#hard to believe I’d see her shitting on Max

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Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4

Secret admirer part 5!!

This one really got away from me, but I hope you like it! Also, I lied, there will be one last part :) I had planned on this being a 5+1, so I’m glad it worked out to be that way!

Now Eddie is just waiting to see what Steve tries next. Just sitting back and reveling in the fact that King Steve “The Hair” Harrington, first of his name, mom of six or seven gremlins at a time, wants town Freak Eddie “The Banished” Munson.. and apparently has for a while too.

Life goes on like normal, but now every time Eddie sees Steve after finding out he was his secret admirer, he can’t help but smile a bit bigger.

He also confronts Robin, “You knew didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“Don’t play that shit with me; you knew it was Steve.”

“Oh. Yeah. Of course I did.”

“You told me to unpack tapes on purpose so I’d see his handwriting and figure it out.” It was a statement, not a question.

“I also wanted the tapes unpacked. Duh.”

“Ugh you’re the worst. I can’t believe I’m chauffeuring you to Casa de Harrington, of my own volition, on MY precious Thursday off.”

Robin rolls her eyes “You aren’t complaining about chauffeuring Max.”

“Well yeah, cause it isn’t out of my way to get her.” Eddie gestures toward Max and that gets her attention.

She takes her headphones off her head. “What are you guys arguing about?” She asks irritated, “And what’s it got to do with me?”

“Nothing Max, I’m just giving Eddie a hard time about his big sappy crush.”

“Oh, you mean the one he has on Steve?”

Robin and Eddie both freeze.

“Wh—Who said it was Steve.” Eddie asks, voice flat.

“No one had to say anything; there is a reason why we call you both mom and dad. You aren’t subtle about it. DAD.” Max snarks back at him.

‘We. She said ‘We’. As in The Party has been calling me that.’ Eddie thinks. So that wasn’t just Steve trying to make him feel better that day on the phone.. They actually see him as a dad. ‘Well maybe; maybe it was just as a counter to Steve’s ‘Mom’. Why would they even see you as a role model?’

Fuck! He needs to stop his spiraling now. Otherwise he’s going to get in a mood and Steve will notice, and somehow think it was his fault and worry about him, and then no one will be having fun anymore an_ ‘What the fuck dude, you literally just told yourself to STOP. SPIRALING. and now you are doing exactly that.’

“Well then who am I??” Robin asks, putting on a fake offended tone to break the leftover tension.

“Hmmmm…” Max pushes her new glasses back up her nose “You’re like a kooky Uncle.”

“Uncle??” Robin actually sounds offended this time. “No, actually, that makes sense.”

Eddie chuckled at the acceptance of her new role, the storm that was whirling around in his head starting to dull. “Now was this a party decision, or is that just you, Mayfield?”

“Just me for now. I will make sure to plant the idea in Dustin’s head when we get there and I’m sure he’ll call a Meeting with the Council of Doofuses to get it in writing.” And with that, the headphones were back on.

Eddie and Robin share a look, and before much longer they are pulling into Steve’s driveway.

“God, I don’t think I will ever get over how dumb this house actually looks.” Eddie looked over at Robin curiously as she continued to berate Steve’s house while collecting her things, “It looks like whoever built it back in the 70s or some shit had no taste, even by that decade’s standards.”

“Buckley. You’re telling me that this whole time I’ve known you, we could’ve been making fun of these Loch Nora snobs’ houses.. together? I don’t think I will ever forgive you for this discretion.”

This earns Eddie another eye roll from Robin (and a muttered “You and your goddamn dramatics..”) as they both get out of the cab. Max is long gone, Steve’s front door standing open in her wake.

“So how did your sleepover go with Vickie anyway? You didn’t say anything about it..?” Eddie asks as he grabs his bag from the back.

“It was literally just a sleepover.. I thought the vibes were there but she wanted to talk about her jerk ex-boyfriend and about boys I like. By the way, I have an embarrassing crush on you, don’t tell anyone.”

Eddie laughed so loud, Steve’s neighbors must’ve heard him (no matter how far away the next house may be). “Damn, I’m sorry Buckley. I’m sure that Eddie guy will return your affections eventually.” Eddie joked, patting Robin of the shoulder as they stepped through Steve’s front door.

There were bags all over the entryway, and from the screams filtering down the hall from the sliding glass door, all the kids were outside and in the pool already.

Eddie kicked the door closed behind him and Steve peeked his head around the corner from the kitchen at the sound.

“Oh hey guys, just put your stuff wherever, everyone else is outside, and I’m getting the burgers ready to put on the grill. Robin, will you show Eddie where he can change?”

Eddie looked over when Steve said his name, pulling his attention back from looking at the boring interior of Steve’s house. Had he never been here before? No, not even at one of the old King Steve’s parties..

“How’s he never been over before? That’s so weird.” Robin said as she walked down the hall, waving at Eddie to follow.

“Buckley, get out of my head. I thought you were only supposed to have that weird mind-reading thing going on with Stevie.” Eddie chided her as he followed her to a small bathroom off the laundry room.

“You’re just jealous you can’t read his mind; maybe then you both would’ve gotten your heads out your asses sooner.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and closed the door on her smirking face. Setting his pack down on the small sink counter, he started to change.

“Fuck, I don’t want to do this.” Eddie whispered to himself. He wasn’t exactly a shy person normally, but that’s what all his layers are for.. a pool party automatically called for only about two thin layers, max. And now he had the added concern about his new (admittedly metal) scars that have only just healed all the way. Scars that not only stretched the length of his sides, but those damn bats had gotten to his face and literally took his whole left nipple off. Again, metal, but also gave Eddie about 10 or 11 times more insecure feelings that he hadn’t yet learned to cover completely under his perfectly crafted bravado.

Leaving his briefs on under his trunks, and pulling his faded Metallica shirt back on over the bumpy red scars, he packed his other layers into his bag for later and headed back out to the kitchen.

He nearly crashed into Steve as he was coming out of the laundry room and Steve was passing by with a plate piled high with patties in one hand, a six pack in the other, and bag of buns hanging out of his mouth.

“Oh shoot-- Hey, you need some help?” Eddie automatically reached for the bag of buns so Steve could answer.

“Robin already went outside to claim a chair, can you take this too?” Steve handed Eddie the six pack.

“No problem, Stevie.” Eddie smiled at him and started out the door in front of Steve.

“Thanks Eds.” *SMACK*

Silence.

“Oh. My. God. Eddie, I am so so sorry, it was just a reflex I swear! Even ask Lucas, it’s a sports thing, I didn’t mean anything by it..” Steve sounded completely stressed.

Eddie took a moment longer to process the fact that Steve Harrington just smacked his ass (reflex or not), before turning back to him halfway. Looking over at Steve, Eddie’s heart clenched to see him looking absolutely mortified.

“No worries big boy, I just didn’t realize that was on the table.” Eddie said, giving him a wink, then hurrying out of the house. He had to get out of there before he did something really embarrassing like dropping everything and jumping Steve’s bones at noon on a Thursday while there was a whole hoard of children nearby.

He stepped outside to various greetings of “Hey Eddie!” the most enthusiastic of which was Dustin, who had leapt from the pool to give a still dry Eddie a completely soaking wet hug around his middle.

“Hey Dusty-buns how ar--HOLY FUCK YOU’RE COLD! gET OFF ME!”

Dustin laughed at Eddie’s misery before jumping back into the pool (almost on top of Mike, who kicked away at the last second).

“Let me help with that, sweetheart.” Eddie heard Steve’s voice in his ear as he came up from behind him to grab the bag and six-pack from him and placing them on the table next to the grill with his burgers and the added plate of toppings he must’ve grabbed.

Sweetheart?? That was new...and most certainly did NOT make Eddie want to melt into a puddle, thank you very much.

Eddie knew he now looked completely sunburnt, despite just stepping outside a whole 30 seconds ago.

‘Ok, that’s how you want to play it, Harrington? First an ass smack, and now this??’ Eddie thought to himself. Time to crank up the flirting.

Eddie turned heel and marched back inside and directly to the freezer. He knew he had to have some in here somewhere, they are one of Dustin’s favorites.

‘Perfect.’ Eddie thought as he grabbed a cherry flavored popsicle, unwrapping it, and stepping back outside, grabbing a bottle of sunscreen as he went.

“Hey Stevie, can you help me out with this before your hands get all nasty?”

—————

“Yeah sure Eddie, what do you ne__” Steve turned around from starting the grill to face Eddie at his question. ‘Fucking hell, Munson.’

Eddie was staring at him with those damn doe eyes, holding out the bottle of sunscreen in one hand, and had a cherry-red popsicle held in the other. His already red lips wrapped around the end. ‘When’d he get that??’

Steve cleared his throat and took the bottle from him “Yeah of course, turn around.”

Eddie flashed that megawatt grin at him “Thanks sweetheart.” Steve felt his cheeks turning pink at that.

Eddie turned to face away from Steve, the hand that previously held the bottle coming up between his shoulder blades to pull his shirt over his head. 

Steve noticed that Eddie didn’t pull the shirt all the way off his arms, just pulled it up and over his head so his head and back were free. A pang shot through his stomach at that ‘Of course he’s going to be self-conscious about his scars, fuck why did you think a pool party was a good idea?? Okay focus, just make sure to say something to him later on about them_oh fucking HELL’

Steve’s his train of thought imploded when Eddie decided to glance over his shoulder at Steve as he pulled his hair over the other with his free hand.

“This is going to be cold, sorry Eds.” How he had kept his voice sounding completely normal was a mystery to Steve, but now he had to focus on the fact that he’d be rubbing his hands all over Eddie.

He started at the small of Eddie’s back. Pushing the heels of his palms outward from Eddie’s spine where his fingers could come to a rest (however briefly) on either side of the older man’s waist and giving a slight squeeze.

Eddie’s breath hitched and Steve saw the blush bloom under the skin at the back of his neck. Deciding to ignore that (for now) Steve said “I told you it was going to be cold.”

“Shut up, Steve, it still caught me off guard.”

Steve chuckled and continued rubbing the lotion in, making sure to do a good job at covering every inch. Not just because he was loving being able to freely touch Eddie like this, but legitimately because he didn’t want Eddie to burn to a crisp.

He got up to Eddie’s shoulders and found some of his hair had slipped from the rest. Using a single finger, Steve brushed the stray lock from where it started behind Eddie’s ear, down across his neck and over the other shoulder. Eddie visibly shuddered and Steve smiled, “Sorry, your hair was in the way. We need to get you a hair tie.”

Finished with his back, Steve tapped Eddie on the shoulder, “OK you’re all good back here, do you want me to get your front too or have you got it covered?” giving the full King Steve smirk as Eddie turned back to face him causing him to blush more.

“I_I’ve got it.” Eddie stuttered, taking back the bottle.

How Steve managed to wrench his gaze from Eddie’s popsicle-red pout, he had no clue. “You might want to get your face done sooner than later, you’re already turning red.” Steve winked at a spluttering Eddie before turning back to the grill.

Eddie started grumbling behind him and Steve heard the rustle of fabric, assuming Eddie had fully removed his shirt now. 

Glancing over his shoulder, Steve could see that Eddie was turned to face away from everyone else as he applied the sunscreen.

That pang went through Steve again, this time closer to his heart. He turned to Eddie again and came to his side so he could speak to him quietly “Hey, I know you probably don’t want everyone to see, but just know that no one here will give you shit for any of them. Or if they do, they’ll have to deal with me.” 

Eddie had froze when Steve came up to him, but then tuned his face to look at him properly.

That same damn pang shot directly through Steve’s heart this time at Eddie’s big, lovely, eyes shining with unshed tears.

“Put your shirt back on if you need to, but if you want to leave it off, make sure to put extra lotion on the scars themselves..I made sure I did on the parts I could reach from your back.”

Eddie looked even more like he was going to cry now, but smiled gratefully at Steve and nodded. Steve smiled at him softy and went back to the grill to actually get food started for everyone. 

And if he did notice that Eddie went back to his own sunchair, sans shirt, no he didn’t.

—————

Eddie had just barely sat down when Robin leaned over to him from her chair next to him “What in the actual hell was all that?”

“No idea what you’re talking about Robs.” Eddie said nonchalantly, laying back all the way in his chair.

“Uncle Robin, will you help me re-do my braids?” Max yelled from the other side of the pool before Robin could grill him any further.

‘Thank you Max’ Eddie thought. And just like Max had said he would, Dustin’s head whipped around to look at Robin who was already making room in front of her for Max to sit while she braided. 

Eddie watched as Dustin scrambled out of the pool and up to Steve “Steve, do you have a pad of paper and a pen or something?”

“Wh_what? Uh, yeah there should be one in the kitchen. The third drawer down from the phone? Wait! Dry off a bit otherwise you’ll slip on the tile.”

Dustin rolled his eyes and mumbled a “Yes, mom.” under his breath as he walked over to the pile of towels. He grabbed one off the top, barely dusted himself off with it, and dropped it on the concrete before hurrying into the house, still soaking wet. 

Eddie heard a small ‘Oh shit’ from Dustin that he could only assume meant he had slipped a bit on the tile like Steve said he would.

Dustin came back out in no time at all and called the rest of the goblins over to a small patio table on the other side of the pool. As soon as Max’s braids were done, she too went to the table, sidling up between Lucas and Eleven.

Dustin’s hand looked a blur as he would scribble something down to one thing someone said, then crossing other things out to a differnt comment. Eddie chuckled at the sight and leaned back again, closing his eyes.

After a bit, Steve walked over from the grill and sat at the end of Eddie’s chair, scooting his legs out of the way with his ass and grabbing a beer from the nearby cooler.

“You need more room for that thing, Harrington?” Eddie snarked, poking Steve’s hip with his foot before closing his eyes to the sun again.

“You need a new popsicle?” Steve flicked the end of the popsicle stick that was still hanging out of Eddie’s mouth.

“You just liked seeing me with something in my mouth.”

There was a pause, and Eddie felt the chair shift as Steve stood back up. He opened his eyes slightly when he felt the shade of Steve leaning over him. Steve’s face was right next to his, his mouth close to Eddie’s ear “And what if I did?”

‘Jesus H. Christ’ was Eddie’s only thought as he watched Steve(’s ass) walk back over to the grill.

Eddie had a bit of time to calm down after that when Steve yelled for everyone to come grab food, deciding to steer clear while the gremlins descended upon the feast and watch Steve ‘Mom’ over them all. “Grab napkins, Lucas”. “Mike put at least some lettuce on those, you need veggies too!”, “Dustin, cool it with the ketchup.”

That’s it. That was the last straw. Eddie’s in love. 

‘Fucking hell.’ Eddie shot up from where he was laying and sat at the end of the chair instead. ‘Fucking hell..’ Eddie stood up and started pacing.

Every thought he’d ever had about Steve Harrington whipped through his mind like a hurricane. Every time he thought Steve was cute back in high school, the one (1) time he saw Steve in his Scoops Ahoy outfit before he vowed to never return to Starcourt, every time he was confused at seeing King Steve being the one there to pick up the Hellfire kids after their sessions, Steve’s reaction to being manhandled into the wall of Reefer Rick’s boathouse, his willingness to follow the kids there in the first place to come help Eddie of all people, insisting on being the one to dive into Lover’s Lake so the others didn’t have to (him stripping off his sweater when he did and tossing it to Eddie when Nancy was right there ogling him too), the sight of him sweaty, dirty and bleeding in the upside-down that Eddie just needed to get covered up before he’d lose his mind (again), then realizing his mistake too late when he now had to look at Steve in his battle vest, swearing he was catching Steve looking at his lips in the same hellscape, Steve carrying him out of there when they were successful but hadn’t all went too well for Eddie, Steve being there in the hospital when he woke up spouting off to Robin about ‘If Steve were gay, do you think he’d fuck me?’ (’...Eddie, I’m Bisexual.’ ‘Oh sweet! I can only write with my right hand..’), and then, fuck, now knowing that Steve was the one leaving him these sappy notes just because he thought Eddie looked hot in the School play? Being a mom to all these kids that didn’t get time to be kids until now?

Eddie was gone. And probably had been for a while.

By the time he came down from his spiral, he was halfway though a burger that somehow materialized in his hand.

“The fuck?” Eddie looked to Robin, Nancy, and Steve.

Steve sat up from where he was laying, already back in his own chair, empty plate sat on his leg, “Oh, uhm, you seemed to be out of it when I told you to come grab food so I tried handing you something so I’d know you’d eat. You took it and started eating so I figured you were OK.”

Eddie looked from Steve disbelievingly, to Robin disbelievingly. Then back to Steve. “Th_thanks Steve.”

“No worries, Eds.”

Eddie sat back down on the end of his chair and finished his burger, his mind adding this to his list of reasons to love Steve Harrington.

Dustin had stopped scribbling furiously on the lended pad of paper by now, and Eddie called out to him to get him to share, hoping to get his mood back on track.

“Dustybuns, what have you all been doing over there this whole time??” Dustin looks at Eddie, then back at the rest of the Council of Doofuses, then back to Eddie before they all approach the older teens laying out on Steve’s patio furniture.

Max and El came over with them too (even Erica), from where they had assuredly been watching the chaos unfold from their own sunchair. The boys were now almost bone dry. That’s how long they’d been going at this.

“We’ve had to add in a couple people to The Party Family Tree.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha got?” Eddie says at the same time Steve says “Oh god, here we go..”

Dustin clears his throat, “OK so we start with Steve as the Mom. Obviously.”

