#near dark 1983

[petes-dancing]

Goodnight to this weird ass genre of lighting i see constantly in vampire movies i love you

#vampires 1998 #the lost boys 1987 #near dark 1983 #the hunger 1983 #vampires #the lost boys #near dark #the hunger #i feel like #there was an instance of this #in iwtv 1994 #but oh well

[lordboomslang]

#the hunger 1983 #fright night #once bitten #the lost boys #my best friend is a vampire #near dark #vampire movies #vampire #vampires #gay vampire #gay vampires #horror comedy #horror #80s movies #80s vampires #80s horror

[disastrouscanasta]

#near dark 1987 #the lost boys #the hunger 1983 #my best friend is a vampire #robert sean leonard

[seancekitsch]

Top five vampire movies! I know they’re your favorite so you’re probably the expert, right?

oh nonnie you're barkin up my tree you're shaking my branches.

up first is the lost boys.

absolutely stunning, no notes. the loosest possible peter pan adaptation with tons of references to jim morrison, every character is weirdly endearing and it just flows perfectly in a tight time with a killer soundtrack and cinematography. alex winters part, tho small, makes a huge impact.

near dark.

came out the same year as lost boys. same basic premise, same movie basically but with a different color palette and much more sinister characters. extremely hard to find (on shudder this month tho). bill paxton is a knock out and a dream in this. none of the characters are redeemable and katheryn bigelow is a genius for this one.

the hunger.

david bowie and susan sarandon in the 80s what more could you ask? but no, this one is super stylized and seductive, very dreamy and floaty. this one is a bit more style over substance but watching it is like being in a trance and an absolute delight.

interview with the vampire.

its a classic, alright? you know the drill. brad pitt. kirsten dunst. the scientologist. i thought this was the most perfect book adaptation until the show version of this story came out.

fright night.

both the original and the remake. original is one of the most quintessential 80s flicks EVER, and one of the best modern vampire stories. the remake has colin farrell and the late great anton yelchin and toni colette. i quote "you're so cool, brewster!" too much.

its a sleepover!!

#the lost boys #near dark 1987 #the hunger 1983 #interview with the vampire #fright night #i just realized this is mostly 80s vampires so i guess thats my 80s genre

[fanficdumbchic]

Feel free to submit requests, finally on summer break and itching to write new fics. 😎

#near dark 1987 #tombstone 1993 #aliens 1986 #mortuary 1983 #fan fiction #fanfic #weird science 1985 #these are ones ive written before but feel free to request whatever

[bluestranger]

got me some new posters babeyyy

#severen near dark #mortuary 1983 #the hitcher #the blues brothers #near dark #the outsiders #the panic in needle park

[horrorgrl20]

Vampire Movie Recs

1970s

The Shiver of the Vampires 1971

Countess Dracula 1971

Valerie and Her Week of Wonders 1970

Daughters of Darkness 1971

Twins of Evil 1971

Horror Express 1972

Vampyres 1974

1980s

The Lost Boys 1987

The Hunger 1983

Near Dark 1987

The Lair of the White Worm 1988

1990s

Bram Stoker's Dracula 1992

Interview with the Vampire 1994

Blade 1998

Buffy The Vampire Slayer 1992

From Dusk Till Dawn 1996

2000s

Let the Right One In 2008

Blade II 2002

Van Helsing 2004

Queen of the Damned 2002

Twilight 2008

2010s

What We Do in The Shadows 2014

Only Lovers Left Alive 2013

A Girl Walks Home Alone at Night 2014

Dark Shadows 2012

2020s

The Invitation 2022

Note: These are just the ones I have personally watched so far. There are so many vampire movies and so little time. It's not easy being a horror girl in the year of our lord 2024. I wish the economy would slow down so I had more downtime to focus on the real priority of my life: Vampires.

And most importantly if you have any suggestions or recommendations please let me know I'll love you forever darlings<3<3<3<3

#horror #film diary #horror movies #vampire #vampire movies #buffy the vampire slayer #vampire aesthetic #vampire core #the shiver of the vampires #vampiric #vampirism

[heyitsmeyourfavoritechick]

⋆♱ 🕸 Scorpio observation 🕸 ♱⋆

𖤐 Pluto in scorpio had a rise between 1985-1995 of test-tube babies (my bf born in 87 was a test tube baby himself and had a surrogate mom.)

𖤐 1984 AIDS was discovered and announced by the health services.

𖤐 1987 the first heart-lung transplant and successful surgical operation of a separation of twins.

𖤐 1983 mobile genetic elements was discovered by Barbra’s McClintock (her moon is in Scorpio.)

𖤐 Scorpio has extreme intense emotions that aren’t for the faint of heart (aka air signs) only other water signs can hang and earth signs are they’re safe heaven.

𖤐 They’re emotions are the underbelly of the moon if we’re looking at all the water signs as a whole. But they hide it well keeping they’re true feelings hidden from everyone and everything.

𖤐 Like the shell of a scorpion they can bend and almost go flat and you could never shift them if they’re character. You could never fold them.

𖤐 Scorpio are ruthless about getting they’re “own” way.

𖤐 Usually moon in scorpio have a square face. At times scorpio are know to have direct eye contact and intense eyes, very piercing. Defined sharp face features, high nose or cheekbones, strong eyebrows or defined brows. Hair usually straight or dark.

𖤐 If a Scorpio women hair is normally dark and if she goes blonde, watch tf out, she WILL eat your heart out.

𖤐 Known for the intensity of their eyes but if they have a crush on someone they can’t look at them fully, but if they’re in the same room as them they take looks at they’re crush all the time. (Trust me, we notice as the crush)

𖤐 If your Saturn is in Scorpio you are a force of personality and you can easily control other to “join your side” and the the “leader” of your own team/group. (Very cultish of you.) but you can only unlock this if you stop being shy and gain confidence, break all those internal walls and show people what you’re all about!! (I’m routing for you!)

𖤐 But within Saturn in Scorpio this placement can create love affairs or affairs in general, scandals and tons of secrets you keep or other keep of you.

𖤐 Don’t be surprised if you had rumors or gossip about you at one point. (The talk of the group chat)

𖤐 You attract secret love affairs that are prone to your downfall and with backstab you or betray you at some point.

𖤐 When they were young they had some kind of health problem or visit the ER once in they’re life or maybe had a near life death experience.

𖤐 I don’t know why a Scorpio feels so alone with a lot of people want to be with them, or be them or be on top of them (;

𖤐 Without them there wouldn’t be pain there would be the feeling of sorrow, they feel what we don’t want to feel. And that within itself is powerful.

#astrology #astro community #astrology aspects #astro observations #astro placements #astro notes #cancer astrology #gemini #pisces #sagittarius sun #scorpio sun #scorpio #scorpio placements #scorpio energy #scorpio facts #scorpio female #scorpio girl #scorpio horoscope #virgo sun #scorpiolife #scorpiolove #scorpio lilith #scorpio moon #scorpio mars #scorpio mercury #scorpio memes #scorpio moodboard #scorpio midheaven #scorpion #scorpio quotes

[uncharismatic-fauna]

No Tears for the Southern Black Widow

Latrodectus mactans, more commonly known as the southern black widow, is the most common species in the black widow family. While it can be found throughout North America, they are found most often in the southern United States. Within this wide range, L. mactans enjoys a variety of habitats. They prefer areas that are close to the ground, dark, and sheltered; in the wild this may mean dense brush or under logs, while in inhabited areas they may be found in basements, log piles, or under trash lids.

In addition to being the most common black widow, L. mactans is also the largest member of the family Theridiidae. The females are larger than the males, averaging at about 8-10 mm (0.31- 0.39 in) in length and weighing about 1 g (0.04 oz); however the male's legs are generally longer than the females. Both males and females are black, with small thoraxes and extremely large, round abdomens. The female can be distinguished by the iconic red hour-glass shape on the underside of her abdomen, while the male has 4 pairs of red and white stripes on each side of his abdomen.

The southern black widow is mainly solitary, spending most of its time in or near its web. Only the females live long enough to build a web for catching prey, and are the sole source of black widow bites. While bites do require medical attention, no human fatalities have been reported since 1983.

During the day, females hang in the center of the web to expose the bright red warning on their abdomen; when startled they drop to the ground and play dead. Though the webs they construct are haphazard-- the stereotype of cobwebs-- they are extremely strong and are capable of catching woodlice, millipedes, centipedes, other spiders, and occasionally small mice. Once an animal becomes trapped in L. mactan's web, the spider envenoms its prey and wraps it in a thick cocoon. After the animal dies the spider injects it with digestive enzymes and consumes the resulting fluid. Despite their strong venom, the southern black widow can be victim to several predaotrs; namely wasps, the brown widow spider, praying mantises, and large centipedes.

