to the breaking point...

"My grandparents didn't mind, but my parents did! And to make things worse, the School called, and informed them about the little altercation that I got into..." you mock, putting a babyish tone on through your exaggerated words.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. His hand comes up to rub his face, and only now do you realise that the faint thumping sound in the background is Eddie's foot subconsciously tapping against the floor.

"Yeah, shit indeed," you nod. "They made it clear that they're 'not mad at me,'" you explain with hand quotation marks, "but I did 'assault a girl,' which is the main reason why I need to be 'punished.'"

"Assault? Punished?!" Eddie scoffs, feeling nothing but empathy and rage. He shifts about in his seat, and takes in a swift deep breath, calming his nerves before he can consider storming back into your house and cursing your parents out. "Britney started on you, babe. Do your parents-"

"-yeah, they know exactly what happened," you interrupt, knowing exactly what Eddie was about to ask. "But they said I should have 'walked away.'" you explain with another set of hand quotation marks, and a mocking tone.

Eddie sucks in another deep breath as his fingers strum against the steering wheel, processing your wild turn of events... and it's barely 7am! "Walked away, huh?" Eddie ponders with a slow nod. "I don't mean to be rude, but uh... aren't your parents a little out of touch?"

"You're tellin' me," you groan. "I mean, my dad did try to argue that I was only defending myself, but my mom is the ruler of the household..."

"Ah," Eddie nods. "As much as I love non-traditional values, it seems that this hasn't been in your favour."

"Yep," you throw your hands up into the air in frustration, although you're no longer seeing red after venting to Eddie. Who knows? Maybe you'll replace Miss Kelly with Eddie, seeing as he's somehow calmed your anger faster than she ever has - as much as you like her!

Another deep sigh trails from your lips, and once you're somewhat perked up, you question his little joke, "non-traditional values?"

"Yeah, you know," Eddie explains with a wave of his hand. "The woman stays at home to cook and clean, whilst the man goes out to earn money, and fuck other women on the side. That kind of shit," he shrugs, and decides that it's time to get a move on. His van rumbles to life, and Eddie's hand finds the clutch as he begins the pesky journey to school.

You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head in the progress. "So, you'd be fine swapping roles? Cooking and cleaning whilst I go out and make all the cash?"

Eddie snickers with you, "you haven't seen the state of my trailer, Sweetheart."

"You're right," you nod, dreading to think of the unruly mess that his trailer must be in. Well, his uncle's trailer. Surely his Uncle isn't as much of a bum? Eddie, however, looks like the type to live in piles of clutter.

Maybe he'd tidy up, just for you?

"I was... uh," Eddie pauses, and pretends to focus on the road, shifting in his seat. "...I was going to invite you over later, but I guess mommy and daddy don't want you hangin' around with bad boys?"

"Eddie Munson," you chuckle, "you are far from a bad boy!"

Eddie clutches his chest in shock as his mouth gapes open, ever-so-offended at your words! "I'm not a bad boy?" he scoffs. "B-but... my taste in music? And my Satanic style? And I even grew my hair out?!"

The anger that was bubbling in your veins has settled down, and warmth swells up in your chest as you burst out into laugher. "See!" you point. "You are such a sap, Eddie!"

"You think so?" Eddie questions as he raises his brow. He grins when you nod in agreement, and lets out a theatrical sigh. "Phew! That's the image I was aiming for!"

Again and again, you find yourself laughing along with Eddie Munson, Hawkins lead Satanist, the man that brings fear to all with his puppy dog eyes and cheesy smile. How anyone can portray him as a devil is beyond you. Yet, they don't know the real Eddie, or Eddie at all!

Once your laughter has calmed down, Eddie speaks up again. "Seriously, I was going to ask you ou- over! I was going to ask you to come over tonight," Eddie sheepishly chuckles, and mumbles something under his breath about not being awake yet.

"I can't tonight," you shrug, pursing your lips in annoyance.

Eddie ponders as he slows his van down, pulling up to the School's drive away. "Ten points per student?" he questions, vaguely gesturing to the students walking on the path.

"Twenty if they're in our year," you giggle back.

Eddie wickedly grins as he notices a certain someone walking up the path, and rather than doing everybody a favour by running her over, he, instead, honks his horn. Britney, that bitch, jumps higher than the moon at the sudden noise, and tears begin flowing from your eyes as both of you burst into laughter.

Britney knows damn well who's just scared her soul out of her body, (if she even has one,) seeing as Eddie's van is well recognisable. An angry scream can be heard in the distance, "freaks!" which only makes you and Eddie laugh harder.

Parking is a challenge, considering Eddie can barely see through his glossy vision, even after multiple attempts of wiping away his laughter-induced tears. Finally, the engine falls silent, and his curls bounce as he turns to look at you.

"You could sneak out," Eddie wildly states.

You scoff at his suggestion, "not a chance. Have you met my parents?"

"Not yet," Eddie mutters under his breath. His leg begins subconsciously bouncing, and Eddie's fingertips find his rings as he fidgets with them. "How about I sneak in, then?"