Steve’s sat up on his lounger now, and hangs his head into his hands at that.

“Sure.” Robin affirms for the rest of them, encouraging Dustin to continue and ignoring the miserable noise Steve makes.

“Eddie is the dad.” 

“Awe, Stevie!” Eddie places his hand over his heart, “Wait, when’s our anniversary?”

"You haven’t proposed yet.” Steve says into his hands.

“ANYWAY.” Dustin sounds loudly “So Steve and Eddie are the mom and dad. Robin is our Uncle on Steve’s side, Nancy is our Aunt on Eddie’s side.”

“Wait, what? Eddie laughs and looks over at Nancy who is trying to hold back her laughter behind her hand.”

“Yeah, and Hopper is Steve’s dad so I guess he’s our Grandpa.” Steve’s head snaps up at that.

“He’s old and crotchety enough.” Mike chimes in, shrugging.

“I am Jane Hopper so I am Steve’s sister now.” El says carefully, like she is remembering exactly how families work exactly.

Steve looks like he’s trying not to cry, looking at El with a small smile.

“What about Jonathan?” Robin asks, getting into it fully at this point.

Eddie could almost feel the weirdness hit Steve and Nancy at that, like a foot of snow falling all at once.

“He’s Steve’s oldest.” Dustin states matter-of-factly.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“Yeah. He’s your oldest son; you had him way too young and he has already moved out.”

“He’s a little distant, but you know he’s happy out in Cali with his boyfriend and you see him on the holidays.” Will tells Steve, smiling brightly as the other kids laugh.

Steve, Eddie, and Nancy are honestly dumbfounded at the web they’ve woven around Mama Steve; Robin is absolutely delighted to find out about Steve’s firstborn. (”Who’s the baby daddy?” she asks him, getting a loud smack on her arm for it.)

Everyone’s waiting for Steve to say something. 

He stands up, turns to face his brood, and opens his arms wide in invitation. They all crowd in around him and the mask drops off his face as he finally lets the tears start flowing.

Robin and Eddie glance at each other before throwing themselves around their hoard, Nancy coming up to Robin’s side.

“I love you guys.” Steve says, his voice thick.

After a good long moment, Mike pipes up from somewhere toward the middle of the pack “Okay this is great but it’s still a million degrees outside and somehow I ended up in the middle of this furnace.” 

They all chuckle and separate from each other, some wiping tears away with their hands and others (Mike, Max, Erica) jumping back into the pool to disguise how wet their face may or may not have gotten.

Still wiping his tears away, Steve yells at them to “Dammit get back out so you can put more sunscreen on!” to choruses of “Yes, mom.” and more laughing.

“...So if Stevie and I get divorced, who gets which kids?” Eddie asks, and immediately has to start dodging Steve’s attempts to tackle him into the pool.

Dustin picks up the pad of paper and flips to a new page as the rest of them start yelling at him who they’d want to “stay” with.

----------

A few hours later it’s getting cooler, a sign of the fall to come. Steve manages to coax everyone back inside with the promise of pizza and movies.

Eddie and Robin had gone in before the rest of the kids to get changed and start piling pillows, blankets, and even a couple mattresses onto the floor of the living room. Pulling everything out before the rest came in and started getting changed. Eddie is the first to plop down on the massive floor bed, right in the middle.

Robin fell back onto the couch that was now an acting headboard, “So, any more news on the secret admirer front?” she asks, nudging him with her foot.

“Boy do I have a story for you, Robs.” Eddie grinned.

“You mean about your latest rose?” Max came into the room with El, piling themselves on Steve’s armchair with the fluffiest blanket in the pile.

“The one exactly, Red.”

“Ok good, then I can Ignore you for the next two hours.”

Eddie threw a pillow at her head at that.

“Max was there when you found it?” This time it was Will and Mike coming in with their bags of snacks and finding a spot to lay out.

“Actually, she was there when the guy left the rose.” Max said from the chair.

There was a clatter from the kitchen, then Dustin came barreling in from where he was helping Steve with dishes. “So you know who it is??” he asked Max

“No doofus, Eddie was with me when the guy left the rose at Eddie’s trailer.”

Another clatter from the kitchen.

“You OK Steve?” Robin asked.

“Peachy.” he called back.

“Wait, so you guys saw him leave it? So you know who it is??” Dustin continued.

Lucas came down the steps then, Max’s walkman in his hand. He handed it to her before getting comfy in front of the girls’ chair. Erica following and squishing herself into the corner of the loveseat.

“We saw him, but couldn’t tell who it was.”

“So here’s the thing,” Eddie starts “I was with Max that night while her mom was at work, my uncle was at his shift, AND my van was in the shop. My trailer was dark and both cars were gone. Of course he’d think it was safe to be a bit bolder and leave this one right at my doorstep.”

Being met with ‘Ahs’ of understanding, Eddie continued: “But what he must not know is that trailer walls are thin, and I know what the gravel outside my place, and that second squeaky step on the porch sound like when someone walks on 'em. So when we heard it from Max’s living room, we looked out to make sure it wasn’t some person trying to vandalize my shit again.”

Steve had come into the room and leaned against the doorframe a bit earlier, dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, and now looked like a deer caught in the headlights. ‘Gotcha.’ Eddie thought.

"But alas, the night was dark, and we could barely make out a figure before whoever it was ran off into the night.” Eddie waggled his fingers like he was telling a scary story

“They walked to your house??” Dustin asked

“No dipshit, they probably didn’t want to be recognized by their car” Mike shot back.

“Who has that recognizable of a car?” came Will’s small voice

“Besides Steve? I don’t know.” Erica chimes in

“Me??” Steve asked, actually confused

“Yeah Steve, everyone knows your beemer.” Dustin said, rolling his eyes.

“So when I went back home, the rose was there.” Eddie pulled it out of his inner jacket pocket. “This one says “Think of all the things We've shared and seen, Don't think about the way things might have been” Eddie sings the line.

“Wow, your voice is really pretty Eddie.” Eleven says, breaking the silence that followed.

“Thanks, supergirl.”

“Eddie those lyrics have to be a clue” Dustin says, always the analyzer

Eddie makes eye contact with Steve from across the room and smiles fondly.

“I know.”

_______________________________

Pt. 6 will be here!

Now on AO3! Several Notes of the Most Amiable Nature

Thank you to @lunaraindrop and @starkdusk for being the first ones to encourage my ‘Steve is a jock and would smack Eddie’s ass accidentally’ brainrot 🥰

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#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #secret admirer #secret admirer au #mine #st #st ficlet #stranger things #stranger things ficlet #steveddie #steve x eddie #1000

[wynnyfryd]

“You ever heard of the Easter demon?” Steve asks casually around a mouthful of hard-boiled egg.

“Huh?” Eddie asks, looking up just in time to see Max flick Steve on the back of the head and say, “You’re supposed to be coloring those eggs, asshole, not eating them.”

“This one was broken!” Steve protests, and wow, he must really be going soft. Didn’t even sass her for the language this time.

Eddie dunks his own egg into a cup of blue food coloring, sucking a stray splash of the bright liquid off his thumb. “What’s this about the seasonal occult?”

“You would be into Steve’s dumb scary stories, you nerd,” Erica snarks.

“Can you not say ‘occult’ so loudly?” Mike throws a worried look over his shoulder. “My mom, like, just agreed to let you start coming to our house again.”

“Right, fine,” Eddie rolls his eyes and crosses himself in the wrong direction. “Steve, you were saying?”

“Mm, yeah. My cousin told me about it when I was a kid. Said if you took black-dyed eggs out to that old cave in the woods off Freeling Road and left them as an offering, you could summon a monster. Big freaky bunny thing with fangs or some shit.”

He pauses to take a sip of water, get the egg yolk out of his mouth. “I don’t know, man. I mean, he was always trying to spook me; I’m just curious if it was a local folktale or if he totally made it up.”

Eddie chews the edge of his fingernail, the vague outline of a really fucking stupid prank forming in his mind. “Oh,” he says solemnly, “that’s all true, actually.”

“Fuck off,” Steve laughs.

“No, I’m serious,” he says, eyes going wide. He kicks Robin under the table. “Robin, back me up here.”

“Huh—? That’s—” Her eyes catch on his, and he does his best to silently communicate ‘Buckley, you owe me so hard for stalling Vicky at the shop the other day so you could flirt with her for half an hour.’

Message received, because Robin’s face goes all drawn and serious, and she lets her hand shake a little as she dips her egg in the pink dye. “I mean, after everything we’ve seen? I’d believe anything.”

“You could always go investigate,” Dustin says, ever the little scientist, and see, this is why he’s Eddie’s favorite.

“What do you say, Stevie boy? Wanna go hunt a killer Easter bunny?”

#easter is three weeks away and i’m writing some very stupid crack fic about it #steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #dustin henderson #max mayfield #erica sinclair #mike wheeler

[bonemarrowbestfriend]

alright no one asked but here are my final opinions on the kids. obviously spoilers for the quarry ahead

jacob: super mixed feelings. idiot who ruins everything, but most realistically 18-20yo in his behavior. makes stupid mistakes because he thinks with his dick, but also openly cries and shows fear often which i appreciate. didn’t like how he tried to force emma into a relationship at all, but the “i wish i could tell you i’m sorry; i don’t know what to do” lines were deeply satisfying for me. he was also actually funny to me in a couple scenes which is more than i can say for some of the others. “hhhngng skill”

emma: liked her, then didn’t like her, then was mostly distracted by her awful dialogue and strange mouth animation, not that that’s her fault. i think i understand her to an extent from her conversations with abi—she believes her talent and therefore her value lies in being entertaining, so everything she does has to be some kind of spectacle. unfortunately, it just wasn’t the kind of spectacle i found fun to watch, i.e. flirting with someone despite not reciprocating their feelings, creating drama where it wasn’t necessary, etc

kaitlyn: easily one of my favorite characters. i don’t find her funny at all, but just as it was with emma, that’s more the writers’ fault than anything. regardless, once the lighthearted tone of the night finally dropped and shit hit the fan, i liked her character infinitely more. she’s so clever!! and i love how handy she is. honestly many of the hacketteers wouldn’t have survived if it hadn’t been for her taking the reigns when necessary. what a total badass—and i’d say a semi realistic one, who still exhibits fear and panic

ryan: love this kid. everyone in-game seems to think he’s mysterious and brooding but he’s actually mostly just awkward and shy—at least that’s how i read him. and even though i saw other people getting annoyed with him for pushing back against laura at first, i really admired his loyalty and his sticking to his personal morals until he couldn’t anymore. he helped her in the end anyway, isn’t that telling enough that he ultimately does what needs to be done? also love the headcanon that he’s autistic, i definitely see it.

dylan: right up my alley. slightly annoying smartass? check. actually quite genuine and kind? check. secret genius? fuckin check babe. hard for me to pick a favorite scene of his; i enjoyed watching him interact with the others regardless of who he was with. maybe that’s because i think his dialogue sounds the most naturally human? at least in the playthroughs i observed. i’m also a bit embarrassed to admit i actually found him pretty funny, but let me know if that’s just favoritism lol

abi: sweetheart, but pretty one-note to me. i admired her kindness towards the other characters but i spent most of her screentime feeling bad for her. i think she’s very cute and would’ve been open to seeing more from her, though i suppose i understand why she fell to the wayside a little bit. not everyone needs to be a fearless badass, i can appreciate her role of needing more protection than the others. she felt the most like a typical 18-20yo girl to me.

nick: i guess he seemed like a sweet kid before shit went south for him. obviously i enjoyed watching his behavior change from “baby deer” to “cause for concern” over the course of his transformation. his… let’s call it “food aggression” over abi was incredibly uncomfortable and delightfully creepy to me. i was glad when she pushed him away of course, i just appreciated seeing the progression. besides that i didn’t particularly care for him one way or the other.

max: not gonna lie i love this dude. i unironically find him funny, i appreciate that he wasn’t overly skeptical of laura when she was scared in the woods, and even when he snapped at her he apologized right away calmed himself down. i also liked that he was primarily the one who needed saving. his takes never missed he was always right, they should’ve just gone to the motel and leaving a voicemail is absolutely not the same as calling ahead. love u puppy boy

laura: took me a hot min but i did in fact warm up to her a bit. obviously the mess she got them into was largely avoidable, but seeing as this is a horror game, i won’t fault her for that. i can even admire her stubbornness for the sake of character depth. i also liked her intelligence and resourcefulness, and sort of enjoyed watching her grow more ruthless towards the hacketts in order to save max. corruption in the name of love is what horror is all about baby

#i am open to discuss this further also if anyone wants to defend their besties or call me lame for my faves #(crunching) #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #long post #dylan lenivy #emma mountebank #kaitlyn ka #max brinly #laura kearney #nick furcillo #abi blyg #jacob custos #ryan ezrahler

[mirkwoodshewolf]

A departed farewell; Eddie Munson x reader

*Author's note*

To all out there, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! Okay so this one is kinda heavy but after getting reintroduced to the great film known as The Crow, this little fic was born and I wanted to post it up on Halloween night. But there is also some heavy warnings which I will say below, so to the faint of heart or those at are easily triggered, I won't be hurt if you decide to skip this fic. Have a happy Halloween (and if you don't celebrate it, have a good day/afternoon/evening).

Warnings: Eddie's death scene, drug use (not just weed, I'm talking hardcore drugs shown and mentioned here), depression, angst, some fluff, Vamp Eddie(? You decide), death.

Taglist:

@plethora-of-things

@waddles03

@psychosupernatural

@gay-and-ready-to-cry

@jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels

@queen-paladin

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Dustin Henderson and Steve Harrington walked out along the wooded trails all the way to Reefer Rick’s boathouse.  In his hands, Dustin held some wild flowers that he had picked before he had Steve drive him up here.  They stopped before the boathouse and Dustin placed the wild flowers amongst the pile of already decaying flowers that had been placed there throughout the year.

“I still can’t believe it’s been over a year since it happened.” Dustin said weakly.  “He didn’t deserve any of this. And he deserved to have a proper burial. Why did I have to break my damn leg?!”

“You didn’t break it. But you can’t blame yourself for what happened Dustin. You didn’t know Eddie was going to do what he did.”

“I just……I just still can’t believe he’s really gone. He of all people didn’t deserve what he got. I mean the people we lost when all this started, they didn’t get any of the shit that Eddie got. This town—hates him. Still hates him. They really think he did all of this and we can’t change that.”

“It sucks, I’ll admit that. But small minded people can never be changed, no matter how hard we try. At least we know the truth that Eddie Munson went out a hero. A hardcore, metal hero.”

“Have you and Robin tried talking to (Y/n) recently?” asked Dustin.

“Do you really need to ask?”

“Right, dumb question.”

“As her twin brother I know we’re supposed to rag on each other at times, but now I really mean it when I say it. She looks like she’s been through hell, chewed up and then spat back up. She’s not sleeping, she’s barely eating. And what’s worse are the drugs.”

“You mean…..”

“I wish dude, she’s been at the hard stuff. Don’t know where she’s getting it but I’ve seen the syringes and rubber bands. I can’t stand to see her in that much pain. She needs help but everytime I try to talk to her about it she—”

“She was right there with him when he died Steve. Those bats literally held her back just so that she could watch as they devoured him alive. On one hand I don’t blame her for falling like that, hell if I were in her place and I saw Suzie die like that, I’d probably fall that hard too.”

“Don’t you ever say anything like that you little butthead! I don’t ever want you talking about drugs again understand?!”

“On the other hand, she isn’t grieving properly. And that’s on all of us, we were too focused on how we had to move on with the rest of the town after the earthquakes happened that we completely ignored (Y/n)’s feelings. And it’s not just your fault Steve.” Steve shook his head, stroking his fingers through his hair anxiously.

“I’m 12 minutes older than her. I’m her big brother, and—I wasn’t there for her. Not ever since we entered high school. These last couple of years we’ve managed to rebuild our sibling bond but now I……I’m losing her again man.” Tears started to build up in Steve’s eyes.  “I can’t….I can’t lose another person.” He thought back on Max and how he had failed to keep her safe.

She was a sarcastic child who suddenly came in when she and Billy came by but after reading her note, she had admitted to him that he was the big brother she had hoped Billy could’ve been for her, and it all happened ever since he stepped forward to keep them safe when Billy came looking for her.  Sure he got his ass beat but he was willing to keep himself in the line of Billy’s rage and not let any of the kids get a single punch.  Now—now when she needed him most, he failed her.

Dustin looked up to see that Steve had buried his eyes behind his right hand and saw how his shoulders began shaking as he choked on his sobs.  Dustin gave Steve a one armed hug.

“We’ll get her back. We’ll get them both back.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’m not. But it’s all that’s going through my mind. And I’m not gonna rest until we finally find a way to kill Vecna and send that son of a bitch straight to hell.”

“You’re a tough kid Henderson, hell of a lot tougher than me.” Steve ruffled his hair then the two of them left Reefer Rick’s boathouse and drove back to town.

*Halloween 1987*

It was Halloween night and unlike in the years before, Hawkins wasn’t celebrating Halloween this year.  There was no yearly town hall Halloween party, no trick-or-treaters going out and about to get candy, not even the high schoolers dared to try and host a party of their own.

At Forest hill trailer park, the crack that had spread from this part of Hawkins had actually driven most of the trailer homeowners to leave Hawkins all together.  Most took their RV’s and fled, while others just packed whatever they could and skipped town or ended up homeless and were currently staying at a shelter on the other side of Hawkins.

