Scott nudged the front door of the frat house open with his foot while he balanced three boxes of his belongings in his arms. He’d accepted the bid offered to him by Isaac Lahey, a beta werewolf and sophomore, and approved to move in for pledge week where he would be forced to prove his control.
Alpha Beta Omega was an all supernatural fraternity, and brother to the supernatural sorority Kappa Iota Tau, or KIT for short as it had been founded by a Kitsune when the University had been created. Joining the fraternity or sorority wasn’t mandatory for supernatural students, but everybody did. It provided a safe place for students to be themselves without the fear of discovery, and each house, or so Scott had been told during rush week, was warded against anyone that had ill intentions.
“Comes in handy during prank week,” Isaac had told him at the Rush Week welcome party held with the KITs. “No one can get anywhere near the houses if they have nefarious intentions towards anyone that lives here. Well, except Stiles. But I don’t think anything can stop Stiles.”
Scott didn’t know who Stiles was. He hadn’t been at the party, though neither had the current Alpha president of the fraternity. Traditionally, the president was always an Alpha werewolf in honour of the founder of the fraternity. According to a female beta named Erica who had overheard his conversation with Isaac, Derek Hale, the frat president, had been otherwise engaged with making nice with the local alpha, but would return to school before the start of the term.
“You must be the newest pledge,” a voice greeted him from the main living room of the house, and Scott craned his neck, trying to see around his tower of boxes.
Someone snorted. “You mean only pledge,” the more familiar voice of Isaac said. “Kind of a dry year.”
The fraternity was considered to be highly elite and prestigious as it offered few bids each year. No more than a handful. Which also meant that everybody wanted to join, and the rush week party was the biggest on campus. Scott had been informed when Isaac offered his that he was the only one to receive a bid for the fraternity that year because no other frosh supernaturals besides himself and a female Kitsune that Scott hadn’t met yet.
Scott hurriedly dropped his boxes on the living room floor and rushed forward, extending his hand to the tall black teenager standing behind the couch Isaac was currently sprawled across while watching the Price Is Right on the huge flatscreen TV mounted on the wall over the fireplace.
“Oh, yeah. Scott,” Scott said, tripping over his own feet in his hurry. “Scott McCall. Nice to meet you.”
The teenager eyed Scott’s outstretched hand for a moment before he finally took it. “Boyd,” he said and his eyes flashed beta gold.
In response, Scott flashed his eyes instinctively. Boyd froze, and Isaac, who peered over the back of the couch, gasped, but not quite quiet enough for Scott to miss the startled sound.
“You’re an alpha,” Isaac whispered. “How did I not know that?”
“Uh, yeah,” Scott said. He rubbed the back of his head when Boyd dropped his hand and stepped back. “Is that… is that gonna be a problem?”
“The skirt is supposed to be this short” + “You got a cute butt” + “Hold my hand so he gets jealous” + Mark
“ I see you’re taking requests :) could I request 1, 99, and 142 with Mark from Got7 from your prompt list? ”
— im sorry this took so long :(( I actually kind of liked how this one turned out! lmao. thanks for requesting and I hope you like it 💗—
“I don’t trust you.” you tell your boyfriend, Mark, as he drags you towards a clothing store. He turns around and faces you, a pout on his lips. “Come on! I’ve seen it on YouTube, it’ll be cute.” Mark says. Today he took you out shopping, and out of nowhere he suggested that he pick out an outfit for you to wear. Knowing him, you were almost certain he’d choose something revealing. Despite his cute pout, you still shook your head. “I said no.”
“Well, too bad because we’re already in the store.” You look around you and indeed, you’re surrounded by mannequins and lots of different types of clothing. Groaning, you decide to give up. “Fine.” Mark grins, squeezing your hand. “I’m going to make you look so good.” You follow as he walks around, picking a variety of things. You were a little worried when he chose a small piece of clothing, a weird look taking on your features. “What size is that?” you ask, thinking he got the wrong size because of how small it looked. “It’s your size. Here, check it.” You grab the skirt and look at the tag. Indeed, it was your size. Your eyes widen and you look at Mark with confusion in your e/c hues. He stops looking through clothes and looks at you, giving you a confused look as well. “What? The skirt is supposed to be this short.” You chew on the dead skin of your lips, scared about what was to come.
