#van 008.

[xaviermattthews]

who: xavier matthews + vanessa gable // @vanessagable

where: x's los angeles aparment, circa april 2020

trigger warnings: drugs, cheating mention, .nsfw mention, alcohol

VAN --

It felt unnatural to keep something from Xavier. She was often more vulnerable with him than what she had ever been with any other person.

Which was part of the problem. And she knew that.

They often skirted talk about her husband, which is why the conversation about his career and what jobs he was booking never came up. She'd lived in the pretend of it for awhile -- that everything could somehow be sustainable even with change. And she had known X well enough and long enough to know that changed was never something he coped well with.

But she was leaving in two days. She couldn't put it off any longer.

For lack of any other offering she could think of, she arrived knocking on his door with a bottle of the most expensive tequlia she could find in hand.

And a rock in her stomach.

X --

A knock on the door and X's head immediately sprang up to look at the back of it from where he sat on the couch neatly cutting lines with his credit card. Had he texted for more white? He probably had and had forgotten after he got distracted by the burst of inspiration he had that was scribbled in almost incomprehensible letters in his notebook.

With his shirt fully unbuttoned where it hung on his body, he put his credit card down and got up and walked around the coffee table to open the door.

It wasn't his dealer, but it was a much better surprise.

"Baby," He greets with the kind of smile he only got when he's gotten more into a bottle of Hennessy than he should have. His arm hooked around her shoulders to usher her into his place and to draw her into his body so he could kiss her forehead and her temple and the side of her face in an onslaught of affection before he releases her so he could wander back inside.

"What you doing here?" X asked as he collapsed back down onto the couch, slumped in how he sat with both his arms held out in a beckon for her to come join him -- across the room was too far for his liking.

VAN --

The utterance of 'baby' makes her stomach twist as much as his smile does -- because she knows that smile. It means he's been using for an hour at least and had a round of shots all to himself.

She should have told him she was coming. She should have asked him to be sober when she got there. She shouldn't have brought tequlia. She should have done all of this two weeks ago.

She's grateful that he can't see her face as he's kissing over it -- she'd never much had a poker face. Especially not with him.

Van's eyes follow him as he makes his way back from the couch, still wearing her denim jacket as she sets the bottle down on the table. It's impossible to look anywhere but the white lines, but she fights the urge she feels to swipe her had across them and scatter them to the wind. She had a terrible feeling that he'd lick the remnants off of her fingers for the taste.

"Um, I need to talk to you," she starts, her fingers laced in front of her as she takes a breath and considers him, not moving from her spot across the room.

"How fucked up are you right now, X?" X --

When she places the bottle down, he instinctively sits forward to pick it up, inspecting the label. Tequila, not his favorite but it was at that moment because it was forty proof and in front of him.

He doesn’t open it, instead he places it back down as he looks across the room at her, trying to discern why she was across the room and not on his lap. Had he pissed her off somehow? Probably.

Everything was a little hazy to him right then.

“I’m not fucked up.” He tells her, even though the fact he couldn’t do another line then because they were having a conversation was starting to make him too aware of his own heartbeat.

“What do you want to talk about?”

VAN --

"I'm not fucked up."

How many times had she heard that one? How many sound checks had he'd stumbled into? How many times she'd picked him up off a green room floor? How many times with his mouth against hers and she tasted something too chemical?

Enough times. Enough to know a lie when she sees it.

She shakes her head slightly to herself. There's no way this goes well or even halfway well. But if she tries to wait for a moment where he's sober she could be waiting years or until the day he dies.

Van bends down to pick up the bottle of tequlia, she pulls out the stopper with a heavy sigh and takes a mouthful and swallows it clean before putting it back down.

"Um. Lee got a job. A big one. Lead in a new series based on some James Patterson shit. For Netflix. He quit the soap."

X --

X’s mood instantly sours at the mention of her husband, the man an ever present figure in the background of his mind whenever he was around Van. Easily ignored, but still there.

“Am I supposed to say congratulations?”

He tended not to say anything about him if he could help it, he was rarely nice on the topic.

VAN --

"No," Van says through a frown, brows furrowed as she looks at him and crosses her arms over her chest.

Even getting him to acknowledge the man she'd been married to for over a decade was treated with the same amount of dread and distate as being sat for a root canal; it seemed the longer she knew X the more petulant he became about someone else having the audacity of knowing her first.

"But it's filming in Toronto. And it's a six month shoot. And I'm gonna go with him."

X --

There was silence in the immediate aftermath of her news, one that stretched on for an eternity though it count by have been more than a few seconds.

Then he laughed.

The sound was mirthless, devoid of any joy as his mind tried to find where he thought she thought the punchline was in her words because that’s what it had to be. A joke.

“You’re not going to fucking Canada, Van.” He tells her, sitting forward again so he could reach for the tequila, this time he was taking the top off and taking a swig of it.

“Coming in here saying stupid shit like that like we ain’t got gigs lined up.”

VAN --

There's absolutely no comfort brought by the sound of his lap, the line between her brow only growing deeper as his tone follows.

She doesn't know if she's annoyed or worried.

Annoyance takes the drivers seat.

"I am going to Canada. In two days," she adds, posture unmoving and tone more defiant than what she'd initially planned.

"The label knows and they're sending in a sub bassist until September."

X --

X’s hand lifts to his face, rubbing his eye as he found himself the sudden victim of a migraine of sorts. He places the bottle down at his feet and then looks to his bandmate, his expression that of simmering rage.

“You’re bailing on us to go follow your husband to Canada for his job?”

He was trying to follow the threads here, but so far the picture they displayed wasn’t making much sense.

VAN --

She narrows her gaze at him.

"I'm not following him. I'm going with him."

Her tone is becoming more firm and less contrite.

"And I am not bailing. I am taking a break, Xavier."

X --

Now she was starting to grate on him.

His attention diverts to the lines he carved out that were still on the table, the rolled up 100 dollar bill he had been using now picked back up and re-rolled so he could use it as an aid while he leaned over and snorted the closest one to him with little residue left behind.

He places the bill down again and straightens up, wiping his nose with his thumb before he’s looking at her again, a little more wild-eyed before.

“If you fuck off to Canada for six months you better not think you’re going to come back here and still be a member of this band.”

VAN --

He couldn't do it. He couldn't have one single real conversation with her without having having to literally put a line in the middle of it.

And she finds the worst part is is that she doesn't stop him. She knows she can't -- she just watches him do it, like watching a car wreck happen from three lanes away.

"It's just a break," she repeats to him, her voice remaining even but grounded. "We've been on tour for the better part of the year. I need a break and I need to spend time with my family…"

X --

That wired feeling he likes that takes over his whole body felt like too much when he was faced with a waking nightmare — losing her.

He could deal with anything but that.

“So we’re not your fucking family now?” X asked, on his feet suddenly, his hand movements erratic as he ranted.

“You want a fucking break while we’re on the verge of our big one. We’re so fucking close to it and you want a sub to step in so you can be a full time wife.”

It makes his skin crawl to think about the two of them together, and it would be all he could think about the entire time she would be gone.

“That’s fucking pathetic, V. You can see that, right?”

VAN --

"That's not what I fucking mean and you know that," she argues when he puts words into her mouth, gaze following his abrupt movements as suddenly he's up from the couch.

As if the band hadn't been what had kept her afloat the last several years. As if it wasn't where she was at her happiest and most proud. As if she hadn't poured just as much of herself into it as he had.

She takes in a long breath through her nose and squares her jaw.

"It's not pathetic to want to be happy with my husband. There's nothing wrong with that. You just have a fuckin vendetta…"

X --

“You tryna be happy with your husband every time you let me make you cum?”

It’s a low blow and he knows it as soon as he says it, but he doesn’t apologize because he never has before and he isn’t about to start now.

She was integral to everything Submergence was, everything he was, and he had never had to truly contend with the idea of her not being there.

His pacing was as sloppy and out of time as he was, only coming to a halt when he was stood directly in front of her. It was then that he takes her face in his hands, his hold gentle as it always was when he touched her.

“Please, baby. Please. Don’t fucking do that. I don’t know how to do this without you. I don’t know how to be me without you. He doesn’t need you, we do. I do.”

VAN --

It's not that what he says isn't fair or unearned -- he's in the right on both fronts on that.

But he's never used their affair against her as a slight, or made her seem horrible about it as she often felt -- not outside of songs, at least. It stings and it shows on her face, her nose wrinkling in disgust as she looks away from him.

Her face is only brought back to him by the guidance of his hands, her jaw still clenched stubbornly to keep her lips for quivering.

It isn't fair for him to call her baby right now.

"You don't need me. You just said I'd be out of the fucking band if I go. So you must think you can get on just fine, huh?"

X --

He leans down as she speaks, his forehead pressing to hers gently as they exchange warring words. X had never cared much about how combative he could be, he was always someone who found some thrill in the battle, but it was hard not to hurt himself in the process when his opponent was Van.

They had always been on the same team.

“You know that’s not true. I know you know that. Stay.”

VAN --

"How am I supposed to know that's not true, you just fucking said it…"

Her voice is hollowed, a far cry from the soul she usually sings in when she's at the mic backing him up.

There's still hurt in her eyes as she looks up at him, their foreheads togethers as her breath shakes.

"Stay. Stay and do what, X?" she questions, her voice low and between them. "Hmm? Stay and watch you do another line?"

X --

His shoulders tense at her final question, his thumb stroking against her jaw as his face lifts from hers and he takes a step back from her, oscillating between anger and hurt at a speed so rapid he couldn’t dissociate the two.

“It’s s fucking line, Van. Don’t make it sound like it’s something it’s not.” There was an unspoken agreement in the band — don’t mention X’s using. He never took it well, no matter what kind of place it was coming from.

“Fucking coming over here acting like you can tell me how I’m supposed to be living when you’re about to throw everything away for the same motherfucker who’s been weighing you down since you were a teenager. Least I can do another line if I want to. You can’t do another fucking life.”

VAN --

"You're doing coke in your apartment alone at 9 pm on a Tuesday, so maybe it's exactly how it sounds," she says, eyes still on his as he pulls himself back from her.

She knows she's struck a nerve in him -- one that she'd previously been protecting. She's made so many excuses over the years for the way he used, she's tried to put herself between him and the highs as if she could be the more alluring and safe option than whatever pills or needles he could get his hands on.

Van realizes with a feeling of sinking that she's probably only further pained him and made everything worse. Having but not having her killing him just as much.

"He doesn't weigh me down," Van argues, even when in her gut she knows that he's right. But it's like him and his vices, and she rationalizes herself around it the way trees in the forest do when there's an abandoned car or bike in their way.

"When you're married you make sacrifies. You give shit up when you love someone," she swallows hard, hurt on the edges of her next words.

"You only love one thing that much, so I don't expect you to understand it."

X --

“Fuck you.” X says without hesitating, the bite in his delivery as deliberate as he was when he had been cutting the very lines she was judging him for. He’s a little unsteady on his feet as he makes a swipe for his box of cigarettes that was open on the coffee table, taking one from it and tossing the box back where he got it before he held it between his lips to light it.

He needs to fill his lungs with something other than air, to prove to himself there was something in his chest other than the hollowness he feels at the conversation at hand, at the fact he would lose her to another country and to a man who could live a hundred life times and not deserve her in a single one of them.

( There was no man more qualified than him to make that observation — it was true for him too. )

“You’re right though, I don’t understand. I don’t understand how you can be as good as you are at what you do and still be unwilling to be great. Because you’ll never be that with him dragging you down. One foot in this world, one foot in his. Half the focus, half the talent, half a person. Who the fuck are you, Van? Do you even know?” His question is asked around an exhale as he breathes out cigarette smoke, his stare locked on her from across the room. Even then, she’s too far away, yet he’s supposed to be able to stomach her in another country.

“Because right now, I don’t. You’re just some guy’s wife. It’s pathetic and it’s beneath you. And if that’s what you want to be, if that’s all you are, get the fuck out of this apartment, get on that plane and lose my fucking number. Have fun playing house, and when the house comes down on you and you realise you made a shitty call, don’t come knocking. Bassists aren’t hard to come by, we’ll be just fine. I’ll be just fine.”

VAN --

"Fuck you, too," Van bites right back without a moment's breath, like a reflex in spite of the fact that her voice rarely holds that kind of venom for anyone -- especially him.

She watches him with her jaw heavily set, biting on the inside of her lower lip as her eyes keep a narrow gaze on his movements.

Vanessa Gable feels everything from the heart, but in this moment she'd rather draw her own blood than give him the satisfaction of her tears.

Even when he's making her feel a foot tall.

Even when he's right.

"Do you even know?!" she shouts at him incredulously, the force of the words taking her a step forward.

"Because for the last three months you haven't looked me in the eye, X, you've fucking looked through them. This is the first time you've listened to a word I've had to say in weeks. We don't even fucking play together anymore because every fucking gig of the last leg has turned into the Xavier Matthews ego hour. And the last time you fucked me you didn't give a single fuck that it was me. You weren't even on the same fucking planet as me, there wasn't a fucking thing in your eyes and I -- I haven't ever felt that fucking used in my entire life so I think you've forgotten who the fuck I am, too."

She inhales sharply, eyes dead on him.

"So you know what? I'll be pathetic. And while we're at it, mark me down as a coward -- because if this is the path you're going to keep going down then I can't fucking walk it with you. I won't. I'm not gonna stay here and watch you run your fucking genius into the absolute waste that you seem to be aiming for."

X --

“There. That.”

X says with a point of his index finger at her, her words bringing about epiphanies in real time for him. The syllables feels like a scalpel to him, a phantom incision that slices from stomach to sternum until he’s nothing more than spilled guts on the floor.

“We’re not on the same planet. You can’t even comprehend where I’m at, what I’m aiming for.”

X thought he was clever enough to not befall the same fate as Icarus — he wouldn’t fly too close to the sun, he would become it instead.

A band that revolved around him, a fan base that found illumination in the light he cast, ambition that burned brighter than any open flame.

He was the fucking sun.

He had it all figured out. He had himself all figured out.

He never factored in Vanessa Gable.

The scorched earth that he would have to leave in his wake had never been a factor he cared about until it became her. Until it was soft hands and kisses that had meaning and talent that was enviable even to him. Until it became a feeling that was bigger than he was.

She’s all he wants to hold even though he knows she’ll turn to ash in hands if she stayed.

“If I’m that hard to be around, if you think I’m just a dead end road, go. You want to know why I’ll always choose the drugs over you? Because they choose me back. You never did. You never will. So you’re right. You are a fucking coward. So run back to your husband, to your marriage, to what’s easy and expected of you and when I win a Grammy and I’m stood there thinking who to thank I’ll look back on this moment and I’ll be so sincere when I say your name because I’ll be eternally grateful for the only good thing you ever did for me and that’s you getting the fuck out of my life.”

VAN --

She used to be able to tell when he would say something he really meant -- she could be laser-eyed and find the truest sentiment in the layers of bullshit he displayed to the world. She could find it in his lyrics and his rambling on-stage speeches, and in everything he ever said to her when it was just the two of them locked up in a hotel suite.

And even when she didn't agree, she always believed.

And now the waters are more foggy under the layers of mixed substances -- it's harder to tell anymore if there's a difference in what he's saying now or things he's felt all along. But the unwavering conviction is there, so it must be true.

And maybe he's right. Maybe this is the best thing she's ever done for him. Maybe she's been the selfish one all along.

Her head hangs in defeat a moment, amber hair curtaining her face as she sniffs sharply and wipes her eyes, nodding to herself before she brings her eyes back up to him.

There's tears in her eyes and a forced smile of pure heartbreak, making a last-ditch effort to give them both a goodbye that they could live with.

"I really hope you get that, Xavier," she tells him, and while her voice is hoarse and wavering, the sentiment is sincere.

"I look forward to being a footnote in your story."

With that, she turns and makes her way out of his door, closing it calmly behind her so as to not cause any further intrusion into his life.

She'd clearly done enough.

#flashback. #thread. #ft. vanessa gable. #van 008. #timeline: april 2020. #vanessagable #drugs tw #cheating mention tw #alcohol tw #.nsfw mention #long post cw

[madelynraemunson]

CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!x reader)

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Chapter 008: Good Girl, Good Fucking Girl

A flustered Eddie orders you to the backseat of his van after weeks of constant teasing.

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NSFW — dirty-talk, choking, oral (m receiving), face fucking, fingering, deep throating, ball play, slapping, spanking, spitting, hair pulling, aggressive!eddie, daddy kink, dominant!eddie, submissive!shy girl, finger sucking, praising kink, titty fucking, swallowing, basically anything that doesn’t involve a condom bc these bitches aren’t prepared

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“I feel you too, Feel those things you do, In your eyes I see a fire that burns.”

♡

“Back of the van. Now.”

Along with making your pussy swell, Eddie’s ferocity catches you by surprise. He’s never been that rough with you before, even with weeks of his passive aggressive behavior. Eddie’s hand stays glued to your neck while he undresses you with his contentious eyes. He means business.

You rush to the backseat when he releases you, your eagerness to be fucked all the way out making you indifferent to any scratches or scrapes you may acquire along the way.

It makes you look pathetic, you know, but his thirst to have you, even in a well-lit parking lot at borderline dawn would do just about anybody in.

Eddie uses the opportunity of you on all fours to issue a rough smack across your asscheeks. You whimper softly in response.

"Sorry," he coos as he rubs the impact site. "I just couldn’t help myself.”

“That’ll definitely leave a mark,” you comment.

“As intended.”

You lay yourself down on the relatively spacious backseat, propping yourself upwards with your elbows. Eddie follows suit, stumbling on nothing along the way and landing just inches away from your face.

Your hands go up to support him. "Oh my god," you chuckle. You graze up the arms of his leather jacket. "You alright?"

"Better than alright," he replies, undoing his belt and pulling down his jeans. His eyes are fixed on you the whole time. “C’mere.”

Eddie pulls you into another tender kiss, shielding the back of your head with his palm as he lays you all the way down. You instinctively cradle your legs around him, your antsy fingers getting tangled in his thick brown hair, your lips suctioning themselves to his hot, unmarked neck.

Eddie buries his face in your chest, caressing your tits with his tongue and his hands. You palm his erection through his boxers before exploring the small of his back with both your hands. Moaning softly, Eddie grinds himself onto you, getting himself off to the friction of your heat that's barricaded by two stubborn articles of rigid, blue denim.

“‘Tits are fucking perfect,” he says between kisses. “They just sit so pretty.”

It all feels so right. Eddie grabs you by the hips and attempts to thrust further, maximizing your dry touch until you give him the green light to proceed.

“God, I need you now.”

You cup the large and firm protrudence in your hand once again and give his balls a timid squeeze as Eddie groans into your ear.

“You have no idea how long l've been waiting for this,” Eddie continues.

"You and me both," you heave. "Need you so fucking bad, Eddie."

Both of your moans fill the van as your lips crash into each other again, tongues sparring for control. Eddie grabs a hold of your right breast, massaging it gently before playing with your nipples, pinching, rubbing, and flicking to the tempo of his kisses.

"I can't do this," Eddie debates aloud, shaking his head as he plants messy, wet kisses all over your face. “Fuck. I’m screwed.”

You beam up at him, resting your hands on top of his chest. "Don't run from it, Eddie. Just embrace it."

“Kinda too late to retreat, I’m afraid,” he laughs. “I meant I don’t have a condom.”

“We can do other things,” you suggest. “I’m a sucker for foreplay.”

“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Eddie insists.

“I kinda had to. More than twice actually.”

His hand flies to your neck again. You squeal, again.

“Don’t get smart with me now.”

You use this opportunity to get Eddie real fired up. Pouting up at him with your plump lips, you bat your wispy lashes that accessorized your glimmering ‘fuck-me-senseless’ eyes.

“I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Jesus Christ.”

The game of cat and mouse is coming to an end.

Eddie roughly undoes the buttons of your shorts and wrangles them off of you before discarding them off to the side. All in one quick sweep.

His hand lands on your mound and he pauses to admire you before his fingers drive themselves inward. You feel your nipples harden as Eddie continues to venture.

"Fuck, Eddie..." you breathe.

You squirm impatiently as Eddie takes his time pulling down your bright red g-string that unintentionally matched the set he just spoiled you with. He seems to be struggling. To help him out, you reach over to pull your g-string down, but he grabs your wrist and chucks it away. Your heart soars.

“No no, leave ‘em halfway on,” he commands. “It’s hotter that way. Eagerness factor and all.”

You know exactly what Eddie means by that. There’s something so sexy about needing someone so bad that you’re hardly undressed.

Eddie continues to set up access. Meanwhile, you play with his fingers, stripping him of his rings as a hint to how you want him.

Thumb ring, off.

Index finger ring, off.

Middle finger ring, off.

Pinky ring, off.

Eddie doesn’t wear anything on either ring finger. But judging by how this night is headed, you are determined to make that change.

You gasp quietly as Eddie etches gentle circles against your clit, three of his large fingers teasing your already slippery entrance. You breathe out in euphoria when he slides his index finger in.

Testing the waters. Eddie pumps into you in a rotating motion, studying your reaction as you quickly accommodate him.

“Shit,” you moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

Eddie maintains his steady pace.

“Tell me how you like it,” he encourages you.

“Just like that,” your response is almost inaudible. “I like it like that, Eddie.”

“Yeah?” he whispers. “Good.”

The rhythm continues.

“More,” you instruct him before kissing his chin. His emerging 5 o’clock shadow is tickling you, but you don’t care. “Please, Eddie.”

