#Wayne Lennox

[starkandthewaynes]

Bengal & Lennox

Ch. 2

"Hey check it out, only a couple days back, and the Wyane Family News account is already trying to inform people about ya, Lynx." Jason says, as the two are making their way into his apartment. "Damn, bitch you live like this?" Lennox asks, as they walk around the apartment. "Excuse me, I'm cooking you food." He says as they smile at each other. "Missed ya, Lynx." he says as they hug. "Bengal, I lova ya, but there are bullet holes in your bathroom."

"Get better decore, then." Lynx says, as the two chuckle. "So, what's this plan of yours for after school, Lynx?" Jason asks, as he gets out the ingredients for some spaghetti and garlic bread. "Well, you know that I'm triple majoring and double minoring, right?" Lennox asks as Jason nods. "Yeah, yeah, I get it, your like a super genius, I remember." He says as they roll their eyes. "Yeah, well, this super genius is gonna help kids who are from the alley." Lennox says as they help grease the pan for the garlic bread. "I'm starting a non-profit under the Martha Wayne Foundation to help impoverished parts of the city get theatre and literature. I wanna start theatre camps for kids and adults, and I'm gonna get some 'shops' set up where everyone can come in and read or do some studying or writing and even have ope mic nights." Lennox says as Jason nods. "That sounds nice, can I do anything to help?" He asks, as Lennox smiles. "You could volunteer sometimes, do some reading for the kids, or protection for the open mics." Lennox says as he nods. The oven's beeping brings them back to making dinner.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"Kyo, you liking Gotham's weather? Reminding you of home?" Lennox asks, petting Kyo's head. He purs in response, as Lennox looks out the window. They jump back a little at the ghosts and shades. "Yeah, i'm liking Gotham, too." They whisper, as they take a picture of Kyo. Maybe the ghosts will leave them alone; then again some of Jonny's luck has rubbed off over the years. And people say Gotham is cursed.

Yeah, Lennox was used to rainy days in London, so the rin aspect didn't bug 'em, but with the rain came a lot more spirits, and those were different between London and Gotham. For one thing most of London spirits were a little polite, they left Lennox alone when it was raining, but Gotham spirits, well, there's a reason there's not a whole lot of clairvoyants in Gotham. "Mreow?" Kyo mews as Lennox stands up. "Need some alone time, Kyo." Lennox says, as they leave their phone on the bed.

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"Forget something?" Dick asks, as he climbs up on the roof, as Lennox jumps a little. "Kyo knew where I was." Lennox snips, as Dick scoffs. "Kyo is a cat, Nox, no one can talk to him!" Dick shouts as Lennox looks away. "Okay, sorry, I know, I'm not Jason, but you can talk to me, you know? That's what older brothers are for." He says, sitting next to Lennox, as they sit up. "Sorry, it's just that, I uh." The sentence dies is Lennox's throat. Everything they could say right now just sounded like an excuse, or empty and hollow.

"Yeah, I get it." Dick sighs, as he looks at the roof tiles and Lennox looks up at the sky. "I'm sorry you got sent away, sorry I didn't reach out more." Dick says, as the silent tears mix with the rain on Lennox's face. "Yeah well, I wasn't a peach to be around, so I don't blame bruce for sending me away. And as for you reaching out; I had a phone too." Lennox says, as they finally look at Dick. "I brought you something." Dick says as Lennox tilts their head as Dick brings out their phone. "Do me a favor, text Jay, he's worried about you." Dick says as Lennox nods.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"This sounded like a liquor kinda conversation, but I don't know what you like, so I got us a whole lot." Jason says as Lonnox lets themself in. "I'm a rum and diet coke bitch." Lennox says as Jason nods. "Good to know." Jay says, fixing their drink. "So, what's eating ya?" Jason asks, sitting down. "Gotham's cursed." They whisper, as jason's mid-sip. "Shit, your powers." Jason says, setting down his glass. "Yeah, um, so about those." Lennox starts, rubbing the back of their neck. "They're uh, magical in nature." Lennox says, as Jason tilts his head, then his eyes widen. "You live in Constantine's backyard." He says as they nod. "Yeah, yeah, I do." Lennox says as Jason shakes his head. "You know even I couldn't get him to teach me magic, no matter how many times I asked, it was always magic comes with a heavy price." The twins say together. "Yeah, I know, it was the first thing he said when I called him about my gifts, but then I told him I was seeing darker shit in my school's faculty lounge then I ever did in Gotham." Lennox says, taking a sip. "That got his attention. Apparently, no one told him I could see shit that goes bump in the night." Lennox says, downing the last of their drink.

"Yeah, don't think we ever told Bruce either." Jason says, as Lennox nods. "We didn't wanna tell him, cause I saw his dead mother and father hanging around the manner along with a couple other Waynes." Lennox says as he nods. "Right, I remember, you, you wouldn't sleep in your room by yourself." Jason says as they nod. "Yeah, well, you try sleeping when a ghost jazz singer keeps singing to you." Lennox says as Jason shrugs. "So you called Uncle John, and he agreed to help ya." Jason surmises as Lennox nods. "Yeah, and well, in order to learn from Uncle Johnny, ya kinda have to go along with him." Lennox says as Jason nods. "What'd you use?" Jason asks, as Lennox smirks. "Lark." Lennox answers, as Jason nods. Before the drinks became to heavy, Jason pulls out his phone.