Again, you scoff. This isn't a movie, or one of his silly D&D campaigns. A plan like that would never work! There's not a chance that Eddie can sneak in, and if he somehow manages it, he'll be discovered within seconds, seeing as you can't control your laughter around him!

"Still not a chance, Eddie," you sigh, wishing it were possible.

"Your window faces the front of the house, doesn't it?" Eddie queries.

Your eyes narrow suspiciously, "how do you know that?"

Eddie waves his hand through the air as he brushes you off, "I like to watch you sleep, but that's besides the point. There's a flower fence below your window, and little do you know, I'm Hawkins champion at flower fence climbing," Eddie proudly states, and gestures to his unmistakable flower fence climbing build. Clearly he was made for a challenge like this!

Your hands meet your face, and a deep groan escapes your lips as you question Eddie's little game plan. "It's doable," you agree, "but if we're caught, then my parents will turn you into Hawkins most wanted man."

"I'm, uh, pretty certain that I also have that achievement," Eddie says with a wink. "But I'm only going to break in if you want me to."

Your hands cross your chess as you play every scenario out in your mind. Eddie is vaguely likely to be caught climbing the fence, but what concerns you the most is how loud you two are when together. You're constant giggling messes, who struggle to keep the noise down, even more so when tension is running high.

You're bound to get caught, but then again, what if you don't get caught?

What if Eddie romantically sneaks into your bedroom, and spends the night monging out with you?

Do you really want to take the risk?

"Fine," you sigh in agreement. "But I won't be able to bail you out of prison when you get caught."

Eddie shrugs, his curls bouncing with the movement, "That's fine, just visit me from time to time!"

With that, and the sound of the School bell ringing, Eddie springs out of his van, and rushes around to assist you out of the passenger's side. As you take Eddie's hand, climbing down from the totally-not-steep step, Eddie asks, "Does six work for you?"

"My family has dinner at six," you groan.

"Seven?" Eddie suggests.

"Seven, it is."

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Hello, i have been questioning if im a system (and if i am it seems to possibly be median/im front stuck) mainly due to my inability to remember events others stated happened or have a weird disconnect from memories i do have (more so grey-outs not black-outs) unless they’re really emotionally attached memories (seeing a movie i liked, going to a theme park, my own birthdays or Christmas) and even then some parts of those memories are ‘blurred’ or ‘missing’.

I cant tell if this could be just my ADHD (given i also forget to do chores I dislike but can easily remember when something im exited about is coming up) forgetting parts or entire memories that i just dislike or have disinterest in. Or….?

(mention of fictional infant death down below!)

I have brought this up with my therapist but i also didn’t have terminology for ‘grey-outs’ when I did, now that I do i feel ill be able to more accurately explain what’s going on in my head. [i also feel i should state I have no experiences of things that seem traumatizing. At worst I (a more sheltered than average person) read a book then watched the movie that contained a scene of a baby being euthanized (it was a book we were reading in school & the teacher showed us the movie, this was middle school) and afterwards had my first panick attack during an allergy shot. And that sent me into a fit of anxiety for about a year, but I’ve been over that for a while & dont know if that classifies as trauma?]

Im still learning about systems and such, and you seem far more educated than me. Please help. 😅

hey, so we’re not an expert at all - just a system trying to share what we know. that being said, having memory issues in and of itself doesn’t really point to plurality to us, necessarily. lots of folks have issues with short or long term memory. brains are really complex and intricate, and plurality/dissociative disorders aren’t the only ways that amnesia can manifest. maybe check out our post on dissociative amnesia for a bit of our experience with this kind of amnesia specifically along with a few resources:

if you’re curious about complex dissociative disorders specifically (which we assume you are due to your mention of trauma), we’d like to say that repeated trauma in childhood is what causes these disorders to form. so witnessing one scary event in and of itself probably wouldn’t cause someone to develop a disorder as serious as did or osdd. it’s the repetition of trauma without an opportunity for the child to escape, process, or be supported which causes something like did to happen.

that being said, it’s very possible to be a system without trauma. lots of folks find that they’re plural without an extensive trauma history. and while many folks are plural without a dissociative disorder, some of them do have a form of plurality that was influenced by trauma, even if they don’t have a dissociative disorder. we’ll link our resource post for questioning systems so you can learn more about a bunch of different kinds of plurality, including dissociative disorders like did:

overall, we’ll reiterate that poor memory alone doesn’t really sound like a dissociative disorder to us, or even plurality as a whole. dissociative disorders come with a host of other debilitating symptoms, and plurality in general involves being multiple, or more than one.

you might have headmates who you just don’t know about. or you might not. ultimately this isn’t something we can answer for you. but hopefully with enough research and self-exploration, you’ll be able to answer this yourself.

sorry if this answer is weird or not quite what you were hoping to hear. we’re wishing you the best of luck with everything though, regardless of whether or not you’re plural.