A hand suddenly shot up from the cracks and began crawling out from the earth.  Groaning and grunting in agony as he pulled himself out from the red light of the Upside town glowing from beneath the earth.  Once he was free, he lay there on his back exhausted and stared up at the night sky.  The stars shining like diamonds high above the abandoned trailer park.

Suddenly the man heard a meow and when he opened his eyes, a long haired black cat stared down at him with piercing green eyes he could make out from the light of the full moon.

“Loki?” the cat let out a purr as his eyes squinted but then he licked the man’s finger before nuzzling into his hand.  He lifted his hand and stroked through the cat’s long soft fur and asked. “Wha—what happened here?” suddenly something flashed before his eyes.  A flash like seeing the tv suddenly go static after a power outage.  He gripped his forehead before he found himself standing up and walking forward.

He stumbled about, falling a couple of times but as his vision kept flashing he kept standing back up and trudged onward.  He saw himself standing on top of his trailer, shredding on his guitar.  A swarm of bat-like creatures surrounding him and two other people, he then found himself falling down once more but he also saw himself falling, this time off a bike and he had been attacked by one of those bat creatures.

He saw himself stand up wielding a spear as well as a trashcan shield with nails sticking out and he stood up getting into the same position as he saw himself in that vision.  He then saw the girl from before coming toward him calling his name.

“EDDIE! EDDIE!!!”

“(Y/n)?! What are you doing here?! You weren’t supposed to come back!”

“I made a promise Mr. Frodo! A promise! Don’t you leave him Samwise Gamgee. And I don’t mean to, I don’t mean to.” She told him.  He shook his head and found himself saying as he heard himself in his vision say.

“Into the fires of Mount Doom milady?” She nodded and together the two of them stood as the bats swarmed around them before charging head on, the two of them using their trashcan shields to block off the attacks.

He copied his fighting movements of spear and shield, as he saw the girl, (Y/n) use a bottle of hairspray and with a lighter, she had created her own flamethrower to burn any bats that came near her.  He then felt and saw himself being choked by one of the bats and felt himself being pulled to the ground. 

His arms and legs were pulled outward and he saw the bats beginning to feast on his flesh.  He saw and remembered the pain of their teeth piercing his skin and digging out chunk after chunk of flesh.  All the while he could hear (Y/n) screaming out his name as she was forcefully held back by the bats.  Their tails wrapped around her arms, legs, neck and stomach, even as she pulled to free herself, they pulled harder until suddenly they dropped dead.

She crawled over to his bleeding body whimpering out his name and picking him up into his lap.

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no baby! Teddy-bear! Don’t you leave me don’t you die like Boromir did!”

“Bad huh?” he choked up.  Soon another voice spoke up, this time a younger man’s voice assured him.

“No, no you’re gonna be fine we just need to get you to a hospital okay?”

“Okay.” He choked up.  Together (Y/n) and the young man tried to pick him up but the pain in his body was too great as he pleaded.

“I-I-I think I just need a second, I need a second, okay?”

“Okay, okay we—we’ll give it to you.” (Y/n) assured him as she rested his head on her lap, stroking through his hair.  He looked up at both (Y/n) and the young man and strained out as blood started coming up his throat.

“I didn’t run away this time right?”

“No. No baby, you-you didn’t run. Though I wish you did. Whatever happened to having no shame in running?” she asked him.

“You both are gonna have to look after those little sheep for me okay?” he told them.

“No! You’re gonna do that yourself!” the young man said but he found himself saying along with his vision.

“No man. Say you’re going to look after them. Say it Henderson.” He saw as the two of them were sobbing over him.  (Y/n) took his left hand and raised it up to her face, the blood along his arm seeping into her hands but she didn’t care.

“I’m gonna….I’m gonna look after them.” Henderson choked out.  He then found himself looking up at (Y/n), only at her even through his hazy vision as he asked her.

“And you…..fair Ravenna.” She choked out a sob.  “Please smile for me…….please.” with as much strength as he could, he managed to move his index finger along her jawline.  She kissed the back of his hand and gave a small, sweet smile.  “Good…..cause I…..think I’m actually going to graduate. I think it’s my year sweetheart—Hen-Henderson. I think it’s finally my year……” he remembered feeling the blood starting to rise in his throat, preventing him from speaking full sentences but he did manage to make one last statement before he fell silent.

“I love you guys.”

“I love you too.” Henderson wept.

“This belongs to you Eddie Munson, and always will.” He felt her hand cup the side of his face, watched as she leaned forward and felt the soft touch of her lips on his bloody ones.  Even with the taste of iron that was now seeping between her lips, she dared not move as she kept the gentle, loving kiss going until she separated from him.

And it was at that moment he had felt himself slip into darkness.

He remembered who he was.  He was Eddie Munson, three-time senior of Hawkins High.  Dungeon Master of the Hellfire club, and the love of his life was (Y/n) Harrington.

Eddie stood up and walked towards a trailer that had somehow miraculously survived the earthquake.  He opened the door and knew that no one was home as the place had been ransacked and just left behind for anyone to have.  Loki followed him inside, racing into the bathroom and hopped on top of the sink.

Eddie stared at himself in the mirror as memories of him and (Y/n) together flashed through his mind.  Them cuddled on her bed when he’d sneak over to her house.  The times they’d both try to cook something only to end up nearly burning the trailer down and his uncle having to stop the flames from spreading cause the two of them would be panicking too much.

Seeing her read all her favorite fantasy books from Tolkien to C.S Lewis and even J.M Barrie’s Peter Pan.  Him hovering over her as she would be sitting on a chair while she read and kissing her neck and face, pleading for attention.  And even though she tried to fight it, giggles would come out from her lips until she ended up succumbing to his will and they’d end up making out, or even going further beyond that.

The love he felt for (Y/n) both filled him with joy and agony.  How could he leave her like that? He knew that she had many people in her life abandon her.  Her parents, her friends, even her own twin brother had left her behind.  He was all she had and he left her.  His anger rose until he snapped and punched the mirror with his bare fist, breaking it in half.

His knuckles bleeding until he saw them heal up in the blink of an eye.  He turned to Loki who merely looked at him and slowly blinked before letting out a throaty meow.  Eddie dug through the cabinets and drawers of the bathroom until he had found some white base makeup and black lipstick.  He dipped his fingers into the white base, rubbed his hands together and covered his face in white makeup.

With the black lipstick he drew down from his eyes what almost resembled tearstains, as well as covered his lips black and even drew a line upward at the corner of his lips.  He stripped out of his torn and bloody clothes and managed to find a skin-tight along-sleeved black shirt, a long leather jacket, black pants and some old black boots.  He donned on the new look before turning over to Loki who raised a paw at him letting out a small meow.

Eddie rubbed Loki’s head before picking him up and walked out of the bathroom.

“I blame myself for wrecking your home Loki. I’ll bet it hasn’t been easy for god knows how long it’s been. But I’m going to make this right.” Loki meowed and as Eddie sat him down, Loki ran out the trailer and he followed the black cat.

At the Henderson household, Dustin had been pretty much kept under his mom’s tight thumb.  He wasn’t allowed anywhere unless it was school and back home.  Hell he was lucky if he was able to even get to visit Max once if not twice a week just to see how she’s doing or if anything had changed (even though nothing had. She had been in her coma for over a year now).

As rain now began to pour down heavily on this Halloween night, he looked at his old Ghostbusters proton pack from three years ago and thought back to simpler times.  He wished that those days would come back, long before the whole Upside down and he and his friends were the four weirdos who loved to play DnD all day and night at each other’s houses.

He heard a gentle rap at the window and when he turned around he saw Loki sitting right outside his window.

“Loki?” he remembered seeing the long-haired black cat over at Forest hill whenever he’d go to visit Eddie.  He opened the window and allowed the drenched cat inside.  “I thought you had gotten caught up when the Upside down opened up, guess (Y/n) was right to name you after the Norse god of mischief.” Loki let out a meow.  “Oh yeah, think you can let me dry you off?” Loki let out a merp (a mix of a meow and a purr) and Dustin left to get a cat-sized towel that his mom uses on their cat whenever he got out.

When Dustin returned with the towel, he gently dried off Loki then allowed the cat to lick himself clean.

“What are you doing all the way over here anyways?” Loki paused and turned to the corner of Dustin’s room and there he saw a figure hidden within the shadows.  Dustin jumped back fearfully and Eddie said.

“You know you gotta learn to shut your windows Dustin Henderson. You never know what freaks lurk in the night.” Dustin narrowed his eyes as he heard the voice.

“I can’t believe it…….Eddie?”

“Nice to see you again butthead.” Dustin took large strides across his room and embraced Eddie, tears falling down his face.  Eddie hugged the young boy back and Dustin looked up at him.

“How did—I mean how is…..I saw you die. How are you alive? Does (Y/n) know? When did you get back? How long have you been alive? What happened?”

“Henderson, you’re rambling like a mad man.” Eddie stopped the young boy’s frantic question asking.

“Sorry.” Dustin said meekly.

“I honestly don’t know how it happened. One moment I was dying in (Y/n)’s arms and next thing I know, I’m crawling out of a gateway from hell. I don’t even know if I’m really alive or not.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie walked over to Loki and stroked down his chest before trailing his finger towards his right paw.  He knew that Loki once had been attacked by another stray cat and his right paw never fully healed, so now anytime someone goes to touch that paw, he’ll bite since he had been declawed by his previous owners.

After Eddie got a nasty bite and Loki went over to sit on Dustin’s dresser now, his tail twitching.

“Eddie what the hell did…..”

“Just watch.” Eddie showed Dustin how the nasty bite wound now began to close up, just like what happened to his knuckles after he had punched the mirror.

“Holy shit.” Dustin muttered.

“But that’s my least concern right now. I need to ask you some questions. How long has it been since that day?”

“It’s been over a year. It’s 1987 now, Halloween. Of course no one really celebrates that holiday here anymore ever since the gates opened and split Hawkins in four ways.”

“I take it we didn’t kill Vecna?”

“Nancy, Steve and Robin definitely laid one on him. But there wasn’t a body after Nancy gave him one last shot to the chest. Will even says he can still feel him, that he is weak but bidding his time.” Eddie looked down grimly.  “We…..also lost Max. I mean we sorta did but she hasn’t woken up yet. And I’m sorry Eddie, I’m really, really sorry. But the town put all of this mess onto you.”

“No surprise there. Last anyone knew of me, I was wanted for Chrissy’s and Patrick’s murders. Once the satanic freak, always the satanic freak.” Eddie plopped down onto Dustin’s bed.

“I’ve tried to get Hooper to work with the government to clear your name but they’re still in the processing phase, which is basically them saying they’ve got too much on their plate right now to deal with this specific request.” Eddie perked his head up.  “Oh yeah, apparently Hooper was alive in a Russian gulag and Joyce brought him back along with Murray the conspiracy maniac.”

“All be damned. One of the only cops in this town I actually liked back from the grave. Guess we have that in common.” There was a brief moment of silence before Dustin said.

“Eddie……” Eddie looked up at Dustin and knew what the kid wanted to say.

“There’s nothing you can say Henderson. What happened, happened. Me being associated with you had nothing to do with my death.” He stood up and walked over to Dustin.  He placed two firm hands on Dustin’s shoulders, looked him square in the eye and continued, “It was a shitshow there’s no question about it. But the fact that you were the first and only one to truly believe I wouldn’t do this besides (Y/n), I couldn’t ask more of a friend. Hell even a little brother. But don’t go getting a big head about it, okay?” Dustin slightly chuckled as tears fell down his face.  He wiped them away and choked out.

“I’ve missed you Eddie.”

“Missed you too yah little shit.” Dustin immediately held onto Eddie as tight as he could.  Eddie rested his head on top of Dustin’s as he patted the young man’s back.

“Eddie, there’s something else you should know.” Eddie separated from the hug and Dustin told him, “It’s about (Y/n). She…..she’s really spiraled ever since you—well you know. And I’m scared she’s going down a path she can’t come back from. It’s more than just shutting herself in or not talking to us. Steve told me she’s been getting into drugs. And I don’t mean the light stuff.”

“And what has Steve done?”

“He’s tried everything. And I know he doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s not just hurting him emotionally. I saw the faint scratch marks on his left cheek. I know she’s not doing it on purpose but…..I’m scared we’ll lose her too if she keeps going down this path.”

“I’ll get the info I need from Harrington. But this meeting never happened, understand Henderson?” Dustin nodded.

“Thank you Eddie. Love you man.”

“Love you too butthead.” With a loud boom of thunder and a bright flash of lighting, Dustin found himself once again alone in his room.

Over at the Harrington’s place, Steve was cleaning himself up in the bathroom.  Once again he and his twin had their daily screaming match of (Y/n)’s wellbeing, this time she had given him a hard punch to the nose and he had finally managed to get the bleeding to stop.

He walked into the kitchen and got out a beer, needing to take the stress out of him.

“Might wanna take something a bit stronger if you wanna take the edge off after a fight, trust me.” Steve jumped back but saw no one there.

“Who’s there?” Steve called out.

“Surely you know, after all this isn’t the first time I’ve snuck into this house.” Steve’s eyes widened and he immediately raced up the stairs and opened up his sister’s room and saw Eddie stroking his hand along (Y/n)’s acoustic guitar which sat at the corner of her room.

“This-this—that’s not possible. How are you—”

“Henderson asked me the same question.”

“Wait you saw Henderson? I swear if you’re one of Vecna’s tricks I swear to god……”

“One way to prove it’s actually me is that back in 81, I snuck in here to be with your sister after she had failed the SAT’s. Poor thing was so devastated she wouldn’t come to school for nearly a week cause it happened to be the time your parents came for their daily check in and she had a screaming match with your old man. So I came here that night and stayed with her. Then you barged right on in and said to me ‘Get out of my house freak! And don’t show your face around here again!’”

“Jesus Christ…..it really is you.”

“Nice to know when it comes to your sister you’re not that clueless anymore Harrington.” Eddie couldn’t help but mock with a smirk.

“If you’re here to mock me for being a horrible brother I already know that Eddie.”

“No, no I didn’t come here to gloat or to mock. Henderson gave me a brief summary on all that happened, but I want to hear your perspective.” He fully turned towards Steve holding up the locket necklace he had given her for a 16th birthday present their junior year.  “What happened to my best girl?” Steve sighed heavily.  He sat down on (Y/n)’s bed and confessed.

“(Y/n) was amess. At first it started off with her barely eating, then it was the constant nightmares of seeing you die over and over again. Then I noticed how she’d end up disappearing at night. I didn’t know where she was going until I caught her sneaking back in and her nose was bleeding. But not in the way where she’d been in a fight, and I didn’t want to believe it but I swear I thought I saw some white powder under her nose. Then it was the injections on her arms, I’ve been trying to get her to get some help but she’s lost it Eddie. Your death seemed to really fuck her mind up.”

“Jesus Christ.” Eddie mumbled solemnly.

“Now I don’t blame you, no way in hell am I blaming you. I just….It just pains me to see my twin sister like this. It’s like I’m feeling her pain like some weird twin telepathy if that shit’s even real. But I can’t stand to see her in that much pain, and for her not to know that she still has people here for her. Hell Henderson was there when you died too, and she’s acting like he wasn’t. You don’t think he’s feeling the same pain as she is?”

“She always did tease that we should’ve just grown a pair and shared custody of the twerp.” Eddie softly chuckled.

“She’s always struggled with depression ever since middle school. Our parents chose to ignore it and kept telling her to get over it or smile more. You’re not depressed, you’re just being dramatic. When she met you, that was probably the first time I’ve ever seen her truly happy.” Steve walked over to an old picture of her and Eddie together at the junior prom.  “Deep down I guess I also grew jealous of just how happy she was around you, and not me. Now I see that it was because of my selfishness that I drove her away. And even when I got our relationship back to the way it was before, I knew she’d put you over me in a heartbeat.”

“Your wrong.” Steve turned to him.

“What do you mean?”

“You remember how we were on Lover’s lake to find that gate where Patrick was killed?” Steve nodded.  “And you remember how you were dragged under the water, and I told you that Wheeler didn’t hesitate to dive in after you?” Steve nodded again.  “She wasn’t the first. In fact, the second you went down, your sister dove in straight after you. Even for not being the best swimmer, she dove straight in after you. She does love you Steve. Like you said, twin telepathy is a serious bond. Now old King Steve, he wouldn’t have dared try to help (Y/n) in her grieving stage. But you’re not him anymore, you’re her twin brother Steve Harrington. The one she always believed was still somewhere deep inside of you.”

Steve scoffed but Eddie came up to him and placed a hand over his chest.

“You’re still trying, still fighting for her. But before you can save her, you have to save yourself. Not just for what happened to me, but for all that happened. That includes Mayfield.” Steve’s eyes slightly widened.  “I’ve seen how you are with her Harrington. Ever since that mall fire, I’ve seen how you’ve come around to check in on her, how you’ve always tried to be there for her at school, and how you’ve been with her since I found out about this Upside down and Vecna shit. How can you even try to help your sister when you’re clearly not ready to forgive yourself?”

Steve couldn’t believe it but Eddie Munson was actually making sense.  Ever since he had been knocked back into reality since all of this began, and ended up forming a bond with the kids who started it all, he’s been trying to be the big brother he naturally was to the kids who began it all.  He knew none of the adults (minus Joyce and Hooper) wouldn’t understand and that the kids needed someone to protect them whenever no one was around.  So he ended up becoming the ‘babysitter’ as he was deemed at first.

