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trashmouth-padfoot · 1 year

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Not long after the Vecna fight, and after Eddie is discharged from the hospital, him and his band mates leave Hawkins. Their reputations in Hawkins are basically in the fucking gutter, and they had a gig out of town, so they hauled ass.

Steve, who may or may not have some memory issues due to head trauma, completely forgets Eddie. He, honestly, forgets a lot of things, and when he’s about 25, him and Robin move away from the shithole that is called Hawkins and get a flat together in the city, insisting that they could do it.

And they did.

They pay their bills and rent on time, they budget their money, and they’re comfortable. So what if Robin brings home the occasional woman and it always ends with mumbled farewells that wake Steve up every time. He doesn’t mind. Just like Robin doesn’t mind when Steve starts bringing home girls, and the occasional guy (after the first one, Robin’s all like “YOU LIKE DUDES? WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME??”).

Every once in awhile, Steve and Robin make sure to call the kids, catching up and seeing how they’re doing. Dustin always asks how Steve is doing, and Steve always says good, even if he isn’t.

Steve was pretty surprised when the kids, each one of them, showed up at his and Robin’s door randomly. Steve blinked, about to ask why they were there, but Robin swooped in and let the kids in, excitedly greeting them.

“Did I forget something again?” Steve asked Robin as she was getting the kids drinks. Robin ruffled Steve’s hair.

“Nah, doofus, I planned this. Don’t worry.” Steve flashed a smile and joined everyone in the ‘living room’, which really was the doorway/kitchen/living room.

“What exactly did you plan, Rob?” Steve asked as he sat on the coffee table, glancing over the kids and observing how much they’ve aged in just a couple years.

“We’re gonna go see Eddie’s band in concert,”Dustin said with a wide grin, but Steve didn’t catch on. Dustin understood fast that Steve had lost all memory of the brunet, smiling still. “Corroded Coffin. I don’t know if it’s your style but Eddie said we could hang out with him and the guys as like a Hellfire reunion,” Dustin informed, doing some odd, back-of-the-hand fist bump with Mike. Steve smiled and nodded. He was fine with that.

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The concert rolled around, and everyone but Steve was surprised by the huge turn out. Eddie had bought the gang’s tickets for them, and so they had no idea how expensive, or scarce they would’ve been. But judging off the fact the venue was jam packed, they assumed they dodged a bullet by being old friends with the band mates.

Steve felt an odd feeling in his stomach when the band walked on, the guitarist speaking excitedly into the mic. In fact, the guitarist was the only person Steve could focus on. His hair was long, and was tugged into a loose, high bun. Tattoos coated his arms, and he wore a slightly cropped, ripped to shit black shirt that read Corroded Coffin in lightning-esque lettering.

Eddie was quick to pick out his old friends from the crowd, letting Gareth speak as he watched them. Dustin and Robin had told him that Steve didn’t remember much of his last years in Hawkins, and the years before that were a little spotty as well, so he was forgotten. Eddie didn’t mind this much, especially not now that he saw Steve, wearing cute tight jeans and a deep maroon sweater, staring up at Eddie with pure amazement.

Eddie made sure to hold eye contact with Steve as much as possible, and the best part? Steve didn’t look away. His crush on Steve was horrible in Highschool, but he had gotten over it after leaving Hawkins. He got with a couple guys, he got over it. But now? God he was reverting right back into his high school days, heart racing just at the way Steve’s eyes would flick over his body or how he’d fix his hair. Did Steve even like men? God, Eddie sure fucking hoped so.

After the concert, the crew was escorted backstage and into the band’s dressing room. After excited greetings and hugs and stuff of that matter, Eddie’s eyes fell onto Steve again. Robin was talking to him, a comforting hand on his arm as Steve’s brows furrowed in thought. Eddie approached.

“Hey there,” Eddie greeted, and Robin turned, smiling.

“Hey Eds.” Robin knelt up to Eddie’s ear. “He’s trying to remember you. He probably won’t.” Eddie simply nodded, flashing a grin at Steve.

“Hey. Names Eddie, yours?”

“Steve. Steve Harrington.” Steve held his hand out to be shook, but Eddie took it, bowed, and kissed the back of his hand. Steve flushed all shades of red as Eddie rose again.

“Pleasure meeting you, my liege.”

“Y-yeah. You- you too.” Eddie let his eyes flick over Steve’s form. He flashed another grin.

“I hope this isn’t the last I see of you?” Eddie proposed, and Steve flushed red.

“You want my number?”

“Of course I do.”

“I- yeah- give me a moment- Rob what’s our flats phone number?”

#I’ve hopped on the Steve with memory loss bandwagon #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve stranger things #eddie stranger things #eddie x steve #steddie #corroded coffin #gareth stranger things #robin buckley #robin stranger things #dustin henderson #dustin stranger things

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juicequeen21 · 1 year

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Death Note au where Light and Misa travel around pretending to be in need of help so men will come up and try to save the day where they then rob them blind. They also try and lure in predators and kill them.

L is trying to catch them and every time he comes close they manage to get away. L is fine with them getting away because he can track them down again makeout with the brunet and wake up in the morning to him gone so the chase begins again.

#death note #light yagami #l lawliet #misa amane #death note au #im imagining this as an old western kinda thing

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titlemewickedwonderland · 2 years

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7 Minutes in Hawkins (Robin's Vers.)

Sipping at the drink she still held in her hand Y/N watched the bottle spin with a lazy eye. Wondering who'd have to endure 7 minutes with her in the bathroom. She glanced up at the others as they intently stared at the bottle too probably wondering if they were going to be the lucky winners. Amusing. The girl didn't need to look down when the sound of the bottle finally stopped to know who she landed on. It was written all over the faces of those around her; didn't help as heads began to turn towards the girl sitting cross-legged leaning up against the bed by Steve. A small smirk graced Y/N's features as she rose to her feet and stretched before walking over to Robin and holding her hand out.

"Alright. Looks like it's me and you girl. You ready?" she tilted her head with a reassuring smile on her face as Robin's dumbfounded expression looked up at her.

"Um, yeah. Yeah of course." her hand grabbed YN's as she was helped up and the girls headed out of the room; Y/N choosing to ignore the whispers they left behind as she closed the bedroom door in favor of leading herself and Robin to the bathroom down the hall.

When they finally made it to the bathroom Y/N closed the door behind her and chose to sit leaning against the sink cabinet while Robin sat on the floor with her back to the tub. The girls didn't say anything at first; Robin picking at her nails was a tall tale that she was nervous. Why Y/N could only guess. The two had become rather close since the Upside Down events transpired so Y/N could pick out the little habits the girl had. Smiling to herself the H/C-haired girl rested her head back against the wood with a wistful look on her face which got the attention of the other female.

"What's that look for?" Robin asked with an amused glint in her eyes.

"Oh, nothing at all. Just thinking. The last time we got stuck together we nearly died." Y/N laughed a little bit as she turned her head to look at the short-haired brunet. "Hey, speaking of. Remember when you promised yourself that if we got out of there alive that you'd finally go ask Tammy Thompson out? Whatever happened to that?" she asked raising a brow curiously.

Robin laughed a bit and looked down at her hands in her lap. "Yeah, I did promise that didn't I? Heh, well I um…I met someone else who stole my heart instead."

Now that caught Y/N's attention. She like Steve had been one of the very few who Robin had confronted about her sexuality about liking girls. Little did Robin know that Y/N swung both ways herself so she was very excited to hear one of her best female friends was the same in liking girls. So the mention of Robin finding someone else instead of Tammy Thompson; the girl who had captured Robin's attention for so many years through high school intrigued Y/N. She sat forward with wide eyes filled with excitement.

"Yeah? For real? Geez, I thought you'd never pass Tammy Thompson over for the world. Lemme guess, is it Vickie? I saw the little glances you guys have shared, and you worked at the volunteer meal station with her during the earthquake recovery period didn't you?" she said in a rush watching in delight as Robin's face lit up a little bit and a blush crept to her cheeks.