🐢 kip and 🦇 kandi

#questioning system #trauma #death #infant death #memory loss #amnesia

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brolantra · 2 months

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I always used to question how I could still have love for people who have literally done everything in their power to break me… and I always used to tell myself that’s just proof the love I give is unconditional and it’s proof my capacity to love is vast. Which isn’t untrue, but that’s only half of the truth. The other half of the truth is that my ability to love those who wish me harm is only an extension of the fact that I love the 3 people who ruined my life before it even really began with all of my heart and soul. And I always will despite everything that happened. My brother has hurt me more than anyone else on this planet, but my parents are equally responsible for how I became so mentally ill. I was diagnosed with bipolar disorder, chronic anxiety, and cPTSD. It’s one thing to heal your soul through spirituality, which I’m not minimizing cuz that’s where I started and it’s just as important. But healing my BRAIN??? Just wow. I knew it was going to be hard but some days are so hard I don’t know how the fuck I’ve made it this far. Healing ptsd makes healing bipolar disorder seem like a walk in the fucking park (and it wasn’t easy at all believe me.) I know how powerful I am. I know if I can heal my brain of bipolar disorder I can do anything I put my mind to. But dis shit is harrrddddd. I’ve had to take radical accountability for correcting issues that simply were not my fault, and it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. I think there’s a difference between self pity, and just being completely honest with myself.. cuz I do my best to not throw pity parties and I try to just focus on my forward motion. But I’ve learned enough now to know I’m not doing myself any justice by minimizing the pain that was inflicted on me in my formative years because that pain has been the foundation for every other connection that has caused me harm in my life. Both romantic & platonic. I really do understand why people opt out of real healing.. cuz this shit ain’t for the faint of heart at all. Only the truly strong survive the depth of the mud you have to trek through. Allowing myself to be vulnerable in this open space. This safe space I’ve created for myself over the years.. it really helps. I also journal in a physical journal and in the notes in my phone. Never seems to be enough though. Definitely proof I’m meant to be a writer, which is off topic but yea. I hope as the energy of this full moon fades out I’ll feel better. These emotions are coming up for a reason, I have to get them out of my system. I don’t like feeling this way but I know moving through it is the only way to go, resisting the current will only hurt me more. Doing the best I can. Hopefully in a few days this stage of my journey will be behind me cuz whew.. I’m a hot mess right now

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restforthe-burdenedsoul · 7 months

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October 10th

I am doing my very first app pet sit. Two kitties. They’re very sweet, but my anxiety has been pretty high about it. The owner has cameras. She has a very strict schedule for the cats, but is overall a nice person and doesn’t feel overbearing. I’m not sure if she’s checking the cameras or not. I thought I’d be okay with the cameras, but it’s just added another level to my already present perfectionism. The cats are social, but not constantly in need of attention, so I feel like I’m not doing enough? All she really asked for was to make sure I’m playing with them once a day and that the one has anxiety so I can’t leave for more than 6 hours at a time. Which seems alright. I don’t go anywhere really. I’ve been consistent in my walking daily though ☺️ there’s a super cute park up the road that I’ve been going to.

Company A reached out yesterday. They’re hung up with hiring as the candidate for the lead supervisor didn’t work out and they have to be hired first. They have another strong candidate and said I am their top pick for the position I interviewed for. They’d like to do another interview with this person and then a group interview with the two of us to see how we jive. Crazy how intense their process is! I do think the additional interview is that they’re very focused on creating a supportive office environment which really stands out for me. They provide services to help those with addiction, mental health, and undiagnosed illnesses and make a point to state that if we’re helping those people, they want to make sure we have the most support as well.

Unfortunatelyyyy this means the next hiring period is the second week of November 😭😭😭 I have an interview with another agency next week and hopefully a second interview with another next week too. I’m going to talk to M about it and see if he’s okay with me holding out. It’s just such a long time and I’m not getting much work through the gig apps. I’m not a fan of Ubering alone, but I’m going to have to.

I’m also worried that If I decline a job, they may not end up moving forward with me. Being their top pick means nothing without an offer letter. It makes me wonder why they are hesitant to extend the offer? She said I have to do a writing prompt as the next step which I’m submitting today. A large chunk of the job is submitting the disability applications. I actually really enjoy writing, so it’s a perk to me. I’m still iffy about how they get their referrals, but it does sound like by the time they get to me, they’re engaged in the program. I wouldn’t do the counter part to this position that’s for sure.

Here’s some of my workouts and the beautiful week I’m having so far

#progress #work out #exercise #fitblr #walking #nature walk

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“What do we do?” You asked Finn. You had almost made it to the ship. So close that if you both bolted you could get on board and shut the door before they caught up with you.

“Just try to stay calm. They might not know who we are yet.” Finn whispered as someone called out for the two of you to stop. You pulled at the ill-fitting uniform you’d found and turned as Finn did. Trying to look as if you were meant to be there.

“You're in the wrong sector.” One of them said. Two had approached you and three guards watched from their posts outside facilities not too far away.

“We’re aware.” Finn said quickly.

“Why would you come to the wrong sector…” The other one started to ask.

“We had to park close for our equipment there was a big reading. We wanted to be sure…” You tried to come up with a story that was convincing. Finn glanced at you and nodded.

“Yeah. We’re from sector five. There was a flare-up on our readings that could have taken out your whole sector. We were sent over immediately. I guess you haven’t received the details yet.” Finn built on the lie and you could see they seemed to be buying it.