And at first it was an annoying title but now, ever since their first big failure, he began to truly understood why he was called that.  He felt a strong need to protect these kids because who else was going to when Joyce had moved, when Nancy decided to try and return to her normal life, who else was there to talk to about all this stuff? Only him.

“She’s been dealing with Daniel Thompson.” Steve told him.

“Daniel. If there’s any drug dealer that should be in jail it’s that prick. At least Rick and I never dealt to pre-teens.” Eddie hissed as he felt his teeth starting to grow a bit sharp before they receded.  “Does he still live in Hawkins?”

“After the earthquake he moved over to the next county about 20 minutes’ drive from here. You know what, screw it.” Steve raced over and grabbed his keys as well as his bat with nails.  “C’mon.” Eddie followed close behind them and Steve started up his BMW and drove out of his driveway and through the storm to get his sister back by any means necessary.

With Eddie’s abilities, they were able to track down exactly where (Y/n) had gone to see Daniel and to Steve, it looked exactly where a drug dealer would live.  A very run down apartment complex in what appeared to be an unsafe part of town.  The rain still pouring down as Steve grabbed his bat.

“So what, you gonna come with and we bust his ass open?” Steve asked.

“This isn’t West side story Harrington. Daniel isn’t one to be messed with especially if he’s using with her. You go in there ready to bust his ass in, he’ll have you shot dead before you can even blink.”

“So what’s the plan?”

“Just follow my lead.” They exited the car and crept towards the fire escape on the side of the building.  Steve then watched in shock as Eddie leapt up and across the railings of the fire escape with ease.

“That would normally scare the shit out of me but I’ve seen freakier shit than that to be surprised.” He climbed up the fire escape until he stood by Eddie as he looked into a darkened room.  He placed his hand along the window and said.

“She’s in there. They’re both high as kites right now.”

“How can you tell?”

“I can smell the burnt spoons and blood inside.”

“Blood? Eddie are you—are you some kind of vampire or something?”

“Or something.” Eddie slowly opened the window and slipped inside like an assassin on a mission.

Once he was inside the room, he saw (Y/n) passed out on the bed while Daniel was up against his headboard staring up into space after getting his high.  Eddie scoffed before letting out a low whistle that seemed to stir them both from their high.  (Y/n) let out a groan and opened her eyes slowly raising her head while Daniel looked on ahead.

“What the…..fuck?” As Eddie continued to whistle, he noticed a lightbulb just hanging above him and trailed his head around it like a dazed man.  He then once again felt his canine teeth grow into fangs as a sudden primal instinct came over him.  He slowly walked towards them then once he got to the bed, he let out a leopard-like roar, baring his fangs which scared Daniel but startled (Y/n).  “JESUS CHRIST MAN!! You nearly gave me a fucking heart attack!”

“Are his…..eyes glowing red? Damn his costume is like…..all in.” (Y/n)’s tone was slurred.  Eddie couldn’t believe that this was the woman he had fallen in love with.  She had fallen so far and so fast ever since his death, but he was going to make it right.  But first he had to get her away from Daniel for good.

“Just the morphine yah dumb bitch. This is just some….freak looking for some kicks.” It was then Daniel withdrew his gun out from under his pillow. “Time for you to get out of here psycho. I ain’t got no more stuff, me and the girlie here used it all up.” Eddie withdrew his fangs and his glowing red eyes turned back to his normal dark brown as he pulled up a chair and sat down.  He pressed his palm against the barrel of the gun and dared him.

“Take your shot Thompson. You got me dead flank.”

“You are seriously fucked up.” Daniel said.  (Y/n) laughed in her high as Daniel continued, “Like you really need psycho-therapy help you sick fuck.” It was then Daniel pulled the trigger making Eddie jump back holding his hand in pain.

Daniel stood up and cheered in his victory on a bullseye but after his brief cries of pain, Eddie soon began laughing as he showed them both his hand and he then let out a cheer as the bullet hole healed instantly.  Daniel’s joy soon turned to panic and fear as he muttered.

“Jesus Christ.”

“Jesus Christ. Stop me if you’ve heard this before; Jesus Christ walks into a hotel.” Daniel shot Eddie in the shoulder which made him lurch backward a bit but he recovered and started walking towards him, continuing with the taunting joke, “He hands the innkeeper three nails and asks,” another shot rang out this time to Eddie’s stomach.

(Y/n) got out from the bed staring at the figure in fear.  At the second gunshot she ended up tripping over the bed sheets trying to get away but for some reason she couldn’t help but stare at the figure before Daniel.

“Don’t you ever fucking die!?” Daniel demanded.

“Can you put me up for the night?” in a flash, Eddie had forced Daniel to point the gun down at his own leg, the gun went off firing straight through Daniel’s femur, blood splattering everywhere.  Daniel cried out in agony, clenching his bleeding thigh between his hands.  “Hurts doesn’t it? When someone takes advantage of your weakness? Imagine what she’s gone through before you coaxed her into your web. In fact I’ll let you feel it.”

Eddie extended his hand and placed it over Daniel’s eyes and with a deep growl, Eddie allowed Daniel to feel every ounce of pain both he and (Y/n) felt on that day.  Daniel let out a scream before he fell still and stiff as a board.

Once Daniel was taken care of, Eddie heard the bathroom door shut.  He dropped the gun and slowly walked toward the bathroom.  He opened it and saw as (Y/n) was waving her arms back and forth meekly holding what appeared to be an old razor.  Her screams of fear piercing the bathroom echoing as she pleaded for her life.

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!! STAY AWAY!!” Eddie grabbed both her wrists and got the razor out of her hands.  He pressed her back against his chest as he dragged her towards the mirror, her wailing making his heart ache but he had to fix this.  He had her stand before the mirror, one hand holding out her arm that had been filled with old and new puncture wounds, while his other hand held her across her forehead.

“You once said; What is grief if not love persevering? It is okay to cry and mourn for those we lost,” she then saw as the veins in her arm suddenly began to move and she felt the morphine slip down her arm.  “Drugs however is not the way to grieve.” (Y/n) soon felt her mind starting to clear up and when she turned to the man, she swore she was seeing Eddie looking at her.  He cupped her face between his hands and he said to her, “your brother is outside willing and ready to help you.”

(Y/n)’s lip trembled as tears poured down her face and she fell to her knees as she wept hysterically.

“Harrington!” Eddie called out and soon enough Steve came in and immediately he knelt down beside (Y/n) and held her in his arms.  Even as she felt him drenched from the rain, (Y/n) gripped onto her twin brother as tightly as she could all the while weeping out Eddie’s name.  As Steve rocked his little sister back and forth, he looked up at Eddie in sorrow but also gratitude while Eddie looked down at the sibling solemnly.

Eventually (Y/n) passed out from her hysterical sobbing.

Steve had taken his sister to the hospital to help get whatever else could’ve been in her system and she ended up sleeping all throughout the night, all throughout the rest of the next day up until it was nearly sunset.  She stirred away to hear machines beeping and the sound of voices speaking over intercoms.

She looked over and saw Steve along with Dustin talking with one another in a hushed manner.  When Steve noticed (Y/n) waking up, he came over to her saying.

“Sleeping beauty awakes. You okay?”

“A bit.” She said groggily.  “Where am I?”

“You’re in the hospital. Had to bring you here to get all that crap out of your body.” (Y/n) leaned up against her pillow shamefully.

“I am so, so sorry Steve. I am so sorry and ashamed of what I did. I know it doesn’t excuse me for my behavior, and I don’t expect you to forgive me. But I…..” Steve stopped her heartbroken confession by hugging his sister as tightly as he could.  “How can you forgive me so easily? I thought you’d never wanted to speak to me again?”

“I was never angry with you for turning to the drugs. I was upset because I was afraid you were losing your way.”

“I did lose my way Steve.”

“But you found it again. And I swear, I’m gonna be there for you every step of the way. No matter what it takes to help you get back on your feet.” The Harrington siblings smiled at each other softly as they embraced one another as (Y/n) said.

“Thank you Steve. You really are the best big brother.” After a few visits from the kids, as well as the older members of Hellfire, (Y/n) would soon be on her way to recovery.  After speaking with her doctor, he prescribed that she would need to go up to Indianapolis to their rehab center where she would get the coaching and help that I needed.

She and Steve signed a few forms and it was settled that after a couple of more days here for observation, she would take the first bus up to the capital for her rehab treatment.

Later that night as the hospital had closed down their offices to visitors and the night shift staff were doing their rounds.  (Y/n) lay there on her bed watching the Golden girls on the tv.  She was just about to fall asleep when she felt a cold brush of wind blow across her cheek, she turned and there she saw Eddie’s silhouette appearing from her window until he finally made himself known to her.

“Hello milady.” He greeted her with a warm smile and a gentleman’s bow.

“Eddie?” she softly whispered as her heart meter began to spike.  Eddie raised a finger to his lips softly shushing her as he walked up to her.

“Guess when you say your heartbeats faster everytime I’m in the room, you’re not lying. But it’s best we don’t alert the staff about my presence sweetheart.” He stood at the foot of her bed.

“Is it…..is it really you? Were you there that night? Or am I going crazy again from the drugs?”

“It’s not the after effects of the drugs, nor is this a trick from Vecna. I am here sweetheart.”

“I…….” (Y/n) was speechless.  “I’ve thought over a million, trillion things to say when I’d—” her breathing was shaky as she gasped softly, “How?”

“I had a mission to help three grieving souls who needed my words of wisdom. And you were the last one that needed saving.”

“So you’re…..you’re leaving again?” she asked sadly.

“Sweetheart I’ve heard and now seen just how my death has affected you. But there’s something you must understand. The Eddie Munson you once knew and loved has become someone entirely new. And I can’t let him near you until I’ve figured him out for myself.”

“But I…..I just got you back. Eddie I…..I see it happen every night when I sleep, and everytime when thunder rumbles, I’m back down there with you. Seeing those things rip you apart, not able to free myself or save you. Why must you leave me again?”

Eddie walked closer to her and hovered his upperbody over hers.  He leaned towards her left ear and whispered to her.

“This belongs to you, and always will.” He came back up, cupped the left side of her face.  His dark brown eyes staring down at hers as he leaned in closer to her face and captured her lips with his in a soft, hidden kiss.  (Y/n) raised her hand up and stroked along Eddie’s face with the back of her hand and buried her hand underneath his curls.

As the clock by her bed chimed midnight, Eddie separated from the kiss and took her hand into his.

“Where can I find you again?”

“You know that place between sleep and awake? That place where you still remember dreaming?” he asked her.  She softly nodded, “That’s where I will always love you. That’s where I’ll be waiting.” He told her in a soft, loving manner.  His eyes soon glowed red as he told her, “Sleep now meleth nin, sleep.” A feeling of exhaustion came over her as she soon fell asleep.  “Sleep until dawn.”

Eddie placed into her hands her necklace he had taken from her room and rested her hands over her chest.  He gave her one last look, almost as if he were taking a mental picture to keep forever in his mind before he forced himself away from her bedside and with the last chime of the clock, and a wave of the curtain, Eddie Munson disappeared from the hospital.

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Beyond the Battle - Chapter 27 - Stranger Things - Steddie

Beyond the Battle­: Action & Consequence

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Summary: Steve hits things with a bat or gets hit depending on who you ask. He definitely does not have anything to do with the psychic stuff. That is El’s domain. However, as Vecna is defeated, the rules change.

Pairing: steddie (Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson)

Other Relationships: Steve & Robin, Steve & Dustin, Eddie & Dustin

Rating: Teen

A/N: Multi-chapter story, updated regularly. Honestly not sure how many chapters it will have yet because it's still a bit hand wavy in the middle, but definitely more than 12. Thank you to my beta for find my mistakes and to all those who read/like/reblog.💖 Follow #st:beyond-the-battle for updates.

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Chapter 27.    What Now?

Everyone was kind enough not to bombard Steve with questions as Eddie helped him up and into his parent’s ensuite bathroom to clean up.

“So, how are you really feeling?” Eddie asked, hovering close by as he washed the blood off his hands and face.

“Kind of wild,” he admitted, leaning on the sink, and letting everything turn over in his mind.

Yes, he had helped Eddie, Hopper, and Max, but this had been a whole other experience. The others had all been slower for a start, and this had felt so much more urgent, so immediate.

“It was kind of wild to watch,” Eddie told him, stepping up behind him and placing a hand on his back. “Nancy was so pale, like she was already dead, and she came back to life under your hands. Birdie is right, it is amazing.”

“I still don’t know what I’m doing,” he said, watching the last of the bloody water circle the drain.

“Yeah, you do,” Eddie said, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. “You might not fully understand it, but I don’t fully understand how my van works, but I can still fix it.”

“Debateable,” Steve replied automatically, and Eddie scoffed at him.

He wasn’t sure he quite believed that, but they were in yet another crisis, so he pushed his doubts down.

“Did you explain everything to my mom, Wayne and your guys?” he asked, pulling off his shirt and picking up the soap to clean where the blood had soaked through.

“Hmmm,” was all that came back.

“Eds?” he asked, looking over his shoulder.

“Sorry,” Eddie said, blinking and giving him a coy little smile, “got distracted. Give a guy some warning if you’re gonna rip your top off. Yes, they’ve all had Upside Down 101 and I explained about me and how I’m not dead too. Your mom is one formidable lady, I think Owens is in so much trouble when she gets her hands on him. When Robin gave her the rundown on Starcourt and the Russians, your mom looked like she was ready to kill. And I think Wayne is just glad to have an explanation for all the weird shit that’s been going on. Gareth, Jeff, and Frank look about how I felt when I learned about all this shit too.”

“And are you okay?” Steve asked as he splashed water to rinse off. “Can’t have been easy explaining where you really were.”

“There might have been a bit of manly crying,” Eddie said, trying to play it off with humour, but Steve could see how hard it had been. “And manly hugging too.”

“Well, as long as it was manly,” he replied in kind, but leaned over and pecked Eddie on the cheek at the same time. “I’d give you a manly hug too,” he added, “but I’m all wet.”

“No fair, Harrington,” Eddie complained, “you can’t promise me things like that and not deliver. And how did you manage to make this about me? I’m sure we were talking about you.”

“Yeah, well, we can do the heart to heart later, we’ve got a crisis to deal with right now,” he replied, refusing to dwell on things. “Can you find me a shirt, please?”

“No problem,” Eddie said and disappeared before Steve could suggest where to look.

Steve went back to cleaning up. He was towelling off when Eddie returned, flushed and breathing hard, clearly having been running. He laughed when he saw the shirt Eddie handed him.

“Y’know, my dad has clothes in the room just outside this door,” he said, but pulled on the band Tee Eddie had grabbed.

“Didn’t think of that,” Eddie said unrepentantly, “and your room is off limits, so you’ll just have to bow to the metal.”

“You just like me in your clothes,” Steve complained, even as he grabbed Eddie by the front of his shirt and gently pulled him closer. “Only for you.”

Eddie looped his arms around Steve’s shoulders as Steve leaned in for a proper kiss this time.

“You had me dressed in your clothes for days,” Eddie said into the kiss. “Turnaround is fair play.”

“Okay, I’ll give you that,” he agreed at which point his stomach gave an almighty growl and killed the moment.

“Come on,” Eddie said, “you need to refuel.”

When they walked out of the downstairs bedroom, the first thing Steve saw was Nancy sitting up, wearing a shirt that was way too big for her and clutching a mug.

“Nancy,” he said, giving her a pleased smile, “how are you feeling?”

What he really didn’t expect was for her to abandon the mug on the coffee table and launch at him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“Hey, you’re okay,” he said, wrapping her in his arms as she cried into his shoulder.

He had become so used to Nancy being the put-together one in a crisis that he wasn’t quite sure what to do. That and the fact he was feeling somewhat lightheaded did not help him process. He might also have swayed a bit.

“Okay, right, let’s move the hugging to the couch before you both fall down,” Joyce said from somewhere close.

Not being the complete idiot some of his friends thought he was, Steve went with it when a couple of pairs of hands steered them into empty seats.

“Sorry,” Nancy said, pulling back. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he replied because he had no idea what else to say. “Sorry about the blouse.”

Nancy let out a short, loud laugh even though she was still crying.

“I think it was ruined anyway,” she said, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.

“Group hug,” Dustin yelled, and Steve just braced for impact.

It was silly and crazy, but the tangle of limbs seemed to be just what everyone needed. For a while Steve just let himself enjoy it. They had a mystery to solve and yet more danger to deal with, but celebrating the small victory was good for them.

“Okay, okay, enough,” Eddie’s voice finally cut through the chaos. “Steve and Nancy need to eat, like right now.”

The kids backed off, except Mike who stayed glued to his sister’s side perched on the arm of the couch. Steve couldn’t help feeling a little exposed. Now there was nothing between him and where his mom was standing to the side. When a plateful of mac-n-cheese was thrust into his hands he held it almost like a shield. His mom, usually so perfectly put together, even when she was being casual, looked like she might have been crying. Eddie hadn’t mentioned that.

“Okay, Mom?” he asked as that slowly sank in.

She gave him a tight smile and nodded, although her eyes looked kind of shiny. He patted the third seat on the couch in invitation. When she sat down, she reached out and pulled him in for a quick one arm hug.

“You should eat, Darling,” she told him.

He nodded, but couldn’t quite manage it straight away. For a few moments he searched her face, trying to read how she was reacting.

“You doing okay?” he asked, ignoring everything going on around them for a while.

