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kjsfandoms · 3 months ago

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Lust and Love

Eddie Munson x Reader

Description: Eddie is dating the girl he's been pinning over for years- Chrissy Cunningham. What happens when a new girl enters his life?

Word Count: 3k

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Chrissy and Eddie have been dating for a good few months now and they both truly are happy. Eddie had been crushing on her since their middle school talent show and was insanely surprised when she came to him to buy drugs. The Chrissy Cunningham High buying drugs from him? He couldn’t believe it.

Not long after their first deal, Chrissy started to realize that she really enjoyed Eddie’s company. One thing led to another and soon enough the freak of Hawkins High was dating the queen of Hawkins High.

Though they were dating and loved spending time together they still always made sure to have time for their friends. Hence why Eddie still sits at the hellfire table for lunch (also totally not because the majority of the popular kids hate him).

One day during lunch as Eddie is sitting at the front of the table, munching on his pretzels, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike join him. “Hey, fellas.” Eddie says as the boys start eating their unpleasantly looking school lunch. They talk about DND for a good minute until Dustin turns around mid-conversation when he notices Y/N sit down at the table next to theirs.

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey there, Dustin.” Y/N replies as she takes off her headphones and gives him a friendly smile. Mike and Lucas then notice her as well and say their hellos. Eddie looks back and forth between the boys and this girl, Y/N. He takes in her appearance and notices the eyeliner, dark denim jeans, and the loosely hung Black Sabbath t-shirt. How the hell did these boys know this girl and why has he never seen her around?

She turns back to her own table and puts her headphones back on. He can briefly hear Judas Priest coming through them before being interrupted by Gareth sharing some more DND ideas.

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After school he walks Chrissy to her cheer practice before heading over to the drama room to set up for the upcoming hellfire session tonight. In there he spots Dustin who is also usually there sometimes to help Eddie set up. “Hey, man.” Eddie greets. “Hey, Eddie. I already set up everyone’s character sheets.” “Thanks, Henderson.”

As Eddie and Dustin continue to set up, the question from earlier still lingers on Eddie’s mind. Who was that girl? ‘Might as well ask’, he thinks to himself.

“Henderson, who was that girl you guys were saying hi to at lunch?”

“Oh, Y/N? We’ve known her for a few years now. She’s friends with Jonathan Byers so we met her by association. She’s really cool though. I’m surprised you guys have never met considering you have a lot in common. But why do you ask?” Dustin says as he pulls out some dice.

“Was just curious. Never seen her around.”

“Yeah, she can be more on the quiet and loner side, but she’s great when you get to know her.”

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Hellfire went pretty good as Eddie had been playing that campaign for weeks now. The boys and Erica have already left by now, but he stayed back to clean up. As he’s putting away their chairs he hears the drama room doors open. In walks her. Y/N.

“Oh, hi! Sorry, didn’t know you guys were doing hellfire today. I’m just setting some things up for the talent show this weekend.” She says. That’s when Eddie notices her carrying two guitars and an amp. “Don’t worry, you’re all good. Just cleaning up. You want some help with that?” “Please,” she says with a breathy laugh, “carrying these all at once is not easy.” “Oh, trust me I know. I play in a band.” He says as he walks over to take the amp out of her arm.

They walk to the stage and as Eddie plugs in the amp Y/N sets up the guitars. Wanting to break the silence, Y/N asks, “So, you’re in a band. What do you play?” “Guitar. I also help write some of our songs.” Y/N looks up at him with a smile and says, “No way! I also play guitar and write songs. Though, it’s just for fun. I’m not in a band or anything.” Eddie looks shocked at this. He’s never met a girl that’s been into music like this, not to mention music that he likes. “That’s sick! Think I could hear one of your songs one day?” “Only if I get to hear one of yours.”

Continuing their conversation, they’re eventually interrupted when the drama doors open once again, this time revealing Chrissy. “Hey, babe!” Chrissy cheers and she walks over to give Eddie a hug. “Hey, Chris. How was practice?” Y/N watches as the obvious couple interact, slightly disappointed in the fact that he has a girlfriend. But Y/N isn’t the one to overstep boundaries and disrespect someone’s relationship, so she pushes those thoughts to the back of her mind.

“Bye, Eddie, it was nice meeting you.” Y/N says with a smile as she starts to leave.

“You too, Y/N.”

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It's been a few weeks since the first interaction, but over those few weeks the two have created a friendship. They hang out every now and then, Eddie sharing his time between Y/N, Chrissy, and his hellfire friends.

This day in particular, Y/N and Eddie finally decided to act upon the deal they made when they first met, which was to hear each other's music. Eddie invited her over, but Y/N declined. She thought it’d be rude to hang out one on one with a man who is in a relationship inside his own home. Eddie understood where she was coming from, but assured her Chrissy knew. Still, she stuck to her word and the two agreed to meet up in the drama room after school instead.

“So, you wanna go first?” Y/N asks as the both of them sit criss cross on the stage floor, both holding guitars in their lap. “Why not.” Eddie replies as he takes his guitar pick off his neck and starts strumming. He opted to playing a more simple rock song of his rather than metal as he thought it’d be way too extra. When it came down to Y/N’s turn, she stuck to more of one of her indie-rock songs.

“You’re better than I thought you’d be.” Eddie says with a playful grin.

“Same for you, Munson.”

“I’d like to state for the record, that was an easy song I played. I’m usually ten times more metal.” He says with a slight smirk, “You should really come watch me and my band play some time. We perform at the Hideout on Tuesdays. Maybe you could even perform one of your songs.”

“I’d love to watch you guys play, but as for me performing, hard pass. I’d rather stick to putting on a show for my stuffed animals rather than real people.” Y/N replies with a smile and small laugh.

“Oh, come on! I’ll be there to cheer you on. I bet your stuffed animals can’t do that.”

Y/N let out a dramatic playful gasp and jokingly says, “What?! Peter the pig always makes sure to give me a round-of-applause.” The two share a laugh and Eddie replies, “Fine. You can stick to your stuffed animal crowd. As for me, I can pick you up around seven after I pick up Chrissy, if that’s fine with you?”

“Sounds perfect.”

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Tuesday comes around and Y/N is patiently waiting on her couch for Eddie. She eventually hears loud heavy rock music coming from outside and takes that as her cue to grab her things, not forgetting her guitar. Even though she said she didn't want to perform, she decided she wanted to surprise Eddie tonight by performing a new song of hers.

She runs outside and slides open the van door and greets Eddie and Chrissy as she goes to sit in the back. Soon enough they’re there and Eddie is parking the van. “I’m just gonna go help the boys set up. Are you guys good with waiting inside for a few minutes?” Eddie asks as they all start getting out of the van. “Yeah, that’s fine, Eds.” Chrissy replies back with a smile. Y/N had a few interactions with Chrissy since becoming friends with Eddie and from what she can tell, she’s the sweetest girl Y/N ever met. Eddie is a real lucky man, she must say.

As Y/N and Chrissy start walking inside, Chrissy notices the guitar case. “Oh, you’re playing too?!” Chrissy cheerfully asks. “Yeah, but don’t tell Eddie. Was gonna surprise him.” Y/N happily replies back, hoping that that didn’t upset Chrissy. Thankfully, Chrissy saw no problem with it and the two headed inside.

Chrissy takes a seat at one of the tables while Y/N places her guitar case next to the stage. They patiently wait and talk for a little bit as they wait for Eddie’s band. Soon enough, they hear the name ‘Corroded Coffin’ being announced on stage.

You watch as Eddie pours his heart and soul into his performance as his passion for guitar shines through. Chrissy wishes she could watch as deeply as you are, but she can’t help but pay attention to how whenever Eddie looks down at their table, his eyes travel to Y/N.

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The band finished up their last song and then walked off stage. As Eddie is putting his guitar back in his case, he hears the bar owner announce, “We have one more performance tonight! Please welcome, Y/N!”. Eddie perks up at this and immediately his attention is on the stage. Chrissy sees this. She nervously plays with the ribbon in her hair and looks at how Eddie’s eyes never left you as you walk onto the stage with your guitar.

Chrissy knows Eddie loves her, no doubt about it, but seeing the way Y/N and Eddie have bonded over the past few weeks, she knew his love for her was slowly decaying. They had so much in common, she should have seen it coming sooner. And Chrissy being the sweet girl that she is, couldn’t bring herself to be mad at it. She’s had her fair experiences with love and is well aware that you can’t choose who you fall for.

She brings her focus back to the stage as Y/N starts playing guitar and eventually singing her most recent lyrics. ‘They even have similar writing styles’, Chrissy thinks to herself. She sighs and looks down at her hands. She loves Eddie, but this isn’t right. Chrissy isn’t the girl he wants anymore. Those years he spent pinning over her have gone to waste, which hurts Chrissy to admit.

She looked over at Eddie and that’s all it took for her to accept what was going to have to happen. His eyes were so full of admiration, lust, and love. The same way he used to look at her.

Y/N walks off stage and Eddie immediately runs to her and gives her a hug so big he’s picking her off the ground. Y/N is first to break it as she knows Chrissy is right behind them. Chrissy notices this and sadly smiles to herself. She can’t even blame Y/N. She could tell how Y/N always made sure to respect their relationship and set boundaries. Y/N always made sure Eddie was spending more time with Chrissy than he was with her, she always made sure Eddie still walked Chrissy to practice after school even when he would offer to walk Y/N to her car, and she always made sure Eddie never stopped showing his love to Chrissy.

Chrissy feels a tear slide down her face but quickly wipes it when the two of them start making their way over.

“You guys were great!”, Chrissy cheers.

“Thank you.” Both Eddie and Y/N say, almost in sync.

They finish up their night at the hideout with some fries and drinks then eventually head back out to Eddie’s van. Y/N is first to be dropped off which leaves the couple alone.

“Eddie?”, Chrissy says sadly.

“Yeah, Chris?” Eddie replies as he head bops to the music playing on the car radio.

“We need to talk.”

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Eddie pulls up to Chrissy's house and stops the van in her driveway. “So, what did you want to talk about?” He asks.

“I think we should break up.”

Eddie sits in shock for a few moments before turning to face Chrissy and asks why. “Eddie, you know I love you and I know you have love for me. But you’re no longer in love with me.”, Chrissy says with watery eyes.

“Woah, woah, woah. What makes you think that, Chris?” Eddie says as he reaches for Chrissy’s hand, only for her to pull it away. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know, Eds. You like her, don’t you?”

At her words, Eddie looks down, refusing to make eye contact. His silence confirms Chrissy’s question.

“It’s okay, Eddie.” “No, it’s not. It wasn’t supposed to go this way.” Eddie’s eyes start to gather tears as he still has yet to look up at Chrissy. “What do you mean?” Chrissy asks with furrowed eyebrows. “I mean,” he sighs before continuing, “I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. Never once have I ever felt that way towards another girl, so when me and you got together, I was the happiest man in the world. I truly started to believe that opposites do attract,” He finally looks up at Chrissy as he says, “but I think that’s only because I thought there was no other girl out there that was like me. But then I met Y/N.” Chrissy looks at him with sad eyes, but a soft smile. Eddie returns a sad smile back. “I really am sorry, Chris. This isn’t how I meant for things to go. But I do want you to know I truly was happy with you and I enjoyed our time together.” “It’s okay, Eddie. And me too. I don’t want to trap you in a relationship that you don’t want to be in.”

They sit in awkward, yet somewhat comforting silence for a moment before Chrissy asks one last question, “When did you know you fell for her?” “Today, actually. At the hideout.” This somewhat shocked Chrissy as she would've thought it’d be way earlier, though she lets Eddie continue, “Sure, these past few weeks my crush for her did start to develop, but it felt wrong considering I’m with- or well, I was with you, so I pushed the thought of being with her to the back of my mind. But seeing her today on that stage, I couldn’t hide it from myself anymore.” Eddie says, looking at his lap, somewhat disappointed at himself. He had been chasing Chrissy for years, and once he finally got the girl his heart decides to do a whole u-turn on him.

“Again, Chrissy, I really am sorry.”

“It’s okay, Eddie. It’s okay. Go get her.” Chrissy says with a happier smile this time. Even though the smile was definitely forced, Eddie smiled back and gave Chrissy one last hug as a goodbye.

Eddie pulls out of Chrissy’s driveway and heads straight for Y/N’s house.

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He climbs to her bedroom window and knocks. Y/N opens her curtains, not surprised to see Eddie as he surprised her with a similar visit a week ago for a quick smoke sesh. She opens the window and welcomes him in.

“Hey, Y/N.” He pants out, slightly out of breath from climbing through your window.

“What’s up, Eddie?” Y/N asks. She notices Eddie is fidgeting with the rings on his fingers, a habit of his she recently noticed.

“I wanted to talk to you about something. About us.” He says, head down as he can’t bring himself to make eye contact. He notices the shift in Y/N’s stance, sensing that she probably has an idea of what he’s about to say.

“I like you.”

She sighs before saying, “Eddie-”

“I know,” Eddie cuts her off, “I know, I know, me and Chrissy. But we broke up.” Y/N looks up at him with shocked eyes and says, “What?! Why would you dump her for me?” Eddie grabs both of Y/N’s hands into his and looks her in the eye as he says, “She dumped me, Y/N.” Y/N takes her hands from his and puts them in her hair, slightly panicking. “No, no, no, no, I feel like a homewrecker, Eddie. This is wrong.” “I know it is, but I can’t control my feelings, Y/N.”

He sits on the edge of her bed. She takes a seat next to him and deeply sighs. “I don’t even know what to say, Eddie.” He looks down at her and puts her hand in his once again. “Just say how you feel. If you don’t feel the same way, it’s fine. I can get up and leave and pretend this conversation didn’t even happen.” Y/N sighs once again as she responds, “Eddie, I like you too. But this feels so wrong.”

Eddie’s heart lightens at her confession. He smiles to himself before saying, “It’s all up to you, love. If it makes you feel any better, this was all Chrissy’s idea. I don’t want you to think she hates you for taking me away from her. None of this is your fault, okay?” He places a finger under her chin and lifts her face up to meet him eye to eye. He can tell how her eyes are full of so many different emotions right now, but he gives her a reassuring look.

“As much as I hate to admit it, I want to be with you, Eddie.”

“That’s all you had to say, sweetheart.” He replies with a smile, slowly bringing her face to his and letting their lips connect.

Y/N feels the guilt seep into her gut as she kisses Eddie, but can’t bring herself to stop. She had been crushing on this boy the moment she laid eyes on him. Sitting at the table next to his was totally not on purpose. She of course feels for Chrissy, but when Eddie and Y/N walked into school the next day hand in hand, she saw Chrissy give her a genuine smile and a thumbs up, and all of a sudden the guilt slowly started to disappear.

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waitimcomingtoo · 1 year ago

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Dick’s

pairing: Peter Parker x reader

synopsis: the only good part of your job at Dick’s Sporting Goods is how often Peter comes in to buy repairs for his suit

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“Back so soon?”

“What?” Peter looked up and pulled his earbud out when he heard you say something. You chuckled when you heard the music coming through his earbuds and continued scanning the spandex shirt he was buying.

“You were here two nights ago.” You reminded him. “And four days before that. You’re here all the time, actually.”

“Yeah, I am. How’d you know that?” Peter blushed as you handed him the bag of his stuff. You looked around for anyone who might be listening before motioning for Peter to come closer. His blush deepened and he leaned across the register.

“I work here.” You whispered in his ear. You cracked a smile as you leaned back and pointed to the Dick’s Sporting Goods logo on your uniform shirt.

“Right.” He laughed shyly. “Sorry.”

“It’s all cool. I’m sorry that I work here too.” You shrugged, making Peter laugh again.

“It can’t be that bad, can it?”

“The name of the store is Dick’s.” You said flatly. “And apparently, that’s the only kind of people they hire here.”

“Yeah. I asked someone for help finding the nuts and bolts and he asked if I looked in my mouth.” Peter admitted. Your jaw dropped in surprise before you burst out laughing.

“Who was it?” You asked him. “Did he have red hair?”

“Yeah. In the hardware section.”

“Fucking Jeremy. I’ll kick his ass for you, okay? I’m pretty sure he’s like 13 or something but I’ll still do it.” You said, and Peter couldn’t tell if you were joking or not.

“That’s really not necessary.” He laughed shyly.

“All right.” You nodded. “Just know that I would. I’ve been looking for a reason to kick his ass anyway.”

“Why?” Peter wondered.

“Didn’t you see his face? It’s so punchable. Plus, he watches videos in the break room at full volume with no earbuds in. And if he thinks the video is funny, he’ll rewatch it multiple times. So then we all have to hear this loud, unfunny video multiple times. It drives me crazy. He deserves to get his ass kicked. I might do it just for fun now.”

“His face was pretty punchable.” Peter admitted.

“Can we hurry this up? This is taking way too long.” A man behind Peter complained, making your smile fall.

“That’s what she said.” You mumbled as you grabbed Peters receipt.

“To him.” Peter replied. You looked up at him and smiled in surprise.

“Because he’s probably bad at sex.” Peter explained in a weak voice.

“No, I got it. And I appreciated it. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Peter laughed shyly.

“One last question for you. Then I have to help Mr. Clean with his very important purchase of golf ball cleaner.” You said as you nodded towards the guy behind Peter.