The southern black widow mates primarily in the spring and summer. Mature males build small webs and deposit semen along the threads. He then coats his mouthpieces-- palps-- with sperm and sets out to find a female mate. To court her, he vibrates the threads of her web until she is receptive. On rare occasions, a displeased female may eat the male. Afterwards, if he survives, the male leaves the females web and dies soon afterwards. From just one encounter, the female can store enough sperm to last her a lifetime of reproductive cycles.

After fertilization, the female builds a small web where she lays her egg sac, which can contain up to 400 eggs. She guards these eggs until they hatch about 20 days later, and immedietly disperse to establish their own territories. Until they become fully mature, at about 90 days old, juveniles have no venom and are extremely vulnerable to predators- including adult black widows. Typically only about 30 individuals from a single clutch survive to adulthood. Once mature, males can live for only one year, while females can live up to three years in the wild.

Conservation status: The IUCN has not evaluated the southern black widow, but due to its large range and population size it is considered stable. It is able to adapt to most habitats, and thus the species' only threat comes from extermination via pest control.

If you send me proof that you’ve made a donation to UNRWA or another organization benefiting Palestinians, I’ll make art of any animal of your choosing.

Photos

Mark Kostich

James L. Castner

Meghan F. Murphy

#southern black widow #Araneae #Theridiidae #black widows #true widows #tangle-web spiders #cobweb spiders #spiders #arachnids #arthropods #generalist fauna #generalist arthropods #urban fauna #urban arthropods #north america #southern north america

[rip-quizilla]

Impossible to Hate You ~ Part 2

Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Summary: You realize that getting along with Eddie Munson is as effortless as breathing. Eddie sets a hard rule for himself for your burgeoning friendship.

Word Count: 5.5k

Tags for Entire Fic (from AO3): Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Inspired by When Harry Met Sally (1989), Slow Burn, Romantic Fluff, Good Friend Robin Buckley, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Eddie Munson Lives, Alternate Universe - No Upside Down (Stranger Things), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, no one dies, Reader-Insert

Part 1

Part 2

Spring, 1983

Monday morning was somehow normal, yet different at the same time.

You’d always known Eddie’s locker was near yours. You’d seen him in the hallways, usually one of the last stragglers ambling through the corridors as if he weren’t about to be late to class- but to you, he’d just as well have been in a different world. You’d never noticed how he always double-checked that his locker was closed by hitting it with the side of his closed fist before he locked it. Never noticed that he didn’t actually carry around a backpack most of the time, he just grabbed whatever ratty old textbook or fraying spiral notebook he needed from his locker and carried it to class in one hand. Now… it amazed you that you had ever been capable of overlooking Eddie Munson. The edges of every other person in the halls of Hawkins High seemed to fuzz and fade, leaving Eddie sharp and vivid, the lone focus of his own vignette. He was leaning up against the door to his locker and bobbing his head to the beat of whatever song played on his Walkman. His curls wisped forward, backward, softly brushing his shoulders and creating a shadowy curtain over his distracted eyes that glazed over while classmates passed him by-

“Are you staring at Eddie Munson?”

Robin’s voice cut you free of the trance you’d accidentally entered, and you blinked a few times while readjusting to reality. “Why would I be staring at Eddie Munson? That’s random.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, glancing between you and the object of your not-so-subtle staring. “I agree, it is random.” She dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, blocking Eddie from your sight and looking at you with eyes that very clearly said ‘Spill’. “So why the random staring? Did he do something? You know, besides the normal Eddie stuff like yelling in the cafeteria and being a menace in general-”

You laughed and shook your head, reaching into your own locker to grab what you needed for your first class of the day. “I wouldn’t use the term menace… I mean he’s actually not a bad guy. You know he gave me a ride home after I finished up in the theater department on Friday? And I didn’t even ask him, he just thought it wouldn’t be safe for me to walk home in the dark-” You shut your locker door to reveal Robin Buckley’s face, just painted with shock.

“You mean to tell me that you rode home in Eddie Munson’s car,” Her voice strained to maintain a whisper’s volume, and you prayed a silent ‘thank you’ that he was wearing headphones right now. “-and I’m just now finding out about it three days later?” Robin’s hands grasped your shoulders and shook. “I need details now, what were you guys even doing in the same room together at school on a Friday night?”

Your eyes flitted back to Eddie over Robin’s shoulder, checking to make sure that he was still too engrossed in whatever he was listening to to overhear the two of you talking about him. “Cool it, Buckley, he is literally right there.” You whispered the warning sharply through clenched teeth. “It’s nothing to write home about , honestly,” you shoved your things into your backpack, shrugging as if to emphasize how not a big deal this all was. “I was finishing up some sets for the play and he was running his dragon club thing, then when I mentioned I was walking home he offered me a ride.” Standing up straight, you shouldered your bag with a curt exhale. “That’s all that happened, I’m just saying he was nice enough to give me a ride home, so he must be a nice guy.”

“Yeah, or…” Robin’s mouth turned up in a knowing smirk, “...he was making a move-” The sentence was cut short by your no. 2 pencil pressing up against her lips. “I’m gonna stop you right there, Buckley.” You interrupted, rolling your eyes at how quickly your friend was trying to play matchmaker. “He was being a friend. We are friends now, that is all.” You stressed the last syllable, praying that she got the message.

Judging by her facial expression, she still wasn’t convinced. You yanked your pencil away from her mouth just in time to save it from her teeth as she jokingly tried to bite it. You laughed, casually checking for Eddie one more time and releasing a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding when you saw the space he’d been occupying now empty. 

Robin snaked her arm through yours, walking elbow to elbow with you towards your homeroom. “Maybe you’re right,” she conceded, voice lifting in an airy sort of way. “All I know is that the last time a guy offered me a ride, he was talking to my boobs.”

“Maybe he wanted to be friends with your boobs, then.” you shrugged.

Robin scoffed, nodding in agreement. “Oh I think that’s exactly what he wanted.” She made a show of shaking as an exaggerated shiver ran through her. “Ugh. Ew.”

Eddie exited the boys’ restroom just in time to hear your laughter ringing through the halls. It caught him off guard, his headphones in hand and hovering around his head as he poised to place them back over his ears, but then he heard your laugh. 

When his eyes found you, the sight melted the edges of his stone-cold heart a little bit- you were arm in arm with that tall girl from band- Buckley, he’s pretty sure- your head thrown back, eyes scrunched closed, nose wrinkling, smiling wide as your laugh bounced musically among the sound of lockers slamming shut and footsteps shuffling to classrooms. Time slowed, his heartbeat skipped- he had made you laugh a couple times, but never like that. And he wanted to. He had no fucking clue why, but he wanted to hear that laugh every day. He wanted to be the one to elicit that much joy from you, to make your nose scrunch like that, to make you smile so big that he could see every tooth. 

Recognizing this as a completely random and unnecessary train of thought, Eddie placed his headphones back on his ears as he made a mental note to learn where you sat during lunch.

Not because he wanted to sit with you or anything… he just wanted to know.

***

Nothing else changed until Wednesday.

You were sitting in your normal lunch spot- nestled in the soft green grass, leaning back against the trunk of the black cherry tree behind the school. You pulled your knees up to your chest and reveled in the way the springtime sunlight filtered through bright green leaves and tiny white flowers. In a word- it was heaven. And It was yours alone. 

Until the soft scent of freshly blooming flowers began to mingle with the scent of cigarettes and Irish Spring- a smell you were now beginning to instantly recognize as Eddie.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You asked airily, taking a bite of your sandwich as Eddie leaned against the trunk of your tree, arm dangling nonchalantly. He smirked down at you as he surveyed what used to be your private lunch spot.

“I was wondering why I never see you in the cafeteria.” Eddie supplied, glancing up at the abundance of white flower petals that dotted the branches of the tree above your heads. It wasn’t a big tree, but big enough to provide shade with a trunk wide enough that you rested against it comfortably. “Cozy little spot you’ve got here.”

You smiled to yourself, answering through your bite of cucumber sandwich. “Yeah… I love it out here. The only downside is how easy it is to lose track of time- I actually didn’t wear a watch until I started spending lunches so far from the bell.” Eddie snorted, plopping down next to you on the surprisingly comfortable patch of grass. 

“I am amazed that you’ve been able to get through seventeen years of your life without ever wearing a watch.” he laughed before- to your horror- beginning to poke through your lunchbox. You swatted his hand away like you would an unwanted pest, but not before he was able to swipe the other half of your sandwich. Without pausing for even a moment, he bit into the soft wonderbread and before you could protest, he took a couple of chews then promptly screwed up his face and spat the wad of chewed-up sandwich at the ground. 