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Masterlist

[klausstastic]

introducing...

LENNOX WAYNE

love interest: dane, riven (endgame)

species: air fairy

sexuality: pansexual

fc: thomas doherty

tags: @ocappreciationtag @eddiemunscns @steveshcrringtons @fakedatings

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Rush Hour 1998

[ladykailitha]

Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 5

Thank you for all the great responses to this story it really means a lot.

Now they are doing a singing thing in this chapter, it's not that chapter yet. This is a prelude to that. Plus, I wanted to have Steve sing "Somebody' by Depeche Mode off the same album him and Lauren were talking about in the last chapter. Change the pronouns and it's definitely about all things Steve loves about Eddie.

I also added Lauren singing "Here Comes the Rain Again" from the suggestion in the poll because it's such a great song.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Steve questioned the wisdom of going out to a bar their first day in Ashland, tired as both Eddie and he were. But at the same time it was also nice to get out and just have fun.

Apparently Danny’s brother Hal ran the joint so Lauren, Eddie, and he could come in. As long as they didn’t try and get booze they were fine to do anything else. Pool, darts, and even a little stage for people to sing.

Hal told them that he tried to get one of those newfangled karaoke machines but that they were on back order until Christmas. But they were more then welcome to sing their heart out to jukebox in the corner.

Lauren got up there and sang Here Comes the Rain Again by the Eurythmics.

“Falling on my head like a new emotion,” she crooned, just as low and melodic as Annie Lennox. “I wanna walk in the open wind. I wanna talk lovers do. Want dive into you ocean, is it raining with you?”

“Are all you Munsons talented in the music department?” Steve asked Eddie as he watched Lauren continue to belt out the song.

Eddie laughed. “No. I don’t know about my dad, but Wayne can’t carry a tune to save his life.”

“Maybe he’s talented in other ways,” Steve said with a wink. “Who taught you how to play guitar?”

Eddie ran his tongue over the top row of his teeth. “He did.”

“Uh huh,” Steve said with a grin. “And who bought you your first guitar?”

He sighed. “He did.”

“Sounds to me like he’s a good teacher if nothing else,” Steve finished with a grin.

“God you’re so annoying when you’re right,” Eddie huffed.

“That’s because I rarely am and so when that happens, I get to gloat.”

Lauren came bouncing back to the table. “Who’s next?”

“Toss you for it?” Steve said.

“You’re on.”

Eddie pulled out a quarter. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.”

Steve watched as the coin sailed into the air and Eddie deftly catch it in his large hand. He slapped in on the top of his other hand.

“Tails!’ Eddie crowed. “You’re next, pretty boy!”

Steve leaned over and looked at the coin. He rolled his eyes and marched over to the jukebox, beginning to pour over the choices. He picked one and walked up to the stage.

He grabbed the microphone as the first notes came through the tinny jukebox speakers.

Eddie watched in awe. He had never heard Steve sing. Not really, fooling around in the car and being annoying for the kids wasn’t the same as what he was seeing in front of him.

“Did you know he could sing like that?” Lauren asked, not taking her eyes off the stage. “God, he could make money off that voice.”

Eddie could only agree. “I’ve never heard him like this.”

“She will listen to me when I want to speak about the world we live in and life in general,” Steve sang, his eyes half closed as he leaned into the microphone, one hand raised. “Though my views may be wrong, they may even be perverted she’ll hear me out and won’t easily be converted to my way of thinking. In fact, she’ll often disagree, but at the end of it all she will understand me.”

Lauren looked over at Eddie. “You know this is on that album him and I were talking about earlier. The Depeche Mode one.”

Eddie turned to her. “The one with the song he listened to a billion times?”

She nodded. “It’s called Lie to Me. It’s where the album title comes from. That girlfriend, the one with the dead friend, she really fucked him up, didn’t she?”

Eddie sighed. “I wasn’t there for that. We didn’t become friends until way after that. But yeah, I’m beginning to see exactly how much she fucked him up.”

She looked up at Steve crooning the last lines of the song. “Do you think if the world was different he would have changed the pronouns of the song?”

Eddie looked back at Steve as he bowed to thunderous applause. “You know, think he just might have.”

He stood up and greeted Steve with a hug. “Holy shit, man. That was amazing. Where did you learn to sing like that?”

Steve just blushed. “It’s your turn now.”

He went up to Hal and whispered something to him. Hal nodded.

Eddie got on stage and Hal came from behind with a small amp and a black-bodied electric guitar. He handed the guitar to Eddie and then began fiddling with the amp.

“Hey, guys,” Eddie said into the microphone. “Some of you might remember me, I’m Hal’s nephew, Eddie and I play metal.”

He started the opening riff to Run to the Hills and belted out the lyrics. Everyone was on their feet in an instant, Steve and Lauren with them.

Steve was cheering and laughing. It was nice to see Eddie play again after that horrific spring break from literal hell.

As soon as he was done he handed the guitar back to Hal and stepped off the stage.

“You are a beast, Eddie Munson,” Steve said, pounding him on the back when he got back to their table.

