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MESMERIZED ✦ KEEGAN P. RUSS

✦ about: keegan is mesmerized with you since he first met you ♡

✦ content: NSFW +18, virgin!reader, afab reader, blood, guns & death mentions, panic attacks, misogyny

✦ a.n: the boots i kinda imagined are the moonboots!

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in the sun-kissed landscapes of italy, you, with your captivating charm and surprising intelligence, was dealing with a meeting with very higher ups in the politic world, things were going so far so good.

that was until your boss, a figure whom you trusted very much, revealed to you the news. a deployment to russia as a military translator.

nervous feelings ran down your spine, not from the revelation of a new challenge, but from the anticipation of russia’s frigid embrace. most of the time, you were assigned to help translate in missions involving trafficking, drugs, dark stuff like that. and having to translate for the “bad guys” involved them being not so nice to you. mostly because they don’t like a woman all up on their dark buisness.

nevertheless, you knew you were going to be protected, and the military people have never treated you wrong.

you prepared your clothes, having to use a bigger backpack due to all the puffy jackets, scarfs, you know, all cold related things. which you do not protest! the colder the weather, the better you can dress.

right now you had a puffy black jacket, warm leggings with a thick skirt attached! it was 100x more comfortable because now your ass didn’t have to feel all the cold seats anymore. and of course your puffy boots, thick beige fur covering the boots. one thing about you is your feet were always cold, making you use like 3 layers of socks!

you arrived late night, making the cold even worse but you managed to cover the lower half of your face with your scarf, seriously the cold was so bad in here. as you disembarked from the helicopter, the biting russian cold embraced you, making you shiver involuntarily.

you were greeted warmly by your captain “nice to see you again over here” he smiled warmly “i’m glad too, really missed the artic” he laughed at that, how could he be out here with only a small jacekt?!

he noticed your shivering frame, you thought you were hiding it well, making him start leading you through the snow-covered landscape over to base.

upon entering, all eyes turned towards you – a mix of amazement and curiosity danced in the gaze of your new colleagues, you knew your boots were quite attention catching, probably why everyone kept staring at you.

to say you were pretty was little, it was obvious everyone in the room found you beautiful, but you didn’t pay it any mind, again thinking maybe your boots were standing out a bit too much, not the way your thighs looked so good with the skirt on top, but! they would need to get used to see your babies, they were your go-to in cold weather.

however, one pair of eyes stood out, belonging to keegan. he almost looked mesmerized with you. he watched you stride with an unyielding confidence, almost model like, the skirt making your hips move so so pretty, that it was making it hard for him to stop staring at you.

somehow your eyes found his, thanking the heavens you had your scarf covering your cheeks because you were blushing so hard rn, his gaze lingered, an admiring intensity in his eyes that you almost tripped.

only his eyes, a window to the unspoken thoughts within, were visible, making you curious. as his fellow soldier spoke, keegan’s attention remained freezed on you, his focus unyielding, and the words of his comrade fading into the background of his silent admiration.

the spell was broken as soon as the captain opened the door to his office, inviting you in to debrief the mission with you. you were going with keegan’s team to help them gather intel, they were trying to find a very big drug dealer, and you translating, would help them find him faster.

tomorrow morning would be your first mission with them, yet you still didn’t know who keegan was, making it intriguing whom you’d be working with.

captain showed you your room, it was a basic military room, a twin sized bed in the middle, small vanity to your left, a desk in the other size to the room, and a small window, last but not least, your own bathroom.

you pleaded your boss to give you your own bathroom, there was enough experiences a girl can have in a shared bathroom used by men.

you started investigating about who you were translating for tomorrow, loosing the track of time. by the time you finished it was 3 am, making you worry a little, you were leaving tomorrow at 6 am.

you were almost going to bed when your stomach rumbled, making you internally groan, you knew that if you didn’t sleep, insomnia would make its way to you.

rolling your eyes you went to the kitchen, you thought everyone was asleep rn, so you paid no mind yo your outfit, a small cropped sweatshirt, leggings and fluffy slippers.

you were about to eat your slice of bread with jam when a sudden voice made you drop it to the washer “can’t sleep?” “jesus fuck!” you swore you felt your heart stop for a second, you never saw anyone in here!

you turned around to see the same guy from before, keegan, who just stared at you, seated in a chair with a book in his hands, it almost looked like he was trying to contain his laugh.

“what’s wrong with you!” you said with a smile laughing, he probably saw your bread jump to the washer “me? nothing, was just asking” he said it so proud of himself “how do you even read with all the lights off?” by now you had turned to him, still by the counter “i wasn’t reading, i was drinking tea” “oh” you never saw the cup of tea beside the book silly you.

“just know you ruined my dinner” you said pouting “and you asked my what’s wrong with me” he said scoffing “oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t eat late at night” “no i do princess, just not a bread with jam at 3 in the morning” his nickname made you stop your breath for a second, deciding to pay no mind to it “but you do you princess” he was by your side now, putting his cup of tea in the washer, until you saw him freeze next to you, there was small light coming from outside, oh yea, you had no bra on.

he could see see your breasts, your nipples to be precise, under your sweatshirt, practically begging to be touched, your sweatshirt was so small it had ridden up just a tiny bit when you were making your dinner, making keegan see a small part of your under breast.

“princess” keegan suddenly moved closer to you, making you see his eyes better, revealing a captivating shade of blue, a mesmerizing hue that held a subtle warmth within its cool depths, caught your attention.

his gaze, unwavering in its intensity, sent a gentle warmth through you, leaving a blush on your cheeks again, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection forged in that shared moment.

“you still don’t know my name” which was true making you ask for it, when he said it, he saw the realization in your eyes “oh! i’m working with you in the next mission” you said a bit breathlessly “glad to have you with us” you could see the deep appreciation for you in his eyes.

keegan had heard about you, he knew of your well-regarded reputation as a translator, held a silent acknowledgment of the confidentiality that shrouded your professional endeavors.

in the subtle lines of his expression, you could see respect for the enigma that surrounded you, a recognition that spoke volumes without uttering a single word. “thank you” you said, he just nodded to you, he was so close to you now you could feel his chest, and his chest could feel your nipples. you just held your breath keeping eye contact with him “well, princess, you must get your sleep, i won’t keep you up” you were in a trance when he moved, snapping you out of it “goodnight keegan” you said in a small voice. keegan smiled behind his mask.

ever since then, a connection quietly unfolded between you and keegan. it initially started as him being a distant observer, he always kept his eyes on you everywhere you went, even more when you were speaking russian towards the males, you held such confidence with you he was deeply allured with you.

his presence evolved into a silent shield, a comforting assurance amidst the unfamiliarity of a foreign land. he may couldn’t understand russian, but he sure as hell could see the body language and the tones they were speaking to you.

everytime he could sense any sort of verbal assault at you, his steely gaze fixed upon the adversaries with an intensity that spoke volumes, as well as his hidden raised gun;), sensing the weight of his silent threat, they found themselves silenced. even though you had no idea he was threatening them behind you.

you always knew keegan had your back, and silently thanked him for it. as the time passed, you felt keegan more protective of you, and you more attentive of him, you two were almost all the time together.

there were moments, a shared smile in the midst of icy winds, or a wordless understanding in the chaos of a mission, that spoke louder than words. in these instances, his protective instinct manifested – a steady hand guiding you through the challenges, a silent assurance that you were not alone. metaphorically as well as physically.

his interactions evolved into a touch that carried a warmth beyond mere protection. his gestures, once purely professional, became tinged with an affectionate familiarity.

a guiding hand on the small of your back during a mission briefing or a reassuring touch on your shoulder in moments of uncertainty, each contact seemed to convey a connection that lingered beyond the realm of your relationship.

these touches carried a feeling of something more, a silent language of shared emotions between you and him. in the hushed moments when his hand lingered a second longer than necessary or the gentle squeeze that accompanied a reassuring smile.

in the dim glow of the base's common area, keegan’s touches continued to weave a tapestry of unspoken connection. a shared moment over a map had his fingers brushing against yours, the contact lingering for a heartbeat longer than required, it was practically normal for you to be blushing around him now.

during a particularly challenging mission, his arm found its way around your shoulders, a protective embrace in the face of caos. in that moment you just wanted to be beside him all the time, you felt safe around him.

there was also a time in which keegan was behind you, listening to what you would be doing, until he felt rather not okay with what you were supposed to do. he suddenly put his hand discreetly on your waist, and the other arm in front of your chest, his hand subtly telling “no”

“she’s with us, meaning we protect her, what you’re saying is risky for her, she won’t do it” you felt warmth on your chest. you have never experienced this, the other teams you had been were never this attentive with you. it was a weird emotion for you, you were used to always seek for yourself.

in the quiet of the nights, a shared gaze held more than words could express. keegan’s hand, a reassuring presence, sought yours across the table, fingers intertwining with yours, squeezing your fingers every now and then. he did that more times than you could count.

the line between friendship and something deeper became increasingly blurred, leaving both of you suspended in the uncharted territory of unspoken emotions.

the endearing term "princess" slipped from his lips almost all the time, a word you loved hearing from him even though you never tell him. it became a private language, whether in the midst of a mission or during quiet evenings, the endearment echoed, making you warm inside all the time.

keegan’s feelings had transcended the boundaries of friendship, evolving into a profound connection that bordered into almost being in love with you.

his gaze, once intense, now carried a softness that showed a deep admiration, a mesmerizing allure that held him captivated in your presence.

his eyes just seemed to follow you everywhere, absorbing every detail of you, every facet of your being, as if etching your essence into his soul.

the desire to be with you became a palpable force, an unspoken longing that lingered in the spaces between conversations. the way his fingers sought yours, the way he leaned in, just a fraction closer than necessary – each action seemed to fluster you more and more.

you too couldn’t deny it, you felt drawn to him, but even with the warmth of his company and shared moments, there was a bit of confusion.

your feelings were kind of mixed up, wanting to connect with him but also feeling unsure about it. it’s like a struggle between what your heart wants and what your head is thinking.

you just don’t know how to respond to him :(

figuring out your own feelings became a bit like wandering through a maze, with no clear destination.

being close to keegan made you feel good, but accepting his love brought its own set of uncertainties. you tried taking things one step at a time, trying to make sense of your own heart and the budding feelings between you two.

until you just couldn’t anymore

you were in a very heated meeting with keegan, as always, behind you, talking to a very dangerous person, in a very dangerous place, at any moment now something could happen, making you feel on edge all the time there. you felt keegan’s hand hold your shoulder softly, reminding you he is here with you.

in the middle of the conversation, you saw in less than a second the man’s eyes change, from angry, to weirdly happy, like he was going to be free from all this interrogation. you were confused, until you heard it.

bullets and bullets and more bullets echoed in the building, as well as some passing through the windows in the small office you were. in a second keegan had moved you, shielding you from any possible damage

you heard him speak to the captain, the captain said they were under attack, making difficult to get out of there. you were alone inside with keegan and the man, he was tied to the table though, so you weren’t worried he would escape.

keegan held you behind his back, opening the door and checking if it was safe to go out. he made a clear sign and went to the right side. you were shaking of fear, you could hear explosions all over the place, the shaking of the floor, bullets everywhere, it was crazy.

suddenly a man spawned out of nowhere pulling keegan and tried stabbing him.

the military gave you a gun before you left, you had basic military training, knew how to use a gun, yet never needed to. but seeing keegan almost being stabbed made you react on instinct, you pulled your gun in less than a second and shoot the bastard. keegan’s was free from the man’s arm and shot another bullet between his head.

you just stood there, the adrenaline was making it hard to process what just happened, but you could feel your body trembling with fear, you may have possibly just killed a man. you’ve never done that in your life.

keegan saw the fear in your eyes “princess, hey, i need you to focus on me” keegan’s grabbed your face, you stared at him, worry clear in your eyes “you saved me and you’re a fucking badass for that” keegan’s appreciation words dragged you out of the dark thoughts you were falling to.

you both heard footsteps approaching you, making keegan grab your hand, tight, and walked to the other direction, you moved faster than him, adrenaline was making you rushed now, until you were about to move to the other corner of the hallway and saw armed men looking for, you supposed, keegan and you.

you pushed keegan back, startling him for a second, until he could hear the voices. you had a door next to you, keegan opened it and dragged you both inside. it was small, very small, yet enough for hiding. keegan turned you so his back was to the door, always protecting you first.

you on the other hand, was shaking shitless again, you could understand what they were saying, they were here for you, obviously not happy at all that you knew about what they were doing.

keegan once again tried dragging you out of your starting panic attack, he said your name twice trying to get your attention. you looked at him, you were very much fucking scared.

“hey, you’re with me, i won’t let anything happen to you okay?” you felt one of keegan’s hand hold your head softly, the other went to your back. you then realized he was hugging you, you were so close to each other he didn’t even need to moved you closer. you moved your hands to hold his back too, resting your head on his shoulder.

in the middle of the chaotic circumstances, keegan emerged as your anchor, his presence became the grounding point that helped you survive this.

it was then when it hit you, the realization, the profound connection that resonated beyond words. attempting to utter his name, you found your voice stifled by anxiety, your very core trembling with fear.

keegan, ever perceptive, tightened his hold around you, a silent reassurance.

as the threat passed by your door, keeping your mouth shut became a necessity, not just for the mission at hand but also to guard the burgeoning emotions inside you.

after a few minutes, you could hear them muffled, meaning they were far. keegan opened the door, still holding you, and looked out, he saw that it was clear “let’s go princess”

the next few minutes was you and keegan trying to get out of here, it was almost like a maze, the explosions seemed to calm down as well as the bullets. but there was still people looking for you.

you were about to turn to your left when a hand grabbed you from your neck, choking you, you tried to scream, but the man was fast, he suddenly pushed you to the wall, punching you in the face, almost breaking your nose, but you moved just in time your face, hitting you in the cheek.

you suddenly remembered you had a gun, you pulled it out, raising it fast to the middle of his head and shot him quick.

it was ugly, scary, and it glued you to your spot, all his blood soaked you, yet his hold on you loosened, making the man fall to your shoulder, surely staining your coat.

you were so fucking scared you thanked the lord keegan grabbed the man and lunched him to the wall behind.

you were again almost in shock, but keegan was in front of you fast “come on baby, we need to leave this hell” keegan kept dragging you, your body fully trusting him, because you were going into shock now.

you saw light, and finally you were out, a few dead people scattered on the ground, not helping you at all.

it until you saw the familiar humvee you felt slight ease. everyone saw your state, blood soaking all your face, dripping all over your coat. quite a sight. keegan just shakes his head to his teammates, silently telling them that you needed space now.

the soldiers admired you, even cared for you after all this time, it was clear seeing you like this worried them, but they trusted keegan, and they know you trust keegan too.

keegan helped you up the humvee, sitting next to you, you felt him whispering beside you “you okay?” you just nodded taking a small ragged breath, wiping your nose. you felt disgusting, you could feel the man’s blood dripping down your nose, the need to shower was strong right now.

keegan just softly held your hand, squeezing it to help you ground yourself, but you just couldn’t, you were so bloody anxious right now you couldn’t stop moving your leg up and down.

keegan felt it, slightly worried about you, he knew you’ve never been in combat before, let alone kill someone. you felt his hand slowly let go of yours, and put it on top of your thigh, making you halt your movements.

he kept it there slightly above your knee, massaging a little, not daring to move his hand up higher.

the ride to base was just the captain talking to someone on the radio, other than that, it was silent.

as soon as you arrived to base, you hurried out of the humvee, and fast towards the barracks, feeling the weight of the mission on your shoulders. you desperately needed the shower.

keegan stayed by the humvee, not following you right away. he stood there, giving you room. he could understand the impact of what just happened, and knew letting you calm down first was a good idea.

the letting you calm down time meant maybe you would come out of your room later, but now, it was 11:45 pm, and keegan was more than worried about you now. he had no idea you were still in the shower, living the past event over and over in your head.

you just couldn’t erase the image from your brain, just seeing the man’s eyes go lifeless in front of you, it was such a crazy thing to look at, and you weren’t dealing with it very okay.

you felt dirty, even though you cleaned your body more than twice. you had lost the track of time, you were so inside your brain you forgot to eat something. your stomach begging for food now, making you feel nauseous.

you just put on a brown long sleeve sweatshirt with some random leggings. you knew it was last midnight now, making it easier for you, you didn’t want to see anyone right now.

keegan, on the verge of heading to your room, noticed you entering the kitchen. your eyes were red, and your nose was puffy – the signs of tears evident. the concern on his face deepened as he observed the aftermath of emotions that had washed over you. he paused, recognizing the fragility in your demeanor, reconsidering whether to approach and offer comfort in this vulnerable moment.

spotting keegan in the kitchen, you froze in place. your hair, still damp, added a chill to the atmosphere, and a subtle shiver ran through you. keegan stood there, his worry evident in his eyes. the unspoken concern made you feel a twinge of guilt for disappearing, realizing the impact it had on him.

feeling the wave of emotions crash over you once again, tears welled up, and sobs escaped despite your efforts. a whispered "i'm sorry" escaped your lips, muffled by your trembling hand pressed against your mouth. the vulnerability laid bare.

in an instant, keegan was by your side. dressed in a simple black sweatshirt and cargo pants, he became your anchor once again.

his chest against your trembling form, you held him tight, as if seeking solace in the warmth of his presence. his hands gently cradled your head and waist, offering a silent reassurance, “nothin’ to be sorry about princess” you could feel his deep voice rumble in his chest “it’s okay”

his hand now gently petting your hair as you clung to him. between sobs, you began to express the guilt weighing on your chest. "i feel so bad for leaving like that" you admitted, the words punctuated by shaky breaths.

the shock of your actions you did a while ago lingered, casting a shadow on your thoughts. the vulnerability in sharing your feelings with keegan felt both liberating and daunting. it was a bad habit of yours, disappear whenever you felt any emotion that wasn’t happiness. it was normal to you:( even if it’s been more than 12 hours since you last emerged from your room.

keegan’s voice, calm and reassuring, cut through the heaviness of the moment. "it's okay," he whispered, his hand still tenderly stroking your hair. "you're here now, and that's what matters."

a flicker of strength ignited within you, and you stood a little taller, you pressed a tender kiss on keegan’s cheek, your hand lingering on his face for a heartbeat. his eyes held an unspoken love, you could see it clearly now.

keegan’s question for the kiss hung in the air, a gentle curiosity evident in his gaze. you felt his mask close and his breaths deepen, you took a moment, meeting his intense eyes. "it’s a thank you," you said softly, "for always protecting me."

his response was a tightening of the embrace, bringing you even closer. his face, now near yours, held an intensity matched by the deep breaths he took. in a rough voice deep with emotion, he confessed, "you driving me fucking crazy." the admission hung in the air, your cheeks flushing furiously.

a playful challenge danced in your eyes as you maintained intense eye contact. "what if you show me how much I drive you crazy?" you suggested, your doe eyes locked onto his.

a groan escaped him as he dropped his head to your shoulder. laughter bubbled from you, but your breath hitched as keegan shifted, causing your sweatshirt to ride up slightly. the short length and absence of a bra made you almost flash him your right breast.

keegan could feel it, in fact, he could feel your nipples pressed on him since he hugged you, making his pants feel tighter.

you felt keegan’s hand move up, near your breast, starting to massage there, making you blush furiously “may i remind you were are still in public keegan” you didn’t want anyone walk in on keegan almost touching your breasts, in the middle of the kitchen.

startling you in a swift motion, he lifted you off the ground, his strong hold on your bum leaving you feeling both surprised and strangely like jelly inside, and before you could voice your concerns, he began walking towards your room.

you were silently screaming at him about the possibility of getting caught, but keegan just tightened his hold on you more like squeezing your booty, effectively silencing you.

the situation didn't seem to faze him as he navigated the corridors, your protests muted in the intensity of the moment. the world outside seemed to fade away as keegan carried you and opened your door, leaving behind a trail of laughter and a flutter of unspoken excitement.

you thought he was going to drop you now, but no! he just went to your bed, and dropped you, making you bounce and laugh at what he just did “such a romantic” keegan just held the back of your legs and dragged you near his cock.

that motion made your shirt roll up, now showing him your bare breasts. you widened your eyes a little, but keegan looked like he was more enamored by you now “what a fucking sight i have” he couldn't help but revel in the intimate view of you beneath him. your eyes, filled with affection, locked onto his, radiating a warmth that mirrored the depth of your connection.

the air thickened with tension, and keegan couldn't ignore the tightening in his pants, a physical response to the emotional intimacy and the allure of the moment. “look how you make me feel princess” you could feel it, near your cunt, his big cock, making a big tent in his pants.

you just couldn’t anymore, you rolled your hips up a little, the sensation almost made you cum on the spot, but keegan just made a noise of disapproval “nuh uh, let me have my time with my princess yeah?” you blushed even more when keegan took a hold of your hips, and slowly moved his hands up, dying to touch your breasts.

when his hands finally felt them, he was on cloud 9. they were so soft and moldeable in his hands he could feel precum leaking from his cock. keegan lowered himself close your breasts, rolled his mask up, and licked your nipple making you moan.

he started sucking on your nipple like a man starved, while the other hand groped your other breast, pinching your nipple and rolling it between his fingers. you were panting, his hands were god sent, as well as his mouth.

that’s when you felt the sudden urge to kiss him. and you couldn’t wait anymore. feeling the magnetic pull, you took charge, gently dragging his face upward to meet yours. in a bold move, your lips crashed against his, a collision of desire and longing.

a sound of contentment escaped keegan, emotions flowing between you like an electric current. the world outside the moment ceased to exist as the intensity of the kiss spoke volumes, an unspoken exchange of emotions and desires woven into the fabric of that stolen, passionate embrace.

keegan deepened the kiss even more, angling your head better, he was heaven sent. in the heat of the kiss, your hands, seemingly of their own accord, found their way to his mask. it became an unconscious exploration, a touch laden with curiosity. unexpectedly, keegan broke the kiss, startling you, and swiftly snatched away his mask.

in the soft glow of the small light, his face was revealed, and you found yourself enraptured by the sight of him.