After lots of debating, Mark finally put an outfit together. Luckily for you, the small ass skirt didn’t make it into the final outfit. You grabbed the clothes and went into a changing room, Mark waiting for you on a bench in the changing area. Breathing in and out, you strip of the clothes you were currently wearing and slip on the new ones. Once you had it on, you looked at yourself. It wasn’t bad, you just preferred more comfortable clothes. The shorts (which were quite short) bothered you. They weren’t like normal shorts you’d wear, where the material would be soft. No, these shorts made sure to stick onto you tightly. Sighing, you open the door and walk out. Mark tapped away on his phone, so you coughed to get his attention. He looked up and didn’t say a word. “Damn, Y/N you look good.” You smile, raising an eyebrow. “You think so?” He nods, getting up and going over to you. Mark’s arms wrap around your mid section, his chin resting on the top of your head. You felt a pat to your butt, followed by Mark’s voice. “You got a cute butt.” he says. You slap him jokingly and he laughs, the high pitch sound filling the room. You laugh along. You adored his laugh, it was really cute. “But seriously, I’m not letting you wear that out in public. Guys will most likely stare, and I might not be there to tell them to back off. You can wear it around me though.” You smile, nodding against him. “I’m going to change back into my comfortable clothes now.” You go back into the changing room and take off the clothing. Once you wear back in your comfortable shorts and big sweater, you exited the room. Mark sent you a cute smile, different clothing in his arms. “Am I going to have to try that on too?” you ask with a pout. He shakes his head, pecking your lips that looked even more kissable to him when they were jutted out. “These are just clothes that I think you’d look nice in. Don’t worry, I got a size up and they’re not revealing.” You take a hold of his hand, bringing it up and pressing your lips to it. “Thanks. I love you.” He grins wider, “I love you too.”
You set the clothing on the counter, watching as the male scanned everything’s price. He saw you watching him and sent a wink towards you. You just smile, not wanting to be rude, but once he looked back down you gave him a weird look. “Oh, you’re getting these shorts? I know for sure your pretty self will look good in it.” He scanned your body, making you squirm uncomfortably. Mark seemed to notice, so he leaned over and whispered in your ear. “Hold my hand so he gets jealous. I take it since he’s flirting with you in front of me, he thinks I’m either your brother or your friend.” Mark grabs your hand, lifting it up casually so the guy sees. He does indeed, and his eyebrows furrow. “You hold hands with your sibling?” Yeah, this dude must’ve thought Mark was being a good brother and taking you out shopping. You mentally dissed him for being stupid. What brother let’s his sister buy shorts like that? “Actually, I’m her boyfriend. We’ve been dating for almost 2 years so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t flirt with her in front of my face. I know she’s beautiful, but you got to control yourself.” The guy ignored Mark and shoved your clothes into a bag. “Your total’s $51.98,” he says. He looked away from you now, arms crossed. You giggled silently as Mark handed him the money. He snatched it rudely and gave Mark his change. “Your receipt’s in the bag.” Mark grabbed the bag and handed it to you, a cocky smirk on his face. “Thanks. We’ll come here again and we will have a nice day!” You almost burst out laughing. He was basically teasing the worker about not saying the basic things you say as a cashier. The two of you walked out of the store and towards a cafe. “Well he got jealous.” you say. Mark laughs, nodding. “I would too if a cute girl like you was taken.” You smile, leaning onto him. “I’ve said this already, but I love you.” His arm hangs loosely on your shoulder. “I love you too.”