“What does more mean, babygirl?” Eddie questions. “Hm? What can I do for you?”

“F-faster,” you plead. “And one more finger, please.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger swoops in. He begins to pick up speed.

“Fuck!” you cry out.

You grab onto his hair and pull him closer to you. All the while, Eddie is pistoning in and out of you, at a speed and depth so aching, your eyes begin to well with tears.

Eddie smirks. “What are you crying for, honey? It’s what you wanted.”

“I know, I know,” you mewl. “It just feels too good.”

You bridge your pelvis upward to maximize the sensation. The sounds of your arousal slosh around in the backseat, absolute music to Eddie’s ears. He continues to repeatedly taunt that sweet spot of yours.

“Look at you,” he says. “So wet for me, you hear that sweetheart?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you nod.

The pet name sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. His eyes are fixated on you now, watching you shake beneath him. You’re mouthing for more because your voice is nearly gone. Eddie uses his pinky and his thumb to keep you propped upward.

He curves his fingers.

The pressure sensation to shoots up to your navel. You abruptly dig your nails into Eddie’s thigh in response to your detonating senses.

“MMM!” you yelp.

Eddie dares to mock you. “Mm?”

“Feel s-so good,” you stammer. “S-so fucking good. More, please, Eddie. I want more.”

He pumps his fingers into you harder, picking up speed with every thrust. And just when you think you’ve adjusted to him, his ring finger slides in.

You squeal in delight as pressure builds and Eddie advances further. He’s so measured, so rhythmic. Those are guitarist fingers if you ever did experience them.

“You still with me, angel?”

You realize you haven’t spoke or looked at him in a while. A kiss lands on the top of your head as you come back to earth. He needs to feel good now.

“Need your cock, Eddie,” you whimper. “Need to spoil you too.”

He chuckles, ruffling your hair with his other hand. “Aw, shucks. That’s thoughtful of you, dear.”

He kisses your forehead. “Alright.”

You both shift around to new positions and comfort levels. This time you’re on your stomach with your back arched, legs slightly parted so Eddie can keep abusing your cunt with those long, thick fingers of his. Eddie lines his groin up with your mouth, teasing you with how slow he’s pulling down the only thing keeping you from devouring him.

"You're only fucking Steve, right?"

You nod. "And…you're not sleeping with anyone?"

"Currently not." Eddie confirms. "And I'm tested, are you tested?"

You nod eagerly. "Cleared."

And the boxers come down.

He’s huge. Your eyes widen as his dagger springs out, his length just as excruciating as Steve’s, but his girth an entirely different ballpark. You rest a clammy set of fingers atop of it and hold in your breath, realizing your dainty little hand can barely envelope his entire circumference.

A thin strand of his pre-cum leaks from his rosy red tip. All for you.

Amused at your reaction, Eddie gives off a single-syllable chuckle. "What?"

"I think you know what.”

He looks at you slyly. "Do I?"

“You know exactly what you’re doing.”

Eddie shrugs. “Perhaps.” He inches closer to you. “But you’re just as sneaky.”

He gently taps your lips with the tip of his cock, requesting entrance into your mouth. You open up wide, taking him in sliver by sliver, dancing your tongue around his head before moving down his shaft.

“Shit,” he mutters.

You feel him hardening in your mouth. It leaves you stunned. He wasn’t completely hard yet?

You bob your head up and down as you take him, doing swirls around his tip with your tongue and mimicking the motion with your hands as you stroke him. And you don’t want to leave the boys out so after a while, you stroke him with both hands, gliding your thumb along the tip of his head while you tongue his balls. Eddie acquires a huge cluster of your hair and proceeds to lightly guide you.

“My fucking god,” he sputters. “Mmm just like that baby, FUCK.”

Soon he's got your hands behind your back and thrusting into your mouth, the foreshadow of his release running down your chin. You arch your back further to display your pleasure, and to allow easier access for Eddie’s fingers as you throat his long, wide cock to tears.

Meanwhile, his three fingers are a machine, propelling themselves in and out of you, the rattling of your drenched pussy ricocheting off the walls of Eddie's van. Pressure continues to build at your core.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. He pulls his fingers out to spank you. “Wish you can see how pretty you look right now. Give that mouth a nice lil stretch…”

His cock rams the back of your throat repeatedly. Your resistance in the form of a subtle gag makes it known.

"Keep that mouth open, baby," Eddie instructs. "Good girl. Good fucking girl.”

You gag and you gasp as Eddie fucks your throat, jamming into you so hard you’re sure it’s going to bruise tomorrow. A couple more thrusts, and you tap, digging your sharp nails into his thighs and spitting him out to lubricate his dick.

“Yeah ha!” Eddie chuckles euphorically as you go back to swallowing him down. He pulls you in with your hair. “That’s the stuff, baby. Want you to take me until that pretty jaw locks. Want you to still feel me today, tomorrow, and the day after. Do you understand me?"

You nod your head, yes, rapidly. You pause to take in some air, jacking him off with your hand in the meantime, reveling in the dreamy state in his eyes.

The intense fingering continues, this time, he keeps his fingers curved.

“Oh my GOD!” you scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you continue to jerk Eddie off.

Eddie issues you a mild slap across the face causing you to moan in pleasure. He cups your face with a single hand, encouraging you to look at him and to not break eye contact. He wants to watch you fall apart.

He yanks his three fingers out of you and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them instantly.

"Mhm," Eddie pants. "You like how you taste huh?"

You’re all tuckered out. Mouth sore, legs like jello, makeup probably non-existent. But you’re in another world. Too far away from Earth to care. And you don’t plan on coming back down any time soon.

“Let’s give that pretty little mouth a break,” Eddie barters. “Lemme fuck your tits.”

Again, with a singular motion, Eddie unclasps your bra and glides it down and away from your arms. You allow him to flip you back over onto your back and watch in absolute bliss as hovers over you.

Pushing your tits together, you watch as Eddie lines himself up, sliding in between and thrusting himself onto you. You poke your tongue out to graze his dick when you can.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans. “This is so hot.”

“You’re so hot,” you insist.

He blushes. “No you’re so hot. And sweaty.”

Eddie’s secretions mixed with your saliva spill onto your chest as he continues to pleasure himself. The fingers that were once inside of you are now in your mouth. You suck on them hard.

“Havin’ the time of your life aren’t you, my little fuck doll?” Eddie asks.

“Mhm,” you nod. “Love letting you use me, Eds.”

Eddie’s face scrunches as he continues to fuck your breasts, beads of sweat raining down on you as he reaches his peak.

“So fucking dangerous,” Eddie tosses his head back. “This is so dangerous. Holy shit. Wanna cum all over you.”

The phone rings. You two flinch at the noise as it yanks you both out of your lust-filled trance.

"Son of a BITCH!” Eddie growls. He debates letting it go to voicemail, but when he sees who's calling he answers the phone.

"What, Henderson?"

"Oh good, you're still awake!" you hear Dustin pant from the other end of the line. "Can you pick us up please? Skull Rock?"

"W-" Eddie's puzzled. "Us? Who's us? Why are you shitheads up so late?"

"We've been drinking and we don't wanna walk home," Dustin explains. "Especially cuz Lucas keeps walking into oncoming traffic."

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Eddie rages. "You guys work in the afternoon, why would you-"

Eddie slams his palm onto his face as he listens half-assed to Dustin's explanation. They argue back and forth for a little while longer before he caves. Eddie would rather have the boys plastered in his van than in the Uber of a family friend who would snitch to Ms. Claudia Henderson about their shenanigans. Eddie the Hero, per usual.

"I…” Eddie rolls his eyes. "Gotta pick up the boys. If they get caught, a lot of us are in trouble."

“Aw,” you shrug. “Okay.”

“Let’s finish up,” Eddie suggests. “Real quick. Please.”

The easiest ‘yes’ ever. You and Eddie agree to one last face fuck. He thrusts into you messily, eyes closed and concentrated on chasing his release. With his outlet being your pretty, puffy, pink lips it comes quicker than you think.

The thick threads of Eddie’s hot cum shoot to the back of your throat. You swallow instantly, and make sure he’s watching.

Eddie’s mouth flies open as he bears witness to the whole thing. You wipe the remnants of him off with the side of your thumb.

“No need for clean up,” you smile innocently.

For a second it looks like Eddie’s knees almost buckle.

“My god,” he strains. “You need to marry me asap.”

You know it’s a joke, but your heart flutters at the compliment.

“Yeah, right.”

You’re a little bummed the nights been cut short again but you're at ease knowing there's plenty more where that came from.

“I’m so sorry that the night ended this way,” Eddie mutters. “I just didn’t expect literally any of this to happen.”

"It's okay," you giggle. "I remember those days. Dad's controlling ass raised some sneaky kids.”

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah," you nod. "You wouldn't believe the adventures I went on. Billy would tag along too."

Eddie smiles. “Since we’re talking adventures, this one of ours has to be my favorite.”

You two proceed to drive along to Skull Rock, the skull shaped boulder made infamous by Eddie and Steve. Eddie won't go into full detail about how they made it so well known. Just that it was them that did it.

Eddie slithers his hand over to you, resting it atop your thigh.

"Well this changes some things, huh?" he laughs.

"Kinda," you mumble shyly, not even fighting back your ear-to-ear grin anymore.

“In one mile, turn right on Curly Street,” the GPS orders.

A slightly heavy rectangular device lands onto your lap. It’s Eddie’s phone.

"Can you text Dustin for me?" Eddie requests. "Let him know our ETA and all that?"

“Sure!” you oblige.

Eddie gives you his passcode, 0-0-2-0 and you navigate to his text messages to text your rambunctious curly-haired friend.

The concept of it all makes you blush. Eddie trusts you with his phone and letting him text your mutual friends for him. Butterflies form in your stomach.

According to Eds and Siri, you’re five minutes away so that's what you text. Dustin shoots you a thumbs up a few seconds later.

You go to close to the Messenger app. But with an accidental swipe to the left, the conversation below Dustin's happens to catch your eye.

NINA loved "See you soon! 😁”

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[murdrdocs]

INTERVIEW 008

with. eddie munson

includes. non-con voyeurism, perv!eddie, fem!reader, brief murder implications, implied blasphmey (?)

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Tonight, you’re wearing his favorite set. 

It’s been a long day for you. He can tell with the way you look. His eyesight has been declining recently, or maybe he’s just tired, but he cannot see your face as well as he usually can. Still, he notices the frown. 

It doesn’t look right on your usually happy face. On the face that’s usually beaming as you are waving kindly to him from your mailbox while he is climbing in his van. Or the face that morphs into one of empathy anytime he answers your formal question with actual details of his day. 

Still, he thinks you look pretty. 

Walking around your bedroom, previously peeling layers of clothing off your body while your mouth moved in time with lyrics Eddie could not hear. He has his window cracked just a little, but yours was sealed shut tonight. 

Eddie assumes that with the way the night has been going, you’re just going to take a shower and head to sleep. He thinks that maybe, if he is lucky, he will get to see you lotion your body before you put on a new underwear set on and climb into bed. 

He is happy with whatever he could get. 

Which is why he is all the more fulfilled whenever you dig into your top drawer and pull out a blue toy. 

Eddie adjusts position, leaning forward a little more as he prepares. 

He watches you switch the side of your record, a Marvin Gaye one if his guess is correct, sit yourself on your bed, peel your panties off, spread your legs, and then place the toy between plushy thighs. 

You do not tease yourself tonight, instead going right to the main event. The toy presses to your clit, and with the way you are spread open it’s like you have displayed yourself perfectly for Eddie and Eddie only. 

He has the urge to dig into his gray sweatpants and pull his dick out, but he fears pleasuring himself will distract from the show. He decides to focus solely on watching you, storing as much as he can for memories later. 

He takes note of the way your head lolls back when you slide the viberator down just a little. His eyes hungrily drink in the skin of your neck and chest and the way it leads to your still covered tits. He watches the way your stomach tenses as the beginning shocks of an orgasm starts to make its way through your body. 

Like always, Eddie is mesmerized when you cum. You are the prettiest when you cum, he thinks. The face you make is near angelic, he cannot help but compare it to a heavenly body even if it is fucking sinful or whatever. 

He truly thinks whatever is up there crafted your orgasmic face just for him. You’re his, even if you don’t know it yet. 

Because although Eddie was the cause of your shit night, the blood under his fingernails a clue as to why your date seemingly stood you up tonight, he is willing to make it up to you. 

He will be your savior once more tonight, your favorite treat on his kitchen table, ready to be delivered to your doorstep just when you are coming down from your orgasm, everything surely a little hazy enough for you to invite Eddie in.

#🕸️ 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐑 #eddietobr! #eddie munson x reader #eddiesworld! #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader

[regicidal-optimism]

so just close your eyes, enjoy the ride - a schlackity hunger games AU fic

plaques - jenny holzer | skin - lizz hamilton | diaryofadissembler 008 | on love as resistance - angelica alzona | wikipedia | ecstasy and true love - don jacot | in the hand - kate macdowell | mariacfrantz | ghostember | the prison courtyard - van gogh | looming - jenny holzer | astrono77153462 | that's believable | exit - jessica hayworth | so proud of you - debra baxter | gut - jonny bolduc | plaques - jenny holzer | asoftersea -231 | le gilet vert - anne-christine roda | vanishing point - oleksandr shatokhin | asoftersea -95 | creophagy - angelica alzona | keep em coming - john stortz | post-triage - lizz hamilton | angelica alzona | shitty horoscopes vol. ix: the body and the wreckage - amrit brar | that's believable | jessica hayworth | brush elegy - robert motherwell | entangled - genevieve leavold | diaryofadissembler 048

#dsmpshipping #dsmp #schlackity #schlatt #quackity #web weaving #grace dot text #grace dot art #imaginary gardens with real toads #it's kind of a definitional thing #do you like cigarettes dominoes rum #the human heart is hungry gorge

[strangertheories]

STRANGERTHEORIES S5 post index and intro

This index is very long so to avoid clutter on my blog, I've put it under the cut.

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SCROLL DOWN FOR INTRO <3 Here's my S4 index for theories and other random posts which are a bit out of date now. * means the post was written before the release of volume 2.

ST5 theories

Kas theories (Eddie and Max)

Can Vecna see through Max's eyes?

What will happen when Max wakes up?

Quantum Entanglement and ST5

The First Shadow theories

The First Shadow: what is the source of Henry's powers?

The First Shadow: why did Henry kidnap Will?

Two interesting follow up asks: 1, 2 + a small correction

X-Men and Dark Phoenix parallels

Is Henry related to Jane/El

How will S5 play out/end?

Could Mr Clarke return?

Could Kali/008 return?

Could Mike die?

Will Byers

What will Hawkins be like in S5?

Is Holly missing?

What gay Will Byers means to me*

All proof Will is gay (long post for a reason)

What Will Byers having powers might look like

Did Vecna target Will from the start?

Does Vecna want Will dead?

Vecna and Will parallels

Did Will manifest the Upside Down into Hawkins?

Will froze the Upside Down

The psychological bond between Will and Vecna

Does Will have a clone? (Bodygate)

Could Vecna out Will in S5?

Could Lonnie return in S5?

Byler

Gay Mike analysis (volume 2 is not covered)*

Shipping Byler shouldn't be stressful

Mischaracterisation of Will and Mike

Failures in Mike's writing in S3 & S4

Mike outside of romantic relationships

Byler colour coding

The Van Monologue

Why I went off mlvn

Unrequited Byler or no Byler?

Why I started shipping Byler*

Byler headcanons and even more Byler headcanons*

First date headcanons (also includes Steddie, Ronance and Jopper)

Argument for Byler endgame

Is Byler rushed?

Could Byler be Vecna'd in S5?

In defense of bi Mike

Why I like bi Mike

In defense of Byler doubters

Oh god that blew up, so here's my response

A follow up post to the follow up post

Robin Buckley

Highlights of Robin's comic

Platonic Stobin's impact on Robin (long post)

Robin centric headcanons (Ronance)

Robin headcanons pt 2*

Autistic Robin proof*

More autistic Robin content

Robin and camouflaging

No, Robin didn't drastically change personality*

Robin and ableism*

Steve is Robin's comfort person*

Ronance

First date headcanons (also includes Byler, Steddie and Jopper)

Ronance headcanons*

Ronance and overuse of boy drama (follow up post)*

Will Jancy resolve their issues? (goes on about every Nancy ship)

Why Stancy shouldn't be endgame

How would Ronance play out?

Single Nancy vs Ronance

Why I prefer Ronance to Rovickie (a discussion of fandom, canon and headcanon)

Ronance apparently doesn't center Steve enough (debunked)

Bra sharing

Fan art: post 1, post 2, post 3, post 4

General

Unpopular opinions

Eleven's character arc in S4 and hopes for S5

Long Max character analysis*

Which characters might die in ST5?

Panel with actors of Chrissy, Karen and Alexei

Homophobia and queer shipping*

Fandom bullying

Eddie's death is good actually

No, Steve isn't homophobic (to Robin)

Where Steve's character arc went wrong

Characters that I think are autistic and autistic headcanons

On neurodivergent headcanons

Autistic Eleven proof

Nancy and how audiences treat trauma

Eddie's character arc & death

The Duffers planned for more seasons after S1

Ranking of seasons, characters and ships*

Set photos plus short commentary: 1, 2, 3

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Hello fellow Stranger Things fans! This is the index post of my blog, strangertheories, where I make content about Stranger Things! I've been obsessed with Stranger Things for years so I've decided to spare everyone in my life from having to hear me ranting about it and create this blog to share my thoughts. You can also find me on TikTok as forever_ronance and on Letterboxd as crimsonxclover.

I post about Byler, Ronance and most of all, theories (kind of in the name). I try to only post about ST but if I want to post about something else, I'll tag it #not ST related. I regularly answer anons if you are interested in sending me an ask as well!

If my account appeals to you, I would appreciate if you check out my posts. If you're looking for a specific post, I've got you covered- just look at the list above or see what I've posted under the tags I've tagged this post with. My personal favourite section is the ST5 theories as they're my most thought out and analytical posts but hopefully there's something up here that you enjoy. I don't include all of my posts as this index is only my important posts so if you sent me an ask and it's not on the index, that's why. Enjoy reading and thanks for checking out my account!

#stranger things #byler #will byers #stranger things theory #ronance #stranger theories #robin buckley #mike wheeler #st5 #stranger things five #st5 theory #st5 speculation #st theory #eddie munson #jane hopper #eleven #henry creel #vecna #steve harrington #autism #karen wheeler #chrissy cunningham #alexei stranger things #alec utgoff #grace van dien #cara buono #jim hopper

[ahvinculos]

#VÍNCULOS:

sabemos que para algunes es tarea difícil armar conexiones, por lo cual nos esforzamos por hacer de la experiencia algo parecido a un juego. debajo del read more hay una lista con más de cien ideas de las que pueden hacer uso para formar conexiones entre personajes, ya sea que quieran usar la idea así como está o bien utilizarla para profundizar en sus vínculos. lo único que pedimos es que se cumplan las reglas aclaradas a continuación.

INSTRUCCIONES:

les invitamos a compartir una publicación de presentación de sus personajes. recuerden que pueden darle rb desde el blog de vínculos o bien compartir dicho post en el canal de conexiones en el servidor de discord.

pueden hacer uso de cualquier #LUGAR y, si gustan, pueden crear sus propias situaciones en los mismos. en caso contrario, tienen opciones de las que elegir también.

si quieren, pueden dar uso a más de una situación entre dos personajes.

también está permitido armar conexiones POR FUERA de este listado siempre y cuando se respeten las reglas, queda a elección de cada une.

REGLAS:

en primer lugar, les recordamos que la selectividad no está permitida, por lo que les alentamos a formar conexiones con todos los personajes del grupal.

tengan en cuenta que llevan en la ciudad entre uno y dos años, por lo que vínculos como "amigos de la infancia" no estarán permitidos.

tampoco se permitirán los siguientes, en orden a evitar el rol burbuja y que se limiten a dinámicas preestablecidas: ex novios, novios, intereses amorosos directos (es decir, pactar desde ahora que van a estar juntos al iniciar el rol), matrimonios, compromisos y amigos sin compromisos.

#LUGARES y #SITUACIONES.

#LUGAR. en la inauguración del restaurante de la familia zelenka. #001. compartiendo la mesa de degustación. #002. conversación en la barra de cócteles. #003. se cruzan en el baño porque uno de los platos no les ha caído muy bien.

#LUGAR. en el museo de arte de aurelia hills. #004. participan de una visita guiada. #005. coinciden en una actividad interactiva donde los visitantes pueden crear su propia obra de arte. #006. ambos participan de un taller de pintura o escultura organizado por el museo.

#LUGAR. en el aeropuerto de aurelia hills. #007. se conocen durante un retraso en el vuelo. #008. coinciden en la sala vip. #009 comparten un vuelo privado hacia aurelia hills u otro destino.

#LUGAR. en un festival de música llevado a cabo en aurelia hills. #010. se encuentran en la zona vip durante un concierto. #011. coinciden mientras disfrutan de un show al aire libre. #012. comparten una mesa en el buffet del festival.

#LUGAR. en una fiesta de gala en la lujosa mansión de los shin. #013. coinciden en la pista de baile. #014. ambos son invitados de honor. #015. ambos se escapan y coinciden en la sala de entretenimiento de la mansión.

#LUGAR. en el club de polo. #016. participan en un torneo de polo. #017. ambos se anotan en un curso de polo. #018. en un partido benéfico en el que todes participan, les toca ser equipo.