"you’re so beautiful" the words slipped from your lips almost involuntarily. a deep resonance of satisfaction echoed in keegan’s chest, and without a moment's hesitation, he dragged you up. seated on his knees, you found yourself straddling him, his hands on your waist and bum, fondling with it making you whine, as your lips met again in a deep, intoxicating kiss, yet you felt needy.

involuntarily you moved your hips, grinding right on his cock, making him groan deeply “fuck baby, you’re going to make me cum” knowing he was as aroused as you made you feel even more needy, making you grind your hips even more.

keegan’s hand took a hold of your hips, making you stop your movements. you whined again, even surprising you, you’ve never met this side of you, so needy of someone.

keegan's touch on your face was soft, almost reverent. he spoke with a gentle intensity, "i want to worship you. let me." the request hung in the air, and you, captivated by the depth of his gaze, agreed with a simple nod.

with deliberate tenderness, keegan laid you back onto the bed, his hands moving to the fabric of your clothes. He began with your sweatshirt, each movement deliberate and unhurried, as if unraveling the layers of vulnerability and desire between you two. as he raised your sweatshirt up, his hands once again touched your breasts, making you moan lowly.

keegan just smirked, having removed your sweatshirt, he then proceeded to shed his own shirt. the unveiling of his toned body drew an involuntary blush to your cheeks. his eyes caught yours, and a playful smile graced his lips.

"like what you see?" he teased, the husky timbre of his voice adding a layer of seduction to the moment. the air hung heavy with anticipation as you met his gaze, your response a silent affirmation that echoed in the space between you two.

keegan, still holding your gaze with an intensity that spoke volumes, continued his deliberate exploration. his hands, deft and unhurried, moved to your leggings.

with tenderness, he peeled them away, revealing more of your vulnerability. the room seemed to pulse with shared desire as each layer of clothing fell away, creating an intimate tapestry of connection between you and Keegan.

you were only with your panties on now, and keegan with his grey boxers, not hiding anything, making you slightly anxious, he looked very big, and you’ve never done this before.

a sudden realization gripped you, and you couldn't help but say, "wait" keegan, on the verge of sliding your panties off, halted immediately, his expression shifting to one of concern.

nervously, you confessed, "i’ve never done this before." the vulnerability in your admission hung in the air, an unspoken plea for understanding and patience. the room, once charged with desire, now held a new layer of intimacy.

keegan, surprised by your revelation, felt a renewed sense of responsibility. he looked into your eyes, the desire tempered with understanding, and reassured you, "i’ll go slow. we’ll take it at your pace."

his words carried a gentle promise, a commitment to make you feel at ease in this intimate moment. keegan then slowly slide your panties off, your cunt now bare and displayed in front of him. keegan just stared at it for a second, absolutely beautiful he thought; all shiny with your slick, begging for some attention. and who was he to deny it.

one thing about keegan, he loved foreplay, and you, you liked it too, but he’s made you cum twice! fingers and tongue involved, you weren’t complaining, but you really wanted his cock now.

from where you were, you could see his boxer stained with precum, making you whine, you were past needy now “i need you keegan, please” keegan heard the whiny tone from you, making his cock even more hard.

“such a needy princess aren’t you” keegan swiftly removed his boxers down, his cock sprang free on his stomach. your mouth was watering just seeing it. it was big, veiny and thick.

you didn’t think it, you were on all 4s now, keegan was looking behind dropping his boxer when he felt your mouth on his cock, making him hiss loud as well as whined “fuck princess, what are you doing?” you could hear his voice strained, like he was containing himself.

you didn’t answer, it was your first time doing this, yet you felt confident when you swallowed almost his whole cock down your throat, making keegan’s hands grab your head, pushing you deeper, making his eyes roll back.

“who taught you this?” he was a panting mess now, you kept bobbing your head up and down, using your angelic hands to grab his balls, swollen with his cum, massaging them, making keegan go all over the edge.

he didn’t warn you, just grabbed your head dragging it all the way down, thrusting his big cock down your throat, moaning loud. you decided to look at him then, giving your best puppy eyes you could, making keegan mesmerized with you, you could see all his reactions from here, his stomach clenching, his mouth panting, and his eyes full of love.

“i’m gonna cum love” you felt keegan trying to move his cock out of your mouth, but you just grabbed his hips, pushed them to you, and moving your tongue around his veiny cock.

keegan cummed on the spot, thick white ropes of cum going all the way down your throat, you as the princess you are, swallowed it whole, keeping your hand on his balls, feeling them clench everytime he cummed.

you were sure keegan was about to pass out now, that was the hardest orgasm he’s ever felt.

his desire was evident in the intensity of his gaze, deciding to take charge. his hands gently grasped your head, lifting you slightly making you put your hands on his big muscular chest. a deep, intense kiss ensued, each meeting of your lips sending a shiver through your body.

keegan murmured a sweet praise, "you’re such a beautiful good girl aren’t you?" he was still in his post orgasmic state, making you laugh a little, but this man had a very strong stamina.

you could feel his cock hard again in between your stomach making you put your hand on top of his slit. he bucked his hips a little “come on now” he said with a strained voice “let me make you feel good” desire evident in his voice.

keegan laid you down on the bed, moving your thighs open, letting your cunt once open to him. keegan not waisting a second now, aligned his cock with your cunt, dragging it up and down your folds “stop teasing keegan” you said pouting.

it took you by surprise when you felt his tip in your entrance, making you stop your breath for a second, keegan was smirking now, how easy it was to shut your needy ass up.

“i’ll go slow yeah? you tell me if it too much princess” keegan started sliding his thick cock insided your virgin cunt, it felt weird, a slight burn everytime he slide deeper.

keegan on the other hand was in awe, he saw your cunt swallowing his cock inside, inch by inch, your puffy clit at view too. in a second keegan had his hand on your clit, slowly circling it, making you moan, allowing his cock to slide further.

once he bottomed, he stayed there, he was still on his knees, allowing him a beautiful view. you had your knees next to your breasts, his cock swallowed by your cunt, your face flushed.

he couldn’t wait anymore, keegan dropped his forearms next to your head, and started grinding his cock inside your cunt. you felt so full, and him grinding was almost hitting your womb, making you moan loudly. “keegan you’re so deep” you said frowning from pleasure, your nails were on his big muscular biceps, hanging on for dear life.

“does it feel good?” “very fucking good” you said moaning the last word, keegan had his head hidden on your neck, his pace now a bit faster, balls hitting your ass everytime he thrusted, the skin to skin slapping sound resonating all over your room, creating such an erotic scene.

keegan then raised his head and kissed you deeply, his hand holding your head softly, you could feel him even deeper now. he had you on a mating press, his chest squeezing your breasts making your nipples stand out even more “you feel so fucking good princess” “this cunt belongs to me yeah” “you’re all fucking mine”

keegan kept saying this small praises everytime he thrusted, but what made your orgasm come quick was when he said you were his. yes you were. you were his since you met him. he was there for you ever since then, always by his side, always his.

“y-yes i am” keegan’s intense gaze was on you now “i’m yours keegan, all yours” he hit a particular spot inside you that you saw stars, moaning loud “say that again princess” “i’m yours” keegan was about to cum just from hearing you say that.

“and you’re all mine” you kissed him hard when you said that. keegan never thought you were the possessive type, yet when he heard you say that, you could say he fell in love even deeper “you’re all fucking mine keegan” you started meeting his thrusts with your hips, your clit rubbing with his stomach making your orgasm come fast.

keegan could feel it, you were clenching stronger now, almost making him stop his movements “you cumming princess?” that goddamn nickname was going to be the death of you “i want to cum with you”

your needy voice made keegan tighten his hold on you, and thrust deeper, and slower. keegan grabbed your face and kissed you, his other hand rubbing your clit. making you cum hard.

keegan cummed in an instant too, feeling your cunt clenching around his cock too, your orgasm so hard you closed your eyes. he cummed inside you, sliding even further, letting all his cum coat your walls with him. only him.

he stayed there for a while, letting you come down from the high. you were breathing hard, his cock now softening inside you, yet you didn’t want him to come out yet.

you used your feet to hit him on the hips, making him slide a bit more “stay here for a while” keegan caught the message, you wanted to cuddle. with him still inside you.

you were a sucker for cuddles, and touch starved. so when keegan laid down, still inside you, and dragged you almost on top of him, you felt shivers down your spine.

as keegan’s arms enveloped you in a tender embrace, a warmth spread through you, reaching the neglected corners of your soul. the gentle cradle of his arms was a stark contrast to the void you hadn’t realized existed, a reminder of the absence of such intimate touch in your life.

his arms forming a protective cocoon around you, fingers tracing soothing patterns on your back. the rise and fall of his chest against your back mirrored the rhythm of shared breaths, creating a serene melody.

it wasn't just the physical closeness; it was the profound sense of being seen and held, a silent promise that in his arms, you were cherished and safe.

a few minutes had passed when you felt keegan sitting up, you as well on his lap, making you pout “don’t make that face” he said condescending “i need to clean you up yeah?”

keegan carried you all the way down your bathroom, again, still inside you, and seated you on the counter. he took a really long look to your breasts. such beautiful breasts just sitting there, making him want to hold them again.

“enjoying the view” you said in a proud tone, keegan just moved his eyes to your face and laid a small kiss to your cheek. you started feeling how keegan slid his now soft cock out your cunt, once it was all out, he just stayed there, looking at both your cunt and his cock “look at the mess you made love”

his cock was full of his cum, and yours, you felt all his cum slide out of your cunt, now on the counter, the sight making keegan’s cock start hardening again, and you saw that as well.

you just stared at him, beautiful doe eyes, and grabbed his cock. “can’t get tired of this cock huh?” you just smiled, stood up, and dragged him to the shower. that was the best shower sex you’ve ever had.

after the shower, keegan was behind you like a lost puppy, just wanting to be near you, touching your waist, squishing it, as well as your bum, all while you were doing your small skin care.

and on bed? keegan was even more cuddly than you! he said, scratch that, obliged you to be the little spoon. now you had his beautiful face right next to you, his hand drawing small circles in your waist, going near your breasts to tease you, your legs tangled beneath the sheets. you could get used to this.

“so, for how long have i driven you crazy?” keegan heard the cheekiness in your voice, you probably knew keegan was head over heels for you, acting all dumb to torture him, making keegan groan behind you “i’m going to keep it with for a while”

you laughed, putting your hands on top of the one that was on your waist, dragging it near your lips, planting a soft kiss there. when you kissed his hand, an unexpected tenderness surged within him, like a flood of warmth.

in response, he hid his face against your neck, as if to shield himself from the cascade of emotions, laying a few kisses here and there. you really could get used to this.

♡

AHHHHHH the end ;’[ i love fluff, was deciding if splitting this into chapters but i got carried away and made it a one shot jiji

hope u liked it!

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borahaerhy · 1 year

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Dealer (8) - myg

Summary: Your boyfriend seemed like a dream come true: always wanting to be around you, making sure you would get home safe, never taking his hands off you. These little comforts became your whole world, and then the only thing you were allowed to have left in the world. Luckily, your boyfriends drug dealer turned out to be a much nicer guy.

Pairing: DrugDealer!Yoongi x Female!Reader

Genre: Mafia/drug kingpin au, Y/N coming from nothing, found family, Eventual smut

Warnings: Slow chapter, Yoongi and Y/n sharing a room, a lot of people blaming themselves, Everyone questions Jimin's motives and Jimin questions everyone else's, protective Yoongi (Kinda subtle but will progressively get less subtle), mentions of death, just a lil unaliving, Jungkook being homeless and also being a little bit of a badass ngl.

Word count: 2.9k

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Note: If you are sensitive or triggered by abusive relationships or manipulation in any way, please do not read this fic, it can be very triggering. It will also be referenced that Y/n used to self harm, and has self-harm scars. This is fic is going to cover a lot of intense topics, and there will be a lot of drugs.

The escape plan seemed to go off without a hitch, everyone rushing to follow Jin’s car rather than yours.

You had spent the past several hours crammed in the backseat of the tiny car with Jimin beside you, Jungkook and Yoongi in the front seats as the extreme tinting was limited to the back windows.

Jungkook was doing exactly as Jin had told him to: you had been taking a very leisurely route and stayed away from any main roads; but no one really dared to speak. Jungkook was his usual brooding self, and Yoongi seemed to mimic his energy; although it was apparent that he was significantly more anxious than Jungkook was.

Jimin was also quiet, brows scrunched and arms crossed as he appeared to be in deep thought, and you didn’t dare break the silence before someone else did.

Hours went by like this before Jungkook pulled into what was obviously a small family-run Inn that you guys came across in the local area. He wordlessly exited the vehicle and walked in to get you checked in. He came out a few minutes later and parked the car around the back of the building.

“It’s flu season,” Jungkook finally spoke, pulling two face masks out of the glove box of the car and handed them back to you and Jimin. “You should cover up.

“Two rooms, twelve and thirteen, Jimin’s with me in twelve, you two in thirteen,” Jungkook’s voice was authoritative but quiet as he handed Yoongi the room key.

The four of you wordlessly went to your rooms, entering the building through the back exit where there weren’t any cameras. You and Jimin exchanged one final glance before you went into different rooms, Yoongi and Jungkook closing and latching the doors behind them.

You collapsed on the bed closest to the door, thankful to finally be stationary again, especially after so many hours completely unable to sleep.

“How are you feeling?” He cleared his throat, his words having come out rough. You sat up on the bed, crossing your legs before you looked up at him. He stood at the desk as he faced the wall, his hands clutched on the edge of it as he hunched over, resting his weight onto it with his head hung low.

“Okay, I guess,” He nodded his head, sniffing before he stood up properly. “How are you taking all of this?” He almost seemed shocked as he turned around. The only thing he could think about was how hard all of this must’ve been on you; and yet here you were, worried about him.

“I’m not sure,” He smiled softly; the kind of smile that was filled with sadness and uncertainty. You mimicked his smile as he moved over to his own bed, leaning his elbows on his knees as he ran his fingers through his hair.

“What happened?” You asked, not really being able to hold back your curiosity anymore. He looked up at you, brows slightly furrowed. “When I was in the room and you guys were going over the plan. And then whenever I was hiding in the cellar,” He nodded his head, still trying to collect his own thoughts.

“Well, the plan was to kidnap and possibly kill Jimin, so I don’t really know what the plan is now,” He paused for a moment, still searching for the words he needed. “But then Jin noticed something, I don’t really know what, but he knew someone was outside the room listening in. We were all handed guns, and I honestly don’t remember much after that until we got down to where you were,” You nodded slowly, looking down at your hands folded neatly in your lap.

“How many people do you think, you know…” You trailed off, still looking down. “Died?” you looked up as you finished, Yoongi’s expression much softer than it was previously. His eyes almost seemed to warm up as they looked at you, searching yours for something as he slowly began shaking his head. He looked down as he stood up and moved over to sit next to you.

“You can’t do that to yourself,” He pulled one of your hands out of your lap and pulled it to his, his long, slender fingers playing with yours gently. “If I tell you any number you’re going to sit there and blame yourself when you had absolutely nothing to do with it.”

“But I did-”

“Park’s the one that sent them, on Zeke’s request; and we’re the ones that pulled the trigger’s. You can’t let yourself take the blame for any of it, Y/n,” You nodded softly, your head hung low as you fought back tears. You could sit here and play the blame game; arguing about who was more at fault but you honestly didn’t have the energy. And Yoongi was right; blaming yourself wouldn’t help your current situation. You had to push it from your thoughts at least for now, while everything was still happening.

You sat in silence for a few more minutes, but your tired and vulnerable state got the better of you. You leaned into Yoongi, resting your head on his shoulder as he moved his arm around you and held your hand gently in his, rubbing his thumb soothingly over your skin.

Across the hall, Jimin and Jungkook had been sitting in silence. Jungkook was on a laptop that looked at least 10 years old and he furiously typed something. Jimin sat and watched him, questions racing through his head.

“Why do you want to help Y/n?” Jimin couldn’t stop himself from asking; he’d only known these guys for a few hours and they all seemed so keen to help her, but he couldn’t help but worry that maybe they had an ulterior motive.

Jungkook stopped typing, his eyes still glued to the screen as his memories took him somewhere else entirely.

Jungkook stopped at the top of the staircase, looking down the daunting dark and narrow passageway before him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath: inhale positivity and exhale negativity or whatever the fuck his sister had been telling him. He did everything he could, there was only so much an unarmed fifteen-year-old could do with a gun pointed in his face. He opened his eyes, as ready as he'd ever be, and began his decent into the damp basement.

“What are you doing back here so early, you’re not due back until the sixteenth,” Jungkook cleared his throat before he began to speak. “Louder please.”

“I was mugged, I only have half the money. They stole the rest of the product before I could move it,” His voice must’ve cracked half a dozen times as he spoke, his voice still soft and nervous. For the first time since he’d entered his office, his boss stopped writing and looked up at him.

“You’re joking, right? Because that’s real funny kid, but if you’re being serious, you don’t want to know what I’d have to do to you,” Jungkook gulped, knowing that he wasn’t someone to be messed with; and he took his money very seriously.

“I-I’ll get you the rest of the money sir, I’m just going to need some time-”

“I need that money by next week, do you understand me, kid? I don’t get to give the same excuse that you just gave me without my head being blown off, so why the hell should I let you off so easy, hmm?” Any relief that had come from his previous breathing exercises was gone and replaced with the most paralyzing fear Jungkook had ever experienced. His eyes widened as his blood ran cold, his heart beating sporadically against his chest so aggressively he swore everyone could see it; hear it, even.

“I’ll get you the money by when you need it, I promise-” his unsteady cracking voice was cut off; the cold familiar barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head.

Jungkook had two options: start crying and definitely get murdered; or try to get out of this and still probably get murdered. He decided on the latter.

Jungkook ducked down swiftly and spun around on his heels. The bullet meant for his head zoomed past milliseconds after he ducked and landed in the chest of his superior, and before anyone could react, Jungkook had knocked the gun out of the mans hands and had it pointed at his head. Fear overtook everyones faces as Jungkook backed them both out of the room, keeping his gun pointed at everyone before he raced up the stairs.

He tripped over himself, the platform boots he wore to make himself appear older had worked to his disadvantage as he tried to escape. Bullets whirled toward him, crumpling the sides of the bricks around him and leaving perfect cylindrical holes in the door in front of him.

Jungkook shot a few rounds back down at them as he ran, bursting through the door and through the arcade that was used more as a cover for the drug business downstairs then an actual arcade, and out into the streets where he kept running.

He dropped the gun into a dumpster an hour of running later, then continued on his way. All he wanted to do was help out his sister. She was the one that raised him, his parents having left when they were young. She could barely keep up with the bills and groceries, and he just wanted to help her out, even though if she knew what he was doing in order to get the money, she’d no doubt kill him too.

But now as he found himself several towns away rested against a brick wall, the cold January air chilling him to his bones, the only thing keeping him from completely freezing was the jacket he’d wrapped around himself, his knees pressed tightly against his chest with his arms wrapped around them, holding them in place.