“Oh, sure. Ask away.”

“Are you listening to Judas by Lady Gaga?” You asked and pointed to Peters earbuds. He turned red in embarrassment and thought about lying, but you clearly already knew.

“It’s her best song.” He said simply.

“Oh, I know that.” You assured him. “I just wanted to make sure that you know that.”

“Oh, I do.” He matched your tone, making you smile.

“Well all right then. Have a good night. See you really soon probably.” You teased him.

“Yeah. See you soon.” Peter smiled at you as he took his receipt.

Peter practically skipped out of Dicks that night. He frequented the store every time his suit needed a repair and had seen you working there a few times, forever looking miserable behind the cash register. He just never thought you’d notice him too.

A few nights later, Peter busted the eye on his mask while on patrol. He dropped his suit off at home and when to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get something to replace it. When he brought it up to the register to buy and smiled when he saw you.

“Hey.” You smirked at him and blew a bubble with your gum.

“Hey.” He smiled softly at you.

“Gum?”

“What?” He asked. You wordlessly held up a pack of Big League Chew and blew another bubble.

“Oh, no thank you. I’m driving.” He replied without thinking. He felt embarrassed for malign a stupid joke but you cracked up over it.

“I use that joke all the time.” You laughed. “Except I usually say “no thanks, I’m trying to quit.” I haven’t heard that one before.”

“I like yours better.” Peter tried to flirt.

“You can steal it. I won’t mind.” You winked at him and blew another big pink bubble. Peter gulped as you handed him his bag.

“Thanks. Have a good night.”

“You too.” You called after him as he left the store.

He returned a few days later, not that he needed anything. He was here for you this time. He came into the store at night with a plan to learn your name. It wasn’t much, but it was a step towards getting to know you better.

“Hey, Judas Boy.” You waved to Peter from behind the register.

“Hey, Dick’s girl.” He waved back and grabbed some spandex before heading to the register.

“Oh, thank God.” You said sarcastically. “You haven’t bough red and blue spandex shirts in almost a week. I was worried you were going to run out.”

“I almost did. This week has not been easy.” Peter humored you. You smiled when he played along and put his stuff into a bag.

“How come you guys don’t wear name tags?” Peter asked you as he put his plan into action.

“We’re supposed to. We’re also supposed to wear hard shoes and khaki pants.” You said behind your hand and pointed your foot out from behind the register to show him your leggings and crocs.

“I see. Not much of a rule follower?”

“I can be. But not for Dicks. Nothing for Dicks.” You said with such passion he couldn’t tell if you were kidding or not.

“But where else can you find a spandex section like this?” Peter joked and held up his bag.

“Models. Target. Walmart. Patagonia.“ You started to list off.

“Okay, sure.” Peter agreed. “But Dicks is the only one that carries red and blue.”

“Oh, I see. And red is blue is the only kind you can buy?” You chuckled.

“Obviously. What am I supposed to wear? Black?” Peter grimaced, making you laugh again.

“Why do you need all this stuff anyway? I’ve always wondered that. Why could you possibly be doing that you need all this red and blue spandex clothing?”

“Cause I’m Spiderman.” Peter said with a simply shrug. He held his breath and hoped you take that as a joke, which of course, you did.

“That’s hot.” You smirked and handed him his receipt.

“Have a good night.” He told you.

“Night.”

Peter was back just a few nights later. He never actually learned your name, so he technically had an excuse to return. He brought a spandex shirt up to the register and you laughed when you saw it.

“I think you’re single handedly funding our red and blue spandex supply.”

“Really? I’m the only one who buys it?”

“Just you.” You nodded. “My boss said he wasn’t gonna order anymore but I told him that would be making one special customer very unhappy.”

“You told him to order more just for me?” Peter smiled shyly and felt his blush go all the way to his ears.

“Duh.” You scoffed. “I gotta earn that sweet, sweet $15 an hour somehow. Pleasing one specific customer is how I choose to do it.”

“$15 an hour to work by yourself every night is insane. But I don’t even get paid for my job, so I’m not one to talk.”

“What is your job?” You wondered.

“I told you. I’m Spiderman.”

“No, but really.” You laughed. Peter looked down at the spandex and tried to think of any other profession that could explain why he was always buying it.

“I’m a male ballerina.” He said finally.

“For real?” Your eyes widened. “That’s way cooler.”

“Cooler than Spiderman?”

“Hell yeah.” You scoffed. “I’ve never seen Spiderman do a pas de deux.”

“I’ve never seen anyone do a pack de- um…”

“Pas de deux.” You chuckled when he couldn’t say the word.

“Yeah. That.” He blushed again.

“Have a good night then, nutcracker.” You said with a wink.

“Night, Dick‘s girls.”

The next time Peter came into the store, he had to stay away from the spandex section. May was getting suspicious about why he was buying so much when his suit didn’t have any visible damage, so he had to think of something else.

“Gummy worms?” You asked as Peter dropped a bag of sour gummy worms on the counter.

“You sell them. So I’m buying them.” He shrugged. You laughed as you scanned it and looked up at him.

“Do you live around here?”

“About 4 blocks away.” He answered. “Why?”

“Because this is New York. Which means you had to have passed, at the very least, 4 corner stores to get here. All of which sell gummy worms. And yet, you chose to walk all the way to a sporting goods store to get them. Why is that?” You asked as you leaned on the counter.

“I didn’t need spandex tonight.” He admitted as a blush painted his cheeks.

“Then why’d you come out here?” You smirked.

“Because I’m a stalker. And I’m learning your schedule so I can smite you and wear your skin.” He replied without thinking. He held his breath again but was sure you would not find a joke about him killing you to be funny. But to his surprise, you smirked in amusement.

“That’s hot.” You said replied. “Can you cover my shifts for me once you start wearing my skin?”

“Sure.” He shrugged.

“Cool. Enjoy your worms.” You chuckled and handed him his candy. Peter was about to leave when he decided to rip open the bag and hand you a worm.

“For your troubles, madam.” He said, then made a dash for the door. He heard you laughing as he walked out into the street, making it all worth while.

Peter returned to the store the next day but felt his heart sink in disappointment when he didn’t see you behind the register. He turned to leave and jumped when you were standing right behind him.

“Have you ever seen Black Swan?” You asked him.

“What? Jesus Christ. You scared me.” He said and put his hand over his pounding heart.

“You’re a male ballerina, right? You must’ve seen Black Swan.”

“No. I’ve never heard of it.” Peter answered as his eyes darted to the side.

“That was the face of a man who has 100% seen lezzy wet dream scene from Black Swan.” You laughed and pointed to him.

“Maybe once or twice.” His whispered.

“Well I’m going on break now and I was gonna go watch it in the storage room.”

“Oh. That sounds fun.”

“You wanna come?” You asked him like it was the most casual suggestion in the world. Peter looked around to see if any customers or employees were watching before following you into the back. He knew he shouldn’t be walking through a door that said “employees only”, but he wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to hang out with you.

“Am I allowed back here?” Peter whispered and stayed close behind you.

“Probably not.” You shrugged and led him to the storage room. You shut the door behind the two of you and sat down on one of the shelves.

“Will you get in trouble?” Peter asked as he took a seat beside you.

“Maybe.” You shrugged again and pulled the movie up on your phone.

“I don’t want to get you in trouble with your manager. I’d feel horrible.”

“Dude, my manger is 17 and high as a kite right now.” You snorted. “He won’t care as long as we don’t interrupt his vape session.”

“Oh. Okay.” Peter relaxed and leaned against the wall. You shoulders were touching and he realized this was the closest you’d ever been.

“Here. I didn’t want to subject you to using a strangers earbuds so I stole this from the front.” You said as you pulled new earbuds out of your pocket. You tore them out of the plastic casing and plugged them into your phone before offering Peter one.

“They’re your favorite colors, right?” You asked in a soft voice. The earbuds were red and blue, the only colors Peter ever bought. They weren’t actually his favorite colors, just the color of his suit, but he thought it was cute that you specifically got this pair thinking he’d like the colors.

“Yeah. Red and blue are great.” He smiled softly and put his earbud in. You put the other in and started the movie. Peter couldn’t pay attention to a single second because the smell of your perfume was triggering all his senses. He stared at you instead of the screen until his eyes landed on the earbuds connecting you.

“I can’t believe you stole for me.” He said with a smug grin.

“Relax. I don’t do it often. But I did also steal these for you.” You said and pulled a pack of gummy worms out of your other pocket. Peters face lit up and he opened the worms before handing you one. Your fingers touched at one point when you both reached for a word and he gulped.

“When did you take these anyway?” He wondered.

“A couple hours ago when I first clocked in.” You replied. “I made sure to wait until I was on the company’s time before I took them. I don’t do anything here until I’m on the company’s time.”

“So you knew you were going to ask me to watch this with you when you first got here?” He asked as a smile crossed his face. You looked up from the movie and sheepishly turned to face him.

“You always come in at this time. And I’ve always wanted to see this movie. I figured you’d like it because you like ballet. Is that weird?” You asked, sounding nervous for the first time.

“No. It’s not weird.” Peter shook his head to assure you. You smiled in appreciation and nodded before turning back to the movie. Peter was able to focus on it now, but couldn’t stop sneaking glances at you.

“I love getting paid to watch gay movies.” You sighed happily as the movie neared its end.

“You need to make money somehow. God, I need a job. I’m gonna go broke from this store alone.”

“You’ve never looked at your receipt, have you?” You chuckled and looked over at him.

“No. Why?”

“Every time you come in here, I only charge you for tic tacs.” You admitted. “No matter what you buy, I just remove the tag and then scan a pack of wintergreen tic tacs.”

“Wait, seriously? Why?” He smiled curiously and turned to face you.

“Because then I can eat the tic tacs without feeling bad about stealing since you paid for them.” You shrugged. “And so that you don’t give all your money to Dick’s Sporting Goods just to fuel your spandex fetish. You only ever spend a dollar or so when you come here. I can’t believe you never realized that.”

“So you’ve been saving me money this whole time? Those shirts are like $15 each.”

“Isn’t that crazy?” You chuckled. “An hour of my work is worth a single, thin shirt. That makes me feel less guilty about never making you pay.”

“You’re really cool for that. Thanks.” Peter said sincerely.

“Yeah, well. I think you’re cool too.” You shrugged and looked down so he couldn’t see your smile. Peter stared at you with a dreamy smile on his face until he noticed the clock behind you.

“How long is your break?” He wondered.

“15 minutes.” You shrugged.

“15 minutes?! We’ve been back for over an hour.” Peter whispered harshly.

“Jeremys got it.” You waved your hand. “I cover for him all the time. He owes me.”

“Okay, good.” Peter sighed. “As long as you won’t get in trouble.”

“Will you stop worrying about me? I’ll be fine. You need to start breaking a few rules every now and then. Do you always do exactly what you’re expected to?”

“You’d be surprised.” Peter mumbled and debated telling you the reason he was always buying red and blue spandex. You noticed he had a far off look in his eyes and moved his chin to make him look at you.

“You never told me your name, by the way.” You said in a soft voice.

“It’s Peter.” He replied as his eyes dropped to your lips. “What’s yours?”

“Y/N!” Jeremey came barging into the m storage room, making you and Peter jump away from each other.

“Oh, there you are.” Jeremy smiled calmly. “Can you help me ring this guy up? He has a coupon but it’s expired.”

“So then he doesn’t have a coupon.”

“I know but he’s being really annoying about it and told me to get the manger but Kyle is vaping and said not to disturb him.” Jeremy whined.

“Damn, still? How long has this kid been vaping for? Are we even sure he’s alive?” Peter asked.

“Wait, who’s that?” Jeremy frowned and pointed to Peter. You and Peter exchanged a panicked look.

“That’s Peter. He works the night shift.” You said quickly.

“I’m Peter. I work the night shift.” Peter nodded in agreement.

“Oh. Okay. I don’t really care. You could’ve been back here smocking crack and sucking dick with a total stranger and I would not have batted an eye. Lord knows I’ve done it. But I do really need your help with the coupon.”

“Ugh. Fine.” You grumbled and got up to go follow Jeremy. Peter got up as well to let himself out.

“See you later, Peter.” You squeezed his arm before heading back to the register. Peter touched the part of his arm where you’d hand had been and smiled softly.

“See you later.”

Peter walked out of the store with a huge smile on his face. But loud noises coming from dumpster behind the store caught Peters attention. He climbed up the wall and walked along the roof so he could scope out what was going on. When Peter saw two guys trying to pick the lock to the back door, he quickly pulled his suit out of his backpack and put it on. He dropped down behind the two guys and cleared his throat when they didn’t hear him.

“Hey guys. I guess you didn’t see the front door. It’s right around the block under the huge, glowing sign that says Dick’s.” Peter said sarcastically. The guys stopped what they were doing and wiped around.

“Woah. It’s the Spiderman.” One of the guys gasped.

“Why do people always say “the” Spiderman?” Peter wondered. “It’s just Spiderman. I was very clear about that when I first started.”

“Let’s get this freak.” The other guy said and started walking towards Peter.

“Before we fight, I should let you guys know that two against one isn’t really fair when the one has web shooters.” Peter said as he raised his fists. His cocky smile disappeared when three more guys came out of the shadows and closed in on him. The five guys took turns punching and kicking Peter until he laid on the ground in a ball. He struggled to catch his breath and coughed up some blood as one of the guys delivered another kick to his stomach. One of them rolled him over and climbed on top of him with his fist raised in the air. Peter accepted his fate and was about to shut his eyes when a hammer, still in its package, came flying through the air and hit the guy in the head. The man grunted in pain and fell off of Peter. This gave Peter enough time to crawl away as more hammers were thrown in the direction of the men. Peter weakly looked up and saw you standing in the doorway with a bunch of hammers in your arms that you were haphazardly throwing at the men.

“Eat my hammer!” You yelled and threw another hammer at the head of one of the guys. Peter let out a weak laugh and clutched his side in pain.

“Dick’s girl?” He asked groggily.

“It’s Y/n.” You reminded him and threw another hammer. This time, one of the guys caught the hammer and started running towards you. Before Peter could get up to protect you, you pulled a bowling ball out from the floor beneath you and threw it at the guy. He was knocked to the ground as you pulled something else behind your bat. When you stepped under a streetlight, Peter as able to see you had taken a lacrosse stick from the store. You whacked one of the guys across the face so hard that he fell to the ground. You swept the leg of another guy, leaving only one standing. Peter held his aching body as you fearlessly walked up to the final goon.

“Spiderman over here is my friend. He’s one of the much, much friendlier Avengers. But not me. I’m fucking mental. I was trained in kung fu for the moment I could walk. I was raised to be a weapon. You don’t want to mess with me.” You said to the man as your rung the lacrosse stick in your hands.

“Oh please. I’ve taken shits bigger than you.” The man sneered and pointed to you. You smirked and caught his finger between your thumb and index finger while keeping your pinky upright.

“You see this? This is called the Wuxi Finger hold. If I bend my pinky, your chi is gonna be so fucked that all the bones in your body will break and half this block will be decimated.” You told him

“You’re bluffing.” He scoffed. “That’s not possible.”

“You wanna find out?” You asked and tightened your grip on his finger. The man’s eyes flicked between your face and his finger as he debated whether or not he believed you.

“This chick is crazy. Let’s get out of here.” The guys finally decided and took off running. The four others groaned as the got up and ran away as well. You sighed and threw the bloody lacrosse stick into the dumpster before looking down at Peter.

“So you’re not a male ballerina?”

“No. I’m Spiderman.”

“That’s not as cool.” You mumbled and bent down to help him sit up fully.

“Can you really break all his bones with one finger?” Peter asked you.

“Huh? Oh, no.” You chuckled. “I stole that shit from Kung Fu Panda. Those ska-douches clearly don’t have good taste in movies so they didn’t even realize.”

“Oh.” Peter smiled weakly. “Well, thanks for saving me.”

“You’re welcome, Peter. Come on.” You winked at him and carefully helped him stand up. You wrapped his arm around you and helped him limp his way into the break room. You raided the sports injury aisle before helped Peter up onto a table.

“Am I allowed to be back here?” Peter asked as he pulled his mask off.

“No one’s gonna know. Kyles vaping in the baseball aisle and Jeremy went home.” You said and set the supplies you had taken down on the table beside him.

“Are you allowed to take those?”

“You are quite a rule follower for the face of illegal vigilanteism, you know that?” You chuckled and opened a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

“I’m actually not a vigilante. I’m on Mr. Starks roster. We have government clearance.”

“Okay. So just tell yourself I have government clearance to steal these supplies.” You told him, making him laugh. You laughed as well and started to clean him up. Peter stared at you fondly as you patched up his wounds.

“I really appreciate you trying to help me, but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I’m in charge of filling out the inventory catalogues when we get shipments. I can easily make it look like these supplies never existed. Don’t worry, okay? And even if I do get in trouble, it’ll be worth it.” You said without looking at him.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” Peter asked softly. “Why are you always so nice to me?”

“Because I like you.” You shrugged. “I think you’re cool.”

“You do?”

“Is that shocking?” You laughed and cleaned a cut above his eyebrow.

“Kinda. I’m kinda a loser.”