#LUGAR. en un torneo de golf. #019. coinciden en la enfermería. #020. se encuentran mientras dan una vuelta en el campo de golf. #021. hacen una apuesta y uno termina siendo el caddie del otro.

#LUGAR. en una subasta de arte benéfica en la galería de los vorosky. #022. ambos participan en la puja por el mismo artículo. #023. coinciden en la recepción previa a la subasta. #024. les toca en la misma mesa y se divierten ofreciendo sumas exorbitantes de dinero para obligar a que el resto suban sus ofertas al máximo.

#LUGAR. en un evento de caridad en el exclusivo salón de baile. #025. coinciden en una actividad de recaudación de fondos. #026. participan en el comité de la organización. #027. ambos son reconocidos como los mayores contribuyentes del evento.

#LUGAR. en un paseo en yate durante la regata anual. #028. se conocen mientras disfrutan de un cóctel en la cubierta. #029. participan en una actividad de equipo durante el evento. #030. se encuentran al sentarse a disfrutar del atardecer.

#LUGAR. en un spa de lujo en el centro de bienestar de la ciudad. #031. ambos participan en una clase de bienestar y relajación. #032. por error, les agendan el mismo horario en el jacuzzi. #033. se conocen durante una sesión de yoga exclusiva.

#LUGAR. en una de moda de la familia satsuki. #034. participan como modelos. #035. les toca sentarse juntos al costado de la pasarela. #036. coinciden en la fiesta posterior al desfile.

#LUGAR. en una competencia de tenis en la cancha privada del club deportivo local. #037. se enfrentan en un partido de tenis. #038. se conocen mientras disfrutan de un refrigerio. #039. apuestan uno en contra del otro mientras ven un partido.

#LUGAR. en un almuerzo en el exclusivo restaurante en la cima de uno de los tantos rascacielos. #040. uno le quita la reserva al otro. #041. comparten la mesa durante un almuerzo. #042. ambos se escabullen a la parte trasera de la terraza para disfrutar de la vista en tranquilidad.

#LUGAR. en una clase de equitación dictada por la familia svensson. #043. ambos participa en una actividad de salto ecuestre. #044. coinciden durante el paseo a caballo inicial. #045. ambos son enviados a peinar y preparar un mismo caballo.

#LUGAR. en una carrera de autos en el circuito de carreras de lujo. #046. ambos participan en una competición de karting en el circuito de principiantes. #047. se conocen en el área de pits mientras se acercan hablar con gente del ambiente. #048. coinciden en una pequeña exposición de autos de lujo que acompaña la carrera.

#LUGAR. en una exposición de joyería fina de la familia galván. #049. coinciden en un pequeño taller de joyas organizado por la familia. #050. ambos se acercan a la matriarca de la familia para preguntar por la misma joya. #051. se chocan entre sí y desparraman por accidente una bandeja llena de piedras preciosas.

#LUGAR. en un té de la tarde en la mansión histórica de los vanderbilt. #052. se conocen mientras exploran los hermosos jardines de la mansión. #053. uno tira una taza de té encima del otro por accidente. #054. se enfrascan en una competencia de quién puede comer más pastelitos en toda la tarde.

#LUGAR. en una cata exclusiva en la bodega de la familia couronne. #055. comparten la experiencia de participar en la cosecha de uvas. #056. coinciden en una subasta de vinos de colección poco comunes. #057. ambos participan en una visita guiada por la bodega.

#LUGAR. en una ruta de senderismo en las montañas privadas. #058. se conocen en una zona de descanso panorámica durante la ruta de senderismo. #059. ambos se encuentran en una pequeña cascada en la montaña. #060. uno encuentra al otro un tanto perdido.

#LUGAR. en una conferencia de negocios en el centro de convenciones de élite. #061. se conocen durante una sesión de networking. #062. ambos participan como oradores en la conferencia. #063. ambos forman parte del panel de discusión y debate a lo largo del evento.

#LUGAR. en un evento llevado a cabo por la familia suwannarit en celebración del día de la naturaleza. #064. se conocen mientras participan en una caminata. #065. ambos colaboran en la plantación de árboles en una reserva. #066. les toca compartir un pequeño paseo en kayak en la laguna local.

#LUGAR. en una exposición de tecnología de vanguardia en el centro de innovación fundado por los zhang. #067. coinciden mientras interactúan en las exhibiciones. #068. ambos participan en la demostración de práctica de un nuevo dispositivo. #069. se conocen durante una charla de un destacado inventor.

#LUGAR. en la sala vip del casino de la familia vila. #070. jugando uno contra el otro en una mesa de póker. #071. uno le roba al otro su trago en la barra de cócteles. #072. se conocen durante un torneo de blackjack.

#LUGAR. en un concierto íntimo y privado ofrecido a familias seleccionadas de parte de la familia montague. #073. ambos son seleccionados para participar en el karaoke después del show. #074. se encuentran durante la sesión de autógrafos después del concierto. #075. comparten mesa en la cena previa al show.

#LUGAR. en una conferencia sobre la protección ambiental realizada por la familia cattaneo. #076. se conocen mientras participan en mesas de discusión sobre estrategias de conservación. #077. coinciden en un voluntariado. #078. se encuentran al acercarse a los organizadores para realizar una donación.

#LUGAR. en un evento caritativo para la búsqueda de curas de diversas enfermedades realizado por la familia montalvo. tw: sangre. tw: agujas. #079. ambos colaboran en la recaudación de fondos durante el evento. #080. realizan donaciones de objetos de valor para la subasta. #081. se encuentran al anotarse como donantes de sangre y médula osea.

#LUGAR. en un evento caritativo orquestado por la familia hidalgo. #082. se ofrecen como voluntarios para actividades sociales a las afueras de aurelia hills. #083. son voceros en el evento. #084. reciben el reconocimiento como mayores contribuyentes a la causa.

#LUGAR. en un evento de presentación y prueba de vehículos de la última línea llevada a cabo por la familia whittman. #085. ambos participan en una actividad de conducción off-road. #086. se conocen en la presentación de tecnologías avanzadas integradas en los nuevos vehículos. #087. se conocen en una mesa de inversionistas en la empresa de la familia.

#LUGAR. en la fiesta de navidad realizada por la familia de vries. #088. les toca ser el amigo invisible el uno del otro. #089. les toca disfrazarse de mr. y mrs. claus. #090. coinciden en una esquina del salón de la fiesta mientras disfrutan de las delicias navideñas.

#LUGAR. en una degustación de café llevada a cabo por la familia atalay. #091. se conocen mientras participan en una cata de granos de café. #092. participan una clase de barismo exclusiva. #093. se anotan para aprender sobre el proceso del tostado del café.

#LUGAR. en un evento de deportes electrónicos organizado por la familia park. #094. coinciden mientras participan de un torneo de videojuegos. #095. ambos son parte de una liga de deportes electrónicos. #096. coinciden en una zona de realidad virtual durante el evento.

#LUGAR. en una subasta de aviones de lujo llevada a cabo por la familia havoc. #097. se conocen mientras participan en la puja por un avión privado. #098. son invitados a una sesión de demostración de vuelo. #099. se conocen en un curso de seguridad aeronáutica.

#LUGAR. en el cumpleaños del padre de la familia grimaldi-casiraghi. #100. ambos obsequian el mismo regalo al cumpleañero. #101. uno le tira la bebida encima al otro en pleno brindis. #102. ambos participan de una actividad de juego organizada como parte de la fiesta.

#LUGAR. en la fiesta por el día de la independencia de la familia graze-juri. #103. se conocen mientras se quejan con los organizadores por el uso de la pirotecnia. #104. participan de un desfile temático en el evento. #105. les toca en la misma mesa a la hora de la cena.

#LUGAR. en la fiesta de la familia baek por la celebración del estreno de su reality show. #106. aparecen al mismo tiempo en la alfombra roja del evento. #107. se conocen mientras disfrutan de una cena temática con comida típica surcoreana. #108. coinciden en una entrevista con la prensa.

#LUGAR. en la apertura de una de las torres de shoppings más grandes de la ciudad llevada, un proyecto realizado por la familia campbell. #109. se conocen mientras exploran las nuevas tiendas exclusivas. #110. participan en una sesión de fotos para publicitar el lugar. #111. ambos participan de una sesión de compras personalizadas.

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(1/4/2023)

Raging Supermarket

Here I will put the original version of the stories. If you find any errors or want to add translation, please tell me. May put translations here if I find it. May add the images later. Will make it look better later.

001

Eiichi

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

エンジェルの好ましい点など数限りなくある。あえて挙げるとすれば、一途さだろうか。いつも細かなところまで見てくれているのが本当にありがたい。お前の愛に応えるべく、さらに上を目指す。相思相愛という言葉がこれほど似つかわしい関係性もないだろう。

002

Kira

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

清らかで美しくありながら、情熱的な部分も持ち合わせているその心。エンジェルが俺へと届けてくれる想いには、どんな表現であれ必ずひたむきな強さを感じる。それが俺に限りない喜びをくれる。俺がどれだけ愛を伝えていても、いつもお前には敵わないと思う。

003

Nagi

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

やっぱり、とびっきりカワイイところだよ☆　ナギたちってずっと一緒にいるから、段々似てきてるのかも♪　エンジェルがボクを褒めてくれたり、笑ってくれたりするたびにすっごくドキドキしちゃう。だって大好きな相手なんだもん。そこも、ナギと同じだよね？

004

Eiji

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

俺を優しく見守ってくれるところ、かな。どんな時もエンジェルが傍にいるって思ったら、できないことなんて何もないかもしれない。それくらい前向きな気持ちになれるんだ。いつもありがとう、たくさんの勇気をくれて。俺の心の支えは、いつだって君なんだ。

005

Van

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

ワイらのことをしっかり信じてついてきてくれる、眩しい姿を特に愛しとる。ワイが好きやでって伝えた時はちゃんとそれに応えてくれるから、エンジェルは人生における最高のパートナーなんや！　このまま2人3脚で進んでって、楽しいことたくさんしよな！

006

Yamato

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

いつも素直なところ。どんなおれの一面も笑顔で受け入れてくれてるだろ。心があったかくて、真っ直ぐなんだよな。見てるだけで、こっちまでなんだかうれしくなっちまう。すげぇパワーだ。これからもおまえのことを教えてほしい。もっと好きになるために。

007

Shion

Q01

エンジェルの好きなところ

包み込むような癒しをもたらしてくれるところだろうか。エンジェルは常に我を理解しようと、そっと寄り添ってくれる。おかげで天草の胸はいつでも温かい。贈ってくれる愛の深さも、想像を容易に凌駕していく。どうかこの先も傍にいてほしいと願うばかりだ。

008

Eiichi

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

好みに合わせて、俺が最高のひとときを贈る側でありたいと思う。全て俺に委ねてほしい。お前はその心ひとつで来ればいい。少し遠出して、その場所でしか得られない経験を分かち合うのも楽しいだろう。お前の良い思い出の中でも、いつも共にありたいのだ。

009

Kira

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

最初にお前の希望を聞きたい。おおよその方向性が決まったら、後は俺がプランニングをしよう。俺の趣味はインドアなものが多いが、もちろんそれに合わせる必要はない。相手に喜んでもらう。それが何より優先すべきことだ。お前の幸せは俺の幸せでもある。

010

Nagi

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

ボクがしっかりリードしてあげる☆　流行ってるところとかナギのお気に入りスポットをたっくさん入れた、完璧なデートプランを作っていくんだから♪　おうちデートもいいけど、一緒に外にお出かけする方がナギは好きかな～。もちろん、手を繋いでね☆

011

Eiji

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

君がしたいことを俺も一緒にしたいな。リードされたいっていうか、君を笑顔にする手伝いがしたいっていうのが正しいのかもしれない。だから、遠慮しないで何でも言ってほしい。もし俺が場所を選ぶなら、外かな。やっぱり緑が綺麗なところになる気がする。

012

Van

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

アンタが行きたい場所でも、ワイのおすすめでも、どんな希望でも叶えたるで！　ワイはどっちかって言うたらアウトドア派やけど、部屋でまったり過ごすんも外とはまた違うよさがたくさんあるもんや。どこでもしっかり楽しませたる！　安心して任せといてや。

013

Yamato

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

行き先はおまえに合わせて考えるのがいいと思う。おれに付き合わせると、絶対外で体を動かすもんになるからな。そればっかじゃ面白くねぇだろ。あとはその時の気分を大事にする。その日の天気とかもあるし、直接顔を見て、ぴんと来たところに行くのはどうだ？

014

Shion

Q02

エンジェルをおもてなしするなら？

前に立ち力強く引っ張っていくという行為は、少々不得手だ……。ゆえにそなたとは、肩を並べ互いを気遣いつつ、ゆっくり歩みたいと思っている。行き先は落ち着いて過ごせるところが望ましい。家の中や、外ならばゆったりと散策を楽しめる場所などだろうか。

015

Eiichi

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

HE★VENSは俺の全てだ。常に心を傾けるべき存在であり、心を預けられる素晴らしい相手でもある。才能に溢れるメンバーたちを率いるリーダーとして責任感を持ち、新しい世界を見せねばならないと肝に銘じている。俺が一番楽しませてもらっているな。

Q16

Kira

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

この手で守るべきもの。俺1人では到底叶えられないことであっても、7人であれば達成できる。この奇跡が俺を成長させると共に、志を同じくすることによる喜びを与えてくれる。これからも陰日向にメンバーのことを支え、エンジェルを楽園へ導きたい。

017

Nagi

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

最上のものを生み出せる最高のグループ。パフォーマンスの時は凸凹な個性がパズルのピースみたいにぴったりハマる。想像もつかない化学反応を生み出したりして、すっごく気持ちいいの！　ちょ～っと抜けてるとこもあるけど、そこはナギがフォローしてあげる☆

018

Eiji

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

一緒にいると心強い。立ち止まっちゃいそうな時は背中を押してくれるし、年齢差なんて感じないくらい、ありのままの自分でいられる。でも馴れ合いってわけじゃない。俺もみんなに相応しい自分でいたいから、頑張れるんだ。幸せな毎日をもらってばかりだよ。

019

Van

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

いいところは伸ばし合って、足りひんところは補い合える。エンジェルを想う心は同じ、バランスのええグループや！　共同生活しとるだけあって、規則正しいし相手への気遣いも持っとるから、心地よく過ごせるんやな。盛り上げ役のワイがみんなを笑顔にしたる！

020

Yamato

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

最強！　それ以外にねぇだろ。信じあってるからこそ、遠慮なしに本気でぶつかりあえる。一緒にいれば未来がひらけてく。立ち止まってる時が全然ねぇのがいい。そんなやつらの中でも、斬り込み隊長はおれの役目だ。いつも結果を出せるようにそなえてるぜ。

021

Shion

Q03

自分にとってHE★VENSとは

なくてはならぬもの。温かな受容を我に感じさせてくれた、唯一無二の仲間たちを愛おしく思う。そして、HE★VENSだからこそ紡ぐことが叶う美しい音色は何ものにも代えがたい幸福……。皆に支えられるばかりでなく、我にできることで役に立ちたい。

022

Eiichi

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

予知能力だな。危機を事前に察知していれば、対策を立てそれを回避することが可能になるだろう。ただし、それ以外のことは知りたくはない。お前との未来は、俺自身の力で切り拓いてこそだ。時に予想もつかないことが起きるのもまた、人生の素晴らしさだろう。

023

Kira

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

物や場所に宿る残留思念を読み取る能力だ。誰かに大切にされていた思い出。作り上げるまでの秘められた努力。どんなところにも、何らかの物語が存在する。歴史から学ぶことは多い。先達の姿をしっかりと見据えた上で、常に新しい俺をお前に見せたいと思う。

024

Nagi

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

瞬間移動で決まりだよね☆　仕事の時にも便利だし、気になってた遠いところにもあっという間に到着できちゃう♪　もちろん、キミの近くにもね！　困るのは、運動不足になっちゃうかもしれないのと、途中の景色が楽しめないくらい。他はいいことずくめでしょ☆

025

Eiji

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

テレパシーとかよさそう。相手が何を望んでいるのかがきちんとわかったら、全部叶えてあげたいなって思う。そしたら、もっと君と近づける。でも、誰にでも秘密はあるものだし、勝手に全部知っちゃうのは絶対良くないよね。だから、君に直接聞くことにする。

026

Van

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

せっかくなら、めっちゃ魔法！って感じの能力が欲しいわ～！　炎とか水とか風とか雷を操るようなやつや。ま、現実やと出番がいつになるのかワイにもわからんけど（笑）　エンジェルのピンチに颯爽と駆けつけてさっとカッコよく助けるんが、理想の姿やな！

027

Yamato

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

今より遠くまで見渡せるようになるとか、すげぇ力が強くなるとか、そういうやつだ。いろいろべんりだし、力はあればあるほどいい。おまえを守るためにもな。ま、トレーニングでもなんとかなるけどよ。そういうもん以外は、おれには使いこなせる気がしねぇ。

028

Shion

Q04

特別な力を持てるなら何がいい？

空を自在に飛べる能力が望ましい。鳥のように心のままに羽ばたき、樹々や大地を高い場所からゆったりと眺める。同じ風景でも、陸を踏みしめ歩く時とはまた違う心地になるだろう。歌詞を作るにも、新たな発想が生まれるやもしれぬ。さぁ、そなたも共に……。

029

Eiichi

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

妥協せず己の心に向き合っていくこと。エンジェルに伝えたいことをどう表現すべきか、どこまでも考え抜き、そのためにできることは何でもしたい。グループ曲でもそのスタンスは変わらない。理想を追い求め、仲間とともに最高の音楽を目指している。

030

Kira

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

歌に込めた想いが伝わるように、言葉選びや歌い方にこだわることだ。おしゃべりな方ではないから、普段俺自身の心の内を伝えることは少ない。だからこそ、歌にはあらゆる想いをのせたいと思っている。そのために必要な挑戦は続けていきたい。

031

Nagi

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

一緒に曲を作っていく人たちとのコミュニケーションは大切にしてる☆　グループ曲だと、メンバーとの話し合いをナギが仕切ることもあるんだよ～？　みんな個性的だから大変なこともあるけど、腕の見せ所って感じ♪　主体的に関わることで成長もできるしね☆

032

Eiji

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

ちょっと前までは、自分の中にある感覚に任せて、自由に歌うことを大切にしてたんだ。最近はもう少し踏み込んで、歌を聴いてくれた人がどういう風になってほしいかも考えて、いろんなバリエーションを試すようにもしてる。音楽の幅も広がってる感じがするよ。

033

Van

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

今も昔も、音楽は楽しく！　がモットーやな。だからこそ、テンション高めのソロ曲が多かったんやけど、最近は曲のテイストも広がってきた気がするわ。ソロやグループのどんな曲調でも、ワイなりに本気で楽しんどるで。何事も、中途半端が一番カッコ悪いやろ？

034

Yamato

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

いろいろと考えるのは性にあわねぇ。とにかく、自分の中からわきあがってくる感覚っつーもんを大事にしてる。それを納得のいく形でエンジェルに見せられるようになるまで、がむしゃらに突き詰めていく。おれにはそのやり方がぴったりだと思ってるぜ。

035

Shion

Q05

曲を制作する上で大切にしていることは？

至高の音楽のため、死力を尽くすこと。詞も、歌も、パフォーマンスも、妥協は許されぬ。我らの音楽は愛するエンジェルに贈るものだからな。そしてそれが、HE★VENSの輝きにも繋がっていく。理想とする音楽に向け、たゆまぬ努力を続けていきたい。

036

Eiichi

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

「口元のほくろ」だろうな。外見の中でも特徴的な部分であり、他者から見てもわかりやすい。これがあるとないとでは、随分印象も変わってしまうだろう。表情を豊かに見せてくれる生まれついてのギフトとでもいうべきもので、俺自身気に入っている。

037

Kira

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

難しい質問だが「目」と答えたい。「目は口程に物を言う」という言葉もあるが、俺が口下手なことを差し引いても、視線を交わせば通じ合うものがあるだろう。自分の感覚というより、周囲の人々が褒めてくれることが多いので、嬉しくて挙げさせてもらった。

038

Nagi

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

全部☆　って言いたいところだけど、あえて言うなら「唇」かな。撮影の時とか、開き方や閉じ方を意識的に調整するの。ナギのプロフェッショナルな表情管理に必要不可欠！　だから特に念入りにケアするよ。エンジェルをこの唇で、もっと魅了していかなきゃね☆

039

Eiji

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

あまり具体的なところが思いつかなくて。「雰囲気」って答えでもいい？　優しいとか、一緒にいると落ち着くって言ってもらえることが多いから、本当に強いて言えばなんだけど。君が良いと思ったところを知りたい。見た目だけじゃなく中身も大切にしたいから。

040

Van

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

待ってたで～その質問！ そりゃもちろん、このキリッとキマった眉毛やんな！　身だしなみとして簡単に整えとるけど、基本は元々の形を活かしてるんや。意外と忘れられがちなとこやけど、少し変わっただけで人相も違うもんになるから、重要やな。

041

Yamato

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

「筋肉」。毎日トレーニングして鍛えてるから、自信あるぜ。だれに見せても恥ずかしくねぇってやつだ。とくに好きなパーツは、背中だ。自分じゃあまり見えねぇから、しっかり意識してきたえることにしてる。男はごちゃごちゃ言わず背中で語るもんだからな。