“The fuck kind of sandwich is this?” Eddie practically screeched, inspecting the insides of your cucumber sandwich with the utmost scrutiny. He peeled the sandwich apart, grimacing and holding the food gingerly between his thumb and forefinger. 

While you were certainly frustrated that he was currently mangling half of your lunch, you couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out through your words. “It’s a cucumber sandwich, it’s just cucumbers and this mix of cream cheese with a bunch of herbs and stuff.” Eddie’s grimace only grew into an expression of pure disgust with each word you said. “What,” you laughed harder. “You don’t like cucumbers?” 

Dropping the remnants of your now deconstructed sandwich back into your lunchbox, Eddie shook his head and wiped his hands on his ripped black jeans. “What I like are normal American sandwiches. What do you have against a classic ham and cheese?”

You smirked, taking a bite from an apple you’d brought to accompany your sandwich. “I’m a vegetarian.”

A second ago, Eddie had been disgusted. Now, he looked appalled. “I’m sorry to break this to you, but I don’t think this friendship is gonna work out.” 

There was a smile tucked into the outer corners of his big brown eyes, and you knew there wasn’t any real finality to his words.

You played along anyway. “Damn, another friend lost because of cucumbers.” 

Eddie’s shoulders shook in a silent chuckle, smiling wide and leaning in closer. “Okay, well now I need to know what happened to the last one.” 

“Choked on a cucumber.” you said without thinking, “It was tragic really, a devastating loss.” 

Eddie’s eyes widened just the slightest bit, his lips curling upward slowly.. After a second, you realized the blatant sexual innuendo that one could easily derive from your joke, and once the realization set in you also found it difficult to hold your laughter back. 

“I appreciate your restraint in not making a joke about that.” you bit out.

Eddie shrugged, throwing you a toothy grin. “It would’ve been too easy.”

You gazed up at the sunlight filtering in through the flower-studded branches and sighed, lips curling up to match the slyness of his grin. “You know what wouldn’t be easy?”

“Deep-throating a cucumber?”

Your grin grew, brightening your eyes and crinkling their corners. “Exactly.”

Eddie snorted, you cackled. The sounds were abrasive on their own, one guttural while the other sounded like the sort of laugh you only let out in front of family or friends who’ve known you long enough to refrain from judging you for how loud the laugh was. However, when combined, your mixed laughter sounded complete- like yours had been missing his and his had been missing yours, and neither had ever sounded right without the other.   

Laughter subsided. Eyes met, flower-filtered rays of sun creating distorted bits of light across both of your faces. A bit of that light hit Eddie’s left iris at just the right angle, transforming brown into the sweetest honey. 

Your breath stuttered, only slightly.

Eddie swiped the apple from your hand, taking a bite from the opposite side that you had bitten into only once. He relaxed into the tree’s bark, as if this were something you two did every day at lunch. Smiling, laughing, sharing food. You weren’t opposed to getting used to it. 

“So,” Eddie said around the crunch of crisp fruit, “you hang out with Buckley, right?” 

“Since we were kids.” you replied, a fond expression fluttering over your face. “You remember, she was there that Halloween where you attacked my bedroom window.”

Eddie’s hand rose to rake the hair back from his face, open-mouthed grin huffing out another laugh. “Oh man, that was so long ago,” he sighed, shaking his head. “That was Buckley? The bony-looking girl with the pigtails? OW!”

You gave him a jab with your elbow. “Rude! She was not bony!” 

“Okay, fine, gangly-” 

“She was an eleven-year-old!” You laughed despite yourself, shifting slightly to angle your face closer to his. “Everyone looks gangly at eleven.” 

“You’ve got a point, you were pretty gangly.” 

You sat up straight, eyeing him in disbelief. “There is no way you remember what I looked like when I was eleven. We didn’t even know each other back then.”

Eddie flopped over onto his stomach, balancing his weight on his elbows. “You always wore the same pair of red mary janes.” Eddie inspected the apple in his hand, twisting it in the light and admiring the way the sun shone on the waxy red peel.

“We didn’t exactly hang out, y’know… but I remember liking your shoes.” A smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he smoothed his thumb over the red fruit. “They were this exact shade of red.” His eyes flicked up to yours, smirking at your expression which must have looked completely caught off-guard, because well… you were. 

“I, uh… I almost forgot about those shoes.” you nearly whispered. “I loved them so much, I think I really did wear them to shreds. I remember being heartbroken when my mom made me throw them out, but the sole was literally peeling away from the rest of the shoe, they needed to go.” 

You chuckled, shaking your head at Eddie’s astoundingly good memory. “How on earth do you remember those shoes?”

Eddie rolled over, one hand resting beneath his curls, the other still holding the apple aloft, letting it glint in the sun. “I told you, I liked them. Red’s my favorite color, you know.” 

You pulled your knees closer to your chest, relaxing against the tree trunk with a comfortable exhale. “Did you ever have something like that? A piece of clothing or pair of shoes you loved so much, you wanted to wear it every single day, never cared if it was dirty or not?”

Eddie thought for a minute, then answered decisively, “This jacket, probably.” You inspected his jacket further, the black leather slightly faded but definitely in good condition. He obviously took care of it, the zippers on the cuffs shone silver in the sunlight, and while the material was beginning to crinkle at the elbows, the wear did nothing to diminish the quality of the piece.

“It’s nice.” you said softly. “Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve seen you without it since we started high school.” 

Eddie smiled fondly, “My uncle Wayne gave it to me for Christmas one year. I must have been, I don’t know, fifteen? The thing was huge on me at first, but I’d say I grew into it nicely.” Stretching his arms up to the sky, he surveyed the dark leather until the face of his watch caused his eyes to bulge. “Shit, we gotta go, lunch ended five minutes ago.”

Frantically, you checked your watch too, cringing when you saw that he was right. Hurriedly, you shut the metal clasps on your tin lunchbox and a few seconds later, you were both on your feet and rushing toward the lunchroom doors. 

“Hey, um-” Eddie said, “If you ever wanna sit inside, don’t, ah… don’t hesitate to-” you turned to look at him, a half-smile playing at your mouth at the sight of this brash boy suddenly stumbling over his words.

“You saying I can sit with you?” You supplied. Eddie smiled, his face unable to hide his relief that you’d read his mind. 

“Well, when you ask so nicely, it would be a crime to deny such a request.” Eddie waggled his eyebrows to match his wolfish grin. You laughed, shoving him softly. You rolled your eyes when he opened the door for you, gesturing overdramatically for you to enter and bowing low as if you were an empress and he your humble servant. 

“And I guess if you ever crave the peace and quiet of my lunch spot,” you drawled, “I wouldn’t be too inconvenienced by the company.”

Dark eyebrows drawn together by a crinkle and a sarcastically serious expression, Eddie clasped his hands behind his back while he nodded his head. “Oh and I would hate to inconvenience you.”

“I know you would.” you nodded, matching his energy effortlessly. Both of your serious expressions cracked to make way for soft laughter simultaneously. You both arrived at your lockers quickly, your steps rushed out of fear for being late to class. The two of you opened your respective lockers, and the sounds of metal opening and closing rang through the nearly empty hallways. 

The moment you were sure yours was locked, Eddie called out “Hey!”, to which you glanced over your shoulder at him just in time for him to toss something in your direction, which you miraculously caught with ease. You looked down at your hand to see your apple, once bitten on each side. You quirked an eyebrow at your peculiar lunch partner. 

“You can finish it, I ate more than you did out there.” you said, but Eddie was already walking away, hand in the air waving you off.

 “Keep it, vegetarian, can’t have you going anemic on me.” 

You laughed softly, shaking your head. “See you, Eddie.” He spun around, walking backwards with his hands in his pockets and eyes on the ground after flicking up to yours for barely a second. “See ya.” he muttered, and that smile that caused his full lips to quirk up to one side was starting to become familiar in a way that made your chest feel full. 

Once you were out of each other’s sight, you turned the apple over in your hand, studying the bites on each side. You could see from the marks left by his teeth that Eddie had an overbite. That he must really like apples, because the bite was sizable, the opposite of tentative. You could see that the light shone a little brighter around the bite where the juice from the apple must have seeped out onto his tongue when he bit into the fruit. You felt a strange sense of warmth thinking about the flavor of this thing held in your hand still lingering in his mouth. 

Taking one last look at your twin bites, you lifted the apple to your lips, adding a third bite between his and yours. The sweet juice from the apple flooded your taste buds, and you felt something within you hum contentedly as you raced to beat the bell.