“Really? Because I didn’t see any losers out there tonight. You know, other than those five losers trying to break into a Dick’s sporting goods. I’m really glad all the golf pencils and eye paint are safe.” You said sarcastically. Peter laughed and rested his hands on your hips.

“I like you too, by the way.”

“You do?” You asked skeptically.

“A lot, actually. Sometimes, I don’t even need anything. I just come here and hope you’re working.”

“Well I asked my boss to only schedule me at night because you never come in during the day.” You playfully one upped him.

“Really? You did that because of me?” He smiled fondly.

“You coming in here is the only good thing about this place.” You answered honestly.

“You’re the only reason I come.” Peter told you.

“Ayo.” You snickered.

“I didn’t mean it like that.” He laughed sheepishly.

“It’s okay. It was funny.”

“No you know why I’m always in here buying spandex and random things. I bust up my suit a lot and the guy who made it for me isn’t around anymore.”

“It’s a pretty cool suit. I can’t even tell where you’ve patched it up. I guess our spandex is just really high quality.”

“You got some pretty cool clothes yourself. Not everyone can pull off Hunter green.”

“Wanna see something?” You asked and unzipped the green Dick’s zip up on had on to reveal a black T- shirt underneath that read “I heart Dick’s” with the stores logo in the heart.

“I heart dicks? No way that’s a real uniform.” Peter laughed and pulled on your shirt to read it better.

“Yep. I couldn’t believe it either. I guess the Boomers that make our uniforms don’t see penis humor in everything like our generation does. I tried to tell my boss that these shirts were ridiculous but he said he’d fire me if I didn’t wear it. Even though I literally hate Dick’s.”

“You do?”

“Not that kind of dick.” You laughed. “I meant the store. If this place burned down, I wouldn’t pee on it to put it out. In fact, I probably started the fire.”

“Then why don’t you quit?”

“I need a job.” You shrugged. “And they’re super understaffed so they give me a lot of hours. Plus, if I left, how would I see you?”

“We could hang out. Preferably not in a Dick’s sporting goods.” Peter suggested.

“That’s my favorite place to hang out.” You smiled. “Can I give you my number?”

“I mean, if you want.” Peter joked as he handed you his phone. You put his number in and handed it back to him.

“There. That’s my number.”

“It’s hot.” He said as he looked at it. He gulped and looked up at you, thinking you’d find that weird.

“You’re such a weirdo.” You chuckled. “You better text me.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Good.” You said and poked his chest. Peter stared at you for a moment as a smile tugged on his lips.

“Would it be weird if we kissed right now?” He asked you.

“Yes.” You scoffed. “You’re covered in blood and gravel.”

“Oh. Yeah. You’re right.” He blushed in embarrassment and nodded his head. You cracked a smile before wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him. Peter felt love in that Dick’s Sporting Goods that night. It was all around him. The kiss ended sooner than he would’ve liked, but it was still perfect.

“Hey, you did it anyway.” He smiled in surprise.

“Yeah, well. I wanted to.” You laughed shyly and kept your arms around his neck.

“And then she kissed me anyway. And she got Neosporin all over her face. And my blood! It was insane, Ned. I wish you could’ve seen her with the lacrosse stick. She destroyed so much store property. It was incredible.” Peter jumped in excitement as he recanted the story to Ned the next day.

“You had your first kiss in Dicks sporting goods?” Ned whispered in awe.

“Uh huh.” Peter nodded.

“What are you guys talking about?” Flash asked as he stuck his head between Peter and Ned.

“Nothing.” Peter said quickly and gave Ned a look.

“Peter kissed the hot Dicks cashier.” Ned blurted.

“Ned!” Peter whispered harshly. “Why would you tell him that?”

“You kissed Alejandro?” Flash gasped and looked jealous.

“What? No. Who even is that?”

“I know all the Dicks sporting goods employees by name. I’m in there all the time buying golf and tennis and bad mitten shit because I’m rich as fuck. If it wasn’t Alejandro, then who was it?” Flash questioned.

“Her name is Y/n. She works the closing shift.” Peter told him.

“Wait, the one with the rebellious gleam in her eyes? No way you kissed her.” Flash snorted. “I’ve been trying to get her number for months.”

“Really? Because I got it last night.” Peter replied with a shrug.

“And a smooch.” Ned added. “On the mouth.”

“He knows where, Ned.” Peter whispered without taking his eyes off Flash.

“There is no way in hell that Penis Parker was macking on a hot cashier. And at Dick’s sporting goods no less.” Flash laughed loudly, drawing the attention of students passing by.

“It’s true.” Peter insisted. “And I don’t care if you believe me or not. Because I know it’s real.”

“Wow. You hear that, everybody? Penis Parker has a fake girlfriend!” Flash shouted in the hallway. People stopped to laugh and point at Peter, making him turn red.

“What? No I don’t.”

“He’s pretending he had a girlfriend who works at Dicks Sporting Goods to make up for the fact that no one will ever touch his dicks sporting goods.” Flash said even louder.

“Oh my God. Come on. Let’s get out of here.” Peter grumbled and Ned followed after him as he left. Once they were out of the crowd, Peter pulled his phone out and looked over your last conversation.

“Do you think it’s weird she hasn’t texted me back in a while?” He asked Ned.

“Well what was the last thing you guys talked about?”

“We were in the middle of a conversation about the best Adam Sandler movie and she ghosted me.” Peter said as he checked the time. Your shift had definitely started by now and he knew you texted on company time.

“Is she working tonight?”

“Yeah. Closing shift.”

“So go visit her.” Ned shrugged.

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?” Peter worried.

“She wouldn’t have kissed you if she didn’t like you.” Ned reminded him.

“I guess so. Okay. I’ll go see her after class.”

Once Peters last class ended, he pulled out his phone to call you as he walked in the direction of your store. You answered the phone but didn’t say anything.

“Hey. I was just thinking of you.” Peter said into the phone.

“Peter.” You whispered in a shaky voice. He could tell you were crying and froze in his tracks.

“I was planning on stopping by. Is everything okay?” He asked and quickened his pace in the direction of the store.

“No. I don’t think you should come in.” You said quietly. Peter stopped walking and felt his heart sink. You must’ve lost feelings after the kiss and didn’t want to hang out anymore.

“Oh. Oh, okay. No problem. I won’t come by.” He said and tried not to sound as disappointed as he felt.

“But maybe your friend can come in?” You asked, making his senses tingle.

“My friend?” He asked and started towards the store again.

“Yeah. The ballerina.” You replied and he knew exactly what you meant. Peter stopped in an alleyway to throw on his suit before running towards the store.

“Are you in danger?”

“Yeah. Sounds good.” You said with a forced laugh.

“I’ll be right there. Don’t worry. Everything is going to be okay.”

“Who are you talking to? Is that a phone? I said all phones in the bag.” Peter heard from your end of the phone. You hung up after that and Peter raced to the store. When he got there, he snuck in through the back and quietly made his way to the front. He found you behind the register with your hands up in the air as a man in a hulk mask stood in front of you.

“Hey, buddy. Let me guess. The last jock strap you bought was too loose you’re back for another one?” Peter said, making the guy whip around. That’s when Peter saw the gun in his hand and froze.

“Oh. My bad. I didn’t see the gun from behind.” Peter said and put his hands in the air. He made eye contact with you from behind the register and you mouthed that you were sorry.

“Why don’t you walk out of here and pretend you didn’t see anything, okay pal?” The man said as he pointed the gun back at you.

“Sorry sir, but I can’t do that. You see, I’m quite taken with the cashier you’re holding at gunpoint here.” Peter said and pointed to you. You let out a short laugh as tears fell down your face.

“Good. Then you can watch me blow her head to bits.” The man said and took a step towards you. You let out a little squeak in fear and shut your eyes.

“Can I convince you to reconsider? She’s got a great head. I’d hate to see it get blown off.” Peter said calmly and slowly made his way towards the man.

“I said you could take the money. Just take it and leave.” You pleaded with the man.

“There was only $36.62 in there. I didn’t rob store for less than 40 bucks.” The man shouted at you.

“No one uses cash anymore.” You whimpered. “It’s all Apple Pay.”

“Then tell me the combination to the safe.” He yelled and tightened his grip on the gun.

“I don’t remember it.” You cried. “I don’t listen when my boss talks to me.”

“You’re lying! I know you know.”

“Why would I lie? You think I’d risk my life to protect this store? I hate this store. It’s so stupid. Why is it called Dick’s? Who is Dick?”

“She’s making some excellent points.” Peter agreed.

“Both of you shut up! Give me the combination to the safe now or I’ll shoot you both.”

“I don’t know it!” You exclaimed. “I don’t even know the address to this place.”

“You think this is funny?” The man asked and took a step closer to you to the gun was pressed against your forehead.

“Not right now but I probably will later.” You answered honestly.

“That’s it. You’re dead.” The man said and cocked his gun.

“No!” Peter exclaimed as he dove towards you. He knocked you safely onto the ground while the man shot him three times in the chest. You screamed as Peter fell to the ground in a thud. You were about to reach for him when he jumped back up on his feet.

“Just kidding! It’s bulletproof.” Peter said cheerfully as he shot a web at the man’s gun. He yanked it out of his hand and threw it to the side before shooting two more webs that stuck the man’s arms to his sides and glued his legs to together. The man fell to the ground and tried to break free, but was unsuccessful. Peter shot one last web at the man’s face before pulling his mask off. He turned around to ask you if you were okay and was immediately met by you throwing your arms around him. He pulled his mask off before hugging you back tightly until your breathing calmed down.

“How did you know you were bullet proof?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“I didn’t.” He admitted. “I just knew that you weren’t.”

You pulled away to stare at him in disbelief, almost looking angry with him for risking his life for you. Your angry expression melted into a look of awe.

“Thats hot.” You said and threw your arms around him to kiss him. He smiled into the kiss and held you tighter, only breaking apart when you needed to catch your breath.

“Do you kiss all your local cashiers like that?” You asked him.

“Nope.” He chuckled. “Just you.”

“Good. You better keep it that way.”

Peter smiled and pressed his forehead against yours as you both calmed down from all the excitement when a thought crossed his mind.

“Did you really not know the combination to the safe or were you protecting the store?” Peter asked skeptically.

“Are you accusing me of risking my life to protect Dick’s Sporting Goods from a robbery?” You pretended to be offended and put your hand over your heart.

“No. But I am accusing you not telling that guy the safe combination just to mess with him.” Peter replied. A smirk crossed your face as you went over to the safe and put in the combination.

“There is nothing I wouldn’t do for a bit.” You said as you pulled the safe open.

“I knew it.” Peter laughed and shook his head.

“I was planning on telling you something tonight. You know, before I got held at gunpoint by a man shorter than I am.” You said as you walked back over to Peter.

“Oh really? What?”

“They’re making me store manager. That means you can get all the free spandex and gummy worms you want.”

“No way.” Peter grinned. “They promoted you?”

“Kinda.” You waved your hand. “The last store manger went to jail for insider trading and I’m the only other employee over 18.”

“But still! I’m so proud of you.” He said and scooped you into a hug.

“You know, when they promoted me, you were the first person I wanted to tell.” You admitted. Peter pulled away to cup your face and smile at you.

“I’m honored. No one in this shamble of a store deserved it more than you.”

“I can make my own hours now because it’s my job to make the schedule. So let me know when you want to go on our first date that isn’t in a Dick’s sporting goods.” You smiled teasingly.

“I will.” He smiled back before getting serious. He blew out a breath and looked you in the eye.

“Dick’s girl, I have so enjoyed our time together. Would you maybe want to be my girlfriend maybe?” He asked with a hopeful smile.

“Maybe I would.” You shrugged. “But only if you never call me “Dick’s girl” again.”

“I can definitely do that.” Peter nodded and kissed you again. The kiss was interrupted by the sound of cops pulling up in front of the store.

“Cops are here. I gotta go.” Peter said apologetically and pulled his mask back on.

“Bye, Spiderman!” You waved at him as he walked towards the front door.

“Bye, Dick’s girl!” He shouted back before swinging off into the night.

“What did Spiderman just call you?” The police officer as he walked into the store.

“Don’t worry about it.”

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 ║ ❝𝐖𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐎𝐧 𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞

(A/n) ➳ Started watching Hazbin Hotel again, gotta say, it’s a good show. I was hoping to get to the next chapter sooner. I thank you guys for being patient, I seriously had a massive writer’s block.

Word Count ➳ 1.7k

Content Warnings ➳ Swearing, light sexual content, mentions of anger issues, mentions of abuse, mention of unrequited love, mentions of marriages, alcohol use, mentions of criminal investigation…

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“DON’T YOU MEAN THAT SHIT DINER?”

You let out a playful scoff, acting offended. “Well excuse you Daryl, The Golden Bite is an amazing diner!” You spoke to him over the phone.

That’s when your coworker, Annie came walking with a plate in hand that had a half eaten burger. “Still tastes like cardboard.” She sang as she headed back to the kitchen.

“Annie-”

“Still not gettin’ it?”

You rolled your eyes. “Gonna come and say it to my face?” You flinched at the loud voices coming from the kitchen, Annie was once again arguing with the cooks.

You don’t blame her, the cooks the manager hired are shit and so is the quality of the food. It’s a shock that this place hadn’t been shut down yet.

You heard Daryl laugh and the infamous sound of his motorcycle. “I still wanna live another day and get another taste, still thinkin’ of ya.”

Your face immediately became hot, you thought you would break your phone with how tight you were clutching it.

“Daryl!” You harshly whispered.

“I’m an honest man and I’m honest when I say, I wanna bend you over my bike again.”

“I’m at work!”

“That ain’t gonna stop me.”

Annie poked her head around the corner. “Oh yeah, Meredith said that the sheriff wants you. Ain’t taking anybody else.” She disappeared before you could retort.

“That’s my cue.”

“I’ll talk to you later, Judas.” You set your phone in your pocket and looked over your shoulder for a quick glance, right by the window.

Shane sat at the table, looking over the menu as if he hadn’t been here for the hundredth time. You snapped your head back at the coffee machine the second his eyes drifted away from the menu.

You were still reeling from the conversation you had with him before, the two of you hadn’t talked, texted, or called each other. He didn’t stop by whenever he was in the neighborhood, did he feel guilty?

You walked to his table with a pen and notepad in hand. “Hey, Shane, what can I get you?”

“Just the special and a large coffee, nothin’ in it.”

“I’ll get that-”

“Can you give me a minute?” Shane interrupted you.

You looked up from your notepad and lifted an eyebrow. “Somethin’ wrong?”

“Jus’ sit, I won’t be long.”

You sighed. “If I get busted, it’s gonna be on your head, Walsh. I need this job.”

Shane chuckled. “You could always become a stay at home wife.”

You scoffed, clicking your pen. “Yeah? Who the hell’s gonna deal with my bullshit?”

“Me as your husband.”

Your heart sank into your stomach. “What?” You needed to bite this in the bud, like Amy said. “Look Shane, I don’t think-”

“You say that but what ‘bout later? Down the line? What happens when the jackass becomes borin’? Or worse? Hurts you?”

You could only shake your head in disbelief, Daryl was many things. He’s wild, secretive, and could be distant at times but he would never hurt you.

“Seriously? Do you really think that low of Daryl?! You don’t even know him.”

“Do you even know him?”

“That’s-”

“Do you know where the guy lives or any idea what he does for a livin’?” Shane then grabbed your wrist to pull you closer, his hot breath hitting your face. “I know you, (Y/n). I know that you like to chase after people who ain’t good for you and you know it! He’s one of them. And I know you’re better and safer with me.”

“I don’t-!”

“Pardon me!” Annie made you both jump back, Shane releasing his tightening grip. “Are you lovebirds done arguing?”

“Annie-!”

“Because we would like you to keep the volume down or take it outside.” Annie cut you off before you could even explain. “Or you can get back to work and not lose this job.”

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled, scurrying off to the kitchen.

Annie’s eyes turned to Shane who she glared at. “You ain’t good for her. Not even close.” She turned on her heel and followed you.

She found you in the break room, rubbing your arms and taking deep breaths. She could see it in your eyes, the slight anger.

“Need me to ask Miguel to toss that guy out?” Annie placed a hand on your shoulder.

“No, no.” You waved her off, your hands now fidgeting with your fingers. “I don’t know what that was.”

“That was a glimpse of an asshole.” Annie explained. “And a jealous one from what I heard, no ‘mout of therapy can fix that man.”

“You could never know-”

“I know ‘em (Y/n).”

“He’s probably cooled off by now.” You took one final deep breath. “I’m jus’ gonna hear what else he gotta say then I’m done, I’m out of here.”

“Workin’ or him?”

“Most likely both.”

Meredith peered into the break room. “Think she’s gonna reject him?”

Annie shook her head, her hands on her hips as she took a couple steps out the break room, seeing you sit back down with Shane. “The girl loves thrill and danger. Safety is never in her handbook.”

“Worried for ‘er?”

“I’m scared shitless.”

“Look, (Y/n) I know I ain’t your type of guy. But it could all change.” Shane explained.

“I ain’t got time for this, I ain’t got time for whatever you’re dreamin’ of. It’s all it is, a dream.”

“You don’t understand.”

“I do.” You retracted your hand when he went for it, speaking as sternly as you could without drawing the attention of customers. “And if you understand, you would stop askin’ ‘bout this guy.”