"Yeah…Vickie, she was in the band march with me. But…I wasn't talking about Vickie, Y/N." Robin stated in a softer tone making the other girl's brows furrow in confusion as a frown graced her features.

"Was there someone else I don't know about? Come on, I hadn't seen anyone else giving you googly eyes that I know of; you flirting behind my back with some girl I don't know about? How dare you Robs, I thought we were friends." Y/N joked reaching across the bathroom space to smack her foot playfully.

Robin chuckled and kicked at her hand playfully in return before her face fell slightly as she looked down at the floor again suddenly looking nervous. "No…she's someone who likes to make herself known publically very often; except maybe with her friends." she shrugged.

Y/N's head cocked seeing her friend's nervousness so she decided to scoot over to her so they were shoulder to shoulder leaning against the tub. She lightly shoved her shoulder with Robins with a smile soft on her features as she spoke in a quiet tone; the kind of tone she often used when Robin was getting anxious and she was right there to help reassure her.

"Okay. Well, tell me about her." she offered encouragingly.

Robin chuckled slightly before resting her head on her friend's shoulder as she sighed staring at the ceiling as she spoke. "Well, she's amazing. So freaking kind. But she's one of those people who when she enters the room just gravitate towards her because of her charisma. Her boldness sometimes borderlines being cocky especially when she gets into a sassy mood but it doesn't take away from the fact that she's one hell of a fighter. But, I've learned she's got a big heart that loves unconditionally, her loyalty and her love for her friends are so fierce that she'd run straight into a crowd of demobats just to save them." her voice was soft as she spoke; a slight quiver in her tone as her eyes misted over as she continued.

"She's always there for her kids and has no problem with smacking Steve over the head whenever he tries to take her spot as the mommy of the group but she also wouldn't hesitate to drag a half-dying Eddie back through the portal to save him. She doesn't know that every night I'd fight over myself to call her and tell her how I feel; to thank her for all the time that she'd been there for me…for accepting me for all my faults and mistakes. Never left me behind or made me feel unwelcomed even when I was such a cocky bitch sometimes."

Robin's hand slipped into Y/N's and she braved a look over to the teen only to see the glitter of a tear trail on her cheek. She was startled a bit at this and she shifted in her spot on the floor to peer into her face. "Omg Y/N are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't-"

Y/N leaned forward quickly and pressed her lips to Robin's. There was a difference between kissing a boy and kissing a girl. While generally there was some sort of aggression or alternative meaning behind it there was something a little more intimate when it came to kissing girls. Not that Y/N had much experience with that herself but she could definitely tell kissing Robin was like kissing the petals of a rose. The softness of her lips and the tentative press was something delicate and made Y/N feel fuzzy inside while the butterflies went haywire in her belly.

Pulling back a few inches to search Robin's face the girl's expression was awestruck and dumbfounded as her eyes peeked open slightly to look at Y/N. The girl giggled a bit and licked her lips as Robin exhaled a bit as she spoke.

"You taste like cherry…" she mumbled dreamily and Y/N laughed giddily as she pressed another kiss, this one shorter than the first to her lips.

"Good thing you like cherry." she teased making Robin blush.

The girls looked over at the door realizing it was open and not only was Dustin standing there but Eddie and Steve leaned over his shoulder staring wide-eyed. Eddie grinned cheekily before he held his hand out to Steve "I told you so. Pay up, Harrington."

disgruntled the brunet grumbled and dug into his pocket for his wallet only to slap a few bucks into the rocker's waiting hand. Dustin just stood there staring wide-eyed like he'd seen a naked girl for the first time before he suddenly looked over his shoulder at the other two before speaking while nodding his head as if what he was saying made perfect sense.

"Well, looks like we got two moms now." which made the two girls burst into uncontrollable laughter that followed the boys as they walked down the hallway back to the bedroom.

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#stranger things #stranger things fic #7 minutes in heaven #robin buckley #robin buckley x yn #robin buckley x reader

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reallyromealone · 2 years

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Halloween was upon everyone and (name) and Eddie were excited, they had big plans this year.

This was little (sons names) first Halloween!

The pup had no clue what was going on, wearing a tiny Beetlejuice costume as (name) and Eddie dressed as the Nathan's, Eddie rocking a dress.

The kids were all hyped along with Robin and dragged steve with her as they were a package deal.

The tweens were excited as hell and little Holly was joining them this year so Mr and Mrs wheeler could have a night to themselves, apparently finding that spark again but the small child was chill as she held onto (name)s hands "remember, meet back at the street sign at eight and then we come back and watch a movie" Steve said as the group split up, the tweens wanting to go goof off while the adults and children did a simple trick or treat "you two are totally using (sons name) for candy"

"No proof" (name) said with a sly grin and Eddie nodded "we just want our boy to have a good Halloween" before the couple took holly and (sons name) to their first house, the tiny pup getting extra candy because he was precious as hell.

"Dustin is gonna try and yoink our three Musketeers" Eddie said and (name) chuckled "he better have something worth the exchange" and Eddie just snorted at that, mumbling something about the Henderson's and their nugat. "When it got a little later, (name) put a light sweater on holly and (sons name) to make sure they kept warm "you good Hun?"

"Yeah!" Holly said happily and ran up to the next house with Eddie who took over holding their pup "How do you think the shitheads are doing" Steve asked eating a chocolate bar as robin ate a sucker "oh they are probably getting into some mischief but as long as it's not a crime..." (Name) said simply as Eddie and the children returned and (sons name) gave a big yawn "oh someone's tired" (name) said fixing his sons hair "good job bud, you did good for your first Halloween!" Eddie cheered to the babe who was basically passed out in his dad's arms "let's hit up a few more houses and then check on the brats"

By time they went to the party, holly was asleep in Steve's arms and (sons name) was letting out tiny snores "how goes the candy collection?"

The tweens had candy filled pillow cases "Mrs. Roberts is giving full sized bars!"

"Shit really? Shame the babes are asleep" (name) said teasingly as he went to fix his brothers costume "(naaame) it's supposed to me like that"

"Well finish up, it's almost eight"

The drive home was split between Eddie and Steve, Eddie and (name) taking: holly, their kid, Dustin, Lukas and El.

Steve took : max, Will and Mike with Robin sitting upfront.

"You guys have fun? Loving the ghost costume el!" (Name) said as he glanced back at the group of pups "thank you (name)" Eleven looked very happy as she held her costume in her lap while trading candy with Lukas "what movie are we watching anyways?"

"Well, rob and Stevie managed to save us a copy of Poltergeist" Eddie said as he took (name)s hand gently, rubbing his thumb over the top of his hand as he drove "wait really?!" Dustin was hyped as the kids got excited "remember there's two sleeping pups here" Eddie chastised gently and the kids just looked hyped as they made it to the Munson residence, the other half already there and waiting for Eddie and (name) "Steve unlock the door while I get the pups" (name) said tossing the brunet the house keys as he and Eddie collected the pups, Eddie with their son and (name) with little Holly "Mrs wheeler said if she falls asleep before her bath to just get her in her pjs and I can let you handle her hair yeah?" (Name) said and Eddie nodded, the two walking into the apartment and thankfully they told the neighbors that they would have people over as the kids giggles and laughed as the parents put the pups to sleep, a spare fold up bed for little holly and (sons name) his crib.

The two changed the kids and Eddie put Holly's hair in two loose braids before tucking them in and turning on the nightlight.

Returning to the movie night, everyone had gotten the snacks set up as Eddie got into his recliner, a gift from the party as a collective for fathers day "you aren't a dad without a dad chair!" Mike said with a shit eating grin but it was used often and quickly became Eddie's chair.

(Name) was about to sit on the couch when Eddie pulled him into his lap as the tweens fake gagged "ew old people kissing!"

"Oh hush, you're all gonna be old too!"

Eventually everyone settled down as the movie started, (name) feeding Eddie snacks as he ate contently and snuggled into his mate as the smell of Eddie's pharamones soothed him, a soft kiss on (name)s head and a gently rubbing on his hip had (name) turned into putty.