His neck was stiff from sleeping on the ground and his stomach empty from not having eaten anything of substance in weeks.

“Get up,” Jungkook quickly moved his gaze upwards to see someone that couldn’t have been too much older than him, a cup of coffee in his hands and dressed with a nice warm jacket over his scrubs. Jungkook didn’t move, eyeing him suspiciously.

The man sighed loudly, putting his coffee on the ground before he stripped off his coat and held it out for Jungkook to take. He looked at the coat, then him, then back at the coat before he stood up quickly, almost stumbling over as he moved and took the coat, wrapping it around him.

“Here,” The man held out the cup of coffee as well. “It’ll keep you warm,” He quickly took it from him and gulped down the burning hot liquid that warmed him up from the inside. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Jungkook,” he spoke softly as they began walking.

“Jungkook, there’s some people I’d like for you to meet,” they walked in silence until they got to a small apartment that was much warmer than the outside, and jungkook thought that he could fall asleep on the spot, while still standing up with the warmth he’d been longing for flooding through him. “I’ll introduce you in the morning, you can sleep on the couch for now.”

Jungkook muttered out a ‘thank you’ as he made his way over and sat on the sofa, which had to have been the most comfortable thing he’d ever sat on. “What’s your name?” Jungkook asked softly.

“Namjoon.”

Jungkook sighed as he pushed himself away from the desk just enough to turn around and face Jimin. “Sometimes people just need a little help. I can’t speak for why Jin’s doing it; but I’ve been in situations that would’ve killed me if I hadn’t had someone help me out of them. Y/n’s the same,” Jimin nodded slowly, looking down as he thought some more. “Why do you want to help her?”

While the question shouldn’t have come as a shock, it did. Jimin had pondered everyone’s motives for so long, he didn’t stop to think that anyone else would find his own to be suspicious; even though amongst all of them, he definitely had the least reason to be trusted.

“She’s different.” He said after a long pause, only continuing when Jungkook gave him a questioning look. “She reminded me that there really are still good people left. Gave me hope that I could be one one day, you know?” Jungkook nodded, fully understanding what he meant, though still not fully trusting him. “I guess I’d just rather die for her than live for the people that hurt her.”

You woke up with a sense of bliss coming over you, the warmth of arms wrapped around you that you’d been longing for for what felt like years. Only the sound of the air conditioner whirring from across the room brought you back to the reality of the situation.

You were in a hotel hundreds of miles away from home in the arms of Yoongi, but for some reason that didn’t put you off as much as you thought it should. His embrace brought you a sense of comfort that Zeke’s arms never did. You felt at peace even though nothing around you was peaceful; nothing that was happening was what you were used to, yet still, you woke up more calm today than you had the entire time that you were living with Zeke.

You nuzzled back into his chest, closing your eyes and humming pleasantly into his chest. He tightened his grip around you, having woken up hours before you. You weren’t the only one comforted with your embrace of one another.

He woke up just when the sun was coming up and found himself unable to fall back asleep. He was scared of what was going to happen, the image of Zeke somehow getting ahold of you again haunting him every time he closed his eyes, along with all of the million other things that could go wrong in the next few days.

Days, weeks, months, even he had no idea how long this was going to take; but he knew no matter what he had to do, it’d be worth it to see you safe. He’d give anything to be able to experience the girl Hoseok had described so animatedly all those times, anything to see you unafraid and unapologetic. Every time he thought of how daunting his life had become, he was reminded why it’d all be worth it when he felt you move next to him.

A loud knock at the door made you both spring back to life, Yoongi all-but jumping out of the bed as you ran your fingers over your hair to smooth it down. He opened the door and both Jungkook and Jimin entered holding plates of food and cups of coffee they’d collected from the lobby’s breakfast bar.

“Eat, we can't stay here long, I’m going to run out to the store to get us all some new clothes so we can get out of here. Yoongi, I need you to make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” Jimin smiled brightly, half a bagel in his mouth as Jungkook pointed at him.

“Don’t worry, I’m on my best behavior,” Jimin sarcastically added as he swallowed his food, the new day and two and a half cups of coffee having brought him back to his (mostly) normal self. Yoongi just nodded and waved Jungkook off.

Jimin plopped down next to you, handing you a plate of food which you accepted gratefully. Yoongi sat down on the other bed, gulping down his coffee, still exhausted from his mostly-sleepless night. His eyes stayed glued to Jimin, not trusting him to not take you and run the first chance he got.

“How’d you get wrapped up into all this?” Jimin asked after a very long and uncomfortable period of silence that the three of you shared. He understood that Yoongi was obviously very protective of you, he just couldn’t figure out why.

“I’m the one that took her,” Yoongi spoke lowly, eyes not leaving Jimin’s as he took another long sip of coffee. “I went to go sell to Zeke, she looked scared. Said she wasn’t allowed to have a phone. So I pointed my gun at his head and took her with me when I left,” Yoongi continued, sensing Jimin wanted more information.

“Why let it go this far? Why not just turn her in, save your own ass and return to normalcy,” Jimin knew what he was doing. “I mean, this has completely uprooted your life, and you don’t even know her. Why do you care?” Yoongi clenched his jaw.

“Because she’s a person that needed my help,” Yoongi stood and moved over to the desk where he put his empty cup down before he turned back around to look at Jimin again. “Because I’ve met Zeke’s before and I knew someone who knew how to take care of them.” There was another brief yet tense silence, you softly munching on your toast as your eyes darted back and forth between the two.

“Why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you do something, knowing what kind of person Zeke is?” Jimin looked down, his eyes watering as he clenched his jaw tightly, guilt overwhelming him as he thought back to when you’d first met. The more he thought about the comments you’d made about Zeke and the way Zeke acted, the more he realized just how easy it should’ve been for him to step in and say something, do something.

“I wish I had.”

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blushweddinggowns · 1 year

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Hypovolemic shock from blood loss was underrated, at least in Eddie’s opinion. For one thing, it set in fast, fast enough for Eddie to be able to watch demon bats tear into his flesh without feeling a thing. Sure, the first few minutes he was near sobbing from the pain, but then, poof, nothing.

Second, it definitely dulled the tragic feeling of bleeding out in front of his friend. The guilt of almost surely giving Dustin PTSD felt pretty small in the face of his body shutting down. He was able to give Dustin some kind of parting words before falling into black, even if they were confused and slurred in his head. They sounded strong coming out.

And most importantly, it apparently gave him time to think before killing him all the way. Or maybe he was just in limbo already. Eddie could feel his consciousness coming back, alive but alone in the dark.

He kinda thought that dying would be more entertaining than this, at least the last bit. He always imagined the famous life flashing before your eyes-scenario, but instead, he was stuck, just left with his blind thoughts to keep him company.

At least it was getting easier to think, but that just made it easier to realize all of his regrets. He never graduated high school, which was just tragic considering he swore to Wayne that this was gonna be his year. They even did a stupid pinky promise, at Eddie’s insistence.

Now, he would never be better than his dad. He’d never go to college or trade school or do anything that would have made Wayne proud. He literally died as a damned drug dealer, so there was that.

He never got to fall in love. He never even got to have sex, just his own hand and his top-secret PlayGirl collection under his mattress.

Though…even if he had lived his odds of losing his virginity were basically in the gutter. Steve flashed through his mind then, because getting eaten alive wasn’t punishment enough, he had to think of his straight high school crush.

Would he care that Eddie was gone? He doubted it. They barely fucking knew each other, why would he? Just because Eddie glommed onto him with lightning speed didn’t mean the caring feeling was mutual.

He wondered if he’d keep the vest, guessing it would eventually just be thrown away. But the memory of Steve in his clothes was nice, it was something.

Maybe he would be remembered fondly, if not in the very back of everyone’s mind. He didn’t die a coward, a single point in his favor. Those monsters went after him, and only him. Dustin was alive, not well, but alive. He remembered those things dying around him before he went down fully, so that meant the others killed Vecna, hopefully.

At least he didn’t die for nothing.

Though…it sure was taking a while for him to actually go.

He was pretty sure he was starting to hallucinate a little bit here. Was that normal? Eddie was hearing shit around him, which didn’t make any fucking sense since he was dead. There was a very annoying beeping and someone was snoring, intensely loudly. The blackness covering his vision was getting lighter, and he suddenly felt nauseous.

How did he feel nauseous? How did he feel? He twitched, realizing that he was moving, actually moving. He could feel his fingers and toes flex, he could feel the intense thirst in his throat, and he could feel his eyelids flutter open.

It was bright. Way too fucking bright for his sensitive eyes. He had a pounding headache, bad enough to make his vision blurry. Something was wrapped around his head, bandages no doubt. He rubbed his eyes, surprised at just how easy it was. He was near death less than twenty-four hours ago, how was he moving at all?

And why did nothing else hurt?

He looked down, vision still foggy, only to find… nothing. No gaping wounds by his ribs, no bandages to keep his guts inside his belly, not even any scabbed-up fang marks. Frantically, he ran his hands up and down his body, looking for anything that matched how he died. He brought a hand to his side feeling for wounds, but there was only scar tissue, rough and long healed.

Even his head was starting to feel better. Physically, he was bizarrely fine. But his body felt…off. Bigger somehow, stronger. He stared down at himself, unbelieving that he was actually there. He rubbed a hand over his face, pausing when he got a look at his fingers.

There was a new tattoo there, a princess crown wrapped around his ring finger, one that he did not remember getting. He looked at himself closer, realizing he was covered in new ink he didn’t recognize.

What the fuck.

His eyes darted around the room, finally clear enough to see fully. He was in a hospital, laying on a thin mattress with an IV drip, the first thing to make even a lick of sense. He then realized he wasn’t alone.

There were two others, sleeping on small hospital chairs next to his bed. He could barely make out who was on the right, a jacket was draped over their face, but closest to him was…Steve? He couldn’t see much from the awkward way he was sleeping, but he would recognize that hair anywhere. He looked different though, wrong in a way that Eddie couldn’t pinpoint. But at least he knew it was him.

The snoring stranger was another matter. He stared at them, leaning forward enough to make the cheap hospital bed creak. It made the snorer jolt out of his sleep, swiping the jacket off his face. He stared straight at Eddie, a grin slowly growing.

Whoever it was glanced at Steve before inching his chair forward, “Holy shit, you’re awake!” he whispered, happy.

Eddie stared at him, gears turning in his head. He knew this guy, he knew he knew this guy.

“Jesus you really freaked us out man! I’d keep Steve asleep for as long as you can because he is gonna kill you when he wakes up.”

The voice did it. He could recognize that lectury tone anywhere, even if it was deeper and coming from an adult man. He stared, looking him up and down a few times. He had the exact same cadence, the same curly hair, and that unforgettable smile, but he was tall.

“Dustin?”

How was he so tall?

He frowned a little, “Yeah?”

“I’m not dead?”

His frown deepened, “You fell off a ladder Eddie, it wasn’t exactly life-threatening.”

“Where am I?”

“The hospital? The one by Robin and Nancy’s house? Are you alright?” Dustin said it like it was a given, like Eddie even vaguely knew what the hell he was talking about.

“I-I don’t think so,” Eddie said, his voice slightly frantic, “Why are you so tall? ”

“I’m like two inches shorter than you!” Dustin stood, reaching over to press at the nurse call button by his bed, “Are you on drugs? Like what the hell did they give you?”

Steve was finally jostling awake from the loudness, coming to with a groan. He blinked a few times, slowly realizing that Eddie was conscious. His face broke out into a sweet smile, so sweet that Eddie stupidly looked behind him because there was no way that was being directed at him.

Steve scooted his chair forward, grabbing for Eddie’s hand, still making that face. He froze, letting him intertwine their fingers. It was pleasantly warm, with the slightest ring of cool. Since when did Steve wear rings?

“Baby, I am so mad at you,” he sleepily croaked out, looking anything but, “Absolutely furious.” He brought his hand to his lips, kissing his fingers like it wasn’t absolutely insane.

Steve ignored Dustin gagging at the little gesture. He was muttering about the button being broken and his parents being gross.

“How are you feeling?” Steve asked, all wide-eyed and caring.

Eddie gaped at him, fully aware that his entire face must be red. He was trying to form words, he really was, but Steve single-handedly put the brakes on that.

Why was Steve Harrington holding his hand? Why was Steve Harrington calling him baby?

Why did he kiss him, like it was the most natural thing in the world?

Maybe this really was the afterlife. But if this was paradise, why did Steve have a ring on his left hand? They were both staring at him now, waiting for any type of response.

“Confused?” he offered, eyes flitting between their joined hands and Steve’s face, “Like, really, really fucking confused.”

Steve cocked his head, his smile starting to disappear, and Eddie didn’t like that. He wanted to bring back the soft and sweet doe eyes immediately.

Dustin was still aggressively clicking at the nurse call button, “Like he’s acting super weird Steve. I think they got him on some strong painkillers or something.”

Steve furrowed his brow, concern growing by the second. He brought his other hand to Eddie’s face, turning it towards him, “Eddie? Baby, are you okay?”

“Nope,” he said simply, leaning into the touch despite himself. He was staring again, but he didn’t really care and Steve didn’t even seem to mind. He smelled so good. How did he smell so good? Like cloves and fresh grass, and…like home.

Christ, maybe Dustin was right, they must have given him the real good shit to be imagining all of this nonsense. Then again, an adorable Steve Harrington giving more than two shits about Eddie was a point toward this being the afterlife.

He was still trying to pinpoint what looked so off about Steve. He looked a bit older, though the difference was a lot less jarring than with Dustin. He was still devastatingly handsome, maybe even worse now than before, considering how Eddie was on the edge of drooling over what may be a figment of his imagination.

Eddie almost whined when Steve pulled away, standing up with a new sense of urgency.

“I’m getting the doctor,” he declared, voice tight, “Dustin, make sure he stays awake.” He leaned down to kiss Eddie again, this time on the forehead like it was so normal he didn’t even realize he was doing it. He watched him speed walk away, swallowing hard as he watched him go. He didn’t technically recognize the shirt, but he recognized the writing, Corroded Coffin, with an entire tour list on the back.

He was wearing Eddie’s shirt. He didn’t knowhow he knew, but he was positive that Steve was wearing his clothes, for god knows what reason.

Dustin had given up on the call button, opting to stare at Eddie like he had two heads. Eddie picked at the thin blanket, feeling oddly guilty about the atmosphere.

It wasn’t like it was his fault that nothing made any sense.

“So…” Eddie started, questions racing through his mind.

“So?”

“Since when the hell was Steve married?” It was a weird pick, but it was just as strange as everything else that was happening, so sue him. He was never good at setting priorities anyway.

And at the least, he knew that married men were not supposed to be kissing their male friends.

Dustin sputtered at that, looking absolutely scandalized at the very appropriate question. Eddie raised an eyebrow, waiting as he failed to collect himself. He watched in real-time as the color drained from Dustin’s face, worsening the sinking feeling he had.

If this was Vecna fucking with him he was truly going on a bizarre route. Killing him would have been way easier.

“Eddie, what was the last thing you remember?” Dustin asked, ignoring his question.

“Uh…getting eaten alive?” Eddie grimaced at the memory. It felt so fresh like it just happened hours ago, “And I'm positive you watched me die man. Like 100 percent.”

Dustin slumped back into his seat, looking defeated, “Eddie, that was six years ago.”

“Oh,” Eddie blinked at him. Well that wasn’t good.

“Are you saying that I’ve been in a coma for six years?”

Dustin shook his head, “You were in a coma for like, six hours, max. You tried to save a cat from a tree and brained yourself on the sidewalk.”

Eddie’s fingers ghosted over the bandage on his head, trying to will himself into remembering what the hell Dustin was talking about. But nothing came.

They both jumped at the sound of the door reopening. Steve was back with the doctor in tow, nervously chewing on his nails while his eyes were locked on Eddie.

“Glad to see you’re awake Mr.Munson!” The doctor said happily, his eyes running over a clipboard, “We’ll get you out of here before you know it, but I just need to check a few things.”

“He thinks it’s 1986.” Dustin immediately blurted out, “Like the bats 1986.”

Steve paled, turning on his heel to glare up at the doctor, “H-how is that possible? You said he was going to be okay!”

The doctor put his hands up, placating, “He will be! The hippocampus was jostled pretty hard there, but not fully damaged in a meaningful way. Some memory loss is normal, but he can go home today.”

“This does not feel normal.” Eddie quipped, looking between the two men, “Six years gone feels pretty fucked up to me.”

“It’s temporary.” the doctor insisted, “I don’t know of anyone who hasn't had their full facilities back from this type of injury, especially when their MRIs come out as good as yours. Worst case I’ve seen took a few months, the average is a few days. You’ll be just fine.”

He walked over, shining a little flash light in his eyes, “That said, you’re at a pretty high risk for migraines. Nothing deadly, but incredibly painful.”

Pleased with whatever he saw, he moved onto his arm, unhooking him from the IV and bandaging the bleeding pricks before stepping back, “It’s important not to overwhelm yourself too early, don’t have anyone try and recite your entire life story unless you want a pounding headache. Start with the broad strokes and let the details come naturally, trust me. We’ll keep a follow-up appointment every week for a while, but all of your tests came back great. You just need plenty of rest.”

He said it so simply, like Eddie wasn’t on the edge of freaking the fuck out.

He looked back at Steve, “Does he live alone?”

“No, we’re roommates.”

“Good, he should be monitored for the next few days. If he starts acting dizzy or confused and it doesn’t let up, bring him back here.”

Steve nodded, hugging himself. He looked devastated, sad enough to make Eddie feel a pain in his chest at the sight.

“Can we get a doctor’s note for his classes?” Steve asked, already down to business.

The doctor agreed easily. He wished Eddie good luck and walked away, as if he didn’t just drop a massive bomb on his life. Steve sighed, suddenly looking shy as he glanced at Eddie.

“Dustin, can you take him home? I already brought clothes for him.” He said, pointing at a backpack on the floor. Dustin nodded.

He turned to Eddie, “I’ll take care of everything, so don’t worry about anything but remembering okay? I’ll meet you at home in a few hours. You have a lot of, um,” he waved vaguely, “commitments, but nothing we can’t get out of for a few days.”

Eddie wanted to ask what commitments he was talking about, he couldn’t imagine that he was swimming in opportunities. But Steve looked like he was on the edge of crying, so maybe prodding him now was a bad call.

“I-uh, thanks, Steve.” he said instead, rubbing at his neck, “I’m um, glad we’re still friends?”

That was the wrong thing to say. Steve flinched like he had hit him and Dustin wasn’t too far behind.

He shook it off before Eddie could even ask about it, mustering up a smile that didn’t meet his eyes, “No problem, I’ll explain everything else when I get home, okay? Thanks Dustin.”

He turned to walk away, lingering in the doorway before glancing back, “P lease don’t give him a headache, even if he asks for it.” He pointed at Eddie, a hand on his hip, “And you better not try and force him. I don’t want to see you in any more pain. Are we clear?”

“Yes Mom, Jesus. I’ll take care of him.” Dustin lamented, shooing Steve away, “He’ll be fine.”

Eddie nodded along with him, more so to try and make Steve feel better than any belief that he was anywhere near fine.

“Good,” Steve said, satisfied. He turned back to leave, giving Eddie one last long look, “And um…I love you.”

And then he was gone, leaving him with an adult Dustin and a baffling warm feeling in his chest.

He waited until Steve’s footsteps faded away before turning to him, a million questions swirling in his mind, “Did he just say that to you or me?”

Dustin looked sad at the question, turning his back to dig through the backpack Steve had left,

“To you man, you guys have this thing where you always have to say it before leaving a room, like weirdos.”

He threw a shirt at Eddie’s face, “Happy weirdos,” he corrected, anxious in a way that Eddie had never seen before. Guess he was putting on a brave face for Steve too.

He nervously chattered on, complaining as he tossed Eddie the rest of his clothes, “We need to get you a second opinion dude, that doctor is way too casual about this. Like I think he just cares about getting a bed back.”

Eddie stripped off the hospital gown, sliding on the t-shirt Dustin threw at him.

It smelled like Steve.

He managed to catch the pants and boxers, pleased at the soft sweats. Dustin turned around as Eddie shimmied them on, a stupid smile on his face. The image of Steve carefully picking out comfortable clothes for him made his stomach do a happy flip. They lived together, they were happy weirdos according to Dustin, and with the I love you …

He stared at his fingers, realizing that his new tattoo was on his left hand.