“I’ll understand when I get the chance to show you that a life with me is a safer choice than whatever you have with that guy.”

You groaned, was he really going to do this to himself? “You would rather be in a loveless marriage?”

“It ain’t gonna be loveless. What I’m askin’ you to do is to go out with me.”

“HE SAID WHAT?!” Andrea snatched the pillow that hid your frustrated expression, she threw it behind her and asked the same question again, even louder if possible.

“You heard me.” You mumbled.

You didn’t know how to feel other than uncomfortable. The lump in your throat didn’t want to leave, making you feel bothered.

“What did you say?!”

“Didn’t say anythin’, told me to think ‘bout it.”

“Dammit (Y/n)!”

“I know!” You stopped her before she could scold you. “I know I should’ve said no!”

“But you gotta admit, he’s gotta be loaded with cash.”

“...He kinda is.”

“S-Seriously?”

You nodded, you grabbed another pillow to squeeze at, trying to sooth yourself. “There would be times where Shane would pay for my expenses, like rent and water.”

“Oh he’s serious ‘bout you.”

“That’s the sad part. Even if things didn’t work out with Daryl, I don’t want Shane to be a second option jus’ ‘cause I couldn’t have Daryl or it becomes borin’. I wanna be sure that if I choose Shane, it’s gotta be true.”

You jumped at the sound of the wine bottle being popped open, you stared at Andrea as she poured you a rather large glass of wine.

“Then go see Shane.”

“Y’know I can’t-”

“See Shane and see how you feel. If nothin’ changes or worse comes to worst, you feel repulsed, then tell ‘im. You can continue to see Daryl with Shane hanging over your head.”

Andrea pushed the glass into your hands. “And what if it doesn’t? What if I end up fallin’ for him?”

“Then you could lose a man you love or a man who’s only sticking ‘round when he needs you to blow or fuck.”

“Daryl doesn’t seem like the type.”

“Then that’s worse, choosing between two guys is a fuckin’ nightmare.”

‘Im on my way’

You read the text again from Shane, silently hoping all of this was just a dream and you never heard Shane asking you out.

You shut your phone and stared into the mirror, you sighed, taking your tenth pair of earrings off. You were annoyed with yourself, how hard was it to say no? Especially to Shane?

The knocking on your door made you annoyed even more, you weren’t in the mood for a guest but it dropped when you saw Carl with Rick… Carl with Rick.

You opened your door. “Hey Rick.” Then you turn to the boy. “Carl!”

Carl quickly wrapped his arms around you, nearly knocking you down. You could never stay mad at the boy.

Rick stepped in and closed your door. “I’m callin’ in a favor.”

“Shoot.” You said, managing to get his arms off to get him a little snack.

“Lori’s mom canceled on us and I know your workin’ tomorrow. I was hopin’ if you could look after Carl after your shift. Jus’ for a couple hours.”

“It’s no problem, you know I don’t mind takin’ care of your rascal.”

“Hey!” His shout made you stick out your tongue at him playfully.

“So… What’s gotcha all dolled up? Goin’ out with that guy?”

“What guy-? How did you know I was talkin’ to someone?” Rick fumbled over his words. “Grimes.”

“Shane, he was worried ‘bout you.”

“Jeez, y’know I can take care of myself.”

“Said that last time, remember what happened?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was once.”

“Three times, three guys who broke your heart.”

“It was nothin’. They were nothin’. They jus’ broke up with me, nothin’ crazy.”

“You say that now but what if it’s different?” Rick pulled you away from Carl and whispered. “What if he has a criminal record or is involved in some deep shit?”

“I can find that out.”

“And so can I but quicker, jus’ give me a name.”

“I ain’t gonna give you shit, Grimes.” You walked back to Carl. Your smile came back as you watched Carl become happy when you let him get some more.

Rick wanted to get it out of you, but if he couldn’t get it out of you, surely Carl could.

You could never say no to him.

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Interview from Sweden Rock Magazine 6/2023

In which Tobias talks about Phantomime, his inner little evil dictator, and why he'll never be like Bruce Springsteen, among other things.

You've just released another cover EP. I always thought that Ghost would be like Metallica and become known for picking up lesser-known songs, making them their own, and playing one or two covers at every show. You were on your way to that with first The Beatles' "Here Comes the Sun" and then with Roky Erickson's "If You Have Ghosts." After that, you released a bunch of covers, but in recent years, you've almost only played "Enter Sandman" live.

In the beginning, and especially up until 2015, the choice to play covers was not in exchange for original songs, but it was because we simply needed songs to play live. We played 'Here Comes the Sun' to fill out our set. We only had one album, and it was only 30 minutes long or something.

But "Here Comes the Sun" must have given you a taste for it since it worked so fantastically well live.

Yes, absolutely. We actually plan to play it again at some point because I think we can do a really great version of it now that our lineup better matches the sound of the song. The last time we played it was so long ago that we still used a lot of backing tracks and stuff. I think we can play it better now. But did you imagine that we would do covers of Saint Vitus, Trouble, and Coven?

No. Unlike Metallica, you didn't start with hard rock covers...

No, no.

...but with "Here Comes the Sun" and then "If You Have Ghosts," which became a big song in its own way, but "Enter Sandman" is a completely different type of cover.

Exactly, it has a completely different purpose. I think it's a good song, and it became a fun thing. There was clarity in why we played it and what was important about it. We don't do it anymore, not because we don't believe in the purpose, but it had its time. Now, "Jesus He Knows Me" is the most fun to incorporate because now we've embraced it as our own song. I feel like I have so much else, and I don't want to be... I mean, some people think it's a lot of fun, and Bruce Springsteen does a lot of covers at the end of a concert. A lot of cool rock 'n' roll classics. People enjoy it, and it's great. Disturbed also does that and plays "Highway to Hell" and "Run to the Hills" or whatever they do. It's a fun way to end a concert, but I don't know, I have a fondness for dramaturgy. That's why I could never do a Bruce Springsteen. I can't go on stage and just say, "Hey, what do you want to hear?" and then improvise. It's a show, and everything fits together tightly. I've been sitting here with our lighting technician for five days. We sit all day and just program lights based on the smallest damn beat so that it fits and so that we know that the guitarist will come out and switch to that guitar for the next song. It's this song, and he will come out there, and then we have to change these lights in the dark so that it's red on him there. Then it's not possible to have a "cover hour" at the end where we just turn on the lights and play Judas Priest. But if we do a Judas Priest cover at some point that feels really relevant and we can do it really well, then I have no problem arranging the lights and incorporating it into the context. Metallica is much more rock 'n' roll, they are much more "loose" than what we are... than I am. They have the ability to just go out and more or less turn on the lights in the room and play "Am I evil?", "Whiskey in a jar," "Blitzkrieg," and "Breadfan," and the happiest of all is me. I love when that happens, but I don't want to do it with Ghost. But sure, if in 30 years we have recorded a bunch of fun covers, maybe it could be a fun thing to do a tour with just a bunch of that.

How funny that you say "if we have recorded a bunch of fun covers." Ghost has already recorded a bunch of covers, so aren't they fun?

Haha! Yeah, yeah, but we're still building, of course. We're talking a lot about this, me and my agents and management. When is the time to do things? When should we take advantage? What is a "downplay" for us today? A "downplay" is very clear if you're Metallica. Everyone knows that when they come and perform, it's at least at the Globe Arena, sold out for at least two nights without any problem, and at their biggest, it's now two nights at Ullevi. For them, a clear "downplay" would be if they come and play at Göta Lejon again. There's a clarity there, and it's something they can indulge in.

Explain it so that people understand. What is a "downplay"?

A "downplay" is when a big band plays at a small venue. Like the Rolling Stones when they played at Circus. It's a clear "downplay," and there's a clarity there where you know that "now when I go and see the Rolling Stones at Circus, they won't have their big stage, they won't do this, and they'll just come up and play a bunch of really obscure stuff." Then there's a clarity. It's not something for everyone who just wants to hear the big hits.

And are there plans to do this?

If everything goes as planned and if there's still an interest in it in the future, I would think it would be really fun to intentionally and clearly reshape the show. To do something different on the side that isn't meant for these bigger things that we're currently trying to find our "pacing" in.

The first time I interviewed you was in 2011 at a sushi place in Stockholm.

Was it that long ago?

Yes, we met at the central station in Stockholm, and you had just had your first meeting with Nicholas Johansson at Universal, so this was before he signed you.

Okay, so it was the same day then? Oh, damn.

It became a full page in Expressen, and you said that you want to take Ghost to where Rammstein is. Now you've said the same thing again, but Rammstein no longer plays at the Globe Arena and instead does three nights at Ullevi. It feels like you're constantly shaping Ghost based on Rammstein. What will you do when you've reached three nights at Ullevi?

I hope one never becomes completely satisfied. The perfectionist in me is frustrated every day on tour when things don't turn out as good as I had envisioned. But I also have a cutoff point... There's a point every day when I try to see the glass as half full when it comes to perfection before the concert, and I know something is wrong. If I know that a spotlight operator doesn't seem to understand the show, it's an irritation that might continue during the concert because someone keeps missing their cues, that is, what they're supposed to do. You can tell they don't know the show. It's super annoying. It's the kind of thing that both I and everyone on stage feel, and we're all aware of it. Everyone has been made aware of what we're trying to achieve. We've arranged the whole show based on the idea that "when you come up those stairs, you will be visible, and then you will see what you're doing because a light will shine on you." If that doesn't happen, there's a risk that the person simply won't see what they're doing and will fall off. It happens. There's a lot of that kind of thing that's highly orchestrated with very narrow margins, and it has to be right. But I usually reach a point where it's like, "Now the concert is over. Everyone did their best, even that idiot up there who missed all their cues. Everyone did their best, and the audience doesn't seem to have left and demanded their money back, so you have to see it as a damn good result." That's how I try to approach it every day because, in the end, "no matter what, this is so much cooler than working a regular job," haha! I'm where I want to be, doing what I want to do. Then I have this little circus director Nazi inside me as well, screaming and wanting things to be a certain way. But I also laugh easily, so it's about constantly trying to balance everything and see it as always moving forward. But it also means that I know that even the day when or if we stand there at Ullevi and do a concert ourselves, it won't be exactly as I imagined. Something new will happen, and if we have the show I want, it will rain like hell or something. That's always how it is. Metallica's Lars also told me that when we were on tour together: "It's incredible. Even at our level, there are still things that happen that make us go, 'Damn, we're not quite there yet!'" But that's the thing. I don't think pirates become pirates just to come home and sit with the treasure. It was the piracy itself that was quite fun.

Now I'm going to say something provocative. This is Ghost's worst cover so far. I don't even like the original.

Which one?

"Phantom of the Opera."

Okay, haha!

Yeah, I got the laugh I wanted to be able to print, haha!

Well, haha! Don't you like the album or the song?

I'm not a big Iron Maiden fan, and I don't consider the Paul Di'Anno era sacred.

I love Iron Maiden and think the first two albums are really cool, but they got their act together when Bruce Dickinson joined. It was with "The Number of the Beast" that they became an arena band and started sounding really damn good. I know it's like swearing in church. It made me feel a bit inspired and made me think that if I were to do something with Iron Maiden, it damn well had to be something from those first albums. They have two albums with really proggy stuff and quirky arrangements, and you can really tell they had a bit of time and that they were low-budget recordings. That gets me going. Paul Di'Anno sings, and I love Paul Di'Anno. He's really cool, has a great voice, and sings with a lot of sloppiness. He soars and flies melodically - just the fact that "I know I'll do that in a different way." I've always liked "Phantom of the Opera," but for a long time in my life, before I really figured out how to count, I didn't quite understand how to play the intro. Not tonally, but I didn't get how to count in the intro. That was such a thing that one day when I suddenly figured it out, I thought, "Damn, I want to play this song someday." You miss it because on the album, you don't hear how great the intro is.

Is it you playing?

Yes, although Fredrik "Kulle" Åkesson (Opeth) is also playing. But I recorded all the demos, I play bass on the record, and I recorded all the guitars first.

Did Kulle do all the guitar solos on the EP?

Well, mostly, with one exception.

It's a very shreddy EP with a lot of flashy guitar solos.

Yes, exactly, there are quite a lot of guitar solos. Generally, this is how it works when we work: I compose the solos. When I write solos, it's not just a bunch of bends, but it's a melody. I'm very influenced by Kirk Hammett, especially how he played on "Ride the Lightning," "Master of Puppets," "...And Justice for All," and even on the black album. Every time he plays solos, they are melodies. He comes into the song and more or less plays another song within the song, and it's very hummable. It's not incredibly difficult stuff, and that's roughly my school of soloism. I like to compose the solos so that they turn out the way I want, but I myself am not a great shredder. There are a lot of tricks in the studio where I sit and play something over and over again, and then you can cut it in. And then you can slow down the speed, and then I can record it and make it perfect. But the result is that when I say, "It should go like this," Kulle listens to it and says, "Yeah, I can do that part a bit differently. Then I can do it this way to make it even faster." He plays solos from start to finish with his highly trained fingers. He has that whole thing in his DNA, while I'm more of a songwriter and composer.

But you play a solo on the EP, right?

I don't know if we kept it. I don't fucking know because we changed a lot of things.

Because you said that Kulle plays all the solos except one.

It could be a thing, but I don't remember if we changed it or not. But if we take "Phantom of the Opera," there are quite a few different guitar parts in it, purely guitar-wise. It's that fairly standardized Iron Maiden thing where there are two lead guitars playing melodies together. That's one thing, and then there was a slightly bluesy solo at a place where I added some storming Rachmaninoff piano that's absolutely not in the original. I thought it should be a bit of a stormy sea, and then there's a part with two guitars playing the same thing simultaneously, and then a solo duel starts. On the original album, it's Dave Murray and Dennis Stratton playing, and their solo duel is just okay. I don't think it's that great. Sorry, Iron Maiden fans, but in terms of solos, Iron Maiden really got good the day Adrian Smith joined. Adrian Smith is the one playing all the cool solos. I'm really sorry, Dave Murray, but that's just how it is! I know what Kulle has to go through because as a soloist, it's quite tough to constantly be told what to play, and then he has to do tricks and improve things. So, I said, "In this solo duel, you can pretty much play whatever you want from here to there, but I don't want you to challenge me because it will be a bad match. It'll be Carl Hamilton against Woody Allen, and that's not fun. We'll bring in Lasse Johansson from Candlemass." I love Candlemass, I love Lasse's guitar playing, and I know that Kulle loves Lasse. I just sat there, and they got to do their things, and you can hear that it's a bit more improvised. It's more Kulle when he gets to play his stuff, and it's nice.

I want to highlight a cover that turned out great on the EP: Tina Turner's "We Don't Need Another Hero." It feels quite suitable to cover because At The Movies also did a fantastic version of it with Ronnie Atkins on vocals.

Actually, I haven't heard it at all. I must have missed it.

Ghosts' version turned out really well, but isn't it too obvious to cover a big song, so to speak?

I would be a bit opportunistic and say this: it probably depends on how it lands. We stuck our necks out the day we were going to play "Enter Sandman" at our concert. It was one thing on TV because that's what it was (at the TV4-broadcasted "Polar Music Prize" in 2018), but you know that this is like playing "Smoke on the Water," "I Wanna Rock," or "Ace of Spades." It's one of those songs that is too well-known in a way. It can feel pancake-like, but it went well, and I feel that "We Don't Need Another Hero" could also become such a song, provided that the audience likes it. But it's not a song that you want to take up five minutes of the concert if it's not super fun.

And how do you know if the audience likes it?

The easiest way is to test it live. But you'll notice when the album comes out. If everyone mentions all the other songs and not that one, then maybe not many people are interested. Also, we usually do this sometimes during rehearsals: "We rehearse it and see how it sounds. How does it feel? How does it feel to play? Does it stick? Do we play it nicely? Does it work live?" I believe that if we fast forward to a huge presumed Ullevi [stadium] in the future, it's a fantastically cool song to play.

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asordinaryppl · 3 months ago

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A3! Main Story: Part 4 - Act 15: PAINFUL RE:BAKE - Episode 22: "Never Again" One More Time

Banri: “This is me. This is my acting.”

Kabuto: You’re too good. That’s bad.

Banri: Don’t give such nonsensical advice, man.

Kabuto: Judas’s acting that touches people’s hearts shouldn’t be perfect here.

Banri: … I understand the reasonin’.

Kabuto: I’m sure.

Kabuto: — So, Baal.

Juza: Yeah.

Kabuto: You’re not exuding any of his otherworldly air. This is a guy who thinks he’s the future of theater.

Juza: — Got it.

Kabuto: Show me the results of having you two act as each other in the etudes. The point wasn’t to have you imitate each other’s tone of voice and posture.

Kabuto: I wrote this with you two as beginners in mind, so you should be able to do it even better. There’s no passion in this at all.

Banri: Hold up, how long are ya gonna make us play each other’s roles for?

Kabuto: If you don’t reach the level I’m looking for, you might be playing these roles longer than your actual ones.

Juza: Wha…

Banri: Are you for real…

Kabuto: Guess I need the handcuffs. Hey, go bring—

Banri: NO NEED! Quit bringing up random shit from the past.

Juza: Please spare us.

Kabuto: There are no problems with this formation.

Banri: Got it.

Kabuto: You’re stupidly good at making stuff like this.