“Steve, that should be my line,” his mom said seriously.

“Yeah, but you only just found out about all this,” he replied. “It’s a lot.”

“And if everything I have been told is true,” his mom countered, “you found out about this a week and a half ago.”

Steve did a mental calculation in his head and realised it was true. It felt so weird to realise that. He was still getting used to the idea, still adjusting, but it had been such a huge change it seemed like longer ago.

“I guess,” he replied.

“And you’ve been dealing with all this without being able to tell me or your father since you were sixteen,” his mom added and there was the fire Eddie had mentioned.

“Way older than most of the kids,” he pointed out.

“Steven,” his mother said in a tone that begged no argument, “that does not make it any better. The government made children sign NDAs, which is more than simply illegal. And they did it by blackmailing you all.”

He could tell his mother was incensed.

“Mom,” he said, placing a hand over hers, “are you okay?”

He knew a deflection when he saw it because he’d used more than a few of them himself. No doubt his mother was not about to let the matter drop, but it was not the time.

“Yes,” she replied, taking a deep breath, “I am just very, very angry.”

That would do for the time being.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“Yes,” he replied, “just very, very hungry.”

That managed to get a smile out of her. They were going to have to talk, probably for a long while, but with the crisis going on, it was not the time.

“Then eat,” his mom said, giving him a very small smile.

He smiled back and did as he was told. When Robin presented him with one of his shakes, he’d written the recipe down for cases of emergency, he could have kissed her. Instead, he ate his mac and cheese and sipped at the shake like it was ambrosia.

He was still eating when Hopper called for everyone’s attention.

“We need to figure this out,” the older man said.

Everyone who’d been through the Upside Down was sitting around nodding in a resigned way, his mom, Wayne and the Corroded Coffin guys appeared to be doing their best not to simply freak out.

“Nancy, you said you thought you were being followed,” Hopper said. “For how long?”

“I noticed something yesterday,” Nancy replied, placing her fork back in her bowl, “but it wasn’t until today I decided it wasn’t me being paranoid. Today it was two men in dark clothes in a car. I ditched them and came to you.”

Steve was impressed with how calmly she managed to recount the information. That she had successfully ditched a surveillance team was also pretty metal, as Eddie would no doubt describe it.

“Has anyone else seen anything suspicious?” Hopper asked next.

“There was a weird guy in the store when I went to pick up groceries yesterday,” Steve said as he thought about it. “He could just have been security though. I didn’t notice anyone following me back to town, and I always check because of Eddie.”

It had become a habit since Eddie began living with him. His house was far enough back from the road that no one could see into it without coming up the drive, but he liked to be sure.

Everyone else just made vague, inconclusive noises.

“I’ve heard everyone talk about Doctor Owens,” Eddie spoke up. “Could this be him?”

“Not likely,” Joyce said.

“He would not do this,” El agreed. “If he had wished to kill me, it would have been far easier when I was trapped in the Void. It is more likely the men who killed Papa.”

“The ones who tried to arrest us after the final battle,” Dustin piped up.

“They did what?” Steve’s mom asked.

“After El finished off Vecna, all these men in black uniforms appeared and wanted to take El away,” Lucas revealed.

“Only Dr Owens showing up with his own people with guns stopped them,” Will added.

Steve could see his mom adding more to her mental list.

“But why now?” Mike asked. “Why not when they first let us all go home?”

“Because the bureaucratic fighting is over,” Hopper said, staring at the ceiling and closing his eyes for a moment as if he thought he’d been an idiot.

“What do you mean?” Steve’s mom asked.

“Sam, uh, Doctor Owens offered me the job at the lab the day before yesterday,” Hopper revealed, “and he said it was because he’d finally made sure everything was settled and he was back in charge for good. If this black-ops colonel is as fanatical as I think he is, this might be his last-ditch solution.”

“But El saved the world,” Lucas pointed out as if it made no sense to him.

“I don’t think he sees El as a person,” Robin said, “just a weapon.”

“Which in his mind would make her even more dangerous now there’s no enemy to defeat,” Dustin concluded. “So, what do we do?” Wayne asked the obvious question.

End of Chapter 27

Chapter 28

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[silentglassbreak]

And if I only could…

I’d make a deal with God, and get him to swap our places…

“Max! Max! Why can’t you hear me?! Punch him, Max! Kick him! Do something!”

“She can’t hear you, William. Only I can hear you.”

The deep, wet voice made Billy flinch hard, a choked sound coming from his throat. He was trapped, had been trapped for a period of time he couldn’t even try to place. He can’t let Max be trapped too.

“Let her go! It wasn’t her fault!” Billy’s clawing at the air, futile attempts to move his legs toward her stopped by a wall he can’t see. He can feel the hot tears streaming down his face, desperately screaming to the horrific creature standing and lifting his hand over her face.

“It doesn’t matter whose fault it was. If she believes it, it’s enough.”

Billy can see the smirk on the fleshy creature’s face.

“You already have me! You don’t need her! You don’t need Max!”

A low chuckle erupts in the ground around Billy, the voice seemingly coming from the sludge below his feet.

“I need them all, William.”

Be running up that road…

Billy’s fingers are bloody, bloodier than normal. The black coat he’s wearing is slowly falling apart more and more, the harsh environment he’s been living in slowly eroding it’s integrity. He would bet any money he has ever had that the replica Steve has is still in pristine condition. Leave it to Harrington to have some of the most expensive, long-lasting clothing, even in this forsaken place.

Still, it has to have been at least months since he ended up here and stole it. He’s been stealing a lot of Steve’s clothes, and hiding out at his home.

His voice is straining too hard, working double overtime to try and distract the monster from taking Max the same way he took Chrissy and the little guy with the scars.

“Max! Max! Come on Max! I’m your brother! Listen to me!”

His screaming is futile. Soon, his voice is drowned by the sound of music notes, softly keying somewhere in the air. He stops, pressing his hand against the wall he can’t see, and listens.

Be running up that hill…

The music makes the creature go still for a moment and that’s when they all see it, the hole that’s opened. He can see Max, there in the cemetery with Henderson, Sinclair, and…Harrington?

Billy’s heart stops for a second, maybe a millisecond, before he understands what’s happening. He can feel the hope bubbling in his chest like hot acid.

“Max! You’ve got to get free Max! You’ve got to get out!”

He sees her hands pulling at the vines. She’s struggling but she’s fighting harder now.

“Yes, Max! Pull! Fight!”

Through the gateway, he can see her body levitating, and his heart sinks.

Be running up that building…

“Come on Max, you little shit! Get loose! You’re stronger than this! Come on!”

He’s pounding his fists into the wall, trying like hell to get through to her. He may have survived before, but he’ll die before he lets Max get trapped in this shit hole. The music is coming louder now, the hole floating freely in the sky.

See, if I only could…

He can see her small arms straining. He can see her pulling harder.

Then suddenly, as if he has climbed inside of her and mustered all of his own strength, her hands pull free, and she grabs the monster’s neck, ripping one of the large veins off, blood spurting out for a second.

The invisible barrier Billy leans against falls away, causing him to tumble forward and catch himself on one hand in the slime.

Lifting his chin, he sees Max making a break for the gateway, running through the tarry ground and dodging falling debris. The monster stands, taking minimal effort to stop her, and without a thought, Billy lunges forward and runs toward her.

“Max! Keep running!” His voice echoes into the vast darkness, a thick vine reaching out and grabbing his leg.

He falls, face hitting the ground hard, and turns to kick at the slimy tentacle wrapped around him, effectively making it release it’s hold.

When he looks back, Max is frozen, eyes wide and staring directly at him. He waves his arms at her wildly.

“Don’t stop Max! Keep going!”

He can see her tiny face, disbelief twisting her features.

You don’t want to hurt me, but see how deep the bullet lies…

Her trance is broken by another falling boulder crashing just in front of her, knocking her backwards. She stumbles and looks back at the hole. Her eyes fix back on Billy.

“Billy!”

Billy takes steps backwards, feeling the eyes of the monster on him now. He has to go. Max will make it out, he knows it.

“Don’t look for me, Max! Just go home! Stay safe!”

He watches her turn, and take off, running back toward her body, her friends, and her home.

Billy turns on his heels, and begins sprinting back to the only home he has now, and away from the monster.

Unaware I’m tearing you asunder, oh, there’s thunder in our hearts…

Max’s eyes open after she feels the impact of her body hitting the grass beneath her. The first thing she sees is Lucas’ face, eyes wild and hands grabbing her.

Her chest is heaving, lungs feeling like they may explode. She can still smell the death and rotten flesh in her nostrils. Her heart is threatening to burst from her breast plate. Her foot kicks something hard, and she looks down.

The headstone.

Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Oh tell me, we both matter, don’t we?

It’s you and me…

It’s you and me….

Won’t be unhappy….

Her eyes shift around, trying to process what’s happened. The music still pumps through her ears.

Her gaze dances between Lucas and Dustin before she lands on Steve. His eyes are laxed and he’s leaning back on his ass, breathing heavily, relieved. She locks eyes on him, making his brow furrow in confusion.

“Billy’s in the Upside Down.”

And if I only could, I’d make a deal with God, and I’d get him to swap our places…

Be running up that road…

Be running up that hill…

Be running up that building…

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Neapolitan Pt. 9

A/N:  Howdy to Pt. 9.  You can find the rest of this on this master list.  

Gotta say this once more:  I do not know any of the gentlemen of GVF.  This is a piece of fiction, through and through.  Jake is just my blueprint to a very interesting character to me.  A muse if you will.

Pairing: Jake (switch) X fem OC (switch) 

Content Warnings: Angst, partying, you know it these guys like to drink a lot, Jake’s strawberry, Jake soft dom, control, sexual situations, sex, smut, outright dirty smut, I’m blushing it’s just …  damn.

Word Nerd Corner: approx. 4800 words

Pt. 9

      Nine in the morning found her stirring and finding Jake gone.  Cleaning up and dressing, she made the bed and headed downstairs, knowing it would be quiet.  Looking out to the deck, she found him, sitting at the table in the sunshine, notebook in hand.  She noticed that he didn’t even have coffee in front of him, so she fixed two cups before heading out.

      “There you are,”  she said softly, setting the cup down before him.

      “Thank you,”  he said with a smile and a kiss.  “I got this idea and needed to write it down.”

      She barely got her cup down on the table before Max’s arms grabbed hold of her.  “I don’t want to go!”

     Violet laughed.  “I’d keep you here forever, sweet girl.”

     Jake snorted as Josh stumbled out the door.  Violet tried not to laugh, but the man’s hair stuck out in so many directions that it was hard to concentrate on anything else.  Max just beamed in her post sex high, not caring who the hell knew about her hook up.  

      “Darling, you hold a hell of a court here,”  he said, sitting down next to his twin.  

      “I do try, Sir Joshua,”  Violet commented, taking note that Jake trained his eyes back to his notebook for his brother to see.

      “Shit, is that it?”  Josh said as he practically ripped the paper from him.

      She listened as they hummed the melody that Jake had lulled her to sleep with.  Josh’s face turned critical, almost like a total shift in person, as they went through it a few times.  

      They continued to work on whatever it was that Jake had in front of them, while Violet waved Max back to the kitchen.  

      “Doing better this morning?”  she asked, her hand warm against Violet’s skin.

      “Yeah.  You guys gave me exactly what I needed.  Thank you,”  she said, dragging out the bowl of cut fruit to set out on the counter.  

      “It was a great night.  Perfect,”  her friend mused with a nod.  “I didn’t get a chance to tell you with all the stuff going on, I got that job in Grand Rapids.”

      Violet smiled wide as Max acted like it was nothing.  “We could’ve been celebrating this whole time?”

      “Well, I kinda did last night,”  she answered with a few pumps of her eyebrows.

      “Shit yeah you did.”  Violet belted out, twirling the woman around in a hug.  “When do you start?”

      “Next month.  I’ve already got the house sold and will be moving out next weekend.  I was supposed to stay with Alison,”  she sighed with a shake of her head.  “Everything that’s been going on down there makes so much more sense now, Vi.”

      She felt conflicted.  “He’s bad, Max.  Really bad.”  Swallowing hard as she looked out across the deck at the men that sat at her table, she shook her head.  “I can’t believe that I’m going to say this, but all we can do is hope like hell the bitch wakes up and knows that we still love her.”

      Max nodded as she wrapped her arms around Violet’s waist.  “That’s why I love you.  You can say things like that even after everything and mean them.  Had I known what was happening, I would’ve castrated the bastard then and there.  How fucked up are we that we’re trained and trained and trained to see this in patients and we can’t see it in our own damned friends.”

      “Okay, enough,”  Violet said, hugging her friend tight.  “We have some planning.  You know you’ll only be about an hour from here, right?”

      The twinkle that shone in Max’s eye solidified the woman’s fairy-ness.  They set out the rest of the breakfast items for the easiest access to those who would mill through.  John was the first to arrive on the deck, followed by Teddy and Julie.  Ollie stumbled up, shaking his finger at Josh and said that indeed that last double mojito was not needed at the end of the night.  They laughed at him while he held his head together.  

      Slowly, they filed out.  Max was the last to leave, having hitched a ride with Ollie and his crew.  She twirled and flitted around with each goodbye until it was her turn.  She plowed over Josh to grab at Violet and soak up one last snuggle with promises of visits on the weekends.  Josh watched after the RV for a long moment.

      “Wow,”  he sighed, his eyes moving to Violet.  “Fairy goddess was right on.”

      Violet smiled at him as he retreated to the deck.  “I should get you two back to your place, huh?”

      “Actually,”  Josh said as Jake handed him the notebook.  “Danny and Sam should be here soon.”

     “Oh,”  she said, beginning to straighten up around the deck.

     The sight of her kitchen startled her.  Ollie and John had cleaned up, but the amount of booze and food in the house was just staggering.  She moved back to the deck to look at the coolers.  

      “What’s going on, darling?  You look a bit frazzled,”  he remarked from his spot at the table.

      “I’m going to pawn off most of this beer on you guys,”  she said trying to figure out how they were all so damn drunk but they did not seem to even go through half of what she had purchased for the event.  

      She began to drag coolers to the edge of the deck.  She had to admit, she was not ready for the house to be quiet.  It would give her too much time to think over the situation that she did not want to address.  She married up coolers, tipping over the empties.  She breezed inside and found some paper and a sharpie.  When Danny showed up with Sam in tow, she quickly wrote on the paper “FREE BEER” and held it up to them.  

      “Hey Sunny,”  Sam called as he got out.  

      They loaded the coolers into the truck before joining them on the deck.  Josh was showing them the notebook and all four of them, heads nearly pressed together, began to debate over whatever it was that Jake had ‘figured out’.  Violet stood in her kitchen, wondering where to start.  She started to set nonperishables on the kitchen table.  Most would go to Chase - starving student and all.  Turning her attention to the fridge, she sighed as her eyes moved to the guys outside.  They did not seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.  Nodding, she took out veggies and the grilled chicken that Ollie had made.  She started to put together a meal.  Pouring herself a glass of wine, she smiled as the guys moved the umbrella around for shade and continued on.  Putting some music on, she continued, putting the fresh veg into a saute pan with a satisfying sizzle.  The chicken she cut into strips.  She twirled around as everything started to heat and fill the kitchen with aroma.  

       She dug a little deeper and found some of the cut fruit and tossed salad from Teddy and Julie.  Violet freshened it all up while Josh was signing and Danny was tapping in time.  She looked out across the deck at the sight.  The soft smile that tugged at her mouth made her heart warm.  The way they felt safe enough in her home to work the way they were made her feel good.

     Jake, Danny and Sam were harmonizing while Josh started belting out notes that blew her mind.  The smile on Jake’s face was blinding as they continued.  She grabbed her wine and continued on.  Pulling plates out and glasses, she started to set up the kitchen island.  She filled a bowl with ice and took beers from the fridge.  There was also some sangria that she discovered in the back.  A little happy dance and another glass later, she started to set everything out for the guys to just grab and go when Jake appeared at the sliding door.

     “What’s all this?”  he asked, stepping in, his face tinged with heat.  

     “Leftovers,”  she smiled as she stuck spoons into bowls.  “I hope to feed you all.”

     “Damn, Sunny,”  Sam remarked standing behind his brother.  “Leave you alone for a few minutes…”

     She stood back as the four loaded plates, grabbed beers and headed back outside.  Jake walked back in when she did not follow.  

     “Hey, you okay?”  he asked, cornering her.

     “Yeah, I’m good,”  she said softly as he pulled her arms up over his shoulders.  

     He swayed a bit, keeping her close.  “What’s going on in that mind of yours?”

     “I’m glad you guys are here,”  she answered as he nipped at her neck.  “You make it seem not so empty.”

     “Come on.  Make yourself a plate and come out,”  he said, trying to steer her towards the food.

     “I don’t want to interrupt your work,”  she sighed, picking up the dish towel to start cleaning up.

     “Fuck that,”  he said, starting a plate for her.  “Your company is now required.”

     She smiled as he finished a plate for her and then pushed her outside to the other three and the chaos that was them.

***

     Strawberry.  She had texted the singular word to him Wednesday and had not heard back.  She took a picture of the strawberries on her counter and sent it.  Nothing.  She took a picture of strawberries in lemonade.  Nothing.  She did not have strawberry ice cream, but she did have whipped cream in the fridge.  She put strawberries in cream, took a picture and sent it.  Nothing.  She took a rather large strawberry, dipped it into the cream, angled it against her mouth, took a real close up picture like the whore she was and sent it.  Nothing.  At least when he barraged her with vanilla she had the balls to text him back each and every time.