***

The cafeteria on Thursday was buzzing with the noise and energy of a hundred antsy Hawkins teens. Eddie plopped his ass down at his usual seat at his usual table, reaching into his pocket eagerly to grab the two Slim Jims he’d swiped from the pantry before rushing out his trailer door that morning. He remembered to bring a lunch sometimes, but most often defaulted to eating whatever slop the lunch ladies had to offer… if it was edible. Today, he had taken one look at the styrofoam cup filled with what was supposed to be chicken pot pie (it looked more like jizz mixed with peas and carrots, complete with a square of pie crust floating on top) and knew he would just have to deal with a growling stomach until he got home from school. 

He was just about to peel open the first stick of jerky when divine providence dropped a gift down on the table in front of him. He paused, surveying the shining tin lunchbox sitting on his table- black with a bright red handle, the logo for Star Wars spelled out across the front accompanied by the image of a TIE Fighter firing at an X-Wing. 

Eddie’s friends were already seated with their lunches at the table, and he followed their confused expressions to see you crossing behind him to take the empty seat by his side. The entire table remained silent. 

You proceeded to open your own lunch- a simple green and blue thermos that held what looked to be a mixture of beans and rice. You opened up the collapsible spoon that attached to the lid and looked about ready to dig in when you took notice of the deadly silence, as well as every pair of eyes trained on you. 

You glanced at the flabbergasted teens, then raised an eyebrow at Eddie. “Didn’t tell your friends that you invited me to sit with you?” 

Eddie’s eyes were wide still, but his open mouth turned up at the corners as he placed his hands on the Star Wars lunchbox, turning it this way and that under his appraising gaze. “Ignore them” He held the lunchbox up beside his face, puppy dog eyes shining in full force. “Is this for little old me?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Well yesterday, you pillaged my lunch because you’re obviously a starved dumpster raccoon,” you heard a snort a few seats down from you, though you didn’t look to see which Hellfire member approved of your sense of humor. “-so I made you your own. You can thank me by keeping your hands off my red beans and rice.”

“I didn’t know we’d have a guest joining us today.” 

The voice came from the head of the table where Rick had just taken his seat. As the oldest member of the friend group, Rick had inherited the coveted spot at the head of the table. While Eddie loved Rick like a brother, he couldn’t lie and say that he wasn’t just itching for the greasy-looking drug dealer to finally walk the stage in a couple months and bequeath that seat to Eddie. The rest of the guys already looked up to him- Hellfire was his, since Rick had never wanted any part in it, so from the moment he’d assumed the mantle of Dungeon Master last year, Hellfire had unofficially belonged to Eddie. Now, Rick was the only senior in their little group, so come next year- Eddie would be king of the table. It was small, and in the grand scheme of things it didn’t matter- but Eddie ached for that seat nonetheless.

You eyed Rick curiously, chewing on a bite of your rice and beans. “Eddie extended an invitation yesterday.” You raised an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly toward the senior. “Was I supposed to fill out an application or something…?” Your tone was light, joking. Rick’s eyes took you in, and it irked Eddie a bit that Rick seemed to think he had some sort of final say about whether or not you were allowed at the table- this was just as much Eddie’s table as it was his, right? What did he care if someone new joined your group for lunch every once in a while? 

Rick hmphed and relaxed into his chair, apparently deeming you worthy of keeping your seat. When he made no moves to answer your quip about filling out an application, you made a face and proceeded to continue eating your lunch. You leaned closer to Eddie, whispering to him out of Rick’s earshot “He always like this?” 

Eddie smiled, toying with the shiny clasps on the Star Wars lunchbox. “Eh, he has his moments. But I am far more interested in what treasures lurk inside this box…” His thumbs flicked open both clasps, then looked suspiciously at you through his overgrown curly bangs. “This isn’t a mimic, is it?” 

You snorted. “What?”

“Like, is this thing going to try and eat me when I open it?” 

Judging by the chuckles from a couple other tablemates, there was some sort of joke you weren’t getting. You smiled wryly and shook your head. “No,” you laughed, “hopefully it’ll be the other way around, unless you have some kind of aversion to homemade chocolate chip cookies.”

Eddie’s eyes widened before practically ripping the lid of the lunchbox off its hinges. You laughed at the excited little gasp that escaped him when he saw the ziploc bags holding a ham and cheese sandwich, two cookies, apple slices, and a little juice box. Turning those doe eyes to you, Eddie held up the sandwich like it was a precious commodity. 

“The vegetarian made me a ham and cheese sandwich,” he smiled. “Have I converted you to the dark side?” 

You rolled your eyes. “I can handle touching it, I just don’t want to eat it.” 

Oh. Oh that did not come out right. 

Eddie’s lips pressed together, cheeks ballooning with a laugh that fought to breach the surface. You, however, couldn’t hold back a snort. You braced your elbow on the table, forehead resting in your hand as you shook your head in disbelief. “God, that one was bad.” Your shoulders shook, laughing at yourself along with Eddie, whose laughter had burst forth after you’d given him permission with your own self-deprecating humor. 

 Lunch flowed smoothly from there- the rest of the table fell into an easy rhythm of conversation, and you didn’t mind the jokes that went over your head, the way these boys discussed movies you hadn’t seen and asked Eddie questions about his plans for their upcoming Dungeons & Dragons session tomorrow. Before you knew it, you found yourself feeling comfortable at the Hellfire table. Eddie tore his way through the lunch you’d made him, even going as far as to moan dramatically when he bit into one of the cookies. He’d rolled his eyes back and thrown his entire weight in your direction, going limp against you as he chewed reverently on the sweet confection. 

“Holy fuckin’ shit,” he’d groaned, a couple of crumbs falling onto his lapels. “Bury me in these cookies, I’ll die happy and regret nothing.” You’d laughed, struggling to shove him away while he made a show of dying dramatically only to resurrect, take another bite, then die again. 

People didn’t usually pay attention to the “freak” table during lunch, but if anyone did happen to glance your way that day, they would hear laughter tinkling like raindrops on a tin roof; see the seeds of a friendship beginning to bud in the most unlikely of places. 

A few minutes before lunch ended, you proclaimed that you had a question about last night’s homework and needed to leave a few minutes early for class. Eddie thanked you for the lunch, adding in a more serious tone that you really didn’t need to make him lunch and that he owed you for the cookies, to which you replied that he could thank you by giving you a ride home after Hellfire tomorrow. 

“I was already planning on it.” he’d replied with a grin. 

When you’d taken your leave of the table, Rick spoke up for the first time since your exchange at the beginning of lunch. “So is your girlfriend sitting with us going to be a regular thing now?” Other conversations at the table ceased, everyone’s curiosity piqued by Rick’s mention of the elephant in the room. Eddie Munson, bringing a girl to sit with his friends at lunch? This was uncharted territory. 

Eddie bristled. “Who said she was my girlfriend?” he narrowed his eyes at Rick, shoving his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. 

Rick leaned in, raising an eyebrow as his voice took up a teasing tone. “Oh you’re just buddies, huh?” Eddie nodded. Rick shook his head. “Nu-uh, nope. Not possible.” 

Eddie scoffed, struggling to mask his irritation. He liked Rick- most of the time- but he wished his friend would just drop the subject. ���Alright man, I’ll play along. Why?”

Rick smiled smugly, relaxing back into his chair and placing both hands leisurely behind his head. “Girls and guys can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.” 

Jeff, a brace-faced sophomore sitting across from Eddie, muttered “They were being pretty friendly with each other-” The venomous look Eddie shot at him shut Jeff up before he could say any more.

Eddie turned back to Rick, his trademark smirk painting itself across his face as he matched Rick’s arrogant air. “What, Rick, are you so deprived that you don’t know how to be friends with a girl without trying to get in her pants?” A chorus of oooooo’s fluttered throughout the table, and Eddie felt a surge of pride when a flicker of annoyance flared behind Rick’s eyes. All it did was amp Eddie up even more.

“Unlike some men, I’m able to hold a civilized conversation with a woman without turning into a neanderthal and drooling like a dog.” Eddie crossed one leg over the other, shrugging his shoulders as he crossed his arms over his chest. “It’s not just a man’s world anymore, gentlemen, I’m just keeping with the times.”

Rick shook his head, shoving his hands into the pockets of his faded denim jeans. “Whatever you say, man. But don’t tell me if she asked, you wouldn’t be all over that.”

Keeping his cool, Eddie shook his head and retained his cool composure. “Please,” he scoffed, “like anyone could handle all of this.” Eddie gestured to the entirety of his person, adding a hair flip for good measure. Even Rick couldn’t hold back his laughter at that. 

