#it was so weird to recognize it happening too

[augustjustice]

you wanna feel how it feels? (let's exchange the experience) 2/?

Part 1

With this second chapter, the bodyswapping shenanigans have officially arrived!

What a weird fucking dream that had been. 

Not quite as bad as some of the nightmares he’d had before, not by a long shot–and Eddie would take his breaks where he could get them, even the small ones, given how few and far between they”were–but, still. Pretty damn bizarre. 

As he came more and more into consciousness, the unpleasant sensation of pressure building at his temples increased. Eddie dug the heel of his hand into the side of his head, searching for a little relief. It didn’t feel quite like a headache coming on, not exactly, but instead just something slightly–off.

Blinking his eyes open blearily, Eddie found himself squinting against the edges of sunlight streaming in between blinds that were framed by–checkered curtains?

He sat up abruptly, neck swiveling around to take in his surroundings. The combination of the motion and the identical pattern of cream and brown and blue on both the curtains and the walls was enough to make his head spin a little. He recognized it immediately, though, even as he realized that he definitely wasn’t in his own bedroom. 

Because he was…in Steve’s?

What the fuck, had he fallen asleep here? That would explain the dull throb in his head–if he’d come over to Stevie’s place, hung out, broken into his father’s expensive booze and maybe shared a joint, it’d make sense he was feeling it the morning after. 

Except that…Eddie had absolutely no memory of any of that. Not even like…lapses from getting too drunk lack of memory, but nada, a total void, not even a glimmer of recollection. 

Shit. He really hoped he wasn’t going to have to add memory loss to the growing list of his post-Upside Down medical complications. 

Eddie turned to the other side of the bed, hoping that maybe Steve could fill in some of the gaps for him–and found it empty, not so much as a tuft of voluminous brown hair sticking out from the comforter in sight.

Which wasn’t all that unusual, really. Steve pretty much always let Eddie crash in his room when he stayed over, and he was more of an early riser than Eddie had ever been–Eddie considered himself much more of the late night owl type, teasing Steve that all the fun stuff didn’t really get started until after dark. So it wasn’t that waking up alone in Steve’s room was a first, or anything like that, but he still felt totally thrown off kilter by his complete and utter lack of clarity on how he’d ended up there in the first place.

“Steve?” Eddie called out, hoping maybe he hadn’t gone too far. 

…Shit, what the fuck? That was weird as hell, too.

Eddie’s hand went straight to his throat, fingers massaging at it absently. Because his voice had come out sounding all wrong, he knew that much. But Eddie couldn’t quite put his finger on what the problem was. It wasn’t like it was jarring in a way he could easily wave away, like the days when he woke up with a hangover, voice gravelly after having slept too long and with the stench of beer breath clinging to his mouth. 

No, this morning his voice sounded softer, and maybe…an octave or two higher, than usual? Which…wasn’t really a thing Eddie was aware could happen. Well, not post the embarrassing phase of voice cracking puberty he had already had to suffer through, at least. 

And besides all that there was something…comfortingly familiar about the way it had sounded, at the same time that it was clearly completely off.  

Shaking his head, Eddie climbed out of bed, now bound and determined to find Steve. eager for the reassurance of his presence while more weird shit just kept piling up. Steve was great in a crisis, Eddie had seen that first hand, and he had no doubt he’d be just as ready to handle brain fog and cracking voices as he was surreal Upside Down weirdness. 

There was a full-sized ensuite bathroom just off of Steve’s bedroom that he had all to himself–a fact Eddie hadn’t been able to resist teasing him about the first time he had come over, Hawkins High’s golden boy with his own private baths–so that’s where he headed, giving the cream colored door a sharp knock and hoping against hope Steve might just be up taking a shower. 

“Stevie boy? Where’d you get off too, man?”

No answer, and when Eddie pressed his ear up against the thin wood, it was quiet, no sound of faucets running or water hitting shower tiles either one. 

Disappointed his first venture had been a bust, Eddie shouldered his way inside anyway. Steve was probably just downstairs making breakfast, or something. In the meantime, it might do Eddie some good to splash cold water on his face, try to see if he could clear his head a little. 

Bracing one hand against the sink’s edge, Eddie reached out to flick on the tap and lifted his gaze up to his reflection to assess the damages–expecting his own frizzy, wild curls and perhaps a telltale pair of red-rimmed eyes, concrete evidence of just what he’d gotten up to last night, to meet him.

Instead…Steve Harrington–in all his freckled, messy-haired, shirtless glory–stared back at him. 

And Eddie…well. Eddie was man enough to admit it.

He screamed.

The last thing he saw was a brief glimpse of Steve's wide, panicked hazel eyes looking straight at him from the mirror before, in his haste to back the fuck away, his leg hit the side of the Harrington's bathtub, and he toppled into it, landing straight on his ass.

…You'd really think, after everything that had happened, Eddie would have gotten better at handling these kind of mind-bending situations with a little bit more grace, but–nope. Apparently not.

"Fuck! That hurt," he complained from his position sprawled out in the white porcelain, rubbing a hand over his sore calf–and, yeah, okay, the muscle there was definitely more defined than usual, what the hell???

Eddie held out his hands in front of him, turned them over and wiggled his fingers. They were longer than they should have been, palms broader, skin several shades tanner than his own semi-ghostly paleness. The calluses that had worn into the grooves from long hours spent playing his sweetheart, as familiar to him as the lines on his palms, were gone.

"Jesus H. Christ," he muttered, and Steve's voice, inflection all wrong, echoed back to him from the pristine bathroom tiles. 

Strike what he’d said earlier. Apparently this was weirdness surreal enough to rival whatever shit the Upside Down had going on. 

Taking a moment to just…breathe, Eddie slumped against the shower wall, scruffing a hand over the top of his head in his frustration. But even that didn’t offer so much as a seconds reprieve from the situation, as Steve's shorter, silky locks made for an alien but not unpleasant texture against his palms.

"I'll give you one thing, Harrington," Eddie said as he ran his fingers through that hair again, at least taking the opportunity to enjoy the feel of it this time, "they don't call you 'The Hair' for nothing."

Once he had finally managed to awkwardly climb his way out of the bathtub–and he’d have some bruises to apologize to Steve for later, he guessed, as he’d flailed on a couple of those tries–Eddie slowly approached the mirror, with all the caution Wayne had taught him to have when confronting an animal poised to strike.

The image inside hadn’t changed, however. There was Steve, comically wide eyes still blinking back at him, shoulders hunched inward in a defensive stance that was a far cry from the confidence Steve usually exuded when striding into battle. Like he was trying to make himself smaller instead of acting as a shield, which–Eddie was trying to shrink into himself, like if he could just shy away from the reality confronting him this would all fade away like yet another bad dream.

Wrapping his knuckles lightly against the smooth surface, Eddie gave it one last shot, calling out, “Harrington? …Steve? No chance you’re just, I don’t know–trapped inside the looking glass like Alice, is there?”

But Eddie knew he wasn’t. For one thing, he’d already heard Steve’s voice, reverberating inside the bathroom, the sound the same no matter how much he tried to clear his throat. And the Steve inside the mirror had tapped his knuckles gently against Eddie’s own, matching him move for move. 

There was no hiding from reality as it stared him right in the face. Especially not when all the evidence was irrefutable. 

…He was inside Steve Harrington’s body.

Fascination briefly overtaking fear, Eddie poked his cheek curiously. Then, he ran a thumb over that plush bottom lip before flashing a wide, semi-maniacal grin–the kind he’d been using for years to spook the schoolyard bullies who made tormenting him their favorite pastime. He watched the Steve in the mirror do the same, the world’s strangest game of monkey-see, monkey-do. 

Struck by inspiration, Eddie pressed two fingers against the side of his head in his makeshift devil’s horns and stuck out his tongue. He couldn’t suppress the cackle of laughter that burst out of him at the sight.

Even if it wasn’t real, having Steve’s wide grin shining in his direction, expression so carefree and delighted, was enough to make Eddie’s heart flutter in his chest. He’d pull pretty much any level of clownish buffoonery to get Steve to look like that when he was–well, actually here, in his own body. 

Holy shit, he really was turning into such a sap.

“Get a hold of yourself, man,” Eddie muttered to himself.

Advice he ought to heed, in more ways than one. Because the thought of Steve–actual Steve, that is–and his smile brought on a whole new question, one that hit Eddie with a fresh wave of dread. 

If he was here…then where the hell was Steve? 

–

“Think. Think, think, think, Munson,” Eddie muttered to himself, hands raking over his head as he paced a tight circle around Steve’s distressingly barren bedroom, trying his damnedest to ignore the sound of Steve’s voice coming out of his mouth. 

Squatting down into a crouch against the side of Steve’s bed, he ran a hand over his neck and along his jaw, Steve’s morning stubble rasping against his palm. 

“Okay, so, for some fucking reason–I’m in Steve’s body. Which means he’s gotta be somewhere, and the rules of storytelling and movie magic and just, like…general logic dictate that if I’m in here, he must be in mine.”

That at least set forth a clear enough course of action. Go to the last place his body was–that is, sleeping at the trailer–and hopefully find Steve. 

In the interest of getting dressed as quickly as possible, Eddie grabbed the first pair of pants he found hanging over the back of Steve’s desk chair, one of very few things in the room even remotely out of place. Eddie could practically hear Steve’s bitchy tone, commenting on the fashion faux pas of wearing the same outfit twice–but Eddie was ready and willing to deal with a dozen catty complaints once he found him. 

"When I said I wanted to get in Steve's pants, this is not exactly what I had in mind," Eddie muttered to the universe at large as he tugged on the light denim jeans. Then, as he found himself forced to hop to pull them into place, he couldn’t help but add, “Christ, big boy, jeans tight enough for you?”

Then again, he couldn’t really argue with the results. As was obvious from the survey he did of himself in the full-length mirror hanging on Steve’s closet door, spinning around to get a better look, it wasn’t like Steve didn’t have the assets to fill them out nicely.

Which–Eddie knew that, of course he did. Steve had an ass like a ripe peach, it was kinda hard not to notice. But it was one thing to take surreptitious glances, subtly checking his friend out only when he was sure Steve wasn’t paying any attention, and another altogether to have the opportunity to just…stare as much as he wanted to. 

“Jesus Christ, man, pull it together,” he scolded himself, screwing his eyes shut for a moment and shaking his head to try and clear it. 

It was bad enough to think that kind of thing about your probably straight buddy on a regular basis without them being any the wiser–now that he was actually in Steve’s body, Eddie was pretty sure wasting time just unabashedly ogling him was the last thing he needed to be doing. Especially when he should be figuring out what the hell was going on instead. 

(Sure as hell didn’t make it any less tempting, though.)

To finish out the look, he tossed on his favorite of Steve’s rotating sweater collection–the yellow one, recovered from the boat they had abandoned during Spring Break by some passing fishermen and so miraculously saved from the fate of sinking to the bottom of Lovers Lake, that Steve occasionally let him borrow when he was staying over and got cold. 

Bouncing on the balls of his feet with nervous energy and desperately wishing he had his rings to fiddle with, Eddie gave himself one last once over.

“Shit, okay. It’ll do.” With a sharp dip of his chin, he nodded jerkily, and then sucked in a breath to steady himself. “Let’s, uh…go and find you, pretty boy.”

–

Eddie crept down the stairs, careful to keep quiet. Since the commotion he had made earlier in the bathroom hadn’t summoned the Harrington parents, it seemed a pretty safe bet that they weren’t around. As was typical, at least from Eddie’s experience so far. Still, he was ninety-nine percent positive he wasn’t going to be able to bluff his way through an interaction like that–he’d been in drama, sure, but that would take an Award-winning performance, and like Robin said, he had dropped out–so better safe than sorry. 

Once he’d made it to the front door and pulled on Steve’s Nikes without incident, Eddie snatched the Beemer’s keys off a hook on the hat rack and all but dashed outside into the identikit, manicured lawns of Loch Nora. 

–

Settling into the driver’s seat of Steve’s baby was definitely not a position Eddie ever thought he’d find himself in. But, then again, he had ended up in a lot of those this morning. 

Steve was a car guy, through and through–it was one of few overlapping interests he and Eddie shared–and he treated that BMW with the same sort of care people usually reserved for their own children. Not that Eddie could fault him for it, since he felt the same damn way about the Warlock, his sweetheart. 