     Violet groaned, not wanting to wait until Sunday.  She spent the entire day Monday and Tuesday cleaning up after the friend visit.  He had stayed Sunday night and didn’t leave until Monday afternoon, helping out where she let him.  He said that Tuesday was going to be an away day - something about having to conference with ‘people’.

     The quiet of the previous night was the first time that Tim hadn’t haunted her thoughts.  It was the first time that she knew of that the wounds he inflicted did not hurt in their ghostly manner if she skimmed her hand across her scalp or the bump on her collar bone that he snapped, or the numerous other fractures and cuts and bruises that he had caused over the course of three years.  She had even dared to put on music while she read a book and found herself truly relaxed on her own - no need for work, no need for house stuff, no need for another body to be next to her.

      After showering the long day off, she checked her phone to see if she missed a text from Jake.  Still - nothing.  Putting on her jams, she didn’t bother drying her hair.  Going downstairs, she made herself a cup of coffee and grabbed her book for an early evening in bed.  She started locking up when a car pulled into the driveway.  Watching as it parked, she sighed as Jake got out of the car, his hair blowing around in the wind.  Setting her cup and book down on the counter, she opened the slider door and stepped out to greet him with a smile.  His face was serious; his eyes hard.  

      Taking a step back, she knew that face.  The inner whimper nearly screeched in joy as he climbed the couple of stairs and moved right for her.  His hands cupped her face as he kissed her hard, overwhelming her senses.  Backing her up through the door, he closed and locked it while she tried to catch her breath.  He bent, grabbing her around the thighs and lifting her so she went up and over his shoulder.  He smacked her ass with a loud crack.

     “My little whore thought it would be nice to torture me all day long,”  he said firmly.  “I couldn’t answer.  I had to sit with my dick hard while the management droned on and on about whatever the fuck they have to talk about.”

     “I’m sorry, I didn’t know,”  she gasped as she bounced against him.  

      He cracked her on the butt again as he moved towards the stairs.  Violet tried not to giggle as he nearly dropped her.  She slid down his body, landing with a thump right on her ass.  His eyes broke for a moment, his lips rolled into his mouth in an effort to hide his smile. 

     “Upstairs, now,”  he said firmly.  

     She clamored up the steps as he watched her.  He was slow to follow.  She made it into the bedroom, her hands just about to lift her shirt off when he stopped her.

     “I didn’t tell you to take those off, Violet,”  he said in a hard tone.  “My goodness, what a little slut you are for thinking I’m needing you to be naked.”

     She felt her stomach swoon as she lowered her shirt back down.  He walked into the room, authority dripping off his body.  She watched as he opened his belt and undid his jeans.

     “Knees, now,”  he ordered with a jab of his finger.  “You don’t deserve to be fucked by my cock tonight, little whore. Do you understand?”

     “Yes,”  she said meekly, falling to her knees.

     He sat down in the fluffy chair against the wall, just staring at her, like he was plotting something.  “That last picture,”  he whispered, his tone threatening, “that last damn picture sealed it.  You don’t even deserve to suck me tonight.”

     She bit at the corners of her mouth as her heart pounded.  He fell into silence again and her eyes fell to his knee as he leaned back.  When Violet brought her eyes up to his face, she found that a glint was forming in his eyes.

     “So, my dear sweet fuck, what do you think is going to happen tonight for your insolence?  For your temptations when they were not expected?”  he asked in a taunting manner.  “Punishment.”

     The word lingered in the air around her.  Violet felt her core quiver in excitement, and she tried to cover it by turning her chin down to keep her eyes from betraying her thoughts.  He remained silent for a long time, just eyes on her, face hard.  

     “You are going to have to really listen to get back into my good graces, Violet.  You will go into the bathroom and remove all of your clothes.  You will return to the spot that you are in right now with every vibrator and dildo in your possession - except the precious blue one.  You don’t even deserve Jakey Jr.  You will set each one out for me to select from in a nice pretty line.  Do you understand?”

      “Yes,”  she said quietly.

      “You may go prepare.”

      She stood up and nearly tripped over her own feet trying to get to the bathroom in a hurry.  Her brain was racing and her heart was thumping at the prospect of putting on a show for Jake, if that was indeed where he was going with this notion of ‘punishment’.  She was trying to slow her mind down as she opened her toy drawer.  For a moment, she realized that the number of toys she did have was a bit staggering.  What the hell.  Did she really need eight different fake dicks?  She gasped as she realized that she was no different from Margie and her dick pictures that she kept hidden.  She wanted to laugh and cry, perhaps scream a bit at the thought.  

     “I’m waiting,”  he said loudly from the bedroom, his voice annoyed.

     Blowing out a breath, she grabbed the eight, leaving big blue behind and wondering when Jake had named it.  She snapped up a towel in between her fingers on her way out. She must’ve looked ridiculous carrying all the dicks between her breasts and against her belly, but a girl’s gotta do and all that.  His eyes narrowed as she knelt back down, dropping the towel before her and spreading it out before glancing up at him with a smirk.  Violet began to set the fake cocks before her.  At first, she thought she would just set them on the towel and sit back.  But then, she decided it would be better to put them in order - smallest to biggest.  Grinning at her work, she finally sat back on her heels, looking up at him.  

     “Cheeky bitch,”  he whispered.  “I would suggest that you do as you are told, or I will not let you cum tonight.  One more fuck up like that, and I won’t even blow my own load on your tits like I want.  Do you understand?”

      “Yes, Jacob,”  she breathed, feeling the tether to the man tighten exponentially.  

      He shifted in the chair, his eyes drifting across the toys laid out before her like he was picking out chocolates.  He even did a little hum and tapped his chin with a finger.  “I bet you’re already soaked.  Spread them and let me see.”

      She spread her knees apart as far as she could, even leaning back for him to view her.  He tsked her, whispering something for only himself to hear.  

      “I’m surprised, Violet,”  he said lazily.  “I was expecting you to be dripping.  Poor thing.  Am I not exciting enough for you anymore?  I want you to take that mini one and only rub your clit with it.  Let’s light this party, yeah?”

      She lifted the small one as instructed and pushed it in between her folds, circling her clit with just the tip and back round again.  He sat back, legs crossed to hide himself from her, but she was sure he was straining against his jeans.  She pushed the little button that would turn the thing on.  With the faint hum, she grinned as she pulsed it against herself, moving from side to side, forward and back to just ghost her entrance.  He watched in silence as she began to move her hips like she was grinding.

      “Stop.”  

      Violet brought her eyes up to look at him through her lashes.  He was absolutely stone faced.

      “Swallow it.”

      She brought it up to her mouth like she would his own dick, wrapping her lips around it, sucking herself off it and pulling it out with a pop.  She continued to slide it in and out of her mouth as she watched him, trying to get some kind of reaction.  The control he had over himself was amazing.  He almost looked disinterested, but there was a gleam in his dark eyes that goaded her on.

      “Stop.”  

      She pulled the mini out of her mouth and dropped it to her side as she waited for his next instruction.

      “Show me.”

      She leaned back, hand on her low belly to show off how wet she was just for him.  He hummed as the tiniest smirk tugged at his mouth.

      “We’re done with the little fucker.  Take the next one and fuck yourself.”

      She tried not to grin, but she picked the next one up and palmed it before she slid it between her thighs.  Leaning back on one hand, she lifted her bottom to allow her knees to spread even more, giving him the best view possible.  She let her head drop back as she pushed the dick into her, rubbing her clit with the side of her thumb as she did so.  She heard the faint inhale from him as she started to work it, arching her back to give her breasts a lift and bounce. 

      “Faster.”

      She began to pump the dildo into her, trying to concentrate on anything that he may display for her.  Her breath started to hitch.  She made eye contact with him just as she shimmied her shoulders to make her boobs wobble.  The lust that spiked in his face was reward enough to make her continue on.

      “Stop.”  His voice was raspy before he cleared his throat.  

      Violet withdrew the second dildo and held it up as she returned to sitting up on her heels.  He waved his hand for her to put it down.

      “Lay on your back with your cunt pointing at me,”  he ordered, his body not moving.

      Violet moved so that she lay on her back, letting her legs fall open for him.

      “Not nearly fucked enough are you,”  he whispered.  “Pull on those nipples.  Make them bitches stand up all nice and pretty.”

      She began to twist and tug on her breasts, much to his delight.

      “Okay, let’s see if you can fit two dicks in there,”  he said with a wicked smile.  “Take the next two and put them both into your pussy.”

      Her brain fuzzed over.  Two…  Two?  She tried not to make a sound of opposition, but she struggled to hide her ‘what the fuck’ as it passed her lips.

     “Do you require assistance, cock slut?  Because if you do, then we’re done here,”  he threatened.

      Violet moved slowly, first taking one into her with a soft moan.  She grabbed the second one while she was pumping in the first to lube herself up.  She swallowed hard as she lifted the second dildo, this one was thinner, but curved.  Finding her resolve, she began to insert the second one.  The fullness surprised her, but it was delicious.  

      “Goddamn, you’re a fucking goddess,” he encouraged.  “Fuck yourself on them.”

      Bringing her right hand across both, she began to slowly pump herself.  She could not stop the breathy moans that she let go as the feeling was unlike anything she had had before.  Between the two very different shapes, she cooed like the whore she was.  Her eyes sought his, finding him leaning forward, a devil grin on his face.  She watched as he stood, the bulge in his pants looking painful as he kicked his boots off.  He pulled off his socks before yanking his shirt off.  Finally, the jeans and boxers were sliding off his body to slam his dick back onto his belly.  Her eyes began to roll back as her whole body fought against the orgasm that wanted to death drop her through the floor.  

      “Stop,”  he sighed as he palmed himself.

      She ground out a frustrated growl, but she stopped, holding the two dildos in place.  He disappeared for a moment into the bathroom before coming back with her tube of lube.  He stepped over her middle, kneeling down to rest on her stomach.  The smell of his skin made her mind fluster as his heat flooded her.  Her arm was pinned in place by his thigh, holding the dicks inside her.  She tried to calm her breathing as he drizzled the lube over himself.

     “You’ve been so good,”  he whispered, meeting her eyes.  “But not good enough… yet.”

     The soft whine that escaped her filled the air around her.  He began to jack himself off as he palmed one of her breasts.  His fingers twisted and pinched as he moved his eyes from her face to her tits to his dick, and back again like a slow journey that needed to be savored.  He began to up his pace, his mouth hanging open, breath coming faster.  She watched as his beauty just unfolded above her.  With one hand, he reached back, rubbing against her clit, setting her skin on fire.  He was so close.  She slid her tongue across her lips as his eyes locked on her face.  Her mouth started to drop open.  She was not going to be able to stop herself against the tide of her orgasm.  She felt it heading towards her with a proverbial wrecking ball.  She wanted to touch him.  She fought the urge, instead allowing her eyes to drop to his dick as he frantically pumped himself.  The strangled gasp that erupted from her as his fingers brushed against her pinned hand, making the fake dicks shiver within her, excited him all the more.  He did it again, this time slapping at her hand to move the toys within her.  Her eyes rolled back as her whole body began to bend to his whim.  

       He erupted in a wall of sound, cumming on her tits just like he said he was going to.  He was gasping for breath as he looked down at her.  There was something that was beyond her, that he was thinking through.

       “What can you do to make me want to let you cum, my goddess?”  he said, his eyes growing heavy, but looking down at her like he owned her.

      Violet knew it was an opportunity to dazzle him.  She held his gaze for a full minute, allowing him to come down and clarity of thought to return.  With her free hand, she swiped the cum that had begun to pool in her cleavage.  Slowly, she brought it up to her mouth, all the while keeping her eyes on his until his jaw grew slack and his lips parted like he was willing her to swallow.  Instead, she grinned, lifting her fingers to him and gently pushed them past his lips and across his tongue.  Before he could stop her, she pulled him down against her mouth, robbing him of himself.

      “Fucking bitch,”  he whispered before he slammed his hand back behind him, shoving the dildos deep within in a satisfying push.  

      He moved his thigh enough for her to free her hand before he started to pump the dildos into her, slowly, deliberately, so that the wide knuckle of his thumb would push into her clit.  She began to coil, to bend and arch beneath him.

      “That’s it, baby,”  he whispered, his face full of light.  “Cum pretty for me.  You’ve earned this.”

     She blew up.  Her body was reduced to embers beneath him as all the air evaporated from her lungs.  She was sucking for breath as he worked her, his flaccid dick rubbing on her skin.  Her brain grew fuzzy and her eyes squeezed closed as he pumped a few more times, letting her body buckle beneath his frame.  

    With care, Jake moved himself down her legs before taking the first one, then the other dildo from her body and set them on the towel next to her.  The way his eyes shone let her know that the scene was over.  He reached for her, bringing her close to study her face, wiping the hair that was stuck to her forehead back.

     “You okay?”  he asked softly.

     “Fucking blissed,”  she managed as he made his way to standing

     Helping her up, he pulled her against him.  “Let’s get cleaned up.”

     He walked behind her as they both moved into the shower.  She leaned against him as he washed her, a satisfied hum moved through her throat.

     “Guess you really like the strawberry,”  he teased, pinching her bottom.

     “I like it all,”  she cooed as he moved to kiss her.

     Washed, dried, dressed and on the deck with two smokes and two whiskeys, Violet felt like she could sleep for a full twenty four hours.  He was thoughtful as she curled into his side in the wide lounge chair.

     “What’s going on in that brain of yours?”  she asked as she was reaching for her drink.

     “The significant others are going to be up here tomorrow.”

     “Oh,”  she said in a small voice, backing off a bit.  “Do you…”

     “What?  No, I’m not that guy,”  he said with a smile.  “Jess and Calli will be up.”

     “Gotta love booty calls, right?”

     “Pretty much,”  he continued with a soft laugh, but obviously was feeling awkward about it.  “I was wondering if you would like to come over Friday night for dinner.  I mean, the girls are great.  Well, Jess is great.  I think you’d like her.”

     She looked at him.  She looked at how he was running the pad of his thumb across the rim of his glass and how he kept his eyes down and away.  It was really adorable how he seemed nervous at that moment.

     She had a quip on her tongue that she swallowed.  “Of course, I’ll join you.  Then we can come back here and I’ll destroy you with some chocolate.”

      His eyes grew soft as a warm smile pulled at his mouth.  He pulled her back down to him as he held onto her tight.  That’s when the idea hit what she wanted for Friday and it made her heart flutter and her breath to release in a long, slow stream. 

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As requested, my predictions for Stranger Things season 4 Volume II. Plus my wishlist for fun!

Speculations:

I get why people think  Steve might be headed for the chopping block but my gut says no? Okay, maybe it’s just wishful thinking. But I do think it’s a misdirection. After all, pointing out the demobat bites and freaking out about rabies is supposed to make you worried about him. And ultimately, this is a nostalgia-fueled-feel-good family(ish) show and I don’t think killing Steve off—especially since he’s been an almost literal punching bag for so long— would fit.

It just seems uncharacteristically and excruciatingly cruel. Plus, after a nearly three year hiatus, killing off such a fan fav would be spectacularly dumb. I’m sure the Duffers know that but even if they don’t, the people signing the checks at Netflix sure as hell do. Even if Joe wanted out, I imagine Netflix would want the door open (three inches) for him just in case.

Ditto with Max. Having her stepdad leave and her mom start drinking after they lose their house… way too fucked up if Max dies, too. This ain’t Game of Thrones and if it tries to be, it will most likely ruin it.  The body count is already pretty high and has a few more to go. Surely killing off any long time, majorly loved character would be overkill.  

I will say, if there is such a death, I’d probably put my money on Nancy.  The way she has been on the money all season with Upside Down stuff until Vecna snatched her… could maybe, possibly hint at trouble. Even then, I’d imagine it’d only be because Natalia needed to leave the show for some reason.

I can see Eddie dying. Which hurts. But he is pretty much Bob and the good bit of Billy combined. I mean, I’m surprised his name isn’t Bilby. Also, dude is screwed. His best option is living in a cave for the rest of his life, eating Pringles gifted by friends. His intro established that he was optimistic about his future and now he’s lamenting the way he always runs away… 😓He’s going out like hero, at least. Hopefully. I know Chrissy will be waiting for him!  

Jason probably dies and is remembered as a hero. He’s the opposite of Billy, who was a piece of shit until he died doing something heroic without recognition.  Jason was a good kid who’ll end badly but will be remembered as the Patron Saint of Hawkins. Or possibly Jason will be the new Victor— the lone, traumatized survivor/scapegoat?

I’m hoping that this is Steve’s final darkest hour. Possibly like Hopper, he’ll fully intend to sacrifice himself but he’ll survive at the last second and come through (on the other side 😏) healthier and happier.  

Hopper probably has to get a new identity. There’s not really a good way to explain how he’s not dead and why he was gone so long…  The Hopper-Byers (aka the Hyers) family probably won’t ever call Hawkins home again and that low key makes me sad.

I think Eddie might play a song on his guitar to save Nancy from Vecna. Trying to think what it might be and I can only come up with three. 

My preference, which I believe to be the most likely: Brahms’ Lullaby, from the music box in her room. A heavy metal version would be badass as fuck. Plus, public domain so they’d save some money on royalties.

Africa by Toto, the song Nancy and Steve listen to when he helps her study for chem with those notecards. That was when we learn Steve isn’t just some asshole “only after one thing.” Meh.