Ok! So my hc is that McKinley took legit dance classes and
is really good. Poptarts never took any classes but his sister would teach him some stuff occasionally and because of that he can keep up
pretty well. Post-play when everyone realizes it’s okay to Turn It On, they
don’t really dance with McKinley anymore, but Poptarts is the only one who
still genuinely enjoys it and from time to time they still choreograph routines
together. Price and Church adore watching their respective boyfriend’s performances.
so when I was in high school vincent price was the background wallpaper on my phone. i like vincent price a bunch, but i’m by no means an expert. (i’ve still only seen around ten of his films) but i had the thought
“what if people began to recognize vincent price as my husband?”
the concept just seemed really funny to me at the time, this long-dead actor supposedly married to a 15-year-old girl, so i decided to try it out just to see what would happen. when friends asked who my wallpaper was, “my husband.” when i watched vincent price movies with my family, “look at my husband.” every time i saw him for the next year, “husband.”
it’s five years later, and i’ve been gifted limited edition vincent price bobbleheads, stuff signed by his daughter, movies, merch, and this baby hanging above my bed every night
and my favorite part of all of this is that people actually recognize him as “vincent price, veronica’s husband” and it’s just as entertaining as i hoped it would be
once in a while people will ask me how he’s doing. i say “still dead” and we all partake in a blissfully awkward ritual
best “trends” i’ve seen on slime instagram/youtube
putting beads with letters of the alphabet on them into slime. it HAS to specifically be alphabet beads. it can’t be any other kind of bead
putting makeup into slime, which 99% of the time does not change the color or anything at all
mixing foil into slime. like aluminum foil.
pressing a tennis racket into slime
subcategory of the last one: arranging slime to look like a character’s face (usually an emoji) before destroying them with the tennis racket
ruining any potential “asmr” appeal of your video by playing nightcore melanie martinez over it
putting shaving cream in a balloon and popping it and making a god damn mess out of your parents’ kitchen
“slime pet peeve” videos where 12 year olds yell at each other for extremely minor things like “only poking the slime with 1 finger 🤢🤢”
holding a small animal in front of the camera before playing with the slime
intentionally fucking your slime up by adding too much of one thing
reviewing slimes that you bought on etsy for exorbitant prices. i’ve watched like 5 compilation videos of these and the lowest score was 8/10 and that was for someone whose slime leaked out of the package in transit
Me as person who FUCKIN HATES CLOWNS with a passion was skeptical to go see it. No BS even Harley Quinn gives me the creeps, I’d still smash but she’s still creepy. But as a Horror fan I really enjoyed it, I’d say its easily better than the 90s Mini series though Tim Curry will always be great. Though I will say after watching Stranger Things it does feel like a movie version of that although you wouldnt have stranger things without books/movies like the original IT. The actor who played Pennywise was great and the CGI effects were awesome.
Also the chemistry between the kids was great to watch and I had fun. Though a few jump scares got me bad. I’d honestly give it a spill/double toasted rating of Full Price. Def worth the watch and the ending gets you hyped up.
Xavier Dolan is my favorite director. He is the Eight Wonder of the World™ and we should protect him at all costs. HOWEVER, probably because I love him so much, I was expecting more from this film. It’s still a really good movie, but if you compare it to Mommy or to Les Amours Imaginaires, it’s a bit flat. I think it could be compared to Tom à la Ferme, because of the simple plot and really intense dysfunctional family scenes. If you’ve ever been away from your family you will like this movie, because it shows how things really are when you get back home. You will probably cry though.
The acting is amazing. ALL of the actors really impressed me, and I don’t feel like writing about them individually because they were all perfect, so I would have to write the names of the entire cast. The characters are very complex and dislikable, but they are real, so you end up feeling like you know them.
I COULD WRITE A NOVEL ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THE DIALOGUES IN XAVIER DOLAN’S MOVIES. If he directed a 3 hour long conversation between two people talking about gasoline prices, I would watch that and probably would still end up crying.
I don’t think I need to mention the cinematography and the soundtrack, right?