Eddie shoved his hair into his mouth to hide his blush. “Thanks.”

Steve ordered another round of sodas for them as they got to talking about their musical influences and who they would love to meet.

It hit ten o’clock and Hal was ushering them out as well as couple other under-aged kids who were there playing darts.

Once they hit the pavement Steve asked about it.

“Anyone under twenty-one always gets kicked out at ten,” Lauren explained. “It’s always been one of Uncle Hal’s rules since he bought this place when I was ten.”

Eddie nodded. “He doesn’t want anyone getting hurt for when the alcohol really starts flowing.”

“Too bad the funeral wasn’t next week,” Lauren said, shoulder checking him. “Then you could’ve stayed later.”

“Your birthday is next week?” Steve asked. “Why didn’t I know that?”

Eddie blushed.

“Because this weirdo doesn’t like to celebrate his birthday,” Lauren teased.

“Look,” Eddie said, “having a summer birthday sucks, okay? Especially if all you have is school friends who don’t give you their phone numbers or their addresses so you can invite them. And by the time you get old enough for that not to be a problem, you just don’t care anymore.”

Steve nodded. “I can understand that. My parents never really celebrated birthdays and by the time I got friends that wanted to celebrate, I learned very fast that it was for my big house and the expectation of an even bigger party.”

“Ouch,” Lauren said with a wince. “Maybe you two should pick a date to be your birthdays and celebrate whenever you want. It doesn’t have to be the actual date you were born. A lot of people that have birthdays on holidays and on leap years do it that way.”

“Oohh,” Steve said to Eddie, “yours should be March 27th.”

Eddie threw his head back and laughed. “Then when would yours be?”

Steve thinks about for a moment. “Either 3rd or 12th of November I guess.”

“Why those dates?” Lauren asked looking between them in curiosity.

“The third is when I chose my found family over a life of peace,” Steve explained.

“And the 12th?” Eddie asked.

Steve scoffed and shook his head. “That was the day I knew I was meant for more in life then dodging bad parents, letting my friends be assholes, and smoking and drinking my life away. I didn’t realize it then, of course. But yeah, that day means a lot.”

Eddie closed his eyes. “Steve...”

He shook his head. “It’s fine. I don’t miss who I was.”

Lauren was even more confused because they seemed to be talking about something deeper than what was actually said.

“This has to do with all the bullshit Hawkins went through, right?” she asked. “The lab, the gas leak, the earthquake. That’s what you’re talking about?”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and nodded.

“Something like that,” Eddie confirmed.

*

The next morning while Steve was on the phone with Robin, Lauren dragged Eddie into her room.

“Look, you don’t have to like the music,” she explained handing him a cassette tape.

Eddie looked at the tape. Some Great Reward by Depeche Mode, he sighed.

“But at least listen to it,” she said. “I have it queued to that song he mentioned, Lie to Me. Even if you don’t listen to the rest of it, I think you should hear that one. I think you’ll learn more about your friend.”

“Laurie...” he said with a sigh. “If he wanted me to know, he would have told me, don’t you think?”

“That depends,” she said. “Do you like his ex?”

Eddie reared back is head with a frown. Did he like Nancy? He guessed well enough. He had come to respect her, at the very least. He liked Steve more, sure. But yeah, if she called to go see a movie, he wouldn’t turn her down.

“Yeah, I guess.”

Lauren grabbed him by the arms and maneuvered him to sit on her bed. “I have known Steve for less than twenty four hours and I can already tell he’s the most self-sacrificing idiot since Jesus fucking Christ.”

Eddie opened his mouth to protest, but she raised an eyebrow and he was forced to concede her point, waving his hand at her.

“So believe me,” she continued, “when I say that he hasn’t told you shit about what went down with his ex is because he doesn’t want to ruin things between you and her.”

Eddie nodded. “I know it’s a big fucking ask...” he sighed. “But see if you can find out what happened, maybe he’ll tell you and you can at least give me advice on how to navigate that mine field so I’m accidentally blowing up shit.”

Lauren nodded. “I can’t guarantee shit, but yeah, I’ll try.” She sat down next to him and leaned around to look him in the eyes. “He means a lot to you, doesn’t he?”

Eddie clasped his hands together and nodded, pursing his lips.

“Does he know about your…certain proclivities?” She looked up at the door to make sure no one was around.

He did the same and then nodded again, not trusting himself to speak.

“And he’s okay with that?” Lauren pressed.

“His best friend is gay and encouraged me to come out to him, too,” Eddie said. “He’s a really good dude.”

Lauren pressed her lips together and thought for a moment. “Are you in love with him?”

Eddie sighed. “Yeah, yeah I am.”

Then they heard running up the stairs and suddenly Steve was the door.

“Hey guys,” he said. “Penny told me to come get you both, she needs help preparing for the wake tonight.”

Eddie and Lauren shared a glance.

“We’ll be right there, Stevie,” Eddie said with a smile.

Steve nodded and dashed back down the stairs.

“Do you think he heard?” Lauren asked, staring at the place Steve was once standing.

Eddie just shrugged. He couldn’t have, could he? They heard him come up the stairs, after all.

Right?