042

Shion

Q06

自分のチャームポイントは？

「髪の毛」は我ながら好ましいパーツだ。取り立ててケアやセットを施さずとも、指先をくすぐる触り心地や、風になびき頬に当たる感覚も気に入っている。頭を撫でてもらうことが多いのもそういった理由だろうか。ただ、前髪の伸びすぎには注意せねば。

043

Eiichi

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

この命に関する研究だ。何故、このように生まれ付いたのか。何故、死ぬことはないのか。尽きない謎を解き明かさずに放置しておく手はないだろう。俺はエイベルとは違う。真実を掴み、己の望む生を全うしたい。急ぐことのない永遠の旅路には、いい供だしな。

044

Kira

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

自分とゆっくり向き合い、心穏やかにひとり暮らしたいと思う。心ゆくまでピアノを奏でる。様々な本のページをめくる。世界の中で俺だけが異なる時間に生きている。下手に周囲と関わりを持つことはしたくない。庭に留まったキースと似ているかもしれない。

045

Nagi

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

ずっとやりたい！って思ってたことを順番にぜ～んぶやってく♪　諦めなければ、人生には思いもよらない素敵なことが起きるんだって、ミカは知らなくても今のボクは知ってる。だからきっと、ひとつ叶えたらまた次って、すぐに新しい願いが生まれてくるはず☆

046

Eiji

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

エリックがしてたみたいに、真剣に造園に向き合いたいな。新しい品種の花を生み出したりね。かけ合わせをいろいろ試して、庭の中での配置にこだわりながら、お気に入りの形や色の花をたくさん作りたい。それで、その花たちと長い人生を分かち合っていくんだ。

047

Van

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

冒険の旅に出る！　いろんなもんを見て、いろんな人と出会って、新しいもんをどんどん取り入れていくんや。陽気に生きるっちゅうヴァージル本来の希望と同じやな。世界は広いし、もしかしたらワイみたいに永遠に生きとる仲間がどこかにおるかもしれんしな！

048

Yamato

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

今と同じだ。わざわざ特別なことはしねぇ。7人で暮らしてた頃のヒューゴみてぇにな。長く生きるほど特別だって思うことはどんどん減ってく気もする。それなら変に構えずに、普通に暮らすのがいいんじゃねぇか。なんてことない小さな楽しみを大事にしながら。

049

Shion

Q07

もし永遠に生きられるとしたら？

世界がどこにたどり着くのか。行く末を最後まで、この目で見届けたい。栄えてはまた滅びゆく国々。新たに生まれる生命の息吹。宇宙への広がり……。きっと今の天草には計り知れないような未来が味わえるのだろう。閉じた世界を愛したシモンとは異なる部分だ。

050

Eiichi

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

アイドルに恋愛は厳禁。ゆえに特定の1人に対して恋愛感情を抱くこともないのだが……。尊敬できる相手であれば恋に落ちる可能性もあるかもしれないな。とはいえ、依存し合う仲ではなく、対等なパートナーとして互いに高め合えるような関係を築いていきたい。

051

Kira

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

相手への好意を表に出すことはあまりないだろう。自分の想いが正しいのかどうか、慎重になるからだ。交際するからには、先を見据えて相手の人生に責任を持つ必要もある。例え両想いになれたとしても、距離感は大事にしたい。「親しき仲にも礼儀あり」だ。

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Nagi

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

気になる子がいたら、アプローチは積極的にするかも☆　だってその子のことをいろいろ知りたいでしょ？　こんなことを言ったら、あんな顔をするんだ、とかさ♪　キミのことはナギがいっぱい可愛がってあげるから、ぜ～んぶボクに見せてよね☆

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Eiji

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

好きな子のことは何でも知りたいんだけど、いざって時に上手な質問をしたりとかは難しいかも。ちょっとした時に声をかけたり、料理を振る舞ってみたりして距離を縮める感じかな？　案外、メンバーに対してやってることとあまり変わらないのかも……。

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Van

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

ええなと思ったら猛アプローチやな！　もちろん誰でもってわけやないで。ちゃんとワイの中に好きになった理由も持っとる。それに、自分で言うのもなんやけど、好きになったら一途な方やと思うわ（笑）　断られたって諦めへん。何度でもアタックするで～！

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Yamato

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

別にいつもと変わらねぇんじゃねぇか？　駆け引きとか回りくどいことは苦手だから、どうしてほしいか直接聞いたりするかもな。あとは、おれができることを全力でやる。それだけだ。腕っぷしには自信があるから、危ねぇことから守ってやれるとは思うぜ。

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Shion

Q08

恋愛をするとどうなる？

愛が芽生えるほどに心を許した相手ならば、片時も離れず、常に共にいたいと願ってしまうかもしれぬ。我の考えを汲み取り、尊重してくれる者ならなおのこと、希少な存在ゆえ、失うことが恐ろしくすらある。我の全てを捧げ、大切に関係を紡ぎたいものだ。

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Eiichi

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

1人だと静かなことが意外だと言われるな。メンバーやエンジェルの前では無意識に気を張っているが、普段からそのイメージだと思われがちだ。特に眼鏡を外すと己のスイッチが切れる感覚がある。何も考えない時間を寝る前に必ず取り、心をリセットしている。

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Kira

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

表情には出にくいが照れ屋なところがある。新しい環境には戸惑うし、初めての人に会う時は緊張する。極力そうした部分を見せないように努めるのは、俺の理想のアイドル像に近づくためだ。堂々としていると評されるのは、努力が実っているようでありがたい。

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Nagi

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

エンジェルたちには伝わってると思うけど～、ナギはかっこいいことも大好き☆　いつでも宇宙一キュートなナギだけど、プライベートではクールなコーデを着たりして、色んな自分を楽しんでるんだ。あまり決めつけずに、自分がいいと思うものを取り入れたいな♪

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Eiji

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

意外かどうかはわからないけど、俺って結構わがままで、自分勝手だなって思うことがあるよ。良く言えば、マイペースなんだけど……。特に兄さんやメンバーには、こうしたい！ってこだわりを伝えることも多い。甘えすぎてないかなって、反省してる。

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Van

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

あまり見えへんやろうけど、ワイ結構几帳面なタイプなんやで？　きっちりするところはしておきたい。なんや本棚に抜けがあると気になるし、それこそ���ンプリート癖みたいなもんもあるわ。変なとこ細かいっちゅうことやな(笑)

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Yamato

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

普段の自分つっても、おなじだぜ。仕事の時とリラックスしてる時でそんなに差はねぇよ。……あー、できて当たり前って思ってることもほめられたりはするな。漢字の読み書きとか。そりゃ、難しいやつはわかんねぇけどよ。こういうのもギャップってもんか？

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Shion

Q09

意外だと思われそうなところは？

普段とは自然体ということであろうか。興味を抱いたことには積極的に携わるようにしている。自身で望んだことは貪欲に突き詰め、極め抜きたいという想いがあるのだ。常日頃、メンバーに助けられる姿を見せることが多いゆえ、エンジェルには意外やもしれぬな。

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Eiichi

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

コーヒーだな。あまり豆の種類にこだわりはないが、アイスアメリカーノがあればそれを頼んでいる。ホットも悪くはないのだが、温度が高すぎず手軽に水分を摂取できる点と、すっきりとした味わいが時と場合を選ばないのが、注文の頻度が高まる要因だろう。

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Kira

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

これを注文しようと決めて店に足を踏み入れることが少ないので、自分の中で普段から必ず頼むメニューというものはない。幸い好き嫌いもあまりない。誰かが選んだものと同じものを注文することが多いと思う。提供も早く、効率的だからな。

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Nagi

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

限定のスイーツは絶対選ぶよ☆　大抵は旬のものが使われてるから、美味しさは約束されてるもん。その時にしか食べられないって特別さが素敵だし、経験したことのない味にときめくよね～。定番系だとプリンかな？　お店によって全然違うのが面白いんだ♪

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Eiji

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

うーん、そのお店の人気のメニューを選んじゃうかな。メニューを開いて、定番！とかおすすめ！って書かれてるとついつい目に入ってきちゃって。ドリンクだけじゃなくて、軽食もよく頼んでるよ。卵のサンドイッチとか、シンプルで優しい味が好きなんだ。

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Van

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

ワイ、遊び心のあるメニューが好きでな～。ワンプレートにいろんな料理が乗ってるのとか、セットメニューがええな。お得やし、どれから食べようか考えるのも楽しいやん。一度に目の前に並ぶから賑やかな感じも最高！　このワクワクが外食の醍醐味やんな！

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Yamato

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

どうせ店に入るんだったらガッツリ食いてぇ。毎回、1つにしぼりきれなくて困る。オムライスやビーフシチューなんかをよくたのんでる。和食よりは洋食を選ぶことの方が多いな。デザートはそこまでこだわらねぇが、一緒に行ったやつが頼むんなら付き合うぜ。

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Shion

Q10

カフェで頼みがちなものは？

喫茶店は、立地や同行者如何で、我にとって安らぐ場所とは限らぬ。それゆえ心乱されても構わぬよう、軽く済ませることにしている。豊かな香りを漂わせるハーブティーなど、癒されるものが望ましい。あまり挑戦は好まぬ……。普段からよく知る味のものが良い。

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Eiichi

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

クリスマスに赤いセーターを着ていたらサンタみたいだと瑛二が羨ましがったことがあってな。翌年からは、2人で同じセーターとサンタの帽子を被ってクリスマスを祝うことにした。お揃いを喜ぶ瑛二の姿を見ていたら、子供ながらに嬉しい気持ちになったものだ。

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Kira

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

冬は空気が澄んでいて星がよく見えるから、他の季節よりも空を見上げる時間が増える。幼い頃に見た、満天の星空の記憶が強いせいだな。長い夜の間、本を読み、疲れたら部屋の窓から星を見上げる。今も暇があれば、そんな風に過ごしている。俺の好きな時間だ。

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Nagi

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

お正月に家族と過ごすのが好きだったな～☆　あったかい部屋でごちそうが食べられるし。トランプとかすごろくも恒例になってて、大人たちに勝���るまで挑戦したりして。家族ももちろん子供相手だからって手を抜かないから、天才のボクといい勝負だったんだよ♪

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Eiji

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

クリスマスは兄さんとお揃いのセーターを着てお祝いしてたよ。洋服の模様がとても可愛かったし、何よりお揃いなのが嬉しくて、いつもよりもはしゃいでた気がする。ツリーの飾りつけをして、ごちそうを食べて、プレゼントを開けて……全部が素敵な思い出だよ。

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Van

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

冬はワイの誕生日もあって、イベントも目白押しやからワクワクするわ～！　イルミネーションを勢いで見に行ったら、カップルだらけで場違いな感じやったこともあったけどな。ま、1人でも景色には感動したし、ロマンチックな時間を過ごせたわ。1人やけど！

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Yamato

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

雪かきが大仕事だったな。実家の神社の境内が広いから、すげぇ時間がかかるんだよ。体を動かすのは昔も嫌いじゃなかったし、楽しみもあったからいいけどな。積もった雪を雪だるまにしてみたりな。掃除が終わってからもずっと遊んでたもんだ。

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Shion

Q11

冬の思い出といえば？

生まれた地では雪は珍しく、たまに降ると不思議に思ったものだ。ずっと外で眺めていたこともあるのだが、頭や体に雪が積もり、真っ白になってしまった。周囲の大人は驚いていたが、雪と一体になれたようで嬉しかったな。翌日には風邪を引いてしまったが。

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Eiichi

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

レイジングマーケットへようこそ、エンジェル！　美しく誇り高いお前には、レッドソーダを勧めたい。フルーツの風味豊かなソーダで、刺激的な味がポイントだ。爽やかな口当たりはリフレッシュに最適だろう。普段の生活にも必ずや新鮮さを与えてくれるはずだ。

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Kira

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

マイルドな味で、芳醇な香りに癒されるコーヒーはどうだ？　朝、豆からコーヒーを淹れてみると、ゆっくりとした時間の流れを感じられて、生活の質が上がるような気がする。自分で淹れたコーヒーは格別の味だ。お前にも、俺と同じ幸福を味わってみてほしい。

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Nagi

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

ボクのおすすめは、上質な素材を使ったコーンフレーク☆　甘くてハッピーな味で、ミルクをたっぷりかけて食べれば、栄養のバランスもGood♪　フルーツでアレンジするのも良いよね☆　で・も、キミと一緒に食べたらも～っと美味しくなっちゃうかも♪　

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Eiji

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

オーガニックなブルーベリーを添加物なしで仕上げた優しい味のジャムを食べてみて。ゴロゴロした果肉で食べ応えも抜群で、パンに塗っても、アイスのトッピングでも美味しく食べられるよ。君の日常が、このジャムでちょっとでも華やかなものになるといいな。

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Van

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

ポテトチップスは無性に食べたくなるよな～。ワイのおすすめは、とれたてのジャガイモを厳選して使っとるやつや。ウェーブカットで厚切りやから歯ごたえも良くて、食べ出したらもう止まらん！　アンタと食べさせあったら、にっこりスマイル間違いなしやで。

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Yamato

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

トレーニングするなら、欠かせねぇのがプロテインだ。効率よく栄養を摂取できるのがいい。おまけにこいつはストロベリーヨーグルト味で飲みやすいから、もっと飲みたくなっちまう。おまえも同じやつ飲んで、力つけてみねぇか？　後はおれが教えてやるからよ。

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Shion

Q12

レイジングマーケットのおすすめは？

我が選んだのは栄養価の高い緑の野菜が入ったグリーンスープ。具だくさんで野菜の旨みが凝縮され、濃厚な味わいが特徴だ。温めるだけで飲めるゆえ、貯蔵にも向いている。仲間と分け合うのも良いな。そなたにもきっと温もりと笑顔をもたらしてくれるであろう。

#heavens #uta no prince sama #eiichi otori #kira sumeragi #nagi mikado #eiji otori #van ku #van kiryuin #yamato hyuga #shion amakusa #text

[sweetbuckybarnes]

000, the legend

Summary: If 001 was a myth, then 000 was the legend which no one believed.

Tag list: @stardancerluv

After the earthquake ratted through the quaint town of Hawkins, Indiana - the remaining families were introduced to what the young adults (plus Joyce and Hopper) called the 'Upside Down'.

Karen Wheeler was introduced to Mike's girlfriend, who she also came to recognise as the young child who escaped from Hawkins Lab in November 1983.

As everyone reunited in the Wheeler's driveway after a four-way gate to the Upside Down broke through Hawkins, it Alert to the remaining (alive) former test subject of Hawkins Lab.

009.5, also known as Marcy; 008 - El's found sister Kali. And the legend, 000.

The legend no one in the lab ever believed it to be true.

But it was.

A van and a motorbike rolled into Hawkins, a week after the opening of the gate. Landing in the middle of the town, were the pulsing centre was. It beat angrily, like a disturbed bull, preparing to attack.

Two bodies got out of the van, as the other climbed off their bike.

On the opposite side of the four way gate, were the usual Hawkins gang (Mike, El, Will, Lucas, Erica, Dustin, Robin, Steve, Hopper, Joyce. As well as new additions of Murray Bauman and Karen Wheeler - who refused to let her son leave her eyesight).

"Hey, kid," said the helmet wearing human from the other side of the gate. Once removing the helmet, resting it under one of her arms, and staring at the child she had once help raise. "What a surprise seeing you here!"

El's has tipped to the side, trying to figure out where she had seen this strange human in her life.

"You know her?" Mike asked, his hand firmly connected to hers. After they got separated, there was nothing Hopper could do to keep them apart - if anything, they were worse than the summer of 1985.

"I think so..." She trailed off, racking the sparse memories of the lab, but there was no one with her haircut or face shape which stuck out.

The woman from the other side of the gate, smiled a little - it would have been asking to much for 14 year old Eleven to remember her over a decade ago.

"Maybe, this," she said, violet coloured swirls leaving the palms of her hands. "Will help you remember,"

Before any of them could say anything, El was lifted into the air - surrounded by said violet magic. Then she started to giggle. It's more than anything Mike had made her laugh before.

Then a light seemed to go off in El's head - a memory standing out, where she knew this young woman from.

El was slowly placed on the floor, a smile blossoming the motorbike riders face. "Hi, honey,"

"Zero," El muttered, Mike and Hopper (who had come up protectively behind his daughter once she was put down on the ground) heard her - along with Zero.

Using her violet magic, Zero floated herself and her two companions over the gate, to the same side as the Hawkins clan.

Once their feet were on the ground, El let go of Mike's hand, and threw herself into the grips of Zero.

"Look at you," Zero said, once she'd pulled away. "You're all, grown up," her voice got a little choaked up.

El shrugged, not really knowing what to say.

"Can we get back to the problem at hand?" Said Steve, who had been growing progressively grumpier that nothing was being done about the massive gate/portal in the middle of town.

"Harrington's kind of right. Once he's," pointing his finger to the gate. "Dealt with, everything can go back to as normal as possible," Hopper said.

"And you can get your job back," Joyce commented, placing her hand on Hopper's upper arm.

Introductions all around, and the gate examined - 000 wrapped the van and motorbike in violet swirls bring the machines over the gate.

"That's incredible!" Said the curly haired teen with the hat - Dustin.

"Thanks," Zero replied, her swirls never been called 'incredible' before.

Arriving at a large two-story home, which was opened by the leader of the group (a middle aged woman called Karen, the seemingly proud mother of Mike, the boyfriend of her Eleven). Zero could only assume this was her home.

Will seemed to be fidgety the ride over, always looking over his shoulder - like he expected something or someone to be standing there, always raising his right hand to the back of his neck.

"The mind flayer used Will as a host after he was taken into the Upside Down," Joyce explained as the teenagers plus Nancy, Jonathan, Robin and Steve headed down to the basement. "We were able to drive it out of him. But, Will can still feel him, we don't know how, but this Vecna/Henry/One created the mind flayer,"

Zero looked towards the door which lead to the basement, wondering what the hell these teenagers have gone through.

As she headed down the stairs, trying to be as quiet as possible, she could hear the teens talking.

"Who is she?"

"She cared for me in the lab,"

One of the steps creaked, alerting them to her arrival.

"She was the only one who knew I existed," Zero explained. "I was told to watch over her in case something happened. By him,"

"Papa's dead," El said, looking up at Zero, who nodded, taking the open seat on the edge of the soda and gently wrapped her arms around Eleven.

They were silent as this fact rested in the heads of the group. El's captor, and former 'father' figure (if you vould truly call him that), was dead - truly dead. "He can't hurt you anymore. And if you want, after this has been dealt with, I can stick around,"

El looked up at Zero, with her big puppy dog eyes. "Promise?"

From one look at Eleven's face, Zero knew this word meant a lot to her. "I promise, nothing is going to take me away from you again,"

El nearly jumped in her lap, wrapping herself around Zero as if to make sure she would never leave.

Soon, a plan was set into motion. 000, 008 and 009.5 would be going through the gate with Steve, Robin and Nancy to burn and destroy Vecna/Henry/001 (they still hadn't come up with an agreed upon name).

This would be the main plan (as Zero could bend Vecna to her will, Kali would make him see images which weren't there. Marcy never had powers, and would be using one of Nancy's guns to kill Vecna. Karen was surprised when she learnt about her eldest daughter's hidden weapons. Which were headed surprisingly well with 6 year old Holly about.

Before they finished their plan, Zero looked at the group. "If there is anyone, dead or alive, who you want to be pulled out of the Upside Down. You write it down, because once that gate is closed, there's no coming back. It'll be closed forever,"

Nancy looked up. "Barb," one single word. Her best friend since elementary school. The same young girl the Lab covered up her death. Nancy had seen her decaying best friend's body in the pool of Steve's house. Guilt running through her in waves.

"Eddie," was Dustin's request, their former Dungeon Master - and one of Dustin's best friends.

Zero was given two photographs of Barb and Eddie. "No matter what," she took in a breath. "State, their in. We'll bring them home and they can be properly laid to rest,"

But soon, Vecna was defeated as he was left dying on the floor outside the Creel house. Marcy watched over him, making sure she knew he was dead.

However, in a surprising turn of events, Eddie was alive - acting as Vecna's right hand man. But, Eddie shoved his sword through the lung of Vecna - he was struggling to breath as Marcy kept him down with one shoe.

"How far away is Barb from here?" Zero asked, turning her head to face Nancy. Once getting the directions, using her violet swirls, she headed over to collect the dead teen.

"Who's that?" Eddie voiced as she flew away.

Barb was properly buried in her casket, as the gate shrivelled and died - closing away the Upside Down, once and for all.

As promised, Zero stuck around, helping Eleven with her homework and life lessons which were handed to her.

And Eddie was often not so far away. After clearing his name, graduating high school, and flipping the principal the bird as promised. But, he didn't run like hell out of Hawkins, the pretty girl with the violet swirls kept him around.

#sweetheart eddie ❤️ #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #original character: zero

[paintedscales]

008. Dotharl

Nomin comes to learn more about the desert than she expected, as well as receives a pendant from Bayarmaa made from the copper piece from her Tumet trial. The Sagahl van eventually reaches the Dotharl Khaa, and Nomin is told about the souls of Dotharl...and even how souls of others are accepted into the tribe under certain circumstances. During all of this, she also connects with a young member of the Dotharl whose experiences resonate with her own that she immediately finds herself comforted by in some way.

Word count: 4,894

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A day and a half transpired as the Sagahli van pressed forward through Nhaama’s Retreat. In the wake of the harsh sunlight that heated up the sands to incredible temperatures, Bayarmaa and Barghujin took the time one morning to ensure the back of Esenaij’s wain was covered by a thick cotton canopy so that Nomin was shaded from the sun's harsh rays. In the meantime, those who walked took lighter clothes from their packed belongings to wrap around their heads and bodies, also taking the time to get Nomin dressed in the light and airy garments for herself.