Last and certainly least favorite is Waiting for a Girl Like You by Foreigner. Aka her song with Steve aka the song I was already pissed was wasted on them. But at the end of the day, I’m having hard time believing  S/N will be a real thing again.

Right now, I see it as Steve and Nancy really, really wanting to go back to a simpler time when fashion choices seemed like life and death to them. Even ignoring the Upside Down, Steve is still lost at sea and Nancy is about to leave her home and family. It’s a scary, uncertain time. And while I think there are more creative, interesting ways to go about that, it does makes sense they’d subconsciously find some sort of comfort in the idea of being together. To hope they could “turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were.” But as Hopper says, “that’s just not how life works. […] It’s always moving, whether you like it or not.”

Her bedroom from ‘83 is literally in a hell dimension that’s completely devoid of anything beautiful, safe, or good. The room is also littered with shit she no longer wants and is missing what she needs.💁🏻‍♀️ The knowledge she picked up from hanging out with Jonathan at that time is what saves them.  Now Vecna is pretty much using Barb and Nancy’s relationship with Steve to torture Nancy… so… that’s… pretty icky.

The writers have a good track record with ships, so I do think if they wanted us to truly root for them, they’d have done a better job. We also gotta remember they wrote this season intending the audience to watch it all within a week or two at most.

I think when Hopper comes back, it should  be easier for Jonathan to let go. He can transfer spring semester to one of the approximately eleventy-three colleges in the Boston area, even if he doesn’t do Emerson. Or just find a job and save money while Nancy gets her degree then they can move to New York and Nancy can work while Jonathan goes to NYU. Both of them need to leave their families’ mess to complete their arcs.  Even if it doesn’t end with them explicitly together, I imagine it’ll at least be implied that one day they will be.

I think Lucas, through true love for Max, plays a vital role in taking out Vecna somehow or at least temporarily binding him. See the DnD /basketball game scene. However, I will not entirely dismiss the possibility of Erica Sinclair  verbally roasting Vecna to death. 🤣

Wishlist:

Chrissy’s mom has a lotta nerve with that eulogy. Hope she gets to be demobat food.

Fingers crossed that Will saves El for a change.

Mike better have a helluva good way to tell El “I love you” for the first time.

One of these metaphorical pitchfork wielding townsfolk needs to call Eddie “Eddie Munster.” Like, I can’t believe they haven’t made that joke already.

Hyers family reunion, mom, dad, all three kids. And Uncle Murray, apparently.

Don’t kill any of my babies…

Edit: Holy crap, can’t believe I forgot Robin and Vicki. If I gotta sit through my NoTP, I need something to make it worth it.

#av answers #sorta #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #Steve Harrington #Nancy wheeler #jancy #jonathan byers #max mayfield #lumax #anti stancy

[piermanwalter]

What we know about Jul Tambor so far, and potential ways Sabé will deal with him

It’s interesting to see how Wat has been mythologized after his death by criminals (An ancient droid personality matrix so violent that Wat Tambor himself was afraid of it. Spooky!), his own people (The Techno Union facility Echo was imprisoned in got consecrated as holy ground.), and now the Empire.

To recap, in the Darth Vader (2020) comic series, Padmé’s handmaidens tried and failed to kill Darth Vader. They survive to escape, regroup, and try again, except for Sabé, who believes she can turn Vader away from the Emperor’s control. So far this has backfired, as instead of her presence redeeming Darth Vader, Sabé is becoming more violent and corrupt in order to secure her status and stay alive as an officer of the Empire. 

Darth Vader has left her alone on Skako Minor to assassinate Jul Tambor, who claims to be Wat Tambor’s grandson, currently blockading his own system with a pirate fleet in attempt to force a regime change and free Skako from Imperial control.

I think the specific wording of Darth Vader #29′s summary, “So who is the pirate JUL TAMBOR, what is he planning on Skako Minor, and what will the Handmaiden, who now stands at Vader’s side, do when it’s her job to choose if Jul lives or dies?” is important. It’s not as though Jul is too strong for Sabé to defeat. It sounds to me like Sabé has full control of when and how Jul dies, but for some reason she decides not to kill him. We know this because he survives to at least #31. I have no idea how old Jul is or what he did before all this, but I think it would be a funny character dynamic between Sabé, the 50-year-old jaded veteran of countless battles, and Jul, a bit of a spoiled failgrandson.

Before he even appears in the comic, Jul has not made himself sympathetic to Sabé in any form whatsoever:

He takes pride in his alleged relation to Wat Tambor, one of the worst war criminals in galactic history, someone Padmé, Sabé, and the Republic as a whole opposed during the Clone Wars.

He’s doing some war crimes of his own, since his subordinates are first introduced attacking civilian transport ships and piling their dead bodies into mass graves.

His blockade is basically the same as what the Empire has been doing to Skako, maybe even worse, since the pirate fleet can’t be good for regular trade and imports.

This means in #29, Jul will do something, or possibly several things, so extreme that Sabé can’t bring herself to kill him even though he’s already committed atrocities and her own survival is dependent on his successful assassination.

Option A: Jul has legitimate moral justifications for the war crimes

Jul: ok it might be hard to imagine this from the perspective of a species that lives all across a galaxy where a billion miraculous oxygen worlds are here as if made just for you. there’s one single fucking planet my species can safely live on. the empire can blow up planets if they feel like. I literally do not care if a few shiploads of your people die in the process of making sure my species doesn’t go fucking extinct. do you understand 

Sabé: wow shit’s fucked dude

Jul: Right now it sure is but maybe we can unfuck this shit... together.

*A Stranger I Remain Extended Eurobeat Remix plays at max volume. I know this is a comic book but bear with me here.*

Option B: Jul may have information that must be extracted while he’s still alive

Sabé: prepare to die idiot

Jul: I know who the Crimson Dawn boss is

Sabé: how the fuck do you know this

Jul: if you kill me you’ll never find out... idiot

*The regular version of A Stranger I Remain plays this time*

Option C: Jul deals a devastating emotional blow

Jul: so you’ve just been impersonating someone else your entire life. after she dies you chase after her husband. that’s super fucked up

Sabé: I don’t do this out of misplaced love for him. I’d rather die than have someone like him claim control over Padmé. I loved her. 

Jul: sure. did she love you

Sabé: No. I’ve long since made my peace. My love for her is enough for me to embody her memory.

Jul: I know what it means to carry the legacy of someone who never loved you. My grandfather loved my potential and continuation of his genome, but he did not love me. If I had developed an adequate personality and sense of self at the time was alive, he did not observe long enough to love me. Regardless, I am proud to carry on his legacy.

Sabé: wait why are you calling me super fucked up for doing the exact thing you’re also doing idiot

Jul: we aren’t doing the exact thing... idiot. everything I do in his memory is something he’d be proud to do. Grandpa Wat is super into this ‘blockade my own home planet and enrich the earth with alien corpses’ type shit. Is Padmé proud of everything you do to embody her memory? Would she kill on Palpatine’s orders like you? Would she obey Darth Vader’s every whim like you? Would she be afraid to die like you?

Sabé: wow shit’s fucked dude

Jul: Right now it sure is but maybe we can unfuck this shit... together.

*A Stranger I Remain Extended Eurobeat Remix plays*

Option D: Jul sucks but Darth Vader is completely unsalvageable

Sabé: prepare to die idiot

*her comlink goes off*

Eirtaé, barely alive: Vader did this. The one you abandoned us to save. For fuck’s sake I can’t let this be the last thing I say to you. Heh- maybe you were right. If we didn’t fight again, we’d still be alive. I should have trusted you. I’m sorry for anything we did to drive you further away. Out of all of us... I’m glad... it was you

*Eirtae dies*

Sabé: changed my mind. don’t prepare to die idiot

Sabé, to herself: holy fucking shit if he killed his own wife in a fit of blind rage why the fuck did we think ourselves safe just for looking like her

Sabé: shit’s fucked dude but together at least one of us might survive

*The regular version of A Stranger I Remain plays*

#darth vader #sabé #jul tambor #Padme Amidala #star wars #this is basically fanfiction #not sure how useful this exercise is considering darth vader 29 comes out in 3 days #fun fact: joules and watts are both units of energy measure #wat tambor #comic #shitpost #profanity #eirtaé #long post

[hemera989]

stevemax | dubcon | king steve!au

explicit - 1704 words

cw : implied underage , age gap

this one ran away from me LMFAO i love stevemax so much <3 i normally hate maledom dynamics so this one was hard for me, but ive been easing into it and having a lil bit of fun !

“Little young to be in a place like this, aren’t you?”

“I’m old enough,” Max grumbles, arms crossed tightly over her chest. Steve Harrington has been watching her all night, but she didn’t think he’d actually get the balls together to come talk to her. Well, ‘talk’ is a pretty loose way of describing it—what he’s doing is some weird sort of posturing, really, because he’s leaned against the wall next to her and he’s so close that she if she looked (which she’s trying very hard not to), she could see the flicker of blue and pink lights in his eyes. The party is so loud that she’s sure he’s ecstatic at the chance just to lean into her ear to speak to her. “Don’t you have anything better to be doing?”

“Ouch, cold,” Steve hisses, holding a hand dramatically to his chest. “I can’t come over and talk to a friend of mine?”

“A friend?” Max asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Now, that’s really cold,” Steve says, but his grin ruins whatever ‘pity me’ act he’s trying to put on. “Where’s the fire anyways, Red? You that eager to find someone to run off with?”

Max recoils, disgusted. “You’re way off base, Steve.”

“Am I?” Steve asks. His eyes glance down at her lips, and then back up again, and the utter brazenness of the act actually kind of stuns Max. Has he always been this shameless? Before she can shove him off, he leans in again, lips brushing against the curve of her ear. A shiver travels up her spine. “Because I can tell you, Max, not a single one of these dickheads here is worth your time. You’d be better off grinding and kissing on a wet piece of wood for all the good they’d do you.”

“And, what, you think you’re so much better?” Max demands, face hot. She tries to move away, but her back is to the wall, and Steve has her blocked off. 

He laughs, eyes shimmering. Fuck, she’s looking. “I don’t think so, I know so. Perks of being around the block a few times, y’know. You learn what people like, what they don’t like…”

“Is ‘being around the block’ a code word for ‘way too old for me’?” she snarks, shoulder checking him. It only gets him away from her for a second, before he’s grinning and leaning back in. Hot or not, Steve Harrington is most definitely eighteen, and sure, she’d said she was old enough, but for a party, not sex with some guy three grades above her. He’s too old, she tells herself. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Steve. Back off and I won’t tell Billy what you said.”

“You think I’m scared of him?” Steve asks, raising an eyebrow.

And now that, that’s just stupidly cocky. “You should be. He’d kick the shit out of you if he saw you.”

“You don’t think you’re worth that?” 

Max stalls for a second, and looks at him, sure that he’s joking, but his expression is completely serious. And it’s stupid, because Billy could literally round the corner at any moment and put an end to all of this shit. As much as she has been hating all this flirting so far, it’s not like she particularly wants to see Steve get his face beaten in again, but…

Steve reaches a hand up, and she watches it warily as he takes a strand of her hair between his fingers. He twirls it for a second, before letting it go and tucking it back behind her ear. His smile is gentler, and his eyes are utterly molten and blown-wide with desire. It kind of takes her breath away.

“I think I’d take a beating again,” he says, slowly, “if it meant I’d get a kiss from a pretty girl like you. Sounds like a fair trade to me, yeah?”

“You’d get your face rearranged just for a kiss from me?” Max asks, incredulous. He can’t really be serious—a guy like Steve,who could get literally any girl he wanted, and he wants her? “That’s- that’s completely stupid, you know that?”

“What, you don’t believe me?” Steve asks, quirking an eyebrow. At her silence, he shrugs and pulls away, scanning the crowd around him.

The second Max realizes that he’s actually looking for Billy, she gasps, shocked, and grabs him by the back of the shirt, yanking him back in as he laughs. “God, fuck you! Fine, I will give you a stupid kiss if you promise me you won’t go looking for Billy. Okay?”

“Wow, really?” He traces his tongue over his lips, and Max hates that it catches her eye. “Sounds kinda like a steal to me.”

“Do you want it or not?” Max demands, a little embarrassed now that he’s dragging this out. It was a stupid idea to begin with, and she’s half tempted to chicken out of it.

But then, Steve is sidling up to her again. He’s got a hand sliding up her arm, gentle and light, his fingers reaching out to settle in her hair again. He runs a hand through it, and then another, and Max’s breath goes kind of still in her chest while she watches, as Steve’s hand finally settles on her cheek. His hand is so big that it could probably cover her whole face if he was particularly determined, and so, so warm, practically blazing across her skin. He leans in, glancing at her lips again, and Max looks down at his own mouth, palms sweating with nervousness. She hasn’t kissed anyone besides Lucas, and she never really cared if she was bad at it because they were both bad at it, but…

This is Steve, and he goes through girls like candy. He’s probably gonna be so grossed out by her technique, and she’s so fucking nervous that when he ducks down to her lips, she jumps. She goes bright red as soon as she catches herself, and Steve chuckles, breath ghosting across her lips.

“Relax, Red,” he murmurs, running a thumb along her cheek. “Not gonna bite.”

As if to prove it, he leans in again, gently pressing his lips to hers. His mouth is warm and soft, and when Max finally gets her eyes closed, it’s already over. Something kind of like loss settles in, but then he’s chuckling again, and he kisses her once more. Firmer, this time; and he tilts her head up for the next kiss. Max tries to reciprocate best as she can, tries to match his kisses, but he’s fucking ravenous, practically hungering for her lips with the way he just kisses her again and again and again.

Her back hits the wall, and a second later, she feels his body against hers. His cologne smells incredible, still going strong in this sweaty house party, and it’s all she can smell, all she can think about. She grabs onto his arms, trying to ground herself, but it’s like building a dam out of paper—his tongue ghosts across her lips, and the dam is ripped free, and she’s practically drowning in his arms.

It’s way more than one kiss, more than even a couple. He’s tonguing into her mouth, and he tastes like cheap alcohol and mint. He’s getting harder against her stomach, but it’s when he eases a leg between her thighs that she abruptly pulls back.

“Steve,” she says, breathless, “Wait-” Steve is trailing kisses across her cheek, and when his lips hit her neck, she fights down a noise, squirming. He makes a little hum like he’s listening, but he’s not stopping. “Wait, I said wait.”

“Getting cold feet?” he asks, voice a steady thrum against her throat. “Stop worryin’ so much. Didn’t I tell you I’d treat you good?”

“I don’t-” She tries to get her brain working, tries to get some rational thought back in. “I’ve never- this is too fast.”

Steve snickers, nipping at her neck. “Virgin, huh? Better to lose it with someone you know, Max. You trust me, right?”

Max hesitates, but she does. Steve has saved her life twice before, of course she trusts him. “I do, but…”

“But nothing,” he says. He’s pulling back to kiss her cheek again, and it’s getting harder and harder to resist when he kisses her like that. “I got you, baby.”

Max opens her mouth to say something else, when she suddenly makes eye contact with someone over Steve’s shoulder. It’s- it’s Billy, and he’s looking at Steve with vague irritation. That irritation turns to recognition, then shock, and then once he realizes what he’s looking at, it flicks so quickly into utter rage that it makes Max’s head spin. The beer can in his hand suddenly flattens, sending alcohol spewing all over Tommy, Carol, and the rest of his stupid little lackies. They all go screeching and reeling, but Billy is already carving a path across the house floor, blue eyes glued to Steve’s back.

And Max- Max knows she should shove Steve into Billy’s path. She should hide behind her brother and let him enact justice, but then what? She goes home, and never gets to see what it’s like to be with someone like Steve? She knows he’s good—she’s heard the stories about him, about what he can do, about how he can treat a girl and- well, it’s not fair. Billy gets to sleep around with whoever he wants and nobody ever gives him shit. So what if she wants to sleep with Steve Harrington?

Billy doesn’t get to decide that for her. He can eat shit.

“Steve,” she bites out, and he finally pauses when the shouts of the people Billy is currently shoving aside start to reach his ears. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Steve takes a second to pull back and look behind him, and when he finally sees the warpath Billy is carving towards him, he laughs. Like a fucking idiot, he laughs, and grabs her by the arm. 

“I know a place,” he tells her, secretly, and then, over his shoulder, “Tough shit, Hargrove! Better be faster next time!”

Billy’s wordless howl of anger follows them when they leave the house party behind.

#stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #steve harrington #max mayfield #steve x max #billy hargrove #nyx writes drabbles #nyx writes fic #kinktober #dead dove do not eat

[joshhhhhhhhhhhhhhh]

dragon ball super superhero spoilers woo

I don’t remember if I mentioned that I’d bought a ticket to go see this or that a whole 2 days before it screened I managed to accidentally recruit a friend to come watch it with me, but hey I just got home from the cinema after watching Dragon Ball Super: Superhero! Dubbed! And it was pretty solid!

Definitely think choosing to strongly focus on Piccolo and Gohan was a great choice, it’s nice seeing other characters take a strong spotlight position again instead of just Goku and Vegeta as the stars of everything modern Dragon Ball is up to. Helps that I think Gohan and Piccolo each work very endearingly as lead characters. Piccolo doesn’t really have much of a character journey here, he’s mostly just there as a vehicle to experience the story, but he’s definitely a fun one for that and like hey he gets a new form, sure. Gohan does have some development here, and it’s well executed at that - although it is literally just him having to remember the importance of training so he can defend the earth - which is an arc he’s largely had before and which I’m expecting once again won’t really matter in future super content. They can once again just have him lose access to that new form he got (kinda don’t like its design btw, and it was disappointing that it only really saw a few minutes of usage anyway, also disappointing was that it was treated as a rage form and like, come on dude) through not training then just repeat that arc. But that’s cynical of me and not relevent to this movie, so for now I’m happy to say I like how Gohan was done here.