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Pt 6|Pt 7|Pt 8|Pt 9|Pt 10|Pt 11|Pt 12

Some people love having a summer birthday. Growing up, I most certainly did NOT. As for the dates Steve brings up Nov. 12 1983 is the day he chose to run back inside the Byers house and battle a demogorgon. Nov 3rd 1984 is when Dustin intercepts Steve's apology to Nancy to help him find Dart. Both are very significant to Steve in his journey to be a better person.

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[undead-supernova]

HIGH TOLERANCE

Volcano Vaporizer / Masterlist

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

warnings: weed consumption, Steve (derogatory) (not to me, but in this canon sorry), jealous!reader out the whazoo, puke, drinking, horny thoughts, Annie Lennox's (Eurythmics) incredible song "Love Is a Stranger"

pairings: bestfriend!modern!eddie x bisexual!fem!reader

plot: it's everyone's downfall to desire jealousy to go both ways, isn't it?

wc: 5.8k

“What’re you up to?”

“Since you last asked me five minutes ago?”

“Yup.”

“Still trying to fix my toilet.” Eddie heard a bang. “Ow!”

“You good?”

“Just hit my head again. No big deal.”

Eddie laughed, shaking his head. “I could’ve done it for you if you just, you know, asked.”

“You’re on your break and I kinda need to pee, you know.”

Eddie looked down at his BLT, arms smeared with grease. No amount of soap could take everything off, especially in his brown coveralls. (Plus, his black nail polish had almost been obliterated within the first hour of his shift.) (It was devastating.) He was reclined in the front seat of his van, legs stretched out against the passenger seat, the one he tried not to picture you in.

He thought about his uncle Wayne, how he would’ve been more than happy to come fix whatever the fuck you needed if he had moved here like Eddie wanted. Wayne just didn’t like how big it was, how daunting it would be to start that process over of getting a new home and a new job. It was something Eddie assured him wouldn’t be so bad, but Wayne merely shook his head and told him that he preferred the comfort of Hawkins. Though, Eddie wasn’t so sure if Hawkins and comfort really went together.

Wayne accidentally met you once, two years ago. He’d come for his first (and only) visit. You had accidentally fallen asleep the night before after binge watching Ted Lasso. And to be clear, you fell asleep on Eddie’s bed, not his couch. And to be fair, Eddie really thought you’d be gone by the time they got back from the airport. 

But when he went to show Wayne his bedroom and found you scrolling on your phone… Well.

You introduced yourself and made breakfast. Breakfast. You stayed through your horrible embarrassment in Eddie’s shirt (and boxers) and cooked for everyone. It had gone well, but after you left Eddie had to beg Wayne to believe him that you were just friends.

Even then, there was no way Wayne didn’t already know what Eddie was too scared to say aloud.

“I could always send someone.”

“Who?”

Eddie thought about it but ultimately came up short. “Uh, I don’t know. Someone.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “No, thanks. I think I’ve got it.”

“I’ll see you tonight, though.”

“Tonight?” you asked.

Eddie paused. “Uh, I’m performing tonight? At The Hidey-Hole?” He could hear you let out a low “Ohhhhhh” as he spoke. “I’m bringing that volcano thing…?”

“Oh, shit!” you exclaimed. “You’re right. Glad I can come then. Jesus, I’m sorry for forgetting. I really didn’t want to miss that.”

Eddie smiled. “No problem, Weirdo.” And for some reason, he genuinely began sweating as he started his next question. A proper sweat, starting in his armpits and the crown of his head, threatening to send trickles down his neck and torso. Fuck, he needed a shower.

“Is it cool that I invited Robin…and, uh, Steve?”

You paused. “No, yeah. It’s fine. Sure.”

It hadn’t been a long pause. But it was a pause, one of those that lasted a second too long. A short break in the conversation, a hesitance that held more than just a beat of silence. And now he was wondering what the fuck you were thinking.

“Did you go on that date?”

Eddie couldn’t stop the lump growing in his throat as the question came through. Did he really want to tell you of all people about his subpar date with Steve Harrington? 

But you were still his best friend. He really couldn’t keep it from you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I did.”

“And…how was it?”

Taking another bite of his sandwich, he recounted the night more to himself than you, really. Because, yeah, Steve had been nice. Really nice. A gentleman in every way that mattered. But, to put it simply, it was just fucking boring.

“It went okay, I guess? I don’t know. Steve’s a really nice guy and he’s pretty funny. Good at mini-golf, too.”

“Don’t you, like, hate mini-golf?”

You were right. Eddie loathed mini-golf after an unfortunate accident. He was by the edge of the water, trying to hit the neon green ball into the mouth of a hippo. It was on some date with some girl he was trying to impress, and he was a little too forceful with his swing. He failed to even hit the ball, losing his grip on the putter before dropping it to the ground. Eddie took a step forward, accidentally stepping on the ball. Lost his footing. Fell in the water. Hit his head. Had to be taken to the ER for a couple of stitches. Lost the girl after she had to drive him home.

He felt so embarrassed when he tried to go back a few months later and saw they put up a fence around the water and a sign that said No Swimming. 

“Yes, but I never told him that story.”

You snorted. “Well, why not?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you didn’t want to play mini golf, why didn’t you say anything about it?”