(Name) smiled as he watched his friends and family all together and happy and let out soft purrs of content.

When the movie ended the kids were all passed out as Steve and Robin made their leave "we did it babe.." (name) said softly "we used our kid for free candy"

"I knew it!" Dustin said sleepily before passing out.

#eddie munson x male reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things x male reader #male reader #eddie munson x reader

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gatheringfiki · 1 year

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The following ficlet was written by @2shuang based on this photoset.

Britchell, E.

You might also be able to read this story on AO3.

If you’ve enjoyed this story, please leave a comment either in replies or on AO3. :)

When you pinch up a little fox

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It was a colder winter than usual.

George complained in Mitchell's cabin. Every full moon since winter had become more torturous, because no one, not even a werewolf, could stand to lie naked in the snow at -2℃.

"I'll have your paracetamol ready." said the vampire, taking two cans of beer from George's backpack.

"I knew you wouldn't give up your house." The werewolf rolled his eyes.

"Or else? Am I gonna sleep in a tree?" Mitchell shrugged.

"You can come back, with us," George said. "...sleep on the couch." George and Annie didn't leave his room when they moved into the new house, given that the brunet had decided to settle in New Zealand with his boyfriend a few years ago.

The vampire just shook his head. "It's not bad here."

George sighed. Two years ago, Mitchell suddenly moved back to Bristol, into an abandoned cabin in the mountain. From then on, the vampire was completely cut off from the human world and no longer talked about "being human". He would come every month to bring something to Mitchell and spend his night in the woods. Annie would come too, usually at a different time to him, but sometimes together.

When Mitchell first came back, he was so bad they were afraid to ask what had happened in New Zealand. It was about six months before they found out. Anders was dead.

After chatting until it was late, Mitchell abruptly got up and headed for the door.

"Where are you going?"

"Get a tree."

Mitchell, of course, didn't actually go look for a tree. Instead, under the moonlight, he walked aimlessly through the woods among the insects, soft snow and dry branches squeaking under his boots. Then, just as he was hesitating about whether he should stroll all night or find a place to rest, suddenly, a furry tail came into view.

It was a little fox sleeping in the dead grass against the roots of a tree. This season, foxes should have a cave to shelter them from the cold. Mitchell surmised that other animals had robbed it of its den and had had to improvise a place to rest. The fox was wrapped in its big golden red tail, with some snow on its fur, like a thin layer of icing on a cupcake. They were probably blown down from the trees by the night wind after it fell asleep.

Mitchell looked at it quizzically, wondering how the supposedly alert little creature could not even react when he walked in. But looking at its regularly undulating back, it was not dead, really sleeping.

Unable to say his motive, the vampire took his coat off and covered the little one's cold, damp fur——the vampire wouldn't have felt cold anyway. Before leaving, he even stroked its soft ears.

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The little fox had a warm dream of sweet Christmas wine, gift boxes wrapped in coloured paper and cool hugs in the middle of summer. It twitched its ears and instinctively tucked the head under the warm jacket, which, from a distance, looked like a piece of clothing discarded to the roots of a tree. After a long wolf howl, at midnight, the small mass of clothing suddenly stirred, but the creature didn't even open its eyes; it just licked the tip of its tail half-asleep and went back to sleep.

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When Mitchell returned to his cabin, George was cleaning up the mess he had left behind.

The vampire folded his arms and looked at his friend, who was trying to restore the bed to its original shape from shattered planks, frowning. "Is this really not a plot by you and Annie?" He knew they'd been trying to get him back to live with them.

"I swear, no." The werewolf looked a little guilty. Afterwards, as if something had occurred to him, he suddenly stepped out of the room and carried a huge package out of the trunk of the car parked outside. He set it down in front of the vampire and patted it, "At least, you'll have enough quilts to hit the floor until your bed is fixed."

Mitchell looked like he was about to bite him right off.

“And an air mattress?”

Before the vampire strode over to turn him into breakfast, George reached out and stopped him. "I'll fix it!" he said.

The vampire paused for a second and kept pressing closer.

"I'll buy you a new one! Delivery!" George shouted, and after a few quick taps on his phone, turned the screen towards Mitchell, "Er, in three days."

Mitchell rolled his eyes at him, then turned to rummage through the huge package and pulled out a cashmere blanket. Obviously, it was put by Annie. Even though a vampire didn't need it, she always prepared things for him as if he were a human.

As Mitchell headed out with the blanket, the werewolf called out from behind, "Aren't you going to help me clean up?"

“I saw a stray fox in the woods last night.”

"So?"

"Go make sure it survives this winter," Mitchell said, waving his blanket.

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In the morning light, the golden fox slowly woke up, surrounded by a familiar smell that confused it as to where exactly it was. Then, suddenly, its tiny head out from the clothes, and then looked around in confusion——a lifeless woods.

Just when it thought the smell was only from its dream, the clothes sliding off its back made it freeze.

The little fox hastily pulled its tail out of the jacket and turned around to stare at it in disbelief. A long time later, it abruptly whimpered, arching its head against the edge of the shirt, trying to re-buried itself back into it.

Mitchell.

After several times failing, the little fox's bark became irritated. It pressed its nose to the coat and sniffed it again, and the paws scratched hard at the ground. Then it nipped at a corner of the clothes, trying to drag it away.

He had never been out of the woods before and was afraid to wander around. Because he had heard the hunter's gun, and the dying howls followed it. He had been waiting for his second birthday when a skinchanger could transform, so all he had to do until he was two was to protect himself in this forest. After all, who knows if he'll turn into a real fox or rabbit next life.

But the realisation that "Mitchell was nearby" made him lose all patience.

The little fox struggled to drag the coat, but after only two meters, he had to stop. The creature looked back at it in frustration, grumbling about why the vampire had bought such a heavy jacket! If he had kept dragging it like this, he might not have been able to get out of the woods until the winter was over.

With one last look at it, the little fox wagged his tail, turned, and ran ahead. He could bring Mitchell back to pick it up when he found him.

Although the it had never been out of the woods before, luckily, it was not far from the vampire's cabin. It ran as fast as it could along the footprints in the snow, leaving numerous tiny paw prints in the vampire's.

However, not long after the run, the snow on the ground gradually disappeared. Under the sunshine, it trampled on the muddy wet ground, looking around and finally picking a direction by intuition.

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Mitchell had forgotten which road he had taken last night and could only go into the woods as he remembered it. In fact, he was not even sure if the pretty creature would still be where it was. It might have gone somewhere else after waking up, but he still had to look for, or at least get his clothes back.

And when the brunet finally took a few detours to find his clothes, the fox had long disappeared. Only his clothes were left alone.

Mitchell picked up the jacket and put the blanket down.

Hope the stray fox will be smart enough to pick it away instead of leaving the blanket that could keep it warm over the winter like a scrap.

Before leaving, the vampire noticed two rows of footprints in the other direction, one belonging to him—it was only then that Mitchell realised that he had taken a much longer route—and the other apparently belonging to a little fox.

Mitchell followed the overlapping footprints. He thought perhaps he could find the little fox with the pretty tail.

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When a cabin finally came into view, the little creature excitedly chased its tail in two circles before continuing to run towards it. But it had not run to the front of the cabin; an unfamiliar figure appeared suddenly, walking towards the door. The little fox swished to the side of the wheel and peered out cautiously to observe.

The man wasn't Mitchell. And he didn't want to break into a hunter's house by mistake and then be shot and sold.

It waited for a long time before waiting for the man to come out of the house.

George?

He had seen him in Mitchell's Skype with him, and the vampire would always mention this friend, a werewolf. It occurred to the little fox that last night had been a full moon, and he did seem to have heard a wolf howling in his sleep.

So, this cabin was actually George’s place for the full moon. So maybe it’s George who took the clothes into the woods too... It ran back into the woods before the werewolves found him. Although he did not see his vampire, at least he found George! So, all he has to do now is retrieve Mitchell’s clothes first, then sneak into the cabin and wait for his transformation in half a month. Next, he can wait for the good-natured werewolf on the next full moon without worrying about...