“What are these for?” Nomin asked as Bayarmaa helped get her dressed lightly, but protectively.

“To protect you from the harsh heat. These clothes will let your skin breathe while allowing the wind to come through and cool your body. The sun will damage and dehydrate us if we aren't careful out here during Azim’s hours,” Bayarmaa explained. “We may be able to find glorious bounties in the desert if we know what to look for, but even that won't sustain us if we succumb to heat sickness or being too parched to function.”

In addition to helping Nomin dress appropriately for the desert heat, Baryamaa produced a leather cord with the copper filigree. There were some beads made of polished stone and wood that also adorned the necklace, making it prettier to look at. Almost instantly, Nomin beamed widely when it was given to her.

“You made it into a necklace!” Nomin exclaimed, drawing the cord around her neck.

“Mhm! When you told me about it, I took some nights to help shave it down and blunt it a bit so it wouldn’t cut anything anymore. I hope that’s okay? I probably could have fit it into the backing without doing too much…” Bayarmaa started explaining, hoping that some of her work with it would have been fine by Nomin.

“I think you made it pretty!” Nomin happily said, her tail flicking upward every now and then as it fell back into place. She held the copper piece of the necklace in her hand, smiling all the while as she turned it to and fro, letting the sun glint off of it every now and then.

“Then I’m glad,” Bayarmaa replied simply, smiling warmly as she double checked Nomin’s garments to make sure they were secured before telling her to get back onto the wain.

Nomin had her own waterskin that Bayarmaa packed before they fully set off from the Sagahl Iloh, thankfully. It was not something Nomin thought of, so having the water to sup upon while she rode in the back of the shaded wain made all the difference for beating the heat along with the clothes she was made to wear. While she was back there, she had been given the responsibility of ensuring the fruit and vegetables were nestled safely and securely, as well as remaining largely undamaged.

Travel was impeded at one point thanks to a pack of gedan that were traveling the sands. The pack was not large, thankfully; five of them. Nomin was the first to get carried out of harm's way thanks to Daritai's instinct that led him to scooping her up and out of the way from getting her arm chomped by one of the charging hounds. All the while, Barghujin and Keuken held themselves between the rest of the Sagahl and the pack of gedan, their lances pointed forward.

Bayarmaa’s disposition also changed, her hands flew to her bow and arrows to take aim and fire. Once Esenaij quickly got himself freed from the wain’s harness, he also collected his bow and arrows, providing supporting shots from a distance. Though the confrontation with the gedan took more time than they cared for, two were slain, and another two were injured before the remaining gedan ran off to seek easier prey elsewhere.

None of the Sagahl seemed particularly pleased about what transpired, though they paid respects for the beastkin they slayed. Nomin, on the other hand, had been far more hopeful that perhaps there could have been an exception to their ways. Her mouth watered for meat, though it was not meant to be. So, she practiced in paying respects, at least, for the fallen gedan who were now returned to Nhaama’s embrace.

Even though the Sagahl were not particularly pleased about the situation, each of them took on a job of bleeding, gutting, skinning, and butchering the two gedan they fell. Just about everything was collected, anything considered refuse being left to the sand. Hide, bones, meat, fat, sinew… Everything considered useful was prepared and packed away carefully in ways that Nomin never even considered until that moment!

“I'm sorry if that was my fault…” Nomin started when she helped Esenaij with cleaning the bones. She felt guilty, and went on into the why of it. “The Tumet taught some of the khüüked before our trials that if we were to see our trial at all, we needed to avoid the wildlife of the Steppe because small auri like me are more appealing to them as prey…”

Despite Esenaij’s sour disposition on most occasions, he gave a long, resigned sigh. Setting the bones aside in a burlap sack, he looked down at her. “It was not your fault, Nomin. This part of the Retreat is gedan territory, so it will not be uncommon to find them roaming about. Besides, it was not as if you went out of your way to find them and cause trouble. Small groups like that often grow desperate for food, as they cannot often hunt for larger prey with such few numbers.”

Esenaij’s words were gentler than normal, and Nomin’s tail flicked upwards slightly and tentatively as she looked up at him. A small smile graced her lips before she went back to help clean more of the bones that were left over from Daritai butchering the meat. The two of them carried on with idle conversation here and there, Nomin’s curiosities being answered about why they were expending so much effort in preparing the gedan remains if the Sagahl do not partake in eating or using the pieces of beastkin.

“Just because it's our way of life doesn't mean we should let it go to waste when it could benefit someone else who's way of life is different from our own,” Esenaij explained. “The Dotharl won the Naadam, and while our gift to them will surely be appreciated, their way of life here in the desert often revolves around their oasis. Finding food out in the desert is hard enough, they will likely appreciate the added meat once it's delivered.”

“And keeping it packed in that crate with ice crystals will help it stay fresh while we travel?” Nomin asked, glancing back toward Daritai and Keuken working on getting more of the meat cut, cleaned, and wrapped in parchment before packing it away.

“The temperatures the ice crystals will keep the meat at will prevent it from spoiling, yes…” Esenaij replied. He looked thoughtful for a moment, trying to think of any examples that Nomin could know. Finally, as he tied up the bag of bones, he said: “if you've ever encountered snow, perhaps the Tumet have dug holes in it to help preserve meat or even milk? The ice crystals essentially do the same thing without the need for such a heavy winter.”

Nodding along, Nomin hummed in thought at the information she had just received and reached for her waterskin to help wash her hands now that they were done. Though more time was spent getting the gedan remains situated and put away, Nomin watched with intense curiosity as even the hides were stored along with the ice crystals. When she asked about that, she was told that none of them had any materials to even start a tanning process, and that would have to be left to the Dotharl to take care of once delivered.

In the rest of their travels across the desert of Nhaama’s Retreat to the Dotharl Khaa, Nomin kept an eye out for anything that could have attacked them. Gedan, manzasiri, anala…anything that Esenaij and Bayarmaa had told her about, and everything that she learned about when she actually traveled alongside the Tumet as one of their children. What also helped were the recollections and information that Barghujin, Keuken, and Daritai were willing to impart as well in order to help keep Nomin aware.

It was fortuitous that they met with little else on the venture to the Dotharl’s oasis. Of course, when they met with the Dotharl guards, they had stopped them, their words terse and abrasive before Esenaij said that he and the others were here to deliver the tribe a gift. Noting the deeper blue colors of the Sagahl, as well as being shown the bounties of grain and fruit, the Dotharli guards soon relented and allowed the group through.

“Nomin, do you want to explore the oasis while Esenaij and the others make the delivery?” Bayarmaa asked, walking over to Nomin.

“Can I?” Nomin chirped eagerly in question, a smile growing on her face. She eagerly hopped out of the wain and looked around. She had already been quite taken with the sights of the oasis, but the idea of getting to walk around enticed her. She already noted that the ger that were weathered and worn, their blues fading from their time in the sun, day after day.

“Since we're welcome here, we can walk around as long as we don't cause trouble. You should go ahead and walk around as well; get your legs stretched after sitting so long in the wain most of our journey,” Bayarmaa said.

Walking over to Bayarmaa, Nomin elected to take up holding her hand for the time being. She knew that when the Tumet spoke of the Dotharl, they often had few nice things to say. Honestly, that recollection made Nomin just a little nervous about meandering around the oasis, even with Bayarmaa’s reassurance.

The two of them traveled the oasis together, Nomin peeking around curiously before the sound of a baby crying made her pause, tail stiffening as she looked toward the sound. Normally, Nomin would have just ignored it, but when she saw the cluster of Dotharli people at one of the open-faced structures, she pointed it out to Bayarmaa. Especially after seeing Sadu at the center point of them, a swaddled baby held before her by the winner of the year's Naadam, Maa.

“What are they doing?” Nomin asked Bayarmaa, turning her head to look up at the elder Xaela.

“It's somewhat of a naming ceremony, I suppose you could call it…” Bayarmaa started in response, bringing a finger to her chin as she thought over her words.

“Like how I would have gotten a name from my parents if I went back to the Tumet after my trial?”

Bayarmaa paused at the question before she frowned slightly, contemplating how to answer Nomin. She tugged on Nomin’s hand lightly to start walking toward the group. “Um…perhaps? Though, surely a lot more different. Why don’t we get closer to watch?”

Nomin followed along with Bayarmaa, feeling at least somewhat comforted by her presence as they neared. Nomin witnessed Sadu take the crying babe into her hands, surprisingly delicately as she hushed and rocked it to quiet it down. Once the wails had died down and ceased, Nomin watched as the baby gurgled and reached up, clutching some of Sadu's white locks as it giggled.

“Sadu Khatun, please tell me whose soul has entered the babe born from my wife?” Maa asked Sadu, getting down on his knees and bowing in respect to her.

Sadu herself, even while holding the swaddled babe, stood tall and proud. Her features were set with that same kind of air as she brought a finger down to stroke the infant’s cheek. Nomin watched as Sadu’s expression became more focused, her eyes staring down into those of the babe’s. Her brow furrowed, and soon, Sadu handed the baby back to Maa with a grin.

“This child bears the soul of Dhunan! The brave warrior who brought down several Oronir, Buduga, and Chaghan to see you, Maa, take hold of the ovoo! We will sing to this child praise of what he did during the Naadam, and how he would always put the other Dotharli before himself with the power of seventy manzasiri!” Sadu proclaimed proudly and with conviction. She took up her staff and rammed the butt of it into the ground, her free hand resting upon her hip. “Even in his past lives, Dhunan displayed great feats of strength! In this life, we shall ensure he grows strong, telling him of how his past lives trained and trained!”

The hair on the back of Nomin’s scalp and neck stood on end once the crowd of Dotharl started cheering, chanting the name of the baby with glee and mirth. She staggered back a bit before hiding somewhat behind Bayarmaa. Her tail wiggled stiffly with surprise at the raucous cheering. That was a little bit overwhelming in terms of excitement -- especially around such ruthless fighters during the Naadam.

“... I want to go back to the wain…” Nomin said, staying behind Bayarmaa before looking up at her.

“Is something wrong?” Bayarmaa asked, looking at Nomin curiously.

Nomin shook her head and pursed her lips, her hold tightening upon Bayarmaa’s hand momentarily. She then huffed lightly and said, “...It’s loud here.”

Bayarmaa offered a sheepish smile before turning and leading the way back; “very well. Come on, then. We’ll await Esenaij and the others once we find where they’re at.”

Following along after Bayarmaa, Nomin glanced over her shoulder at the cheering Dotharl at the khatun's seat before looking back ahead of her. While they walked, Nomin inquired about the Dotharl's naming and why it seemed like everyone had any kind of name, her examples being that both Sadu and Maa seemed to have names that would be more fit for the opposite gender. Bayarmaa only chuckled in response and did her best to explain how she felt was best.

“It's actually really no different than if someone were to have named their babe Nergüi, I feel…” Bayarmaa started. “In that the meaning is to mislead bad spirits. As such, it's actually not uncommon for parents to give names that would typically be associated with us to babes that are male when brought into the world.”

Nomin hummed in thought, her gaze going to the ground as they walked.She thought back to the naming ceremonies she had previously been witness to when children who freed themselves eventually returned to the Tumet Iloh for their pre-Naadam migration. Recalling some of what she heard and saw, she finally spoke, “the Tumet don't name us as babes, though. The names given to those deemed worthy at the naming ceremonies are usually given by the khan or khatun. Sometimes the parents.”

“Oh…” Bayarmaa frowned, realizing that perhaps more gendered names were what Nomin found herself used to if that was how naming went among the Tumet. “I can see your confusion, then.  When it comes to the Dotharl, their souls have no prejudice to the babes they come back to within the tribe, so you get a lot of members that have names that may be confusing on a surface level because Sadu kahtun sees the soul within the babe and declares their previous life who now inhabits it.

“But it's really nothing to worry about overall. You chose your name, after all.” Bayarmaa gave Nomin a grin. “Nothing would stop Esenaij nor I from changing our names to something we preferred. I guess you could say that if I did that, I would be choosing a name worthy of me. Just like you chose a name worthy of you, hm?”

Nomin's brow rose, and her mouth fell slightly agape at the idea. “I didn't think about it like that. I guess you're right! Just as I am worthy, I chose a name worthy of me! It could have been a boy's name, too, if I wanted!”

The two of them made it back to the wain where they were greeted by Barghujin and Keuken. There was also another boy there who donned the light blue deel of Dotharli youth standing with them, a ripened plum in his hands that he seemed to have been nibbling on. Nomin’s gaze lingered on the boy for a moment, her tail curling inquisitively as she looked from him back up at Barghujin and Keuken.

“There you two are!” Keuken greeted both Nomin and Bayarmaa. “Esenaij and Daritai are close to done, I imagine, with their audience with the Dotharl elder. They’ve already brought in the gedan remains that we got for them to distribute later. I think last I heard, they’re discussing some of the collection methods of gathering some of the herbs and fruits that grow within the desert.”

Bayarmaa let go of Nomin’s hand and then placed a hand on her back, ushering her forward.

“Go wait in the wain for a bit. They might need me to help with some stuff once Esenaij is done.” Bayarmaa’s attention then went to both Barghujin and Keuken. She then approached the other two Sagahl to talk to them while Nomin tentatively approached the wain, her attention having gone back to the unknown Dotharli boy.

The Dotharli boy was basking in the shade of the cover that was used for the wain, his own attention falling upon Nomin as she approached.

“Hello,” the boy spoke, making Nomin freeze for a moment, her tail flicking with added hesitation. Her actions and uncertain expression made the boy laugh rather heartily before he apologized: “S-sorry! I don’t mean to laugh…”

The boy then composed himself, donning a pleasant expression and asking: “are you here with Mister Esenaij and the other Sagahl? I-I mean, I guess that’s a silly question since you’re wearing the Sagahl colors. Just…Mister Esenaij sometimes makes deliveries to the other tribes for trade. He’s given me some dawn plums before. I’ve seen the others before, but I’ve never seen you or your sister before.”

Nomin gave the boy a quizzical look, tilting her head slightly. She neared the wain, walking under the shade herself and soon leaning against it. Every now and then, Nomin glanced at the boy, wondering who he was and why he opted to approach the Sagahl van when it seemed other Dotharl were more interested in their own doings rather than greeting them. He was a couple ilms taller than she was, his horns taking shape into becoming horns that curved outward and then forward.

Though Nomin thought over her questions, she felt too shy to speak up right away. Especially since she was still uncertain about whether or not she should speak with the Dotharl freely after stories she had heard from the Tumet. However, she did think to herself that having more friends her age would have been nice -- even if they were part of different tribes. It would have been fun to meet them again, whether in Reunion or elsewhere.

And so the two children stood in silence for a long time.

The pleasant look on the boy’s face faded into worry as he nibbled further on his plum. Nomin could really only rock back and forth on her feet, her back bumping against the wooden railing of the wain. Neither of them were really sure what to do or say for the most part. When the boy made no effort to move away, however, Nomin let out a silent sigh through her nose.

“I’m Arik,” the boy finally said, introducing himself.

Silence hung in the air again for a time.

“My name is Nomin…” Nomin slowly introduced herself in kind. She turned her head to look at him again, noting more of his features. Given how it seemed this Arik was not particularly shy about approaching the wain nor the other Sagahl members, Nomin then asked: “does…does Esenaij come here often?”

“Sure! The Dotharl don’t often venture too far from the oasis to go to Reunion. Even then, the Dotharl, er, we don’t have too much use for some of the trinkets and things there when we can trade the Uyagir for arrowheads and ore, and the oasis being here means hunting is generally pretty easy for people like my mother.” Arik seemed pleased enough to explain how the Dotharl were pretty well supplied overall.

Arik then turned the partially eaten plum in his hands before taking another bite. After he swallowed, he continued after a momentary pause, “...we don’t get a lot of things that are grown from the earth around here, though. Not like any fruit in abundance, or grains that we can turn into bread.”

Nomin’s brow twitched with bemusement at Arik’s way of wording things and placing emphasis on addressing the Dotharl on their own versus including himself among them with ‘we.’

“Are you not Dotharl?” Nomin asked, dropping her voice to a whisper. The question made Arik look at her in surprise. However, he started shaking his head in answer.

“N-no. I mean. I am! Just…when the khan -- the Sadu before the one we have now -- looked into my eyes, he said that he saw no one he recognized. The Dotharli woman who gave birth to me…she told me stories of a Noykin horse master who was best friends with her husband…my father. His name was Arik, and he had died in the midst of a terrible anala attack,” Arik shuddered, leaving some details unspoken. “My mother told me that my previous incarnation could tame any horse if given only a handful of days -- and nearly any creature.”

“That’s pretty amazing…” Nomin breathed, genuinely thinking the brief bits that were told to her were interesting and enthralling. Even if she did not know of the Noykin herself, she was still captivated by the idea of reincarnation now that she was speaking to one of the Dotharl herself. “So…you’re a reincarnated Noykin? How did that happen that you are now of the Dotharl? When Bayarmaa was explaining it to me, she said that the Dotharl souls come back into Dotharl babes. How do souls from not-Dotharl come into the babes?”

Arik shrugged, his face twisting in some confusion over it himself. After a moment’s consideration, he finally said to her, “my mother tells me that sometimes friends of the Dotharl -- those who have given their lives for the lives of Dotharl -- are invited to our tribe through death. That must be what happened to my previous life. I died in my last life and was invited to the Dotharl…which is probably why I never feel too welcome in their celebrations.”

“I kind of know what that feels like,” Nomin replied, the mutual understanding of feeling like an outsider to their own tribe formulating that start of a bond. She looked at Arik and told him: “I actually come from the Tumet tribe. I passed my trial, but…I didn’t want to go back. I never really felt like I could get used to the Tumet traditions. It’s why Mister Esenaij and Miss Bayarmaa now take care of me! Esenaij took me in shortly after I arrived at Reunion.”

Arik offered Nomin a small smile at her story, more because he felt somewhat reassured by her words. Then he looked confused, as if he realized something.

“Wait, if you’re from the Tumet…did you get a name from them, or from the Sagahl?” Arik asked. “And that woman…she’s your sister, right? Is she also originally from the Tumet? She has markings like you do…”

“I named myself!” Nomin replied cheerfully and without hesitation. “And…that’s just Miss Bayarmaa. She has markings like me, but she’s Esenaij’s sister. I guess she’s my sister now, too, though.”

“Huh…” Arik’s expression softened at that. “I never considered that you could name yourself… Do the Tumet usually let you do that? Or…I guess…”

Nomin shook her head emphatically. She told Arik about the naming ways that the Tumet normally employed as she crawled into the back of the wain to get herself situated a little more comfortably. The more that Nomin spoke with Arik as the other Sagahl got the goods from their wain given to the Dotharl elder, the more she found herself happily talking about all kinds of things with him. From what he knew of the Noykin, to what Nomin often found herself enjoying now that she was part of the Sagahl.

During their conversations, Nomin told Arik how she ended up naming herself, recalling the trial of the Tumet and how she always kind of liked the blue markings on her scales. How they and her general appearance were the inspiration for just calling herself how she saw herself: lapis. She admitted it could have been more creative, but that the name ‘Nomin’ always just felt right as soon as it entered her mind.

Their conversations went on as the wain was progressively emptied of its contents. Arik finished his plum long before they were addressed by Bayarmaa, who greeted them both with a pleasant expression on her face.

“I’m glad the two of you seem to be making fast friends,” Bayarmaa said as she neared them. She looked from Arik to Nomin. “We’ll be staying the night within the care of the Dotharl, Nomin. I know you complain sometimes about not being able to eat meat since coming to us from the Tumet.”

Bayarmaa then dropped her voice to a whisper.

“But, if you keep it to yourself, I’ll let it slide that you eat some tonight with the meals that will be cooked tonight,” Bayarmaa said. “I can’t expect you to adopt the Sagahl diet immediately if you were used to meat with the Tumet for ten years. Just work your way to it. If you can, try to eat less meat than you normally would. I’d rather you ease yourself into our diet than pick it up immediately and end up resenting it.”

“So we’ll get to hang out for another day?” Arik excitedly asked, his mouth cracking into a wide smile.

“Mhm~” Bayarmaa hummed in response. She then focused her attention on Arik. “Well, maybe not a whole day, but at least for a good few bells.”

Bayarmaa glanced back at Nomin before speaking again to Arik; “thank you for keeping Nomin company. She’s slowly been making friends with the Sagahl, but it’s really nice that it seems she’s taken such a shine to you…Arik, was it? Esenaij mentioned your name when I asked about you.”

Arik’s smile became pursed for a moment as he looked down at the sparse grass underneath him in a bashful manner.

“It was fun, Miss Bayarmaa. I’m glad that she got to come with the Sagahl this time around,” Arik shyly replied.

Thinking on how Esenaij was typically more prepared to go and get himself out in an early fashion, Nomin brought her hands up to the leather cord around her neck. She slipped the necklace off that held the decorative copper piece in it. Though she stared at it for a long moment, Nomin really did feel a deep kinship with Arik and how their experiences within their tribes -- former or current -- made them feel.

“Just in case Mister Esenaij wants to leave right away in the morning, here!” Nomin said, thrusting her hand out and offering Arik the copper pendant that Bayarmaa had fixed up for her during their travel from the Sagahl Iloh to the Dotharl Khaa.

“What is it?” Arik asked as he tentatively reached out to accept the necklace.

“Remember what I said about my trial?”