This movie may seem boring and pointless and blah blah blah, but it’s not. The beauty of this film is on the subtlety of the details. The gestures and the glances of the characters, the colours of the scenes, the music, EVERYTHING makes this film unique.
Summary: Eddie likes the Reader a lot and Reader thinks he likes someone else and they pay no attention to it. The Reader has a thing for Stan and Eddie finds out that Stan returns the feeling after the Neibolt house incident where he breaks his arm. Welcome to Angst town.
Pairing: Mostly Eddie Kasprak x Oblivious! Reader, though more Stanley Uris x Reader
Warnings!: Violence, swearing, triggering words I guess.
A/N: Eddie gets appreciation a ton, but there’s been a lot of Richie lately.
Eddie kept his eyes on you while you rode your bike, him only a few feet behind you. This was the day that the Losers would go to the general store and get supplies before heading out to the Neibolt house. After the Leper, he stayed far from the train tracks and didn’t go back to hear the gospel music on Saturday. He blocked the Neibolt incident out of his mind but the constant nightmares about the Leper devouring and decomposing you and the Losers made it stick in his head like a bug bite.
“Tuh-turn luh-luh-left, guys,” Bill directed the Losers towards the general store and they followed along while Beverly stood on the wheel-extenders on Ben’s bike. As they turned, Eddie could get a clear view of your face and his heart skipped a beat. You were someone that would never be interested in Eddie, you were someone like Bill. A leader, a dreamer, the lace that kept him tied to the Losers Club forever.
As Bill slowed down into the alleyway, the Losers hopped off their bikes while only Eddie and Stan used their kickstands. Stan sighed and picked the others’ bikes up and used their kickstands while the others walked into the store carelessly. You stayed back and watched Stan with a smile. Stan looked up at you and followed after to your side, both of you walking in and leaving Eddie behind in the alleyway.
Eddie looked down and sighed. You always had a thing for Stanley Uris and his crush was inevitable. Nothing he could do would change your mind about who you liked and didn’t like. Stan was good for you, Eddie was just the supportive best friend who was alone forever. That was his role, and it wouldn’t change anytime soon.
While the two of you walked into the store, Stan looked back and at Eddie who was fiddling with his fanny pack’s zipper. “You coming?” Stan raised his eyebrows and Eddie nodded with a forced smile. You glanced back but paid no mind to Eddie. He was your best friend and he would always tell you how he felt, so if he didn’t say something about it then it wasn’t real to you. But he’d never say anything about the girl he likes other than that she’s beautiful.
Eddie followed along you two with a now cracked smile that was more confused than genuine or forced. He sighed once you turned to Stan and began to subtly drop hints of your crush for him. Stan was oblivious as always while you walked towards where the flashlights would be found. Eddie stayed back and Beverly walked to him.
“You doing good, Eds?” Beverly furrowed her eyebrows at the boy. He was never one to be a dim candle, if anything, he was the brightest out of the group with his adventurous but cautious personality. Eddie nodded and pushed past her to go into an isle and just browse. Beverly was stumped as he walked by and she shrugged, “Okay, then.”
The isle that Eddie stood in was filled with medical supplies and he had a wave of thoughts hit him. What if at the Neibolt house you get hurt? What would happen then? He grabbed a handful of supplies for cuts and ran to the counter.
“Just these?” The medical supplier, who he’d come to know as Mr. Keene since he was young. Keene was Gretta’s father, and a huge influence in his daily supplying ritual when he was in elementary. In elementary school, Eddie had an intense and horribly hurtful crush on Gretta for years but it gradually faded as you came into the picture. “No med refill or anything like that, Mr. Kaspbrak?”
“I already have more than enough,” Eddie replied while Keene nodded along and rang up the supplies. Eddie watched the price rise no higher than a dollar. Before Keene could say the price, Eddie slammed down two bucks and grabbed the stuff while squishing it into his second fanny pack. “Thanks.” Eddie walked back out to the outside where the Losers were waiting with supplies stuffed into their backpacks and pockets.