A sudden sharp pain in its hind leg abruptly interrupted the little fox’s thoughts.

The little one looked at the trap on his hind legs and let out a desperate, mournful wail.

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Mitchell looked at the disappearing footprints, then at the blinding sunlight overhead, and sighed.

Maybe he wouldn't be able to find that fox after all. He thought. He didn't know where his inexplicable obsession with it came from, maybe out of pity for a weak creature or just because it made him feel more "human" to care for another being.

Ever since he lost control and bit Anders to death, he hadn't thought about "being human". What kind of human would kill the person he loved most while making love?! When he finally came to his senses, his boyfriend was lying quietly in his arms, on the bloody bed. Then he realised that it was even too late to turn Anders.

Mitchell hung his head in frustration and clutched the clothes in his arms. Anders bought it.

But then, suddenly, he heard a faint howl.

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The golden creature stared at the trap biting into its hind leg, its tail slapping the ground anxiously. Shivering, it tried to move the trapped left leg, but the excruciating pain caused it to moan again. The tiny creature gasped sharply for a moment but struggled to brace itself on front paws and turned with difficulty to crawl back to George's cabin.

It was close to the cabin, so he might return before the hunters found him.

Dragging its hurt leg and heavy trap, it had to stop for a while almost every meter it moved, leaving a sinuous trail of blood on the ground.

He remembered what the vampires always said: George was a nice guy. Although he would not take home a wild fox as a pet, he certainly would not turn a blind eye to a wounded creature. All he could hope for now was that George wouldn't leave too soon and that he wouldn't have to face an empty cabin.

However, the wound on its leg was still too much for the weak fox, and it had only crawled less than ten meters before collapsing from exhaustion, with his consciousness fading from the pain. Then, a sound of footsteps from far away to close to the little one suddenly snapped back to attention.

He wasn't willing to be taken away and sold! There's only half a month left!

The little fox struggled again to find a hiding place, even though it knew there was no way it could outrun the human race. And the colour of its fur was too obvious in the winter's dead leaves, so before it could find a place to hide, the little one had been picked up by a pair of hands.

It let out a shrill yelp in a split second and tried to jump out with the tiny paws, but the more it struggled, the more painful the wound on its leg became. Only when the little creature turned it over onto its back to lie in the man's arms, with the injured leg gently propped up after the trap had been removed, that the little fox, which had been making such a fuss, finally calmed down. However, it was only quiet for a few seconds before it once again pitifully and miserably arched its little head over the vampire's arms, whimpering.

The little one kept pawing at the vampire's clothes, and its moans sounded more and more pitiful. Mitchell looked into the blue eyes in his arms. It was the first time he had ever seen a fox in tears, and he even read hope and sadness in them. He held the fox as if it were a baby, let it grasp his clothes with the paws, with its little head against his chest.

"You recognise my clothes?" Mitchell thought for a moment, attributing its unusually clingy behaviour to the scent on his clothes.

The little fox purred, but pity the vampire couldn't understand what that meant.

"I'll take you home first." He lowered his head and nuzzled the pretty creature, causing the fox to purr again.

Before leaving, Mitchell looked back at the long trail of blood on the ground and held the golden one tighter.

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Mitchell had always wondered what look Anders got when he bit him on the neck.

He didn't know and couldn't remember.

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When he brought the hurt fox home, Mitchell had no idea that after its leg had healed, the little one would still roll in his bed and refuse to leave.

The vampire looked at the golden creature who continued to sleep with his little paws over its eyes and rubbed the round belly, then the furry head, and finally its pretty tail. Until the fox finally got so annoyed with him that it couldn't sleep anymore. It rolled over and bit him on the arm exasperatedly.

"Tomorrow is Christmas Eve," Mitchell said as the little fox cocked its little butt to stretch.

It stopped to look at him with a bit of anticipation. After all, he had never seen snow at Christmas before. But Mitchell's later words made the fox look forward to it less again.

"George and Annie will both come." The vampire teased its ears, "I wonder if you'll get to see Annie."

The little fox thought about it and couldn't come up with an answer. If it had been Anders, it might have been able to see her by Bragi's power. But it didn't have the mind to dwell on that; it just yawned and then found the sunniest place in the room and curled up with its eyes closed.

For him, a Christmas without sex, what's the difference between that and every other day?

Wait, Sex? !

As he was no longer in a hurry to find out after being picked up by Mitchell, he almost forgot that he could change into human form two days later.

"Andy?" the vampire called out suspiciously as he looked at the little fox who had suddenly lifted its head from its furry golden tail, while the pretty one didn't even give him a look before it buried its head back, comfortable to sleep up.

This year's Christmas Eve was more festive than Mitchell had imagined, due to a bow tie Annie brought.

The little fox went on alert the moment she took it out of her package, scurrying up behind the vampire at once and growling menacingly at Annie. Annie, however, looked as if her heart was melting because of its kitten-like voice.

"Mitchell, you must take him back!"

The little creature hated this physical 'cuteness'.

The vampire turned to look at the tiny one whose tail was raised high in anger, then at his friend, who was slowly approaching with the bow against his chest. Mitchell couldn't help but giggle, "Do you need my help?"

"Of course." Annie replied as a matter of fact, "And I have a gold one just for him."

No. NO. MITCHELL! DON'T DARE YOU!

Mitchell grabbed the fox as it tried to slip away, crouched down to whisper "I promise this is the only time". Then with one arm around the fox's belly and one hand on his butt, the vampire carried it with belly up and restrained it to the maximum. So that when Annie tied that bow onto the pretty tail that kept waving, the little one could only slap a paw in the vampire's face in annoyance.

Finally, the little fox was numbly put on a collar with a bell and a silly Christmas hat before being allowed to run off to the corner of the cabin to have a tantrum all to itself. It didn't take long, though, for Mitchell to apologise and remove the woolly hat from its ears before it took a bite out of his hand.

As he chatted with Annie and George, Mitchell held the little one on his lap at all times, stroking it from its back to the tail. When the tail was caught by the vampire, it always broke free quickly, but again the furry tail fell right into his palm each time when he turned it over.

However, the little fox was not as energetic as the other three and fell quietly asleep in Mitchell's arms before dinner. It wasn't until a small piece of gingerbread was passed under his nose that the fox suddenly sniffed and then, without opening his eyes, took it.

Perhaps due to exhaustion from pre-change, it had been sleeping sickly on Mitchell's lap. When it finally reluctantly opened the eyelids, it found that it and the vampire were the only ones left in the cabin.

Mitchell placed his palm under its head, and the little one, looking around, immediately leaned its head up, squinting and purring as the vampire tickled his chin. "Annie and George have gone back.

The little fox looked up at him, with the mini bell tinkling.

"George has a date with Nina tomorrow." The little head rested back on Mitchell's hand.

It really was one of the reasons George and Annie didn't stay, though not the most important one. The vampire thought. And, even though the little creature curled up in his lap was very human, he didn't want to re-tell what had happened in Christmases two years ago.

"Sleep." He petted the golden fox, whose eyes had closed again, and carried it back to bed—it had refused to sleep in the nest Mitchell had so lovingly laid out for him from the day it was brought home.

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The following morning, Mitchell was awakened by the sound of a crisp bell and comfort between his legs. He grunted in his half-sleep and subconsciously held the cheeks pressed against his waist, punching himself into the warm, tight ring.

"Mmm..." The golden one suddenly pushed against the pleasure spot, went weak at the waist and almost fell on top of the vampire. Anders frowned as he stared at the brunette whose eyes hadn't even opened, slapping Mitchell across the face.

Not hard, but enough to wake the vampire up. Though what he didn't expect was for Mitchell to freeze for a few seconds, and then he suddenly rolled over and pinned him to the bed, pinching his thighs and fucking so hard. Anders' curses turned into soft whimpers before releasing, mingling with the uninterrupted ringing of his bell.

The blonde raised his neck and groaned loudly as the vampire thrust harder and faster. He put his arms around his lover's shoulder and tried to pull him into a kiss. But Mitchell avoided his lips and buried his face against his neck. This position made Anders almost completely fold. His legs were open to the point that they hurt, while the vampire did not care about these, just more and more mad to torture his prostate.