Because of that, though, Steve basically didn’t let other people so much as think about driving his car. Robin would have probably been his single exception, if she actually had a license.

In this case, though, extenuating circumstances being what they were, Eddie was just going to have to ask Steve’s forgiveness rather than his permission.

Wracked with nerves, he yanked open the Beemer’s glove box, sending out futile hope into the universe that maybe, just maybe–

"Jackpot! Oh, thank fuck," he swore in relief when his hand closed around the pack of Marlboro Reds shoved towards the back. 

He peered inside. The two cigarettes sitting there might as well have been bathed in a heavenly glow. 

Eddie rolled down the window, stuck one of those little babies between his lips, and flicked open the lighter he’d found tossed in the cupholder. 

"Sorry, Stevie," he apologized to the other boy's reflection in the rearview mirror before taking a long drag. 

As he’d said just the night before, thanks to Robin's persistent complaints, he knew with a few small exceptions that Steve had pretty much quit cold turkey. 

And even though he made a show otherwise, Eddie was actually trying to cut back himself. What could he say? One too many of Robin's disbelieving 'After everything we've been through, you really want to die from one of those little cancer sticks?!' had gotten to him, too. Dangerously persuasive, that Buckley. 

But there weren't any joints in the car, and he hadn’t been kidding when he said that nicotine was a balm in times of high stress. Which, Eddie was pretty sure whatever the fuck was happening to him right now fell justifiably into that category. 

Eddie's–Steve's–whoever's knee was bouncing erratically as he started the car, and Eddie honestly felt like he might jump out of his skin at any second. 

Better not, he thought wryly, who knows whose skin you'll jump into next. 

He peeled out of the Harrington’s driveway with a squeal of tires, a move that earned him a ferocious glare from the old lady pruning flowers across the street. 

The agonizing predictability of rich suburbanites never failed to impress Eddie.

Sending her a sarcastic wave and what he hoped was a patent charming Harrington smile, it was only once he had fully turned the corner that he let his fingers all drop, only the middle left standing.

–

When he pulled up in front of the trailer, Uncle Wayne’s truck was already out front, striking out the possibility of Eddie just strolling up and knocking on the front door. For starters, he didn’t want to wake his uncle up on a good day. But, aside from that, there was the whole fact that if his Uncle Wayne was the one who came to answer, Eddie had no idea how he was supposed to even act–not when he looked like this. 

That was how he found himself climbing the stairs of the front porch on tip-toe so he could sneak into his own bedroom window. 

Steve had done this a couple of times himself–mostly for the novelty of it, Eddie could only assume, since Wayne or him either one were always happy to let Steve inside. There was also the surprise factor to it, when he dropped in on late nights Eddie hadn’t been expecting him, always quick with a reminder that the stealth was a product of his ninja-like reflexes, Munson. 

As he shimmied through the window and practically flopped face first onto the floor, Eddie had to admit, even though he was no stranger to climbing into places he wasn’t supposed to, that it looked a hell of a lot smoother when Steve did it. Even when he usually finished it all off with that broad, goofy smile of his. 

Standing, he hissed in a sharp breath, hand going immediately to the sudden sting in his side. The feeling wasn’t quite as intense as the pain he’d been feeling since Spring Break every time he so much as twisted slightly out of place, but still, it hurt like a bitch. A reminder that the bats had done a number on Steve, too, as much as he put on a brave face that seemed to say otherwise. 

At the thought of Steve, Eddie’s eyes darted anxiously to the bed, well aware that he hadn’t exactly made a quiet entry. If he was, as he hoped, about to come face-to-face with Steve in his body, Eddie didn’t want to startle him even more than their bizarre situation already called for. Especially not before they at least had a chance to talk, sort things through. Steve might not have had his nail bat on hand, but Eddie had no doubt he would come up swinging if he thought he was dealing with a home invader or some sudden new nastiness from the Upside Down. 

Making his way further into the room with slow, cautious steps, Eddie peered down at the mattress.

Beneath a cloud of unruly dark hair and twisted up in the sheets, that was unmistakably his body sprawled out fast asleep, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm with each and every soft snore. 

Eddie felt his own–Steve’s–heart rate speed up, that same sense of out-of-body dizziness hitting him like a Mack truck. 

Christ, this was fucking trippy.  

Hesitantly, Eddie reached out and poked the sleeping body in the side. 

“Steve? Hey, Stevie?” Eddie whispered, voice sliding into a bit of a sing-song as he gave his–Steve’s?–shoulder a more insistent shake. “Time to wake up, man. Come on, please tell me that’s you.”

At first, the only response he received was a few disgruntled noises–even words, maybe, though they were too sleep-addled to make any sense. Then, brown eyes Eddie had only ever seen reflected back at him from the mirror blinked sluggishly up at him. 

He could see the exact moment the penny dropped, his own face struck suddenly with a bewildered sort of horror.

“Oh my God,” his double started, the words slow and drowsy at first. They became increasingly alert with repetition, however, as he jerked away from Eddie and scrambled backwards, hitting the wall hard. “Oh my God, oh my God?!”

Eddie slapped a hand quickly over his mouth, before he could work himself up into what was clearly going to be a full-bore shout that would wake the entire house. 

“Whoa, whoa, hey! Look, man, don’t scream, okay? It’s–it’s me. It’s Eddie.”

Tilting his head forward, Eddie tried to hit what-he-hoped-was-Steve with his most soothing but imploring look, willing him to trust what he was saying enough to calm down. 

Knocking away the hand clamped down on his mouth–he really could be strong when he wanted to be–his doppelganger spluttered, “That’s–what the hell is–you're not Eddie! You're…me?!" 

Well, that answered that question, at least. 

"Steve?" Eddie breathed out a sigh of relief, bracing an arm over his face as his head slumped back for a second, not sure what he would have done otherwise. "Thank fuck, dude, I was worried–I mean, I don't know what I thought, but–" 

His rambling was cut off when Steve hooked a leg around his side, flipping Eddie onto his back until he was trapped underneath him. And, oh, right, this was a good time to remember his initial fear–that Steve was dangerous, of the monster hunting variety at least, and the flash in Eddie's borrowed eyes was saying as much. 

Of all the ways Eddie had envisioned Steve finally pinning him to the mattress, this was definitely not one of them. 

The sudden onslaught of sensations bombarded him. Because it was Eddie's own body pushing him down into the sheets, but now with the confirmation he felt like he could see a trace of Steve peeking out beneath his features. There was a hard steeliness to his expression and the way he clenched his jaw, that was all serious business Steve, exactly the way he’d been every time they’d had to march off into the Upside Down for battle. And besides, it was still his and Steve's bodies pressed together, and Eddie was hardwired in such a way that his heart couldn't help but race a little, even involuntarily, at the prospect. 

"Okay, seriously, what kind of weird Vecna shit is this?" Steve demanded. 

The glint in his eyes, panicked and wild, was familiar too, and not just because he was currently staring out of Eddie’s own face. It brought Eddie back to that first night, after–after Chrissy, when Steve and the others had all come searching for him, and Eddie, in his frazzled state, had repaid that kindness with a sharp bottle’s edge to the throat. That caged in look Steve had shot him when his back was slammed into the wall���that was the same look he was giving him now. 

“G-Getting me back for pulling that broken bottle on you after all,” Eddie managed to stammer out, still winded from where the tackle had knocked the breath out of him, “aren’t ya, big boy?”

The strangeness of the words was enough to send a jolt through Steve, who froze on top of him. His eyebrows drew together, face screwing up in a familiar–and, usually adorable–look of confusion. 

“Eds?” Steve asked, voice pitching higher in his agitation. 

“Yeah, man,” Eddie nodded frantically, meeting Steve’s eyes dead on, hoping to find some spark of recognition, “I so solemnly vow it and everything. It’s really me.” 

Steve visibly softened, the corners of his mouth pinching with concern even as he seemed no less alarmed than before.

“God, Eddie. Sorry,” he gasped, his vice grip on his own yellow sweater loosening as he finally rolled off of Eddie, “sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Eddie reassured him automatically, pushing himself into a sitting position.

And then they just…stared at each other for a long, tense moment. Steve appeared every bit as dumbfounded as Eddie felt, and his mind went careening again as he realized that the glassy, wide-eyed expression peering back at him was probably exactly what he did look like, any and every time he’d been stunned into silence. 

“This is crazy, this is fucking crazy,” Steve murmured, one hand flying up to rake through his hair, a dead-giveaway nervous tic. “I mean, like–how the hell do you look like me?”

The words had barely left Steve’s mouth before his lips dropped open in surprise, face stricken as he attempted to run his hand through those infamous locks and his fingers just…kept on going, tangling in the wild mane that was Eddie’s hair. Steve tugged the dark strands out where he could see them, blinking like he had suddenly grown an extra appendage–which, all things considered, Eddie guessed wasn’t too far off the mark. 

“Yeah, so, uh,” Eddie rubbed a hand over his neck, ducking his head before shooting Steve a wide, sheepish smile, “…about that…”

After grabbing onto fistfuls of Eddie’s hair with both hands, Steve had jerked his arms out in front of him, the glint of Eddie’s rings dancing even in the lowlight as Steve waved his fingers. 

“Eddie…is this–seriously, am I–?”

“In my body? Ding ding ding,” Eddie flicked his finger, quick like he was ringing an imaginary bell, “Got it in one, Harrington.” 

Steve blinked at him, for all the world seeming like he was hanging onto his last thread of hope that this was really all just some elaborate prank, that Dustin and the kids were going to jump out any second and exclaim, Gotcha, Harrington! You should have seen the look on your face, totally priceless.

“Don’t believe me?” Eddie jerked a thumb towards the mirror. “See for yourself, man.” 

All but catapulting himself off the bed, Steve went rigid the second he caught sight of his reflection, shocked into a frozen sort of stillness. 

Eddie, by contrast, ambled along after him at a much more leisurely pace. He’d already seen it, after all, though it stayed totally mind-boggling when he settled with his shoulder brushing up against Steve’s and the image reflected back at them appeared completely reversed.

Turning his head from side-to-side, Steve gently traced a finger over the scar now marring Eddie's cheek. Self-consciousness rippled through Eddie like waves.

“You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered, sounding vaguely faint. 

Eddie gave their reflections the Vulcan salute. In the mirror, Steve’s fingers parted accordingly, yet another bonus confirmation that this was, in fact, actually happening. 

“Pretty fucking freaky, right?”

Steve’s eyes were still wide, owlish, as he tracked the motion, transparently shaken up. He didn’t even offer Eddie some bitchy quip about doing his “nerd shit” in Steve’s body. 

(Then again, maybe Steve had the self-awareness to know how rich that would be, coming from him. After all, Eddie had seen his and Dustin’s secret handshake first hand.) 

“That might be the understatement of the year, Munson.” Steve settled one hand on his hip, a stance Eddie automatically thought of as signalling him going into babysitter, let’s-think-this-through mode, and, okay, that really was weird as fuck to see. “I mean, how does something like this even happen?”

“Search me,” Eddie shrugged, falling backwards until he was sitting on the end of his bed again, “I just–fucking woke up like this. I’ll admit, I didn’t think through all that much before I was hauling ass over here to make sure you were, you know…actually you. Plus, I figured…you’re one of the resident Upside Down experts, right? You’ve got a way better shot at knowing what’s going on than I do. Has anything like this ever, I don’t know…happened before?”

“What, you mean like…switching bodies? Uh, yeah, no, I don’t think so, dude.” Steve’s voice wavered into it’s usual no duh tone, except…except it was Eddie’s voice he was using, and, Jesus Christ, this was turning into such a head trip. 

Eddie’s knee was jiggling again, up and down, a fresh surge of agitation making his movements jerky. Some part of him, deep down, had been holding on tight to the reassurance that Steve would somehow know what to do. It was becoming clear, however, that Steve was every bit as clueless about what was going on as he was. 

Standing, he paced over and threw open the window he’d just come in through even wider. Then, Eddie took out that final cigarette he had shoved into Steve’s pocket for safekeeping, leaned towards the fresh air, and lit up.

“I quit,” Steve grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest defensively.

Eddie barked out a strained laugh.

“Congratulations, you started again!” he threw his hands into the air–big, loud, bombastic, the way he always got when he felt cornered. 