Banri: Thanks.

Banri: (The hell’s stupidly supposed to mean?)

Kabuto: The lighting, sound, hair and makeup and projection images are all set. All that’s left is the play’s most important part: acting.

Banri: I’ll definitely do something about that, as the lead.

Kabuto: You’re not thinking it’ll all be solved by the magic of acting right before the curtain rises, are you?

Banri: ——

Kabuto: It’s a common misconception inexperienced people have, but as time passes, you realize that if you can’t do something in the practice room, you won’t be able to do it on the actual stage.

Kabuto: … Have you guys grown comfortable with each other?

Kabuto: Back during your debut with Picaresque, the entirety of the Autumn Troupe, but especially you two, were so ready to tear the stage apart that I could feel it through the video.

Kabuto: You may not be able to go back to those times, but you should be able to remember them. Give me what you had back then, or even more than that.

Kabuto: If you can’t do that, what did you leave the comfort of your company and come here for?

Banri: You’re right, back then…

[Flashback starts]

Banri: ——

Juza: ——

Banri: … I win.

Juza: … I win.

[Flashback ends]

Banri: (That time in Picaresque I was so moved… That I acted unconsciously.)

Banri: (Right now, us members of the Autumn Troupe are trying to find an impulse that surpasses what we had before, in order to perform the Picaresque sequel.)

Banri: (But something that becomes a formative experience ain’t something you go through half-heartedly, and it ain’t something you can just look for and experience.)

Banri: (That was also a once-in-a-lifetime miracle.)

Banri: (... I wonder if a moment like that will ever come again.)

Banri: …

Kabuto: But still, Juza Hyodo’s too boring to mess around with.

Kabuto: He nods his head sincerely no matter what I tell him. I wish I could see him go “Stop fuckin’ around” the way you do.

Banri: Ahh?

Kabuto: Well, I’ll be having a one-on-one interview with him tonight. I’ll pull a sweet one on him and reveal his true self. (1)

Itaru: GW. That troublesome Senpai won’t be coming at all today, TY for your all-nighter.

Banri: I’m beat from practice, man…

Itaru: That’s exactly when gaming comes in clutch.

Banri: Ughhhh…

Itaru: What’s practice at Hyakka Troupe like?

Banri: The director made Hyodo and I exchange roles and is workin’ us to the bone. Said he won’t let us play our actual roles till we perfect this.

Itaru: You exchanged roles? That director’s got some interesting tricks up his sleeve again.

Banri: Yeah, well, he saw a video of Picaresque and told us to bring the same fire as back then, and not just act half-heartedly.

Itaru: He sure researched you two thoroughly. Ah, disable the trap there, pls.

Banri: kk. And it seems he even watched Hyodo’s Portrait.

Itaru: That reminds me… we were gaming like this while everyone else in the Autumn Troupe were writing their Portraits. You were the only one slacking off.

Banri: Ahhhh…

Itaru: That’s from back when you were young and arrogant.

Itaru: Looks like that director’s not someone you can fool, same as our Director-san.

Banri: IKR…

Banri: It’s exactly because his abilities as both an actor and director are top-notch, that I want to take as much from him as I can and grow.

Banri: And then, put all that into Picaresque’s sequel.

Itaru: IKWYM.

Banri: Reminds me, the Spring Troupe’s RomiJuli sequel was pretty good.

Itaru: TY. Doing a sequel inevitably reminds you of all sorts of things.

Itaru: Yuzo-san criticized us pretty harshly for the first time in a good while, too.

Itaru: He told us to re-evaluate what we want to accomplish with this performance, and what we want to convey.

Itaru: So, on Sakuya’s recommendation, we all tried to sleep on the stage again.

Itaru: And then, he said that he wants to take on new challenges, so he won’t lose to how his old self used to be…

Itaru: So we all tried something new and came back a little improved.

Itaru: And on the first day, after everything that happened, our leader said–

[Flashback starts]

Sakuya: We each took on new challenges in preparation for the New Fleur Award, so I feel like we can return to this stage with new feelings.

Sakuya: Although we can only stand on stage for the first time once, we can have many other “firsts” from now on.

Sakuya: We can remember those feelings again and again. That courage we had when leaping into a brand-new world–

Sakuya: Let’s take all our “firsts” in a positive light and have fun together!

[Flashback ends]

Banri: That’s the Spring Troupe’s leader for ya.

Itaru: IKR.

Banri: (I can’t lose to Sakuya.)

Banri: (There’s no point if Spring and Summer are the only ones doin’ well.)

Banri: (In order for MANKAI Company to keep growing further, us Autumn Troupe’s also gotta put on a performance that surpasses the debut’s hype.)

Banri: (Honestly, since it happened once at the start, I figured it’d never happen again.)

Banri: (It’s exactly ‘cause I had this faintest feeling that we might not be able to surpass what we felt during the debut performance that I gave everyone a pep talk, saying that we absolutely have to…)

Banri: (I got no time to be twiddling my thumbs.)

Banri: (There’s no way I… we can’t surpass it.)

Banri: (The Autumn Troupe, and I as their leader, can definitely surpass the past. I’m sure of that…)

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NOTES:

(1) kabuto here replaces the 一杯 in 一杯食わせる (to play a trick on someone, or deceive them) with 甘味 (sweets), since juza likes sweets. i did the same with an english phrase to match the original vibe he's got going on

#a3!#translation #a3! translation #itaru chigasaki #banri settsu #juza hyodo #kabuto amadate #happy birthday banri this was one of the hardest chapters to translate

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Here Come The Tears by Judas Priest

Steve woke up to fingers shakily in his hair. It caused him to shoot ramrod straight, “Eds?” His voice was earnest, gazing at the man hooked up to so many electronics, reaching out with a hand he soon clasped between his own.

“Hey…big boy. Did we win?” Eddie whispered, unable to muster the strength to bolster his voice.

Steve nodded, feeling tears rolling down his cheeks, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of sorrow, of loss, “Carried you out of Mordor. Could’ve told me you weighed that much.” He tried to keep his voice light as he wiped his face with the heel of his palm.

“Lady never talks ‘bout her weight.” Eddie cracked an exhausted smile of his own, “‘S everyone else okay?”

Steve nodded again, harder this time, “Yeah, El came in just in time, she’s the girl with the superpowers, and she stopped Vecna before he had the chance to mess with Max much. You received the brunt of the damage, which reminds me,” And he whacked Eddie’s uninjured shoulder lightly, “What part of ‘You’re just the distraction’ did you not understand? Seriously!” And he lightly nudged the other, “Scoot.”

When Steve clambered into bed, Eddie latched onto him, the both of them curling inward as if to shield each other from the world, “Pretty distracting.” He grinned unapologetically.

“I swear, I’m never leaving you again. You’re a liability, Eds.” Steve shook his head and huffed, playing with the mood ring on his finger. Wait, his? He glanced down and saw it was back on Eddie’s hand, frowning slightly, “Shit, I’m exhausted.”

“Then sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up, my sweet boy.” The metalhead murmured, tucking a lock of Steve’s hair out of his face.

“Promise?”

“Promise.” Eddie pressed closer until they were a tangle of limbs, wires be damned, “I love you, Stevie.”

When Steve opened his eyes again, his first instinct was to call out, “Eds?” But there was no beep beep of a heart machine, no scent of disinfectant clinging to the air. Why would there be? Dead men don’t need hospitals. No, he was in his empty house, clutching a battle vest that had lost its scent long ago, a ring in his closed fist. He broke into laughter that devolved quickly into deep, body-shaking sobs, and the sense of loneliness struck deeper now. Where was Eddie to comfort him? To hold him in his arms and rock the both of them until his tears dried? He could hear his walkie talkie going off, chatter of plans and ideas trying to break through his fog, and the part that demanded stoicism and sacrifice commanded him to answer. Instead, he curled back up in his cold bed, buried his face into the denim, and prayed for sleep to take him to his heart once more.

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thestarwrites · 2 years ago

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Our Song

The first time Eddie sang it to you, you didn’t even know it. His fingers skated over the small of your back, down the trail of a milky moonbeam on your silk skin. His devotion showed in his eyes as his nose pressed into your shoulder. He was glad the merch guy gave him the wrong size Judas Priest tee three years ago, cause it fit perfect on your plump frame.

“If the sun refused to shine, I would still be loving you… When mountains crumble to the sea… There will still be you and me.”

The second time was when he told you about it, said he had the perfect song that made him think of you. So proud of himself that he finally settled on one.

Holding your hands in his in the front of his van, he played it in his tape deck. He reached out to stroke your cheek, grinning like an idiot as he sang along to parts of it, only pulling his hands back to get some good air guitar going. But it made you love him more because he was so passionate about music.

“Kind a woman, I give you my all, Kind a woman, nothing more…Little drops of rain, whisper of the pain, Tears of love's lost in the days gone by.”

When he spent Saturday afternoon trying to learn the song by ear, he didn’t hear you come in. You sat on the messy sofa, head on the paneling, eyes closed, listening to your sweet boyfriend sing softly. He sounded like he was singing for the fairies in one of his campaigns. No wonder he waited until after Wayne had left for work before he worked on such a soft song.

It was different, too, listening to the beautiful ringing of his acoustic. The one you had told him he ‘definitely should write this machine slays dragons’ on. That it would be so metal.

You haven’t been dating a year yet- and so far, your relationship was so chaste for being so intimate and so passionate. You could hear the passion in his soft voice. You loved him so.

“My love is strong, with you there is no wrong… Together we shall go until we die, my, my, my, Inspiration's what you are to me— Inspiration, look 'n' see!”

When he wiped the sweat from his forehead on stage on one Tuesday, and cleared his throat, “Hey all you metal fans,” he called out to the half-filled bar of drunks, wait staff, and their friends, “We’re going to slow it down right now for a change - I have a special song I want to play for a special person.”

You blush at that, looking up at him like the only man in the whole place as he switches his cherry red and black electric dream- for his dragon slaying machine. His long, deft fingers work the neck of it as Gareth assists on a small synth the guys had.

Every note sent a shiver from your toes to each hair on your head, the puffy sweater not managing to keep you warm enough or cool enough at the same time. That was the night you decided once and for all, you wanted Eddie to be the one to take your virginity - not that you had any doubts. You just felt so ready as his soft, passionate voice dripped honeyed love all over the bar.

“And so, today my world it smiles… Your hand in mine, we walk the miles. Thanks to you, it will be done… For you to me are the only one— Alright, yeah, Happiness, no more be sad— Happiness, I'm glad.”

When you sang it back to him for the first time that same night, he held you close to his chest, Judas Priest shirt hanging off your sweaty frame. His fingers stroked through your hair as he hummed. It was different because you could feel his cum leaking out of your overstimulated entrance.

A smile warmed your cheeks as you leaned up and pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, and then another as you whispered it back to him. Singing softly between kisses. And you swear his breath hitched, and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. But you sang, and you held him as you shed your own, because you both knew the song to be true.

“If the sun refused to shine… I would still be loving you. Mountains crumble to the sea, There will still be you and me.”

#Spotify #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #gender neutral reader

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lotus-mirage · 1 year ago

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Trigun Stampede episode 7 liveblog

Man I said this two-parter is really focused on Wolfwood, but this episode has his name as the title

Oh I see the destination is an additional threat to him. Huh. I wonder what the purpose of that is? Like just to mess with him, or to make the journey seem appropriately menaced, or what?

I didn't notice before, but it is incredibly funny that the letters front and center are B and L

I feel like half of Wolfwood's gun is like ammo storage lmao, he goes through that fast

Oh actual emoting from Livio! Not looking particularly cognizant, but it's something.

Oh there's Meryl and Roberto! Would not have figured that's how they managed to tag along, but if it works it works haha

The boing noises as the desert raiders are thrown around are fantastic

Vash is wielding his gun, backhand, like a blunt weapon. Possibly as a gauntlet idk. Still. Makes sense for him, but not something I've ever seen before lol

Mmmmhmm and now the "monsters" and "not human" assertions are being foiled.

Between Livio and Rollo, seems like they kinda get stuck on a single sentiment?

"It would have been better without you around" ...ah. I did not expect that and don't know how to respond to it.

Wow, uh. I mean we knew Vash was incredibly accurate at aiming before, but to redirect someone else's gun to land a clean shot (particularly one that has as much heft as Wolfwood's) is rather uncanny.

that method of getting another Worm actually made me gag ugh.

wait hold up what was happening with Livio's reflection. I don't think I recognize it?

Eef. Thought that was how it'd end, but didn't expect him to shoot and fall over the side. (I suppose it's possible that the 'if there isn't a body, they're probably not dead' rule applies here though)

"I just wanted to spread the good word. That's all." You know I think this does in fact hold true to the, uh. Real world weight? That this sort of phrase carries.

Okay this is the first we've heard of a topic that Wolfwood apparently has disagreements with the Eye of Michael over. ...Actually that was on an assumption that it's a decision on an action, not a religious thing. It's Wolfwood's initial verbal disagreement on religion, isn't it.

Switched to Eng dub for a second 'cause I wasn't sure who said the next couple lines, but yeah I think it's clearer that it's about Wolfwood's denial.

Wait speaking of that's also a Christian term too right. Like Judas denies Jesus or something? I know the term is used in relation to those two in particular but I don't actually know the specifics. It's like "one of you will deny me" or "one of you will betray me" and I don't remember which.

Not sure if that really matters in this case, though, since I don't think Bluesummers quite maps to Jesus lol. Anyways.

Okay yeah "Punisher" is definitely being used in relation to Wolfwood himself. Noted.

Lmao the "Hi!~" being in English really sold it

Ooh, worldbuilding. Spacefaring age, okay.

Wait if they're running around to all the controls, where are the people originally driving the ship?

Yay, character exploration and development from Meryl! (and Roberto to a lesser extent)

Oh wait the kid that fell in the first town is alive?? I guess I saw him moving a bit at the end there, but it was a long fall and I thought maybe it was his mom's movements while carrying him.

:0 Vash's arm fractured! Frankly I didn't know it could do that. That's not good.

Oh lmao it's the disproportionate response "Wolfwood..." that kept being memed on.

Oh NOW the title comes up!

Actually wait I saw something on this a while ago, too. They were talking about he asserts he's "the Punisher," then "Nicholas the Punisher," and then the framing basically hits him with a "no :)" That's so funny. Also kind of tragic. But still funny.

Oh hey this is the first time we've seen Vash in this sort of situation since he was a 'plant technician' in the first episode.

it can move in there!?

oh that looks really painful

it's humanoid already!?

maybe I leaned too far into the "oh it's kind of egg shaped" assumption lol

Oop, yep, I guess Livio's not dead. Or uh. Might be dead but isn't out of the picture?

Alright yeah Vash looks pretty out of it.

...was that him hitting the ground? oof.

End Notes:

Again not really much to say here! We got some character details, some worldbuilding details, lots of character development & solidification of relationships, and now some immediate threads to be followed up on (Vash's arm and the Plant reveal thing). Feeling much more invested than when I started the series and interested in seeing how this conversation goes!

I will say. The plant did not look uh. very intimidating. kind of reminds me of the... neopets fairies? I don't think that's right, but like some similar franchise kind of had similar vibes, shape-wise.

...is this the first time the Plant stuff got fully revealed in the show? I went in knowing and haven't been keeping track. I know it was established that Vash is a) non-human b) fell from a spaceship onto the planet and c) had 'relatives' in pods on said spaceship. Not to mention his twin also having pretty obvious markings. But I'm curious about the reasons for the pacing of these reveals, since we got so much of Wolfwood's backstory just last episode.

#trigun #tristamp liveblog #my thoughts

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portaltothevoid · 1 year ago

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For Whom the Bell Tolls - Chapter 27 - Breaking the Law

Pairing: Eddie Munson x OFC (Kat Ramsay), sequel to Foolin’

Summary: Eddie helps get their plan in motion by getting them a ride so they can get weapons to fight Vecna.

Warnings: stealing, grand theft auto

Word count: 2.4k

Chapter song: Breaking the Law by Judas Priest

Tag list: @munchabunch @madaboutmunson @earl-greater

Everyone’s mouths dropped open. “Wait, what?!” Dustin asked.

“How do you know?” Steve questioned.

“Because that’s what I was staring at in the kitchen. It was her. She was doing the remote traveling thing we do,” revealed Kat.

“So she’s gonna help us, right?” Eddie asked.

“Yeah, I mean, once we actually have a solid plan, I can communicate with her and… I don’t know, maybe we do have a shot at this.”

“That’s fine and great, I’m so happy we have Eleven back, truly. But what do we do about weapons? We’re already harboring not one, but two wanted fugitives as it is. I doubt we should go around raiding the nearby neighbors for guns,” Robin quickly added.

“Uh, I think I know of a place,” Eddie shared, his face lit up with the sudden idea that popped into his mind. He started shuffling things around where Max’s phone was as a plan started formulating in his mind. “Hey, you got a phonebook lying around?” he asked Max. She nodded and went off to grab it and then handed it to Eddie. He began thumbing through it and when he landed on the ad he wanted, he slammed the book down on the kitchen table. Everyone crowded around behind him. Steve was leaning in closely on his right who had Dustin peaking through next to him. Nancy and Lucas were at the heads of the table. Robin was peering over Eddie’s left shoulder. Max stayed behind the group, simply listening in on the plan, knowing exactly what her unfortunate role in all of this was. Kat was across the table from everyone, already having guessed where Eddie’s plan was going.