“I’m going to ask you a really dumb question.”

“Considering the circumstances, I doubt it,” Dustin said, tossing some tennis shoes his way, “Shoot.”

“Am I like…married to Steve or something?” he asked, getting on his feet. The lack of any pain was still jarring but relieving. In comparison to his last memory, this felt like heaven.

Dustin hesitated, “Did you just remember that?”

“I’m right?!”

Dustin groaned, obviously reasoning with himself before settling on an answer, “It’s not like legal, obviously, but like spiritually? You had a whole ceremony and everything. Steve even changed his last name.” Dustin glanced back at him, “You guys act married, so it counts to all of us.”

Scratch that, this was heaven. Or a very, very fucked up almost post-mortem dream.

“How…how the hell did that happen Henderson?” he asked, tying up his shoes. He was suddenly impatient to get out of here, hungry to discover more about this bizarre future, “Like, I’m struggling to believe any of this shit is real. ”

“Well, it is,” Dustin insisted, “You’re like awesome, even cooler than high school, I swear to god.”

It was wild to hear him talk about everything so casually, like Eddie, and apparently Steve, being queer was just a non issue. That would take some getting used to.

Dustin was twirling car keys in his hand, the now empty backpack hanging from his shoulder, “You ready?”

“As much as I ever will be.”

It was strange to casually walk out of the hospital, fully intact. If this whole alternate reality or future, or whatever the fuck was going on was real, then being able to move at all was an amazing blessing. He brushed his fingers against his sides as Dustin led the way. The deep scars at least proved he wasn't-completely insane.

He glanced around the parking lot, quickly realizing he didn’t recognize anything.

“This isn’t Hawkins.”

Dustin smiled, walking up to Steve’s familiar BMW, the old girl had survived the years to Eddie’s surprise. He would have bet money one of those kids would have totaled it by now.

“It’s Boston, the second you could leave you were out of Hawkins, just like you always said. Let’s see,” Dustin counted it out on his fingers, “Robin followed Nancy here, then Steve followed Robin, so of course you followed Steve, then Max and I had to be near our parents, so we came, and Lucas obviously came with Max and…I think that’s it? The others visit though.”

“Co-dependent, much?” Eddie asked with a smirk, sliding into the passenger seat. Though, he’d be lying if he wasn’t tickled pink that they were still all together. Who would have guessed that many people willingly wanted to be near him?

It felt wrong to watch Dustin get in the front seat, twenty or not he was still a kid in Eddie’s eyes. Six years was a long time, sure, but it still didn’t feel like enough to have Steve trusting his car with any of the rugrats. If he held onto the door handle a little tighter than usual when Dustin pulled out, he couldn’t be blamed.

“So…I didn’t die.” He didn’t say it as a question, more like testing the statement in his mouth. It still didn’t sound right, not after what he went through.

“No you didn’t, thank god.” Dustin’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, displeased at the memory, “But you were close. Like really close. You were in the hospital for a month.”

Eddie wanted to know more, especially on how he even got out of that hellhole, but the image of blood red skies and screeching monsters stopped him. It was fresh enough in his damaged head, a little distance from it could do him some good.

“Did I graduate?” he asked instead.

Dustin shook his head, “You never went back to that school and I can’t say I blame you,” he hesitated, with something a little too close to pity in his eyes, “People weren’t very good to you in Hawkins man, but you got your GED in 87, so you had the last laugh.”

“What about Wayne?” Eddie asked, his mind immediately jumping to their promise, “He’s okay, right?”

“He’s still there, but out of the trailer park. He even has a girlfriend now. You fly them out for holidays and stuff.”

That made Eddie grin, “My uncle? A lady's man? Who would have thought?”

Eddie would have thought, but ever since Wayne took him in he never had time to see anybody, not with working night and day to provide for his orphaned nephew. The idea that Eddie could actually afford to fly him in for a vacation was…heart-warming.

Dustin looked at Eddie, raising a brow, “Does this still count as broad strokes? Are you feeling okay?”

He nodded, even if he was beginning to feel a slight twinge near where his bandages were, “I’m good, you can keep telling me how amazing I am.”

Dustin rolled his eyes, but he was smiling, happy to see Eddie a bit more at ease.

“What do I even do out here anyway?”

“You live with Steve, take night classes, and play in an almost successful band,” he laughed to himself a little, “You guys are really on the edge of taking off.”

Now that was surprising. “Corroded Coffin lives on?”

“Alive and well, you went on tour last summer and made like actual money.”

The ache in his head was getting worse, but he pushed it aside, too excited to hear about his seemingly wonderful life, “Henderson, if this is some elaborate prank I’m going to be pissed. ”

“Oh sure! I had a growth spurt overnight for the sole purpose of convincing an amnesiac that his life isn’t shitty.”

That…was a good point.

Still, he wasn’t quite ready to fully concede that this was reality, not after all of the shit he’d seen. Though the blinding pain in his head made him pretty fucking sure it wasn’t a dream. Eddie rapped his nails against the dashboard, successfully distracting himself from it.

“Me and Steve huh?”

Dustin nodded, “You and Steve.”

The nausea was back now, and he was having a little trouble hearing through the loud pounding in his skull. He knew he should stop talking for a second, but…he really wanted to know more.

“Since when was he gay?”

Dustin shrugged, “Since you. It was a whole embarrassing mess but he figured it out eventually,” he glanced at Eddie, frowning when he realized he was sweating a little, “How’s your head? This isn’t too much is it?”

“It’s still fine,” he lied, wiping a bit at his brow, “How long have we been together?”

Dustin smiled to himself, keeping his eyes on the road, “I say ever since Steve carried you out of the Upside Down, but neither of you ever agree with me.”

Eddie nodded along, smiling on the inside, but looking absolutely ill on the outside. He really needed to shut the fuck up for a second, that doctor wasn’t kidding about the headaches.

He turned towards the window, hiding a bit from Dustin. He didn’t need him tattling to Steve later about this, the little mama’s boy.

He watched the city go by with wide eyes. He had made it out of the hell hole that was Hawkins to actual civilization. They were flying past the tall nice buildings and well-landscaped parks, heading towards the cheaper part of town. His neighborhood looked dingy and crowded, just how he had imagined it would be.

And just like how he wanted it.

They pulled up to a worn down apartment complex. It looked pretty shitty on the outside, which made Eddie feel even more at home. His headache was receding a bit as they went up the steps, but there was still a significant throbbing.

“Here we are!” Dustin exclaimed as he unlocked the door, “Welcome to the pit!”

That was a pretty rude name for what was frankly, an awesome apartment. Eddie had never seen a place with black brick walls before, and from the sloppy paint job he was pretty sure he was the one who did it. The living room was plastered with band posters, Iron Maiden, Black Sabbath, Metallica, perfectly matching the mismatched furniture. Guitar picks were scattered across the coffee table and an amp was plugged into the corner, with what he hoped was his guitar standing against it. It looked too nice to be his, but…so did this entire life.

It was like a metalhead wonderland. He was in actual awe as he wandered inside, spinning to see a full view of the room.

“How did I ever convince Steve to do all of this?”

Dustin snorted, “You can convince Steve to do anything.”

He nodded towards one of the couches, “You should sit for a while. Like no offense dude, but you kinda look like shit.”

Eddie wiped a hand to his brow, grimacing at how wet it came back. So much for hiding it. He laid face down on the couch, under Dustin’s watchful eye.

Dustin walked past the black walls into the kitchen, comfortable and familiar with the place, “I’m gonna get you some water, okay? And probably some food, are you hungry?”

“I’ll take whatever you got,” Eddie called back, still enraptured by the living room he so obviously designed, “Thanks Henderson!”

Eddie burrowed deeper into the couch with a happy sigh. Headaches be damned, nothing could bring him down right now. The couch was comfortable, definitely on the older side. Every shift Eddie made had the springs creaking. It was…an oddly familiar sound. He curled deeper into it, trying to place where he heard it last.

The memory hit him like a train, closer to a vision than anything else.

“Rock, Paper, Scissors,” they said in unison, “Rock, Paper, Scissors…God Damn it!”

Eddie laughed, triumphantly holding up their clasped hands.

“Paper beats Rock Stevie,” he sing songed, “Sorry Princess, but you lose!”

Steve groaned, yanking his hand away to sulk. He flopped face down into the couch, not even trying to be diplomatic with his defeat.

“I told you it was a stupid game!” he whined, his voice muffled, “Real rocks bust through paper anyway.”

Eddie sat on top of him, the creaking springs drowned out by his laughing. He tickled at his neck, forcing Steve to come out of his hiding place to bat him away. Now, he could finally see that certifiable pout, “Aww, babe, don’t be like that! You’ll get the bedroom.”

He glared up at Eddie, trying so hard to sell his fake indignation, “You’re going to ruin that brick, aren’t you?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie draped himself over him, playing with his ear, “Think all black walls Stevie, a real show stopper!”

Steve turned over, almost toppling Eddie to the ground. Steve was just able to save him from falling on his ass. They were laying on top of each other now, and Eddie had the full view of Steve Munson, the prettiest brat that the world ever saw. Steve wrapped his arms around Eddie’s neck, pulling him a bit closer to those luscious lips.

“I’ll make our room baby blue if you do it,” he threatened, failing to hide his little smile, “It will be so pastel you won’t be able to sleep at night.”

“I’ll always be able to sleep if I have you next to me.”

Eddie watched him blush, loving how simple it was to make him flustered, even after years. Steve stared up at him, embarrassed and lovestruck. “Oh come on! That’s cheating!”

“Nah,” he grinned, leaning down to kiss that pretty mouth, “You’re just easy.”

Eddie sat up quickly, too quickly. The room spun for a second, but he still wobbled to his feet, sickness be damned. He marched down the hallway, opening the second door to the right, just knowing where it would lead.

He looked around, immediately grinning. There it was, ugly baby blue walls in all their glory. He could hear Dustin coming up behind him. He spun around meeting him halfway in the hall. He put his hands on his shoulders, no doubt looking insane with the manic grin he had on. He nearly knocked the water out of Dustin’s hands in his excitement.

“Didn’t I tell you to sit-”

“I remembered something!”

“Already?!”

“Already!”

He told Dustin everything, the game, the couch, the weird instinctual memories that came immediately after it happened. All from one sound. If this could happen on the first day, there was no doubt everything else would start flooding in.

This was going to be so easy.

The doctor had been right, there was zero pain when he remembered something naturally. But it was still weird. The memory was so singular, Eddie couldn’t really count it towards feeling like who he was supposed to be. It was almost like he was a voyeur on his older self, and it was bizarre. Bizarre, but hopeful.

They ate sandwiches at the kitchen table, Eddie answering all of Dustin’s questions with enthusiasm. They were so engrossed in their conversation that they both startled when the phone rang, Dustin jumping up to get it.

It’s Steve, he mouthed at him. Eddie watched as Dustin murmured into the phone awkwardly, making it painfully obvious that they were talking about him.

Little tattle tale.

He only spoke up when they changed the subject, pinching his brow in frustration, “Dude, don’t apologize, come on! I forgot too!”

He paused, listening, “Okay. Okay! No, you’re right.” Dustin mumbled, conceding to whatever point Steve made.

He turned to Eddie, holding up the phone, “He wants to talk to you.”

Eddie almost brained himself for the second time in his haste to get to the phone. He snatched it from Dustin’s hand, too nervously excited to be polite.

“Eddie?” Steve’s staticky voice asked, “How are you feeling?”

Eddie grinned, touched that was the first thing out of his mouth, “Better, way better. Already remembered something even. Not much, but something.”

“Really!?”

His excitement was adorable, “Mmhm, and as I recall, someone sucks at Rock, Paper, Scissors.”

Steve laughed on the other end, “I stand that it’s a dumb game! You gotta tell me everything when I get home okay? I’ll be there in an hour, two tops.”

“Looking forward to it.”

“Will you be okay to be alone until then? Dustin has to leave to take a midterm, but I can probably send Max over-”

He laughed, “I’ll be fine Stevie,” he almost missed that sharp inhale on Steve’s end, “Overprotective much?”

Steve, honest to god, giggled at that, “Well excuse me for caring about my invalid husband-”

“Invalid?!”

“Who almost killed himself by being a dipshit. I think I’ve earned the right to worry.”

“You fit the nagging spouse troupe perfectly Steve, not gonna lie.” Eddie waited, hoping for a laugh but only got radio silence.

“Steve? Did I lose you?”

“No, no, I’m still here, but um…” he paused, taking a deep breath on the other line, “Is that okay? To…call you that still?”

“Well…that’s who I am aren't I?” Eddie was twirling the phone cord like a love-struck teenager, and honestly, that wasn’t too far off from the truth.

“Seriously Eddie, I could wait until you remember if it makes you uncomfortable-”

“Baby, you can call me anything you want.” His face was burning from using the pet name, but they were married, he was allowed to be an embarrassing flirt. And it worked too, Steve was back to laughing, and he sounded so relieved.

“I’ll hold you to that Munson,” he teased, “I’ll see you soon.”

“See you soon.”

By the time Eddie hung up the phone, Dustin was ready to leave, awkwardly standing in the doorway, “Are you sure you’ll be okay?”

“Positive,” Eddie walked over to him, pulling him into a tight hug, “Thanks for everything man, I mean it.”

He hugged back, “I’ll see you tomorrow. And work hard to remember me, okay? We’ve done a lot of cool shit together since you almost died!”

Eddie watched him go, waving at him through the kitchen window as he got into Steve’s car.

He was actually pretty happy to have some alone time.

He needed a minute to just be.

This whole thing was so fucking surreal that he was only ninety percent convinced it wasn’t bullshit. Twenty-six year old Eddie’s real life was better than twenty-year old Eddie’s dreams. He could almost laugh. Who the fuck would have thought?

He drifted back into Steve's room, no, their room. Even with the preppy décor, there were signs of himself everywhere. His rings were strewn across their dresser, there was a pile of unstable fantasy books crowding the left nightstand, and his old guitar, the same one that saved them from the Upside Down, hung on the wall.

He sat on their bed, taking it all in. There were framed pictures all over the place, all with some happy combination of their strange little family. He plucked one off from the side table, heart melting at the sight.

It was of him, young him, looking sickly and pale in a hospital bed, but grinning from ear to ear, with everyone he cared about crowded around him. The kids were piled on the bed with him, Dustin and Mike sticking their tongues out at the camera, Wayne was by his side looking terribly awkward in the face of Eddie’s new eccentric found family, Robin was making bunny ears behind Steve’s head, smiling like a mad woman.

And Steve…Steve wasn’t even looking at the camera, his focus was on Eddie, with that exact same soft expression he gave him earlier.

His eyes stung a bit as he looked at it, tracing everyone’s face with his fingers. His own mind couldn’t conjure up something as sweet as this. It was enough evidence for him to finally admit it to himself.

This was real.

#steddie ficlet #steddie fic #non smutty version of a fic on ao3 #for my sex averse people #steddie #amnesia is so 2010 but I can't help myself #steve harrington #eddie munson #future fic #you'll pry my insanely long posts out of my cold dead hands #gratuitous use of feminine nick names

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langernameohnebedeutung · 4 months

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Im rewatching season 1 how crazy it is that liv could have- probably not, but it would have definitely changed things- stopped blaines brain business by supplying him with brains herself. It would have been nice to have another zombie during those early days to talk to, esp if liv still believed blaine was making a change in his life or whatever he said. Kinda like what lowell was to her but less british

(I actually have this very similar AU-idea that I like to explore at the bottom of my hindbrain 'what if Liv hadn't seen Blaine in that alleyway and had been willing to buy into his 'repentant drug dealer' persona and they had been on semi-friendly terms for the first season)(though I kind of like the angle that he still does the brain business thing. And Ravi and Liv (and Major, separately) catch on to the fact that a brain business exists and try to find out who is running it - and even clue Blaine in case he can help and perhaps he delivers them wrong information or otherwise manipulates them) so it's a bigger personal betrayal when they find out that it was Blaine all along)

The thing is, I think it's a bit of a veeeery soft retcon they did at the beginning of season 2 (or perhaps just a clarification) because when the cast talks about Blaine's original return in the second episode, they talk about how it was supposed to be very ambiguous where he's standing.

But at the start of season 2, Blaine mentions that Angus was his 'first customer' - and since the first person we see him infect for his business is Jackie (we don't really know when he infected the Meat Cute gang or when he stored Julien and the others in his freezer), season 1 leaves the option that Jackie was the start of his business and that he used her money to expand OR that she was just one of many in a row. Saying Angus was the first means he would already definitely have been at it for a while when he found out about Liv. (On the other hand, it could be argued that infecting and 'owning' Angus is so personal that it doesn't really count as part of the bigger brain business scheme. That maybe he just infected him to keep himself afloat AND to get back at his father and then only later decided 'hey, actually I can do this to everyone I want!' (or perhaps he just told Angus that he was the first, but personally, I like the theory that he went straight to Angus the moment he had a shot at revenge. Plus, I don't think he would tell Angus that he was the first if he wasn't - because that would be admitting how much power Angus still has over him.)

Though, I also think that the way in which Blaine infects Jackie...seems pretty routined and pre-meditated. And when he did that, it was before the alleyway scene so at that point, Blaine still thought Liv was going to give him brains. So to me that certainly always felt like the plan was to x two birds with 1 stone:

a) check out the people who are looking for me online and who are working at a morgue and stay in touch to keep an eye on them (and the cops by extension)(after all, he even does a similar thing in season 2, when he wants Liv to keep an eye on Dale for him)

b) do hapless remorseful drug dealer and fellow zombie act, secure brain, secure customer, play grateful that Liv is giving you brains but sell them off behind her back. Profit! >:)

(that's my personal interpretation though)

But I also definitely would have enjoyed if there had been a longer period of just...uncertainty about what Blaine's deal is and more time in which to perhaps explore Liv's feelings about Blaine's part in her infection and everything that happened at the boat party at large and also perhaps the way her feelings on the matter conflicted with Ravi's, who was a lot more willing to give Blaine the benefit of the doubt. (and you know who could have given us that??? the old 24-episode format!! ...but that's another passion topic of mine)

(On the other hand, it's also a topic that I feel a bit conflicted on because I've seen some people (cough reddit! cough) literally blame Liv for the bullshit Blaine does à la "ohh, surely Blaine wouldn't have gone and built a giant business on the back of murdered orphans if Liv had just shared that brain with him in ep. 2" ...which. nah. I think that is an obstacle that could be overcome without going full Mrs. Lovett.)

#izombie #fandom

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starsofmilos · 2 years

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Partners (Adrian Chase x reader)

Request: love love LOVE your fics and I was wondering if you could possibly do an adrian chase x fem!reader who just so happens to be a bit child-like and kinda crazy in a way. basically, her and adrian already have an established relationship however some tend to think it's weird that the known vigilante is with someone who's a bit on the wild side and has a tendency to become reckless, also has some child-like quirks (not like immature or anything). the team and her ending up doing a mission and reader has to make her her way into the one of the areas and plant her reckless bombs...while also causing some trouble. while everyone's worried she'll make things worse, adrian is there to keep things in check for as he's the only one who can calm her her down (to a certain degree at least).

Request: also, kinda wanted to preface a few things about the chaotic/childish reader fic: 1, the reader is kinda based off jinx from arcane in some ways. 2, her childish and chaotic behavior I think would come from some form of trauma...and 3! I think, because adrian is kinda the one to comfort reader whenever she gets a bit too wild, I think there should be a little scene where some voices in her head cause her to act to hard and she almost hurts someone on the team but adrian helps her through keeping her calm.

So I love the idea!! I’m all for it, but unfortunately I’ve never seen the show arcane! I’m sorry I saw your other anon saying how she was supposed to based off if it, so I did the best I could and hope you like what I’ve come up with.

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Warnings: cursing, mentions of sex, violence, chaotic energy, mentions of troubled past, trauma

Adrian had been lonely. Well he didn’t want to admit that he was, because according to him he had no emotions like normal people. But he was.

Peacemaker had already been in prison for a long time and as much as Adrian didn’t like to admit it. He didn’t have many friends.

Well more like no friends. He was fine with it though. Being Vigilante was time consuming along with juggling his job. He didn’t mind the quiet nights.

Not one bit.

Things changed though the second he found a drug operation he had been after for a while.

He shot his gun left and right humming a small tune as he looked around for any more of the gang members. This was a bit more boring than he thought it would be.

That until he stumbled across their hidden basement.

“Hello!! Anyone else down here waiting to die?” He groaned hearing no commotion.