At Steve’s withering glare, though, he dropped them, shrinking in on himself as he yanked the cigarette apologetically from his mouth. 

“Fuck, sorry, dude, that was–shitty of me. I’m just…freaking the fuck out, you know?” 

Steve sighed, rubbing a hand over his chin. “Believe me, I know.” 

Approaching in several quick steps, he plucked the cigarette from Eddie’s fingers and leaned up against the wall to face him, taking a long drag. 

“If I’m back to smoking, I might as well actually get to enjoy it, yeah?” 

“I really am sorry, Steve,” Eddie repeated, this time less frazzled and more sheepish, sincere. “If you want, I’ll stop, just say the word. Promise.” 

Steve shrugged. “It’s okay. I mean, I get it. This definitely counts as, uh…a high stress situation.” 

“You’re goddamn right it does.” Eddie’s lips quirked into a teasing smile, hoping to alleviate a little of the tension in the room. “But, uh…at least no one’s gonna accuse me of being a cult leader this time around, right? Not when I’m wearing your pretty face.” 

Steve laughed, shaking his head, which Eddie counted as a victory. 

“Sure, yeah. There’s that at least, I guess. Not like we haven’t been through way worse. Whatever this is, I’m pretty sure it’s not some kind of life-or-death, world-ending threat. Although, now that I say that–” his nose crinkled, “I’m not sure if that’s better, or worse.” 

“What, that that’s what it takes to register on the Steve Harrington Richter scale of actual problems? That definitely sounds worse to me, man, knowing that’s where we’re at with this kind of shit.” 

Though he hummed his agreement, Steve also said, “It’s gotten me this far.”

“Yeah, you got me there.”

Still, Eddie couldn’t help but gnaw at his bottom lip, screwing his eyes shut for a moment, like he could will the situation away if he just couldn’t see it. 

“Hey,” Steve reached out, clamping a hand down onto his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. And even though when Eddie glanced up it was his own face staring back at him, Steve’s kindness, caring and comforting, shined out, unmistakable in the warmth of his eyes and the softness of his voice. “We’re okay. We’re gonna be okay, Eddie.”

Eddie sucked in a sharp breath and nodded, sending Steve a tentative, crooked smile in return.

After that, they lapsed into silence, several long moments ticking by as they passed the cigarette back and forth between them. But it was a comfortable one, now, the tense atmosphere in the room having popped. 

Steve was right. They had each other, and that’s all they had needed before to get them through problems far more hellish than this. 

“Ah, shit,” Steve groaned suddenly, rubbing his fingers over his brow and shooting Eddie an apologetic look, “it’s Sunday.”

“Yeah…” Eddie trailed off slowly, waiting for the revelation to kick in. “Care to share with the class here, Harrington?”

“And I promised the squirts I’d give them a ride to the arcade today.”

“Oh, shit. You could, uh…tell them you're sick?” Eddie offered. 

At the moment, he wasn’t entirely sure he was ready to rule out using that excuse to write the entire thing off anyway. Maybe this was all just some kind of fever-induced hallucination from a 24 hour head cold he was currently sleeping off, and he’d wake up tomorrow and get to laugh about how ridiculous it was with Steve when he told him.

“You wanna be the one to break that to Henderson? Cuz, right now, you’re the one who has to do it, what with the whole…voice thing we’ve got going on,” Steve tapped his throat in reminder. “And you know what a pain in the ass that kid can be when he wants to be. Besides, I mean…it’s not like I can’t take them. Technically, there’s not actually anything physically wrong. At least, not in that way.”

Eddie couldn’t exactly argue with that. 

“Do you…fuck, man, do you think we should tell them?”

“No. No,” Steve said before the words had even barely left Eddie’s mouth, the corners of his lips turning down into a contemplative frown. 

He’d been herding the little hellions around so long, Eddie was pretty sure “no” was his automatic first response to any question posed. So he waited Steve out, to see what he actually had to say. 

“I mean, I don’t think so. Not yet, at least. Like we said, it’s not like whatever’s going on seems that serious. Weird, sure, but…not freaky enough to call for backup, or anything. Plus, you know what those kids get like when there’s a problem to solve, and we wouldn’t want to freak them out over nothing. Right?”

Eddie tilted his head back and forth, mulling the question over. “Right, yeah. Makes sense, I think, to keep it under our hats for now.” 

Reaching over, he gave Steve’s knee a quick pat. 

“Well, come on then, big boy. Looks like we’re both back on babysitting duty.” 

Eyes squinting, Steve studied him for a moment, expression calculated. “You know, technically, my face is the only one they’re expecting to see today…”

“Yeah, but it’s your day. Don’t flake out on me now, Harrington. Do I look responsible enough to be a single dad?”

Steve gave Eddie a quick once over, no doubt about to make some wry comment on his newly acquired boy-next-door persona. Evidently, whatever he saw stopped him short instead.

“Come on, dude, seriously? The same jeans I had on yesterday? And did you even try to do my hair?” Steve complained, tugging on a strand of it, lip curling in a look that was only a shade or two away from disgust. 

Eddie couldn’t fight back the laugh that burst out of him at the display, feeling a surge of triumph at just how well he knew Steve.

“Now, tell me, Stevie, how did I fucking know that’s what you were gonna say?”

“And yet, you did it anyway.” Steve raised his eyebrows at Eddie, lips pursed in accusation. 

“You’ve gotta be joking, no way in hell this is your top priority right now.”

One hand still perched on his hip, Steve made an expansive gesture to encompass the both of them. “Not like there’s much else we can exactly do at the moment, yeah? So, might as well be this as anything.” 

Eddie snickered again, shaking his head as he climbed over his bed to get to the dresser. “You’re unbelievable, man.”

Much like his own process getting dressed that morning, Eddie yanked out basically the first t-shirt he came across and handed it over to Steve. 

“So, what, you get to dress me, but I didn’t get to dress you?” Steve let out a noise that sounded suspiciously like a raspberry, still disgruntled and letting it be known. “How is that fair?”

“Blame your body’s internal clock. It woke me up first, for once.”

Steve glanced at the shirt he was currently wearing–from a Dio concert, black and worn soft, which Eddie had shrugged on right before bed–to the dark Metallica tee currently clutched in his hand and back again, looking like whatever he desperately wanted to say was right on the tip of his tongue. 

“Not a word out of you, Harrington,” Eddie warned, tossing a pair of black, ripped jeans directly at his chest. Steve caught them one handed, because, of course he did. “So, yeah, maybe I’ve got a personal style. So what? You’re one to talk.”

Steve held up his hands in surrender. “Hey, I didn’t say anything.” 

“Oh, but you were thinking it. I’d recognize the trademark judgmental Harrington stare anywhere, even when it is on my own face.”

Steve huffed, rolling his eyes. “There is no stare.” 

“Just keep telling yourself that, Stevie boy.”

When Steve reached up to begin tugging at the collar of Eddie’s shirt, Eddie couldn’t help but ask, “You, uh…need some privacy, man?”

Sure, they were friends, good friends these days, and Eddie could guess based on everything he’d heard about the boys’ locker that, during the years Steve spent as Hawkins High’s number one athlete, he’d been no stranger to stripping down in front of a bunch of other jocks. Still, Eddie was always a little…cautious about changing around other guys. Careful not to let his eyes linger too long, avoiding doing anything that might make a potentially straight dude uncomfortable and get Eddie himself socked for his trouble. Not that he actually thought Steve would react even remotely like that, but…he still didn’t want to run even the smallest risk of souring things between them, not if he could help it. 

“I mean,” Steve swept a hand downwards, gesturing to himself–to Eddie, technically, “it’s your body, right? Not like there’s anything you haven’t seen before.”

He had a point there, and Eddie had to admit it had been a bit dipshitted of him to forget. But while Eddie obviously knew what he actually looked like hidden away beneath his clothes, he was smacked with the realization that…Steve didn’t.

Sure, there had been that period after the Spring Break from hell, when Steve had taken to playing nursemaid. He’d gotten more than his fair share of eyefuls then. But Eddie had been mostly bandages and still raw wounds, too recent to tell how they would shape up over the course of the recovery process. 

Eddie could answer that question with ease now–not great. Once Steve pulled off his shirt, he would see the scars Eddie had tried so painstakingly to keep covered up since those first few weeks of recovery. See just how much of him hadn't healed, the patches of ugly, gnarled skin that stretched across his stomach and up to his chest.

It made Eddie's stomach flip to imagine. In all likelihood he didn’t have a shot in hell with Steve anyway, but still he really didn't need him to see just how fucked up he still was.

Something about the way he stilled must have given him away, because suddenly Steve’s expression twisted in sympathy, hand dropping away from his collar.

"Hey, don't do that," he chided.

"Do what?" Eddie asked, dodging that knowing gaze as he feigned ignorance.

Before he even fully registered what was happening, Steve had tugged up the hem of the sweater Eddie was currently wearing.

"So, do you think less of me now because of those?" he asked, brown eyes wide and so serious they bordered on stern as he pointed to the faint scars spidering up his sides.

"What?" Eddie spluttered, shaking his head. "Fuck no. Of course not, what kind of dick would I be if I–"

Crossing his arms over his chest, Steve cocked an eyebrow at him, totally unimpressed. 

“What, so you think I'm the kind of asshole who would care? That I would look at this–” Jerking up the black fabric of the Dio t-shirt, he gestured down to Eddie’s stomach, "and think about anything except how brave–and stupid, by the way, like…Henderson levels of mind-blowingly stupid–you were?"

"I–" 

Any argument Eddie might have had died in his throat. He ducked his head for a moment, feeling somewhat ashamed. 

"No, man. No, of course I don't.” 

“Good,” Steve said with a nod, his tone brooking no arguments. “Because I’d like to think you know me better than that by now, Munson. Well enough to know that I don’t. I wouldn’t.” 

“Yeah. Yeah, I do,” Eddie gnawed at his bottom lip. “I know. I know that. It wasn’t about you, dude, I just–"

"Felt weird about it. Believe me, I get it," Steve placed a hand on Eddie's shoulder, forcing him to look at him. "But you don't–I don't know. Have to worry that I'm over here, like…looking at your body and judging you, or something. Sure, you've got scars, I've got them too, but…honestly, you look good, man. You look…really good.” 

Steve trailed off, eyes still trained on the patch of Eddie’s exposed stomach, then he cleared his throat abruptly. “From, like, you know–the healing! You get what I mean, yeah? Yeah.”

Eddie’s brow furrowed, feeling mildly confused by his friend’s sudden harried manner. Still, Steve’s words had been enough to buoy him with a renewed sense of assurance, so he agreed easily. “Sure, Steve, I think so.”

Steve clapped him on the shoulder again, seeming relieved. “Great. That’s…great.” 

He made quick work of shucking off Eddie’s top, then. When Steve’s eyes dropped down to his chest, he paused for a moment, long enough for a trickle of dread to drip down Eddie’s spine. Sure, he might have said it was fine, but seeing it was a whole other–

“...You’ve got a nipple piercing?”

“Oh,” Eddie let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding, “yeah. Well, I started out with two originally, but obviously not much use for número dos without a second nipple, so.”

Hand trailing down in a way that seemed almost reflexive, Steve brushed curiously against one end of the silver bar, lips parting when he inhaled softly.

Eddie’s grin turned wicked. “I could get your nipples pierced while I’m in here, if you wanted. I know a guy.”

“Haha, very funny,” Steve pointed a warning finger at him. “Don’t you even think about it, Munson.”

“Just saying. Offer’s open, in case you change your mind.”

With a roll of his eyes, Steve hurriedly threw on the Metallica tee and jeans, then started herding Eddie towards the hallway.

“Let’s just get through this, huh?”

Dodging out of his grip, Eddie dipped into a low bow. “After you, my liege.”

With a shake of his head at Eddie’s antics, Steve sighed. “Here goes nothing.”

Then he shouldered his way through the screen door and out onto the porch, the pair of them stepping into the early morning sunlight, ready to greet this seriously strange Sunday together.

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The next day

Sunlight was already picking through the curtains when Y/N woke up. Her head was hurting, like someone was hitting it from inside. She tried to get herself up, but some weight was keeping her pinned against the mattress. She turned her head and saw a blond head she knew too well. Sure, her and Paul were big on physical touch but sleeping like this never happened. She carefully shifted to see the room without letting go of Paul’s embrace.