“Check this out. The War Zone. I’ve been there once,” Eddie said, tapping the page. He quickly glanced up at Kat, who returned the fleeting smirk. “It’s huge. They’ve got everything you need for, uh… killing things, basically?” As he spoke he switched his weight between legs causing his shoulder to bump Steve’s chest. Kat had to keep her facial expressions to herself as she noticed Steve lean into it ever so subtly.

“Do you think fake Rambo has enough guns there?” Robin asked. “Is that a grenade? I mean, how is any of this legal?”

“Well, lucky for us, it is so… This– this place is just far enough outside of Hawkins. As long as we steer clear of the main roads, we oughta be able to avoid cops and, uh, angry hicks,” said Eddie.

“If we’re trying to avoid angry hicks, maybe we shouldn’t go to some store called the War Zone?” Erica pointed out with her signature sass.

“Normally, I’d agree, but we need the weapons, so I think it’s worth the risk,” Nancy said.

“Me too,” Lucas agreed. “Especially since Kat can hide any or all of us.”

“Yeah, but even with Kat, is it worth the time? It’ll take all day to bike there and back,” Dustin pointed out.

“Who said anything about bikes?” Eddie said.

“What, you got some car we don’t know about?” Steve asked, seeming confused.

Eddie finally stood up straight to look him dead in the eye. “It’s not exactly a car, Steve. And it’s not exactly mine, but uh… It’ll do,” he said with the most mischievous cheshire cat grin. “Hey, Red, uh, you got a ski mask or a bandana, something like that?” he asked as he turned around to face Max.

“Eddie, really?” Kat scoffs as she walked over to him and pulled the bandana out of his pocket, which somehow managed to stay put all the way through to the Upside Down, and waved it in front of his face.

“That is a signature Munson accessory, sweetheart. Easily recognizable around here. Plus I have other plans for that,” he said snarkily as he plucked the bandana from her hand and stuck it right back in his pocket.

“I’ve got… something like that,” Max shrugged before she walked off to her room.

“Okay, so what is this super stealthy plan of yours?” Robin inquired.

“Well, see those neighbors over there enjoying this lovely weather?” Eddie said as he walked over to the window. “That, right there, is a Winnebago. While they’re sitting outside, chain smoking and pounding down a six pack, we’re gonna climb in through the back very quietly. I’ll get her started and we’re outta here.”

“Wait, why do you need a mask? Couldn’t Kat just hide us?” Steve asked.

“Here,” Max said, handing a Michael Meyers mask to Eddie. “This should work.”

“Oh yeah, super inconspicuous,” Dustin said sarcastically.

“Wait, why do we even need that?” Steve asked again.

“I don’t want to use my powers. I don’t know if it sounds a beacon to Vecna, so if we can do this the simple way, we should.”

“Exactly,” Eddie said. “You got a toolbox or something with pliers in it, Red?” Max nodded. She went to the kitchen and grabbed a small duffle bag from under the kitchen sink. Eddie inspected it, nodding. “Yep, this’ll do.”

“I don’t know how I feel about all these risks–” Robin started.

“If shit goes south, I’ll step in. But for now, this is our only option,” Kat cut her off.

“Here we go again. Child endangerment,” Erica sighed.

“Alright, let’s go,” Eddie said, his voice muffled as he put the mask on. He started towards the door with Kat following behind him. He opened it, peeked his head out, and looked both ways before pointing a finger gun to lead the group on their way.

Quickly and quietly, they moved from trailer to trailer. They all ran directly behind the couple who was sitting outside of their home. Had they looked back at the right second, this plan would have all been over. For the moment, luck was on their side.

They all crowded around behind the Winnebago. Eddie hastily reached his hand up to try and open any window. Thankfully the very back window slid open with ease. He hoisted himself up through the small opening which just so happened to be big enough for him to slither through. Landing on the couch, he ripped off his mask. “That was suffocating,” he breathed. Kat rolled in right behind him as he shot up and darted to the entrance to swiftly lock it. Steve dove through the window, followed by Nancy and the rest of the gang.

After securing the door, Eddie settled into the driver seat up front. He threw the bag down and grabbed needle nose pliers. Shoving them in his mouth, he went to work finding the wires near the ignition. Kat leaned on the side of the seat, “Oh, finally get to see the delinquent in action,” she whispered. He flashed her a brief look and wiggled his eyebrows. His chuckle was muffled from the pliers. When he yanked them out from the dash, Steve made his place next to Kat. She moved down the first step so that she could get a front row view and so that Steve could too.

“Where’d you learn how to do this?” Steve asked as Eddie snapped two red wires.

“Well, when the other dads were teaching their kids how to fish or play ball, my old man was teaching me how to hotwire. Now I swore to myself, I wouldn’t end up like he did,” he recanted, twisting two wires together, “but now I’m wanted for murder, possibly kidnapping, so why not add grand theft auto to the list of charges. So, uh, I’m really living up to that Munson name.”

Robin flew up to the front and watched over Steve’s shoulder. “Uh, Eddie, I’m not really sure I love the idea of you driving?” she shared.

“Oh, I’m just starting this sucker. Harrington’s got her,” he said as he leaned in close to Steve making a reprised impish smile. “Don’t ya big boy?” With that, he flicked the frayed wires together and the engine roared to life.

As it backfired, the couple who owns the mobile home shot up out of their lawn chairs. “What the hell?! Hey! Open this door!” the woman yelled. All four of them turned their heads as the man started banging on the door. “They locked the door!” she continued screaming.

“Shit! Go!” Steve said as Eddie flew out of the seat and Steve hopped over to sit in the driver seat. “It’s just a car,” he whispered to himself before turning around and yelling, “Everybody hang on to something!”

Robin had rushed towards the back to find her seat. Kat and Eddie had crawled to their spot, while Nancy went up to take her place next to Steve.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! Go! Let’s go!” Lucas said anxiously.

“Pedal to the fucking metal! Woo!” Kat cheered, having the time of her life.

“Drive, Steve! Drive!” Dustin screamed from the very back of the vehicle.

“Go, go, go!” Robin hurried as Steve threw their new set of wheels into gear and punched his still barefoot on the gas.

Lucas kept telling Steve to “Go! Go! Go!”

Dustin was watching out of the rear window as the couple were still yelling and throwing their arms in the air. “Shit, they look pissed,” he observed.

“I mean it’s not everyday you lose your house and your car in one fell swoop,” Robin said, holding onto the sides of her seat.

“Hold on! Hold on! Hold on!” Steve yelled as he made a sharp right turn, running over some garbage bins in the process.

“There’s a place up ahead and I’m goin’ just as fast as my feet can fly! Come away, come away if you’re goin’. Let’s leave this sinkin’ ship behind!” Kat started to sing at full volume.

“Kat, what are you doing?” Nancy laughed.

“Come on! Road trip songs! You know you wanna sing along,” she gleefully said. She looked down at Eddie and nodded. He shrugged and together they both sang, “Come on the risin’ wind! We’re goin’ up around the bend, oh!” and with the second verse, soon enough, they had everyone singing Creedence Clearwater Revival as Steve hauled ass to War Zone.

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Eventually, when the songs and the adrenaline died down, a silence befell the group. Everyone was either wrapped up in small conversations of their own or zoned out from exhaustion.

“Hey,” Kat whispered, gently nudging Eddie with her elbow, “what’s going on with you and…” She jutted her chin toward their getaway driver.

A puzzled look scrunched Eddie’s features. “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Kat started, her eyes looking up at the ceiling and her head tilting back and forth as she counted her points on her fingers, “You gave him your battle vest ‘for his modesty.’ You confessed how cool you think he is, with an Ozzy reference no less. You practically nuzzle into his personal space. I’d recognize that shit-eatting grin anywherel. And! What the hell was up with calling him ‘big boy’?” she chuckled quietly.

Eddie curled his lips in and his eyes grew wide as his cheeks reddened. “I– I– I… uh,” he stuttered trying to get his bearings. “What?”

“If you ask me, those are tell-tale signs that Munson has a little crush,” she said with a smirk.

“I have a… What? No, no, no. I mean. He’s a dude and I–”

“So what if he’s a dude? You can have a crush on a guy,” she shrugged.

“But it’s–”

“Always a little weird when you first realize. It’s okay, babe. Been there, done that. Here to help ya through it, big boy,” she giggled and winked as she ruffled the top of his head.

“‘Been there, done that?’” he repeated.

“Mhmm. I’m telling you, life is very different in LA. Plus if you weren’t so annoyingly persistent when I first got here, probably woulda batted my eyelashes at,” Kat moved her eyes in Robin’s direction. Eddie followed her eyes and then his eyebrows shot up in surprise as he slowly turned his head back to her.

‘Really? Buckley?’ he mouthed.

“Yeah, you had no idea, did you?”

“Nope,” he shook his head quickly, his curls zipping side to side.

“Of course not. That’s because it’s called being subtle. Something which you have not yet mastered. Oh, hey, wait, I know someone you could practice on!” she said, bumping her shoulder with his.

“Hey, I am very much with you. Have I told you that I love you? Because I love you. Very much in love. Runs real deep,” he said speaking quickly.

“I know, babe,” she nodded with a breathy laugh as she patted his knee.

“Hey, Kat?” Max called to her from the back. “Can I, uh, talk to you for a sec?”

“Of course!” she said, getting up to switch places with Lucas. “What’s up?”

“Well, I sort of came up with a plan. I just… I mean, you know Vecna so I wanted to run it by you, I guess,” she said nervously.

“Yeah, tell me what you came up with,” Kat nodded as she sat down, crossing one leg under her.

“Okay, so, he uses my darkest memories against me. Which, you were there when it happened with Chrissy, right?”

“Yeah, a couple times actually. If those were her actual memories… They had to have been her darkest ones. Is that… is that what he did with you?”

Max nodded. “It’s like he only sees the darkness in us.”

“No, not just in people. Honestly, he only sees darkness, period.”

“Exactly, so I figured I’ll just run in the opposite direction. I mean, that’s what I did when they started to play Kate Bush. I saw them at the cemetery and I just ran towards it. So that’s what I’ll do. I’ll run to the light again. And maybe he won’t be able to find me there, you know?”

Kat stared out the rear window pensively. She started to nod. “Yeah, yeah. That could work. Eleven has her powers back. And if I’m there too… Wait, do you already have a specific memory in mind?”

“I do,” she said with a half smile, her eyes darting to Lucas and back as her cheeks turned rosy.

“Max, this could work. If you show me that memory, I can find you there and hide you. I don’t know if… I don’t know how long I can hold him off and keep you safe, but maybe it’d be enough time for them to obliterate that son of a bitch…”

“Really? You think this could work?”

“Yeah, I do,” she said confidently as she walked up to the front of the camper.

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#eddie munson #eddie munson x ofc #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x oc #eddie munson fix it fic #eddie munson au #eddie munson angst #stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfic #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair

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nutria--oscura · 1 year ago

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Atonement- Anointment- an ointment? Atonyment (tony peperoni?)

~s2 ep 44 spoilers below~

ron and beth business idea? ron and beth business idea

"in fact, the only hard part my be finding someone to share it with" "oh" "..." "..." "ron... what are we?" "I dont know beth... i dont know."

"about 4 teens that got married" "4 teens?" im just gonna pretent anthony is saying it like that cause of hermie and dood

TAYLOR IS A ROGUEEE FREDDIE WENT ROGUEEE

honestly, taylor as a barbarian would have been funny

goofy minmax? fuck yea

NORMAL AND LINK IN THE INTRO (sorry i loved when will and matt did that with henry and darryl)

PIANOOOO

stimming so hard cause of will

... i take it back- normal i love you but what the f-

time to update your normal designs yall

"scary doesn't run errands. she walks them... bitch"

OH YEAH- THE MEMORY--

what the fuck-

"hes[darryl] like a real zaddy" "no hes a daddy, you gotta be realistic here"

so the teens cant go to heaven, cant go to hell, where they gonna go when they die-

HERMIEEEEEEE

scary gets taken "no! my scene partner!" hermie gets taken "no! my future life partner!"

anthonys exhasparated "okay" when beth said scarys gonna look like a meatball is honestly a constant mood-

PIANO

now being a ranger is useful- bhahah

"you know its not gonna be the time out room and its not gonna be good"

"no pwobwem fowwow meee"

"i wanna see if there's anyone who isn't supposed to be in heaven so i can tattle on them" "i feel like tattling as an act immediately drops you into hell" "they love tattling in hell though" "wasn't the bibles most famous snitch, like, kinda vilified for that?" "who?" "judas dude?" "judas my man. my man judas" "wait well, judas wasn't a snitch per se" "yea he was just bad" "he was a betrayer" "he was a betrayer" "he was a business man" "he snitched-" "30 pieces of silver in that economy can go a long way" "no no no no, they're-they're right Freddie. what did he snitch? like 'hey, that's Jesus' like they knew-" "YEA" "like they knew who Jesus was" "do you think the last supper was Jesus being like 'guys alright don't tell anybody don't tell anybody'" "'but we- we've gotta fucking move 10kilos of this, ok? just don't tell the authorities'" "'this is my body, let me see your body- you wearing a wire?'" "oh my god- like the last supper was like a table for 13 but then more people found out about it and they were like 'yea, i had a birthday party, the sweet 33 but you weren't invited' and Judas was like do not-" "'are you Roman? cause if you're Roman you have to tell me'"

yes, i did just sped 15 minutes to copy that section of the podcast on my first listen. yes, i do in fact now know it by heart

anthonys "yea" like "yea, no fucking shit" and then its a mens rights activist who podcasts about spaghetti who is in front of his setup eating spaghetti at the mic and only got into heaven cause he was an organ donor and all his organs saved the lives of great people who were from minorities that the guy did not like, each of which discovered the cure for a different type of cancer

im 23 mins in and ive been sat here listening for an HOUR

"taylor walks by and looks at him asianly"

"so you know how in a chirstmas story they have them say fudge so you don't have to hear the f-word?" "uh-huh" "yeaaa-" "uhhhhhhh-" "where are you going with this bro?" "careful my friend" "hes gonna say: *slowmode* 'oh darn, it's a pppppeeeeeeerrrrrrrsssoooonnnn' and hes going to say a slur, a horrible slur"

FREDDIE ON THE KITARRA

TONY

I GET THE TITLE NOW

FVCKING NEW IT

new narc type - narc on someone to their conscience

THANK YOU ANTHONY FOR REMEMBERING HERMIE

AND DOOD

YES DOOD <3

"do you[normal] really want to give me positivity? or do you want me to say thank you so you feel good about yourself?" "get him get him get him"

HE WAS SO EXCITED FOR MARGHERITA TO BE THERE NO-

"im glad you got into heaven despite everything"

CHA👏RAC👏TER👏DE👏VE👏LOP👏MENT👏

LINCOLN-

JESUS LINCOLN- I MEAN YEAH BUT JESUS

SCARY MY BELOVED <3

ooooo, new item! potentially!

love taylor asking how lincoln is doing cause of his thing with authority when he himself wont process his shit-

normal needs to go feral <3 please <3

HAH- I SHALL RETURN- YOU CANT STOP M-

#dndads spoilers #i shall return!#whispers of the raine

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sirwow · 2 years ago

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Torn Tapes; Pt 1

The wind blows softly as the start of springtime rolls in and the spruce forest buzzes with life. Grass and sticks crackle under the footsteps of 3 boys traipsing along a trail. Lazarus, Azazel and Cain chat while chewing on their own candies and Cain dragging a box.

Az: “Augh.. never liked how taffy gets stuck on my braces.”

Cain: “Then why do ya keep buying it every time we go to plums?”

Az: “Well it tastes good! Besides you eat jawbreakers and complain about your throat hurting.”

Laz: “Az that’s not how jawbreakers work..”

Az: “Throat, mouth, jaw. Same thing. Anyways, how long is that old generator supposed to work for Cain?”

Cain: “Donno.”

Az: “What do you mean you don’t know? You’re a techie!”

Cain: “I’m a mechanic not a electrician, Az.”

Az: “Like I said, same thing.”

Laz: “Well regardless we should be able to power that old tv in the treehouse with it and play some games. Besides if it’s only an hour or something I’ll just bring mine.”

Az: “Alright alright..”

The three continue through the woods with the old generator and up to a old treehouse. Trash bags of rubbish and tools surround a near cleaned treehouse. The treehouse sits with a combination of fresh planks and old untouched by rain. Cain walks behind Az and Laz with the generator but the wheels of the generator catch on something hollow in the ground and trips up Cain onto the floor.

Laz: “Woah you okay?”

Cain: “Ugh yeah.. fuckin generator got stuck on something. Sounded kinda weird too.”

Az: “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Cain: “Sounded hollow is what I mean, now shh..”

Cain goes to the dirty and dusty bump in-front of the generator and taps it with his knuckles. A wooden clicking returns and Cain stands back up with Az n Laz by his sides.

Cain: “Sounds like a box there.”

Az: “Ooh, you think it’s treasure?”

Cain: “Why don’t you find a shovel over there n figure out.”

Az: “Alright but I call dibs on whatever’s in it!”