“Yeah…but…what does that have to do with this necklace?” Arik looked down at the copper pendant as the rest of the leather cord and its bits and bobs pooled into the palm of his hand. His expression fell into bemusement as he looked over the item.

“Miss Baryamaa helped turn the copper piece I used to cut myself free into a necklace! I want you to have it. It’ll be like a promise that we’ll meet again one day!” Nomin explained, grinning. She looked back at Bayarmaa after mentioning her, looking to see what her reaction was. When Nomin saw that Bayarmaa had that familiar, gentle smile on her face, Nomin beamed as she looked back at Arik. “When we meet again, you can give it back. Or…maybe you can just keep it.”

“‘Keep it’?” Arik parroted back, his face twisting into further confusion. “Isn’t it important to you? Something that you used to free yourself with that you wanted to keep?”

“Well, yeah. If you want to keep it, you can. If not, just keep it until we meet again!” Nomin said. Puffing out her chest with a sense of accomplishment, she smiled proudly. “Since you know how important it is, I expect you to take good care of it!”

An amused scoff fell from Arik’s lips before he slipped the cord around his neck. The necklace was loose still, even around his neck as he looked down at the copper piece in the palm of his hand again. “Alright. It’s a promise then.”

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[delayed-affection]

Chapter one

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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

October 28, 1984

An alarm rings from a building, four people in masks run out and jump in a van. The van pulls off with police arriving to the scene.

One police car follows close behind, "Headed down poplar, toward main." The officer radios in. The two cars weave in and out of traffic.

In the van, they all pull off their masks. "Get 'em off of us, Mick!" One of them yells to the driver.

"I'm working on it!" She shouts flooring it

"The alley. To your right." The girl next to her instructs

They make a harsh turn and face one way traffic. The cop gets stuck behind a car unable to follow them. Cars honk at them trying to move out the way before they get hit.

They make it to a dead street and the driver lets out a sigh, thinking that they've lost the cops. However three cops come around the corner with their sirens blaring.

The chase is back on.

"Do something, Kali. Do something!" The guy in the back complains

She ignores him, "Next right. There's a tunnel. Take it." The driver nods and takes the turn.

The cops floor it to try and catch up.

Kali closes her eyes and makes a fist "Boom."

The entrance of the tunnel collapses making the cops come to a screeching holt, crashing into each other.

One of the officers yells at the other "What the hell is wrong with you, Adams? The hell are you doing? Adams! Come on. What the hell? Why did you stop? Adams! Adams! Adams, I'm talking to you!"

Adams opens his door and basically falls out. The officer continues to yell at him. He looks at the tunnel full of confusion.

It was perfectly fine, it didn’t collapse. It was like everything that happened was just in his head.

The group in the van laugh and whoop as they exit the tunnel with no cops behind them.

Blood runs from Kali's nose, she lifts her hand to wipe it. The numbers 008 tattooed on her wrist.

~

"Son of a bitch! Son of a bitch!" Dustin mutters flipping over cushions.

He runs into the living room where his mom is sitting with their cat. He flips up the other couches cushions.

He picks up a coin, "Another stupid penny!" He tosses the coin across the room

"Dusty, watch it! You almost hit Mews." His mother tells him

"Can i please check under your cushions?" He asks

"Dusty." She says

"Mom, please? It's an emergency!" He begs

She groans at him and he does it back. She gets up from her seat and he sticks his hand in between the cushions.

He pulls out two quarters "Love you, mom" he runs to his room.

"Lucas, you copy? I've got four quarters. What's your hall?" He questions into his mic, sitting on the floor of his room

"Take your punny haul and multiply it by five." He responds

"How?" He asks

"While you were scrounging around like a homeless bum I mowed Old Man Humphrey's lawn." He explains

"Old Man Humphrey's got that kinda cash?" He questions

"Just call Mike already." Lucas says

"You call Mike." He argues

"I have to go take a shower from doing real work, like a man." He replies "Over and out."

"Mike, do you copy? Mike, do you copy?" Dustin calls

"Yeah. Yeah, I copy." He responds

"What are you doing on this channel?" He asks

"Nothing." He states

"Lucas and I have six bucks total." He says "What's your haul?"

"Shit! I don't know yet."he replies

"What do you mean you don't know yet?" He complains

"Hold on. Call Will." He instructs

~

Mike runs into Nancy's room, going through her drawers. He pulls out her piggy bank and takes out the plug. He shakes it vigorously over the bed, coins fall.

Nancy opens the door, "What the hell are you doing?"

I'll pay you back!" He exclaims, he picks up as many coins as he can, shoving them into his pockets.

He pushes past Nancy and runs down the stairs, she chases after him. "Mike! Get back here!"

"Hey. No running in the house." Their dad scolds as they run past him

"What is going on?" Their mom shouts

Mike runs outside and grabs his bike, running down the driveway. He hops on and starts to ride away.

Nancy stops running "Asshole!"

~

Mike, Lucas, and Dustin roll up to the Arcade on their bikes. A car honks at them making them turn their heads. Will waves at the from inside the car.

"Hey!" They yell

"Okay. So, I'll pick you up in two hours." Joyce tells Will "That's nine o'clock on the dot, okay? If anything happens, if you need to come home, just ask them to use their phone and call home. Okay? Don't-"

Will interrupts her "Don't walk or bike home. I know."

"Okay, but, sweetie-" she tries to say

"Mom, I have to go." He replies

"Have fun." She states

He gets out of the car and heads over to his friends that are already inside.

"Oh, Jesus!" Dustin says "I'm in uncharted territory here, guys."

The boys gathered around him watching him play, Dragon's Tair.

"Down! Down! Down!" Lucas shouts

"I'm going! I'm going!" He yells moving the joystick

The boys shout at him, telling him all different things.

"Okay. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" Dustin commands

Dustin's character dies, "No! No! No! I hate this overpriced bullshit! Son of a bitch! Piece of shit!" he hits and kicks the game.

"You're not nimble enough. You'll get there some day." Lucas states "But until then, Princess Daphne is mine."

"You know what. Whatever I'm still tops on Centipede and Dig Dug." He says

"You sure about that?" A guy chimes in

"Sure about what?" Dustin asks

The guy just munches on his Cheetos, making Dustin push past his friends and go over to the other games.

"You're kidding me. No, no, no." He babbles "Move! Move! No, no, no, no, no."

"751,300 points!" Will reads

"That's impossible." Mike exclaims

"Who is Mad Max?" Dustin asks the man

"Better than you." He replies

Dustin flips him off.

"Is it you?" Will questions

The guy scoffs "You know I despise Dig Dug." He answers

"Then who is it?" Lucas asks

"Yeah, spill it, Keith." Dustin demands

"You want information, then I need something in return." He says looking at Mike and Dustin with a smile.

"No, no, no. No way. You're not getting a date with them." Mike replies.

"Guys, come on. Just get him the date." Lucas tells them

"We’re not prostituting our sisters!" He argues

"But it's for a good cause." Lucas pleads

"No, we're not getting him a date. Know what? He's gonna spread his nasty ass rash to both our families." Dustin taunts

"Acne isn't a rash and it isn't contagious, you prepubescent wastiod." Keith informs

"Oh, I'm a wastiod?" Dustin asks "They wouldn't go on a date with you."

Will turns away from the bickering group, walking towards the front to look out the glass door. "Hey. Hey, guys, do you see the..."

He turns around to look at them but no one's there. The lights turn off and suddenly he's back in the Upside Down. The door to the arcade swings open making him jump.

He slowly makes his way out, he looks up to the sky as it flashes behind the clouds.

"Will! Are you okay?" Mike asks pulling him back to reality.

Will looks up to the sky "Yeah, I just... I needed some air."

"Come on. You're up on Dig Dug." He informs putting his arm around Wills shoulders and pulling him back inside "Let's take that top score back, huh?"

~

Hopper pulls up to the station and gets out of the truck.

"Good morning, Jim." A man greets waiting for him outside

Hopper just walks by not sparing him anytime "Jim. Hold on a second. We need to talk."

"Get away from me." He commands walking into the station

The man follows closely behind, "Okay, no... I think you really wanna hear this."

"Get away from me." He repeats

The man continues to follow and talk to him "Trust me. I only want five minutes!"

"Yeah, I want a date with Bo Derek." He replies "We all want things."

Flo snags the cigarette from Hoppers mouth as he takes off his jacket.

"This isn't a laughing matter, Jim. This is serious, okay?" He informs

Hopper just groans in response hanging up his coat and walks away.

The man continues "I really got something here. I'm telling you!"

"Hey. Mornin', Chief." Powell greets

"Morning." Hopper responds

"Mornin', Murray." He chirps

"Got any proof on your butt-probin' aliens yet, Murray?" Callahan jokes making Powell burst into laughter

"I believe there was, and may still be a Russian spy presence in Hawkins." He states

"Russian spies!" Hopper exclaims with a mouth full of food.

"Are the spies in cahoots with the aliens? Or how do they fit in here? I'm confused." Callahan questions with a slight chuckle

"I'm talking multiple reports now." Murray informs "Multiple reports, okay. Of a Russian child in Hawkins."

"A child? What are you talking about?" Hopper asks

"A girl who may have psionic abilities." He responds

"Psionic?" Powell questions

"Psychic." He clarifies

"What about that girl that made that kid pee himself?" Callahan asks Hopper

"A prank." He dismisses

"What girl?" Murray pushes wanting to know more

"Wasn't a prank." Callahan responds

Hopper starts making random noises to get him to stop talking "You got five minutes. Not a second more."

He walks to his office with Murray scurrying along. Once inside Hopper sits down and kicks his feet up on his desk.

"I talked to a Big Buy ex-employee who said some little girl shattered the door with her mind." Murray explains

"I heard the story." Hopper comments "Did you hear the one about the fat man with the beard who climbs down chimneys?"

He continues "Then last month, a coworker of Ted Wheeler's claims some Russian girl with a shaved head was hiding in his basement. Ted now denies this."

"Oh, wow. That's a surprise." He chimes taking his feet off the desk

"But it connects." He adds

"Enlighten me." He says

"This girl, she's some kind of Russian weapon, right? Barbara sees this girl, tries to help her, perhaps. But before she can, the Russians find them, take them-" he theorizes

Hopper cuts him off "Wait. You're telling me Barbara Holland was kidnapped by Russian spies."

"Kidnapped. Killed." Murray adds

"Killed?" He asks

"Don't you get it, Jim?" He replies

"No." He answers

"This has potentially international implications." He explains "I'm talking full on Russian invasion right here in Hawkins."

Hopper starts twisting the paper holder on the type writer making a bunch of noise, "Do you have any proof of this girl? I mean, has anybody seen her recently?"

"No!" He exclaims "These are separate-"

He gets cut off by the phone ringing, "Excuse me. Sorry. Hello?"

"Merrill called, wants you to check his pumpkins." Flo informs him "Says they've been contaminated... by his vengeful neighbor, Eugene. You're welcome."

Hopper hangs up the phone "I'm sorry. I really hate to do this, but I gotta run. It's an emergency."

He gets up and Murray does the same "You gave me five minutes."

"Yeah, listen, you know what? I liked your alien theory a lot better." Hopper replies putting on his hat "And you want my advice? Why don't you stop bleeding those people dry and go home? All right?"

"I'm not bleeding anyone... dry." He says

"Listen to me. Go home." He instructs

Hopper then walks out the office.

~

Nancy and Steve sit in his car, Nancy is going over Steve's paper, "It's crap, I know."

"No, it's not crap." She comforts

"It's not good." He says

"It's going to be." She states "Just... It needs some reorganizing. Can I mark on it?"

He sighs "Yeah, I guess."

"So, in the first paragraph, you used the basketball game versus Northern as a metaphor for your life, which is great. But then, around here, you start talking about your granddad's experience in the war. And I... I don't see how they're connected." She explains

"It connects because... because, you know, we both won." He replies "Do you think I should start from scratch?"

"No, I mean... When's the deadline?" She asks

"It's tomorrow for early applications." He answers "Can you come and help me tonight?"

"We have our dinner tonight, remember?" She says

He groans "Oh, my god."

"We already canceled last week." She states "You don't have to go. Just work on this."

He rips the paper from her hand and crumples it into a ball "What's the point."

"Hey, calm down." She says

"I'm calm. I'm calm." He replies "I'm just being honest. You know, I mean... I'll end up working with my dad anyway."

"That's not true." She argues

"I don't know, Nance." He responds "Is that such a bad thing? There's insurance and benefits and all that adult stuff. And if I took it, you know, I could be around for your senior year. Just to look after you a little bit. Make sure you don't forget about this pretty face. Nance, I'm serious."

He leans in and gives her a gentle kiss, "I love you."

"I love you, too." She replies

A car pulls up next to them making them look over, it's y/n. Nancy and Steve grab their things and get out his car, y/n gets out of hers.

The three of them, along with Jonathan, have slightly become more than acquaintance's but not fully friends.

"After hearing about all that bike riding, I was starting to think you didn't know how to drive." Steve jokes

"Ha ha, very funny, Harrington." She responds "Hi Nancy."

"Hi, y/n." She greets walking over to the other side of the car.

"Also, Harrington, this isn't the first time I've parked next to you this year. You could've made that joke awhile ago." She says "But I guess you were too busy making out with Nancy to notice."

"You know what, Henderson-" He starts but is cut off by a roaring engine.

They all look over at the at the car, a blue Camaro, comes speeding into the parking lot. With a California license plate and an engine like that it was surely gonna grab everyone's attention.

Two people step out of the car, a boy who looked to be y/n and Steve's age and a girl who looked to be the party’s age.

The girl drops her skateboard and rides it over to the middle school next door. As the boy heads over to the high school.

~

Will opens his locker to find the newspaper article written about him with the word 'Zombie Boy' written on it. He looks up and down the hall trying to see if the person who put it there is watching.

Mr Clarke slams a brain down on his desk, "Meet the human brain. I know. I know, it doesn't look like much. A little gross even, right? But consider this. There are a hundred billion cells inside of this miracle of evolution all working as on. All working as one. No, no, I did not misspeak. I did not stutter. A hundred billion."

The door closing makes everyone turn their heads, a girl and the principal walk in. "Ah, this must be our new student."

"Indeed it is. All yours." The principal tells him walking out

"All right. Hold up." He instructs her before she could sit down "You don't get away that easy. Come on up. Don't be shy. Dustin drum roll."

Dustin closes his book and starts drumming on it with his hands.

"Class, please welcome, all the way from sunny California, the latest passenger to join us on our community voyage, Maxine." Mr Clarke tells the class

"It's Max." She replies

"Sorry?" He asks

"Nobody calls me Maxine. It's Max." She explains

Dustin whispers to the group "Mad Max."

"Well, all aboard, Max." He says

She walks past the boys making them all turn in their seats. She sits down at a desk in the back and looks back at the boys.

~

"Hey, there." A man greets walking into the store

"Hey." Joyce smiles from behind the counter

He picks up a trick or treat basket, "Do you have these in any other colors? I'm not a big fan of orange."

"Hmm. I'll have to check the back." She answers

In the back of the store, they make out, he pushes her up against the stock. They're knocking things over, "Oh, my god" Joyce laughs "You're gonna get me fired."

"That's my master plan. Get you fired so that I can hire you and we don't have to his back here." He claims

Joyce kisses him a few more times before he moves down to her neck.

"Bob? Bob, I have to get back to work." She reminds

"I know. I'm sorry. I can't stop thinking about you. It's crazy. I feel like a teenager." He admits

"Me, too." She replies

"You know, in high school, you didn't know who I was." He says

Joyce laughs as he leans back in "Bob, I have to get back to work."

"Okay." He replies moving away from her

"Go sell your electronic thingamajiggies, and I'll see you for movie night." She tells him

"Jonathan's night to pick?" He asks

"Yes" she answers

With a couple more stolen kisses he leaves.

~

Hopper arrives to the pumpkin patch to see hundreds of rotting and already rotten pumpkins.

"You're saying this was fine yesterday?" Hopper asks walking through the dead field

"Fine?" Merrill says "These were prize winners, Chief. You should've seen 'em. For the life of me, I couldn't figure out what happened. And then I remembered... Eugene."

"What about him?" He questions

"He's been complaining about me to just about anyone who'll listen." He explains

"Why's that?" He asks

"Well, he started this 'Pick Your Pumpkin' thing. Acted like it was trademarked. I said, 'Hire yourself a damn lawyer. See how far that gets you.'" He answers

"You're telling me that nice old Eugene came out here after dark and doused your field with poison?" He questions

"Well... Not Eugene himself." He states "I'm thinking one of his field hands. Listen, Chief, I don't go throwing accusations lightly. You know me. This happening the day before Halloween, when sales are peaking? That's a hell of a coincidence. Hell of a coincidence."

Hopper spots something off in the distance "You got someone working on that field?"

Hopper enters the dead corn field with caution. He follows the sound of rustling in stock. He finds nothing but a scarecrow in the middle of the field.

A screeching crow comes flying out behind him, he yells and draws his gun. He points it toward the the bird and sighs.

The crow, caws at him, "Yeah, screw you, too."

~

A girl stands outside of a class handing out flyers to a Halloween party. She hands one to Nancy, "Hey, Nancy."

"Hey! Thanks." She replies "Oh, could I get two more?"

The girl hands her two more flyers, Nancy shoves one over to Jonathan, "You're coming to this."

"Come and get sheet faced." He reads aloud while the walk down the hall "No, I'm not."

Y/n goes to walk by the two but is stopped by Nancy, who tugs her backpack making her join them. Nancy hands her the flyer then turns back to Jonathan.

"I can't let you sit all alone Halloween. You too, y/n." She tells them "That's just not acceptable."

"Well, you can relax." He states "I'm not gonna be alone. I'm going trick or treating with Will."

"I was just gonna hand out candy." Y/n informs "So, maybe I'll show up."

"Great, I'll be looking for you." Nancy says as y/n turns the corner to go to class

"Also, all night?" She asks

"Yeah." He claims

"No, no way. You're gonna be home by eight, listening to the Talking Heads and reading Vonnegut or something." She comments

"Sounds like a nice night." He replies

"Jonathan, just come. I mean, who knows, you might even, like, meet someone." She says opening her locker

Steve creeps from the corner picking her up. She shrieks, he laughs as he put her back down.

"Oh, my god!" She exclaims "Take those stupid things off."

"I missed you." Steve admits

"It's been like an hour." She notes

Jonathan walks away knowing that Steve will have all her attention.

"Tell me about it." He says kissing her

"Okay. Okay, okay. God." She tells him pulling away and moving over to her locker

"Sorry." He mutters

Nancy looks over to Jonathan walking down the hall to his next class.

~

The boys walk the school yard, following Max around as she rides her board.

"There's no way that's Mad Max." Mike tells them

"Yeah. Girls don't play video games." Will chimes

"And even if they did, you can't get 750,000 points on Dig Dug. It's impossible." He rants

"But her name is Max." Lucas states

"So what?" Mike asks

"So, how many Maxes do you know?" He asks

"I don't know." Mike says shrugging his shoulders

"Zero. That's how many." He tells him

"She shows up at school the day after someone with her same name breaks our top score." Dustin comments "I mean, you kidding me?"

"Exactly. So she's gotta be Mad Max. She's gotta be." Lucas agrees

"And plus she skateboards, so she's pretty awesome." Dustin adds

Max kicks up her board and walks away as the boys argue

"Awesome?" Mike questions "You haven't even spoken a word to her."

"I don't have to. I mean, look at her." Dustin argues they all turn to look back at where she was "Shit, I've lost the target."

"Oh! There." Will points out

They all move to watch her walk up some stairs. She drops a piece of paper into the trash and heads inside. The boys are quick to run over to the trash.

Dustin digs in while the others try to cover him and look natural.

"Got it. There we go." He says

He opens the paper and they all read "Stop spying on me, creeps."

"Well shit." Dustin mutters

"William Byers." The Principal calls out making them all turn around "Your mother's here."

Will walks through the halls with the principal and notices the weird looks they give him as he walks past. They soon reach the front of the school and Will walks out to see his mom waiting for him by the car.

"You guys think he's okay?" Dustin asks

"He's always weird when he has to go in." Lucas explains

"I don't know. He's quiet today." Mike states

"He's always quiet." Lucas says

They watch from the distance, Will and his mom get in their car and drive off.

~

"You feeling any better?" Joyce asks glancing at Will "Will"

"Huh." He mumbles snapping back to reality "Yeah. Yeah, sorry."

"Hey. What did we talk about, huh? You've got to stop it with the sorries." She tells him

"Sorry. I mean, yeah, I know." He replies

"And listen, you know, there's nothing to bd nervous about, you know." She assures "Just tell 'em what you felt last night and what you saw. Hey, I'm gonna be there the whole time. So it's gonna be okay. Okay?"

"Okay." He answers turning back to the window

They arrive to the lab and Hopper is there waiting for them.

"Hey, buddy." Hopper greets as they walk over

"Hey." Will says

Will steps foot on a scale, now dressed in a hospital gown. They then lay him down and prep him for an injection. They stick a the needle in him and insert some fluid.

They take his blood pressure then connect him to a brain wave reader.

"Sir Will, how are you?" A doctor asks walking into the room. "Mom. Pop. Let's take a look, see what's going on here. I see you shaved off a pound since we saw you last. Must be making room for all that Halloween candy. What's your favorite candy? Desert island candy, if you had to pick one?"

"I don't know." Will answers

"Come on." He pushes "Life or death situation, what would you pick?"