“I don’t know, I guess I wanted to make him happy.”

He could hear you pause again. “So, are you guys, like dating?”

“I wouldn’t say it’s a serious thing.” Was he trying to tell himself this or you? “But I guess we are.”

“Cool.”

Cool? What did you mean by cool? That was half of an opinion, half judgment. Or did you really not care? But you were the one who asked, weren’t you? Did it mean anything that he still wanted you to be jealous, to finally come clean about how you felt and denounce Steve’s advances? 

He looked at the time and sighed. “Shit, I gotta head back. Hold on while I down this BLT.”

“Okay.”

He stuffed the last of his sandwich in his mouth and washed it down with the rest of his Dr. Pepper. 

“OW!” you shouted again. “Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck! I hate this stupid thing!”

Eddie couldn’t help but laugh. “Have fun with your broken toilet, Weirdo.”

“Yeah, yeah. Eat shit.”

You felt haunted by some kind of fucked up presence as you drove to that dive bar across the city. Knowing that your fears were confirmed… Well, it certainly wasn’t the best feeling, was it? Like the rejection before the rejection. The pre-game. The warmup. 

And you were always asking the wrong questions, weren’t you? Your mind was a pesky little thing, desperate for those deprecating answers to confirm every nightmare you’d had for the past two weeks. They were dating now. And maybe it wasn’t an official relationship yet, but casual dating led to dating and dating led to a relationship and a relationship led to the death of any and all chance with Eddie Munson.

“Love Is a Stranger” blasted through your speakers, the same song you sang at karaoke. The one where Eddie left the table to come and cheer you on, always being your biggest fan. He swayed, raising the roof ever so often to give an added effect. But… Well. What about Eddie and Steve’s performance? What about the way Eddie danced with him, getting closer than you’d ever seen them before?

Steve’s hands. The stumble. The nearly avoided kiss.

And you didn’t want to give in to the dangerous bitterness rising in you. You really didn’t.

But if you saw even a morsel of affection tonight, a mere kiss on the fucking cheek, you were going to throw up.

“'And I want you. And I want you. And I want you so, it’s an

obsession.'”

You groaned. “Get out of my head, Annie Lennox!”

But she, of course, couldn’t hear you. Instead, she was spending every second of that intoxicating beat teasing you, berating you. Making you wish that you’d stayed home tonight, bitter with a 10mg Delta-9 gummy, melting into the couch while watching Schitt’s Creek. At least there you could anxiously daydream about what was going to happen tonight and spiral down an endless well of what-ifs without having to see it. 

But you kept driving.

            “'It’s savage and it’s cruel and it shines like destruction.

            Comes in like a flood, and it seems like religion.

            It’s noble and it’s brutal, it distorts and deranges.

            And it wrenches you up and you’re left like a zombie.'”

You couldn’t help but let out another groan and skip the song.

“Fucking Annie Lennox,” you murmured.

When you got out of your car, you saw Eddie talking to Gareth, Grant, and Jeff over by his van, Gareth drumming against the pavement. Eddie was nodding along to the beat but turned at the sound of the car door, smile widening. It was like that anxiety dissipated, momentarily overwhelming you with a sense of calm and safety you always felt around him. It was so strange, the way he affected you.

“Look who it is,” you heard Grant say, hitting Jeff’s shoulder before pointing over at you.

“Eddie!” you called out before running over to him, trying to keep hold of your purse.

“Hurry up, Weirdo!” he exclaimed, arms spread wide, quick to catch and lift you into the air once you fell into him. 

It was so strange, the way he moved you.

You let out an exasperated “Ahhhh” as he moved you back and forth, shaking you a few times before putting you back down.

The rest of the band exclaimed your name, hooting and hollering, all rowdy and boyish.

“Lookin’ hot!” Jeff said, throwing you finger guns. You gave him a big smile.

“Yeah, you look so cool,” Eddie said once he had a chance to look you over. He took a step back, as if he were admiring art. Fuck. “The lucky fishnets?” he asked, pinching your thigh. You jumped, slapping his arm.

"Ow! Quit it!" But you still smiled, nodding feverishly. “To answer your question, yes. You know I had to wear ‘em.”

“Hell yeah, dude,” he replied, giving you a hearty high-five that stung. “It’s gonna be a good night.”

And you believed him. You really did.

“Hey, guys!” 

But you lost hope immediately, trying not to turn around at the sound of Steve’s voice. If there was anything that could ruin your night, it was Steve Harrington walking around drunk with loose lips and a penchant for physical affection.

Eddie waved. “What’s up!”

“Just here to rock out,” Robin responded. You turned and watched as she threw up her fingers in the sign of the horns. That made you laugh. She was trying her hardest and you respected that. You also respected how she wasn’t trying to fit in, in a forest green crop top and loose jeans. Her hands were stuffed in a dark jean jacket and had her hair up in a small bun. (In short, Robin was hot.)

“Hey, you look great!” Robin said to you, giving you a hug. “Love the lipstick.”

You were genuinely touched by the compliment. “Thanks, Robin. You look beautiful, as always.”

“Nice fishnets,” Steve noted, pointing to your legs.