Cain: “Hey Lazarus mind helping me get this ol thing up there while Az digs himself a hole?”

Laz: “Oh yeah, of course!”

Laz and Cain lift up the generator cord to the tree house and plug in a old box tv together. The tv beams on and sits idle with nothing inside. Along side the Tv inside the treehouse is a new small beanbag, a bookshelf filled to the brim, a rug and scattered papers of future plans and Az’s doodles.

Az: “Hereees the box!” Azazel plops down the box in the center of the rug

Cain: “That was fast.”

Az: “Well it was a lot looser then it looked. Now com’on let’s open it!”

Laz pops open the dusty box and inside sits a large book and several tapes, unnamed. The three start taking things out.

Az: “tapes and a book? What a lame treasure.”

Cain: “Oh boo hoo.“

Az: “I’ll boo hoo your face.”

Laz takes out and opens the book as Cain and Az bicker. It’s a picture book dated 6 years back. The first page immediately catches him off guard.

Laz: “Hey guys? This book has photos of our siblings.”

Az: “Wait really?”

Cain: “Huh?”

Laz lays out the book on the rug with the first picture being a fuzzy image of a younger Judas and Eve. The photo is titled with marker as “photo test” in neat hand writing.

Cain: “Well I’ll be damned. I remember eve hangin out with Judas but she never talked bout it much.”

Az: “Judas never told me anything about his friends.. something about wanting to keep it to himself.”

Laz: “I wonder who took it. Looks like most the first few are of Judas and Eve.”

Az: “Well that one’s of Magdalene.”

Cain: “It’s Maggie. But yeah that’s definitely her. Whats the other pages got.”

Laz flips the page to pictures of an in progress treehouse with a folded up blueprint in the pages.

Laz: “Guess her and whoever her friends were the ones to build this place.”

Az: “No wonder it was so shotty when we found it. A bunch of kids made it!”

Cain: “Uh-huh, we’re also kids Az.”

Az: “Teens! There’s a difference.”

Cain: “Hey. Is that Mary?”

Laz: “What?”

Cain: “Ya sister! Look!”

Cain points to the edge of a photo where a younger Bethany can be seen flying and lifting a plank up to the tree for Eve. Laz takes the book to look closer.

Laz: “..What..? But she..I..”

Laz flips quickly to the next page with Cain and Az looking over his shoulder to peek. The next few pages have multiple pictures of Beth but Laz keeps flipping until coming to a torn page with half a photo still on it. The photo obviously had Judas but Bethany’s pigtails could be seen past the tear.

Az: “Uhm.. you okay Lazarus?”

Laz: “Did you know Judas and Bethany were friends..?”

Az: “I-I thought you did..”

Laz: “No she- I was always sick in my room and she never really told me about her friends other then Maggie.. but she wouldn’t lie to me..”

Az: “mmh..”

Cain: “Well- uh- maybe if we watch these tapes we could figure some more out!”

Laz: “..Yeah. Yeah let’s do that. Besides the rest of the pages in this book look torn up, no point in trying to read torn truths, haha..”

Az: “Yeah let’s see what these old things are. What’s the first one?”

Cain: “Just called “Test”. Guess we better test it out.”

Laz: “I swear to the lord- just put the tape in you dum-dum.”

Cain and Az giggle n Cain after slides the 1st tape in to watch.

End of Pt 1

Next part will be linked once it is up

#forgotten keys #tboi au #tboi au writing

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marshmallowprotection · 2 years ago

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"The way I see it, you should feel blue, yellow, and red. I want you to feel the tenderness of all our colors together. That way, when you feel alone, you'll always see those colors and they'll make you feel safe."

Hey, so... I need to thank you for this. I was the one who requested a fic with the poly trio because I was feeling sad, and it did not only help me then, but now whenever I'm feeling blue my mind immediately starts searching for those three colours.

So yeah, it's still making me feel safe.

Thank you so much, for everything you do, and for being who you are. It means a lot

Wow, it's been a super long time since I wrote a snippet for the Poly Trio and a Reader! I'm happy to hear that Saeyoung, Judas, and Minji were able to help you feel safe at your lowest moment, and they still stand out today when you feel at your lowest.

I say with the utmost certainty Minji would want to bake you some treats while you take a nap on the couch, curled up between Judas and Saeyoung who put down their work for the evening just so they could take care of you. Yellow for your sunshine, red for your fire, and blue for your soul.

#ask #anon #mod kait #kait validation hours?#poly trio #minji cho oc #judas choi oc #cmc

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writing-to-nobody · 2 years ago

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Aftermath - III

After a thousand years of torment at Annemarie’s hands, Nanette can’t quite bring herself to believe she’s really gone. She pays a visit to Andy, hoping to put her mind at ease.

Part 2 Part 4

Content warnings: ableism, referenced suicide, snakes

Rating: T

Words: 2,361

"Hey, mum?"

Nanette jumped as a hand touched her arm, a gasp snagging in her throat. When she realized it was only Judas, she relaxed a little and forced a smile.

"Sorry," Judas said, a wrinkle working its way between his brows. "I didn't mean to scare you. Is everything okay?"

Nanette waved him off and busied herself straightening up the kitchen counter. It wouldn't hurt to do some dusting, she thought. With the kids around, and Noah always forgetting to take his shoes off inside the house, it got dusty faster. The dust in the Scarlet Circle was red. Nanette blinked. Judas had asked her a question.

"It's fine," she said. The smile had fallen off her face. She dragged it back. "Did you need something, sweetheart?"

"I was just gonna swing by the store," Judas said, pointing over their shoulder toward the door. "Was wondering if you needed anything."

"Oh, um." Nanette looked around for the grocery list she always kept on the counter. She found it half-buried under a pile of napkins and held it out to Judas. "Take your brother with you."

Judas tucked the list into their pocket and raised an eyebrow. "Mum, I think I can handle a grocery run."

Nanette's gaze darted toward the cane Judas was leaning on.

Judas sighed. "Seriously?"

Nanette shook her head and went back to tidying up. "No, no. I know you can. It's just—" Worries she thought she'd put to rest a long time ago rose to the surface once more.

Judas's frown deepened. "Is something up?" he asked again.

Nanette bit her lip. "Have you—" She broke off, anxious that giving a voice to her worries might in some way actualize them. "Have you noticed anything strange about your father?" she finally asked.

Judas's lips twitched.

Nanette huffed and crossed her arms. "I mean, out of the ordinary, for him?"

With a puzzled furrow of their brow, Judas shook their head. "No. Why? Did something happen?"

Nanette would have liked to find that reassuring, but she couldn't shake the fear she'd felt the night before, when Thomas had told her of an old enemy's passing. She should have been relieved. It was over, wasn't it? The woman who had caused her so much grief over the last thousand years was dead.

But something about Thomas's demeanor had frightened her: had reminded her of a time long before she'd ever met Annemarie Cheshire. It was something in his smile as he spoke of her suicide. Nanette had seen the look before.

"Mum?"

Nanette startled again. She answered Judas's worried expression with a chuckle she hoped didn't sound too forced. "Oh. Everything's fine. You know me; I always have to find something to fret about!"

Judas did not look convinced. "If something happened—"

"Nothing happened," Nanette insisted, with a tight smile.

"Mum—"

"I thought you were going to the store," Nanette said, a bit snappishly.

Judas flinched, and she immediately regretted allowing agitation to sharpen her tone. "Uh, yeah," he said, tapping the pocket of his coat where he'd stored the grocery list. "I'll just go do that." He turned and walked down the stairs. Was he limping more than usual, or was Nanette just making every molehill into a mountain that day? She wasn't sure.

He turned to give her a brief wave before heading out the door. When he closed it behind him, Nanette finally remembered to breathe.

"Shouldn't have snapped at him," she murmured. He'd only been trying to help, but what could she tell him? She didn't even know for sure what was bothering her. He hadn't noticed his father acting any differently, so it was probably just her overactive imagination, and as for the root of the trouble…

Well, what was there to say? Annemarie Cheshire was the reason she had spent the last thousand years of her afterlife in a near-constant state of anxiety. She had been the cause of many sleepless nights and, when Nanette did sleep, the specter haunting her nightmares. She had torn Nanette's life apart time after time, and Nanette had come to the eventual realization that it would never really be whole again. Honestly, could she really fault Thomas for being glad that the woman was dead?

Maybe she should have been glad, too. Maybe she should have felt safe now, but she didn't. Instead, she felt like she was tottering on the edge of a cliff and one wrong move could cause her to fall.

Maybe it was just that it hadn't truly sunk in yet, that she was dead. Or maybe it was that Nanette didn't believe it. How could Thomas be sure it wasn't a trick, after all? She wouldn't have put anything past Annemarie, and for her to just give up after all this time…Nanette wished she could believe it, but she wasn't sure she did.

It took her only a second to make up her mind about what to do next. "Noah," she called down the hall. "I'm going out."

—

It had been years since she'd been on speaking terms with Andy Cheshire. He'd made it clear a long time ago that his loyalty lay with Annemarie, and always would, despite all she'd done.

When he answered the door, her first thought was that he looked awful. His hair was badly in need of a wash and brush. It was tangled and sticking up in places, limp and greasy in others. There were purple circles under his eyes and his cheekbones stood out prominently under his gray skin. His face was slack, but when he saw Nanette, something in his dark eyes seemed to spark to life and his expression resurrected into a scowl. "You," he growled.

For a second, Nanette wasn't sure what to say. She hadn't really thought this through. If she had, she probably would have realized it was a stupid idea before she set foot outside the house. Honestly, what was she supposed to say? 'Hey, Andy! Just wanted to drop in and verify that your psycho sister is actually dead.' Obviously not.

Andy was still glaring at her. "Do you want something? Or did you just come here to gloat?"

"I—" Nanette broke off. Say something! She stared wordlessly at Andy for a dreadfully long second, her mouth hanging half-open as she fumbled for the right words. "It's true then?" she asked weakly.

Andy flinched, and his scowl became a grimace. He turned his head away, and squeezed his eyes shut like he was fighting off a migraine. "Yes," he said, so quietly that Nanette wasn't sure whether she'd imagined it.

"I'm sorry," she said awkwardly.

"No, you are not," Andy said without opening his eyes, "but it doesn't matter anymore. She's—" He crossed his arms, shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter."

Nanette stood there, unsure of what to say. The silence stretched out, growing more and more uncomfortable until Nanette's skin began to crawl. "Is there anything I can do?" she blurted out.

Andy's eyes flicked toward hers. They looked shiny, like he might cry. She'd never seen Andy cry, and thought that he might made the crawling feeling in her skin intensify, like a hundred thousand ants had taken up residence under her dermis. She gripped her arm harder and clenched her jaw.

Then Andy looked away. "I think you've done enough," he said bitterly.

Nanette pursed her lips and looked down at the porch. The deep purple paint was chipped and peeling. That's not fair, she thought. You know what she did. The memory made her stomach cramp. She winced.

"Just go," Andy said. "I don't need anything from you."

Nanette wasn't about to argue. She wished she hadn't come. She'd gotten her answer, but it hadn't made her feel any better. If anything, seeing Andy this way made her even more unsettled. She turned to leave.

"How can you be with him?" Andy snapped. "Knowing what he did? I know you hated her, but—" He broke off.

Nanette shut her eyes and warred with herself for a moment before looking back.

Andy's face was turned away. His arms were crossed, shoulders hunched, and he was trembling.

Nanette grimaced. She should have been angry. She should have been furious. A part of her wanted to shout at him: how could you have taken her side, knowing what she did! She started all of this!

But Andy looked too pitiful already: perched like a disheveled crow in his doorway, shivering.

"Whatever happened between them, it doesn't excuse—" she started to say.

Before she could finish, Andy turned on her. His tail, which had hung limp on the floor since her arrival, began to lash. The scowl was back, only it was more of a snarl now, his lips drawn back until she could see his reddened gums, teeth bared and sharp and shining. His eyes were wet and slitted. His arms were stiff at his sides, his hands claw-like.

He lunged forward, not to strike, but to shout in her face. "Whatever happened!"

Nanette flinched. Andy was not a tall or particularly imposing man. He was not possessed of a power that could threaten her, and he had never raised a hand against her, but she'd never seen him like this. Andy was livid and—oh, god damn it—crying, now. She could see tears running in angry rivulets down his cheeks, and she wasn't sure what he would do.

"Your husband," Andy spat. "Is the reason she is dead twice over. Your husband"—he was shaking like a leaf—"is the reason for all of her suffering."

Nanette didn't try to interrupt now. What Andy was saying wasn't true and it wasn't rational. She had a thousand years of proof to the contrary, but Andy wouldn't listen to reason now. He was hurt and angry, and if he needed to shout, then Nanette would let him. They'd been friends, once. They wouldn't be again, but she still hated to see him like this.

"I know you hated her," Andy was saying again. Some of his anger had drained away now. The lines around his eyes and mouth were not so deep, nor so sharp. "I know she hurt you," he said.

An understatement, Nanette thought, and held her grip on her arm, which was surely bruised now. She held her thoughts in just as tight of a grip, lest they start to wander places she couldn't bear to have them go.

"But what she went through," Andy said. His voice cracked. He stumbled back through his doorway and leaned heavily on the frame.

Nanette waited a few seconds for him to continue. He didn't.

She took a deep breath. She cleared her throat. "Well," she said, "I'm truly sorry for your loss."

Andy looked as though he hadn't even heard her. His eyes were far away.

There wasn't anything else to say. Nanette gave him a small nod and started to turn away, only for Andy to stop her again. He'd grabbed the end of her sleeve.

Unable to simply teleport away, lest she bring Andy with her, she turned to him one last time.

His eyes were wide now, staring down at her.

"Andy," she sighed.

Andy's grip only tightened on her sleeve. "Don't go back to him," he said urgently.

Nanette's brow furrowed. Her thoughts tried to go back again: back to something that had happened so long ago that it surely didn't matter anymore. "Let me go, please," she said.

Andy shook his head. "Don't. Nanette. You don't know who he really is."

"Andy. If you don't let me go, I will make you let go," Nanette said, getting impatient now. Or, maybe impatient wasn't the right word. Her skin was crawling again, and her chest felt tight, like an invisible hand had wrapped around her throat and cut off her air. She imagined she felt that hand on her spine too, trailing down, toying with each vertebra along the way.

"Nanette, he is a wicked man," Andy pleaded again. He was pleading now, and the weight of something he would not say hung over each word.

He's just rambling, Nanette tried to tell herself. Grief makes people do funny things.

Perhaps it wasn't a hand trailing over her spine, she thought strangely, but a snake winding around the bones, its grip getting tighter and tighter. She imagined she could feel its smooth scales and rubbery skin. She'd held half a dozen just like it over a split-open abdomen, then pressed the skin shut over them as Thomas sewed with a remarkably steady hand. She'd watched the needle weave in and out of the reddened gray, mind sharp in places, fuzzy in others.

Rising out of the reverie, feeling lightheaded, Nanette said: "I'm going home, Andy." Her voice sounded far away. She hardly felt his fingers as she pried them from her sleeve.

"Nanette, he—"

She was gone before Andy finished his sentence. She appeared back in the kitchen, where she'd left it. She noticed that Judas was back from the store, but said nothing until, turning to grab a grocery bag, they spotted her and yelped.

She registered the sound, distantly.

"Geez, mum, you scared the hell out of me!" they exclaimed.

Nanette frowned slightly in disapproval. "Language," she said, with no real feeling.

Judas looked closer at her. Their brow furrowed. "Is everything okay?" they asked.

It took Nanette a couple of seconds to register what they'd said. Then she shook her head. "Oh, I'm fine," she replied, and turned to help them put away the groceries.

Andy's words kept replaying in her mind. Just nonsense, she told herself. It's the grief talking.

Maybe she'd do some vacuuming later. The place really was getting dusty. And the dust was red, here. Everything was red.

She buried the knife in her mind and folded the groceries bags. They'd need them the next time they went out.

Some time later, she swiped a wet rag over the counter, clicked her tongue in disapproval. So much dust. She wiped her hands too, but they still felt red. She just couldn't seem to get them clean.

#stories #nanette #judas #andy #darkfic

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enderpearlgirl1005 · 9 months ago

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Purple Ninja

Chapter 4 First Encounter

Days passed and it was now Saturday, Martha was sleeping in as she had a wonderful time with Taylor last night. It was rather late in the night when she got back home to the apartment. By the time she woke up it was already well into the late hours of the morning. Martha looked at her bedroom clock and saw that it was 10 in the morning.

So she sat up and stretched her arms and leg before reaching to the side of her bed and putting her prosthetic on. Once she made sure it was fixed on properly Martha got up and changed into her regular clothes for the day.

"Ah, now let's see what dad's baking in the bakery, and what my cousin and aunt are up to." Martha said to herself.

She left her room and went down to the bakery to see what her dad was up to this morning. When she got there she saw her dad was mixing up a fresh batch of cream for another pastry that she assumed was in the oven based on the smell wafting through the room.

"Morning dad, how are you doing?" Martha asked, getting her fathers attention.

Her dad looked over to her and saw her standing in the kitchen's entrance. He smiled seeing his daughter awake and he paused what he was doing to come over and give her a big hug.

"Martha, it's good to see you up. And I'm doing well this morning, thank you for asking." Her dad responded.