"I guess... Reese's pieces." He replies

"Good call. Good call." He responds "I'm more of a Mounds guy, but I gotta say, peanut butter and chocolate, come on, hard to beat that. All right, tell me what's going on with you. Tell me about this episode you had."

A group of people watch and listen from the security camera's.

"Well, my friends were there and then they weren't, and I was back there again." Will explains

"In the Upside Down?" He asks

Will nods his head and the wave monitor spikes.

"All right, so what happened next?" He questions

"I heard this noise, and so I went outside, and it was worse." He replies

"How was it worst?" He pushes for more information

"There was this storm." He says getting flashbacks making the monitor quickly spike.

"Okay. So how did you feel when you saw the storm?" He asks

"I felt...frozen." He says

"Heart racing?" He questions

"Just frozen." He states

"Frozen, cold frozen? Frozen to the touch?" He interrogates

"No. Like how you feel when you're scared, and you can't breathe or talk or do anything. I felt... felt this evil, like it was looking at me." He explains

"It was evil?" He asks "Well... What do you think the evil wanted?"

"To kill." He answers

The monitor starts to go crazy, trying to keep up.

"To kill you?" He questions

"Not me." He states "Everyone else."

Will sits outside the room, now back in his normal clothes.

"All right, I'm gonna be honest with you." Dr Owen says to Hopper and Joyce "It's probably going to get worse before it gets better."

"Worse? He's already had two episodes this month." She worries

"He'll likely have more before the month is out." He informs "It's called the Anniversary Effect. And we've seen this with soldiers. The anniversary of an event brings back traumatic memories. Sort of opens up the neurological floodgates, so to speak."

"So what does this mean for the kid?" Hopper asks "He's gonna have more episodes, nightmares?"

"Yeah, that." He answers "Maybe some personality changes. He might get irritable. He might lash out."

"What do we do when that happens." Joyce questions

"Okay. Well, from what we know about post traumatic stress... And we're still learning, okay? Just treat him normally. Be patient with him. Don't pressure him to talk. Just let him lead the way." He explains

"I'm sorry, what you're saying is it's gonna get worse and worse and we're just supposed to pretend it's not happening?" She asks

"It sounds counterintuitive, I know. But I assure you that is really the best thing you can do for him." He states "Listen. I understand what you went through last year. I get it. But those people are gone. They're gone. Okay? So if we're gonna get through this, I just... I need you to realize I'm on your side. I need you to trust me."

"Trust me." Joyce mocks walking back to her car "Are you kidding me?"

"Yeah, I know." Hopper tells her "But, you know, university gives out a degree, this guy's got it. And look, that post traumatic stuff he's talking about, that stuff is real. He's gonna be okay. All right? How's Bob the Brain?"

"Don't call him that." She scolds

"Sorry. Old habit." He explains

"He's good. We're good." She answers his question

"Good. I'm happy for you." He says "Really. Hey... Things get worse, you call me first. You call me."

"Okay." She responds getting into her car and driving off

~

Dr Owens and a women exit the elevator and enter the room where the gate is located.

"Looks like another hot one today, huh?" He says to a guy who is getting suited up

"Never gets old, sir." He replies

Then man is fully equipped in a fireproof hazmat suit and flame thrower. He walks through the doors and over to the gate.

Flames hit the gate and it starts to screech in pain.

~

Lucas and Dustin stand behind a car, in the parking lot of the arcade looking for Max.

"Still no sign?" Dustin asks

"Jack shit." Lucas states looking through his binoculars

"Oh! Damn it. My mom's gonna murder me." Dustin complains looking down at his watch.

"So go home. I'll radio if she comes." Lucas says

"Oh, yeah, nice try. You just want me out of here so you can make your move." He argues

"Oh, cause you're such a threat." He taunts

"That's right." He tells him "She will not be able to resist these pearls."

Dustin opens his mouth to show his teeth and he sadly attempts to purr, earning look from Lucas.

"Ten o'clock. Ten o'clock." Dustin says looking back over to the arcade

"What?" Lucas asks before looking through his binoculars again

A blue Camaro pulls up to the arcade, Max can be seen getting out of the car. Arguing can be heard from the driver and her.

"They're arguing. They're arguing." Lucas points out

"Oh, my god." Dustin groans "I see that. I don't even understand why you need those. God. You're so stupid."

The car drives off with the door slamming shut, Max flips it off before heading inside.

The two boys watch from afar as she plays a game.

"She's incredible." Lucas gushes

They slide down the wall with a smile on their face.

"She's..." Dustin starts

"Mad Max." They say at the same time

~

"After dinner, I want you to pick out your toys for the yard sale." Mrs. Wheeler instructs Mike "Two boxes' worth."

"Two boxes?" He asks

"You heard me." She states

"I'm fine with you giving away a couple, but the other ones have way too much emotional value." He argues

"Emotional value?" She questions

"They're hunks of plastic, Michael." Mr. Wheeler comments

"You already took away my Atari." He complains

"Didn't wanna lose more toys, you shouldn't have stolen from Nancy." She tells him

"I didn't steal. I borrowed." He states

"Oh, and you didn't curse out Mr. Kowalski last week either, right?" She adds "Or plagiarize that essay? Or graffiti the bathroom stall?"

"Everyone graffitis the bathroom stall." He complains

"So if your friend jumps off a cliff, you're gonna jump, too?" Mr. Wheeler asks

"We know you've had a hard year, Michael." She notes "But we've been patient. This isn't strike one. This isn't even strike three."

"It's strike twenty. You're on the bench, son." He chimes "And if it'd been my coach, you'd be lucky to still be on the team."

Mike looks at him with a look of confusion.

"Two boxes. Two" she says

~

Nancy and Steve walk up to Hollands front door.

Steve sighs, "Okay, ready?"

"Yeah." She answers

Steve rings the doorbell.

The four of them are sitting at the table eating KFC.

Mrs. Holland apologizes "I'm so sorry I didn't get to cook. I was going to make that baked ziti you guys like so much, but I just forgot about the time, and before you know it, Oh, my god. It's five o'clock."

"It's fine. It's great." Nancy assures

"Right. I love KFC." Steve adds not really looking like he's enjoying it

"So, I noticed a 'For Sale' sign out in your yard." Nancy comments "Is that the neighbors', or..."

"You want to tell them?" Mrs. Holland asks her husband

"Go ahead." He tells her

"We hired a man named Murray Bauman." She answers "Have either of you heard of him?"

The two look at each other telling her no

"He was an investigative journalist for the Chicago Sun-Times." She explains

"He's pretty well known." Mr holland chimes handing them his card

Mrs. Holland continues "Anyway, he's freelance now, and he agrees to take the case."

"That's... That's great." Steve replies "No, that's really... That's great, right?"

"Um, what exactly does that mean?" Nancy asks

"Means he's gonna do what that lazy son of a bitch Jim Hop-" Mr. Holland starts but Mrs. Holland taps have "Sorry. What the Hawkins police haven't been capable of doing. Means we have a real detective on the case."

"It means... we're going to find our Barb." Mrs. Holland says

"If anyone can find her, it's this man." He chimes "He already has leads. By god, he's worth every penny."

"Is that why you're selling the house?" Nancy questions

"Don't worry about us, sweetie. We're fine." She assures "More than fine. For the first time in a long time, we're hopeful."

Nancy stammers "Excuse me. I'll be right back."

Nancy leaves the table and walks into another room. Steve is left alone with the Hollands, "It's finger lickin' good."

Nancy stands in the bathroom trying to collect herself. She looks over at the picture of Barb and flips it over.

She sits on the edge of the tub, crying.

~

Mike is sitting in the basement throwing items into a box marked 'yard sale'. He picks up his dinosaur 'Rory' and it roars in his hand. He sets it aside not able to bring himself to put it in the box.

He picks up the space craft and looks over to Els little fort. He puts it down and goes to sit underneath the blanket.

He grabs the Walkie and pulls up its antenna, "El, are you there? El?" Nothing but static "It's me. It's Mike. It's day 352, 7:40pm. I'm still here."

He gets no response "If you're out there, say something. Or give me a sign. I won't even say anything. Just... I wanna know if you're okay."

Nothing, he puts the antenna down "I'm so stupid."

He gets up from the fort, a voice comes from the walkie "Mike."

He quickly hurries back, "Hello, is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me, Dustin." He responds "What're you doing on this channel again? I've been trying to reach you all day. We were right. Max is Mad Max."

"Yeah, I'm busy." Mike states putting the antenna down

~

Lucas and Dustin ride down the street.

"What do we do now?" Lucas asks

"We stick to the plan." Dustin answers

"Mike's not gonna like it." He tells him

"Last time I checked our party is not a dictatorship." He argues "It's a democracy."

"What if Max says no?" He questions

"How can Max say no to these?" He purrs again

"I told you to stop that." He complains

"I'll see you tomorrow." Dustin says pulling into his driveway

"Later." He replies

Dustin kicks the bike stand down and goes to head inside. He stops when he hears so weird chirping.

"Mews!" He calls out "Mews."

When the cat doesn't come out and the noises stop, he heads inside.

The trash can moves and something crashes around inside.

~

Joyce is making popcorn over the stove as Bob records her.

"Stop. Stop!" She exclaims

"What? Come on, you gotta get used to it. This is the future." He claims

"Well put the future down and get me a clean bowl." She instructs

Will is coloring/drawing in his room, someone knocks on the door.

Jonathan enters "Hey, bud. I didn't know what you'd like, so I got a variety. Take your pick."

"Whatever you want." He responds

"All right." Jonathan says sitting on Wills bed "What are you working on? Zombie boy? Who's Zombie boy?"

"Me." He states

"Did someone call you that?" He worries "Hey. You can talk to me. You know that, right? Whatever happened. Will, come on, talk to me."

"Stop treating me like that." He snaps

"What? Like what?" He asks

"Like everyone else." He answers "Like there's something wrong with me."

"What are you talking about?" He questions

"Mom, Dustin, Lucas. Everyone. They all treat me like I'm gonna break. Like I'm a baby. Like I can't handle things on my own." He explains "It doesn't help. It just makes me feel like more of a freak."

"You're not a freak." He comments

"Yeah, I am." He argues "I am."

"You know what? You're right." He tells him "You are a freak."

"What?" He asks offended

"No, I'm serious. You're a freak." He says "But what? Do you wanna be normal? Do you wanna be just like everyone else? Being a freak is the best. I'm a freak."

"Is that why you don't have any friends?" He questions

He chuckles "I have friends, Will."

"Then why are you always hanging out with me?" He asks

"Because you're my best friend, all right?" He admits "And I would rather be best friends with Zombie Boy than with a boring nobody. You know what I mean? Okay, look... Who would you rather be friends with? Bowie or Kenny Rogers?"

Will let's out an 'ugh', "Exactly. It's no contest. The thing is, nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world. You got it?"

"Well..." he starts "some people like Kenny Rogers."

"Kenny Rogers" Bob says walking into the room "I love Kenny Rogers. What's so funny?"

"Nothing." Will laughs

Bob picks up the stacks of movies "Mr. Mom. Perfect!"

The two boys laugh at him when he leaves the room.

Bob and Joyce laugh at the movie while Jonathan yawns and Will eats popcorn. The phone rings making Joyce jump.

"Hey." Bob says "It's okay. Let it go. Probably just a prank call."

She listens to the phone ring as Bob turns back to the movie.

~

Alarms blare in the lab signaling the scientists that something has gone wrong.

~

The Byers home is quiet as Will walks to the bathroom.

He's washing his hands and hears rumbling coming from outside. He turns off the water and opens the door.

He walks out to see lightning shining through the windows. Thunder crashes outside, the door opens slowly with a creak.

He's breathing becomes unstable as he wakes outside into the Upside Down. The lighting lights up the sky to reveal monstrous creature standing over Hawkins.

~

Hopper walks through the woods and steps over a tripwire. He walks up the stairs to the cabin, knocking on the door in a rhythmic way.

The door unlocks and goes inside, he takes off his jacket and turns off the tv. He sets his things on the kitchen counter as opens the fridge.

He looks down at the table, "Hey, what'd we talk about?"

He sits down and a voice can be heard "No signal."

"What?" He asks

"No signal." They repeat "It's eight one five. You're late."

"Yeah, I lost track of time." He states "I'll signal next time, all right? Uh, and it's eight fifteen. It's not eight one five."

El comes out and sits in front of him at the table, "Eight fifteen."

"Now what did we talk about?" He questions "Dinner first, then dessert. Always. That's a rule. Yeah?"

"Yes." She replies

They take the foil off their plates and start to eat. 

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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

strip club owner!eddie x fem!exotic dancer!hargrove!reader

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ ONLY! MINORS DON’T YOU DARE I AM INSIDE YOUR HOME

Chapter 004: The Eddie Stop

Everyone loves a parked car conversation. Eddie’s van is no castle by any means…but do a boss and his employee have to sit that close to each other?

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014** , 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 4.8k

warnings & disclaimers — slow burn, mutual pining, profanities, sexual tension, marijuana use, SO MANY sexual innuendos, foot play, daddy kink, dirty talk, masturbation, touching, rubbing, talks of abuse, trauma, Eddie talking about “Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club”, suicide, overdose, reader’s trauma becoming her kink i.e slapping/hair pulling/choking, steddie x reader threesome kinda 🤭, sex dream, p in v smut, unprotected sex, deepthroating, double penetration, idk what else I’m missing so here’s a PSA from Murray

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And then there were two.

“You better stop that thing you’re doing. I’m telling you, I ain’t lying.”

For the owner of a very successful strip club, you would think Eddie had a...fancier car. But there is beauty in humble beginnings. In fact, you can tell a lot about him from the ketchup stain by the window, empty coffee tumblers on the floor that need washing, crinkled up band posters — along with MORE PAPERWORK — and the tattered leather seats held together by the sheer grit of duct tape. A Porsche would just conceal who Eddie Munson is.

And Eddie’s the coolest boss you’ve ever had. In the safest town you’ve ever been in.

“Hawkins gets pretty quiet after 1 AM,” you observe. Despite being the blasted one, it’s you who’s attempting to break the silence.

You glance out the window, watching the scenery of the Bible Belt town you've grown to romanticize flash by like developing film.

“Yeah,” Eddie sighs. “If you’re looking for nightlife, you’ve come to the wrong place.”

Eddie approaches a four way intersection and stops too late. He does it for a short time too, stepping on the gas pedal not even a second later.

He peers over at you to see if you caught it.

“Sorry if I’m being a crazy driver,” Eddie apologizes. “If the street’s empty I’m only stopping for like... a millisecond. If at all.”

You snort. “You’re fine. We call that a ‘California stop’ back home.”

“You wanna see an ‘Eddie stop’?”

You turn to him. He’s just staring at you and smiling, a look of mischief creeping its way to the surface.

“What’s that?”

SLAM. You shoot forward in your seat the moment Eddie’s foot meets the brakes. A surprised gasp from you fills the air while Eddie joins in with a loud cackle. You glare at him, a frantic hand clutched to your chest.

“What the FUCK!”

“That’s an ‘Eddie stop’,” Eddie explains between laughter.

SLAM! He does it again.

“Eddie, stop!” you plead.

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” he chuckles.

You realize his play on words and shove him.

“Ow,” he remarks with sass, hand reaching over to rub where you pushed him. “Feisty.”

"Yeah? Well, don't dish out what you can't handle."

You cross your arms and jokingly turn your torso in the other direction. Eddie is amused at this, proceeding to poke fun at you while he still can.

"Hmm. Hm hm," he laughs with his pursed lips. "For someone who can't hang, you're one to talk."

You’re still intoxicated. Nothing is leaving your system any time soon, it appears.

It all starts to feel like a dream. You thoroughly enjoyed yourself after a fun night out with friends. There is no angry brother waiting for you at home, blowing up your phone until you walk through the door. And now you’re out on a post-curfew rendezvous with someone who is clearly off limits.

You’re living out your rebel dreams, riding into the night with Eddie. What a regular young adult takes for granted is something you’ve always dreamt about. It’s a dream you don’t want to wake up from.

“I can hang. It's just the edibles kicking in late, silly," you bubbly insist.

“Alright,” Eddie surrenders sarcastically. “Alright. Whatever gets you going…silly.”

You two proceed down the long, vacant road, humming along to Creedence Clearwater Revival and breaking the law with more California stops.

"It's a bummer we didn’t get to go bar-hopping,” you say. “That would've been fun.”

Eddie grimaces. “Eh. Drinking makes me feel gross. I’m more of a mary-jane guy if I do say so myself.”

“Clearly,” you jest.

A whole night dedicated to edibles? Hotboxing competitions with the line cook? Bongs and bowls happening to be everywhere this motherfucker tends to be at?

Eddie’s a walking marijuana leaf as far as you're concerned. Governor Holocomb's worst nightmare. You kick at the velvet bag that masked the huge glass bong sitting at your feet.

“I’m surprised they haven’t arrested your ass yet.”

“I’m just as surprised as you are," Eddie admits. "With all the shit I’ve done…”

The road begins to look familiar and you realize it’s because you’re almost back home. Tick, tick, tick, goes the turn signal as Eddie's GPS instructs him to make a left. A sigh escapes you. You don’t want to leave.

You want time to freeze exactly where it's at so you could spend it with the man who has been giving you butterflies — and the ‘fuck me’ eyes — all night long. To your own surprise, confidence overpowers you.

“Eddie,” you sit up. “Do you think you can stay with me for a bit?”

Your boss’s gaze hardens, a look of concern replacing his easy-going, playful demeanor.

“Yeah,” he clears his throat, brows lifting gently in shock. “Yeah... I’ll stay with you."

Eddie makes a turn away from your street and finds a curb to park against. You tap your feet, anxious that he actually followed through. The sound of his tires scraping across the gravel beat against your eardrums as reality sets in. Eddie shifts the gear from Drive to Park before wriggling his keys out from the ignition. The rumbling of the van engine ceases.

Eddie lassos his keys around his thick, long index finger, their jingles piercing through the quiet.

"You feeling alright?”

“Yes,” you confirm. “Just feeling pretty buzzed still.”

“You trying to get more buzzed?” he offers. “Or high?”

You look back over at him. Oh wipe that snarky grin off your face, Munson.

There's a pro to working evening shifts. You can sleep in until it's time to head off to work the next day. Judging by how the night was going, it is far from over. You and Eddie are just getting started.

“It depends...Are you trying to get more high?”

“Is that even a question?”

Before you know it, there's a small tin can with a few nuggets in it in Eddie's hand, followed by a small Altoid case that housed some rolling paper. Eddie places the two on his dash and then leans towards you to grab the bong sitting at your feet.

He undresses it from its cloak. His pride and joy glistens in the moonlight.

“Hello, my darling,” he says to his bong. “You’re so pretty.” Eddie turns to you. “I’ve got nowhere to be, so you bet I’ll be usin’ the hell outta her tonight. No pressure though, Hargrove.”

You shrug. “I'm down to get lit for a bit longer."

"You a joint girl or do you prefer bongs?"

"Either or. Why not both?"

There’s a gleam in his eyes. "I like how you think."

Eddie situates the large bong between his legs, propping it up with his knees. He then reaches for the tin can filled with nuggets. Picking off the bits one by one to accommodate the tiny bowl, he tucks them neatly into the small round outlet. Eddie does it with such ease. Like it's second nature.

Finally, Eddie hovers the lighter over the bowl and gestures for you to inch closer. The placement of the bong remains the same. And judging by the look on Eddie’s face, he doesn’t intend on moving it.

"Ladies first."

So you hoist yourself over across Eddie’s center console and position yourself near his lap. Staring up at Eddie with curious eyes, you ask him,

"Am I good?"

"You're good," Eddie confirms, holding your hair back while you lean over against him. “All yours, babygirl.”

After getting the green light, you bend down further to attach your lips to the mouthpiece of the bong. With the flick of the lighter, Eddie ignites the bowl and you suck in. You and Eddie eye its neck steadily, watching as the chamber fills with smoke.

Eddie slowly starts to remove the bowl. Fear sets in as the bubbles seem to draw on for an eternity. It feels like it'll never end. You're inhaling too much.

When you feel the first kick to your chest, you shoot upwards and exhale. But the smoke got you good. Before you know it, you’re coughing and hacking and grasping for air, clutching onto Eddie’s flannel for support as you try to clear.

"That's right, baby," Eddie soothes you. "Let it out. Clear it, clear it, clear it."

“I’m-” you cough. “I’m t—trying.” A few more good coughs and you’re done. “WOOO.”

Eddie’s laughing at you like it’s cute. The grip he has on your hair loosens and soon your locks fall in front of your face once more. You keep them there to mask your tears. How embarrassing.

"Damn,” he comments. “You choked out.”

Your stomach dances. You think about what he said earlier in the club about his kinks.

"Yeah, I s-sure did-" you choke again, fleshing out your last set of coughs as Eddie pats your back.

The tears trickle down your face as you struggle to self-regulate. You quickly wipe them away.

"You okay?' he asks again, this time gently, sincerely. Angelically. He starts playing with the ends of your hair.

You nod with a sigh of relief. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"You want more, hun? Can you handle more?"

You nod again.

"Yeah," you sniff. "I can handle more."

"Alright," he grins.

Bowing your head down once again, you reattach your lips to the mouthpiece. As you're inhaling, Eddie tilts his head upwards to prevent any smoke from getting in his face. You look up at him.

What a sight, your internal monologue gushes. He must look like this when he's getting a...

"There we go, Shy Girl” he hums. "Just like that..."