You finally faced him, eyes widening when you took in his appearance. Steve was trying harder too, in a Panic! at the Disco Death of a Bachelor album t-shirt and jeans, with a chain in exchange for a belt. If it wasn’t him, that would look stupid. But it was Steve Harrington. He looked cool.

“Um, thank you,” you replied with a small smile.

Steve saluted you before poking Robin. “You should keep Rob company tonight. She invited Vickie, but she got stuck at work.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “And? It’s not a big deal. It’s not like we’re dating or anything. She has a life outside of me.”

Robin looked like she was telling the truth. She genuinely wasn't that upset about it. But Steve couldn't help but take things a little too far.

“Yeah, but you’re like in love with her, dude—"

“Am not! Shut up!”

“Yeah, Harrington,” Eddie agreed. “Let the girl live.”

Steve turned to you again, making your eyes widen. Was Steve wearing a little bit of eyeliner? Did he really put in this much effort to impress Eddie?

“What about you?” he asked. “Are you seeing anyone?”

Without a singular thought about consequences, you said, “Um, well, I’m going on a date tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Robin asked, narrowing her eyes. You knew she was suspicious from the get-go. “That’s very…soon.”

“You didn’t mention it on the phone earlier,” Eddie stated, turning his full attention to you now. You knew he was hurt. You saw it immediately. 

“Oh, yeah, well. We just made the plans like an hour ago and—so, yeah. They’re really cool.”

“That’s great, though,” Steve said, throwing a hand up to high-five you. You glanced over at Eddie’s seemingly blank expression before giving Steve the most pathetic high-five of your life. “You’ve been single the entire time I’ve known you. That’s awesome. Congrats.”

Before you could say anything, Grant was cutting in. “What about you and Eddie, huh?” he asked, smirking over at Steve.

No. No, no, no. Please no. You didn’t want to hear this. Didn’t need to.

But you did.

“Oh, yeah!” Steve laughed, pointing at Eddie. Eddie who was looking away, fiddling with something. Probably his lighter. He was always playing with that thing. 

You turned your attention back to Steve, bracing yourself for the impact.

“Eddie’s been so fun to go on dates with. Seriously, this guy is like a master at mini-golf.” You shot Eddie a look, noticing how he was already glancing over at you nervously. “I can never get the ball through those tiny slots and, seriously dude, you got through that windmill on the first try. It’s unbelievable.”

“That’s awesome,” you said, smiling mischievously. Eddie gave you a look, rolling his eyes. “Eddie’s just a natural at everything. Pinball, D&D, air hockey, and now mini-golf.”

Eddie groaned and you could tell he wanted you to shut up. “I just have a lot of interests. It’s really not that big of a deal.” He let out a small huff before pointing at the band. “Alright, you all go back inside with these two,” he turned to point at Robin and Steve, “because we,” now the finger was on you, “are going to take dabs.”

Everyone laughed at his finger-turned-compass before waving their goodbyes and heading off. The two of you watched everyone file through the door before Eddie turned to you and patted your shoulder.

“Come here, Weirdo. Got something special for ya.”

As he led you over to his van, you noticed his hand brushing your back. You wished he kept snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you in and playing with the lace. Fiddle with it to his heart’s content and give him a reason to keep touching you. Keep getting closer. Even if he was opening the back door of the van and pulling out a device, he could always keep you guys in there. Keep you close, whispering in the dark. Keep his fingers on your dress…

“Alright,” he said, clapping and rubbing his hands together. You shook the image out of your head. “So, I brought this thing called a Volcano Vaporizer. It’s, like, this thing where I put this plastic bag right here and when I melt the wax, it fills the bag with smoke, right?” You nodded, watching him work. “And then I put this orange mouthpiece on and, boom, you just suck the dab out. It’ll give us about three bags which will probably be more than enough.”

“Even for you?”

He smirked. “Even for me.”

“Sick,” you said.

“Here,” he said once it filled up. “First half is yours, humble cleric.”

Snorting, you shook your head. “Always the gentleman.”

You pressed your lips down on the mouthpiece and took it in slow, filling your lungs to the best of your ability. The taste wasn’t even half bad, similar to a regular bong hit, just with a little twist from being wax instead of bud. And the strangest thing happened when you blew out the air: You didn’t cough. Any time you took a dab, you coughed and hacked and lost your mind. Puffcos were your absolute enemy. But this…

“This is the smoothest dab I’ve ever taken,” you said.

He nodded, taking the bag from you and finishing off the first batch. “That’s what I’m saying.”

“How’d you get this?”

“Uh, I won it in a poker game against one of my dealers,” he said as he filled a second bag and took a hit. “I may have cheated, but he doesn’t know that.” You laughed. “It’s usually $700 or some shit like that.”

“An impeccable man,” you teased, taking the half-full bag. “Incredible work, Munson.”

You sucked in the rest of the dab and let the smoke out, noticing Eddie’s eyes directly on you. Reciprocating the eye contact, you grew confused when he didn’t break it at all. In fact, he seemed so much closer than before.

“Why’re you looking at me like that?” you asked.

“Looking at you like what?”

You nudged him. “Like that.”

“What’s their name?”

“Huh?”

“The person you’re going on the date with.”