You smiled as Eddie came forward but it melted into a concerned frown when he glanced at you and quickly looked away to Bill. Bill stood over his bike and looked around at the group before speaking, “Right nuh-now, we’re going to be on ah-our way to confront IT, and wuh-wuh-we’re going to get through this. Together.” Everyone repeated the last word in unison before they tucked away their kickstands and followed Bill as he drove out of the alleyway.
They all followed like ants in a line, riding towards Neibolt street. Once they arrived near the house, they slowed down and stopped directly across from the broken down, burnt house. Eddie took a breath from his inhaler and coughed while speaking, “This is it.”
Everone dropped their bikes and as did Stan, for once. They walked towards the house and stopped in front of the porch steps while Bill continued onto the porch. Everyone showed hesitance to go, including Beverly. Bill turned around and stared at them.
“Kuh-come on, guys,” He looked almost desperate but still determined. The Losers shook their heads and Eddie stayed quiet. “We said we were guh-going to do this together. I will do this alone if I have to, but this is a promise we made. A promise to stick together and defeat the thing terrorizing Derry and it’s kids. We promised and I’m not going back on that promise, for Georgie, for Betty, for everyone.”
The Losers stared back at him in awe, Richie adjusting his glasses on his nose, “He didn’t even stutter once.” The others nodded and cleared their throats. You shifted closer to Stan and reached for his hand, to which he held your hand tightly. Eddie stood behind you and a bigger frown came upon his face.
“Now who’s going with me?”
That’s how you guys were here, leaning against fallen furniture while IT, or Pennywise, stood only feet in front of them. Richie tended to Eddie, who let out a blood-curdling scream after seeing his arm, which was practically snapped in half.
“Okay! Okay, I’m gonna snap your arm back into place,” Richie leaned to touch Eddie’s arm, to which he screeched and moved away sharply. Beverly gripped Richie’s shirt as she backed away from the sinister clown only feet away. You stood with Stanley, scared for both your crush and your best friend.
“Do NOT fucking touch me!” Eddie’s voice cracked while Richie held the small boy’s face in his hands, repeating that it’d hurt but be less painful later on. “Don’t you dare! No! Don’t touch me!” Bill kneeled next to Eddie and held him down while Eddie cried out loudly, his heart racing faster and faster the more Richie held his arm.
You furrowed your eyebrows and flinched when he screamed loudly after Richie popped his bone into place. Stanly winced next to you and held your hand tighter than before. You squeezed your eyes shut and suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline. As you opened your eyes and scanned the room, you noticed a long metal pipe next to you. You let go of Stan’s hand and reached for it quickly, your knuckles turning white at your hard grip.
“(Y/N)!” Stan yelled out while you ran up to Pennywise and slammed the pipe against his head. He hissed and opened his mouth up wide, rows of teeth drooling with blood red saliva. Stan’s eyes widened but he was frozen while Eddie just couldn’t get up to help you.
“Don’t hurt my friends, ass clown!” You slammed it a second time and shoved it down his throat, making it rip out from his under his jaw. You felt blood splatter on you as he screeched loudly and retracted from you. You took two steps backward and watched him back out into a closet, his eyes lingering on you before disappearing into nothingness.
You turned back to your friends and Stan immediately ran over to you, hugging you tightly with his hand in your hair and around your back. You could hear him breathe fairly panickingly and whisper something faintly, something along the lines of “I love you.”
“We have tuh-tuh-to get Eddie ow-owh-out,” Bill stood up while wiping his eyebrow of sweat and wincing after rubbing over a cut. Richie helped up Eddie while Beverly made sure Ben was okay from almost falling down the stairs. The Losers nodded their head and bolted down and out of the house. Stan jumped from the top of the porch stairs, scared of going back into the house. You followed him and held his hand tightly, thinking about how Eddie had been hurt.
You only hurt that clown because Eddie was hurt, he was like your brother, a best friend. You couldn’t lose him, just like you couldn’t lose Stan. You did it for them. As you turned around to find Eddie with tear-stained cheeks and red eyes, you felt the urge to make sure he was okay.