“Yeah, you’re full of shit, Munson.” Rick chuckled. Eddie placed his elbows on the table, chin resting on his fists as he fluttered his eyelashes at Rick, who laughed even harder and gave Eddie a shove. The rest of the table also descended into laughter, and all was well now that the tension between the two oldest Hellfire members had subsided. 

However, as Eddie exited the cafeteria with the rest of his friends, he couldn’t stop thinking about what Rick had said.

Girls and guys can’t be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.

Was that true? It was such an archaic way of thinking in Eddie’s opinion, and he had no doubt that men and women were, in theory, perfectly capable of having sexless, platonic relationships with each other.

But could he? With you? 

Eddie could admit that when he’d been a kid, he had felt those familiar pre-pubescent butterflies when you’d shoved him to the ground on Halloween all those years ago. But the confusing feelings of a thirteen-year-old boy and the effortless way the two of you had begun to fit together like puzzle pieces whenever you spent time together- they were completely unrelated. 

Besides, Eddie remembered the conversation you’d had last week in his van. How you’d said if someone like him were to start seriously dating somebody at school, everyone would talk about it. A friendship might make the wrong people take notice of you, and if that happened Eddie would handle it… somehow. He didn’t want to see you go through the bullying he’d had to endure his whole life. He wouldn’t wish that on anyone, much less someone he cared about. 

It hit Eddie then… the strange fact that he did, indeed, care about you. 

As a friend.

As long as things stayed that way, you could come and go from his little group as you pleased. You were free to be his friend when you felt like it, but could extricate yourself from him when it mattered. When it was dangerous to be a freak. You were safe that way; if by some crazy stroke of fate you decided you wanted more- decided to attach yourself to him publicly and seriously… Eddie couldn’t protect you from all the possible ramifications of a proclamation like that.

The decision had been made. As Eddie strode down the halls on his way to class, he concluded that he would be your friend. That you would be his, as long as that was what you wanted. And the sex part would never get in the way, because it would never even be an option. Even if he ever wanted that… he would never act on it. And there was no way you would ever want that either, so it would never be an issue. 

That was that. 

***

That night, you baked more chocolate chip cookies. You doubled the recipe to ensure that there were not only enough for every member of Hellfire to have at least two each during the session tomorrow, but also enough for Eddie to take the rest home.

And for some reason, you couldn’t wipe away the stupid little smile that kept slapping itself onto your face whenever you imagined Eddie biting into one of those cookies tomorrow, eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned about how good they tasted. Your cheeks warmed when you wondered if he would once again jokingly go limp against your shoulder, pressing into you with the full weight of his body.

 If he did, you weren’t sure you’d want to push him away this time.

Part 3

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Vampire Movies by Decade

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[electronickingdomfox]

"Black Fire" review

Novel from 1983 by Sonni Cooper, and as far as I know, the only TOS novel from this author. This one was pretty fun, fast-paced, and a real page-turner. It's also notorious for being totally nuts, and having Spock going rogue and doing all sorts of crazy things. The intro was written by Theodore Sturgeon, no less. It's also very, veeeery spirk-heavy (and so far, the only K/S novel I've read that seems to get their relationship right, without going over-the-top).

Spock is the central character, and for the most part, the story follows his solo adventures, though Scotty shares some of these exploits in the early chapters. Amazingly, and despite all the unusual stuff that Spock gets involved with, he manages to stay believable. The other characters are all well-written too, even if they take a background place. And the same goes for the original ones, in particular Desus, the Romulan befriended by Spock.

The story takes place shortly before TMP. One thing that surprised me, is that this novel doesn't seem afraid to modify canon in substantial ways. Most of these books are more timid when playing with the characters, and focus on self-contained adventures that have little impact on the whole. Main characters are rarely put in real danger, or suffer grave injuries. Here, on the other hand, we have the entire primary hull of the Enterprise being destroyed and jettisoned in the very first chapter (a year before The Search for Spock blew the ship to pieces). The TMP uniforms are introduced already by the end of the five-year mission. Spock suffers a disabling injury, portrayed with realism, and not resolved immediately and easily with a magic pill. Also, this book gets pretty dark at times; Spock tries to kill himself not once, but twice... And a popular guest character from the series is also killed for real.

Some spoilers below the cut:

The Enterprise is in a routine mission, training cadets fresh from the Academy, when a massive explosion in the bridge leaves the primary hull destroyed, Kirk in critical condition, Spock with a splinter lodged near his spine, and many cadets dead. The primary hull has to be evacuated and separated, while the rest of the ship limps back to a starbase. In the following investigation, Starfleet declares that everything was a mere accident. But neither Spock nor Scotty are satisfied with this answer, since nothing on the bridge could cause an explosion of such magnitude. Therefore, they travel back to the jettisoned hull to find clues.

Spock is suspicious of some new yeoman, who entered and left the bridge shortly before the explosion. In her abandoned quarters they find two clues: a piece of paper with dots, which seems to be a star chart; and a ton of depilatory cream. However, Starfleet isn't convinced by this flimsy evidence. So Spock starts the first of a long series of reckless actions, and steals a small ship with Scotty, to travel to the star system depicted in the paper. Spock is in severe pain (and having suffered a similar injury in the past myself, I can testify: he IS in pain), but leaves nonetheless before undergoing the necessary surgery (I told you Spock is nuts in this novel). Meanwhile, Kirk's still recovering and has no clue of what's going on.

When Spock and Scotty arrive at the only habitable planet of the star map, they find out that a Romulan and Klingon ships have also been lured to that place by similar maps. Everything was a trap, and all of them are captured by the Tomariians, and brought to their home planet in an ancient rocket. The Tomariians are short, stocky and very hairy aliens, living in an extreme cold environment. Being poor and primitive, they've turned to scavenging, adapting the most disparate technologies to expand across their sector of the galaxy. Spock and the others meet the Tomariian leader, Ilsa. The one who disguised herself as a yeoman to plant the explosive in the Enterprise (hence all that depilatory cream). And she takes a liking to Spock, just as every other woman in this book.

The Tomariians plan to test their captives' strenght by sending them to different battlefields. This way they could determine the weaknesses of Federation members, Klingons and Romulans, in order to expand later through their territories. Spock's injury worsens, to the point that he's left immobile from waist down. But due to her attraction for him, Ilsa spares his life. Meanwhile, Kirk has found clues about Spock and Scotty's whereabouts, so finally, the Enterprise rescues them in the nick of time.

Back in the ship, Spock has to fulfill the promise he made to the Romulan woman captured with him: to warn the Empire of the Tomariian threat, should she not survive. After this, Spock has to face a court-martial for all his offenses: stealing a starship, and above all, establishing secret communications with the Romulan and Klingon empires. Charged with treason, he's sent to prison, where he meets and befriends the Romulan pirate Desus.

I won't spoil anything more (this is about halfway through the novel). Suffice to say that, after this, Spock gets involved in a prison break. He becomes a pirate by the name of "Black Fire", and gains a following of fangirls that write love poems about him (an amusing parody of real-world fandom). And finally defects to the Romulan Empire, creating massive drama with Kirk. Of course, there's a satisfactory explanation for Spock going amok, at the end.

Spirk Meter: 10/10*: Kirk and Spock are separated most of the time and have little physical contact, but the story truly reads as a break-up/reconciliation one. Specially with the introduction of Desus as a rival for Spock's affection. In the first chapter, Kirk is partially healed by a mind meld with Spock, and sighs his name upon waking up. Then Kirk anguishes over Spock's disappearance, and risks the entire ship to go rescue him (well... and Scotty). And there's a lot of commentary about how Kirk is Spock's only close relationship, and how his defection to the Romulans is a particularly painful blow for Kirk. The whole issue of Spock's treason has Kirk on edge and in a foul mood, to the point that other crewmembers are afraid of bringing the subject in his presence. As other books with a lot of spirk content, it's difficult to pinpoint single scenes, since it's a general theme all over the place. Add to this, Spock's absolute indiference towards all the women swooning around him.

Then there's, of course, Spock and Desus' extremely close friendship, said to rival that with Kirk. At one point, Desus reads aloud some of the love poems that Spock has inspired as "Black Fire". And one has to wonder if he isn't adressing the words to Spock himself.

McCoy doesn't appear much in the novel. But still gets some McKirk and Spones. In the beginning, he's devastated by Kirk's serious injuries and his inability to cure him, crying about the prospect of losing "the man he both admired and loved". Then, at the end, McCoy asks Spock to sign his book of love (and erotic) poems dedicated to him (!!!???), as an excited fangirl. "To belong to this man of fire, if only for a moment. - My flaming love." he reads aloud. And Spock even gives him his pirate earring as a gift. The novel closes with these lines: The black jewel gleamed its strange luminescence in McCoy's palm, but it was no match for the gleam in Spock's dark smiling eyes.