“Gertrude,” you said without thinking. You swallowed down the urge to bash your head against the side of the van as you realized how utterly stupid you sounded. But you had to commit now. That was the only way out of this. You could only hope Eddie was dumb enough to believe you. “Their name is Gertrude.”

“Gertrude?” Eddie repeated. You nodded. “Sounds cool.”

Sounds cool? Sounds cool? That wasn’t supposed to be his response. Why wasn’t he calling you out for lying? Why wasn’t he exposing you for having a fat crush on him and throwing all of this stupid middle school behavior aside? But even if he did believe you, he was supposed to at least look a little upset by it. In fact, he looked more upset about you not telling him than he did with the fake ass name you made up. It was unbearable. You didn’t want this anymore.

Without hesitation, you reached out to grab his hand. You needed to feel him close, needed to feel the way you always did in his grasp. Safe. Understood. And here you were, seconds from meeting his open palm and saying to hell with all of these stupid games. To hell with keeping everything concealed. There was no Gertrude. There shouldn’t be a Steve. It was just you. It was just him. You were all his.

But there Eddie was, looking away from you and back towards Gareth at the door, waving him over. Eddie gave him a salute in turn.  

“Alright, Weirdo,” he said, patting your knee. He hadn’t even noticed your hand lying limp against your thigh. “I gotta go perform. Finish this for me?” he asked, handing you the rest of his dab. You nodded, giving him the best tight-lipped smile you could without giving away your disappointment. “Alright, don’t forget to lock the van and, oh, by the way, don’t be long. Gotta have my biggest fan in the front row.”

“Like always.”

“Like always.”

It was actually a really good turnout tonight. Corroded Coffin had finally gotten a spot to play on a Saturday which was a very big deal. The Hidey-Hole may have been a dive bar, but in Atlanta terms, that still meant it was packed on the weekends. At first it had been twenty people, twenty-five tops. Then fifty flooded the space with a bouncer and a line at the door and suddenly Eddie realized how important this was for the band.

So why was it that he couldn’t pay attention?

He couldn’t help but think about you, about this fucking person you were going on a date with. Would you find yourself wanting more? With a cool name like Gertrude, maybe you would. Eddie couldn’t help but flip through facial features and imaginings of who this person was and how their voice sounded and how it would feel if he saw you being kissed by someone else.

And, sure, Eddie was going on dates with Steve. But they hadn’t kissed or anything like that. Eddie wasn’t even sure he wanted to kiss Steve. Steve was pretty—extremely pretty. The kind of pretty that made any boy swoon, and all the girls lose their minds. But Steve just wasn’t someone Eddie wanted to kiss. 

Because you were screaming your head off in the front, jumping and dancing around to his music while Steve stood in the back and bopped his head. You knew every word, every note. You played an air guitar along with him, head banging your way through the set and pointing up at him whenever they got to a part that you really liked. He always shared his lyrics with you first, always shocked when you’d memorize them and squeal about your favorite lines.

He couldn’t help but smile at you, as lost in the music as he was. You were wearing one of his (secret) favorite dresses, a black lace babydoll dress with what you called your lucky fishnets. Specifically, the ones with you wore to whatever gig you could make it to. (Every gig you showed up to always drew in a larger crowd. How you did that, he couldn’t say. He did call you a witch once.)

Tonight, your eyes were lined in black with silver eye shadow and a deep burgundy lipstick. A lover of black, but you always wore it with a smile. Maybe the happiest semi-goth he’d ever met. He loved it—no, more than that. He went absolutely feral for it. It made his heart skyrocket, his mouth run a little dryer than usual. And when he was high like this, tingling with the vibrations of his Sweetheart, he prayed to a God he didn’t believe in that he wouldn’t get a boner onstage. 

But he could see your dress riding up to reveal that your lucky fishnets came attached to garters and Sweetheart was adding juuuuust enough friction and suddenly he had to look away from you, too embarrassed that he fucking popped a boner in front of all these people, that he popped a boner in front of you, with only Sweetheart to keep his secret.

He looked back over to Steve, testing himself. Was Steve able to do the same thing? Could he ruin Eddie on this stage tonight and turn him into a mumbling fool in his bedroom later when he got himself off? 

But…there was nothing. Steve was talking to Robin and offhandedly looked at his phone. Eddie could even see him scrolling. He may have been swaying to the beat, but he was barely paying attention. It hurt Eddie’s feeling, just not in a way that would come from a potential lover.

In the end, he realized there really was only one person he wanted to kiss.

And she was currently going on dates with someone else.  

That Volcano truly did what it set out to do. You were seeing color after color, the room swirling around you in vibrant shades of red and black. It was all fuzzy and pixelated, vibrating within you. You were being taken on an overwhelming journey, but in a way that was calming. Eddie was right in front of you, giving it his all and basically staring at you the entire time. Or from what you could tell in between dancing and the room spinning you in circles like a merry-go-round.

And, holy hell, Eddie was so fucking hot when he performed. It burned, literally burned inside of you, slowly spreading between your legs. It was all Eddie’s fault, with his bangs sticking to his forehead and sweat rolling down his cheeks like teardrops. In every guitar solo, he bit his lip so hard that you could’ve sworn you saw him draw blood. His fingers hit note after note, charging up and down the neck of his electric guitar. Those hands which, ever so sweetly, used to fit right in yours. 