“What exactly are you investigating?” The smaller of the two asked.

“Ghosts.” You said and then winced.

“Ghosts? Ghosts! We’re not supposed to say.” Finn said quickly, recovering from his surprise. “Um. We’re ghost hunters.”

“Yes. The Jedi have a… ghost power. Get into the machines and turn them against us. We had a problem in our sector, really bad, so we’re sent out to look at any anomalies as our department managed to get rid of it pretty quickly. If you have any malfunctioning gear I’d be careful.” You said quickly.

“We should get back.” Finn said to you as something on his wrist beeped.

“Well, we have a malfunction…”

“Look. We’re sent out to check it out and then we have to make a report, and then someone else will come out to fix it. I think it’s a bad way to do it. I could just fix it here. But protocols, protocol. You know. The big guys not going to like me breaking it.” Finn said calmly.

“Yeah. We know how that is.” The smaller one said.

“I’d just try and keep people away from it for a while, just to be safe. We’ll get the report in as fast as we can.” You added.

“Alright then. We won't hold you up any longer.” They said and you both hurried away towards your ship.

“Ghosts?” Finn said as he took a seat. He strapped in as you started the ship and left the sector.

“I panicked. We didn’t know they would be there. Hopefully, they don’t find the chip we left in their machine.” You muttered. Finn moved to start looking over the navigation as you managed to get away.

“Looks like they bought it.” Finn said as you both let out a relieved sigh and passed along the message that you were returning.

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eggmixercortex · 1 year

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okay i have slept on it hopefully ill be more coherent now. spoiler free as possible.

alright. firstoff. skinamarink is outstanding. phenomenal fantastic any other word you can think of this film knocks it (and the viewer) out of the damn park. Im going to be thinking about this thing for weeks. scared the stuffing out of me so bad i spent over half of the runtime cowering against a wall. a horror masterpiece that feels like it was purpose built with my anxieties in mind.

secondly - I 100% understand why its so polarizing. for me, this movie was everything i could have ever dreamed of and more, but if it was even a tiny bit less Totally My Jam i probably wouldn’t have liked it. if you are not utterly invested in the style of horror skinamarink uses you won’t get jack shit out of it. as many 1-star reviewers say, nothing happens in this fuckin movie! its just a wall, man! do you like practical effects and buckets of blood? do you want teeth and chainsaws and zombies? you will (and some do) fall asleep in the theatre. a serbian film, this is not.

Kyle Edward Ball is first and foremost an indie creator, whose other works reflect the style of horror that’s been growing on small creator focused sites like youtube over the years. his work is low budget as hell, and all of the cartoons included in both skinamarink and Heck, the short-film it was based on (we’ll get to it later), are public domain. (entertainingly, it includes The Cobweb Hotel among them, which gave me a single moment of “oh hey i know that one!” before returning to the Bad Time House.) If that is our style, or at least if you’ve seen a fair amount of indie analogue and experimental horror, you’ll actually notice that on a technical level skinamarink isn’t doing anything special. like, at all.

while certainly unique in its framing, none of the things brought to the table here are new - i saw every scare (save the first) miles before it arrived, and none of them did anything to disrupt my expectations. this isn’t a failing of the writing, and i will argue that knowing whats going to happen makes it much more effective, because just like watching a classic stalker killer, well, stalk, you just have to sit and wait and squirm. I would even go so far as to say that Heck was less predictable, despite being more than an hour shorter and independently produced - it was really only focused on the one scare that it was building to, and didn’t worry about anything silly like tension and release cycles. skinamarink is completely different - which is actually part of why it worked so well for me.

I first heard about this movie back sometime in october or novermber - long before it was even off the film festival circuit. I heard and saw many horror creators i looked up to either raving or complaining about it. i was furious that i couldn’t have it Right Now Right Away. but, i heard, oh you know it was based on a short-film. yeah, its on youtube right now, the director’s got a channel. yeah, its pretty good. and it was! I watched it, had a great time with it, and continued to anticipate skinamarink. vitally, it didn’t scare me that much. I thought, I know how short-film adaptations go, hopefully this one won’t be too disastrous, I can’t wait to see the effects re-done on a bigger budget! and went into skinamarink fully thinking i knew what i was gonna get.

(stupid? yeah, a little.)

that’s actually why the first scare got me, because i assumed it was going to be as subtle as Heck all the way through. after that, i was totally knocked on my ass and unprepared for the rest of the movie - even having seen dozens of Ball’s other works, and knowing several spoilers about skinamarink itself, i was still on the back foot for most of the film.

before, i was thinking mostly about the filmwork itself - “ooh, I love how the film grain makes it look like there’s movement in every dark corner, that’s clever!” and afterward all i could manage was “no no no no NO NO OH GOD NO PLEASE I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE” (positive) so, you know. its pretty cool.

#skinamarink #long post #god i want someone else i know to watch so i can talk about it #help girl ive been consumed #worm whispers

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the-underthinker · 2 years

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The Avengers are actually Crack Addicts.