Y/N observed the room and the people in it. She could recognize Kimi and Ollie on the couch opposed to her, the older spooning the other. She had a moment of confusion, but she knew Kimi and Ollie had always been big on PDA even as friends. She kept looking around, checking if all her friends did make it back to the apartment. Arvid, Dino, Maya and Bianca were all sleeping on the floor with some blanket resting on them. And on the armchair, you could find Abbi and Dorianne literally glued to each other, managing to fit in the tight chair. Y/N tried to get up to go eat something but all the moving and shifting in Paul’s arm woke him up.

“Hi princess!” he said with the sleepiest voice ever.

“Hi baby!” she responded, hugging him tighter.

Then she got up, after spending a few minutes convincing Paul to let her go. Y/N walked to the kitchen, open the door and faced Charles, Max, Oscar and Lewis. She brutally closed the door before reopening it. “Good morning, everybody!”

“Good afternoon actually!” Charles pointing the clock on the wall. He was right, it was indeed way past noon. 3pm actually.

“So, what’s the reason for the visit?” said Y/N trying to act cool in front of her 4 grid-dad.

“Humm…You don’t remember last night, do you?” Oscar asked.

“Euuh no …?” She responded.

“Well, we have a little explanation to do when everyone wakes up” Oscar sighed.

Max stood up and entered the living room to shout, “EVERYONE WAKES UP NOW!” The mass of teen made a groaning sound, some of them complaining about their head. There was also some confusion like Abbi and Dorianne who were looking at each other, not understanding the how and why they were like this. Same for Kimi and Ollie. After a couple minutes, the other older driver entered the room and told everyone to sit and listen to them.

“You kids are fucking mental; you should definitely know that! Before we start scolding each of you, do you actually remember what happened yesterday?” Charles was endorsing his role as the principal grid-dad of those kids.

“I remember that we met up here, we drank maybe one or two beers then we went to the bar.” said Kimi, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes, and Y/N picked up a worksite cone and put it on her head.” Gaby completed.

“I remember something about Ollie and Kimi, and Abbi and Dorianne, like they kissed or something like that” Arvid said earning some weird looks from the four.

Bianca finished their story and added “I remember Y/N got stuck on a tree, we called Oscar to help but Paul got her back before he arrived.”

“Well we have a base to work on” Max said pinching the bridge of his nose.

“It’s actually not that bad, I thought they would black out like completely.” said Lewis.

“So kids, you all got wasted at the bar and started doing random shit, like sitting on rooftops, stealing shopping carts, scooters and you also did some private things, you should check your insta especially Bianca and Y/N” Charles resumed the whole night and let all the teens check on their insta and realized all the things they did while he decided with the others grid-dads to post something to try to peace the situation.

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Apparently you can feel your brain chemistry alter if you fight a character becoming a blorbo

It’s like a little notification appears above your head “Achievement: New Blorbo Unlocked” and your fighting yourself tooth and nail “anyone but them please god no” but it ultimately fails as you feel one (1) dopamine molecule synthesized in your brain and then you just have to continue on with your life with a new pathetic blorbo

#he’s supposed to be this big bad villain but he got fucking shown up in his own fucking song and I’m so fucking embarrassed #it was so weird to recognize it happening too #and yes I fought against it so hard #he doesn’t even match my other blorbos at all ugh #anyway if you’ve gotten this far in my tags I might as well tell you the character #it’s Vox from hazbin hotel #like I said I didn’t ask for this #blorbo

[unproduciblesmackdown]

take 4: the tension (gulf spanned with incomplete, continuously crumbling bridges) between the perspective of oneself as the Deservingly Epic Winner Protagonist Person who dares to be Out Of Line versus the need to actually completely stay in line within this b/c it hinges on being in harmony with the preexisting hierarchies which will supposedly reward the "merit" of this Actor. while everyone whose existence is Inferior, according to the hierarchies, is defined by being Out Of Line, which these same people resent & respond to, also Staying In Line with the hierarchy, by trying to reinforce the dynamics of these inferior / superior groupings. "everything pathologized about the inferior groups / rejected as what's Wrong with their existence so as to "cause" these dynamics is "take 4" b/c this is from me trying to write about winston quant kid 2 billions like holy shit a series operating on this logic huh, giving this unvarnished expression of this perspective b/c it's assuming (& requiring...) we all have it. winston is constantly responded to as Guy Who's Out Of Line. the "superior" parties who hate him & get to have him as their punching bag / hit with the butt of the joke / at least ignored & excluded, but taken advantage of, but who all have to Stay In Line, how's that going for them even when it comes to the writing, where characters can't do anything if it's too disruptive of the In Universe hierarchy, unless it's a finale zone for a permissable shakeup, where ppl insulating/supporting each other being a bit Out Of Line is not a problem b/c they individually recognize each other's transcendently True worthiness in thee objective hierarchy we all assume exists, but definitely can never disrupt the out of universe hierarchy, e.g. the show decides wendy is the true hero, b/c she deserves to be. taylor has to hire back dollar bill & stand back while wags & wendy take the lead & the spotlight & hate the autistic guy they hired & show up so the Winner, who was written into the show with nothing to do but tell taylor they're not quite as good as wendy & then provide a vagina amidst otherwise being an Everyemployee who fails to even differentiate from an Axe Cap style everyemployee, can announce their winningness detached from anything that actually happened ever.

counterpart to winston's departure needing an audience of people to stand there & stay in line, which on that side of the same coin meant punishing his Out Of Lineness that doesn't even act like anyone bothered to think of [this is one particular preexisting guy. you thought he liked scifi once before you lost interest in even suggesting he has interests, though, will roland likes scifi, will roland wore his own open buttonup as quant kid 2 that'd define the Look, will roland happened to have the facial hair just kept for production b/c who would care, will roland brought the entire je ne sais quoi acting interpretation that made quant kid 2 go from "out of line guy we kill once" to "out of line guy we keep around to kill all thee time until finale 'haha but seriously though' material means pushing him out of the way in s6 & then s7 alike" like hmm] like everyone just spitballed "annoying things! cringe loser things! things that would never happen to me, a deserving winner!!" & put it in as easter eggs as though that would even make sense, much less [you have no other priority?] but like. rian's sendoff didn't do any better for acting like she's a specific character who's said & done things we're meant to remember & have thought about then & now. taylor didn't get to have resolution with philip. they Had to have resolution with wendy that, again, has nothing to do with any/everything prior, except perhaps to contradict it. this is what anyone got for Staying In Line like superior winners. the autistic [annoying arrogant inferior undeserving etc] Out Of Lineness that would be so supposedly admired instead seen as pure Other shit that's projected upon ppl so as to Reject it thusly. couldn't be me!! i'm a winner who will always have Superior ranking in the hierarchy & treated accordingly!!! i Must be!!!! like i must Kill people who seem to be disrupting this, even by acting like a person who assumes they're equal to me despite being Different. there all along like wow winston existing Out Of Line is so powerful. he can harmonize with & support taylor so well b/c they're introduced as being so Out Of Line, up to the inevitable point of breaking out & starting their own thing entirely!!! but while it's like, okay yeah, you Have to reel them back in by thwarting them b/c otherwise they break so far from central men's orbit they exit the series or you have to put Them at the center (imagine...) (plus! the role winston plays in them getting as close to this as they ever can be!) but then in the end taylor's just shortchanged b/c when it comes time to take down a central man as thee main thing all season, series finale style, they should be knocking it out in a few episodes with sacker & philip. instead we focus on wendy given the helm & fucking around all season. after disposing of winston b/c who even needs him for anything, this is Stay In Line times, and to do that we can do nothing w/autistic people but hate them & punish them for being undeserving. but don't worry b/c he doesn't get to be so Out Of Line as to easily cause problems for them & thwart them, b/c he just doesn't. taylor waits around on wendy & tells her she's the best b/c they just do. we are all in line on all of this ourselves so whew, there's no Disruption to notice if that key Alignment is maintained. rian was never holding herself Above winston if we just really tentatively suggest she doesn't think that she was, while letting every double standard at play be acted out. rian being "out of line" was that she wasn't being aggressive enough about any of her Superiority, b/c if you didn't leave bruising then nothing was That Bad; cue the assaults and boundary violations Reserved for the inferior losers as fun times & nothing anyone is beholden to with Consequences, we don't even make the viewer stick with the consequences of how it affects the target a second too long, lest you start to think it's Drama & not Jokes.

anyways it's all about the [categorization as inferior Other based on an assumed Hierarchy = inherently defined as Out Of Line] all "why get a formal diagnosis from a professional who doesn't know what to look for when at age 5 my peers went 'something's wrong with this one' & acted 'accordingly'" like even when people "know" what's Wrong with someone to make them the odd one out / "incompatible" w/what makes others exist Right, it's time to interpret everything else about them as "backing that up" no matter what, certainly no matter if it involves theoretically Valued concepts, b/c it's all first & foremost Staying In Line with the hierarchy, where the correct way to do things is: if you Can push someone else into greater vulnerability while you're established as Insulated, you Do. tl;dr winston inherently continuously Out Of Line; being "superior" requires an ultimate (&/or also quite Immediate. especially when it comes to "simple" matters already "correctly" arranged in the supposed Objective Hierarchy, like: winston's "objectively" inferiority (autistic swag)) Staying In Line. and what comes of it. all the most engaging & complex shit when people get to not actually stay in line. the power of it if taylor & tmc & allies didn't have to ultimately be shoved into Staying In Line even when it means wendy is the best & oh who cares about taylor & philip when wags is around etc etc. if winston being someone Out Of Line was seen as relevant & not an easy nonstop joke. while a quant who is so In Line as to correctly personally abuse him even more than others are doing is so ""out of line"" as to decide she's already gotten everything she wants & may as well live the dream now, b/c she's not an aggressive man, one has to suppose, same diff as wendy getting to believe she's Better than everyone & is nobly in charge of orchestrating their fates when she Means & Knows so well, & is somehow pitted against prince being this same figure but without having to confront that fact. he's mean! or whatever. he's talking about killing people & wendy isn't so that sorts it out forever. "abuse your local autists; it's funny & their fault & consequenceless b/c they're not real people" is also harmonious with all our ideas. edgy rulebreaking bold independent Out of Line heroes completely in accord w/the established hierarchies. & those whose existence threatening peership disrupts it who are written off losers who could never upend those heroes' goings on. everyone Actually being peers is unimagineable, not as a figure of speech. we do not imagine it, what are you even talking about. now for the Merited Hierarchy to be acted out as arranged, which is fun, god i wish that were me. Independent Agents ascending it only!! & people who Cheat to get in like loser nerds w/their math, b/c they can't Deserve it. now to keep insisting that everyone else could just be On My Level if they tried, while also responding violently if it seems like weirdos / ppl who aren't Supposed to be here are infringing on my level (the only violence is physical strikes that made contact, & perhaps killed you)

anyways just another installment of [fake fans haunted by billions, & other things which are in real life, such as the fictional series billions] musings i have to excise at all b/c [this was take 4]. winston Out Of Line. superior correct winners who have to Stay In Line at related great costs despite the supposed associated wins of that. his autistic swag. knowing ppl Are different autism style b/c they're "out of line." encountering irl autistic people without realizing it & repeatedly writing "this nerd guy is just So annoying ugh!! he's just like weird & doing everything wrong for no reason & won't just Be Normal or Shut Up & Go Away!! but at least his intractible arrogant cluelessness also means we have fun punishing & taking advantage of him" Type butt of jokes into things. those cringe loser Insistently Annoying Weirdo nerds who we all find insufferable & punish, we all know them, inherent Inferior Other Out Of Line that they are. now it's a Guy we all hate & enjoy seeing suffer & Understand as a less deserving less [person] just dropped into the periphery of this fiction. he will easily be thwarted from an alliance with the [person designed to be Out of Line in a way that Is considered Legitimate] that would let them shatter the limits of the series in 5 sec which we're also holding them back by the scruff of the neck to prevent anyways while pushing forward ppl supposed to be even More correct b/c uh um they're a little more Normal, & perhaps even Women, who are innately more caring & gentle. there they go hurting those around them as much as they can, with nothing stopping them at all, but they're using their inside voices & not issuing physical threats so that's what i'm talking about. that is heroic, vs the villainous efforts to navigate life as though everyone will respect them as a fellow person which Autists egregiously pull, to which you can do anything you want to Reject this. maybe even decide you wanna personally use them. isn't that nice of you. no, we don't know what to do with the "this guy won't stop acting like he gets to think he's a person" but eventually send him away after the dozen trampled boundaries to punish him for fun b/c what else was the point of him? anyways don't worry i saw the autistic swag. the nonbinary swag it didn't even know was there. the nonbinary swag it knew was there but held back by the scruff of the neck b/c all billions' most engaging, potential filled characters are the ones Held Back b/c they're threatening too much [out of line] / their out of Lineness must be contained; vs everyone perfectly in line who keeps being pushed in front of them no matter what b/c uhhh.