————🍃———-

“It’s alright. I said it’s alright. Take anything you want from me. Fly high, little wing.”

“So my driving really doesn’t scare you, huh?”

Eddie is taking ginormous rips out of his bong. You, on the other hand, have settled for rolling joints instead.

“Not nearly as much as my brother,” you shrug. “He drives like a maniac. Him and his stupid Camaro.”

You think about the time you and Billy got into an argument about lunch. Out of all things.

Billy had asked something SO obvious. You couldn’t help but respond sarcastically. He stomped on the gas before you knew it, propelling you both across the residential street at 90 MPH. It was scariest you’ve ever seen him. The first instance where he toyed with both your lives and didn’t seem to care.

You try not to shake in front of Eddie. Luckily, he was too busy laughing to notice.

“A Camaro?” Eddie belts. “That’s just about the douchiest, California Chad type shit I’ve ever heard.”

You agree. “Yeah. Douchey is pretty on brand for someone like Billy.”

You fall silent as you continue to roll. Eddie peers over at you and takes note of your newfound seriousness.

You position your body towards him to ensure him it wasn't something he did, and make sure he knows it by the way you relax your legs across his lap. He inhales abruptly at the extra step you took.

"I take it you guys don't get along."

"Billy and I aren’t exactly on speaking terms at the moment,” you mumble. “Part of why I'm here.”

“Your brother right?” he questions rhetorically.

“Yeah, my twin brother.”

“Oh shit,” Eddie mutters. “So you guys went from being essentially telepathic to... no contact at all.”

“Precisely.”

You glide your tongue up, down, and around along the rolled joint to ensure that it sticks. When it's sealed shut, you set it down to start rolling the next one. Eddie stares at you.

“Fuck…” you hear him mutter.

“Sorry?”

You try to act clueless, but even stoned out of your mind, you know exactly what you're doing.

“Uh, that’s rough,” he shakes his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s whatever,” you say. “As much as I love Billy, I just think it’s best we’re not in each other’s lives. We bring out the worst in each other.”

“I can say the same about me and my brothers,” Eddie agrees. “And my dad. They’re always asking me for money. Or for me to be an accomplice for their stupid, dangerous schemes. I got my own shit to handle.”

“And your mom?”

Eddie falls silent.

“She died when I was 14,” his voice softens. “I was the one who found her.”

Your chest aches as you marinate in that very, very familiar wound. It seems like just yesterday you and Billy were in Eddie's shoes.

“I’m so sorry,” you mutter. “Billy found our mom when we were 13. Alcohol poisoning and overdosed on pain killers.”

“Wow…” Eddie is stunned. “OD for mine as well. But heroine. She was an addict. Married her dealer and abuser... my old man.”

"Our dad was abusive too," you sympathize. "Well, is. He's still alive, but he and his new wife up and left when my stepsister turned 16. To who knows where. Billy was her guardian up until her b-day last week.”

You roll your next blunt and lick again. Eddie continues to eye you like a hawk, fixing how he was sitting in the driver's seat as he did.

You continue telling him everything you told your Zoom psychiatrist. Eddie doesn’t seem to mind.

Billy was nice. Now he’s not. Blah blah. Sue, Max’s mom, was Dad’s mistress. The idea of it consumed Mom just as much as Dad’s beatings did. When Billy found her, she was on the bathroom floor surrounded by empty bottles of whiskey and painkillers. Aside from you, Mom was his best friend. His biggest supporter. And Dad took that away.

Eddie’s grazing turns into rubbing. He squeezes your calf.

"Our moms died when we were around the same age," he speaks up, attempting to do the mental math. "That puts us in '08, which is around the time of..."

"The Recession," you finished for him. "Yup. Mom also lost her job which meant she was now fully dependent on our dad."

"She was stuck with that piece of shit no matter what," Eddie huffs. "And no matter where she turned, she wouldn't be safe."

You nod, staring off into the distance. "Billy wanted to go with her.”

Eddie gives you a pained look, sighing deeply as he took it in.

“But I told him I would hate him forever if he dared. So he stayed."

You swallow hard.

“Baby-” Eddie speaks.

"I hate him, still..." you choke back tears. "But I'm glad it's just because I think he's an asshole. He's my whole world."

"But you can't be in each other's lives."

"But we can't be in each other's lives."

"Love from afar kinda thing," Eddie mumbles.

"Exactly," your voice is at a whisper now. "I can never be mad at Mom though, for taking the easy way out. I wouldn't know what the fuck to do if I were in her shoes."

"I'm really sorry, Hargrove." Eddie says. "It seems like you lost more than your mom."

"I'm sorry for your loss too," you reply.

Silence lingers. Eddie continues to touch you. You love how handsy he is tonight. His touch brings you calm. Made you feel looked after. Protected. Cherished.

“I like listening to you talk,” Eddie soothes you.

You smile. “Did we just turn this into a therapy session?”

“Looks like we did,” he chuckles softly. Eddie raises a toast with the foggy, smoked-out bong in his hand. "To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club."

You hold up your lopsided joint.

"To the Asshole Dad & Dead Mom Club," you repeat after him. "And to the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

"Can't forget that shit," he says. "To the brothers we don't speak to anymore."

————🍃————

“I want you so bad, it’s driving me mad.”

The night continues on a lighter, flirtier note.

“What’s your love language?” Eddie asks you.

“Acts of service.”

“Mmm.”

“Not like that.”

“I know, I’m just fucking with you,” Eddie winks. “Makes sense though. I see it.”

“What’s yours?”

“Physical touch.”

You look down at your feet, still laid out across Eddie’s lap. A few moments ago he just wrapped up giving you a foot massage after convincing you that you were free to take your heels off.

“Acts of service as well,” Eddie smiles. “It’s 50/50.”

“I can tell,” you say.

“Yeah? How so?”

You run a foot across Eddie’s thigh, watching in amusement as his blinking quickens. He bites his lip and hums.

“I can just tell,” is what you end up saying.

“You can just tell?” Eddie bites his lip. “No other way of knowing?”

“Nope,” you giggle, gliding your foot to the inner part of his thigh. “Just a wild guess.”

Your feet do a little dance on Eddie. He tries to tickle you but you pull away.

“I think Steve’s is acts of service too,” you add. “And gift giving.”

“Nailed it,” Eddie confirms with a nod. “Harrington loves providing. Daddy Steve.”

He smirks at you when he says that. With the info you retained at Hellfire, it’s impossible to think what he’s saying isn’t an innuendo. Your foot being just inches away from his dick didn’t help the case either.

“Daddy Steve,” you echo him. “Yeah, I can tell he loves taking care of people he cares about.”

“It didn’t always used to be that way,” Eddie points out. “I used to think he was an asshat.”

“Then what happened?”

“Nancy Wheeler happened.”

The mood darkens.

“Damn…” you mutter. “It always boils down to House Mom.”

“Because it’s true,” Eddie insists. “Steve was a self-absorbed prick in high school. Then he dated Wheeler senior year. On and off. Something changed in him, when they were done for good.”

Eddie readjusts himself in his seat. You adjust yourself with him.

“It was like…” he proceeds. “Steve realized that there was more beyond himself and wanted to be a part of this greater good. It wasn’t until he started working at the bowling alley I used to frequent that I realized that he’s a pretty decent guy.”

“Like everything’s one big redemption arc for him,” you state.

“That’s exactly what it is.”

“He worked at the bowling alley?”

“He’s worked everywhere,” Eddie laughs. “Dude had so many side quests and jobs. It’s gotten to the point to where I start to wonder where he hasn’t worked.”

“Hellfire,” you point out.

“Yeah, Hellfire,” Eddie nods. “Kinda wish he did. Maybe then I can get a day off…”

“What would you do on your day off?”

“Take you out to lunch finally.”

Your gazes fixate on each other. Eddie’s cheeks turn a red hue in the moonlight, the streetlight you guys were parked under illuminating it further.

The cheeky grin on his face vanishes quickly, the moment he disengages his eye contact with you.

"Yeah, Steve... Steve's a good guy," Eddie gulps. He stares down at his lap. Touches your legs again. "One of the greatest friends I've ever had in my life."

“Mhm…”

“And now he’s my boyfriend,” he teases you with a wink.

You tsk. “Be for real.”

“Nah, I’m just playing — he’s actually my husband,” he jokes again. “And you’re just a pretty lil thing of his on the side.”

“So you think I’m pretty?”

“That’s what you got from that?”

“Who am I to get in the way of your marriage?”

“It makes things complicated between the three of us, that’s for sure.”

There’s a hint of truth in that sentence. You can tell by the way Eddie refuses to look you in the eyes again. For someone who is intentional with his eye contact, him not wanting to look your way when he says that makes it look suspicious.

Eddie cuts it with the jokes and starts up again.

“But yeah, I think you’re pretty.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you respond, drawing circles onto his inner thigh now with your feet. You do it slower. Then deeper. Clockwise then counter.

“That’s it.”

Finally, he hoists your legs off of him. To your surprise, it’s Eddie now that’s crawling towards you, closing up the space there was between you two. Now you and him are both just a thumb-width apart, faces lingering. The hunger is back.

You feel Eddie’s warm breath against you.

“I’d say a hell of a lot more about you,” Eddie adds. “But I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“That’s new,” you quip. “For as long as I’ve known you, you always gave off rebel vibes.”

“I’m trying to be good.”

“You’re failing miserably.”

You both look down at Eddie hand that is now resting at your waist. He laughs through his nose, pulling you closer to him.

“Touché.”

With his available hand, he strokes your hair, tucking a strand behind your ears. His fingers explore your cheek and take a detour to your plump lips, hovering around them as you part them slightly.

“You have no idea how hard I’ve tried to not cross any boundaries tonight,” Eddie admits. “To not get any closer to you.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

"I don't wanna ruin whatever you and Harrington have going on…”

"We're just fuck buddies," you insist. “Swear.”

Steve wouldn’t care. You know he wouldn’t. He was the one who even said that you both should give Eddie a little show. Besides, you already know it’ll be a long while until he’s officially over Nancy.

"Of course," Eddie huffs.

"Why?" you raise an eyebrow as you breathe in his face. "Are you jealous?"

"Well when you sound the way you did this morning, how could I not be?"

There it was.

The confirmation of what you already suspected closes in on you and you feel yourself shrink. Eddie enjoys the sight of it, the sight of Shy Girl growing tense just by the way he speaks to you. His fingers dance up your arm before he starts to rub your back.

“And the way you looked the day you gave Steve that private show…” he strains. “It’s like you were made for me and only me.”

“Eddie…” you moan.

“Do you know what it was like? Hm?” Eddie demands. He’s hot against your cheek now. “Touching myself, getting myself off in the bathroom to the sound of your moans? Knowing full well you were getting your back blown out just a wall over?”

You whimper as he continues to hover, the ache of wanting to be touched and destroyed by him gnawing at your soul.

“Gettin’ all dumb for me already?” Eddie taunts you when you don’t speak. “I haven’t even fucked your brains out yet.”

“Just still a little high that’s all.”

That snaps something back into Eddie. “Oh… right.”

You hear his keys jingle again before Eddie turns them back into the ignition. His headlights flash on and soon he shifts the gears back to drive. Away from the curb and back to your place you go.

Your stomach sinks.

“What are you doing?”

“Not this!” Eddie refuses. “Not when you’re not sober.”

“Eddie!” you start to regret ever saying anything. “Come on, I’m fine. I want you.”

“Yeah, well that’s another thing in my doctrine,” Eddie sighs. “I can’t mess with a lady under the influence. I don’t roll that way.”

He routes his GPS back to your place.

“I hate when you’re respectful,” you joust, crossing your arms in retaliation.

He laughs.

“Don’t worry sweetheart,” he says to you. “Next time you’re at work, I’m gonna be disrespectful as fuck.”

The night ends there and Eddie drops you off. He makes sure you get inside safely before driving away. Sadness sets in as the drugs and alcohol wear off. You drag your feet along as sneak your way into you and Max’s room.

You dream of Eddie that night. Him and Steve.

You’re in a private show room at Hellfire with the two Adonises after your heart. Steve’s destroying your pussy again, ramming into you at an intense speed while Eddie fucks himself into your mouth, his warm, sweet precum mixing with your saliva to fill your mouth to the brim.

A moan escapes you every single time Eddie hits the back of your throat.

“That’s right, baby,” Eddie coos. “Don’t be shy. C’mon, take me.”

You try not to scream as you dig your nails into his skin. Tears are streaming down your face as Eddie and Steve abuse your holes, the stimuli from both nearing you towards your climax.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Steve growls pulling you by your hair. “Taking two cocks at the same time like a champ, hm?”

Eddie releases you from his grip, allowing you to come back up for air. You spit the remnants of him back onto his long and girthy cock, stroking him while you gave your jaw a rest.

“Y-yes,” you choke out, arching your back to maximize the sensation of Steve’s thrusts. “I’m being so good.”

You beg for Steve to fuck you harder. Steve and Eddie look to each other and smirk, pleased that you even want to be challenged.

“Harrington’s got you, don’t you worry,” Eddie assures you. “On your back sweetheart.”

Steve pulls out and lets you use him as support. When you’re on your back, he grabs his cock again, stroking himself before lining himself at your tight little asshole.

“I’m gonna let you know when I go in, babe, okay?” he whispers to you, smothering your neck with kisses.

“Okay,” you nod sheepishly.

Eddie kneels down and lines himself up at your dripping cunt, kissing you on the mouth before inserting himself into you.

You let out a silent gasp as he maneuvers his way in, stretching you out even further than Steve already did.

“Oh my god,” you cry.

“Fuuuck,” Eddie moans, hand flying over your throat to wrap itself around you. “You feel so fucking good, baby.”

Then Steve starts letting himself in. He pumps into you slowly, not proceeding until you start adjusting to his length. You lay there in complete bliss, allowing them both to have their way.

“Good job, angel,” Steve cheers you on. “Being so good for us. So fucking tight…”

The speed of their thrusts are agonizingly slow. You tap them both on the arm to let them know they can speed up. They resist at first, attempting to make sure it’s really want you want.

“Please,” you whine. “I want it now, please.”

Eddie’s gaze turns grim. “Whatever you say.”

SMACK! You whimper as Eddie swats your bouncing tits and pistons into you deeper, faster. Steve meets Eddie where he’s at, picking up the pace from underneath you, holding your hips still for extra leverage.

“SHIT!” you squeal. “Y-yes, yes, right there. Don’t fucking stop!”

Three more pumps and they both hit that special spot. You start to shake as your core tightens. It feels too fucking good.

“Dirty fucking whore,” Eddie spits at you while you cry out in pleasure. “There’s no running away now baby, this is what you wanted.”

Slapping. Biting. Choking. Hair-pulling. Name-calling. Spitting. You wanted it all.

“FUCK!” you wail. “I’m gonna fucking cum. I’m cumming, I’m cumming!”

“Let it out, baby,” Eddie encourages you. “Let it out. Make a mess on both of us, there you go.”

That sentence is enough to send you over the edge. Your core is hot, walls twitching and aching.

“FUCK!” you scream one last time before —

“SIS!”

Max jolts you awake, shaking you by your shoulders.

“What? What?!” you shoot up in the bed.

“Are you okay?” Max pants. “You’re sweating like a pig.”

Now that’s a dream you didn’t ever wanna wake from. Reorienting yourself to your room, you find it hard to believe how real everything felt. You grip onto your sheets to make sure you’re really in your room.

“Yeah, I…” you stammer. “I…had a nightmare.”

“I can tell, you were making all kinds of noise in your sleep.”

Max scurries over to your dresser to retrieve your Hydroflask. She encourages you to hydrate yourself.

“I drank tonight,” you admit after a huge gulp of water. “Probably what caused it.”

“Makes sense,” Max nods, hands on her hips like a concerned mother. “You gonna be alright?”

“Yeah,” you nod. “Just need a breather.”

You grab your phone and use the flashlight feature to navigate to the bathroom. As you’re peeing, you take a look at the two text messages waiting for you.

Steve Harrington 💋

Made it home lol

Sorry,passed out. Goodnight, beautiful ❤️

You text Steve goodnight before making your way over to the next text message. Eddie.

Eddie Boss

Sweet dreams. Silly.

👸

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author’s note: the steddie threesome dream was inspired by this tiktok 🥵 foaming at the mouth tbh. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND THE DREAM THREESOME WITH STEVE & EDDIE! don’t worry, eddie x shy girl irl fuck fest smut is coming. some juicy shit has to go down first before we cross that bridge ;)

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[flownintothesun]

LAYER 001 : THE OUTSIDE.

name : westley colin johannes henrik van der sterren (mccarthy / bernardi / pollard / gunderson).

eye colour : shifting like the sea between blues and greens & grays.

hair style & colour : curly & black — catches red in the light.

clothing style : think ‘bad boy’ who can clean up damn well.

best physical feature : the ones i write about most are his ever-changing eyes, the dusting of freckles across his nose, or the dimples when he smiles.

LAYER 002 : THE INSIDE.

fears : abandonment, death of a loved one, being incapable, not being strong enough, lack of control, lack of stability, not being smart enough, being the reason a loved one gets hurt, losing his sense of self, being corrupt / evil.

guilty pleasure : musicals. he enjoys both watching them and singing them and will take this fact to his grave — unless you’re muriel or james, in which case you already know.

biggest pet peeve : incompetence that causes trouble, people who don’t respect the boundaries of his loved ones.

ambitions for the future : to be happy and loved.

 LAYER 003 : THOUGHTS.  

first thoughts waking up : coffee now pls.

what they think about most : @batteredoptimist’s james and muriel, tbh. how to love them, how to keep them safe, how to do good / right by them.

what they think about before bed : honestly it’s probably very citrusy, and i blame nonny for this, too.

what they think their best quality is : well, since we got him thinking about citrus fruits, he says his ass. i think his best quality is that he pushes himself so hard to do right by the ones he loves when the world did him so utterly wrong. he’s a fighter and he is so strong and beautiful and brave and i’m so proud of him.

LAYER 004 : WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates : single (but also this counts for his polyam triad with muriel & james)  — he just wants to spend time with the ones he loves, tbh. he doesn’t mind company, but prefers to keep dates intimate.

to be loved or respected : both, and feared too in the right circumstances. it depends on the person. by strangers? respected. by an enemy? feared. by those he loves? loved, loved, loved.

beauty or brains : he says that muriel tells him that he has both. but ehm, in a partner? i don’t think that it’s that black and white and neither does he. beauty becomes beauty when it’s something beloved, and intelligence is such a broad spectrum of knowledge. westley says (and i agree) that there is no one person that is more or less this than anyone else in the right eyes.

dogs or cats : dogs, but he loves both and he basically is a wee feral kitten. he has a golden retriever named ‘baby’ that he adores in one of my main / closed nonny-verses though and thus...dogs, but also all creatures great and small. ♡

LAYER 005 : DO THEY ...?

lie : he values honesty in relationships but he will absolutely lie to every single other person in his life that isn’t intimately close.

believe in themselves : he has a weird relationship with this, and it kind of teeters back and forth.

believe in love : of course he does. he’s loved too deeply to doubt that love is one of the greatest forces on earth.

want someone : *waves at james and muriel* but also, he wants ‘home’ and ‘family’.

LAYER 006 : HAVE THEY EVER ...?

been on stage : verse-dependent.

changed who they were to fit in : sure. he’ll do whatever it takes in a pinch to get himself and his loved ones out of or into whatever scenario presents itself.

LAYER 007 : FAVOURITES

favourite colour : gold

favourite animal : he says don’t make him choose. he seems to have an affinity for pretty much all animals — but maybe dogs and birds?

favourite book :   he has adhd and has trouble focusing if it’s not special interest. he likes to make up / tell stories, or hear them from others. if he wants to learn something though, he will BURY himself in source material.

favourite game :  no one plays board games or video games with him, he’s absolutely relentless.

LAYER 008 : AGE

day their next birthday will be : june 26, 2023.

how old will they be : verse-dependent. infinite, or technically somewhere between 26-28.

LAYER 009 : FINISH THE SENTENCE

i love my husbands.

i feel deeply, sometimes i feel too much.

i hide from rejection. i don’t want to be a disappointment.

i miss feeling as though i belonged somewhere in the world.

i (rarely) have all the answers.

#➤ 𝟶. 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙾𝙾𝙻 ┊ westley mccarthy.

[lady-celeste25]

I was listening to a song and I remembered this au/what I wanted season four to look like.

So, now I’m designing something around it.

Pretty much, instead of all of the numbers of the lab dying, they all team up.

Eleven is living in Cali, realizes she misses her powers and misses Hawkins and is just not happy. She gets arrested, the van is stopped like normal. Instead of the doctors being in the van, it’s all of the numbers. Number 002, who I named Sean, is like: Hey, girlfriend. We’re goin. Come on. Come to find out, everyone knows of Vecna/001/Henry is coming back and they’re all gonna take them down together. El’s all like: Well, okay. Let’s get this bitch. They all train together and they help El get her powers back in a nicer, calmer way than Papa.

In this au, Max doesn’t die. They all kick 001’s ass. And then they kinda live like a little family. A group of them go storming into Russia, save everyone.

I just really didn’t want them to die.

Numbers and names-

002-Season, 003-Jesse, 004-Allison, 005-Jackie, 006-Jeremy, 007-Kristen, 008-Kali (obv), 009-Diana, 010-Cameron, 011-Jane (obv), 012-Douglas, 013-Erik, 014-Luis, 015-Julie, 016 and 017- Samuel and Tyler, 018-Anna.

Let me know if ya’ll wanna know anything else.

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