While releasing Stan’s hand and walking toward Eddie and Richie, you excused Richie and began to talk to Eddie. Eddie kept his eyes on his arm and walked silently to his bike.
“Eds, are you okay?” You raised your eyebrows in concern at his weird behavior. He had just gotten his arm broken and snapped back, wouldn’t he want your comfort? Instead, you were met with silence. “Eds?”
Eddie scrunched his eyebrows together and raised his head to look at you, a frown carved sharply into his features. You flinched at his glare. He never looked at you with that expression, never been mad at you, but now you were his cause of anger.
“Why don’t you go ask your boyfriend that?” Eddie held his arm to his chest and stomped off towards his bike. As he grabbed his bike and mumbled to himself, you were left concerned and shocked. You slowly walked back to Stan and kept asking yourself what you had done to make him so mad.
“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Richie sniffled and wiped his nose rid of blood after getting elbowed in the face by Eddie in the house. Bill’s eyes shot over to Richie, a confused look crossing his smile that was towards Bev. “I mean, fuck. Eddie almost died! And- and look at this motherfucker!” Richie gestured to Ben, who was holding a spot over his stomach where Pennywise had reopened his scar. “He’s leaking Hamburger Helper!”
Ben shifted and watched Bill walk towards Richie, “Buh-but we’re getting cluh-closer to buh-buh-beating him.” Richie scoffed and adjusted his glasses while taking a step dangerously close to Bill.
He poked a finger at Bill’s chest with a glare, “Really? Well, how many more times do we have to almost die! This isn’t a video game, Bill! I don’t want any more close calls! This is just total bullshit!” Bill glared back with the same fire and shoved Richie off him.
“Yuh-you made a pruh-prom-promise,” Bill glared and Richie shoved him harder back while flipping him off. Bill’s face contorted into a scowl as he grabbed Richie’s shirt collar and punched him smack in the face. Mike rushed to Richie and held him back while Stan bolted to hold Bill back. Richie wiped his now bleeding nose and Bill practically growled.
“Look at us!” Beverly held her arms open to gesture to what they looked like. They looked like caged, hungry animals battling for the last scrap. Some kind of battle between alpha and follower, a rebellion of a sort. “This is what IT wants! It wants us to break apart!” She was right, and two knew that but still glared angrily. “And that’s NOT what we’re going to do. We’re doing this together,” Beverly spoke confident and like a leader.
As Mike and Stan released the two, Richie scoffed and turned to his bike while Bill stood and just watched. Beverly prepared to continue her speech before a light teal car screeched to a halt at their side.
“Eddie Kaspbrak, why weren’t you home!” Ms. Kaspbrak slammed the door once she’d exited the car. She gasped at the sight of her son’s arm and ushered him to the car’s side. “You! All of you! You are bad influences to him, I forbid all of you to see him again! Especially you!” She pointed at Beverly with a shaking finger, “I’ve heard about you. Don’t come anywhere near my son! I don’t want him tainted by your ” Ms. Kaspbrak yelled in her face before turning to the car and pointing for Eddie to get in the car. She sat in the front seat with the window rolled up.
You watched Eddie stare out at his friends with a look of sorrow but obedience. “Eddie…,” You took a step forward before he rolled up his window and his mother drove off. Stan grabbed your hand in his but you still felt lonely. Your best friend, gone. While you were quietly mourning, Eddie was holding back a train of tears in the backseat while he bit his lip to stop his whimpering and sobbing.
To him, you were probably happy with Stan. Which meant he didn’t need to be there. This was the right thing. His head lowered while he reminded himself of who he was to you.
Your parents had always been the type to spend money. They
would always rather pay someone to do their work instead of get their hands
dirty. Yes, it resulted in beautiful landscaping, beautiful décor, and
cleanliness but it always irked you in a way you couldn’t understand. Until Son