“I guess this is what I do now inspect creepy dark basements of gang leaders.” He grumbled a bit finding a switch. Adrian looked in confusion seeing a door with multiple locks on it.

He hummed approaching it cautiously “Whatever is in here they obviously wanna hide it really well..”

“How could they afford good locks like this?”

“They’re drug dealers how else would they afford it.” Adrian jumped a bit hearing a voice. The small crack in the door opened up a bit showing your eyes.

“Hello..Oh wow you’re the one they’ve been talking about! They kept laughing saying how there was no way you would find him. I guess don’t underestimate the man in the teal suit!”

You laughed as Adrian stared in shock. “Sorry didn’t mean to scare you.”

Adrian chuckled a bit, “Pshh..You didn’t scare me!”

“Really?” You sarcastically called out as he nodded.

“You jumped.”

“Did not.”

“Did too!”

“Fine! Whatever do you know where they went?” You hummed.

“I’ll tell you if you let me out.” Adrian laughed again as you pouted.

“Uh yeah not happening for all I know you’re a criminal like them as a matter of fact.” Adrian cocked his gun pointing it towards the small hole.

Your eyes widened as you cried out, “Wait! Wait! I’m not a criminal! I promise! They have a getaway through the sewers! They told me they would come back for me later, but I was hoping to escape by then okay!”

He nodded putting his gun away turning to take off. “Alright thanks for the info help will come for you eventually.”

“Wait you’re gonna leave me here!?”

“The police will deal with you. You’re not my problem.” You hit the door angrily trying to think of a way for him to come back.

Adrian hummed as he began to walk back up the stairs. “I can help you! If you let me! I know where they’re going! I can show you the sewer tunnel myself!!”

“I’ll find it just fine-”

“No you won’t! It’s hidden really well! They have it hidden really well and there’s a code! I know a way to go around the code!”

“Do you know the password?”

“Well no-”

“Then you have no use.”

“I can get it down! I swear to you! Just please! Let me out?” You pouted hoping he would listen. Adrian sighed.

Who knows how long you’ve been locked here?..

“The second you act out-”

“You can shoot me! Scouts honor!” He smiled a bit under his mask pulling out his lock picking set.

“Alright sit tight.” You jumped in excitement hearing the locks fall off. Adrian tensed up hearing you squeal the second the door opened.

You ran out excitedly enveloping him in a tight hug. “Thank you thank you!!”

“Welcome?..” He was confused as you gave him a huge grin jumping up and down in excitement.

“Oh right! Come on!” You grabbed his hand leading him to the far corner of the basement. Adrian’s eyes widened as you threw a huge cover down showing him a huge door.

“See passcode!” Adrian nodded humming.

“And how do you plan on getting the door off?” He asked you a bit amused. You smirked softly grabbing some cleaning supplies.

“I need one of your bullets.”

“What?”

“Just one! Promise!” He sighed but handed you one willingly. You hummed a small tune grabbing some duck tape ripping a piece with your mouth.

“I just realized I never got your name.”

“Oh my name?..”

“Yeah your name. You do have one right?”

“Oh yeah of course I do..No one has asked for my name in a long time..My name is Y/N! Nice to meet you teal suit guy!”

“You can call me Vigilante.”

“Okay Vig.”

“No it’s vigilante.”

“You say tomato I say to mah to.

He laughed a bit annoyed as you stood up attaching something to the door.

“What is that?”

You grabbed his hand dragging him across the room using the door from where you were locked as a cover.

“It’s a bomb.”

“WHAT?!”

An explosion rung out destroying the door completely. Adrian laughed in shock as you excitedly smiled.

“Is this why they kept you?”

“No I’m a chemist. I’ve been studying chemistry since I was six. I know what to mix to make the certain drugs they wanna sell.”

Adrian was a bit in shock from how nonchalantly you admitted that to him. Well he was also conerned.

“Did they make you?” You nodded with a small smile.

“Yeah, but it’s alright now. You let me out!” He smiled a bit under his mask as you grabbed some more cleaning supplies to set up gases. His eyes widened in confusion seeing you grab an empty bag putting it all away.

“Alright let’s go!” You moved forward yelping when Adrian pulled you back by your forearm.

“Where do you think you’re going? I just asked you to show me the tunnel.”

“Well you wanted to stop them right?”

“Yeah, but you can go now. Go find the police to help you. You’re free now dude.”

“I don’t want too though. Why go to some boring place like the police station when I can stick around with the cool teal suit armor guy who’s a hero and stop some drug dealers?”

“Wait you think I’m a hero?..I literally threatened to kill you.”

“But you didn’t and I’ve heard of you. You kill bad guys. Isn’t that what a hero does? Stop the bad guys. Besides the voices say I can trust you.”

“Well when you put it like that..fine but stick by me. I don’t want you slowing me down or getting hurt and keep your voices in check.”

“Please if anything you’ll be slowing me down.” You jabbed his rib laughing as he swatted your hand.

That was roughly two years ago. Adrian assumed that the two of you would part ways after, but you didn’t. You didn’t quite let him.

You ended up getting injured, but refused going to the hospital so Adrian allowed you to stay with him.

Once you left after being fully healed, Adrian had already kinda grew attached to you beginning to reach out to you to hang out and eventually you ended living with him.

You were different to say the least. Adrian had gotten attached to you way quicker than he wanted too, but that was okay. You got attached to him in the same amount of time probably even less.

It was obvious before him you didn’t really have anyone who genuinely cared about your well being. It surprised him considering how incredibly smart you were.

He would assume you had a family or something, but you didn’t really like to talk about your past and Adrian wasn’t one to push.

So he let you stay with him and one thing led to another.

Now you were currently sat on the couch whisking a bowl humming a small tune while waiting for Adrian to get home.

“Hey.”

“HEY!” You cheered seeing him trudge his way in. “Rough day?”

Adrian nodded sitting next to you, “Whatcha makin?”

You handed him a gas mask waiting for him to put it on to continue. Adrian was used to this by now so he put it on no questions ask.

“Just a new liquid to melt for gas for you or me to use eventually.”

“Don’t you have like a whole closet full of this already and which one are you making this time.”

“I do and each one is different! This one right here is phosgene. It was a chemical used in World War I.”

“Oh what’s is used for?”

“Well nowadays it’s a chemical used to make plastics and pesticides, but if you have it a room temperature of 70 then it can be a toxic gas. Kinda like a poison.”

Adrian nodded amazed by how effortlessly you knew all of this. “Do you know how to make mustard gas?”

“You know I’m kinda offended you even asked. I have three shelves worth put away.”

You smiled seeing the crinkles in the corner of his eyes showing you he was smiling.He looked cute in his gas mask.

“Being cute isn’t gonna change the fact that you offended me.” You made a small noise turning away while pouring the liquid in a cold storage can to put away.

“If me being cute isn’t enough to apologize then you being hot isn’t enough for me to forgive you.”

“Forgive me for what?”

“We talked about this.” He gave you a small look while pointing down the hallway.

“Oh right...I promise I’ll start making the stuff in the spare room..I just wanted to wait for you to come home on the couch..” You pouted under your mask as Adrian stood up opening the window to air out the room.

“You’re lucky you’re cute and that’s not what I was talking about. We agreed you’d start wearing a face mask!” He slapped your ass as you walked to put away the chemicals. You hissed playfully at him.

“I’m use to all the smells though! I’m immune doesn’t affect me!”

“Doesn’t matter! Man before you I thought I was reckless.” You pouted as Adrian removed his mask kissing you once you came back from putting the stuff away.

“So I’m gonna go out in a bit.”

“Isn’t a bit early for patrol?”

“Well yeah, but there’s a mission I’m gonna go with the team soon. I’ll probably be back tomorrow morning. You gonna be okay by yourself for a bit?”

“Yeah why wouldn’t I be?” Adrian nodded pulling you into a side hug. You giggled as he jabbed your ribs.

“I trust you. I just don’t want..”

“I’ll be fine. I’m always fine. You know that?” Adrian sighed giving you a big kiss.

“Do you guys need any help on this mission?”

“Nah we got it. The day we do though. I’ll come get you.” You smiled excitedly.

“I hope that day is soon! I’ve been getting an itch to go out..” You began to ramble for a bit not noticing how Adrian was giving you an lovestruck look.

“Anyways it’ll help me use all those canisters I’ve been saving, but since you’re gonna do the mission. I will be taking patrol tonight.”

Adrian cleared his throat, “I thought we agreed-”

“I know, but someone has to watch Evergreen I’ll leave all my things here and only take your knives!”

“Deal, but if anything-”

“I call you if anything happens.” You grinned already knowing what he would say. Adrian tended to worry over you and he had every right too.

You were one of the most dangerous people he knew and also one the most unstable, but god damn it he was in love with you.

Adrian and you shared another kiss before he took off. You stopped him before he closed the door putting a small sticker on his arm for good luck before he left.

You hummed a small tune grabbing your leather vest and goggles before heading out for your patrol.

Adrian and the team had been going over the plan once more before hearing Emilia curse. She walked into the room with an angry look on her face.

“We gotta get a new plan. Things changed.”

“What happened?” Chris asked her worriedly.

“There’s more than we thought and I don’t know how, but they know we’re coming in so they tightened security.”

“Well what can we do then?”

Emilia shrugged at John, “Unless we have someone who can sneak in and help us take out multiple people at a time then no. This is way too many people even for us.”

Adrian hummed before raising his hand, “I know someone who can help?”

“Be serious here. There’s no one we know who’d be able to sneak through groups of people.”

Emilia nodded, “Yeah we don’t need jokes right now-”

“But I’m not joking. I really do know someone who can help.”

“Who then?” Chris laughed a bit.

“My girlfriend. She’s been wanting me to invite her on a mission anyways. She’s different to say the least a bit weird-”

“Wait you think she’s weird?” Adebayo asked a bit shocked.

“Well yeah she’s not normal like me, but she’s really great and cool.”

“Wait let’s just go back in general. You have a girlfriend?” Adrian nodded confused by John’s statement.

“Yeah why is that hard to believe?”

“It’s just cause it’s you.”

“And you’re saying she’s weirder than you?!”

“Yeah, but in a good way.”

“What’s a good way?”

“She’s capable of doing what we need.”

You had just gotten home from patrol making a grilled cheese when Adrian opened the door coming through with the team behind him.

Emilia gagged a bit covering her mouth. “What’s that smell?!”

Adrian grinned seeing you flipping your sandwich. “Oh that smell is mercaptan. It’s used in gas that’s common in households. Suppose to warn people that there’s a possible leak in the house. Oh! But don’t worry there’s not one here!”

The team looked at you in shock as you tossed gas masks to all of them. “I swear I did it in the other room. The smell is just really strong.”

Adrian sighed as you pouted. “So this is your girlfriend?”

Chris asked him a bit puzzled. You seemed different than Adrian.

“You guys want some grilled cheese? I can cut this in like eight pieces? Oh wait the gas masks will make it hard to eat it huh? Welp more from me-NO!”

You screamed out as it fell to the floor once you picked it up. It slipped out of your hand.

Adrian laughed as you whined growing teary eyed.

Really different than Adrian.

“So Chase you’re saying she’ll help us?” You perked up hearing Emilia.

“Wait help?! You guys need help!!” You jumped excitedly already reaching for your bag. Adrian stopped you.

“We gotta talk about it first hun.”

“Aww...”

Emilia sighed as you aired out the house helping them sit to talk it out. She explained to you their problem all of them watching you still slightly confused that someone like you was with Adrian.

You twiddled with a lighter playing with it as you listened before nodding.

“I can get in. If anything I think I can clear it out for you guys.” Chris scoffed a bit.

“Sorry but we just need help to get in-”

“I know. I can make bombs. That’s what all those chemicals are for. I can any type of bomb you need. You need one that expels gas? I got you. Or just an average one, I can do that too.”

Adrian smiled as you moved sitting on his lap getting comfortable. “And it’ll be good. I promise I won’t go overboard! Adrian helps me not too!”

Adebayo smiled nervously, “We didn’t say anything about that...”

“Oh..that was me then haha! But I can help! Please!”

Emilia sighed pondering before agreeing. What more can they lose?

“Okay, but Chase you’re keeping an eye on her the last thing I want is for her to go overboard like she was warning us about.”

“Aye Aye Captain.” You saluted Harcourt grinning excitedly. They all left as John glanced at you one more time. You seemed familiar to him.

Adrian couldn’t help but grin as you cheered once they left. “This is gonna be so awesome!!”

You had spent the next night prepping everything you deemed necessary for the mission. Adrian helping of course mostly to make sure you didn’t go overboard.

“So your girlfriend mentioned how you can make sure she doesn’t go overboard. What did she mean by that?” John asked Adrian carefully as he and Chris filled up the van.

“Oh Y/N has a small tendency to kinda I don’t wanna say lose control, but she just kinda becomes not herself in a way.”

“Huh. I looked her up she seemed familiar.”

“Oh and what did you find?” Adrian asked him curious now. He didn’t know you had a record of any sorts. Quite honestly though considering how unhinged you were before you met him, it didn’t surprise him.

“She’s literally considered one of the most dangerous people in the world. She’s broken so many laws like it’s not even funny.”

“Well I knew about that, but everything she did on those records she never wanted to do. She’s was always forced. It’s kinda why I originally took her in wanted to make sure she stood out of trouble the next thing I know a couple months in I kissed her.”

Chris snorted a bit surprised, “Wow of course you’d get the crazy girlfriend Vig.”

“I wouldn’t say she’s crazy!” Adrian laughed as you walked out pulling your goggles down.

“I’m ready!” Adrian grinned as you approached him excitedly.

“Alright let’s head out.” Everyone piled in the van as you hummed along to the music leaning on Adrian.

“So let’s go over the plan one more time. Y/N makes the way in for us while also being our distraction. Vigilante will pull her out when we have what we need.”

You nodded making sure you had the right items in your satchel.

“Oh here I brought gas masks so you guys don’t breathe in the smoke of fumes.”

“Thanks...” Adebayo nervously slipped hers on.

“Don’t let us down.�� Emilia nervously grabbed it from you. You nodded.

“I promise I won’t.”

You stood up placing your headphones on playing some tunes stretching. Chris stopped you still a bit confused.

“Wait how will we know when to go in.”

“Adrian knows the signal! Alright you guys be safe.”

“Be careful Y/N at the end of the day you are a civilian so your life matter more at any moment it becomes too much you let us know.” Emilia reminded you still wary.

“That’s very sweet but trust me I can handle myself.”

You stepped out yelping as you fell before getting up shooting them a thumbs up slipping your goggles on running inside of the building.

“She sure is something else.” Adebayo chuckled a bit as you scoped the building looking for an opening.

“So Vigilante what’s the signal?” John asked him curious on how they would know.

Adrian was about to respond before an explosion cut them off.

“That’s the signal. We have a good ten minute window to get what we need.” Emilia grabbed the van steadying herself as another explosion set off shaking the van.

“Make that fifteen!” He yelled out jumping out with Chris. The two of them ran ahead with Harcourt leading them. Adebayo followed close behind as John closed the van waiting for your signal that you were done.

You were running laughing as the men chased you around the facility. It had been a while since you got to fully let loose.

Seeing a pole up ahead, you grabbed it using it as leverage to heave yourself up swinging to knock one of them chasing you down sticking one of your smoke bombs on his chest.

He panicked trying to get it off before seeing it was quite literally stuck on him. His comrades struggled to pull it off running thinking it would explode on him.

You smiled taunting them, “Aww boo hoo aliens can’t figure out how to detach a simple bomb!”

They hissed at you before looking in shock as smoke spread throughout the room. They looked around searching for you as you stealthily snuck around taking one out at a time.

Wrapping your arms around of their necks, you moved to snap it stopping when you felt a helmet.

It was Adrian.

“Sorry hun.” He nodded a bit in relief you recognized him before he’d have to apprehend you.

“You’re doing great keep up the good work.” He praised you softly using the smoke with the rest of the team to sneak by. You grinned at his praise.

“But calm it down a bit we still need the building up so we could get out.”

“Okay.” You kissed his helmet sneaking away. Using the smoke you moved away from them going through your bag to see what to use next.

The butterflies coughed making their way out of the smoke groaning when they saw you. “You pathetic human! You’re gonna regret this!”

“Am I? I don’t know about that. Bugs never really scared me.” One of them grunted out beginning to chase you.

The team had used the smoke continuing their way through. “Man this place is practically empty..” Chris muttered out once they made it to the floor above.

Emilia nodded in agreement. “They made it an all hands on deck just to catch her so we should be good to quickly move but everyone keep your guard up in case.”

They coughed as you dropped a toxic gas bomb. “Stupid human poison doesn’t effect us like you!!”

You grinned as they smirked thinking they had the upper hand. “You wanna know something really interesting!”

They looked around trying to find you as you played with your lighter.

“What I just threw wasn’t a poison. it’s a gas that us humans use in certain things! Called ammonia. You know what that is?”

“Stupid girl just come out here!!”

“I mean should’ve guessed you idiots wouldn’t know. I mean I thought you would considering that you’re supposed to be a smarter being than us humans as you say. Ammonia is a colorless gas. It’s compounds consists of nitrogen and hydrogen with the formula NH₃. What you’re smelling is a strong pungent smell.”

“There she is above us.”

“When we get you you’re gonna wish you were dead!”

“If you survive I guess, oh right I forgot to mention the most important thing about ammonia! It’s highly flammable!” You grinned showing them the lit match in your hand as you dropped it down below them.

Adrian grabbed Emilia stopping her from falling as the building shook.

“Chase your girlfriend might be going overboard!” Adebayo yelled out grabbing the wall. He nodded.

“I can see that! I’m gonna start heading to extract her!” Emilia nodded.

“Yeah! We already have what we need! We’ll meet you at the van!” Adrian nodded running to go look for you.

You smiled as they burned putting each other out. There was only a good thirty of them left.

“We have to fall back!” One of them yelled out.

“No! Not until we get this stupid girl! She has to have run out of these stupid bombs!” You hummed picking up a nearby fire extinguisher putting out the fire.

“Oof man ammonia smells like shit.” They looked in shock. You didn’t seem scared at all of them.

“We need to find out who sent her! Grab her!” You grabbed the extinguisher smacking the one who came running to you in the head hard. He fell to the floor as you lifted it above your head crushing his skull in.

You panted grimacing at the blood on your face. “Man I haven’t felt so alive in so long..You guys are fun!”

You dropped the extinguisher running ahead letting them chase you. They were pissed.

You ran to the fourth floor looking behind yourself not noticing a door ahead opening up.

Adrian appeared grabbing you hiding you in a nearby room with him as they ran past it not knowing.

“Oh hey!” You whispered smiling at him. Adrian smiled back under his mask. “Someone went a bit overboard.”

You pouted a bit, “Sorry..it’s been a while. If it makes you feel better the voices are quiet.”

“That does we gotta get out of here now though.” You nodded looking for an exit walking to a nearby window with Adrian.

“I think we can climb out.” He nodded helping you push it open.

“Okay you go first.” Adrian shook his head.

“No you.” You sighed climbing out grabbing on to the wall beginning your descent down. Adrian jumped hearing the door being kicked in.

“We gotta go now!” He moved out the window right as they made it through.

Adrian and you tried to hurriedly climb down but stopped as one of them shot a pistol grazing Adrian’s shoulder.

He groaned losing balance and letting go.

“VIGILANTE!” You yelled out catching him as he fell down. You glared up feeling a spark you hadn’t felt in a long time as Adrian groaned. You were managing to hold you both up with one hand.

It was like a switch flipped inside of you. You hadn’t felt this type of anger in so long. The last time you felt like this was when you had barely turned thirteen.

Adrian usually managed to calm you before you got like this, but right now you couldn’t even hear him. It was like static playing in your head.

“You gotta let me go!” He yelled out. You shook your head.

“No. I’m gonna swing you to that open window down there and you’re gonna get out of here.”

“What about you?”

“I have some unsettled business.” His eyes widened hearing you.

“No! No! Y/N I know that tone of voice! It’s okay I’m not even that hurt.” You ignored him swinging him to the window climbing back up to the butterflies.

“No! Y/N!!” Adrian yelled out for you worriedly as you made it right as they shot again. You moved in time before it could hit you.

Pulling out a simple grenade you pulled the ring throwing it in the center of the room. They panicked as you used the opportunity to run out of the room.

Emilia and the team watched in shock as the room exploded. “What the hell is going on up there..”

John asked as Chris stood with a shocked but also impressed look.

“We have to go back in.” Emilia called out trying to contact you or Adrian.