*A 10 in this scale is the most obvious spirk moments in TOS. Think of the back massage, "You make me believe in miracles", or "Amok Time" for example.

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[spidernerdsblog]

drive-in

A/N : my first Steve harrington fic!! Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Summary : you and Steve go on a movie date at the drive-in theater and halfway into the movie you can't help but get a little frisky at the back of his car.

Pairing : Steve Harrington x Reader

Warnings : 18+, SMUT, minors DNI, semi-public, car sex, exhibitionism kink

It was deep in the summer, the air warm and humid during the day though the nights were relatively cooler with a gentle breeze blowing in the dusk. 

You were in Steve’s burgundy 1983 BMW 733i which you were fairly certain was the only love of his life with the way he gets so protective about it not letting anyone drive it ever. 

It was almost dark as you were headed to the drive-in behind the starcourt mall. Steve in the driver’s seat one hand on the steering wheel while the other raked through his perfectly styled hair. He faced you briefly, a sweet smile etched on his lips as he reached out his hand to interlace with yours. He caressed your hand with his thumb, the act so gentle and sweet, just an example of how Steve could always make you feel loved even with a small gesture like this. 

You held your hands the whole ride as the car drove past the forest lined road. Soon the neon lights of the parking lot of the drive-in came into view and he slowed down near the gate.

“Two adults, that will be $5.” the gatekeeper droned. Steve handed him the cash out of his wallet and steered to the back row of the parking lot, shutting the engine.

He stepped out of the car and said. “I’ll go get the popcorn.”

“Ok.” you smiled and watched him walk towards the food trucks.

Top gun was playing tonight and everyone seemed to have been raving about it since its release. ‘To see Tom Cruise on the screen as a pilot flying fighter planes’ you had said dreamily the other day earning you an eye roll from Steve. ‘You and your fleeting crushes’ he had grumbled and you had laughed at his teeny tiny jealousy. Nevertheless, he agreed to watch the movie with you on the weekend. 

The opening credits began to roll when Steve returned with a large tub of popcorn and two cans of cola. You reclined back your seats and got comfortable placing the tub of popcorn in the middle of you on the gear shift.

“God Tom Cruise looks so good in that uniform.” you sighed, making heart eyes.

“Uh huh.” Steve remarked dryly .

“Oh c’mon just look at him. Look at those blue eyes and that body.”

“Way to make a man feel better babe.” he grumbled and you were filled with amusement.

“Awww Stevey, you know I love you right?” you cooed and he huffed rolling his eyes.

“Yeah yeah as if you won’t leave me for Tom Cruise.”

“I mean…” you pretended to think. “Given the chance, why not?”

“Really Y/N?” he looked at you incredulously.

“Oh relax, I’m just kidding.” you giggled. “Sorry to say but you’re stuck with me indefinitely. You’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

“Well am I not the luckiest guy in the whole world then?” he grinned and you blushed.

“Ok now hush let me watch the movie.” you said and turned your attention ahead on the screen.

For the first hour or so you were both engrossed in the movie. On screen Tom Cruise as Maverick violently argues with Kelly McGillis’ Charlie about his performance report which should be better according to him. Charlie tries to explain her evaluation but is interrupted when Maverick decides to leave on his bike. She chases him in her car, catches up with him and reveals she has feelings for him.

But Steve’s whole attention shifted to you observing your face illuminated from the soft light of the screen as you smiled at the on going scene. He noticed your white summer dress, small dainty red flowers printed all over it and with your hair down you looked sweet as sin.

You felt Steve’s gaze upon you and looked at him, your eyes locked, a flicker of current passing between you. “What?” you asked.

Steve said nothing. His dark brown eyes simmered with liquid heat coasting down your body appreciatively before meeting your eyes again. You knew that look very well. The air inside the car thickened as he watched your chest rise and fall in labored breaths. Silent words were exchanged as he licked his bottom lip and your body hummed with excitement.

Steve slowly leaned in and you closed the gap between the both of you, pressing your lips against his. His hand ran across your cheek and then up to your hair, holding onto it gently as his eyes closed for a passionate kiss. 

You felt yourself melt against him almost, completely relaxing yourself from his gentle touch as take my breath away plays on the screen. Your hands tugged on the roots of long silky hair at the nape of his neck and he groaned.

His hands slid down your neckline to your breasts cupping them gently. You gasped and he slipped his tongue into your mouth, tasting the hint of sweetness of cola you had a few minutes ago. He tweaked your pebbled buds through your dress and you moaned squirming in your seat as moisture gathered between your thighs. Your hand came down to palm his growing erection. Steve was the one to eventually break the kiss, reluctantly sitting back. Both of your cheeks flushed panting heavily.

“Fuck.” he rasped. “I don’t think I can wait till the movie ends. You want to take it in the back?” 

You didn’t have to be told twice. The movie long forgotten as both of you squeezed yourselves in the backseat. It took a little bit of fumbling to get in a comfortable position, but you were finally sitting astride your boyfriend, your dress bunched up to your waist, his back against the backseat of the car. Thankfully in the back row there were only empty trailers on both the sides of your car and the people in the front were busy watching the movie in their cars.

You heard the click of the belt buckle as he pulled down the zipper and freed his hard cock. You took him in your hand and stroked his cock slowly, teasing him. Steve bucked up into your hand, showing how impatient he was to be inside of you. He then pushed your panties to the side and dipped two fingers into your heat finding you slick you with arousal.

“Shit you’re soaking babe, is that all for me?” he asked, pumping his fingers lazily in and out of you.

“Oh god…” you grinded hard on his fingers. “Yes Stevey, all for you.”

He pulled out and you whined at the loss of his fingers. He brought them to his mouth and you watched him with hooded eyes licking them clean. Fishing out a condom from his back pocket he rolled it down his length before lining up his cock to your entrance.

You held onto his broad shoulders lifting your hips up and then slid down him slowly, both of you moaning as he filled you to the hilt. His hands held onto your hips to keep you steady and you slowly began to rock your hips.

“That’s my girl, look at you riding my cock in the back of my car where people can see us… I brought you here to watch a movie but look what happened,” His dirty talk with the thrill of getting caught turning you on even more. Your hands fisted on his shirt as you moved faster up and down his cock. 

The sight of him was breathtaking: his head was back against the headrest, eyes closed, lips wide open and moans escaping from them. You pushed his hair away from his eyes and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on his tongue and nipped on his bottom lip.

The sounds of the movie playing behind you were drowned out with your collective breathy moans and grunts. Steve peppered kisses down your neck and pulled down the front of your dress, your boobs bouncing free into his eager hands. He dipped down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, looking up at you, knowing how sensitive they are making you moan like crazy.

“Fuck, I’m close,” your body wound tighter clenching hard around him, feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations. Steve let go of your breast with a wet pop and started to thrust upwards hard and fast his hips meeting yours.

“I want to feel you cum around me baby girl,” Steve coaxed, his breath hot against your neck. “Maybe we can fuck again when we get back home, you would like that won’t you? Always so eager for my cock.” he continued to thrust deeply inside you, his nimble fingers finding your clit, drawing circles around it.  

“Yes Steve, fuck… I can never get enough of you and your cock,” you said, tugging on his hair.

“I know baby I can feel you squeezing me tight,” He could tell you were right on the edge as he rubbed harder on your swollen nub. “Cum for me and don’t be quiet, maybe someone will hear in the cars in front of us,” He teased. “Let everyone know what a slut you are and only I can make you feel this good.”

Those words were your undoing as you threw your head back and came with a loud moan of his name. Your inner muscles pulsating as you rested your forehead against his, panting and moaning against his lips. Steve cursed under his breath and with a few deep thrusts he let go inside of you, painting your walls with his hot cum.

“Fuck Y/N!” he groaned, his hands gripping your ass roughly. You held his face and leaned down to give him a sloppy kiss on the lips, still out of breath.

Eventually you came down from your highs and cleaned up, fixing your clothes before moving back to the front seats. After your little fun sexacapade in the back seat you silently watched the rest of the movie holding hands and stealing kisses in between frequently. 

Once the movie was over, you quickly packed up everything and Steve started the drive back home. You reached over and ran a finger down his denim covered thigh, making him look over at you with a raised eyebrow at a red light.

“Were you serious about round two?” You asked with a cheeky grin.

“Extremely,” he replied and stepped his foot on the gas once the light turned green.

