shit is doomed!

you're forgetting one thing about billy loomis. i fucking killed him !

independent multifandom multimuse blog feat. muses from fear street, scream, netflix's lucifer, until dawn & more !

WHAT DOES LOVE FEEL LIKE TO YOU?

fire.

one touch from them sets you on fire. and it burns and burns and takes over everything in its path, including you. you don't care. they are worth it. they are worth every sacrifice and tear, every smile and laugh. as long as they are at your side, you will happily light that match and set everything aflame again. don't slip on the gasoline, my love.

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it goes like this: she comes over, you hang, you kiss, you sometimes do a little more than kiss, you smoke, you dance, you destroy shit at the junkyard, you drink, you lie down together... then she leaves. she always leaves.

there's always someone cooler, more important, more... whatever she can hag with. and you always let her. because she's rachel amber and everyone wants a little bit of her light. you're just lucky she chooses to spend as much time with you as she does.

"no, rachel. fuck that, fuck him!" you grab her arm hard enough you know it's gonna leave a bruise.

you're not sure what makes you snap. maybe it's the fact that she interrupted a make out session to read frank's text and now she's leaving you fir him. maybe it's just one too many beers. you want her to stay. you want her to be all yours. and maybe it's selfish, because you knew who she was before anything ever happened between the two of you. but is it really that bad to not want to share?

she tries to pull away and with the motion brings you back from your outburst.

oh god, are you as bad as every dickhead who thinks she's their property because she bats her eyelashes or flashes a smile? no, that's bullshit. you care about her, you...

"stay. please." you let go of her and lower your voice. you hate how pathetic you sound, you hate even more that you feel pathetic. begging her to stay... more than that, begging her to choose you.

emily has never been your favorite of your brother's girlfriends. no, you'd say his taste has improved big time after whatever the fuck happened on that trip. you know the basics, creepy creatures (been there), trying to keep people alive (done that). he's so different now, like he died on that mountain and someone else came back wearing his skin, trying to pretend to be your brother.

you struggled with the new mike for a while... but you get it now.

he doesn't tell you much anymore, you don't even know the names of most of the people he hangs with... but you've met liv. she's good for him.

anyway, as you were saying, you're not a big emily fan. it's not like you were close when they were dating. it's not like she called you a couple names because you knew about jessica and you did nothing about it. what were you supposed to do? it's not like you can tell mike who to date.

so you were surprised to see her number pop up on your screen, a determined look on her face. you're not sure you've ever seen her look not determined. when she takes the seat across from you, you barely look up at her. truth be told, you still find her intimidating so you don't really try for some good old eye contact.

"uh... 'sup?" brilliant opening line, jacob. while you avoid her eyes, you try to discreetly look her over. she looks alright, physically at least. you remember mike saying something happened to her, but you're not sure about the specifics.

you're half-listening to her rant about mike and the mountain and a gun and wendy...goes? where did wendy go? who's wendy? was she on the mountain too? you have so many questions but you ask none. you just nod like you understand whatever she's saying.

maybe you should've paid a little more attention because now she's looking at you in a strange way you've never seen before. she looks almost optimistic... hopeful?

"wait, what?" you've agreed to something, you think. before you know it, she's pulling you out of your seat and pulling you close. and you are kissing your brother's ex.

great. this is great. this is exactly what you should be doing right now. everything about her is demanding. her lips push yours open, her hands are fists around the collar of your shirt keeping you in place, her body presses hard against you.

you just kind of stand there at first. then there's something, the way she moves, or her smell you're not sure. she bites your lip and you're back at the quarry for a moment. just before everything went to shit and it's emma kissing you.

you pull her close, hungry for one more moment. but it's only a moment.

when you finally push her away it's harder than you intended and she stumbles back.

"what the fuck? what the fuck, emily?"

you're starting to regret including him. well, you kind of had to, didn't you? the two of you have been partners in crime for way too long not to become actual partners in crime. of course, the worst you ever did before was break a window, one time it was someone's nose.

and stu was by your side every time. more often than not willing to do whatever you said. you may be the spark, but he's the burning forest.

but this is bigger than any petty vandalism you two may have engaged in before. this is actually serious, which stu has never been too good at. the idiot almost gave himself away earlier. just like that, just because he doesn't care.

he wants to go out there and just jump to the grand finale, you feel him practically vibrating with excitement. he doesn't get the importance of waiting.

"stop being a fucking idiot, will you?" there's been a long argument, and you're tired of trying to get through to him. can't he just be what he's always been and follow your lead? can't he fucking trust you?

you push him around and he pushes back until the two of you end up on the ground with you on top. you pin him down, holding on to his wrists. he fights you at first, until you lean down, just close enough to where you know he'll shut up whether he wants to or not.

"you do what i tell you to do," your lips almost brush his as you speak, you grind your hips a little just to drive your point home. "got it?"

it's been a while since you've seen someone this young and handsome. ever since doctor joshua left you at the altar your life has been nothing but shame. yeah, he and that fiancee of his tried to change schmigadoon. but the place has been like that for as long as you can remember, and longer. what were they expecting?

a little song and dance, a little true love, a little feminism lite and women are free to do all that a man can?

you tried the danny bailey lifestyle for a while, but you couldn't bear the way your father looked at you. you couldn't stand not being his favorite anymore. he had six more daughters to choose from, after all.

now here you are, in a world where everyone is grey and boring and not a single person will harmonize with you. it's exciting.

he is handsome, even with those tired eyes he's handsomer than all the other guys who come to the diner on the daily. a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. you've seen him covered in grease more often than not, so you took a loosely calculated risk and pulled something from your car's engine. wish you knew what, because now you're genuinely stranded unless you're right and pretty boy truly is a mechanic.

which you're not sure about yet, because so far all the two of you have done is sit inside the car and chat. you don't get most of what he's saying, you're too busy trying to bring his attention down to you very exposed chest (exposed in a modest way, of course), running your fingers along his arm, batting your eyelashes at him.

for someone talking so smart he seems to be very dumb when it comes to your cues. you laugh at something he said, though you're not sure it was funny at all, and you use this opportunity to lean forward.

your lips meet his and it's... well, it's good. but you've noticed everything outside of schmigadoon is duller. you don't feel the fireworks or hear the bells. but it's good.

the kiss doesn't last very long, he puts both his hands on your shoulders and pushes, not hard but firm. you're laughing as he pushes and you go in for a second kiss. he's probably just shy.

"what? it's not like my daddy's gonna chase you with his gun! well... not anymore. think he gave up on me a long time ago."