It took a few moments before Anders could distinguish the sobs belonging to the vampire from his own murmurs and rings. He clutched Mitchell's head, gasped increasingly rapidly and was even dizzied from lack of oxygen, nearly coming.

"Mitch...John...!" Anders shivered violently, finally coming on Mitchell's belly, crying his name.

The golden creature went limp on the bed and submissively allowed the vampire to cum deep in his passage.

When the crisp ringing of the bell finally stopped, the vampire's sobs became clearer and louder. Then, as his own breathing calmed, Anders grabbed Mitchell's curls and tugged hard, forcing the brunette to look into his eyes.

"Look at me, puppy." Anders stared into those wet puppy eyes, the vampire in front of him now not looking at all like the bastard who had just almost fucked him unconscious, "I'm not your sex dream."

Mitchell froze like a broken computer, giving no response. It wasn't until Anders lifted his left leg and kicked him, gesturing for the vampire to look at his leg, that Mitchell finally responded.

He pulled himself out of Anders and lifted his calf - a scar was plainly visible below the knee. Mitchell's wrist shook slightly, rubbing his thumb over the scar, and as he lowered his head and kissed it, his whole body shook uncontrollably.

It was only now that Mitchell eventually noticed that the sweet blonde with his legs spread had a gorgeous, fluffy tail and a pair of fluffy fox ears hidden between his golden hair.

"Aren't you?" the vampire put his leg down and rewrapped Anders into his arms, trying to come to terms with the fact that he'd picked Anders up from the woods. But, as he rejoiced, his chest once again ached like the heart had been squeezed tight. He couldn't stop imagining what if he hadn't found the little fox that day, what if his little fox had been taken by the hunter who had laid the trap... One horrible thought after another made him hold his baby, who was flapping the tip of his tail, close to him in fear.

"Or you can take a bite and have a taste, but I won't promise I'll taste the same as before..." He hadn't finished when Mitchell suddenly looked up and interrupted him in a loud voice as abruptly as he was stressed.

"DON'T JOKE WITH IT!" Then, staring at his stunning blonde, Mitchell rested his forehead against the little fox's, with his voice softening, "Please... don't joke with it...I won't hurt you again..."

While Anders was puzzled, he saw Mitchell's eyes turn dark unexpectedly, and when Mitchell took his finger against his teeth, he couldn't feel the vampire's sharp fangs.

"What have you done?!"

"It's the only way..." The vampire nuzzled him to fawn with his nose like a puppy who had upset his master. "The only way to ensure I will never hurt you again... you said you would come back to me." Before the door closed.

"What if I can't ?!"

"Don't know." Mitchell was extraordinarily honest about it. "I just want to protect you from a monster, when you get back."

"Egg..." Anders was so angry that he wanted to scold him all day, while Mitchell's poor expression prevented any of his expletives from coming out. Finally, he could only grab the vampire's collar and bring his lips to, "Now, FUCK me, hard, fierce, or I'll leave immediately and...Hum...!"

#Gathering 12 Days 2022 #Britchell #Anders/Mitchell #The Almighty Johnsons #Being Human (UK)

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rhythm-catsandwine · 10 months

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Queer Friend Group

“I wish we had more friends.” Kirk and Lars walked on the path flowing like a river on their ranch.

“You have me, James, Rob, Jason….” Lars named all the people that were more than aquatints to them.

“First of all, you don’t count. Second I want a group of friends like us.”

“You mean queer or gay?” The brunet wiggled his fingers in quotation with the last word.

“Yeah, but we can’t have that.”

“Why we can do whatever we want.”

“If we did. Then we’d always be at risk of people finding out. Finding out about us.”

“Would that be so bad? It’s not like everyone would just stop listening to us. The ones we did, we don’t want them as a fan in the first place.“

Master post

#writerspridemonth23 #metallica fanfiction #rpf #tw rpf #tw homophobia #only slightly though or impied #klars #kirk/lars

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iwasreading · 1 year

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on things i learnt today:

apparently tall dark and handsome does not refer to a fine ass man of colour and instead means brunet white man with maybe some stubble. i feel robbed

#tanned white man is very different to melanated man of colour #just so we are clear

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roleplay-abiogenesis2 · 1 year

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♚ From Dyanna, @starlight-spun :3 Maybe she saw someone trying to rob Roy at gunpoint, whacked them with a giant stone fist, and they turned the gun on her instead... You can decide if she gets shot or not.

Oops! || Always Accepting!

♚ - one Muse saves the other from a dangerous situation, only to end up in danger themselves

@starlight-spun

Well, so much for keeping a low profile. But then again, it wasn’t something he’d ever been good at, was it?

Even in the middle of all that action, with several different sore spots aching and the unpleasant cold of snow-coated asphalt in immediate contact with his clothes and skin, a part of Roy’s mind went to his unit then. Breda would have a laugh seeing him like this; Fury would be fretting; and then, his Lieutenant...

No, snap out of it. This is not the time.

It really wasn’t. Isolated in a country he didn’t know, captured by terrorists of which he knew next to nothing, escaping had been nearly a miracle. Retrieving his ignition gloves a blessing, but one he’d sworn not to resort to. The last thing he needed was to be recognized as an alchemy-user in a place where it was so uncommon. All he needed, he’d thought once outside of his prison, was to get on the nearest train and leave. Regroup would come afterwards. If he kept out of trouble until then, he could make it back home.

His luck had ran short when out of nowhere a man intent on nothing more than pitiful mugging had cornered him in a backstreet. Nothing too concerning, ordinarily... but when he couldn’t count on the fire alchemy, well.. it was in moments like this where he regretted not keeping up his martial combat training. He’d gotten cozy and confident in his new skills, and now, here he was. The Flame Alchemist’s predicament had seemingly solved, and then worsened, when out of nowhere, his assailant’s aim had been disrupted by the impact of a massive rock... a rock that after a moment he’d realized was manipulated by a little girl only a short distance away. After the impact of her ability had knocked both of the men to the ground. Not a natural rock found and thrown in their direction... but one manipulated by supernatural abilities. Alchemy or not, he realized then that the place he was in was far from ordinary.

And when the robber somehow recovered to then point his handgun on his unexpected rescuer, Roy knew the time to hesitate was over. At the risk of blowing up his cover, he needed to intervene. His hand was already moving. He could only be thankful it hadn’t gotten wet in his fall.

His fingers snapped and followed the trail of oxygen in the air under his control, straight into the barrel of the firearm. The immediate explosion flared him and blinded the small alleyway with white.

Ignoring the man’s scream of pain, the brunet bolted on his feet and reached to fetch the girl’s arm to pull her along, rushing to the nearest corner.

“We’re out of here, come!” He exclaimed between short breaths, no time to look back at her face yet. Finding someplace to hide was priority. The noise was sure to attract attention.

#v03 || fullmetal alchemist #FMA01 || I'm the Flame Alchemist. Don't forget that. [IC: Roy Mustang]#00j || that's what they said. [asked & answered]#starlight-spun #starlightspun #TO: || Dyanna (Fullmetal Alchemist)

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WIP

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esonetwork · 7 months

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'Disturbing The Peace' Review By Ron Fortier

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'Disturbing The Peace' Review By Ron Fortier

DISTURBING THE PEACE A Jeremiah Halstead Western By Terrence McCauley Pinnacle Western 325 pgs

Coming on the heels of the first Jeremiah Halstead western, “Blood on Trail,” this new book has the young U.S. Deputy Marshal traveling into northern Montana on the trail of the outlaw Ed Zimmerman. After Hastead had wiped out his gang and stronghold, Zimmerman managed to escape to hills and mining camps where he hoped to ally himself with another vicious killer, one Rob Brunet. Zimmerman has come up with an elaborate scheme that goes beyond simple robbery. He plans on using the stolen loot he, Brunet, and the gang of outlaws they recruit, to buy a small town.. Hard Scrabble is on its last leg economically and as the story opens, the majority of its citizens have moved to the newly established township of Battle Brook.