let's go Out of Line gang. continual inevitable Disruption of the norm(tm). like even just standing there vs "oh immediately i fucking Hate this guy." billions where anyone considers winston for 5 sec would also shatter apart. taylor would be too powerful even more than they already are if they didn't have to stay wendy's sidekick no matter what. rian who didn't have to come back from the hiatus even more "right" than they presumably intended her to always be (bound to thee hierachy / actually always Staying In Line. if she's out of it, psych, actually that was just a correction of the "objective" hierarchal order waiting to reconfigure itself around the situation). standing around waiting like okay but the payoff that Could happen....okay still time though lol....well here we are

the fundamentalness of the Out Of Lineness. quantessential....send post

#another [mentally pacing while writing out the saga] moment #winston billions #it's all about the Out Of Line.... #b/c it's all about the hierarchy; & the fact that it's People beneath you = forever being in conflict w/Reality being ''out of line'' #this person talking & taking up space & breathing & Appearing & Behaving & Acting & [Autonomous]ing....no. no!!!!!!! #tmc just so happened to be Weird except also mafee is there but he's too not ''aggressive'' enough for axe cap. or is he!! not that much #all while even in peak tmc times....thee hierarchy! we Hate winston & Will all act accordingly to keep him inferior(tm) #we'll also use him. but not include him as a peer when we can help it. or even acknowledge a ''value'' for having found him Useful(tm) #just like wow really didn't think at all about winston besides [he IS out of line!!!]. ppl can do all That to him & not have it questioned #like hey so long as maybe you do it without....well they did also physically assault him in the end so really no limits obviously #the make or break context? his autistacity means well he deserves it from anyone #whereas if some of those ppl do some of those things to Winners w/the same goal to punish & hurt & coerce? hmm bit messed up #it's not double standards when you objectively buy into it right. if winston was a Good Enough Real Enough person we'd all Love him #however we just all immediately recognize a weird little autistic loser & that's all that is relevant forever somehow! hmm! #most ''out of line'' billions characters unleashed....we deserved this #what a coincidence that at the high points of this; like say; Kompenso; winston is treated the best!! 4x12!! Hmm!!! #irrelevant i said. nothing to see here like there's nothing inside him but Cringe Wrongness. scene over! series over! autists are Others #they power down in nooks & crannies & stop imitating Real People words & deeds when we're not looking so just do whatever #that Whatever means finding it rewarding to go after them & assert power=superior status over them? epic Normal shit. what else is there #rhetorical!! stop answering about like ''nobody's life & existence treated as Less'' #but at what cost? oh so a really epic man can't like pwn people now?? perhaps an epic Woman? all cishet agenda style btw? hell

[drewsaturday]

i want an AU where flulu is the one who gets memories of past time loops because her flavor of protectiveness, at least knowing the possibilities from one single prior loop, would be insane

#iwatex tag #i also was thinking i want her to recognize what's going on with sol and actually listen to them #but that kiiiinda happens w the rebel path where she gets mad you're acting out so much #and you have a thought about how she doesnt understand what it's like to have all these memories etc #i rly would love to see... something though about how weird it is you're going so hard at biology when #before you've only ever shown interest in sports or something #it means a lot how much she and ger do appreciate your ~miracles~ but i want flulu to catch on just once #about how sol is always in the right place at the right time #how they never listen but when they refuse to listen it ends up going too well #and how they're obedient in all other ways etc #i think sol could prove it without getting lobotomized if the right string of events went down #but also i do think flulu would get so worried about it all i cant imagine her not going to instance ;-; #i think it would have to be both her and get noticing and possibly hearing similar things from other people where sol was right #so they dont get individually swallowed up by concerns and have some anchor outside of those concerns too #i just want them to realize everything sol has done because they love their parents #and to the heartwrenching extent to which they have done so

[misterradio]

one thing abt these movies is that shinya tsukamoto will sit in a body of water

#^ he is so pretty btw. #original nonsense #image described #my movie review is that.... hmm... #i think... i was not as interested as the 1st movie... but i also think i read the plot of the 3rd movie and kept thinking i had read this #one's plot so i kept expecting things to happen that didnt. so that was confusing. #the vibes were very different thats for sure. and i know it didnt like the 1st one when i watched it but i kind of had a change #of mind as i kept thinking about it so who knows... #i did REALLY like the coloured lighting it was SO pretty and swag. #definitely a strength it has over the 1st one because.... that was black n white obviously. which is also cool ::-] #i really like the music too obviously AHEE HEE i liked listening to the soundtrack before i watched this so it was fun #to be able to recognize the songs. #this one didnt have the weird homoeroticism of the 1st one which makes sense in retrospect #but i was kind of missing his freak behaviour u__u #the first one was really freaky and uncomfortable which i think is why it is so memorable. #and this one was Not as Freaky but maintained a lot of the spirit of Weird Metal Gore Body Horror Etc And Also Tomorowo #Taguchi Is There. #OKAY MY MOVIE THOUGHTS BYE

[volfoss]

the nature of volfoss is they will make translating proper nouns actually the most hellish thing int eh world.

#twist rambles #like. theres one location that has about 5 diff translations. the machine translation has it as lily june or liliegen. then i get the #physical map. ok. its lelie june. thats fine. and its the same when its shown in the in game map when ur travelling. and THEN i get a title #card in game. which happens w locations often. and it shows up as lelie jene. i nearly started crying. and there was one more machine #translation one but i also like. did not remember bc i recognize the kanji now. which is a plus to all this i think. but it is so infinitel #frustrating. i didnt have all the resources i did when i started it and shalvas' name translated to charbas/charbus OFTEN. so in my brain #that is his name. it is not. the only name i havent had issues w is uchidas and thats bc its like. actually japanese and not the scariest #spelling that they can inflict on man. some of the other things that are definitely SOMETHING translation wise is that like. a lot of the #official english on the map is misspelled. and im staying accurate to the map. so theres typos. not even to get into characters that im lik #sure appear once. and thats it. and i NEVER know what their name is. bc its not important enought o be in the gallery. rip to whatever the #official spelling of riggin/rigging is. i will never know. #♟ #the amt of time chris has had to wake up to me having the WORST time bc the translation stuff is so inconsistent w proper nouns. the MANY #creature names spelled weird. iron meiden and like. 5 million others. the amt of times i have (sic) in my doc by their names is far too man #sorry i love to complain. it IS a labor of love. but i am also so like. worried abt some of the names. can you imagine having to write a #serious paragraph when a guys name is ax fart. because thats one of the guys names.

[isa-ah]

been having some creepy stuff happen lately and who knows if it's paranormal or PTSD related ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

#while i was showering a few weeks back i glanced up and saw someones head peeking over the curtain like 7ft up #no face just hair. long and tawny #that night when we laid down to sleep we said our goodnights and a moment later i heard from the head of the bed #'i love you.' #but it sounded way yoo feminine and young yo be my husband so i asked what he just said and he was like ??? literally nothing #he didnt hear it at all even though it was perfectly audible to me #a few nights ago i woke up paralyzed by the absolute self assured KNOWLEDGE that a girl was standing in our bathroom doorway #except her feet were on the ceiling instead of the floor #i was 100% too scared to look bc out of a dead sleep i was so so so sure #i pushed my face into my husbands back and staid there bc i was ckncinced if i rolled back her hair would tickle my face #which yeah ok ive gotten paranoid delusions and hallucinations before bc my ptsd is. severe lol #but not like this really #this morning my dream was interrupted much how it is when an alarm starts going off and you hear it in your dream #its dismebodied and you can consciously recognize it was real life without necessarily realizing youre dreaming #i had that except whispering? moving around our bedroom coming towards me #and the more i focused on it the more i could hear the cricket ambience i was playing irl while we slept #and i had the thought thats weird. whos walking around my room whispering? #til it happened pressed right up against my ear and i JUMPED out of my skin instantly wide awake in bed #i have no clue if its real!!!! but man. what the fuck lol

[thisgodwontforgiveyou]

rpf guys are so batshit and the worst part is x male reader and x female reader guys are batshit in two completely non overlapping ways like the full breadth of human mental sickness is present in these people

#the guys who ship the idols together arent nearly as insane theyre just the stupidest life forms in the known universe #bc theyre not doing weird insane fictionalizing reality shit so much as actually desperately wishing theyre right #like the fics are all just coping mechanisms for wishing it would actually come true #and i mean the x reader stuff obviously is too but in a much less optimistic way bc they at least recognize thats never happening

[dirkxcaliborn]

I'd have to say one of the cutest, novel moments in a romance manga I read recently was when one of the characters noticed the other's behavior and thought it seemed like the other character had feelings for him, but then he told himself off for making assumptions about other people's feelings lol

#coyo speaks #it just felt like something you don't see very often #especially just like... where it's not a moment of him being all cool like I know you're in love with me yada yada #but that very grounded moment of like recognizing the signs but not wanting to make assumptions #I think the only thing I'd really criticize about that manga is that I don't think the sex scene was necessary #it's not that notable ig while reading it #but if you think about it for too long it happened way too early in their relationship #for context the one who caught feelings was a cat who ~wished to be human~ #but like... he's been human for like a few months at MOST #He just has a lot less understanding and reference than your average virgin #and he wasn't the one who initiated and he seemed confused the whole time #idk I just feel like a character who has ZERO frame of reference for how relationships work should've properly taken things slower #although that's framed weird bc like I said it's not him that pushed things that fast #and I think it would be different if he was the one who initiated things where like maybe he doesn't really understand it #but he wants it whatever it is #I just really think he should've been setting the pace as the one with the least experience #as it stands I don't feel like he even knew enough to know what he wants #so for someone he has such strong feelings and trust in to be like 'I'm going to show you something good' #he's not very likely to contest that... if his partner says it's good and he can't really figure out his own feelings #then obviously it must be good regardless of how he feels #thinking that hard about random single volume BL manga is never going to turn up great results tho lol

[nexus-nebulae]

ough

#echos #anyway the only reason I'm awake rn is cause i had a semi-nightmare #nothing Bad happened just the leadup to the Bad Things was paranoia inducing enough that i couldn't handle it #i was like. i was staying in a different house. with people i didn't recognize #idk why i was there but i was sleeping in a bedroom that #1) had a very big and easily openable window #2) had TWO doors (one to a hallway one to a joint bathroom connecting to another bedroom) #3) the bathroom door could not be locked #and 4) there were way too many light switches and some of them did not turn on lights. #first night i was there i was so paranoid someone would try to come in #and I'd forgotten to lock the hall door so i was even more nervous #was fine the first night. later the other people in the house tried to get me to use telekinesis that i apparently had #i used it to fuck with a stoplight that was hung up in the house for some reason #made it flick back from red to green really quickly #then it skipped to the next night #i was paranoid that last night people had tried to get in because i saw some weird things #well this night the things happened again #and then people started actually trying to get into my room #the Weird Things were actually signals to other people outside to try and get into my room #and i freaked and went for the light switch by the bathroom door #light switch didn't do shit even though earlier it had #and then suddenly someone tried to come in through the bathroom door #i woke up immediately but was so fucked up on paranoia that i couldn't even go back to sleep #had to grab my phone so that it stopped #brain is still being weird but at least i mostly know what's real and that I'm safe

[brainmoss]