MINI SERIES

Part 1: Don’t Mess with Black Widow

Description: Peter thinks you don’t have what it takes to complete a simple dare. You decide to prove the young spider-ling wrong, which leads you both to face some tough consequences.

Pairings: Enhanced!Reader x Avengers (Platonic)

Warnings: idiocy, randomness, crack, humor, a bit of angst maybe? (barely any tho). A whole lot of spelling errors and grammar mistakes, oops.

- divider credits to @promenadewithme-graphics

You’re screwed.

You are so extremely, incredibly screwed.

You were never one to hold on to regrets, but after the stunt you just pulled your starting to feel them creeping in like the consequences of someone who was lactose intolerant. Dread filled in the pit of your stomach, and anxiety seeped through your veins.

Dammit, you had dreams, and goals you’ve been too lazy to commit to. Now—now you held no future of completing them. All because your dumb ass just had to royally piss off one of the most dangerous, most lethal, most deadly human beings on this planet.

Natasha Romanoff.

God, this was all Peters fault. This was the last time you’d involve yourself with that raunchy-ass looking Charlotte’s-web wannabe’s activities. Sure it was a dare, and who were you to pussy out on one—that’s right, never. Although, you knew you should’ve listened to your gut the moment those words left Peter’s mouth instead of allowing him to egg you on with his proclamations of calling you a “chicken”, as he proceeded to flap his wings like one whilst he waddled in a circle.

You and your damn pride.

You wheezed out a harsh exhale as you threw the door into the common room open, ignoring whoever it was in front of you and shoving them to the side roughly. Only the glimpse of the familiar logo of Midtown High gave you a hint to who it could be. You grumbled in annoyance at the sound of Peters sequels of surprise. You would deal with him later, if Nat didn’t get to you first that is.

“Move!” You screamed, side-stepping sweet little Morgan who was sat coloring at the coffee table, causing you to swiftly jump over the couch right over Tony’s head from where he sat with his daughter, as he clutched his pearls tightly to his chest. You then swerved right past Wanda who screeched in terror as she jumped into Vision’s arms as he wore a look of confusion at the madness that was occurring.

It was like you could see a hope of light up ahead, your source of freedom that lead into the parking garage and to your car that would take you far away from the compound, and hopefully to the airport to never be seen again was only a few feet away. You just needed to reach the door that led to the staircase and you would finally get your liberation at last.

“Mama ain’t dying today,” you whispered to yourself, as you ran straight towards the exit. Going as far as lunging straight towards the door.

Alas, it was all a dream because all to soon you were falling quickly and back into reality as you fell hard into a solid figure.

“What the hell!” The muffled voice of the person below you wailed, quickly shoving you to the side as they groaned in pain.

You mumbled a few curse words under your breath as you attempted to stand on shaky legs. There was no time to waste as you needed to escape fast, time was of the essence. So, with wide eyes and wobbly knees you began to speed walk like an old lady would towards the clearance section of her favorite craft store, and dashed straight to the exit.

“Whoa there,” Steve said, grabbing onto your shoulders as he attempted to steady you in place. “Where do you think you’re going? You just sumo-slammed Sam, and your walking like a new born giraffe, what’s got you in such a rush?” He questioned, concern flickering in his eyes.

You felt a rush of dizziness flutter through you as you held on to Steve’s forearms tightly. Other days you would of pretended to feel a little ill just a while longer so that you’d be able to cop a feel of his toned arms, but unfortunately Nat was on a killing spree, so you sadly made the decision to feel up Captain America another time when your schedule was clear.

Steve on the other hand, was concerned. Your crazy eyes and the way you tightened your grip on his arms freaked him out tremendously. Slowly he began to hold you at arms length, reminding himself just how feral you can really be sometimes.

The corners of your lips twitched in amusement as you tried not to cackle at Steve’s facial expression. Preventing your death by a short red-headed assassin was number one on your to-list at the moment, and you were reminded that there was simply no time to waste. You needed to run, and you needed to leave now. Slapping away Steve’s grubby hands that did well to help you stay balanced, you began waddling away towards the exit.

Before you could take another step forward Steve grabbed you by the shoulders and turned you around to face him once again.

“Y/n, you cannot just barge into the common room and push and shove your way through, wrestle-mania Sam into the ground, and then hobble away like an old lady as if you didn’t just abuse us with your cane. Now, what is the meaning of all this?” Steve demanded, his Captain America voice slipping past those luscious lips of his. Why do men get everything, and they don’t even deserve it.

You huffed in annoyance, as your heart continued to beat erratically. Your eyes darted back and forth all around the room as you looked for the one person who was missing from this equation. Knowing Steve, he was too stubborn to let you off the hook without an explanation, so with a swollen forehead and blurry eyes you began to give him the spark notes.

“Look, I can’t really go into detail right now because my life is quite literally on the line-,” Steve only rolled his eyes at your exaggeration because this wasn’t the first time you’ve said this exact phrase before.

“-but I may have tinkered with Nat’s hair products, and she may, or may not resemble something similar to Morgan’s drawings.”