Of course, Halstead and his fellow deputy, young Jerry Sandborne, have no inclination of the outlaw’s grand scheme. Their simple directive from Marshal Aaron Mackey is to find and apprehend Zimmerman and Brunet and bring them to justice; dear or alive. Once again, McCauley establishes his plot fast and keeps the action moving smoothly. Along the journey, Halstead makes friends with Battle Brooks veteran lawman, Marshal McBride, who quickly becomes a valuable source of information. He also crosses paths with Abigail Newman, a newly arrived school teacher and almost instantly the sparks fly between them as both become enamored of each other. All of which is both an exciting and frightening experience for Halstead. Exciting in that this beautiful, intelligent young woman has taken a genuine fancy to him; frightened because as she becomes someone dear to him she also becomes a vulnerability. Were Zimmerman to learn of his affection for her, he would have no remorse in using her as a pawn in his game of destroying the deadly Halstead.

“Disturbing the Peace” once again adds validity to the fact that Terrence McCauley is one of the finest new Western writers on the paperback scene today. First, we had his wonderful Aaron McCkey trilogy and now he’s back with this spin-off series proving to be just as much fun as the first. Honestly, saddle pards, waiting for the next Halstead tale will be damn tough.

#A Jeremiah Halstead Western #Disturbing The Peace #ESO Network #ESO Network Book Review #Pinnacle Western #Pulp Western #Ron Fortier #western #Western Adventures #Western Book

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fcsources · 10 months

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Hey!! Would you please help me find an actor faceclaim (with brunette hair) who can play the father of Katie Stevens, please? Thank you so much!

of course! i really love helping with older fcs, actually. there's a pretty wide range of ages here, but these are my recommendations for you!

Anthony Stewart Head ( 1954, actor, brunet )

Antony Starr ( 1975, actor, brunet/blond )

Ben McKenzie ( 1978, actor, brunet )

Bruce Campbell ( 1958, actor, brunet )

Dougray Scott ( 1965, actor, brunet )

Henry Thomas ( 1971, actor, brunet )

Lucas Bryant ( 1978, actor, brunet )

Michael C. Hall ( 1971, actor, brunet/red )

Michael Rowe ( approx. 1965-1970, actor, brunet )

Rob McElhenney ( 1977, actor, brunet )

#older fc #rpc #rph #tumblr rp #mature rp #mature muse rp #literate rp #lsrpg #lsrp #appless rp #answered #answered: could be related #answered: fc help #answered: anonymous #five nights at freddi's: mascot post

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Surviving Eddie Munson - Chapter 22

Steve is sucking up the last of the balloon shreds with a shop vacuum, humming along to the song that is playing from the radio just inside Robin’s house. Eddie left a while ago to take all of the kids home, so he’s been utilizing the last minutes of waning sunlight to tidy up the yard. Robin and Nancy are inside and he tries not to creep on them, but he’s insanely curious about what went on between them earlier in the afternoon.

After the water balloon fight ended, everyone piled around the Buckley’s large television set and watched The Goonies to cool off from the summer heat. Soon enough, the afternoon melted into the evening, reigniting the festivities. They ordered pizza, made root beer floats, and lit a myriad of fireworks in the street before it was time for the younger teens to head out to meet up with their respective parents to go to the pyrotechnics show just outside of town.

Robin is transforming the table full of snacks from earlier into an arrangement of beer bottles and plastic cups while Nancy helps Steve with the garbage when Eddie gets back.

“Hey,” Steve greets, pulling him in for a chaste kiss on the patio.

“Ooooh, they kissin’!” Robin jeers sarcastically.

“Jealous, Buckley? Don’t be, there’s more than enough of me to go around!” Eddie replies haughtily, to which Steve mocks a sharp gasp. He places himself between Eddie and Robin, holding his arms out to his sides.

“I think not! He’s all mine, get your own curly haired brunet!”

Steve is expecting Robin to blush, or maybe attempt to shut him up so Nancy doesn’t hear, but she just snickers at the table where she is toying with the cups.

“Been there, done that.” She says in a boasting manner, beaming up at him.

“No…you didn’t…when? Where? What! How!?” Eddie is flabbergasted, laying his arms limply over Steve’s shoulders and peering around his head at her.

“You sound like a children’s rhetoric book,” Nancy jokes from the doorway, arms crossed over her chest with a very pleased look on her face.

“Hardy har har,” Eddie deadpans.

“I think you owe us an explanation,” Steve says demandingly, causing Robin to roll her eyes at him.

“He’s got a good point Rob. I have to admit, if he didn’t tell me you changed schools…” Nancy trails off with a small shrug.

“Steve, the world’s greatest wingman!” Robin praises, and he can’t help but laugh at that.

“It was when you guys were alone inside the house, wasn’t it?” Steve questions perceptively and gets two sheepish nods in response.

“Now we just have to pull Mike’s head out of his ass and we’ll have the complete set,” Nancy says snidely while striding over to the group to form a small circle on the patio.

“About that…” Eddie trails off, smirking smugly. “I saw them sneaking a kiss after the movie, in the hallway.”

There is a chorus of sharp gasps from the other young adults, Steve included, but suddenly the memory of Mike from earlier in the afternoon comes flooding back to him.

“Oh shit! He had said – what! But I didn’t think? Oh wow.”

“Pfft, use your words Harrington.”

He glares at Robin before running a hand through his hair. “He mentioned something to me about figuring it out earlier, but I didn’t realize he had meant more than just getting his thoughts together.”

“Wanna bet on how long they try to keep it a secret for?” Eddie asks, placing his hands on his hips in a pose of superiority. “I’m thinking two weeks, tops.”

He’s got his hips canted to one side, puffing his chest out slightly, and Steve openly stares at his boyfriend’s physique. Eddie catches him looking and gives him a smirk and a wink that causes his lower stomach to flip flop.

“I give it…a week,” Robin decides thoughtfully.

Nancy stifles a laugh behind her hand, countering with “I say by Monday at the latest is when they’ll crack.”

“That’s tough. They usually aren’t subtle at all, but I couldn’t tell a damn thing had changed today. Maybe now that they’re together, they will conspire more easily?” Steve suggests, garnering a pensive round of hums from the others.

Robin starts to get the hot tub ready while the others linger around. Eddie sits down on the patio steps to roll some joints, so Steve takes the opportunity to tug Nancy inside for a moment.

“Are you good?” He asks once they’re out of earshot, and Nancy gives him a puzzled expression.

“What? Of course!”

He breathes a sigh of relief, smiling widely. “Okay. I just wanted to make sure. Don’t be mad, but you kinda looked like hot trash earlier.”

She gives him a sharp smack on the arm and he winces at the impact, hand flying up to rub the abused skin.

“I said don’t be mad!”

“I’m allowed to be mad,” she retorts challengingly. “But you’re probably right, I felt like hot trash. I never thought it would be so--”

“Intense?” He cuts off with a knowing smile.

“Yeah,” she huffs out. “I think maybe it’s because the stakes are higher?”

“Or is it because you’ve never felt like this for someone before?”

Nancy gives him a most peculiar look, and he almost thinks he has offended her before she turns to look outside with a tender smile. She bites her lip and nods, turning back to give Steve a quick hug.

“I think you might be right,” she says before dragging him back outside with her.

“Hey Nance, got an extra hair tie on you?” Eddie asks when they return. She obliges and slides one off of her wrist to loan to him.

Steve feels his mouth dry up when Eddie expertly pulls his hair up into a quick, messy bun on the top of his head. It’s doing a lot for him right now, just yet another thing he will have to examine later on his own time. For scientific purposes, of course.

He closes the French doors at the behest of Robin and they all climb into the hot tub, a round of pleased noises emitting from the group once they settle into the relaxing temperature.

They talk amongst themselves and before they know it, their cups are drained and Steve is sliding out of the tub to get refills for everyone. The warm night air feels chilly on his exposed skin, so he wastes no time getting back in.