“Don’t come back in!!” Adrian yelled out trying to warn them. His ear piece broke. He could hear them but they couldn’t hear him. “Shit” he cursed

He made it to you watching in awe as you grabbed a bomb stuffing it into one of the butterflies mouth as she grabbed you.

You stole her gun pushing her back to the group not even flinching when she exploded guts landing on your face.

Adrian was in awe but also worried seeing you act so reckless but also calculated. You were moving with grace as you shot the sprinklers setting them off.

They hissed at you trying to surround you. You pulled out an acid bomb throwing it on the water. The acid caused the water to boil splashing them viciously.

You waved your hand taunting them into following you. Adrian called out for you as you ran ahead dropping down to the third floor as they were on your tail.

“Y/N!!!” He caught you once you made it to the first floor trying to calm you.

“You’re going too far! Calm down!” You struggled in his hold as he carried you to the door. The butterflies catching up.

Adrian groaned as you slipped out face and body wet from the water. He pulled his gun shooting at them trying to keep them away.

“We gotta get out of here!” You shook your head.

“Not until I have their heads for hurting you.” Adrian watched in shock as you pulled out more bombs from your bag.

The team made it through as you pulled threw more acid bombs. “Get out of here!”

“Not without you both Vigilante!”

“No you don’t understand she’s not herself right now she can hurt you! Get out of here!!” Chris looked in shock seeing only about twenty of the butterflies left.

Adrian yelled at them trying to grab you once more. You shook him gasping as he threw you to the floor harshly.

“You’re being reckless and are gonna get yourself killed.” You froze as he took off his mask staring down at you.

“Adrian...”

“Yeah it’s me. Calm down.” You flinched at his tone feeling tears well up in your eyes seeing the damage done around the room.

“I-..I’m sorry..” He nodded helping you up.

“I know we can talk more later. For now let’s go!” You nodded letting him guide you out. Chris covered you both before running to the van.

“Drive!!” Emilia shouted at John. They were all panting as you stood quiet disappointed for losing control like that and for almost getting yourself and everyone injured.

Adrian grabbed your hand not wanting you to spiral. “You’re okay..”

“I gotta admit Y/N when you came I was a bit hesitant worrying you were gonna make things worse.” Emilia spoke up. You flinched waiting for her to continue.

“You may have almost gotten us killed, but I can respect that you went on a rampage cause they injured Adrian. We’re all a team so one of us is hurt that means we all are hurt, but next time try not to go overboard.”

You nodded before perking up, “Next time?” She nodded.

Chris scoffed turning to you, “Uh duh of course next time. That was all insanely cool. I can see why Vig likes you. You’re awesome. I totally wanna know how you made all of those.”

“It’s basic chemistry.”

“Hold up chemistry?”

“I’m a chemist. Graduated at the age of eighteen and got my degree.”

“Holy shit. Dude that’s cool.” Adrian grinned seeing the team getting along with you.

John sighed in relief playing soft music yelling back, “Welcome to the team.”

Emilia nodded, “But we cannot have Chase apart from you unless we genuinely need something destroyed. Honestly I’m surprised that building is still standing.”

Adebayo laughed nodding in agreement. “I’m with you there.”

Adrian smiled as you leaned into him still coming down from the adrenaline rush. “Sorry Adrian..”

He shook his head at your whisper, “You’re good honestly was kinda hot, but also really worried.”

You laughed, “You gave me like a panic boner.”

Adrian kissed your forehead at your laugh. “I know why you got upset too. You’re good.”

“Thanks..”

Truth was you couldn’t stand seeing anyone you cared for getting hurt. On your thirteenth birthday you lost your dad to drug dealers who wanted you to join knowing you were a chemist.

He died protecting you, but because of him you got to finish school and lead a good life. Of course that good life didn’t last long because later on you were kidnapped.

Thing is the day your was shot in front of you it caused you to go on a rampage. Adrian was the only one who knew this story.

It’s why you were chaotic and as much as you hated to admit it a bit childish at times.A part of you disappeared. The day your dad died you quite literally lost your mind.

Adrian didn’t mind though. He was just as crazy as you and he had no problem becoming the person you needed to make sure you were in check.

He chuckled as you bit his arm feeling happy. Chris grimaced turning away from you both.

“They’re perfect for each other.”

You both really were.

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inbarfink · 2 years

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So my read of “Time Warp” and it’s place in, like, the greater picture of ‘Rocky Horror’, is that... it’s almost like a microcosm of the whole show in a way? You take a piece of 50′s-60′s kitsch (Horror\Sci-Fi B-Movies for all of Rocky Horror, silly dance crazes for the Time Warp) and you, well, warp it through a 70′s sexy countercultural lense. Time Warp’s vaugely sci-fi time-travel theme isn’t that out of place with actual 60′s dance crazes when you consider the Monster Mash and the Martian Hop exist, but the fact that it prominently features pelvic thrust as one of it’s main moves gives it a bit more of a sexual undertone.

The big common theme of the verses is to, like, exaggerate the tone in which these dance-craze-song talk about the dances to a comedic level. So instead of the song going “oh do this dance it’s so fun!” it’s “this dance is the only thing that is keeping me sane, it’s like a dream, it literally transformed me into a being that cannot sense time!”.

And each spesific verse has one of Frank’s entourage do their silly praise of the Time Warp by comparing it to something thats:

A. Weird to Compare a Dance To B. Somehow on the theme of 70′s Counterculture C. Relevant to their character.

If we start with Riff-Raff’s verse:

This is... drug imagery. Specifically alcoholism (”Drinking those moments when\the blackness would hit me”). Now, Rocky Horror is surprisingly more coy in its references to Drugs compared to it’s trio partner, Sex and Rock’n’roll... but those that exist do tend to center around Riff-Raff: the “Flow Morphia slow” line in ‘Over the Frankenstein’s Place’, “He thought you were the candy man” was apparently in reference to an old euphemism for a drug dealer, you can catch him down an entire bottle of wine when the characters go to the lab...

Riff-Raff’s verse is about comparing the Time Warp to a drug. Cause those are both ways he tries to hold on to his sanity against the general misery and dismay of his life.

Magenta’s verse is also interesting:

First, I will remind everyone that Riff’s the one who sing the “you’re under sedation” part of the verse. Again, comparing the Time Warp to a drug is kinda his Thing.

Meanwhile, Magenta’s thing is more... I guess you can like this verse to her habit of spying on people via the castle’s security cameras, but I think it’s more about fiction? And probably spesifically movies. I mean, when you watch a movie, you’re like a voyeur from another universe, watching everything while being totally unseen. It’s often compared to a dream or a freeing fantasy. (And since in the stage version, Magenta generally shares an actress with the Usherette that sings Science Fiction/Double Feature, you can say that there IS literally a version of Magenta in another dimension watching all of this unfold). Movies are known for playing with one’s sense of time... and that’s exactly why Magenta’s comparing it to dancing the Time Warp.

The connection to the 70′s\counterculture theme is a bit more loose compared to her brother Riff-Raff, but she is framing watching movies\doing the Time Warp as a very surrealist and kinda sexual (’with voyeuristic intention’) thing, which is pretty out-of-step with the kind of meanstream culture at the time . For her both dancing and movies are a way to mess with her sense of reality.

Columbia’s verse is the most obvious in regards to her character:

Columbia compares the Time Warp to love, or maybe sex. probably both. This is clearly deeply relevant to her character and also easy to connect with the fun and thrill of the Time Warp Dance. I think here, time ‘meaning nothing’ refers to the hedonistic lifestyle she’s leading. Time means nothing when you’re only living for the now. I know some people like to debate whatever the snake-of-a-guy is talking about Eddie or Frank, but...

I actually think... if we are to look at this verse as a literal thing that happened to her, it makes more sense if it’s just Some Guy? Like, this is just Columbia talking about she got introduced to the counterculture and probably about her first casual sexual encounter, it doesn’t have to be about someone she actually loves right now. Comparing a dance to falling in love is honestly a bit too Normal for theme and also I have a hard time imagining either Eddie or Frank driving a pickup track.

#rocky horror picture show #rocky horror show #rocky horror #riff raff #magenta #magenta rhps #columbia rhps #rhps #the time warp #time warp

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horce-divorce · 6 months

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Update for interested parties: the last few days were frought, the situation in Wisconsin was not what we had hoped it would be at all once we got here, and it ended up not working out. Too many people with not enough space and too many clashing needs. it ended up feeling very unsafe for everyone.

We're staying with a different friend instead now, and today their mom/owner of the property not only said we could stay here for the winter if we need to, but also was scheming to try and find us a pop-up trailer this morning which we were totally blown away by, she's wonderful. We still want the kind of mobility where we could take off again at a moments notice, so I'm sorting that out, but we're with friends and thankfully not in a rush to leave again anytime soon.

i'm not sure if a camper is what we'll end up with. It isn't quite as stealthy as i'd like (if we need to urban camp at all it doesnt really work), but it would certainly add a lot of space and be more than doable, and Bel really liked the idea. If that doesn't work out, I'll look at trading our current vehicle for a used camper van in a comparable price range. I've never done that before but I have time to do research.

Thanks to the donations this week, we were able to fill the tank and get Bels meds on the way out here, which was such a huge relief. That gives us at least another month to try to find a prescriber for another refill. We also got a great haul from the food pantry out here, which was fun because the lady we're staying with actually runs it and it's inside an abandoned building.

the pantry was already in the building when it wasn't abandoned. my friend's mom took it over and was allowed to keep it in its original space, but everyone else moved out. My friend had the keys, so they took us in thru the back and this series of totally unlit, crowded corridors with random appliances, furniture, books and clothes, all of it donated. it was one of the most surreal experiences I've ever had. I asked to go back to take more pictures, which is why the 2nd pic is lit better.

Their house is also really cool. It's an old farmhouse, much bigger, with fewer people here, and we have a proper room upstairs rather than in an unfinished basement. there's a super comfy bed in here, too. I actually haven't had back pain in the morning here, for the first time since my surgery in May!

Also, absolutely wild shit in the world of drugs: nary a weed dealer to be found in this area, because delta 8 has completely taken over the market. I was deeply unimpressed when I tried it a few years ago, but my friend got us a live resin hhc/cbd/cbg/thcp cartridge and........... I am stoned. Like PROPERLY stoned. I haven't been this properly stoned since like 2013. It does kinda give me a headache, but it also helps the pain and gives me munchies and helps me sleep just like real weed. I even remembered my dreams a bit better than with d9.

Anyway I'm very grateful for my queer community today, for my friends mom who has come to my rescue more times than my own mom, and for everyone who's been invested, sending us money, advice, locations to scope out, items, and links; everyone who's been reblogging; and even everyone who's just listening to us talk and post, watching quietly from the sidelines.

We still have to go retrieve the rest of our stuff from the last place (on Monday), and things always change in an instant. We still have a lot of complex feelings, and this week was especially hard for Bellamy. He's never been through all this before this year, and the 19th was the anniversary of his worst trauma, losing the only good and loving person in his life 6 years ago. To be kicked out specifically on that anniversary was brutal. it made me wish I'd never brought him here. I really thought we'd be better off with that friend than on our own for the winter, and I made a mistake.

But we will still be okay. For now, we aren't alone, we're with good friends in a safe place, we've got food and meds and gas. We even have another place to stay if we change our minds. We check in with each other and process our feelings multiple times per day. It's still hard to get used to coming and going all the time; we stay in one place just long enough to get comfy and then we take off again, which is never long enough form a routine. So we're trying to learn how to do that for ourselves, based on our own needs, rather than around the location. But we're getting used to that, and each other's habits. When I go out to the car for supplies it smells like home in there.

It's hard feeling like we don't belong anywhere, like strangers care more about our wellbeing than our actual families. My dad did give us the car, and six months of insurance. He even renewed my license for me. But neither of my parents checks in on me, asks where we are or how we're doing. My mom seems to be getting more reactionary in her old age; not only did my transition cause a rift between us, she's now doubling down on trying to "cure" my autistic cousin when she knows that for both of us (and for Bel), our autism is a source of pride. She knows my disabilities and neurodivergence are what started this housing instability 10 years ago. She knows my health has been worsening. She doesn't text or call. All of you following this story on here know more about how and where we are than she does.

But times like this show us who our real friends and family are, and it's not the people who've left us to our own devices out here. It's everyone who's been stepping in to ask, "How are you doing? Can I send you anything? Do you need to talk? I love you. I want you to make it." The random guy we met hiking who never told us his name but who told us, "I hope you guys thrive. I really do." It's everyone who's sent us another $10 for our supplies because I haven't spent long enough in one spot to get any work done. It's the people who have never even met us before who offered to take Bel's cats indefinitely, or to let us come stay with them across the country. It's everyone who's pitching together to buy us more time when we need it. Everyone who sees us and bears witness and feels something about it.

At the end of the day, we sort of are choosing this lifestyle; if we wanted out, we would have to stay in one place longer than winter, get jobs, save money, find our own housing. But we kind of don't. Despite the hardships, despite what this journey is revealing about ourselves and the people we thought we could trust, we feel like it suits us to live out of the car. We go where we want, when we want. We don't have to answer to anyone else's schedule. If we want to go south or west when it's cold and visit our friends, all we need is the gas money and the OK to come over. We love the woods and we love living out there. It feels distant and lonely sometimes, but so right. We like getting to bounce around and meet each other's people. We want to see the old growth and the redwoods and the mountains and the seaside and the grand canyon. We want to go to Cuba and Vietnam and Iceland and Denmark. Maybe our health won't allow for us to do absolutely everything we want, but working underpaid jobs and paying rent absolutely won't allow for it. We have a better chance at our dreams now. We can lose our place to stay again and be fine and just keep going; it's not the end of the world. It's what we planned on doing, anyway. No big deal.

Living in the car has already allowed us to do more and have more adventures in just 3 months than we did in 2 whole years of us both being housed. We do have a lot to process emotionally and there's a lot on our plates; it's hard, and we do need a lot of help. It's not always good. Not having access to the internet when we're running out of money and gas and food; not having anywhere to bathe; having to go long distances to collect water even when we're not feeling well; losing things because i put them in the wrong place and drove off; that doesn't even begin to scratch on converting the car for stealth camping, choosing our routes and places to scope for campsites in new areas, or trying to figure out which supplies would actually be more helpful and cost effective in the long run.

But it's still not really any worse than the rat race to stay employed and be good renters. It's just different. And after 10 years of housing instability, and waiting for something to change, it hasn't. I'm growing more and finding more peace by just leaning into it. Trauma and bullshit never ends. Life doesn't ever stop for you so you can think about what just happened; there's never gonna be a perfect, calm time for you to digest everything and then move on strengthened and changed for the next main event. You have to learn how to do all that and keep living no matter what bullshit is ongoing. That's what "rolling with the punches" means. The punches dont stop, you learn to expect them, you move with them. I cant put my life on hold just because I'm homeless. It's not stopping me from doing the things I want. It's not stopping me from being the kind of guy I aim to be, or from making the kinds of choices i want. My life before did that.

Tl;dr thank you for all your help and concern this week, we made it to a different space and are taking some time to breathe. We are feeling more than a bit bruised, this week has been awfully triggering, but we also feel very held right now and we have space to calm down. For another few days at least, it's gonna be okay.

✨️🛸✌️

#me #prsnl #car living #keeping reblogs on bc im putting this on our travel blog. just for reference #long post #do u like my delayed reaction selfie. rofl.#gpoy

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bowiebond · 2 years

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“Use Me” - Mungrove ficlet(?)

NON SFW - 18+

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40749846

CW for drugs, underage drinking, Billy kinda has a wrapped sense/image of self, self destructive behavior, very brief suicidal idealization, past dubious consent, making out while under the influence

Words: 1.6k

Billy being that guy on the block back in California. The one you could grab by the hair mid conversation and he’d just know what you wanted. He had a reputation beyond filthy, but it’s not like anyone would say a word. They were participating after all. Using Cali’s prettiest blond like a fuck doll. Men and women alike knew if they wanted Billy they could have him. He wanted them to want him, to use him, and it is self destructive and fun and hazed around the edges because why not take the pill this strange man has given you? It helps your anxiety, he says. It’ll loosen you up.

When he gets to Hawkins, he knows he can’t pull the same game. Not in a town so small that everyone knows everyone's business. So it’s strictly women this time, though its not as fun when they aren’t looking to use and abuse the power they have over him. He wants them to treat him like he doesn’t fucking matter.

Next step in self destruction is drinking until the world goes black. A fine alternative, but not nearly as fun.

Until he hears about the freak drug dealer.

“He’s fucking weird, but if you want weed, he’s got it. He usually does his deals out in the woods behind the school. There’s a little table out there, think it was left there when they tore down the park that used to be there way back.”

Billy wasn’t looking for weed though. He was looking for something stronger. Harder. He wanted to make mistakes. He wanted to bliss or spiral, whichever came quicker to him.

The drug dealer is a freak. In the way that he’s fucking weird, but he’s got bands that Billy likes on his vest and thick silver rings on his fingers.

“Got anything stronger?” He looks like he’s about to say no, to deny him, but something makes him pause, and Billy would take it. Because that pause would lead to a yes, and a yes is what he needed.

A yes is what gets him into the freaks trailer, what gets him a tiny baggie of something to make the world disappear into a thimble of fuzz and noise.

He looks him right in the eye when he pops it on his tongue and swallows, grinning at the wide eyes the man gives him, Billy’s cash in his hands.

“Thanks.” Billy intends to drive somewhere quiet, maybe the quarry, enjoy his high in the backseat of his car and if he fell off the cliff-side by chance, oh well. Goodbye little Indiana.

Munson doesn’t let him. Grabs his arm and holds Billy in place. He has more strength than Billy would have guessed.

“You shouldn’t drive. Fuck, if I knew you were just going to- You’re riding this out here, I’m not having you die with my shit in your system.”

Billy just sighs. He doesn’t care where he rides it out, as long as it wasn’t at home where his dad would see. Would disturb the fuzzy feeling.

Munson’s room is nice. Filled with familiar faces and images that Billy has in his own room, or that he’s seen on album covers in music stores. He takes his bed with little care for where he would sit, though Munson makes himself comfortable in a well loved cushion chair, flipping through a box of tapes idly. He looks every bit unbothered and worried, which Billy thought was rather contradictory.

“You good?”

“Perfect.” Billy drawled, and as the minutes ticked by, he was really starting to believe it. He laid his head back on the pillow and looked up at the array of posters and pictures, reaching up to traced down the chest of Kirk Hammett. He laughed to himself, fingers tapping against his stomach.

“You like Metallica, huh?” He lolled his head to the side to look at Munson, who peeking up at him through his bangs and nodded curtly.

“Yeah. Good music.”

“Fucking oath.” Billy laughed again, breathy and sputtered back down his throat as he turned his eyes back to the picture. His nail dragged along the shape of his face and he hummed, the world starting to feel hazy. Everything felt...good. Really good.

Kirk looked good. Everybody had to have a celebrity crush after all.

His fingers continued to rapt against his stomach. His skin felt warm and he slipped it under and up, stretching out on the bed comfortably. He could doze off just like this. He giggled.

“Enjoying yourself?” It’s sarcasm, he’s sure of it, and he just kept giggling.

“More than ever.” He traced circles onto his skin, mimicking human touch, and he tilted his head as he stared at Kirk’s face. “Wanna join me?”

“I don’t get high with buyers. Especially not of your brand.”

“Brand? Am I commodity to you, Munson?” Billy looked at him, a mocking pout on his lips. “You wanna buy me?”

“Just shut up.” He gave him a disapproving look, annoyance in his tone, and Billy bit his lip, chuckling to himself.

“I’m free.” He dragged his finger down the center of his stomach, dragging it back up when it brushed the waistband of his jeans. “You could have me. However you like.”

“Do you always talk like you’re trying to find a John when you’re high, or am I special?” There’s bite to his words, and Billy giggled, gasping before he continued with a louder laugh.

“Do you wanna be special? I can’t guarantee I’ll scream your name cause I’ve already forgotten it...” He looked up and slid the tip of his tongue along the inside of his mouth as he pressed his hand against the poster like he could push through it to touch the real thing. “But I could call you whatever you want.”

“You’re fucking higher than a kite, Hargrove.” Munson sighed, dropping his tapes onto his desk and heaving himself out of his chair. Billy gave a fake, weak whimper, Munson’s lack of spontaneity almost dragging his mood down.

“Nobody wants to play with me anymore.” Billy grumbled, sliding his hand over his crotch. He pushed up into it and sighed, hazy gaze focused on dark hair and cupid bow lips.