As if on queue, everyone’s head turned towards Morgan’s drawings that were sprawled all along the coffee table. Watching in curiosity as she drew a bunch of scribbled hearts around other shapes that were unidentifiable.

“Not that one,” Y/n said, wincing slightly as you redirected them. “The one to the left.”

There on the coffee table laid a masterpiece (Tony’s words, no one else’s) of assorted colors, and shapes. A colorful kaleidoscope that was supposed to resemble Lucky, the Barton’s new dog designed in a way that was completely unrecognizable. He was a “rainbow unicorn puppy” (Morgan’s words, not her’s). Y/n could now admit that Morgan really was like Picasso in a sense, because she was certainly inspired to create her own disaster of a masterpiece as well.

Peter and Sam cackled loudly in the background as they both leaned on the back of the couch to hold themselves up. Struggling to breathe as they could only wonder what the damage could be to Nat’s hair.

Tony, who was sat near Morgan on the floor only smirked as he shook his head in amusement along with Wanda and Vision.

Poor Steve only pinched the bridge of his nose as he muttered a not so discreet “why me?”, all while shaking his head in disappointment.

You huffed in annoyance as you brought your attention back to Steve, impatiently waiting for him to dismiss you. “Now I don’t know what the fuc-”

“Language!” You only rolled your eyes as he continued to glare down at you in disappointment.

“Seriously? You watched me kill someone like, yesterday.”

“A little murder is no excuse to start talking inappropriately in front of a child,” he stated, flickering his eyes towards Morgan who quietly sang to herself, stuck in her own little world.

“Speaking of murder,” It was a voice like silk velvet, a smooth and delicate sound that rung in Y/n’s ears. It was a voice so dangerously beautiful that the melody of it alone could pierce through a terrified soul, and strike at it so easily, ending it once and for all.

Gulping, Y/n turned around slowly as she clenched her fists tightly to her sides. Her bottom lip quivered in fear as she took in the image that was Natasha Romanoff herself.

“I cant believe you actually did it!” Peter screeched, his eyes were wide in mirth as he let his gaze travel all over Nat’s menacing figure.

Her once ruby red hair that shined bright when hit by the sun just right was nothing but a muddy mess of prismatic hues. You couldn’t tell where the neon green started, and where the lavender strands ended. The collar of her shirt was soaked by the tips of her hair that were still wet from the shower she hurried out of once she realized her predicament.

As the others muffled their chuckles behind the palms of their hands, Sam and Peter decided to risk their own lives and explode with laughter right behind her. Nat stood in front of Y/n lighting her up like a fire to a puddle of gasoline with the glare she was producing. A look so intimidating that it could send even the devil back into the depths of hell all while he shivered in his boots begging for forgiveness.

Y/n believed herself to be a strong willed individual. Someone of great strength and certainly not shy from the bloodshed that came with being an enhanced being. In all her life, and with all that she has encountered; whether that be the torture of those scientist that injected some sort of fluid into her veins day in and day out with chemicals upon chemicals until she was nothing but bruised and bloodied, and from side effects that ranged between night sweats to the voices that spoke through her mind whispering words and secrets that made her wish she could turn it all off, nothing in this world; Alien, nor God could terrify her more than Natasha herself.

See Natasha wan’t the type to get revenge, no--she was the type to make sure she got even.

That was one thing she made sure to promise even her worst enemies, and Y/n knew then and there that Nat would make sure she would prevail in her mission.

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“Why is he making those sounds?” Vision questioned, staring intently at the salty tear drops that leaked from Sam’s eyes from his view on the couch right beside Wanda and the others.

“It’s called crying, Vis,” Wanda said, letting out a small giggle that was muffled by the palm of her hand.

“What does ‘crying’ mean?” Vision asked, his android-looking-doe eyes gazing questionably at the red-headed Scarlet Witch.

“It’s how humans express their emotions; such as distress, sadness, and even joy.” Wanda said, smiling lovingly up at Vision as she reached for his hand to squeeze.

Vision smiled, satisfied with the information on humans that he was obtaining. Moving his gaze back towards the three delinquents (Steve’s words) that were subjected to Natasha’s wrath, he cocked his head to the side as he gazed back down at Sam who was sat on the floor of the common room in front of him.

“That is very...interesting.” He stated, “how do we make it stop?”

Sam only glared back at vision with puffy eyes as snot began to dribble down and out his nose.

“I don’t understand why you’re doing this to me, Y/n was the one who did the prank on you, not me!” Sam whined as he proceeded to be held down by Nat as she forcibly shaved his head with the buzzing razor that was clutched in her fist tightly.

The other two idiots who began this whole escapade were currently tied from top to bottom in a strong wire that Nat had produced out of nowhere after she cornered Y/n in the kitchen. Which wasn’t as easy as she anticipated because she had to chase her for another fifty minutes before finally lunging at her when she tripped on air.