“Babe, can you grab my lighter off the table please?” Eddie asks sweetly, pulling out his puppy dog eyes.

“Absolutely,” he replies, not minding one bit that he has to hop out just as soon as he got in again, because he just got called babe for the first time and his heart just might burst.

Although his back is turned, he can still hear Robin making a small noise, impersonating the sound of a whip cracking in the air, which elicits a giggle from Nancy.

“Pot, meet kettle,” he calls out sardonically.

“Hey!” Robin cries out in defense.

When he descends into the tub for good this time, he takes a long, satisfying drink from his cup and rests his arm on the ledge behind Eddie. His boyfriend settles into his side, plucking the zippo from his fingers with a ‘thank you.’ He procures a joint from its hiding spot tucked behind his ear and quickly lights it.

“I gotta say,” he starts, pausing to blow out the smoke from his lungs into the night sky. “If someone told me I’d be smokin’ dope with Nancy Wheeler a year ago, I’d of thought they’re nuts.”

They all chuckle in agreement, not oblivious to the fact that they’re a bit of an odd group of people.

“The stranger thing is you dating Steve, I think.” She responds with a quirk of her brow, reaching over to take the joint from Eddie.

“Hmm, I’m inclined to disagree, but I might be a little biased,” he retorts, turning to give Steve a loving smile.

“You guys are disgustingly cute, please stop before my poor little heart can’t take it anymore,” Robin cries jokingly.

“Never,” Steve retorts with a satisfied expression.

When Nancy offers Robin the joint, she pulls a pained expression. Steve recalls that she’s never smoked weed before, but has on several occasions voiced her interest in doing so.

“First time?” Eddie questions excitedly, to which Robin nods glumly.

“The only time I’ve ever smoked something was one hit off a cigarette and I almost choked to death.”

“Hmm,” his boyfriend hums in consideration. “Aha! What about shot-gunning?”

The others stare at him blankly in response. Steve thinks he’s maybe heard of the term before, but isn’t so sure about it.

“What does sitting in the passenger seat of a car have anything to do with this?”

Eddie laughs sharply at the comment, and yet again Steve is humbled by the other man’s uncanny ability to find amusement in others without it feeling like he’s making fun of them.

“No,” he chuckles, shaking his head. “I think a visual presentation is in order.”

He gently pinches the joint between his fingers and takes a long drag before turning to Steve, grabbing his chin roughly and tugging him forward to lock their mouths together. Steve understands straight away and opens his mouth, inhaling with Eddie’s exhale. This is a far superior method to smoking, he thinks, the added intimacy making his head spin faster than it normally would with the rush of the drug.

Steve pulls away in a daze, a dopey smile sliding over his features. Eddie returns a wide grin at him before giving him a kiss on the tip of his nose, passing the joint back to Nancy.

With a determined expression, Nancy copies Eddie’s display, tenderly holding the other woman’s face as they pass the smoke between their lips. Steve’s heart melts at the sight, feeling elated that his friends have found happiness within one another.

Robin’s face contorts when they part before breaking out a small coughing fit, face buried into the crook of her arm. She has tears in her eyes by the time she can regain control of her breath, Nancy patting her back in comfort.

“Ooof…I dunno if that’s for me you guys,” she says with a wince. “Damn asthma.”

“Typically you’d get used to it, but yeah probably not a habit to pick up if you already have a hard time breathing,” Eddie says respectably.

They pass the joint around between just the three of them until it’s out, and Steve is feeling delightfully buzzed and tingly from the combination of weed and alcohol. He’s glad they decided to stick to beer because he’s feeling a lot more affected than he would with just the drink alone.

The festivities carry on, distant sounds of fireworks being lit sporadically lasting well into the night. At some point they transition between the hot tub to indoors, tipsy from their beverages. Nancy insists that they take more photos, passing the camera around so everyone has a chance to cement their artistic flair into a physical memory.

“Alright, I don’t know about you all, but my skin is so itchy from that chlorine. I’m gonna go take a shower,” Robin yawns from her spot leaning up against the kitchen counter. “And, probably go to sleep too actually,” she adds with a sheepish chuckle.

“Honestly I wasn’t feeling it, but now that you’ve said something…” Steve trails off, rubbing at his arms.

They bid their goodnights and the ladies ascend the stairs up to Robin’s room, Steve making an immediate beeline for the bathroom.

“Think I could join?” Eddie asks from behind, leaning up against the doorframe with a wicked smile.

Steve gapes at him lamely, flushing at the mere thought. “For real?” He asks doubtfully, unable to parse whether or not the other man is just joking around.

“I mean…yeah? If you don’t want to, you can say no,” he replies with a pout. Steve merely yanks him into the bathroom and closes the door gently.

“How could I say no?” He asks rhetorically before fiddling with the unfamiliar hardware, letting out a small cheer of success when he figures how to get the hot water to turn on.

Steadying his breath, he begins to pull his swim trunks down to get in the shower. Realistically, he should not be this nervous undressing around another man; he’s done this countless times before in locker rooms, but he knows deep down that it is different.

“You’re going to be the end of me, Harrington.” The noise of appreciation that Eddie gives him sparks a delectable heat in his lower stomach.

In his past experiences, he would do everything in his power to not look at a teammate or peer below the chest. This is Eddie, though, his boyfriend. Steve knows he wants him to look, and so he does. He takes in the other man’s form, eyes floating over the vast expanse of skin exposed to him, littered with tattoos and a light dusting of hair. There is a sharp intake of breath when he sees his boyfriend is already getting hard. Just from looking at Steve. The feeling is decidedly mutual.

He steps into the tub and gets under the warm spray, Eddie practically jumping in after him and pulling him into a scorching hot kiss. Steve reaches up to dig his hands into Eddie’s hair, but its still in that blasted bun, so he tugs at the tie to let it down. He’s rough enough about it that Eddie groans and moves to pull back with the motion, so Steve bites his lower lip on instinct to keep him in place.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie mumbles into his mouth, slamming their bodies together and pushing Steve against the wall of the shower with a thump.

The hot, slick contact of their skin sets Steve’s nerves aflame. He’s never, ever once in his life felt this turned on just from kissing someone. They move against one another, panting when they pull away for air, and Eddie doesn’t let a second go by before peppering kisses down the column of Steve’s neck.

The other man’s hands are all over his body, like he has to touch every inch of skin he can or else he’ll die. He grips Eddie’s hair tight when he starts biting his neck, keening softly and jerking their hips together. At first contact, Steve’s head tips back forcefully against the wall; he hisses in pleasure at the silky slide of their cocks, arching his back in delight.

“Eddie,” he whimpers when the other man locks his hand around their members and squeezes. He starts to jerk them off simultaneously in a deadly tight grip and Steve’s hips start to rock with the motion.

Untangling his hands from Eddie’s hair, he runs them down his back, digging in with his nails. The other man’s free hand flies up to cover his mouth, muffling the loud moan that escapes him just in time.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you?” Steve’s voice is thick and low, steeped in lust, with a hint of desperation. He’s painfully hard and at this point would be genuinely surprised if he lasts for another ten seconds.

“Yeah, I really fucking do,” Eddie replies gruffly before pulling him in for another kiss. Their movements grow more frenzied, and a familiar warm build up spreads throughout his groin.

Steve whines into Eddie’s mouth, dragging his lips across the other man’s cheek to whisper frantically into his ear, “I’m so close.”

That seems to push his boyfriend over the edge, and not unlike the fireworks outside, he’s exploding with pleasure. Steve manages to crack his eyes open to watch their cocks as they orgasm together, hot white cum spurting out and covering Eddie’s hand.

They slump against the wall together, lukewarm water washing over their bodies while they pant heavily from the exertion. Steve fumbles blindly, eyes closed in bliss, and turns the shower off.

“That was…” he trails off, running his hands through his hair to slick it back off of his face.

“Incredible? Mind blowing? Devastatingly hot?” Eddie offers with a wry grin.

“The most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced,” Steve admits.

Eddie simply stares with wide eyes and blown pupils before shaking his head minutely and drawing him in for a tender kiss.