“Hey,” Munson turned back to him and quickly snipped at the blond. “Hey, no, you are not doing that- not in my bed.”

Billy rolled his eyes and looked up at Munson, tilting his head slowly.

“You don’t like me.”

“Big whoop. Breaking news, I don’t really like preps. Or dickbags.”

“That’s okay.” Billy grinned, tongue peaking between his teeth as he raised his hips, slipping his hand inside his jeans. “You don’t have to like me.” His lips parted in a soft ‘o’, eyelids falling half-mast. His skin felt hot all over.

“Seriously? I just told you-!” His face contorted in disgust, looking away before he resigned himself to reaching down to grab Billy’s wrist.

Fingers buried in his dark hair, clumsily pulling him down onto one knee, barely catching his balance.

“You could just use me.” It’s breathed into his ear, the seductive promise of a siren. “I miss being of use.” His hand moved beneath the denim of his jeans, minuscule, but it drew out the sweetest, softest moan. Munson closed his eyes and took in a deep breath.

“For fuck sake.”

Billy knew he had won when lips crashed against him, hand slipping free of dark locks to fall against the pillow as he parted his lips. He felt between worlds as Munson licked into his mouth, Billy’s efforts to kiss back lackluster at best. Sloppy with his heavy tongue and tingling lips, feeling a million miles away and right in the moment all at once.

He moaned into his mouth as he pumped his fist, Munson’s hand still around his wrist and burning hot like a clamp of sizzling iron. It was fucking perfect.

He wanted Munson to undress him, put those scorching hands all over his body and leave him blooming pink and red from the heat of it. Wanted to be moved like a pretty doll and wanted, fucked and filled. God, he had missed it.

Just the thought alone had him close to cumming, gasping against Munson’s lips, low moans and the sound of messy, wet kisses filling the room. He sighed sweetly when Munson pulled away, wanting to chase it, but his head was swimming. He felt dizzy in the best way, cheeks hot.

He moaned in anticipation as Munson’s hand slipped down from his wrist to curl against his own, not touching his cock, but touching still. He leaned in, a hairs breath away, and Billy tilted his chin up for another kiss that never came.

“Be useful, and take care of yourself like a big boy.” Then his touch was gone, ripped away and it was like he was doused in ice, raising his heavy head to watch Munson head for the door.

“You...” He didn’t know what to say, the words muddled in his brain, in his mouth that still tasted like tobacco. As if on cue, Munson pulled out a pack of cigarettes and popped one in his mouth.

“I don’t fuck on K, Hargrove.”

“Fuck you.” Billy sneered and Munson huffed a humorless laugh.

“You wanna get fucked? Come back when you’re sober and less of an asshole.” He closed the door behind him and Billy huffed, falling back against the pillow. He glanced back up at the poster of Kirk and popped his button.

“He’s such a dick.” Billy grumbled, unfastening his zipper and wrapping his hand around his cock. He licked his lips, the corner of his lip slowly twitching up as he stroked. “I bet I can make him play with mine.” He tongued his cheek, breaking into a wide, dopey smile.

Push the right buttons, and maybe his drug dealer would fuck him while he was still a prick. Because nothing would change that part of him.

#mungrove #beddie #billy hargrove #eddie munson #billy hargrove x eddie munson #eddie munson x billy hargrove #stranger things #stranger things fic

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vigsilantes · 2 years

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blush (adrian chase x reader)

Pairing: Adrian Chase / Vigilante x GN Reader Summary: On a late-night mission at a carnival helping out Chris's friend, you and Adrian have a fun little impromptu date. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: this is part one of the carnival, i will be making a second part to this soon!! :) Tags: Established Relationship, Reader-Insert, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, Idiots in Love, Mission Fic, Comfort, Fluff, Post-Canon, Carnival, Banter Warnings: swearing, drugs, killing

~masterlist~ | >>>(read on ao3)<<<

Of all the strange places missions have taken you to, tonight might take the cake – it’s at carnival. Usually, you only visit the carnival when it’s in town in the summertime for you and Adrian’s yearly date there. You’ve never gone to the carnival dressed in your vigilante suit for a mission and you never thought you would be, but here you are. It could be worse though, at least these drugs you were going after were human, and no aliens are involved. In the van before getting briefed for the mission, you, Adrian, and the rest of the team were chattering about the odd location of the job.

“Listen up,” Emilia started as she realized you were discussing the mission, “as I started saying earlier, tonight’s mission is kinda weird, we’r-”

“Hey it’s not weird.” Chris interrupted.

“God, okay so sneaking into a carnival and busting a low-stakes drug deal isn’t at all weird?” Harcourt plainly questioned, all eyes flew to Chris, who shook his head in disagreement.

“Alright, that’s beside the point, but this is a favor for me, okay?” Chris looked around at everyone, Adrian shook his head in understanding.

“So, just to be clear, are the rides at the carnival going to be on or off? Just asking, for a… friend,” Adrian willfully questioned, you looked around, wondering the same thing. Harcourt slowly nodded her head indicating that the rides will be off, “Damn,” Adrian whispered to himself, you also felt a bit sad knowing you won’t be able to go on any rides. Chris chuckled from seeing your shared reactions.

“Sooo,” Adebayo started, trying to get back on topic.

“Yeah, so anyway, my buddy is the owner an-”

“Wait what friend?” Adrian inquisitively asked Chris, marveling at the fact that he has other friends.

“Dude it doesn’t matter, he runs the carnival that’s in town right now and he says a few of his employees have been dealing drugs, and that they have a whole little drug ring hidden in the carnival but he’s too much of a pussy to confront them, so he asked me, and I owe him, so I asked Harcourt.”

“So, we’re just breaking into this locked up circus to stop drug dealers?” you ask, wanting to confirm the obscurity of the mission.

“And killing? Is that on or off of the table?” Adrian added, which was a very good question to ask.

“On, he wants them gone,” Harcourt replied, you and Adrian nodded, “there shouldn’t be many of them either, so it’s a fairly simple deal.”

“Oh, and we aren’t breaking in,” Chris looked at you then reached for his pocket, “he gave me the keys,” he took the keys and waved them, they jingled in his hand.

“Almost there,” John announced, the carnival is set in the middle of the town, so it wasn’t a long drive at all, and with it being so late at night no one was out, you could’ve walked there if you wanted to.

“Do those keys… unlock some rides, perhaps?” you ask, Adrian’s eyes darted to Chris waiting for an answer. Chris slyly smiled at the two of you.

“Maybe,” he teased, Adrian huffed in annoyance, you and Leota rolled your eyes simultaneously.

“Yes or no, man?” Adrian whined, which made Chris burst out in laughter.

“Let’s see how the mission goes,” Emilia said, you scrunched your eyebrows at the hint of Em wanting to go on some rides, Chris nodded his head.

“You want to go on a ride?” Adrian asked Emilia, you two always think the same things.

“Yeah, what, I’m not a monster,” she rebutted, everyone laughed, and the van came to a stop. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” she said plainly.

“No need to be a Debbie downer,” Chris said to Emilia, who was snickering. You and Adrian threw on your masks, everyone hopped out of the van, except John, and Chris was rattling the keys around in his hand as he grabbed his gun. You then made your way to the fence, and Chris easily unlocked the lock, everyone entered the eerily dark carnival.

“Woah super creepy in here with no lights on,” you say, looking around at the empty, silent park.

“Totally,” Adrian voiced, “doesn’t look this fuckin’ weird when we come here on our dates,” he looked over at you, and you nodded, thinking about the times you’ve been here on dates with him. You two always have a blast on your carnival dates, and you couldn't wait for your date this year.

“So, what part of this place are the drug dealers in?” Leota asked Chris, who was taking the lead.

“Behind some of the games,” Chris stated, and you headed towards the game section, you and Adrian slinked to the back of the group to quietly chat while the others bickered. You two always made a habit of walking behind together so you could have a bit of time with each other.

“If we don’t get to go on a single ride here afterwards, I’ll be fucking pissed,” Adrian whispered to you.

“Same here, Vig,” you added, "but if not, we still have our date," you remind him, he looked over to you through his visor.

"So true, and I totally can't wait babe, but how awesome would it be to be the only ones on a ride here?" he asked and you nodded in reply, he was right, it would be dope. After a couple moments you approached a few game booths. As you caught up with the group, you looked around and the booths were empty besides all the games. The setup of the games were present, but there were no toys in sight.

“Where the hell are the prizes?” Leota queried as she looked at the empty booths, Adrian gasped, and everyone turned to look at him.

“What if the toys are alive like in Toy Story?” Adrian suspiciously questioned, Chris broke out in a laugh that almost blew your cover, Em hit him on the arm to shut him up.

“They could be…” you quickly came to Adrian’s defense, “hell, we’ve fought aliens before, toys coming to life wouldn’t be the most shocking thing we've ever seen,” Adrian hummed in agreement.

“They’re right, I mean, considering the shit we’ve done?” Leota peered, Chris and Emilia scoffed, "what, you never know?" Leota wearily stated. Chris then led everyone to the door of the game and you went into the back storage part of the booth and lo and behold, there were all kinds of drugs; coke, meth, pot, you name it and it would be here. The booths were all connected and so were the back storage rooms, it was like a long hallway of some sorts, and by the looks of it, there were about five or six booths with drugs stored everywhere. Chris guffawed at the assortment of drugs, and suddenly you heard a door at the end of the long hallway open. Everyone’s weapons raised, and you all silently waited for the drug dealers to enter. The door crept open, and four men entered, knives in hand. With just a few lousy pulls of his trigger, Chris took out all of the men, and they all instantly dropped to the ground.

“Hmm, that was easy,” Chris stated, you stared at him.

“It was only four men?” you question, and Leota furrowed her brows.

“Yeah, all done,” Chris confirmed, Emilia tilted her head.

“Why are we all here then?” Leota asked, a smile spread across Chris’s face.

“For the fun,” he wiggled his eyebrows and shook the keys again, Adrian gasped, and you began feeling giddy. “Knew this would be easy, just thought we could use some fun for a fuckin' change,” he said, you chuckled. “I know how to turn on a bunch of the rides,” Chris bragged, and Adrian pumped his fist.

“Oh, hell yeah!” Adrian exclaimed, he ripped his mask off, and a wide grin was painted across his face. He reached for his safety pouch and put his glasses on.

“Let me get John,” Emilia smiled as she left the booth. Before leaving, Adrian picked up a teddy bear because it looked strange. He ripped the head off of it, exposing a bag of coke in the bear’s stomach.

“Oh, so the toys are not alive, they were for the drugs,” Adrian confirmed, and tossed the coke bear aside, you giggled.

“You wanna ride the Ferris wheel or what?” Chris asked you, Adrian, and Leota. Adrian was practically vibrating from excitement.

“Duh,” he plainly told Chris. You four then left the drug booth and walked over to meet John and Emilia. Chris led everyone to the Ferris wheel, and Adrian scooped up your hand in his. You then took off your mask to look at him and met him with a smile. “This is different than our normal carnival date,” Adrian stated.

“It is, it’s badass,” you told him, and he shook his head. "It's a fun mini carnival date," he looked pleased.

“Hell yeah it is!” he agreed, and you eventually reached the big Ferris wheel. Chris unlocked the barricade gate, walked over to the control booth, and dropped his gun. The rest of you followed and made a pile of your weapons. Chris then used a different key to turn it on, and the lights immediately flashed on and illuminated the gloomy park. Everyone’s eyes widened, and Chris eagerly laughed.

“It’s on a self-timer so we can all go on it, and if anything goes wrong, well, we can figure that out after,” Chris admitted, you and Adrian didn’t really care, as you’ve done more dangerous things than go on a Ferris wheel.

“Ehhh,” John started, actually being sensible about the risks, Leota also looked a bit unsettled. Chris patted his back.

“Don’t be a pussy, let’s just have some fun!” Chris exclaimed, John grumbled at first, but you could see the contemplation leave his face.

“Fine,” he said, "if this goes south you’re jumping off and stopping it," he decided, and Adrian clapped.

“Deal," Chris replied, then looked around, "alright, who’s first?” Adrian instantly shot up his hand and grabbed yours, pushing you both to the front of the group.

“Figured,” Chris said, and motioned for you both to sit in the car. Adrian entered first, then you slid in next to him. Emilia shut the gate and locked it, hitting it twice, signaling Chris to move the ride. Chris hit a few buttons and your car lifted, then stopped so the rest of the team can get on. Leota and John shared a car, and once they were in the ride moved again, then promptly stopped. Emilia sat down first leaving the door ajar, Chris then hit the button and the ride slowly lifted, he sprinted to the entrance and jumped into the seat with her, almost missing his chance to join the ride but he somehow didn't. This time, the ride didn’t stop, and you began to go higher in the air. It was a fairly large Ferris wheel, and the view over Evergreen was beautiful. Adrian inched closer to you and threw his arm around you, you nestled your head into his chest.

“This is so fucking rad,” Adrian said as the both of you looked at the dark town.

“Right,” you added, and the breeze from the ride felt a bit chilly, even in your suit, so you scooched closer to Adrian.

“We still have to come back here for our date though, I am not skipping out on that tradition,” he said, you nodded your head, your yearly carnival dates have become a fun part of your relationship, you didn't want to miss it either.

“Oh of course, wouldn’t wanna miss that,” you confirmed, and Adrian blissfully sighed, and your car reached the height of the Ferris wheel. The town looked serene, there were barely any lights on as everyone was most likely asleep, and it put you at ease. Adrian pecked the top of your head, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile, you inched away from his chest to look up at him. He met your gaze and swiftly pressed his lips to yours, and in this moment, you felt beyond content. He pulled away from you and gently smiled, with his cheeks sporting a perfect shade of pink as he looked down at you. You adored how often he blushes, it makes your heart flutter. “I lovveeeee how easily you blush, it’s adorable,” you admitted, his cheeks somehow grew even pinker.

“Whattt – please,” he waved his free hand, bashfully dismissing your compliment. “Ahhh you know I love ya, right? Like so much. Soooo so so sooo much, babe,” he pecked your cheek.

“Love you too, Ade,” you beamed, and returned your head to that all too familiar position in his chest. As the ride continued, the slight movement of your seat was relaxing, and you felt incredibly serene while embraced in Adrian’s warm arms.

#adrian chase #adrian chase x reader #vigilante #vigilante x reader #freddie stroma #peacemaker #adrian chase x you #peacemaker hbo #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fic #chris smith #emilia harcourt #leota adebayo #john economos #gn reader #reader insert #adrian chase vigilante

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tadhgoftheforest · 11 months

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Eddie shivered, goosebumps crawling up his skin. It started as a chill against the bottom of his spine, rolled up his back causing his muscles to tighten, and ended with his shoulders jerking tightly and the hairs standing up straight on the back of his neck. The melting snow on the roof had dripped down the back of his coat, sending a momentary shock to his system before the small amount of ice water had warmed to his body and absorbed into the multiple layers of clothing he'd bundled himself into. He was finishing up a smoke, standing halfway under the overhang at some guy's house party.

He'd never really been invited to many of these. Everyone had kinda always steered clear of him. First, because he had an extended weird puberty period of not quite fitting into what everyone else liked at the right period of time. Second, because he'd moved quickly from oddball weirdo to the most plain Jane, khaki colored, nondescript depiction of a humanoid, to rock'n'roll bad boy extraordinaire. He'd gone from being known and laughed at behind people's hands, to disappearing from their consciousness altogether, to making everyone wonder who the new loud and obnoxious transfer student was. No one seemed to recognize him. He didn't really think he'd changed all that much from mid middle school to freshman year, but if the way people talked about him was any indication, then he was an entirely new person.

Weighed down by all his insecurities and fears, he'd drawn a blanket of false bravado over his shoulders, attempted to mash together a witty class clown air with the skills of a charming smoothtalker. While he liked to think it worked, people seemed to take his words as sarcastic or patronizing based on the black clothes, leather, demonic imagery, and incessant use of the word 'fuck'. Then he'd had to pile 'pretender' onto the top of his insecurities he was hiding from. People had seen how he looked and immediately assumed he was up to no good and that he was involved in the darker things of life; for people his age, that meant underage access to booze and drugs—neither of which he actually had access to when he first started getting approached.

The first time it'd happened had been at a football game late in the season freshman year. He'd been standing in the bleachers, hands in his jacket pockets, watching Hawkins give a good fight against this prep school from Marion. Someone had shuffled up next to him, mirroring his stance. He thought they'd just come to watch the game.

"Hey," the guy had said towards him, nodding his head a bit, eyes looking everywhere but at Eddie.

Confused, he'd responded back with his own 'hey' before returning his gaze to the field.

"I'm lookin' for a good time," the guy had said, somewhat under his breath.

His heart had started tripping over itself in his chest. He'd felt himself tense up, terrified that he'd been found out. He'd barely come to the understanding that he liked guys and girls, so how could someone he not even know already know his most recent secret?

"Yeah?" he'd asked the guy, voice shaking, trying to find the quickest way through the crowd in front of him with his eyes so he could dodge the guy if things got messy.

"Yeah. Whatta you sellin'?"

Eddie felt relief flood through him, eyes fluttering shut as he took in a lungful of air. No one knew. He was safe. And then the words finished processing in his head. Selling? Oh God, he'd thought, the dude thought he was a drug dealer. A whole new sense of panic caused his heart rate to spike.

"Not tonight, I'm not," he'd eventually forced out. He didn't know what he wanted the guy to think. He just wanted to get the guy gone. He had no clue if saying he didn't sell was better or worse for staying alive. The guy easily had a foot and a buck twenty on him; there was no way he was going to survive a fight if he pissed this guy off.

"Bummer. You sellin' soon?" The guy didn't sound too upset, mostly just a little disappointed sounding.

"Maybe," he'd finally hedged, still trying to navigate how to best exit this alive and then to get the fuck away from the game.

"Cool. See you 'round."

Eddie's at some country club asshole's party and somehow finds himself sitting outside next to this guy that he quickly realizes he spent last summer crushing on—Scoops Hottie.

Find out how Eddie and Scoops Hottie meet at ao3

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddieweek2023 #stranger things #tadhgwrites #eddie munson lives #bisexual eddie munson

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inkyflygoesbzzzz · 2 years

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Okay, it's been a while but I can't just fuccin do this anymore!! 👺

Sam Levinson, honey, please do humble yourself. I mean, we get it, you have been praised a lot by everyone for Euphoria S1 and you got the idea that every single thing that ever comes out of that head of yours is immediately and undeniably GENIOUS.

IT'S JUST NOT

It looks like at some point of S2 production Sam just stopped preparing some whole picture and just focused on the vibe totally messing with the logic of characters' arcs and the very logic itself

In this series of posts I will try to explore how S2 ruined particular characters from EUPHORIA

But here is the main problems I've seen so far:

This whole "everyone now sleeps with everyone" kinda trop is always a bad sign for a show. Usually the creators do that when they have to something but can't find a proper conflict. And it's usually a rather plain and forced idea. Remember Joey and Rachel from F. R. I. E. N. D. S.? Well, it was season 10 and the writers needed to postpone Roschel for a little bit longer and they had to this. Euphoria has 2 seasons and THIS is already happening (Cassie and Nate (Are F-ing kidding me?! Jules and Elliot (who de hell is this guy he just appears out of nowhere) and yes Lexi and Fez (both of them are cute (and Fez is a good person (Ill talk about Lexi later)). Those things seem forced and feel like a curtain that's covering the real plot you desperately trying to see.

Logic plot holes that just do not make sense.WTF would Fez take Rue to the drug dealer?! WTH Rue was gonna do with her debt to Laurie once she consumed all her pills?! Where are the consequences of her long run? She kinda broke tons shit of laws.

Erasing the plotlines just because of personal preferences. Like, we all heard of Barbie and Sam being in conflict due to the different wishes for the Kat's plotline. First of all, I support Barbie on this matter - she knows best not Sam about the struggles of a plus-sized person. Second of all, erasing the whole plotline and ruining the rest of it on purpose is a sign of a bad content creating.

IM A LITTLE BIT tired so let's conclude:

It appears that Sam Levinson has some certain problem with making a solid story with solid arches and characters. The plot doesn't have a thoughtful and compelling containment but only great visual, deep ideas and "deep" ideas. Sam really needs to bring more people into the writting room or HBO will have another cult TV Show ruined by an arrogant writting

#cassie howard #euphoria #hbo #rue bennett #maddy perez #nate jacobs #kat hernandez #Lexi howard #jules vaughn #zendaya #sydney sweeney #Sam levinson #Alexa demie

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lonespektr · 2 years

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Oct 11th Birdboy: The forgotten children

Hmmm before the film... Interesting, better

Nuclear fallout shit

Why the credit say this for kids this a horror

Them little rats just got blown to bits??