Peter and Sam were to busy laughing their asses off to see Nat drag Y/n into the middle of the living room with a devious smile on her face. Y/n sat there with a defeated look and her chin against her chest as she finally came to terms with her consequences. Eventually Nat was able to sneak up behind both Peter and Sam and grab them by the ears and hold them down as they screamed in panic. She then began flipping a coin to determine who would be the first to get their hair shaved off completely as payment. All while the rest of the Avengers began taking their seats to enjoy the show, even passing along some drinks and snacks that Tony went to grab for them as Morgan sat on his lap sipping on a cherry flavored juice box.

“I know I should be scared for my life right now, but surprisingly I’m pretty calm. I was actually debating shaving my head earlier to be honest.” Peter said, as he sat criss-cross-applesauce with his arms zip-tied behind his back as he watched Nat struggle a bit to hold Sam down.

“That’s because you were having another breakdown Pete. It happens when you have crippling anxiety,” Y/n said, rolling her eyes at her best friend. It wasn’t the first time he debated doing it before either. Peter only shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head in agreement as he muttered a small ‘true’.

Y/n sighed heavily as she watched Sam scream at his own reflection in the mirror that was hung against the hallway wall. Nat only smiled evilly as she grabbed Y/n and dragged her to the center of the room.

“Please Nat, you don’t have to do this. You can always dye your hair back, this—this is permanent.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’ll grow back,” Tony said, as he crunched loudly on his popcorn, smirk evident behind buttery lips. Y/n glared at the man in front of her as she felt Nat pull her hair loose front the bun it was in.

“The only thing I can give you Y/n, is my undying hatred at this very moment.” Nat whispered in her ear, causing everyone to shiver slightly in their seats.

Peter let out a small squeak of fear at Natasha's words, his eyes were wide as he finally registered the part he played in all this.

“I think I just peed a little.”

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Bones of Old

A related story to The Hidden Royals

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I have to admit that @isfjmel-phleg has inspired this in a couple of ways. One is due to having read your annotated letters that you had posted throughout March and the other goes all the way back to a comment left on Tales Of A Frozen Sailor; The Autopsy

This time there is no twist, just bones.

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A mystery had been uncovered.

The park project had been halted. People weren’t happy. This park project had been years in the making.

The luxurious gardens that had been planned for this park, had been meticulously laid out in the seemingly untouched wooded back corner of the land that had once been attached to the palace.

Plans that could now no longer go forward, once it had become clear that the bones that had been unearthed were human.

Which was where she and her team came in. As far as anyone had known, there were no records of any burials in the surrounding area. This could be a problem if these bones were recently put there. Burying bodies on crown land was concerning.

The sooner she and her team learned what they could about the bones the better.

She hoped that the site hadn’t been too badly damaged by the crew digging the place up. If the bones were badly damaged by the workers, it would make her job just that much harder. Though newer breaks should be noticeably different from older ones.

The site had been untouched and guarded since the bones were realized to be human, so there was at least that. Everything about the site was going to have to be documented.

She employed a photographer that she would be making use of. Before her crew did anything, she had the photographer set up his camera and take pictures of the area as it was currently. Freshly cleared of trees and dark ground turned up and the few bones that had been dug up, including the skull that halted all of the work.

A tent had been set up to protect the space and detour onlookers. Once the photographer finished the first set of photos, they would set up a grid and start the excavation for the rest of the bones of the remains.

The king wanted everything documented about these remains.

Once she was able to get her first good look at the bones, she could tell that these bones were old. They had been in the ground here for a long time. Only providing slight relief in that fact.

She would still need to study them closer to determine how long the bones had been here. Because of that, they would be packing up each bone so that it could be taken back to the museum and studied further.

But first came finding the rest of the remains and anything else that might relate to these remains. Anything found with them could be of importance, could help pinpoint an age for them.

It was a picturesque place.

She could understand why the gardens were being put here. Now was not the time to muse about the beauty of her work setting.

They had to be careful as they dug. Anything could be a clue to who this was, when this person was buried and why.

Anything that they uncovered would have a picture taken and documented where it was found and if there was anything immediately noticeable about it.

A job that she had assumed would take a few days stretched into weeks as they found more bones.

This was no longer the grave of a single person, but three, four, five, nine in total and half of them were adolescents. A mass grave of nine, but thankfully no more than that.

There were so many questions. Who were these people? When had they died? Why were they buried in the middle of what would have been nowhere? Who had killed them? Or had an illness swept through a family?

Some of the questions should hopefully be revealed through the bones.

The bones of the nine had all been taken back to the museum with anything else that could be a potential artifact. Perhaps something among those items once cleaned could help date the bones better.

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She let out a sigh.

The basic outline of her findings were written and could now be given to the king to read.

She had learned as much as she could from the bones. Without more advanced technology or a greater understanding of bones, there was little more to be gleamed from what they had.

Currently, the singular button that had been found, didn’t help them narrow the date down much. There was a crest on the button, but it couldn’t be made out with what they could do. They were at a standstill.

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The report for the king.

The skeletal remains found on the property of the royal gardens has been concluded to be the bones of nine individuals; ranging in age from approximately 50 down to maybe about six years old. All of the bones appear to be approximately from 500-600 years ago.

The oldest appears to be a male individual of approximately 45-50 years in age (Subject A). He appears to have nicks from a blade on his ribs, possibly from being stabbed in a downward motion from a wide sharp blade.