Martha smiled back and hugged her dad back, that lasted till the timer for the oven went off. Martha's dad let his daughter go and went up to the timer to turn it off before getting a pair of oven mitts on, opening the oven. He pulled out some freshly baked puffs that he would soon fill up with cream once they cooled down.

"Hey! Mr. Morgan! We've got an order for a wedding cake!" One of the bakery's employees called out.

"Alright! Write down the details and lets get to work!" Morgan called out.

"Yes sir!" The employee responded and went to get the recommended details.

"Hey Martha, if you're looking for Natalie, she went to central park to do some sketching, and your aunt is at work right now." Morgan explained.

"Okay dad, and if you need any help with that wedding cake let me know." Martha said before leaving the bakery.

She walked down to the park as it wasn't that far away from her apartment. Once she got there she saw that as usual it was full of people who were walking around on their own, with a partner, or with their pet animal. She looked around and soon spotted Natalie sitting on a bench with her notebook in her hand and sketching something in it.

Martha walked up to Natalie and sat down next to her cousin and tapped her lightly on the shoulder. Natalie looked to her side and saw Martha sitting next to her with a smile on her face.

"Hey cous, what's up?" Martha asked.

"Not much, I'm just chilling here drawing the fountain." Natalie explained. Martha looked at the sketch and saw that it looked great and very realistic with the amount of details and shade put into it.

"Wow, your art skills are amazing." Martha complemented.

"Hehe, thanks I've been doing this for a long time... hey I know this is out of the blue, but have you heard a word form Eri since that day of the field trip?" Natalie asked.

"Not really, I wonder where she could be? And I have lots of questions to ask her about the charms. Don't get me wrong it's awesome to turn into a ninja with powers and awesome weapons. I have been transforming a lot to see what I got stored in my suit. But I am very curious about everything and I wanna know who this Judas guy is." Martha explained.

"Yeah me too, whoever he is and wherever he is I have a feeling that it won't be good once he strikes again on the city. I just hope it won't be my mom or your dad as the last thing I want is my friends and family getting hurt. That and I can't bear losing my mom after my dad died." Natalie explained.

"Yeah I bet, I can't even imagine how you'd feel if you lost your mum a few weeks after losing your dad." Martha stated as she leaned back.

The two cousins sat there for a while thinking over all the events and the questions they had. Even when Natalie went back to her drawing she wasn't really paying that much attention to it anymore.

"Oh look who it is, the disabled girl and her ugly and stupid cousin." The two heard a snarky voice say. They looked up and both internally groaned when they saw Carol and her minion Stella standing in front of them.

"Ugh, what do you two want?" Martha asked, annoyed to see the spoiled girl.

"Oh nothing, just wanted to know what you two are doing in my bench getting your poor and ugly germs all over it." Carol replied.

"Since when was this your bench Missy? Last time I recall this was a public park and this bench is also public as well!" Martha explained while getting up and facing her.

"Hey watch it, you don't want to break your fake prosthetic do you?" Carol asked in a mocking way while pointing at Martha's fake leg.

"It's made of titanium you idiot, so unless a professional bodybuilder grabs it and bends it then it won't break!" Martha exclaimed while getting up in Carol's face.

"Hey! Back off do you even know who we are?" Stella asked as she pushed Martha away.

"What? A bunch of spoiled brats who don't know what 2 + 2 equals?" Martha asked in a sarcastic tone.

"No! Carol is the Purple Ninja! And I'm her sidekick the Yellow Ninja!" Stella explained.

When the two cousins heard that they both froze on the spot, as they both knew that wasn't true. However Martha wasn't to shocked that Carol and her minion had said something like that. She knew the two would tell any kind of lie just to be more popular, and from what she saw on the news both her and Natalie had gotten pretty famous as their Ninja personas.

"W-What, you two?" Natalie asked, shocked.

"Yeah I know right? It's pretty cool, now why don't you two move aside?" Carol asked as she waved her hand at them.

"Um no! This is a public park and so anyone can sit anywhere they want! If you want a bench of your own why don't ask your incompetent daddy to buy you one!" Martha angrily stated in the same sarcastic tone.

"Why you little-" Carol was saying before she was interrupted by another voice.

"Um Miss Carol and Miss Stella, are you two really the Purple and Yellow Ninja?" A male voice asked. The girls looked and sat Steve from school standing not too far away from them with a camera and notebook in his hands.

"Why yes, why do you ask?" Stella asked.

"Well I'm making a report for my blog on the Yellow and Purple Ninja's and I wanted to try and find out their secret identity. If you two really are the two Ninja's then would you both like to go somewhere and answer some questions?" Steve asked.

"Oh why yes, are you going to be broadcasting it live?" Carol asked.

"If that's what the purple ninja wants then yes." Steve replied.

"Then let's go, come on Stella. Fame awaits the two of us." Carol said.

Stella nodded and the two followed Steven out of the park, but not before Stella turned around and stuck her tongue out at Martha and Natalie. When they were out of sight Marhta sighed and sat down again, she was totally done with those two.

"Ugh! I hate those two so much! Sometimes I wish I just let them fall and get hurt on the field trip. However, because of my heart and Ninja code, we defend the defenseless." Martha explained.

"Yeah but what do we do about the two of them? They both lied about being the purple and yellow Ninja's when that's us!" Natalie explained, shocked and angry at the two of them.

"Oh don't worry, I've got a plan to teach them a lesson about lying to become popular. I became popular in school by being honest and kind and not through lies as a lie will always be exposed. And we're going to teach them that kind of lesson the hard way, so follow me cous and I'll tell you my plan." Martha explained as she got up and gave her hand to Natalie.

Natalie grabbed Martha's hand and got up, the two then walked out of the park to plan their way of exposing the two liars. However what none of them had noticed was a dark figure hiding in the shadows of the park. The figure had only heard Carol and Stella lying about them being the purple and yellow Ninja.

They called up someone on the phone and said "Hello I believe I found the Purple and Yellow Ninja's... well if they are lying then I guess we'll have to kill them for wasting our time and leading us on a wild goose chase." The figure then ended the call and got up to chase after Carol and Stella to capture them for their evil plan with their buddies.

After sometime Steve, Carol, and Stella were in an expensive cafe where Steve was recording live his Q&A with the two girls.

"Hey everyone we're live at Monica Cafe with the Purple and Yellow Ninja's AKA Carol and Stella." Steve explained starting the video.

"Oh why hello out there to all my adoring fans." Carol said.

"And a big hello from me as well for you yellow Ninja fans!" Stella exclaimed.

Outside the cafe Martha and Natalie were watching the live steam on Martha's phone. Martha smiled as she thought about the looks on their faces when she and Natalie taught them a lesson about identity theft and fraud.

"Okay so you remember the plan right?" Martha asked.

"Yes once there are enough people watching the live stream enough you'll give me the signal and we'll transform and go in with smoke bombs. Once we're in we'll show everyone watching the stream that Carol and Stella are lying, and to make it convincing we'll show off our powers." Natalie explained.

"Exactly! Now we just sit back and watch." Martha said as she sat back against the walk.

"So Carol, Stella, how long have you two been the Purple and Yellow Ninjas?" Steve asked.

"Oh like since forever, we've only ever used our awesome powers when it's needed. And-" Before Carol could get another word in a window was head breaking off screen.

Steve shifted the camera to where the nose came from and to everyone's horror what looked like a bomb had been thrown into the cafe. However before anyone could get up and run the strange looking bomb opened up and a gas leaked out and filled up the whole cafe. In seconds everyone who inhaled the gas passed out onto the floor or the tables.

Martha and Natalie watched in horror as the camera fell to the ground and three or more figures walked into the cafe. Two went up to Carol and Stella and picked them up, while another one walked up to the camera and picked it up.

"I'm sorry but the live stream has to be cut short. Our master wants us to bring the two Ninjas to him and find the other color Ninja charms. So now that we have the Yellow and Purple Ninja's it's only a matter of time before our master Judas breaks free from his prison to spread his greatness and you all will become his loyal servants." The strange figure explained before breaking the camera forcing the live stream to end.

Martha and Natalie stood there staring at the phone in shock before they ran up to the entrance of the alleyway they were in and took a look around the corner with Natalie's mirror. The two saw the strangers leaving the cafe with both Stella and Carol unconscious. The strangers then got into a strange van with tinted windows. That was enough to tell Natalie and Martha that it was time to save the day, even if neither of them liked the two bullies.

So Natalie called out "Purple Ninja, it's time to Purify!" while Martha called out "Yellow Ninja! Let's Shed Some Light!" and both of them transformed into their colored ninja persona.

Once fully transformed the two followed the van from the rooftops, making sure to keep it in their line of sight so they wouldn't lose it. Soon they arrived at the docs of the city where shipments bringing stuff from across the sea would drop off and pick up their deliveries. The Purple and Yellow Ninja's both watched from atop of the shipment crates and waited for the perfect moment to strike.

As they sat there and watched they saw as the strange figures came out of the van with Carol and Stella still unconscious. They then tied the girls wrists and ankles up with zip ties and made sure they were tight enough so they couldn't move.

One figure then said to another one, "alright wake them up."

"Of course it would be my pleasure to." The other figure responded.

They then pulled out a flask that had a strange blue liquid in it and wafted the scent of it under the two girls' noises. The strong smell of the strange substance jolted both Carol and Stella awake and when they saw where they were and that they were tied up, both were visibly scared.

"Hey! What on earth do you think you are doing?! Do you know the amount of lawyers that my dad knows! He will have you all sent right to jail for this!" Carol screamed as she struggled against her bounds.

However her words didn't phase the strange figures in the slightest and even slapped her on the face.

"We believe that with the power we have your father is nothing but a speck in the line of our power." One of the figures said.

"What's going on?! Who are you people? What do you want from us? Don't you know that we're the Purple and Yellow Ninja?" Stella asked, trying to sound intimidating but failed miserably.

"Why do you think we brought you here?" A loud bombing, strong voice asked in the distance.

The other figures all stepped aside as another one walked up into view from the shadows. This one had a black cloak just like the other ones, but this one had gold silk sewn in around the edges.

"W-What do you mean? Are you all like one of those creepy fans who stalk their idols?" Carol asked.

"Oh no, we are something much more. We are the Judas, Ninja Cult!" The figure with the golden threads exclaimed. Then all the other figures threw away their own cloaks and the girls saw that they all had Ninja suits covering their whole body and faces.

"And we serve our master and founder Judas who is locked away in an acarsaid limbo prison! However he has tasked us with finding the colored Ninja charms. And as you two clam to be the Purple and Yellow Ninja's we want you both to give us your charms. If you do we will allow you both to live." The cults top ninja (who was the figure with the gold threads) explained threatening the two of them.

"Um, Yellow, I think we should go in now!" Purple stated as she saw things were getting serious.

"Agreed! Alright I'll take the ones on my side, the left, Purple, you take the ones on the right." Yellow explained quickly.

"On it!" Purple exclaimed.

The two then split to the two sides and ran to where their sides were, quickly before the cult did anything to Carol and Stella. Once they were at their two sides they two threw their smoke bombs. As soon as the smoke was released the two ninjas jumped down and got into fighting positions. The cultists turned around and the sudden colored smoke appeared around them.

Once the smoke cleared the cultists saw the Purple and Yellow Ninjas, they also realized that Carol and Stella were in the same place at the same time as them. So it didn't take a genius for them to put the pieces together and realized that the two of them had lied.

"They Lied to us and everyone!" One cultist angrily screamed.

"Sir what do we do with these two liars?" Another one asked.

"Take them to the ocean, they can't swim when tied up, but to make sure, go on and tie some cinder blocks to their feet. It'll teach them a lesson for making a bunch of fools out of us." The top ninja explained in a dark tone.

When the girls heard that they felt their stomachs drop out of their bodies. However Purple and Yellow Ninja quickly composed themselves as they had to act fast if they didn't want the two girls to be killed.

Before any of the cult Ninja's could grab the girls, Yellow threw her scarf out and wrapped up two of them in it before bashing them into other cultists. Purple meanwhile ran up to the cultits on her side and punched the first one she saw before kicking another one that tried to attack her. She then copied what Yellow did with her scarf and threw it at one of the cultists before bashing them into others.

"Alright you sorry excuses for ninjas! Time for my Yellow Ninja Sticky Bombs!" Yellow Ninja called out before throwing some yellow balls at some cultits who were charging at her to attack.

The balls managed to hit the cultists and once they did they exploded into a yellow sticky mass that looked similar to honey; however Yellow knew that it wasn't honey as she did taste it to see and found out that it wasn't.

"Okay, well let's see what I'm packing!" Purple exclaimed and reached into her suit to see what it had in store.

Some Ninja cultists ran up to her and she threw out some black and purple balls when they could. Once they made contact with the cultists they exploded into purple glitter that had coated all of them.

"What! What's that meant for?! Party tricks?!" Purple asked angrily after seeing what those bombs did.

"Ahh! Why are my hands fish!" One of the ninja's screamed when they looked down at their hands, that seemed to be normal.

"W-what's going on?! Why is everything made of jelly beans, candy canes, and other candy?!" Another one asked as they looked around the environment.

"AHH! BEARS! BEARS! BEARS!" Another one screamed in fear. When Yellow saw what was going on she busted out laughing her head off as she saw what was going on.

"OMG! HA! LOOKS LIKE THOSE CAUSES HALLUCINATIONS! LIKE THEIR TRIPPING BALLS! HA!" Yellow laughed at the scene of insanity in front of her

"Okay, I'm gonna have to practice more later and see what else I got before the next battle hits." Purple commented as she saw this and felt slightly bad for them, but not entirely considering what they were about to do.

"Ugh! All of them are useless, if you want something done right, you do it yourself." The top ninja stated as he pulled out a sword he had in his sword container.

The two Ninja's looked and saw the top Ninja with a big and strong looking sword out. At first they wanted to fight, but quickly remembered that they haven't trained much in sword fighting. Plus he potentially had way more experience than them as he was the top ninja of the cult and that told them he must have had the most training to get that position. So they quickly ran up to Carol and Stella, grabbed them, and took out their smoke bombs.

"We'd love to take you out, but unfortunately that will have to wait." Yellow stated.

"Yes, we're still new and we're not stupid to fight someone more experienced than us in sword fighting. Especially if they are willing to kill and hurt others." Purple stated with a ferm look on her face.

The two then smashed their smoke bombs to the ground, creating a window of opportunity to escape before anything else happened. The top ninja growled at this, but internally swore that they will fight one day.

Soon the two ninja's had returned Carol and Stella to the Cafe and when they got their police and some adults who are believed to be their parents were outside. Purple cleared her throat, which got the attention of the parents and authorities. When the parents saw their daughters they were overwhelmed with so much relief and joy that they ran up to the two girls.

"Oh Carol! You're safe! I'm so relieved." Carol's dad said.

"And Stella, you're okay too! I'm so glad!" Stellas Mom exclaimed.

"Yeah, we're fine." Stella said.

"Yeah, and we had to help them out as they told a lie that caused them to be kidnapped in the first place." Yellow explained as she and Purple used their daggers to cut off the zipties that they neglected to take care of.

"Wait, a lie? What lie?" Stella's mom asked.

"They claimed to be us, and that caused a big problem, as some psychos had kidnapped them." Purple explained.

"WHAT! THEY LIED!'' Everyone heard Steve yell.

The parents, Carol, Stella, and the two ninjas looked and saw Steve standing there with his phone in his hand. Based on the look on his face they all could tell he heard everything.

"Yes, they did, and I hope that this will be a lesson on identity theft and lying!" Yellow stated both angry and firmly.

Stella and Carol both sunk into their clothes when they heard what Yellow had said.

"Yellow, Purple, please accept my apologies! Carol's mother spoils her all the time and she turned out like this. I'll try and do my best to set her on the right path and straighten her attitude!" Carol's father explained.

"Same here! I'm dreadfully sorry for my daughter's behavior as well! And the lie she had told!" Stella's mother apologies as well.

"All is forgiven, just make sure they never do this again! Now we gotta go, it's getting late and we're tired." Purple explained. She and Yellow then left to detransform and go home to rest up.

"Well thanks for wasting my time!" Steve angrily said before storming off.

Later in the day Natalie and Martha were in the living room watching TV and eating some leftovers. Martha's dad was already asleep from the tiring day at the bakery, and Natalie's mom was working overtime because of some other employees getting sick. The two girls were exhausted from the day they had so they wanted to just rest and chill out.

"OMG! I didnt expect that Juda's guy to have a cult following. Now I'm left with who knows how many questions!" Martha exclaimed.

"Me to... but I'm worried about when we'll have to fight them again." Natalie explained.

"Hey cous, don't worry, as long as we both train and test out our gear and powers, then those creeps won't stand a chance against us!" Natalie exclaimed with confidence.

"Hmm... your right cous, hey your dads going out tomorrow right? To do some cake deliveries?" Natalie asked.

"Yeah, why's that?" Martha asked.

"Well when my mom leaves for work tomorrow we can practice in our rooms, we just need to avoid making an unexplainable mess." Natalie explained.

"Well I have already figured out what does and doesn't explode for most of my things... sure why not!" Martha exclaimed.

Natalie smiled at this and went back to watching TV, excited to test out her ninja gear, and still worried about the next time she and Martha will have to fight the cult again.

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