Side characters don’t really bear as much mention here. Goku and Vegeta are largely just training, Vegeta beats Goku in said training because sure, got it. Krillin is largely a laughing stock which is like, whatever. Pan is really cute and really fun and I enjoyed her screentime a lot. Surprisingly enough they make Goten and Trunks fail the fusion dance but then have Fat Gotenks still help out quite a lot in the fight, I actually really enjoyed that. They made Beerus develop a crush on Cheelai which, hey it’s a new Beerus joke I’ll take it. I don’t think I have anything else to comment on here.

Probs the stars in terms of having well-executed character arcs here were actually the villains, specifically the Androids Gamma 1 and 2. Their characterisation and arcs are truest to the Superhero title in the movie’s name, basically just dudes programmed to act like costume superheroes, but they’re doing evil shit right now because they’re misinformed, and then they manage to assess the situation, reevaluate what they’re doing, and then actually play heroes and shit. This also all happens during the fight by the way, which I really like - Dragon Ball movies can be prone to X minutes of plot before Y minutes of huge fight, but this one was way more of an actual mixture of both, which we like a lot.

Certainly have mixed feelings on the eventual main antagonist though. Cell Max. He’s not Cell - in terms of character he’s really just a giant screaming kaiju - but he’s designed to look like Cell. Thing is they give pretty much the best possible justification for this to be the case imaginable, he’s literally designed off of Cell because the Red Ribbon Army dudes saw how strong Cell was and still have Gero’s notes after all, and was then built by Gero’s grandson Dr Hedo since hey he’d be able to do what his granddad did easy. In-universe it’s really believable that he’d be a thing that existed. Where it gets easier for me to be negative is, he’s designed like Cell for nostalgia lol. Super loves redoing what it knows we liked before, so we get a villain that looks like Cell and is called Cell, because Gohan’s biggest moment was against Cell so now Gohan can fight Cell but again. The justification works and feels natural but it’s hard not to be upset by that meta of Super just kinda doing old stuff again. Also lowkey kinda wish he got like, a smaller form at the end, just because giant characters don’t make for as fun fight choreography.

Visuals of this movie were definitely a curious one. Early reactions obviously leaned negative because Dragon Ball found its best 2D anime style yet in Broly and then immediately for the next movie jumped to full 3D. And I don’t think the early trailers looked great. Come the final product though and honestly this looks super great lol, the fight in the rain especially. I can’t pretend I didn’t prefer how the 2D sequences in this very same movie looked - but the 3D fight animation was still very good and still felt very Dragon Ball in terms of choreography and spectacle and such. Flashy lights were very flashy.

Suppose all around like, yeah good time. It’s weird, in many ways it does feel like an improvement over, say, Battle of Gods and Broly - plot progressing during the fights instead of stopping just to have those fights, as well as obviously strong utilisation of the sidecast instead of just Goku and Vegeta exclusively - definitely on paper makes for a really good time. But at the same time I didn’t quite enjoy it as much as those movies. Weird. Oh well. 7/10, sure.

#dragon ball #17.8.22 #josh reviews #god it's been so long

[facelessfrey]

Roswell New Mexico - Season 4, Episode 7

I don’t know how to feel after that whole Alex is missing reveal. On the one hand, thank god someone finally noticed. On the other hand, having it be Liz and Maria while Michael has just been running around trying to find a way home without really thinking about Alex in all of this (I mean Max was considering Alex more than Michael!!!) was downright infuriating. ESPECIALLY since it has been damn hard to believe that Maria, Liz and Alex are actually best friends in this show because they absolutely refuse to give them real friendship scenes, particularly after season one and even that was like...two with Liz and Alex. Just the idea that Maria and Liz are standing there identifying all of Alex’s favorite things when the two of them barely acknowledge his existence most of the time kind of sent me into a little bit of an episode ending rage. I mean I know they were friends in high school supposedly and all of those favorites and firsts were from then but still...wild. I just feel like them actually getting to be on screen friends for real for the last three and a half seasons would have sold that whole reveal a lot better. 

But also...how is Alex haunting Maria? And why Maria? If it doesn’t have to do with her actual powers that she doesn’t have anymore then....why Maria? Like I’m thrilled her weird little haunting side plot is tying in with things but...I’m so confused by so very many things. But why not “haunt” Michael? Did he try and Michael was just too laser focused on finding out how to get home he didn’t notice? Haha. I just....Sigh. You can’t even really say that he was just hoping Michael would be there since the soup was at his house with Michael because Michael wouldn’t have known about the soup. Maybe the milkshake but that was a Liz thing and the concert was a Liz and Maria thing so.....Yeah... 

Is the necklace a breadcrumb? Or did he just lose it in the fall somehow? 

But also...please give me Dallas and Alex scenes. I would very much like those. 

And please give me Michael freaking out and burning the world down to find Alex. 

And please have Alex actually be part of Tesca’s plan and not just randomly have him down wherever the fuck they are. 

Okay...moving on from Alex....ROSA WAS BACK!!!!! Hooray! I like her apartment. I like her art. I’m glad she has friends and I’m glad she seems to be doing really well. I’m also glad to see her in the preview for next week because I was a little worried that Liz just left her behind and we just weren’t ever going to see her again. I hope she’s in the rest of the season. Maybe she’s on a holiday break from art school or something. 

I did miss Kyle this week. Not that I really want to see his weird road trip with Eduardo although I expect we’ll still be subjected to some of that when he returns. Whenever the hell that is. At least Dallas has picked up on things with him and Isobel I guess. I at least need to see more of Isobel realizing her feelings for him while he’s MIA. 

I did sort of like some of the Max and Michael scenes this week. But Max and Liz are still a disaster. I’m glad we had Rosa to point out that Liz needs to be true to herself and not a Mr Feeny cosplayer....??? Now I appreciate Boy Meets World as much as anyone else from the 90s but can we please stop with the weird references? Anyway...Max deserved to be walked out on after being a dumbass and having his powers taken away. But also Liz needs to get her shit together too. 

I don’t even know what the hell is going on with the plot anymore. We’re 7 episodes in and I still don’t know what the Alighting is. Tesca was apparently Isobel’s teacher or something??? Clyde needs the glasses to get the last piece but we still don’t know if that is a ship or something else? I mean...presumably they’d still need a ship? Unless this is the 100 all of a sudden and we have wormhole technology between planets. I mean...as long as no one transcends into glowy balls of light in the finale, I’d be cool with a quick wormhole trip to the homeland and then back again. But uhh...yeah...no idea what’s going on with any of this. But now they have Tesca locked up so maybe they can get answers? Also...that seemed too easy. 

Still wondering what happened to Liz’s GED class and the student she was trying to help. Still wondering what Shivani’s whole cryo daughter plot has to do with anything. Still wondering when Ali Meyers is going to actually show up again. 

I really thought this season was on a better path but half way through and I’m just kind of like ????!?! Maybe with trying to find Alex and having Tesca prisoner to give them some answers will give us a better second half but uhhh...they’ve got some work to do. 

#roswell new mexico #roswell nm #roswell nm reviews #rnm s4e7

[rejectofsociety]

Alright I got thoughts and I’m tired of not saying them

Honestly, I want to like the Stranger Things fandom. I enjoy the show (even though the writing is terrible) and I adore the characters and their relationships. But fucking hell the fandom is exhausting. Fighting over ships-- like Byler vs Mileven, Steddie vs Hellcheer (the worst shipping war of all imo)-- like children is ridiculous. Enjoy your ships, if you don’t like it scroll past it, understand it’s just a show, and quite frankly, who fucking cares. If you don’t like the end game, go into your little hole where you control your online experience, and read and write and enjoy the art of the ending you want. Quit fighting each other, you look stupid as hell. When it comes to shipping Eddie especially, that gets horrific. Steddie and Edissy or Hellcheer or whatever shippers are at each other’s throat so, so bad. Eddie’s dead for one, get over it. For two, he had great chemistry with everyone, but he also had very little screen time. He had extremely little screen time with Chrissy, and few interactions with Steve. Sorry, but Eddie doesn’t exist for romance. He’s a fucking gift and I love him because we have so, so much in common ad maybe that’s why the shipping battles with him piss me off especially. I just wanna enjoy his character but all the fans are so fucking weird about him, and they shove their ships down everybody’s throats and give a very aggressive fuck you to anyone who disagrees. I’ve gotten people in my inboxes demanding to know who I ship Eddie with and fuck you I just wanna be happy to see a fellow metalhead school freak who struggles in school. I’m not saying people shouldn’t have their ships, I’m just saying people have got to be more mature about their ships. 

Aside from that, some of the headcanons are kinda. Exhausting? Like, there’s all these long, intricate headcanons, a lot of them are heavily ship-based, and many of them stray really far from what we’ve been presented in canon. I read these headcanons and, congrats on the creativity, but where are you getting this? How does this relate in anyway to the source material? Having headcanons is fine, I got plenty, but some of these are really reaching and yet they get so popular. Plus, they overpower actual conversations about the show. And quite frankly, I’d much rather read an in-depth, sensical interpretation of a scene based on exactly what we were given. I loved Will’s speech to Mike in the van, let’s talk about that more. I love the parts where Lucas is really trying to reach Max and let her know he loves her, let’s talk about that! In general, let’s talk more about relationships that exist and are healthy like Max and Lucas instead of trying to prove who Steve or Eddie or whatever is in love with. I miss just being able to talk about the show and actually talk about the show.

“You control your online experience” so true and I’m a deep believer that you’re responsible for what you see on the internet. But the thing is with the Stranger Things fandom is that these things are so, so prevalent it’s really hard to work your way around them. Enjoy fandom however, have your headcanons, have your ships, but stop fucking fighting each other over this shit, be more mature about your ship, and please for fuck’s stake don’t forget the source material. 

#anyhoo #Stranger things #stranger things 4 #fandom culture

[becausemusicfeedsthesoul]

THE MAN, MARSHALL MATHERS 3RD, FROM THERE TO HERE, 2023

THE MAN

It’s all about the craftsmanship of art, the details that enthrall the mind - wandering from one to another, that makes an artist his best. It’s in the nitty gritty ways, the tiniest twists that an untrained being would never notice or rather, expect, that our connections are made. But Marshall Mathers, or maybe we should call him Eminen or Slim .. Shady? Ken? You know who we’re talking about. That crazy-cool magician of words, black & white magician cause he can tear you down & then suddenly on the next track lift you Higher than you ever imagined possible. Connections again. An artist that can do that, with simple ease, is a master of his own sphere. The simple ease comes from doing rap for the last large chunk of his life & honing in on what works, what’s current & what feelings he’s evoking ... well.

To be an artist takes a whole lotta balls, guts & gusto. And to get up & say you’re shooting to be the best, leaving room for all the nay-sayers to chirp in thinking this is their chance to get in on the battle against a champion in his domain, takes balls, guts & gusto ... but also a great, great deal of practice. It was Epictetus that said if you want to be better at anything, do it more. Want to run, run Rabbit Run. Want to write, write your fucking ass off, Bitch. What else? Want to win when the world seems to hate you and are completely against you? Now you’re in Marshall domain alright. Back to THE MAN. Ya he’s taken on bullies, haters, those with no faith & also all those with no faith in themselves & brought the underdogs chanting to Lose Yourself in the music, and to Mosh against impurities in government. Ya, Mr. Mathers did indeed turn to his loyal & not so loyal band of brothers to hear Like Home. What I’m saying here is that Marshall had it rough, and now? Sure. I’d suspect he’s battling his demons on some occasions. I bet he’s got problems just like the rest of us. But from there to here? All I can really say is what a man! Fought the world & came out swinging from the gates. Battled his parents, one a ghost and the other unable to change who she was even though she loved her kids. Sometimes addictions change us so greatly that we don’t even believe the shit we’ve done. So that brings me to the one we’re all here to read about ... major addictions kicked out the front door by a perfect size 10 boot. Well, a Nike Air Max is what we see the most of. And oh, it’s nice to see a man that is healthy, fit & well. That’s now, that’s here. That’s THE MAN, Eminem. What he’s been through to get to this point would have killed any lessor of a mortal.

So when you’re sitting there at your keyboard needing that inspiration, that burst of fresh aggression just remember that Marshall is mortal & he’s not going to hear your crap about an album & put out shit just to appease you. If you need placating go suck on your mama’s breast until you get your fill of soothing. Give the artists their due. Ever work for roughly most of your life without a break or a vacation? Look no further than your favorite superhero Rap Boy to pass on your dirty diaper & work just as hard, if we all know who M. is, to give you the album when you’ve grown up a bit & can handle that he has a life. And rapping is his heart & soul along with his family, his businesses & the betterment of himself. That’s when he’ll bring you his next masterpiece. Relax, art is about the soul that goes into it. There will be more of the hate, more of the love, more battles to reign over & last but not least ... videos, interviews & all the good we love to make us feel normal ... because ... he’s back! Wait on THE MAN, MARSHALL MATHERS, 3RD to surprise the fuck out of all of us, once more.

Support artists not just their art!

INKHOUSE5

*clg

#eminem #inkhouse5 #fromc #marshall mathers #slim shady #Art

[lukamoonvibe]

Chapter Two: bitch get more creative [high school dimension] (1)

Chapter Index

Summary: 

Medalling with time has a consequence, the consequence of his choice is to be a slave to it until Fate decides he's no fun anymore or he escapes...but does he really want to escape anymore? It's been so long, what would even be the point of going back anymore? Would anyone still remember him? Probably not. No one escapes Fate and lives to tell the tale. Not even a traveller of time.

Fandoms: Crewniverse, Crewfu/Morning Lobby, Chaos Crew/Derp Crew

Characters: Anthony | ChilledChaos, Max Gamble | APlatypuss, Steven | ZeRoyalViking , Taylor | TayderTot, Zach | CheesyBlueNips, Lucas | KYRSP33DY, Apollo Willems | Dumdog, Albi | SideArms4Reason, Skadj, Steven Suptic, 5up, Madi | Kruzadar, Shelby Grace | Shubble [Updated as I add more]

Rating: Mature

Status: On Going

"Get out of the way, nerd." He felt himself hit the ground before he could react. He sat for a moment, soaking in his new surroundings.

Excited cheers and stomping feet filled the halls, as groups of students rushed out of the building. Really, school again, get creative would you Fate?

“Don’t worry about them, The SUGRs and The Vikings are duking it out again on the oval.” a girl stood in front of him, hand outstretched. 

He took it, dusting himself off, “Thanks.”

“I wouldn’t bother going to check on them, they do this every second day. It always ends in a teacher breaking up the brawl and them all getting detention. Not that they care much,” a boy with long ginger hair had joined them.

The girl scoffed, pointing at the back of the group, “Max and Zach are there again, idiots. One of these days they’ll end up in detention too.”

“Oh come on Tay, they’re easily entertained, you know this.” the boy turned his attention to Chilled, “Anyway, who are you? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

Shit, come on Anthony, a believable story shouldn’t be hard to make. “My name’s Anthony, my family and I moved recently. Uh, I was homeschooled most of my life but now I’m here,” good job, very believable you dunce.

“Cool. I’m Apollo, this is Taylor,” he pointed at the girl, “they’re Max and Zach respectively.” he pointed out a brunette boy with short hair and a curly blond, “That’s our little crew.”

“Hey don’t forget Madi!” Tay said nudging Apollo.

“I’ll include her when she makes an effort to interact with us more outside of classes.”

Chilled smiled, I missed this. Just simple banter. “I’d love to meet any of your friends if they’re like you guys. I mean, having friends is nice.”

Apollo scoffed, “I doubt you’ll meet Madi anytime soon. She spends more time with her crew.”

“Always the pessimist I see, Apollo.” a voice came from behind the group. 

Tay gave Apollo a smug smirk, “Hey Madi, where’s Albi and Lucas?” 

“I dunno. Pro’ly making out somewhere.” she boosted herself up in the stair banister, “Who’s this?” she pointed at Chilled.

“TMI. That’s Anthony, he’s new apparently.” Apollo shrugged.

“Ayo, Kruz, what’s up?” 

“Max! What’s the deets on todays tussle?”

“Mr. Yard broke ‘em apart again. Steve and Five got detention, they actually threw punches this time-”

“It was so cool, Steven and Skadj kicked their asses, they were sent to the office.” the curly haired boy said excitedly, popping up behind Max.

Chilled glanced at Apollo who seemed to be fidgeting, quickly glancing outside.

“Damn. I missed the one with all the action. Lame.”

The bell interrupted the group and they all split off leaving Chilled in the hallway alone.

“Leave the new kid to fumble his way around, good one guys.” he mumbled heading out of the building, careful to dodge around the students he looked for a building that could resemble an office. What would that even look like? Probably all the classroom ones. Why do they all look the same? He felt something pull him out of his wondering.

“Shh. We’re not of the class registry.” the person said pulling them both into the student bathrooms.

#chaos crew #crewniverse #crewfu #derp crew #morning lobby #archive of our own #cross posted #fan fiction #time travel #dimension hopping #asexual character #plantonic soulmates #i regret nothing #aromantic character