2 weeks off of sertraline and the suicide ideation comes back with a revenge

#tw suicide ideation #tw sui ideation #tw suicide #im fine at least now i can recognize the thoughts come from the brain problem #the friend i talked about a while back is ok too not great but finally found a therapist that doesnt break confidentiality #im in a light mood but its always better to have the tw's present #i do however wonder wtf my doctor has planed for me #he says its best to not take sertraline for long times and i believe #around the 1 year mark i started forgetting to take the medicine and he said it happens to most ppl cause the brain gets tired of it #and maybe to combat that there would be the need of a higher dose #but that sucks #so i guess just cope and if things get real bad ask to go back on it but in appointment ill see #but damn after a couple of months feeling and thinking how its suposed to do that its weird #dont want to go back to needing to handle overwhelming emotions #negativity snowballs #and overthinking headaches #just having a reference point for being balanced helps #the doctor warned me ocd is like riding a bike for the brain #and that it would come back again just the same #but damn #i wish i could reorganize tags here cause i want to add to previous stuff but i wont delete any nor write stuff that needs new context

[readymades2002]

it is very frustrating because my mom does not know What The Deal Is but she certainly Suspects (for good reason. to be fair to her.) and she has Insinuated and she has Implied but she has not asked anything specifically. and its...not unreasonable for her to do this i guess because the last relationship i was in i didn't tell her for a year and a half. because the relationship BEFORE that was my first and it was with a girl and i asked her EXPLICITLY AND URGENTLY to not tell my dad about it because he was a massive homophobe and i knew this and saw this where she did not and she told him anyway and i have not trusted her since though, having few other options, i have continued to confide in her things that i should not confide in her that have then mysteriously made their way through all our shared coworkers back to me. and its.....its so. i don't know what to do about it. she..."stalked" is the wrong word but she followed my blog against my wishes and knowledge as a child and the more i lost trust in her and stopped talking to her the more she pried into my private life. i know my sister had similar experiences with her. and it has created this cycle where i keep trying to keep her out for my own privacy and dignity and safety and she just gets even more desperate and pathetic trying to get in after breaking my trust over and over and OVER again but i live with her and depend on her for far too many things and so it just. is this. awesomesauce

#have talked about it a bit with a few people and its...difficult? #i have always felt like i was the person standing between my parents when my dad was at his worst #and as kind of like. someone who failed to protect my family from him #and the last few months ive started recognizing patterns where 1) when my parents were united #was when there was a common threat and that common threat was ALWAYS me and my insanity. which feels. bad #and 2) my mother had no one to talk to about the horrific shit he said and so often ended up relaying #some of the worst things youve ever heard to me and my sister very conversationally #every thing he said about me that haunts me i heard when she told me and then went 'ha! isnt that so stupid he would say that?' #like. i guess its. she was a...i hate using it here but a Victim in thatsituation but im also starting to learn #that she was also a collaborator. and that she failed to protect us or take care of us often because she was scared of him #or sometimes because she agreed with him or hated/resented us or whatever. its. um #it is difficult. and every time i try to change and talk openly around her instead of being passive aggressive as i learned from her #she responds in the same guilt trippy icy way and says i am pissy or i think too black and white or do i think shes a bad person #and so i cannot...i cannot grow with her because it HURTS. every time. and ive just kind of...found it harder and harder to talk to her #at all. and her pain fills the apartment because she sees it happening. and it makes coming back here every day #even more unbearable even more crushing and i don't know what to do about it #it has been so weird. ive been trying to...change and grow. to be Real. to be truthful and to communicate well #for my friends and coworkers and family and i feel i've come so far sometimes #and then when it comes to her i just don't know how to do it because i don't trust her. #and when i try it only hurts both of us and i can't explain that to her because she WILL take it personally and she #she...everyone is capable of change. i believe that. to be alive is constant changing. but she refuses. #when she asked me if i thought she was a bad person she answered her own question going 'i dont think so. #i think you see things so much more black and white than i do and you're so easily offended and sensitive. i think im a good person' #not in a...not in a combative way but in a sincere way. and its like. i dont think i even responded i was fucking flabbergasted #where do you even GO from a statement like that lmao!!! god. its so frustrating. it is so so so fucking frustrating

[drewsaturday]

actually. thinking abt trollhunters/lost world teevee show again and like,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, i know i said marguerite and nomura probably fucked but marguerite was a spy in ww1. you know who else was a spy in ww1?

toby's fucking grandmother.

#trollhunters tag #THEY fucked #marguerite was like... a triple spy too so someone def broke someone's heart during it all #anyway. i have my lil cracky headcanons abt strickler/nancy during the spy days and this just makes it ??? worse??? better??? idk #but bc i place him in some ww1 shenanigans i feel like if i ALSO place him on the plateau innnn the '20s-ish #marguerite would recognize him and i cant tell if that's more fun or less #also marguerite is ... very much a scalie and if she sees strickler's troll form she's gonna wanna jump his bones hMMmmM #they probs think strickler's w the reptile ppl at first bc Green #when no he's just there trying to get a hold of some ancient evil artifact nbd #nomura might also be there bc theyre like racing to find something before the other can and theyre the #resident history bitch changelings #ij ust want marguerite to out-manipulate strickler and/or fuck him and/or fuck nomura #and then probably have another PTSD Cave experience forcing her to remember stuff that happened with nancy #like what happened in PTSD Cave Episode Number 17 with that canon girl form her past whose name i cant remember #strickler also would probs have ties to roxton's family actually #and maaaaaybe funded some of challenger's past expeditions #i think summerlee is a weird father figure to nomura but she wont admit it #etc #oHH MAYBEEEE :| maybe strickler was part of veronica's fam's expedition and he's kinda responsible. for what happened there. #or he tried to sabotage some stuff at leasttttt #:') lol #J;LDSF;LKJSFLKSDJFLKSD WAIT IM A FUCKING /FOOL/ MARGUEIRTE IS MORRIGAN RIGHT #ik there is no real tie between the morrigan and morgan le fay but lost world would be the place to mix them up #so maybe strickler is literally there trying to find morrigan as a vessel for morgana #BECAUSE. VERONICA'S PARENTS ARE IN AVALON RIGHT. AND THERE'S A CONNECTION W THAT AND MARGUERITE. #iu cant REMEMVER the connection but if it wasnt significant then maybe veronica is supposed to be the vessel??? #hhfj;lkjsldj im in hell #i think . they might after be veronica considering her lineage but whatever happens i think #the lost world fam would get some clue to where veronica's parents are #so it has some purpose for them

[flamingpudding]

Danny, the 'twig' Bouncer

The job was just a temporary solution. It was a means to an end. To help him handle his obsession until things were better. Until it was safe to be out again. Until he could roam around freely without fear. Until he no longer needed to lay low or be on the run. Until he could return to being Phantom.

This job helped keep his obsession somewhat sedated. Sure, it was a shady bar, but it beat working out in the open in some other way or becoming a non-ghost vigilante and risking his human persona too.

Besides people tented to underestimate him because he was a 'twig' in their eyes. The bar owner nearly didn't hire him until he easily flipped a human truck over his shoulder and threw the guy out the back door on his interview day.

But again this was just meant to be temporary. He got to fight the trouble makers and protect customers from the rowdy crowd.

At some point, the people even started cheering whenever Danny was on the clock, his coworkers even leaving the heavy hitters to him. It was kind of fun always seeing the sound looks of the big guys that didn't think Danny could throw them out the door with one hand. The owner had said something about getting more customers ever since Danny started working for him.

Danny even recognized regulars now. Tho there was this one guy with a red helmet that gave him a weird feeling. But the guy wasn't making trouble so Danny left him alone.

Besides the Bar Owner always pet his shoulder after he threw someone out. That meant he did a good job right?

Though Danny did wonder how long this temporary job would last.

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Yea his Fenton luck struck again. Danny didn't know faces. The bar was a shady place but neutral zone according to the owner but there was the golden rule of not messing with Joker. Danny had agreed even tho he didn't know who that guy was.

Soo the day came a clown made trouble in the bar and no one else appeared to want to do something. So what did Danny do? His job. He punched the guy, knocked him out and threw him right out the door a little too hard into a brick wall. He might have broken a couple of that clown guys bones. Hello trauma, Freakshow greets you.

The bar was dead silent right after, everyone staring at him like he had just signed a death sentence. The owner had then pushed him out the door and muttered something about sending Danny on vacation and to return in a month if he was still alive by then.

Did that mean he was fired or got a weird kind of promotion?

Why was that guy in a furry suit staring him down now?

Also why was the red helmet regular suddenly trying to hire him for his gang?

Really Danny just wanted a simple job that sedated his obsession, this was not what he expected to happen for a job well done.

#dp x dc #dpxdc #danny fenton #danny phantom #crossover #dcxdp #jason todd #bruce wayne #the joker #danny works as bouncer while ln the run #people keep underestimating him because he is build like a twig #he does his job well though #so well that he beat up the joker #he didnt know it was the joker #he doesnt know any big names or faces of gotham #the job was just meant to sedate his obsession #now he got on the bats radar #and red hoods too #danny just wants to calm his obsession withoit putting himself in danger #random ideas #I have no idea how I get these...

[samsno1]

One Hell Of An Agent

Sam Winchester x F!Reader

Summary: After weird deaths start happening and your friend becomes a victim of it, two men appear at your door for questioning and your day turns into the weirdest you've ever lived.

Warnings: SMUT, size kink (if you squint), oral (f. recieving), big d sam (obviously), dean gets forgotten lmao, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys), piv, tit sucking, sam is a sweetheart, pet names (doll, baby, beautiful), a bit of body insecurity but, as i said, sam is a gentleman, reader is shorter and overall smaller then sam, use of y/n, NOT PROOF READ, english isn't my first language (if i forgot anything TELL ME)

Read it on AO3

WC: 6.1k

You can learn how to change the "Y/N" for your actual name here

enjoy your meal babies, mwah mwah

It was supposed to be just another day where you went to work to get pennies in exchange for spending close to 12 hours in front of a computer screen, get back home to drink until you decided you should take a shower and sleep. Then repeat.

You, standing in your living room with a circle of kitchen salt around you and two men who were supposedly FBI agents holding shotguns and the ghost of an old woman trying to kill you, wasn't in your plans.

They both had arrived at your house in suits earlier that day, knocking on your door. You groaned and got up from the couch, leaving your beer bottle settled on the coffee table. Once you opened the door you widened your eyes at the two men standing there.

The taller one greeted himself first. He had a – almost – shoulder length brown hair and beautiful hazel eyes. To say you were shocked at how handsome he looked was an understatement. The shorter one had deep green eyes and short hair, he was pretty too but his partner…

“Hello, I'm Agent Page, this is my partner, Agent Plant” He said, showing you his badge and nodding to Plant, him copying what his partner did.

You furrowed your eyebrows, recognizing the names from the Led Zeppelin band.

“Plant and Page as in…the Led Zeppelin guys?” You questioned and they shared a look. The shorter one stepped foward, giving you a once over, clearly checking you out.

“Just a coincidence Ma'am” He said, smiling at you and you nodded, still a bit skeptical.

You opened the door wider for them both to get in.

“Come in, please. Have a seat” You said, gesturing to the couch and they sat besides each other. Page eyed the beer at the coffee table in front of him and you cringed.

“Sorry, I wasn't expecting the FBI at my door” You chuckled lightly and took the beer bottle to the kitchen in the other room. When you came back, both their eyes were on you and you felt a bit intimidated.

“Well…why are the feds at my house…?” You asked, sitting at the armchair and resting your hands on your lap, fidgeting nervously with your fingers.

Page put his elbows on his knees, his fingers crossing in front of him as he leaned forward to talk closer to you. You took notice of his big frame wondering how someone could be so…wide?

“Miss…”

“Y/N” You filled in the gap.

“Miss Y/N” He said, licking his lower lip with his tongue “We are here to ask about the recent murders around”

“Oh” You said. You knew well about one of the victims, a friend of yours. It had been a little over 2 weeks since her death but you always went with the mantra to keep going no matter what. At the memory of her you felt your throat restrict and you blinked back tears.

Page seemed to notice and put a gentle hand on your knee to comfort you. When you looked up he was smiling slightly and you calmed down.

“We know Beth was your friend and we are sorry for your loss” He said, squeezing your knee “But we'd like to ask you some questions, if you don't mind”

You nodded and looked between the both of them, taking a deep breath.

“Yeah…yeah of course” You said and he nodded, pulling his hand away from you, the warmth still lingering where he had placed it.

“Did you notice any weird behaviors before your friend passed? Like she was distant, cold…?” Plant asked and you made a face trying to remember anything. You recorded a night you two went out

“Five days or so before she died…” You started, turning your head down to stare at your fingers over your lap. “We went to a bar near my house and she kept glancing behind her, nervous, on edge, as if something would jump her at any moment. When I asked her what was wrong she looked at me, terrified, grabbed her things and bolted”

You sighed thinking you should've went with her now that she was gone.