His bones seem to be healthy and show no signs of malnutrition or disease.

There were also blade marks on his neck. One blade mark could possibly have been caused by the slicing of the throat, not likely to have been self inflicted. It also appears that his head was severed from his body, the way that one of his vertebrae has been cut.

There were also similar injuries on the bones of the eldest female (Subject B) who appears to be a similar age to the eldest male.

Though there are no marks on her ribs. She appears to be of a similar age to Subject A possibly slightly younger.

Subject C is an adult male, possibly 30-35, there are no discernible marks on the bones to determine cause of death.

There appears to be no signs of disease or malnutrition to a degree that could lead to his death. Though there does seem to be slight scorching on some of the bones which might indicate that the body might have died or experienced a fire at some point.

Subject D; a female of approximately 25-30, is in a similar condition.

Other than a fracture on the skull that shows blunt force trauma that potentially could have caused her death. Her bones also show minor scorching.

Subject E is a female approximately age 16-21, she shows signs of multiple stab wounds on her ribs.

Subject F also appears to be female, possibly 14-19 years old. She also appears to have been stabbed multiple times.

Subject G appears to be a young male somewhere between the age of 10-15. He too shows signs of stab wounds on the ribs, along with blunt force trauma to the skull.

Subject H also appears to be a young male of about 8-13. Not only does he show similar marks of having been stabbed multiple times on the ribs and blunt force trauma on the skull, but he has a mostly healed fracture on his left arm.

The last subject; Subject I, appears to most likely be a young girl between the ages of 5-10.

Before her also violent death, it appears that it is possible that she had lost a baby tooth or two.

All of these remains had been found in the same grave, possibly thrown one on top of each other without any care. There was no signs of any preparations for any of them.

They appear to have been thrown away as if trash, buried and forgotten about for hundreds of years.

There was a singular button found nearby. It needs to be carefully cleaned yet to see if it might reveal any clues that might help us pinpoint a date that’s a little bit more narrow.

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It had been nearly a hundred years since the bones of the garden nine had been found. They had more advanced technology now and were going to take a closer look at all of those bones. Maybe the mystery of who they once were, would finally be solved.

The bones themselves had become famous since their discovery. Nine people, all buried in a mass grave with no care taken in their burial.

Not only that, but the fact that they had been found in an area that had not been known to have any burials was also interesting. Especially as it was on crown land that the remains were found. The only reason that they were found, was because the royal gardens that had been commissioned and built. Otherwise the bones would have remained buried.

Other than the bones, the only thing that had been found in or near the grave was a single metal button. One which helped narrow down the time span greatly.

It was a button with a currently hard to make out crest. It was the crest of Roland Fordsfield, more particularly, of when he was king. Which was ever so slightly different from when he was just a nobleman. Clearly he had wanted to make sure that everyone knew that he was the king at the time. And if the bodies were from his reign, it was a little strange that they would be all the way out at what was now the Royal Gardens.

It wasn’t anywhere where people had normally been buried at the time.

Doing a DNA analysis was helpful. It showed that out of the nine people in the grave, seven were related. If the results were correct, it was likely that the eldest two were the parents of the youngest five.

Subject C and D, showed no relation. Suspicions were raised.

It was possible that perhaps, King Edgar, Queen Priscilla and their five children who were killed had been found. No one had ever known where they had been buried. And it had been documented that not only did the king and queen have their heads cut off, but it would then make sense why there were two in the grave who showed no relation. They would have been the decoys of King Theodore and Queen Elizabeth, who were well known to have survived.

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Excerpt from King Theodore's journal after having taken back his rightful throne.

It is one thing to be the only member of your family to have avoided being slaughtered. It is another to realize that you do not know where your family has been buried afterwards.

Roland stole my parents and siblings from me not once, but twice with this. He has refused to say where he has buried them and it seems not one person among his court knows where they are.

It is beyond frustrating.

Rosaline, Marla, Lionel, Richard, and Lilliana should all still be alive. Rosaline was only 18 and Lilliana was only 8. What crimes has an 8 year old committed other than being the youngest daughter of a king?

That is truly the most sickening part of this. My siblings never had the chance to live full lives, to meet any of their nephews or niece. To get married themselves, let alone finish growing up for the youngest ones.

Though had they lived, I fear what their lives under Roland would have been like. As he certainly wasn’t kind to my youngest son while he held him imprisoned.

Leaving James to nearly starve and freeze to death. Or as close as he might have come.

Roland is a thief in that respect as well as a traitor. If we had any other choice, we would not chose to execute him. If we don’t, he will not only cause problems, but his many heinous crimes against the people of this country would go unpunished.

His judgment day will happen sooner than he likes. May God have mercy on his soul.

If it is feasible, we will only put his children in exile. They should only be judged upon their own actions, not the actions of their father and mother.

#the hidden royals #bones of the garden nine #bones of old #these old bones #I probably should have worked on this longer. until it was properly finished #but I haven't been making much progress and have been wanting to word on a diff Cinderella instead #I only meant for this to be a shorr #a short piece anyways so here it is

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