“So much for taking it slow, huh?” He jokes while toweling his hair off.

“Oh, Harrington, that was taking is slow. I’ll have to introduce you to my collection sometime soon.”

“Collection…of what?” He questions, instantaneously curious.

Eddie laughs, standing behind him and pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of his neck. He wraps his arms around Steve’s torso and shoots him a devilish smirk though the mirror.

“Have you ever heard of something called S&M?”

#eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie #eddie x steve #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson x steve harrington #steddie fanfiction #steddie fanfic #steddie fic #cross posted on ao3 #stranger things smut #steddie smut #steddie fluff

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don-lichterman · 2 years

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Disco Donnie & The RAVE Act, 20 Years Later – Billboard

Disco Donnie was on his way to the State Palace Theatre in downtown New Orleans when his cellphone rang. “Don’t come here,” warned the voice on the other end of the line. It was his business partner, Rob Brunet, one of the managers of the State Palace where that night Donnie was presenting a show called Phuture Phat Hong Kong Phooey. He asked what the matter was. “The DEA is here,” Brunet told…

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Chantal Lefebvre and Michel Brunet 1998 FD “Mambo No. 5”

music: always in my heart and mambo no. 5 by pérez prado.

#i really love this. weren’t robbed of a medal or anything but this is fun #like the part where they ‘swim’ with their arms #ice dance #figure skating #chantal lefebvre #michel brunet #mambo no. 5 #mambo number 5 #perez prado #1998 #1990s

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THE FUCKIN YANDERE GODS OMFG AWOOGA YOU DID SUCH A GOOD JOB THE FIC IS GOOD AS HELL!!!!

Is there any chance youd write a part 2 in the future? Its absolutely cool if you dont want to but WOW this concept? Solid gold (no pun intended)

I honestly love how people reacted to this story. It was so fun to write and became my most popular story to date. I'm such a sucker for the gods and mortals forbidden romance trope is just chefs kiss. Also, puns are always intended. Hand em over.

This chapter doesn't really involve the reader much, it's kinda more of a filler but I want this story to become a series, which means shorter chapters to separate the story. This is just simply a lore filler chapter.

TW: Mention of amnesia, memories being altered

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Mortal of Gold (Yandere!C!Techno x GN!Shy!Reader x Yandere!C!Philza) Part 2

It was quiet, for once, but there was a soft wind blowing through the curtain-covered doorway that prevented most light from seeping through. Two figures stood in the other corner of the room, staring into the bronze bowl filled with liquid, watching the destruction they caused spread across the village of L'Manberg with darkened eyes narrowed into glares.

"They deserved it..." Philza murmured, likely to Chat who was resting on his striped hat, giving the odd little squawk or chirp every so often. He gave a sigh and popped a piece of bread he tore off into his mouth, giving a small piece to his whining bird afterwards.

"I don't think the mortals have ever seen you lash out at them in person... Usually, you just send your crows to destroy their crops when they annoy you." Techno chuckled softly as he stole a piece of bread from Philza which caused him to give an annoyed scoff and bat his hand away, "But-"

"YOU SUMMONED 10 WITHERS?" A voice boomed through the palace, causing Phil and Techno to sigh and back away from the dish displaying their destruction proudly, "AND KIDNAPPED A MORTAL?"

The blond rubbed his face and Techno took off his glasses while they both walked out the door. Walking down the polished quartz stairs, the two gods quickly came into eye contact with the source of the voice, as well as a few other visitors.

"You're just mad because we tried to kill your high priest, XD, don't pretend like you follow the rules either." Technoblade sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose before putting his glasses back on, "And the mortal is none of your concern. We just did something about it, unlike you fawning from a distance over your mushroom boy."

Despite the cracked mask covering the god's face, everyone around him knew he was irked from Techno's statement. The three other gods behind him snickered into their hands until DreamXD snapped his head in their direction, the thin golden ring halos around his head gained a red glow to them.

The two brunets behind him immediately snapped their mouths shut, but the blond kept snickering away to himself, causing him to get smacked upside the head by one of XD's floating hands before he turned and stormed out the door.

"Ow! Bloody dickhead!" The blond groaned and rubbed the side of his head. The God of Mischief and Determination, Tommyinnit, scowled in the direction of the maniacal god before turning back to his father and Techno, "Ay Dad. Didn't take you for the destructive type! I hear you pulled a Techno and wiped out a village with Withers!"

"Yeah! The explosions shook the entire Upperlands!" Tubbo, the God of Bees and Chess, cheered a bit as his bee buzzed around him, getting specs of pollen in his fluffy hair and decorating his small horns.

Chuckling to himself, the God of Music and Insanity looked behind him at the sandy ground covered in a faint black fog, "XD was throwin' a tantrum. It was honestly the funniest thing to watch," Wilbur adjusted with the guitar on his back, "So where's the little mortal you kidnapped?"

"They're under a sleeping spell at the moment while the amnesia spell sets in," Phil gave each of his sons a brief hug as a greeting, "Then we'll have to alter their memory so they don't panic, but they'll have to stay up here permanently, their mind could be shattered if they do return to the mortal world."

"Shattered?" Tommy repeated, reeling back slightly as Wilbur summoned a leather book in his hand, opening it and scanning through the words, "That sounds like a pretty violent backlash..."

Phil and Techno avoided Wilbur's suspicious glare as subtly as possible, pretending not to see it, "Well... Remember, they're a mortal. Plus the strain of their home being destroyed, getting robbed, then getting kidnapped by gods and being brought to the Upperlands... Who wouldn't go absolutely mental? Then if they see the remains of their old village, it could undo all the magic that was placed upon them."

"Makes sense to me!" Tubbo chirped, his small goat ears wiggling as he held Chat in his hands, "Can we at least see them now and visit them when they wake up?"

Techno tensed up a bit but realized quickly that two of the three of the gods visiting them were too young to consider dating, and the third one was married to a human that he was trying to turn into a merling. "I... Suppose so. Just don't be too loud or the spell will break."

Tommy rolled his eyes dramatically, but the feathers behind his ears ruffled slightly to give away his excitement. Although, he was much better at hiding it than Chat, Tubbo's bee TC (Twitch Chat if you're wondering), and Tubbo, despite the fact that Chat actively visited (Y/n). Wilbur didn't seem to care much, but there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes. Or that was his insanity kicking in.

The avian nodded and began leading his biological and adopted sons through Techno's palace, Chat chirping away in his mind. 'Gods, that bird doesn't shut up...' Phil rolled his eyes up to the sky for a moment before smiling a bit to himself, 'Better than everything being dead silent I suppose...'

"In here. Now shut up. The spell won't work twice in a row." Techno hissed quietly before moving aside the crimson satin curtains to allow his old friend's sons into his rarely touched bedroom. The quartz room was kept dark via similarly coloured curtains blocking the majority of the light from coming into the room, while still allowing enough so they could see. A canopy bed stood proudly in the center of the room with golden posts and pure white chiffon silk curtains swaying lightly with the blowing winds.

Phil and Techno couldn't help but smile softly to themselves at the thought of seeing you again, even if you were asleep and, at the moment, void of memories and personality. Techno led the way inside and gently hooked his fingers around the fabric and moved it aside to let the younger gods see the mortal they had saved from the cruelties of the Earth.

The three gods carefully took their time studying you, trying to find what had their father and the anarchist totally entranced. Their eyes carefully took the time to study your soft (h/l) (h/c) hair, your beautiful (s/t) skin, and your silk robes that were ombre from red to white, accented with the very golden accessories that the high priest had tried to steal. (They used magic to put you in the new outfit. They're yanderes not creeps.)

"Oh... They truly are stunning. Are you sure they're a mortal?" Tubbo frowned for a moment, straightening up and pulling Chat away from your motionless figure so the crow would stop trying to peck at your jewellery.

"What do you mean?" Wilbur frowned at the younger god, his adopted brother. This had also caught the attention of the other gods

"I mean... Don't think they're a mortal, or at least they weren't born one..."

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