How many narrators are there?

Birdkid you sick???

He can't fly where him wings lawd

Damn coughing blood

Alarm clock after getting pushed off the end table : Why do you always hurt me?

Luchadoras dog?

WTF crying blood Jesus big head baby doll omg squeezey

Gross

WTF kinda false brother

Happy pills

Who this rabbit?

This before or after?

She got a squad

This water proof alarm clock is swimming through a puddle

Not crying about tin cans A MASSACRE

Bruh Birdboy got the TB, consumption

AND A SOUL GLO?

Not mama why do you have the damn bird then

Why is the pig dealing with birdyyoungin??

Why is the bird in a suit?

drugs

Cooked out Birdboy

wow

Searchlight eyes

Omg branch

He bleeding AGAIN

Murdering momma bird???

Wow

What's with the genetic haters

Birdman was my father

Light house keeper

Drug dealer

Cut the trees

Killed his father

Magic acorns

For the nuclear fall out

Themes of being trapped by abusive family

Mom is nose spider

Very hallucinogenic

Stole the money

Drugs

Killed the source of addiction?? Or her

That dog don't have class

Murdered the alarm clock

That bird still high as fuck

Addiction Parents Industrial Pollution

Silent children

THEY SHOT HIM ACAB

He bleeding flowers

Not a ghost bug

Hidden oasis

Oh no bb the wata

The bugs are worried and waterproof?

They eating him alive?

Not the drow Ed alarm

He made amends?

This racist?

She dead

The parents tell the kids fight

KNEW IT

He killed the dad but the other kid killed his son HE TOOK HIM

Intrusive thoughts Command Hallucinations

Now what did the bugs do to him under water

This shit is fucked

Lots of sick (and obese) mothers who die

CIRCLE OF Life hits you in the head

He got to bury everybody???

Padre

Left due to addiction

Tossed the pills

Iighthouse broke?

Trash every where too

Back

The nightmare creatures

Are from his shadow

All of it??

More abuse of kids due to drugs

Blvd of broken dreams

Pvc duck

Pig??

I thought he got ate

Rat community specifically I thought it was everybody

Reject the death cult

It's not edgy to be self destructive

You're not mortuary superior because you trash an already trashed system making everyone else's lives tangibly worse

Women still doing all emotional labor

ACAB for the cost guard too

Damn finally got him RIP

But the rabbit can be the new light

GRIM

#spooky 22 watch #birdboy: the forgotten children #pscionautas los ninos olvidados

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joon-hi · 2 years

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A/N:Let’s just say I’m obsessed with Eddie

Warnings: fluff? Jealousy? Mention of drugs and swearing

SUMMARY: JEALOUS! Y/N IS LEAVING, SHE TRIES TO CONVINCE EDDIE TO STAY BEDORE SHE LEAVES THE FOLLOWING DAY

Respectfully, I am proud to be Eddie’s girlfriend, he is everything I need, a dealer, a supplier, someone to talk to outside of school. He basically is my walking cart, he says he loves to hold my stuff and keep some of my stuff when he misses me which makes me love him even more, but the one thing I hate about Eddie is that he plays the stupidest fucking game in the world called Dungeons and Dragons and it’s nerd shit, like it can go on all day if they really wanted too, it’s boring and lame and boring

“Eddie can you just stay home?” You begged “uh uh baby, tonight EVERYONE is gonna be there and I need to get Lucas, Brian, and Colin filled in to what happened while they were gone” he said throwing on his “HellFire” shirt that I loved wearing after a good fuck (kill me😞)

“But baby tomorrow I won’t be here and I want to spend time with you” I whined hoping my persuading skills were working on his blank expression, he just stood there I am assuming thinking about if he should leave

“I mean this campaign is kinda…” he trailed off, me getting the hint

“fine, leave I don’t care, but if you don’t see me when you get back I hope you regret it” I said throwing my hands up and turning over in his bed obviously internally hoping he would change his mind

I heard him sigh very loudly then hearing the door open then close, I then heard the car speed away making my throughly start to ache and tears brimming my eyes, ‘I thought he would choose me over some stupid game’ I thought starting to sniffle “so much for love” I whispered out to no one

A while late I decided that I should just leave and talk to him when I get back from california, I began to pick up my things and open the door only to see Eddie walking up to the door with a cute white teddy bear with a heart in the middle, Y/F/F (your favorite flowers), and a card

“oh I thought you went to the Dungeons and Dragons thingy” I said trying not to look at the beautiful gifts that he obviously bought for me

“Oh yeah, I was but then I felt bad that I wasn’t spending time with my loving beautiful kind girlfriend before she left to someplace across the country” he smirked closing the door behind him

“Who are those for?” I asked playing dumb

“Uh, i think they are for my loving beautiful kind girlfriend” he said going along with me

“Oh who is she?” I smirked waiting to here what amusing thing he would say

“My dog” he laughed then hugged me tightly “oh” I said frowning he chuckled making my heart beat a bit faster

“nah, I don’t even have a dog so I guess the only other loving beautiful kind girlfriend is…” he released himself from the hug and got on one knee

“…you” he smiled handing me the cute gifts which caused me to hug him squishing the gifts

“I love you so much Eddie” I mumbled into his neck “I love you 3000” he whispered into my ear “but before we y’know get into it, read the card” he smiled handing you the card once you let go of him

And this is what the card said:

Y/N, I know leaving to go to play the stupidest game in the world breaks your heart just a little since I choose to go to that over spending every second with you, and it breaks my heart a little knowing that is how you feel, and so since your loving boyfriend (soon to be husband and father to our kids) I want to make your last day with me for a few months the last day you’ll remember about me until we meet again, I love you more than my mom, dad, and uncle, and weed, I love you more than sir, seriously, so since you read my lousy handwriting and I hope correctly punctuated sentences, I want you to know I do love you and I want you too feel like I love you (which I do)

Eddie

I didn’t even have words to say all I could do was kiss him, and hug him

“I hope you liked the card it was fucking 5 dollars” he groaned hugging you tighter

“but every penny was worth it knowing you were the one to receive it” he smiled kissing you again

“I don’t wanna go to california anymore” I cried into his shoulder “I wanna stay with you” I cried even louder hugging him tighter (btw we is on the floor forgot to clarify, you is in his lap hugging him, legs on both sides of him, just letting you picture this in the way I am)

“I know sweetheart, I know” he said rocking me back in forth “but hey, if I make enough money I can visit you before you come back” he said trying to make me feel better “you will?” I asked looking up at him with wide teary eyes, which only made Eddie want to fuck you even more “yeah” he simply said standing up still holding you well carrying you now

“I don’t think I could last 4 months without you anyways” he chuckled making you smile wildly but still crying

“Me neither” I giggled “but let’s make your remaining 10 hours count” he smiled an evil smirk

A/N: how was it? I feel like it was rushed but whateves, hope you enjoyed besties

#eddie x y/n #Eddie #Munson #stranger things #strangerthings x real world #boyfriend Eddie #eddie munson

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goldenorangedawn · 5 days

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02-98

I went to a show at *ch with jon, and his band was playing. The idea was to check out this show and then meet up with chris, kayla jorge and paula later on to go to a rave.

The show is pretty crazy. U**. Very violent pit, lots of beer flying, but also sort of clownish. I smoked a joint in the parking lot. Someone gave me a beer and i drank half of it. Jon’s band play and it was pretty good but noisy with feedback from guitars and the mic. The sound levels were not quite right but i could tell jon was getting a kick out of it.

Around 1:30, kayla's car pulled up. They handed me a bag of coke and we all did key bumps before we headed out to warsaw. I danced a little bit and talked for a bit with this older dude in college who was rolling his face off. Kept doing more bumps of coke and making trips with everyone back to the car to smoke more pot.

We then went to this super gay rave at [redacted] where it was all old school house and techo. I got so high on coke that i had this crazy revelation that this was the right music. I was losing it. We met up then with chris's friend kiki, who was a huge and scary looking dude, but he was nice enough. We went outside and all smoked a blunt with him and we did more bumps. Flaco met up with us and chugged half a quart right there in the parking lot. He was faded. Then we all went back inside and started dancing with this older dude in college who was rolling his face off. Kept doing more bumps of coke and making trips with everyone back to the car to smoke more pot.

At one point in the car was nessi lluvia, who recognized me and remembered me from middle school. She was also faded and doing bumps. We went back inside and talked for a long time, actually longer than we’ve ever talked but it was kinda hard with the music, so we just danced instead and she kept moving all passionately and putting her arms around me and all over me. I started to get hard.

But the moment got interrupted (or so i thought) when kiki and flaco came on to the dance floor, and kinda started dancing with them in the same way.

We all went back to the van and smoked a blunt. There was no more coke but flaco said he had the connect. Flaco went inside to grab chris. Kayla and paula had already gone home and so he joined us on the quest to get drugs. Chris drove the van, being the most confident about his sobriety. Kiki in the passenger seat. Flaco in the next row, and me in the backseat with nessi.

Nessi was a lot different than i remembered her from middle school, but sitting there talking to her was really enjoyable. She had her septum pierced and seemed more into the rave lifestyle. She had also gotten a lot bigger and her ass was huge in her striped dress. I was surprised that all the othee guys were into this, and so was i. Everyone thought she was really fine in middle school and that quality still came through. She could just get any guy i guess. She was kinda wired on something. I was up but the coke was kind of out of my system by now.

It was getting close to 5 in the morning when i realized chris and kiki were a little bit lost trying to find this dealer’s house. Nessi leans over and starts rubbing my crotch. Then she puts her face on it. Then she starts opening up my pants. “Can i?” She whispers. Then i couldn’t believe it, she started sucking my dick. It’s real nice, but i don’t cum, and we start giggling but she keeps sucking every now and then. We find the dealer and kiki and chris go in to the dealer’s house. We wait in the van and she sucks a little more. I think kiki saw something because when he gets back in the car he’s like “what are you two up to??” But we just laugh and don’t say anything. Chris tells me later her knew what was going on.

They didn’t get coke from the dealer and instead got special k, which i had never tried. We go back to kiki’s and we’re hanging on the couch watching nature shows on tv. Except for chris and nessi, and later i find the were fucking in the bathroom. Flaco also got a blowjob from nessi in the kitchen when no one was looking. I sat on the couch eating an apple and it felt amazing. Later i learned the flaco fucked nessi later that day. She stayed over with him.

We each had a couple bumps of K.

This is where I lost all concept of time. I hadn't done a whole lot of research on ketamine beforehand and wasn't very familiar with the dosage. Nor the fact that I shouldn't have been doing coke and drinking beforehand (which left me quite sore the following day). Over what I figure to be about a half hour I finished what was left of the K to myself and headed upstairs in hopes of finding a good k-hole. After a short wait I became irritated by the thought of sitting still. I wanted to move, I wanted to enjoy the music and dance, I hadn't expected the K to hit me at all, so I proceeded back downstairs to the living room.

About halfway down the narrow staircase moving became incredibly difficult. Things became very slow. My movement felt robotic in a sense. It seemingly took forever to work my way down that staircase, though I’m sure it was only a couple minutes at most. I had no concept of time whatsoever, quick mundane tasks felt as though they'd taken an eternity, other longer periods of time seemed to flash by in an instant. I felt this same loss of time throughout most of the morning. At times it was frightening, other times I couldn't have been happier. It seemed like forever that I hadn't seen a familiar face, I didn't care, I was in my own world, far away from everyone.

Then I went to the living room where they had special lighting and house music playing and it hit me, the k-hole I was waiting for, and it brought with it one of the most profound hallucinations of my life. I lost feeling in my body, though in my head I could sense my legs moving forward disconnected from my body. My torso was left hovering in midair, my legs moving forward away from it, my consciousness slipping out of my body to the right. I saw this, I visualized the whole event happening. The lights and room were spinning violently around me, I was the center of everything for that moment. Oddly I wasn't the least bit scared by the occurrence.

Then I snapped back to normal semi-rational thought. Still in the hole, but no longer lost in the brief yet intense hallucination I had experienced. It had felt like a split second, set into super slow motion. Another loss of time perception. Chris and nessi helped me to a couch and from that point on I don't remember much of the ketamine experience. I was lost in a deep re-evaluation of my life. Plenty of irrational thoughts were planted in my brain that took days to clear away. Ketamine can be very, very convincing.

Eventually the K had wore off, I figure it lasted somewhere between 2 and 3 hours. Either way I had a good couple hours to roll before my peak had come down once I’d regained control of my body. I spent that time dancing way, the music was incredibly intense, I fell right into the groove. The music flowed within me.

Around 9:00am we left, chris dropped me off in my neighborhood and i caught a bus ride home, the ride through the city was amusing, I was in awe of the buildings. Geometric shapes took on an incredible beauty for the ride. I inspected every face and edge with an attention I would never have given on a sober day. I got home, finished smoking my bud watched Up in Smoke and passed out.

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feitania · 3 years

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Kawata twins & haitaini bros having a rivalry made me LOL. Like it would be so funny watching them try to one up the other

Why, thank you, glad it made you laugh. Honestly they would just yell at each other at most because mikey still keeps an eye on his old friends and kinda made everyone in bonten swear to stay away from former toman members, so the Haitani brothers have to get their half assed revenge in secret. They look like these drunk business men who are too afraid to go home the way they just stand in front of the restaurant, waiting for a yelling match. I thought about making a part two involving the haitani brothers actually. Omfg did I just write a whole crack-fic?

If it ever comes down to one it would probably look like this

𝐭��𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐚-𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: cursing

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖘: souya, nahoya, rindou, ran

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖘: this came over me and I felt like writing it down in delirium. Why does ran use an old ass nokia? Well because all of my drug dealer usually use a throw away phone and I headcanon ran as overly careful when it comes to things that could track him down.

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: just a little fighting and threats of murder getting yelled down the balcony by your roommates while the oldest haitani brother kinda falls in love with you

You just came home from grocery shopping, something that turned out to be your duty realtive early on in this living situation because both twins had no concept of healthy cooking ingredients aside from ramen, when you realized something was off. It was unusual quite in your apartment. You normally came home to, at least soft music playing from Souyas room or loud laughing from Nahoya who recently started watching his reality shows in the kitchen so he could cook and laugh his ass off at the same time. (Something that made you and Souya tremble in fear of him accidentally burning down the kitchen or cuttung off his fingers)

"Hello? Boys?" you asked and slowly walked further into the apartment, peaking into Souyas room on the way. The apartment stayed silent. You looked into the living room and gently knocked on Nahoyas door before putting aside the groceries and digging your phone out of your pocket to call one of the twins. Just when you wanted to press call you heared someone whisper-yell your name and you turned around to see both twins on the balkony. Souya scooched down with only his big eyes peaking out over the railing while his brother nearly fell down with how far he bent over. Souya waved in greeting before signaling you to scooch down and come to the balkony too.

"What are we doing?" You sat down next to the blue haired and raised your brow at his brother who still looked like he wanted to jump down, his smile unusual wide. That meant problems.

"They are here again. Both this time! Can you believe that?" Souya pointed across the street to two men who stood in the middle of the nearly empty sidewalk, looking up to you three. They were dressed to the nines in expensive looking suits and noticeable dyed hair - clearly not belonging to the middle class district you three lived in.

"Who are they?"

"Angry's biggest fans." Nahoya looked down to smile at you before turning his attention back to the men. You made a confused noise. What was this about? You knew that your two roommates had this weird hobby of looking down the street for hours, sometimes a little bit melancholic and worried, other times with a look of pure superiority ( well mostly Nahoya in this case) and you never questioned it before because, honestly, they both had done weirder shit before.

"the fuck?"

"We can explain it later just stay silent so they don't hear you" Souya grabbed your hand to start fiddling with your fingers nervously.

"How long?" you asked in return, eyebrow still raised in question. Were they always this weird while stalking the people from their apartment or was it just them?

You peered other the railing again. The, admittedly handsome, business men were clearly staring back up to Nahoya, one of them smirking back to match Nahoyas aggressive grin. When you saw the shorter one tilting his chin up and leaning over to whisper something to the short haired while pointing to the entrance of the ramen shop you had enough and stood up abruptly, ignoring Souyas whispered "wait no, don't do this."

"Excuse me" you yelled down and crossed your arms over your chest "can we help you?"

Nahoya tried to grab your arm but you sidestepped and ignored him. The men on the street looked taken aback seeing you coming up next to the twin but recovered quickly, now giving you their full attention.

"Oh, hello there" the short haired one greeted you, voice deep and soft, a charming smile replacing the threatening smirk from a minute prior.

"I'm Ran Haitani, this is my brother Rindou" he gestured to the purple haired "we are old friends of the uhm... the other one? With the blue hair? The crybaby? Well anyway, his brother seems to hold something of a grudge against us and now we can't even visit your lovely restaurant. Sadly we can't handle this issue our way - comes with the job - but the situation saddens us a little."

"Bullshit! You two are just petty that my brother fucking demolished you and your reputation"

"Smiley-"Souya tried to interfer from the ground, still holding your hand like a scared toodler, but Nahoya didn't even pay attention to him.

"Oh shut up!" Now the other one - Rindou apparently - raised his voice and stepped up to do something that looked like a wrestling stance to you. Did he want to... fight the twins? Now?

"Rindou, come back"

"No I won't. I'm gonna break their door in! I don't care what Akashi says about letting this go, I will settle this here and now. In fucking Dior! I-"

"Alright, that's it I'm going down" Nahoya looked ready to jump down the balkony for real now, moving into the direction of the front door. Souya sprinted after him immediately.

"Yes, you both come down. I will break all of your-"

"NO! You won't" you watched with growing confusion as Ran hauled his brother back by the collar onto the sidewalk like a mother would grab her child, still smiling at you, right into a passanger, letting him trip and nearly kiss the wall. "Hey, gorgeous" he adressed you again with a deep breath, adjusting his suit while Rindou straightened up behind him awkwardly "mind opening the door to your shop maybe? I swear we just wanna talk and don't want to draw unnecessary attention"

Frowning you slowly looked between the twins who were currently fighting to get to the door first and the other brothers under you, one smiling the other still fumbling with his hair. This wasn't what you signed up for when you put your name on the lease.

"To be honest, I would actually. Nothing personal but this doesn't seem like a situation that would end well" you took a step back, leaned against the balkony door and smiled back down.

"Just a minute. I'll only need a minute" Rindou answered, like that would make it any better.

"Nah. No offense but you don't look like good guys and I can't pay the rent alone."

"Understandable. Alright how about this-"

Souya appeared next to you again, panting and with a wrinkled shirt."I'm sorry. Really. But you two kinda deserved it for playing dirty using weapons."

"Cowards" Nahoya screamed from the living room, useful as ever.

Rans smile dropped.

Just as he opened his mouth to reply, probably not to apologize, a phone rang loud and obnoxious, breaking the tension. Bless modern technology.

Everybody stopped moving, even Nahoya who came up behind you didn't say anything and all of you just keept quite, waiting for the call to end. When the ringing didn't stop Rans gaze finally dropped to his pocket before groaning and fishing out an old nokia. You and Nahoya snickered at the sight and Rindou shot you a glare.

"Hello? Yes, he's with me. No. No we're not in front of the shop. Of course I'm not lying to you Kakucho" Ran turned around to his brother and started whispering something inaudible, holding the phone far away from them.

"If I throw our biggest baking dish at them really hard-"

"Please don't, Nahoya."

You three watched both men briefly argue about something, hissing at each other before Ran turned back, ended the call with a hushed "we're coming, just don't tell him" and continued smiling at you. At this point you were unsure if the man did this to calm or disturb you.

"Unfortunately, or to your luck, we have to go now. Seems like we have to be the bigger one in this situation" Nahoya scoffed next to you while Souya wrapped his arm around his shoulder to get him away from the Haitani brothers. Rindou gave you a death stare one last time before stalking away to a black, fancy car a few meters down the street.

"Bye" you turned around to close the balkony door when you heared one of the men down there call you again. Looking back you saw Ran still standing at the same spot, curling his finger at you to sign you to come closer again.

"Before I go.. "

Nahoya and Souya stopped in their tracks at the sound of his voice.

"Can I take you out sometime?"

"Okay that was the last straw, I'm going down there now! YOU MOTHER-"

"Y/N, lock the door!"

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