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[writercole]

Settling

Summary: While Valkyrie gets back home, Jake gets his ass handed to him. Twice.

Squares:

Words: 1983

Warnings: Angst, language.

A/N: I can't tell you how much I need Phoenix to be my bestie and Anne to be my mom. They're just...they're amazing.

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She landed back in New Orleans in the pouring rain and headed straight for home, sighing in relief when she closed the door behind her. It had been a hard couple of days, leaving Jake behind and not saying goodbye to his parents. She felt like she’d lost a large portion of her life, the only family she had.

The tears started again as she leaned against her kitchen counter, sobbing as she felt the ripples of grief flowing through her heart. Losing Jake was the hardest thing she’d ever gone through, worse than when her parents kicked her out. Then, she’d had Jake to fall back on. Now, she had no one. 

She skipped unpacking to go upstairs and shower, promptly falling into bed after she’d exhausted all of the hot water. She wrapped her arms around her pillow and breathed deeply, the lingering smell of Billy’s cologne causing her to throw her pillow across the room in frustration. Tossing herself over to the other side, she curled up and stared at the wall, watching the dwindling sunlight cast longer shadows over the framed photos above her vanity.

A pounding on her door dragged her out of bed when the shadows were at their longest, just before the sun set completely over the Mississippi. She groaned when she looked through the peephole, swinging the door open with a force that would have put a hole in her wall had she not caught the door.

“Billy, what are you doing here?” she asked, her shoulders tense and her jaw set.

“Baby, I came as soon as I heard you were home. I hate it when we fight,” he cooed as he stepped towards the threshold of the door.

“No,” she spat, holding up her hand. “You’re not coming in.”

“Have you been crying over me?” he pressed as he took in her red, puffy eyes. “That’s so sweet that you miss me, too.”

“I’m not crying over you,” she sneered, “that ship has sailed, Billy. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m exhausted. I just got home from a month-long deployment. And I am going to bed.”

“Please, baby, I just need a few minutes,” he begged, his dark eyes the perfect mix of sorrowful and hopeful.

She sighed heavily, the weight of everything breaking her resolve. “Come back tomorrow and we can talk then.”

“I’ll bring breakfast,” he promised with a wide smile.

She shut the door and trudged back to her bedroom, allowing the tears to flow again as she wished that she could call her best friend so he could put her back together again, piece by shattered piece. But this time he was the reason she was in tatters.

Jake was leaning against the wall in his normal spot near the pool table, nursing his fourth beer as he tried to figure out what had happened, what he had done to make her run away the way she did.

“Hangman, where’s Val?” Phoenix questioned as she approached the pool tables at The Hard Deck.

“I don’t know,” he sighed sadly.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” she pressed, irritation lacing her words, taking a defensive stance. “She left with you for the break. What did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed, “she just bailed!”

Phoenix looked at him, really looked, and saw the exhaustion in his face along with defeat, tears building in his eyes before being blinked away. She waited patiently for him to continue, softening her features as she looked at him.

“I don’t know what happened,” he whispered, collapsing onto a stool. “Everything was fine, great even, and then next thing I knew, she was gone. She said…she said she got a call from Simpson and he needed her back asap. I know that wasn’t true. She wouldn’t let me take her to the airport, she ran out the door, her cab was already waiting and now she won’t answer my calls. 

“Simpson won’t tell me anything. She hasn’t answered her phone. I don’t know what to do, Tash.” He looked up at Phoenix with sad eyes, letting his guard down in front of her for the first time. “I miss her.”

“Come on,” she said, pulling him up, “outside before these guys get ammunition you don’t want them to have.” 

Phoenix led them to the edge of the water and sat, Hangman taking the spot next to her quietly. 

“Talk to me,” she said quietly as she kept her focus over the water, thinking that maybe he’d be more comfortable if he had the option to avoid looking at her. 

He detailed everything. Their friendship over the years, the new friends with benefits arrangement, how she called it off after the Dagger mission. He told her about the girl who came afterwards and how she ditched him, how Valkyrie came home with him for the weekend. How they had sex again but this time it was different, it felt…different.

“You’re in love with her,” she stated.

“What? How -”

“You’ve been in love with her for years, haven’t you?” Phoenix pressed, turning to look at Hangman. “Did you even know it?”

“I had no idea,” he confirmed in a whisper. "Not until she left."

"First things first, we have to find her. Then you're going to get your head out of your ass and fix things with her," she threatened as she stood, "or I'm setting her up with Payback."

When she woke up, she noted that it was late afternoon. She checked her phone and found missed calls from Phoenix, from Hangman, and even from Coyote. There were nearly thirty text messages, all from Phoenix and Hangman. She scoffed when she saw there was nothing from Billy who had promised to be there first thing in the morning. As she debated what to do with her day, her phone started to ring in her hand, the caller id showing the face of the one person she knew she could trust.

“Hi, Mrs. Anne,” she answered, trying to sound cheery.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” Anne asked immediately.

She couldn’t answer; sobs wracked her frame and rendered her unable to breathe, much less speak.

“Where are you?” Anne pressed.

“H-home,” she got out through the tears, “N-N-Nola.”

“I’m on my way,” Anne said, hanging up the phone, not giving Y/N any chance to argue.

Several hours later, near midnight, she heard her front door open and shut. She tensed for a moment before remembering that she was expecting someone, expecting the only person who could comfort her in this situation.

Her bedroom door creaked open and the concerned face of Anne Seresin peeked in, finding Y/N in a ball on her bed, blankets strewn across the floor. She rushed in and climbed into the bed next to the woman who had become a third daughter to her, opening her arms and inviting her into her lap.

The moment Anne’s arms wrapped around her, Y/N lost control and let go of every emotion she’d felt over the last three days. She couldn’t believe it had been only three days since she’d seen the woman who had been more of a mother than her actual mother. 

Anne couldn’t believe the fact that she was, once again, holding one of her children while they cried. She was sure she knew why Y/N was upset but she wasn’t going to push for information until she was ready to talk. She cooed soothing words and held her tight, the best she could do for the time being.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Anne whispered when the sobs quieted. She felt a nod and loosened her hold, allowing Y/N to sit up next to her.

“I guess it started a little over a year ago,” she began, “Jake had just broken up with Suze and I had just started dating Billy. Jake hated that,” she scoffed, remembering how he’d tried to dissuade her from dating him. 

“We barely spoke that year. Billy was insanely jealous of Jake; every time I mentioned him, we’d fight. Billy left the day before we got called back to San Diego. I met up with Jake at The Hard Deck and we talked, really talked, about what was going on. He, um, god I can’t believe I’m about to say this to his mom. He made the offer to be friends with benefits.

“I balked, at first,” she continued, fidgeting with her hands in her lap and keeping her gaze down. “But I thought about it all night long and eventually decided what the hell. It’s not like sex is going to make me fall in love with him. I want to go back and slap myself for that decision.”

“It wasn’t sex that made you fall in love with him,” Anne interjected, “you already were.”

“I know that now,” Y/N sighed, “after the mission, we stopped the benefits and went back to just friends, and that’s when I felt it. But he had found Christina and he was happy.” Tears started falling down her face again and she shut her eyes, opening them when she felt Anne’s thumbs brushing them away. 

“He wasn’t happy, baby,” Anne cooed. “I talked to him during that time and he didn’t sound nearly as happy as when he was spending more time with you.”

“You didn’t see his face when she texted or called him, Mom,” she whispered, “it killed me every time. So I gave up. She hated me so I chose to step back, let Jake have the chance to be happy even if it hurt me in the process. Then she ghosted him and he begged me to come home for the party. I don’t regret that at all. I missed you guys more than I ever knew. I just wish I would have set a boundary and kept it as just friends for the trip.”

“Why did you leave?”

“I heard him talking to Suze,” she choked out, swallowing the sobs that were threatening to break free. “She said he should have been with her instead of me and…and he said we weren’t together. I couldn’t stand there and watch him with her and pretend to be happy. I couldn’t, Mom.” 

The sobs started again and she leaned into Anne who embraced her once again. She let Y/N cry herself to sleep as she figured out what she was going to do to get her son’s head out of his ass.

Jake was startled when he saw his mom’s name flashing on his phone at three am. He answered in a hurry, expecting the worst. “Mom? What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong, son,” she said. Jake could feel the anger radiating through the phone and he swallowed hard as he waited for her to continue. “You have to be the biggest idiot I have ever seen. How could you hurt someone as sweet as Y/N?”

“Mom, what are you talking about?” he asked, truly confused since he hadn’t talked to Valkyrie in…ten days, ten hours, and forty-eight minutes.