“I tried calling, texting. Nothing. For those five days I didn't hear anything from her then…they called me announcing that she was gone” You started tearing up again and closed your eyes to hold them back.

“She didn't have anyone else, y'know, I should've been there for her, I–” You choked on an inevitable sob and covered your face with your hands. Then you felt the taller man's hand on your knee again, his thumb stroking your leg.

“We are truly sorry, it wasn't your fault” He said, a voice so comforting and calm you felt it in your heart.

You took your hands away from your face and sniffed, letting out a slight chuckle. You felt a bit embarrassed to be crying in front of them both.

“I'm sorry” You said and brushed your hair back with your hand “I think this was it. She was always a very quiet girl but sweet, caring, I couldn't think of anyone that would do this to her”

The men nodded and looked at each other, a silent conversation you weren't a part of. You looked down to see Page's hand still on your knee and you smiled to yourself. What a nice fed.

"Thanks for the information Ma'am" Page said. When they looked back at you, he patted your knee lightly and got up with his partner. You stood up as well to accompany them to the door, them both behind you.

You opened the door and looked at them both going out, your gaze lingering longer on the taller one, looking him up and down.

They turned to you with a tiny card in his hand and gave it to you, your finger brushing against his.

“If you remember anything, give us a call. Thank you for your time” He smiled warmly along with the green eyed Agent.

“Will do, thank you so much” You said, smiling back seeing them walk away to the Impala parked in front of your house.

You kept your gaze locked until they drove away, snapping you out of your daze getting back in your house and locked the door, smiling like an idiot at the image of the handsome guy you just met.

Inside the Impala, Dean kept glancing towards Sam, who had his face buried into the newpaper about the couple murders happening.

“Dude” Dean finally said, a grin on his face. Sam looked up at him and made a questioning face at his side profile.

“What?” He asked

Dean laughed lightly and looked at his brother.

“She was eating you with her eyes” Dean said and at that Sam's full attention was on him, lowering the paper with a confused face.

“Who? Y/N?” He asked and Dean nodded. Sam sighed and rolled his eyes at his brother. “Dean, c'mon” He said.

“I'm serious, the look she gave you when we left, staring you up and down like a feast” Dean laughed mischievously, looking for a couple seconds at Sam's shocked expression. “She's pretty, y'know, if you don't want it, I'll have it”

“Shut up Dean” He said but he couldn't help thinking about your looks towards him and the impulse he felt to comfort you with a hand on your leg when he realized you were upset.

Dean laughed and shook his head at the stubbornness of his brother, driving back to the cheap motel they were staying at.

Your day went by as usual, some couple more beers here, a whiskey there, some movie you had on the TV.

You ended up falling asleep on the couch for a couple hours until about 2AM when you heard a loud thud in your house and your entire body entered fight or flight mode.

You got up and kept your ears trained for any more sounds until you heard your stove, the gas being poured out in your house and the color drained from your face. What the hell?

You went into the kitchen and for sure the smell of the gas hit hard on your nose and you gagged.

Suddenly the door to the kitchen closed behind you and you jumped in shock. Your heart started ringing in your ears and your hands were trembling.

“Hello?! Is anybody there?!” You asked, your voice shaking as you went to the door. Locked. You started to panic, were you crazy? Was this a dream?

There was a noise behind you and you turned, seeing the knife cabinet open and you glued yourself to the door, trying to get the lock open when a kitchen knife started to float up and towards you.

You screamed and banged at the door.

“Help! Someone, please!” You screamed and the knife was plunged in the door, close to your head and your body fell back in the ground, tears rolling down your cheeks when everything stopped.

You slowly got up and tried to open the door. Success. You scrambled out of your kitchen and unlocked the front door, sprinting out of your house terrified.

You remembered the card the Agent gave you. You didn't know if it was okay to call him this late but you just almost died. You thought he could make an exception.

With trembling fingers, you dialed the number on your phone, putting it to your ear. Please pick up, please pick up.

“Hello? Agent Page speaking, who is this?” He said with a gruff voice, he was definitely sleeping and you felt a bit bad for waking him up.

“Agent?” You practically whispered, your voice shaky with fear.

“Y/N?” He recognized your voice and made a confused face, sitting up on the bed. “What's wrong?”

“I– I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have called I–” You spoke fast, nervous. He took notice of that “Something happened” You said simply.

“We are on our way” He said and slipped on his shoes, already on outside clothes. He nudged Dean to wake him up. “Hang in there”

“Okay” You said in a whisper as he turned the call off, biting your thumbnail in order to stay calm in the circumstances.

Dean woke up to see Sam getting his bag ready in a frenze, a worried look in his younger brother's face.

“Y/N called, something happened, she seemed stressed, let's go” He said, throwing Dean his bag, the oldest groaning as he grabbed the keys for the Impala.

As they drove there, Sam couldn't help but get even more stressed the long it took for them to arrive. He wondered if you were okay, if you had gotten hurt, or worse. When they arrived, you were sitting on your porch, legs tucked close to your body as you shivered.

When you heard the noise of the car you got up. The two came out and you were a bit weirded out to see them in normal clothes but relieved nonetheless.

When they got closer you breathed out in relief, the taller of the two coming closer then Plant, grabbing your shoulders and eyeing you up and down, looking for any visible damage.

“Are you hurt? What happened?” He asked and you shook your head at the first question.

“I don't know…If I explain it I'll sound crazy” You said

“Oh, sweetheart, believe me, we know crazy” The green eyed Agent said and you looked at him, the nickname foreign but you brushed it off.

“I was sleeping in my couch when I woke up with a loud bang” You began. “I got up to see that my stove started leaking gas and…when I wnt to the kitchen, the door…It shut behind me, locked” You said, shakily and Page brushed his hand on your shoulder, the same way he had done to your knee earlier “I couldn't get out and a knife started to fucking float, it charged at me, caught the door and then it all just…stopped”

“I was able to leave my house and…call you” She said and looked into his eyes, the comforting gaze seeping into her. “I'm sorry, I know it's late”

“Don't bother, it's fine. Let's try and see how we can help you, okay?” He said

You looked at him, puzzled, tilting your head at him

“You believe me?” You asked and he let out an aired laugh in amusement.

“What if I tell you we aren't truly FBI agents” He said.

“Oh” You widened your eyes and looked between the both of them, shameful smiles on their faces. “Right”

“Get in, we will explain everything we can to you” He said and you nodded getting inside your house.

After a couple minutes you learned that they were actually brothers, the tall one was named Sam and the shorter was Dean. They told you all about what they did, the family business, how real the supernatural was and tried to explain that you experienced something ghost-like.

You were absolutely dumbfounded as they said all that. It was hard to believe that, how is all of it real if you hadn't seen anything your whole life similar to what they explained to you? Just now?

“Okay so…you both are like…the Ghostbusters?” But hotter. You noted, mentally.

“Basically, yeah” Dean said.

You sat there with your hands over your face. You didn't know if you wanted to laugh or cry at the situation.

The brothers walked around with the so called EMFs, machines you learned could sense the presence of ghosts.

You couldn't help but glance at Sam. His eyebrows were furrowed in concentration, his hair falling around his face and from time to time he bit his lower lip.

You were entranced at how annoyingly handsome he was until loud beeping from Dean's EMF startled you.

Sam whooped his head towards him and they shared silent looks. Sam turned to his bag and got a shotgun out and you widened your eyes at him. He took notice of that.

“They are loaded with rock salt, don't worry” He said and you made a confused face. He smiled at you and your heart skipped a beat. “Let's say…ghosts don't like salt. Salt and iron are their weaknesses” He said and you hummed in acknowledgement getting up and going to your fireplace to get an iron rod.

Sam stared at you as you walked back to him and you shrugged.

“It's iron, you said it could keep them at bay” You said and he nodded.

A loud noise startled all of you, in the kitchen, where Dean was the closest to and he cooked his gun, Sam doing the same and protecting you with his body.

“Stay behind me” He murmured to you and you nodded, iron rod in your hand prepared for any attack.

“Come on you son of a bitch!” Dean said and, as if on cue, the ghost of an old lady appeared in your kitchen and you gasped, recognizing her immediately.

“Mrs. Greene?” You whispered and apparently she heard you because in a moment she was there and in the other she was behind you.

“Y/N, watch out!” Sam yelled in front of you and you turned around, swinging your weapon and making her vanish for a couple of moments.

You were breathing heavily, your ears ringing until Sam snapped you out of your daze, turning you around by grabbing at your arm.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concern laced in his voice as he gave you a once over.

“Yeah, I think” You replied and Dean appeared as quick as possible making a circle of salt around you and Sam stepped out of it, letting your arm go.

“You need to stay there, she can't get you because of the salt” Dean said.

“You know her?” Sam asked and you looked at him, nodding.

“She was Beth's mother. Died in a car accident that…my father caused. Me and Beth bonded through their deaths but I guess her mom didn't really approve of that” You said, smiling sadly to yourself.

“Where is she buried?” Dean questioned.

“The cemetery near the only church in town. About 5 miles from here” You replied and Dean gave Sam a quick nod as he got his bag and gave his brother extra ammunition.

“I'll go do the dirty job, you, protect her, make sure that bitch doesn't kill her” Dean said as he went out the door, shutting it behind him.

You sat on the ground, in the middle of the salt circle, mindlessly playing with the iron rod in your hand. Sam looked down at you. You looked more than upset, understandably.

“Everything is going to be okay” He reassured you and you looked at him with a gentle smile. Until you weren't smiling anymore and instead was looking behind him.

“Sam, behind you!” You said, getting up again and he turned shooting the ghost and she reappeared behind you, outside of the circle.

You turned around, shaking and lifting your weapon at her. She looked down at the salt circle and the creepiest smile you've ever seen opens up in her face, sending shivers down your spine.

Suddenly the windows broke open and a strong gust of wind came in with full force. You covered your head to protect it from the glass until you looked down and the salt circle was broken around you.

Your heart dropped as she started approaching you and Sam shot her again from behind you.

To your dismay, she was behind him again, and before you could warn him about her she grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and threw him against a wall.

“Sam!” You screamed and she turned to you again, slowly walking towards your frame and you backed away, the iron rod propped in front of you protectively.

She knocked the rod out of your hand and you looked desperately at it on the ground.

Your back pressed against the wall and you closed your eyes, preparing for your death when she started screaming and you opened your eyes.

She was quite literally burning right in front of you, with her hands reaching for your throat until she was just gone, no burn marks on your ground, weirdly, and her desperation echoed through the house.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, your heart beating in your ears. You heard a groan and remembered Sam was basically knocked out on the other side of the room.

You rushed to him and kneeled down besides him with a hand on his cheek and the other in one of his knee.

“Sam, are you okay?” You asked as he slowly opened his eyes. When he seemed to retrieve consciousness again he breathed in deeply and scrambled to get up but you held him down by putting a hand on his chest.

“Hey, hey, it's okay, she's…gone, I guess” You said and he focused his eyes on yours when you smiled. You felt your face heat up at the look he was giving you until Dean barged in through the front door, whistling at the mess.

He looked towards both of you on the ground and made a face, holding back a smirk.

“Burned her up…Am I interrupting something?” Dean asked playfully and you felt a tad of embarrassment, helping Sam get up with a grunt.

They started to gather their stuff and you wondered how the hell you were going to clean up your whole house. Glass and salt everywhere, a hole on the wall where Sam was thrown at.

When they were all done you got each a beer. They tried to deny it but you insisted, claiming it was a thank you treat for saving your life.

You finished all your drinks, throwing the bottles away and you walked them to the door, the Impala parked in front of your house. They got out and stood outside as you smiled at them.

“Thank you, again, really, you both saved my life” You said.

“It's nothing, really, we do this everyday” Dean said with a dismissive wave. “I'm going to load the car” Dean said, giving Sam a pat on the back and a look you didn't understand but apparently Sam did, since he gave a deep breath and a practically death glare at his brother, his chest going up and down.

“So…” He started, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

“So?” You nudged, smiling up at him and biting your lower lip. His eyes stared at your mouth and you felt small under his gaze.