“She told me everything! Your whole idea to be friends with benefits and then telling that Suze girl that you weren’t together. I raised you better than that, Jacob,” she scolded.

Jake heard the sounds of departures being announced in the background and he sat up. “Where is she?”

“Oh no,” Anne denied. “I’m not telling you that so you can show up and break her heart all over. You’re going to be lucky if you see that girl again, I can tell you that much.”

“Mom, please,” he begged, his voice threatening to crack.

“No,” she refused, “I have to go. My flight is boarding. I’ll text you when I land.”

She hung up, leaving Jake more confused than ever. He had to find Valkyrie.

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"PROM QUEEN"

summary: after leaving you alone at a party for one minute, king steve shows both his scary and his soft sides saving you from a creep who doesn't know what 'no' means. warnings: swearing, pissed off steve, mentions of alcohol and alcohol consumption. pairing: steve harrington x reader. an: this is set just before season one with king steve but he's got the same traits as from s3 lmao. completely spoiler free!

Highschool prom, senior year, 1983. It was your year. The prom queen, next to her prom king, her best friend, Steve the Hair Harrington.

The night had been amazing. You'd worn this beautiful dark blue shimmering gown, a silver necklace Steve had bought for you the previous weekend, and glittering heels, which hurt like a bitch, but killed on the dancefloor nonetheless.

It was the first time in a long time where you didn't care what people thought of you. The girls were either awed by or jealous of you. The guys either wanted to fuck you or beat up your date - but let's face it, who was going to touch you while King Steve was around, posing as your scary best friend?

Oh, yeah. Probably that drunk guy approaching you at the after party. You yourself were shitfaced drunk. You weren't sure if it was the Lights or just the alcohol, but it was so damn bright. You'd gone back to Steve's before the after party just to get changed into another outfit, but you ended up watching Looney Toons on his television, drinking beer until it was time to go. There was punch at the party. You'd had three glasses and were up to your fourth, but you weren't sure if there was alcohol in it.

The jock walked up to you, an annoyingly smug smile on his annoyingly smug face. "Hey, baby. Prom queen, right? Man, I gotta say. Your boobs were pretty bitchin' in that dress." his words made you flinch. How drunk was he? Maybe he was high, too.

"Um, thanks. But no thanks. I already have a boyfriend." you didn't actually have a boyfriend. But Steve always told you he was fine telling people you were dating if those people were creeps. But this creep was actually pretty smart. "I know you've not been sleeping with Harrington," sneered the jock, grabbing your waist, "now don't be a fucking bitch about it, and take it like a good girl, prom queen."

No," you tried to wriggle away, but the jock was too strong for you. He hoisted you up on the table and you knew the worst was going to happen. Who would notice? Everyone here was so shitfaced. The tears began to form in your eyes, there was no way you were getting out of this. "No, leave me alone. Please don't want to. Leave me alone. Steve. Steve! Steve! Leave me alone! Stop it. Steve!"

The moment he heard your screams from your screams from across the room he saw red. Steve dropped the ping-pong ball, heart thudding angrily in his chest. Someone was touching you. Someone was touching you. Where were you?

And then Steve found you. Struggling up on a table with some drunk asshole jock dickhead trying to grope you. The rage boiled in Steve's body. No one was allowed to touch you like that. No one.

The tears fell in streams from your eyes as the jock left sloppy kisses down your neck. Maybe, if you kept shaking your head, he would stop. "No, please. Please someone help me. Steve. Steve." you were shaking, fingers gripping the table when the jock flew off you like a superhero.

No, not like a superhero. Like someone had pulled him off. Dragged him. And threw him to the ground. Grabbed him by the collar and punched him in the face once, twice, a third, fourth, fifth time until you could hear better again.

"Don't - you - ever - DON'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH HER AGAIN," and you wanted to tell Steve to stop, but you couldn't, your voice wouldn't work. Steve was still speaking between punches as he beat the jock unconsious, "SHE SAID NO! Don't you ever come near her again ever, ever!" and when Steve was finished two other emotions washed over his face, panic and worry as he ran over to you.

You were still on the table as you cried softly into Steve's shirt, limbs shaking almost numbly. You hadn't even realised when he'd lifted you up gently and held you close to him, His voice was shaky but he spoke calmly, "where did he touch you? Where did he touch you, baby?" you didn't know why he was calling you that, but it felt nice. Safe.

You shook your head into his neck, "n - no, he didn't. He didn't touch me. He just used his lips but I knew he was gonna but he didn't." Steve exhaled largely. You felt bad that he was still carrying you but you couldn't bear to face anyone at the party right now. Still speaking into his neck, you hiccuped the words, "Stevie. Wanna - wanna go home. Back to. Back to your place please please," using the nickname he'd had and hated since you were kids.

His voice was broken as he spoke, "yeah, yeah of course. Of course, baby, I'm taking you home now. You're okay. You're gonna be okay." the people watching left, but you couldn't muster anything to say except for the softest "Stevie. Love you." that spilled like vanishing smoke as Steve let out the words in a hearty sob, "I love you too," placing you gently in the seat of his car.

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the idea of will sacrificing himself (not dying) to the upside down so the gates can be closed and being assumed gone for 2 years only to return when vecna begins his final move is something i can't get out of my head.

like imagine will can close the gates with touch. because his essense has vecna and the gates automatically close cause of that (idk the technicalities). imagine him realising that if he himself entered the upside down, he could essentially close every gate opened.

imagine him walking to a gate and mike, shaky with disbelief and drawing horror following him, trying to stop him. imagine will turning around and smiling, "i know how to save hawkins mike. I'm casting protection." imagine him teary eyed going, "I wanted you to know, telling you that el asked me to make that painting was the only lie i ever told you." imagine will turning around and slipping into one of the gates and all around the gates closing. mike collapsing to the ground as the party gathers around. mike silent with shock as nancy holds him. el's cries rending the air.

imagine two years later and the party's in a different place, but stuck toegther even then. separating feels risky even now, when the upside down has remained dormant for two years. max had awoken days after will's disappearance. will had saved her from vecna's mind by somehow piggybacking vecna's own mind and cloaking his presence. now she's well on her way to recovery, but the shadow of will stays.

so imagine the party everyday, going to school coming back, doing homework and having fun even as they all feel the loss everyday. mike is the worst hit. he'd still, 2 years hence, turn around and talk to will before he catches himself. mike takes one look at the painting that's still rolled up in his room and runs for the bathroom because the idea that till the end, he didn't know how will was so brave, makes him sick to the stomach.

so imagine mike coming down the stairs, sitting down to pretend he has any appetite for breakfast before school when he hears it.

"Reports of outages are coming in from various parts of Indiana. The people have been assured that it's the effect of the recent cloudbursts that have hit the state. In other news, 12 year old James Frank was found after an anonymous tip was called in near the place that marked the disappearance of Will Byers back in 1983. James told the police that the young man who called in the tip told him to not reveal his identity. He also said that he was saved from a "dark and cold place" by the young man. The search is on for the anonymous good samaritan. Meanwhile the residents of Indiana wonder if the town of Hawkins is having its curse revive."

Mike looking at Nancy and Nancy knows. Her brother won't rest until they're back. The radio is cackling with all their friend's voices. They all heard.

They come back to the town. Hawkins is as Hawkins has been, sleepy and cold in a way no place, even actual Polar regions could be. They stay at Hoppers Cabin that they maintained and visited every other month.

It's nighttime and the news meanwhile tells them of mysterious animal killings in the woods. Nancy and Jonathan have a hunch so they get out of the house, armed to the teeth. Sure enough they can hear the demogorgon growl and it's almost a familiar memory, the fear. This demogorgon is sharper though. It sneaks and prowls and before they know it, it's leaping out at their backs, mouth open with many more razor sharp teeth than before.

They're armed though and ready to use it when the demogorgon stops midstep and its head falls to the ground. In a second, the shadow that downed it has gotten out a lighter and burned the monster.

"Are you out of your mind? Don't you know how dangerous these woods are? You could have been killed!"

Jonathan brings his torch up from the burning demogorgon to the persons face. In the steady light of his flashlight and the flickering of the flames, Jonathan and Nancy gasp.

"Will...?"

His brother is older. His hair is a shaggier, unkempt version of Jon's own, tied at the back. The shock on his face doesn't hide the grime, the hardness in his eyes. But the hardness can't hide the kindness that has always been Will either. This is a Will who has seen and dealt with horrors on such a daily basis that it has changed him as a person but kept his soul the same.

"Jon- Jonathan?"

If nothing, the softness in his voice speaks to who he is.

Will was found again and that's where the final battle starts.

The reappearance of will byers.

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