“You were amazing back there, you know?” He said, crossing his arms in front of him and smiling. “You knew what to do, few people can do what you did”

He complimented and you looked down, smiling like an idiot. He’s so sweet.

“Oh I just…went by logic I guess, nothing much. You said iron and I reached for iron” You said, fidgeting with your fingers as you looked up again.

“Yeah…” He said, looking from your eyes to your mouth and back up again. You decided to be a bit brave and got into your tiptoes to give him a kiss on the cheek, holding on his shoulder for support.

When you pulled back he didn't pull away and one of his hands cupped your cheek, looking between your eyes when he leaned into you, his lips against yours in a light kiss.

You responded almost immediately, your hand going to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss and he placed his hands on your waist. You reluctantly pulled away with a hum, dazed by the kiss with your eyes still closed.

When you opened them his eyes were on your face and you felt warm again. He pulled you back in your house and you giggled in surprise when he closed the door, his hand still holding you.

“What about your brother?” You said as he turned his attention back to you, a smirk on his face when he squeezed your waist. He leaned in closer and you held your breath.

“He can wait” He whispered against your lips before kissing you again, this time more intensely then before and you hummed, burying your hand on his hair while the other stroked his chest.

You started taking his jacket off when you stopped and pulled away.

“Is this okay? I mean I'm totally fin–” He cut you off with another mind blowing kiss and you gasped.

He shrugged off his jacket, dropping it to the ground and clasping your face in both his hands.

“Does this answer your question?” He smiled teasingly and you chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss his lips again and his hands grabbed your hips in response.

He brushed his tongue against your lower lip and you opened your mouth to let him explore it, moaning lowly against his mouth.

He lowered his hands to the back of your thighs, not breaking the kiss, and lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and you yelped in his mouth.

You noted he was big, you just didn't know he was this strong, lifting you in his arms as if you weighed nothing.

He walked to the kitchen and placed you on the counter, his hands going under your shirt and experimenting with his touches on your bare skin.

You whimpered, shivers running through your whole body as his big hands roamed through your burning skin.

You pulled away, your forehead touching his, a whispered “Fuck” coming out of your lips. Your hands went to the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it over your head, leaving your torso bare besides your bra.

Sam drank you in, his adam apple bobbing when he swallowed and you felt embarrassed under his strong gaze, your hands slowly coming to wrap themselves around your stomach.

He held your wrists gently, pulling them away from you and his hands went up and down your arms.

“Don't hide from me, you're beautiful” He whispered and started to leave kisses down your neck, nibbling and biting where he noticed you liked the best with the noises leaving your mouth.

Your hand wrapped in his hair to pull him back to your lips, his kisses addicting like a drug.

He pulled away again to pull his shirt over his head, revealing his defined torso and your jaw physically dropped at the sight. He had some scars, some pale, old, others a pink tone, more recent but it just made him look even better, showing how much he had lived through. He chuckled at your reaction and settled his hands on your hips again, gently squeezing.

“See something you like?” He teased and you closed your mouth, your hands reaching slowly to touch his bare chest. He gasped at your feather-like touch on his tanned skin and you looked at him again, his eyes dark with desire.

“You're…stunning, like– I knew you were…muscular…from the get go but you're…” You trailed off and he chuckled, a bit embarrassed and leaned down to crash his lips against yours again.

His hands went to your back and unclasped your bra, helping you take it off and toss it on the ground along with the rest of your clothes.

His hands came to the front and grabbed at both your breasts, squeezing them and making you moan into his mouth. His fingers teased at your hardened nipples and you arched into his touch.

His mouth started trailing down towards your neck, your collarbone, until he got to the valley of your breasts and looked up at you. Your mouth was open, eyes hazed and deep breaths were making your chest go up and down. What a sight.

He closed his mouth into one of your nipples and you whined, the warmth of his tongue circling around it making you grasp at his locks with a certain strength that made him groan around your skin. His fingers teased the other breast until he switched sides, feasting on your breasts.

“Sam…” You gasped his name and he hummed in acknowledgement of your plea, pulling away from your breast with a smile. “Please”

He gave your lips a peck and went down your body again, leaving open mouthed kisses down your stomach until he got to the waistband of your jeans and looked at you again, asking for permission and you nodded at him.

His fingers popped open the button of your pants and opened the zipper. You lifted your hips to help him pull the clothing off and he dragged it down your legs slowly, drinking you in.

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his hungry gaze on your frame when his eyes noticed your soaked underwear.

He discarded your pants and ran his hands up your legs, his look never leaving your covered pussy. His hands stopped at your thighs as squeezed the flesh and you closed your legs instinctively.

He looked up at you and pried your legs open with his hands.

“What did I say about hiding from me?” He said, his tone deep and dominant making you swallow a whine as you spread your legs wider and he settled between them with a smirk.

He kissed your covered sex and you let out a low moan, his mouth traveled to your inner thighs, biting and kissing at the flesh, driving you insane.

“Please…” You begged, grabbing at his hair and he hummed.

“So desperate” He said against your skin, grasping your panties and pulling them down. You gasped at the cold air hitting your dripping core and he groaned at the sight.

He cupped your whole cunt with his hand, making your hips buck up into his touch and a low moan left your throat.

“Beautiful” He whispered and gave your thigh one last kiss. “Tell me if it's too much, okay?” He said and your heart melted.

“Okay” You breathed out and he smiled up at you. He took his hand away and you almost frowned when his lips wrapped around your clit and you moaned, bucking your hips against his mouth.

He smirked against you and put one hand over your hips to hold you still as he did wonders against your cunt. His tongue eating you out as if you were his last meal, ripping loud moans from your throat.

“Oh, fuck” You moaned, pulling at his hair “Sam– God” He hummed and groaned against your pussy sending jolts of pleasure through you.

He teased your hole with his finger, slowly entering you and stretching you out, hooking up and rubbing right at that spot and you moaned loudly.

“Jesus, fuck, right there– Shit” A string of curses left your mouth and he grinned proudly, adding another finger to your torture, making you cry out, his name slipping out of your lips.

You felt the knot inside of you tighten, your pussy clenching around his fingers and Sam knew you were about to cum.

“Cum for me, doll” He said and quickened his movements against you and your moans got louder.

“Fuck!” You groaned loudly as you finally came against his lips, your orgasm hitting you like a truck, your eyes closing in bliss, your fingers tightening in Sam's hair.

He helped you ride your orgams until the stimulation got almost painful and you started to try and close your legs.

“T'much, Sam–” You moaned and he pulled away, your juices shining against his face as he got up from his knees and grasped your waist tightly, smashing his lips against you, the foreign taste of yourself lingering on his tongue as he attacked your mouth.

“Taste as sweet as you look” He praises and you smirked.

You glance down at his still covered legs and crotch, the tent in his pants looked almost painful and you bit your lip. He noticed that and took you in his arms again, wrapping your legs around his hips, making your sensitive core grind against his jeans and you whined.

“As much as I'd like to bend you over that table and fuck you senseless” He said, getting closer to your ear and whispering: “I want to fuck you on a bed to see your cockdrunk face when I make you cum”

You shivered, not expecting these words coming out of his mouth and you attacked his neck with kisses and bites.

“My bedroom is down the hall, on the right” You mumbled against his skin, breathless, and he carried you to the room, his hands squeezing and digging in your ass as you continued marking his skin.

He gently placed you on the bed, kissing your lips hungrily and you led one of your hands down to his crotch, palming him through his jeans and he pulled away from your lips to groan, his forehead against yours.

“Fuck me, Sam” You breathed out and he kissed you one last time before standing up and unbuckling his belt and opening his zipper, dropping his pants to the ground and taking off his shoes.

You were staring, eating him with your eyes as he took off his boxers teasingly slow, stepping out of them and looking at your face for a reaction.

Your mouth watered and your pussy clenched around nothing. He was big. You expected him to be large, he was tall after all but you still were very shocked and wondered if you'd be able to take it all.

Sam seemed to notice your worries and grasped your chin to give your lips a comforting kiss. He wasn't cocky but he was aware of his size and knew it could be intimidating.

“We'll go slow, baby, if you want to stop, just say” He assured you and you felt all fuzzy and warm on the inside. It was hard to find men that actually cared and it seemed like you hit the jackpot with Sam. You nodded and he crawled over you, smashing your lips against his again.

He rubbed his cock up and down a couple times and lined it up with your entrance making you whine in anticipation. He slowly pushed into you and you pulled away to let your mouth hang open in a soundless moan.

Sam made sure to distract you from the pain, rubbing your thighs up and down and kissing your neck and collarbones. It took everything inside him to not pound into you. You tightened around him deliciously and he pressed his forehead against your shoulder.

“You feel so fucking good Y/N, God” He whisper-moaned against your ear and you hummed, your nails digging into his shoulders, definetly leaving marks to remind him for a couple days of this encounter.

“I feel so full, it feels so good” You moaned breathy as he was almost all the way inside you, his kisses soothing your hot skin, his fingernails marking your hips as he held back to let you adjust to his size once he was all the way inside.

You felt him in your throat and it took you a couple of moments to let the pain turn into pleasure and Sam was willing to wait as long as you needed.

When you finally stopped feeling the pain of the stretch you wiggled your hips against his cock and grabbed his cheek to give him a messy kiss.

“You can move, please” You said and he pulled back and forth, both of you moaning at the feeling, his dick hitting deeper than you thought was possible.

“Y/N” Sam moans against your shoulder, his strokes inside you making his whole body tremble with the tightness. His hand roams down your body until it reaches your lower stomach. He presses his hand down against your skin and you moan loudly. He grins, his breathing heavy as his hair makes a curtain around his face.

“Oh– fucking God!” You practically scream, your eyes rolling back as your nails scratch at his shoulder. He felt impossibly deeper and he quickened his thrusts, your whole body going limp and your mouth letting out incoherent babbles and moans of his name.

He was panting as he held himself up in his elbows to look at your fucked out face, kissing your cheeks and your lower lip.

“You look so pretty like this” He said against your skin as he kept his thrusts steady and deep. "I told you I wanted to look at your pretty face...when you came undone under me."

You felt your skin tingle, your body trembling and that familiar feeling on the pit of your stomach like a fire lighting up.

"The looks you were giving me..." He groaned against your skin, his hips sttutering as his orgasm came closer "I wanted to make those beautiful eyes roll back the moment I saw you" He admitted, giving your neck a harsh bite, definetly leaving a mark.

“Sam!” You moaned out, your hand tangling itself into his hair. “I'm cumming” You warned and he quickened his pace and your head shot back, exposing your throat to him.

“Cum for me beautiful” He said, leaving a hickey just below your jaw.

You unraveled below him with a loud moan of his name, your heels digging into his ass. A few more thrusts and Sam pulled out, stroking his cock one, two, three times until he came over your stomach, groaning and panting your name.

You looked at his face, sweat sticking some hairs on his face, his eyes closed, mouth agape and his hair a mess thanks to your hands.

You smiled in a daze and traced your fingers over his face and he opened his eyes, catching you already looking back at him. He leaned down and kissed you passionately for a couple seconds until he pulled away and stood up to go to your bathroom.

He came back with a wet towel to clean you up, gentle in your sensitive sex then he left the towel on the bathroom sink and layed down on the bed beside you again, pulling you into his chest and kissing the crown of your head.

You hummed as he wrapped his arms around you, massaging your sore muscles.

“That was…” You said, not finishing. No words were able to describe what you felt.

“Yeah, it was” He confirmed, smiling.

You snuggled into his chest, your hand tracing mindless patterns against his skin. Then you started to chuckle and he looked down at you.

“What?” He said with a hint of a laugh behind his tone.

“Your brother must be pissed” You said between laughs and he started to laugh too, feeling his chest vibrating against your cheek as his hand stroked your upper arm.

“I don't care, this, you, was worth it” He said and you looked up at him with a shy smile, not knowing what else to say.

After a while of silence between the two of you you started to think a bit.

“You're leaving town soon, right?” You asked and he hummed an affirmation. You hid your frown from him. “You're welcome back anytime, you know that, right?"

You said but didn't look at his face when you felt him looking down at you and he squeezed your arm as if to say I know.

You started to fall asleep against his steady breathing, your eyes heavy.

As you were almost sleeping you felt him leave a kiss on your forehead.

“I will” He whispered and you smiled to yourself, letting yourself fall asleep in his embrace.

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