The callouses on the tips of his left hand, the ones that scratched at your palms whenever you held it. It was always rougher after band practice or when he came down from his apartment twenty minutes late after needing to perfect one of his wicked solos—like the one he was performing now. 

Those hands that you thought about sliding in between your thighs. Opening you up. Teasing you for wearing a garter belt to hold up your fishnets. Leaving little bites along your neck as he questioned why those were so lucky in the first place and asking you how lucky you thought you’d get tonight.

You had to make yourself stop thinking about it, trying to dance your desire away.

But you looked up at Eddie who was looking down at you. And there was something in his eyes, something blown out and downright dirty. You couldn’t help but stare back, giving him a wicked grin before moving your hips around. And if you made sure he could see your garter belt, well, maybe you didn’t care anymore. 

Because you saw his face go red and a smile meet his lips and suddenly you were thinking that maybe there was something more there. ‘Cause he wasn’t looking at Steve. He was looking at you. And when he finished his final belt of the night, he didn’t throw his guitar pick at Steve. He threw it at you.

“Oh em gee, is that Eddie Munson of Corroded Coffin?”

Eddie turned with a grin, watching you comically twisting your foot and pretending to be bashful.

“Hey, you a fan?”

You nodded, batting your eyes. “I’m, like, your biggest fan. You’re so talented. Can I get your autograph?”

He smiled, nodding generously. “Of course, of course. Anything for my fans.”

Giggling, you dropped your act and hugged him. Even at his sweatiest, you never cared. It wasn’t like you weren’t sweaty from dancing all night. “In all seriousness, you were great. Like always.”

“Ah, thanks,” he replied, placing his chin on your head briefly before pulling back. “I really do appreciate it. You were killing it in the crowd.”

You smirked, placing your hands on your hips. “Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, you give it your all every fucking time.”

You did a little dance as you teetered from side-to-side. “It’s so much fun! I can’t wait for the day you can play somewhere where we can mosh, ‘cause I’ll be the one to start it.”

“You think you’ll be able to handle it?” he teased.

You narrowed your eyes playfully. “Fuck yes I will. I’ll be bloody and gross by the end of it and it’ll be awesome. I swear, you underestimate—"

“Whoo!”

You both turned, watching Steve jog over. And as he approached, you felt all happiness drain from your limbs.

Because Steve had a wide smile on his face and he was fist bumping the air and he was drawing near, excitement flooding his features with flushed cheeks and sweat beading on his forehead and—

Steve kissed Eddie.

He actually kissed him.

And you couldn’t focus on any of the details. 

No, you weren’t going to keep torturing yourself like that.

So, you just…left.

Eddie pushed Steve back.

“What the hell was that, Harrington?”

Steve laughed. “Can I not kiss you?”

“I mean. I don’t—” Eddie sighed, shaking his head. He looked around the room for you, immediately having the urge to apologize. “I don’t know, man. Sorry.” 

“Listen, I think what you did up there was very, very sexy,” Steve said loudly, placing a finger on Eddie’s chest. 

Raising an eyebrow, Eddie simply nodded. “Uh, yeah, dude. Thanks.”

“Did you wanna get a snack at that diner after you pack up? We could even grab the girls and hang.”

Eddie really wanted to find you instead. He wanted to know if you saw Steve kiss him and if you really thought they were something more. He wanted to ask more about whoever this Gertrude was and if there was a reason you kept this from him until tonight. More than anything else, he wanted to know if you were okay.

But you just…left.

Your head was spinning, and it wasn’t going to be long before you completely broke down. A pool of nausea rested in your stomach, bubbling up your throat by the second. You made your way out of the bar, the humid air doing nothing to help. Tears collected in your eyes, threatening to spill over and smear your eyeliner even more than it already had during the show. Maybe it didn’t fucking matter anymore. 

The door opened behind you; Robin’s voice heard above the music as she called out your name. You turned then, pausing as she ran over. 

“Hey, you okay?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

You nodded, but it felt more like a shrug than anything else. “Yeah, I’m good. Just need to leave.” Trying to conceal the sniffle, you scuffed your Converse against the gravel. “Steve and Eddie are back inside. Maybe y’all can go out or something.”

“Without you?”

When you finally made eye contact with Robin, you knew she understood. She was giving you that look, the one that called bullshit without having to actually verbalize it. She knew that you knew. You knew that she knew. 

“I’m actually feeling nauseous, so I think I should go home.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah—” you started before leaning over and puking onto a tree. 

Well, nothing was going to sober you up more than that.

You felt Robin’s hands making sure your hair didn’t get in your face. 

“Holy shit, are you okay?”

You nodded as you stood up again. “Yeah, it’s probably the dab.”

Robin crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow at you. “You know, Eddie said you felt sick the other week, too.” 

You looked at her with narrowed eyes. Saying nothing, you wiped the vomit from your mouth. Just say it, Robin,you thought bitterly. Just fucking get it over with. Call me out. I dare you.

“Maybe you should, I don’t know, do something about it,” she said, shrugging. “Say something.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at her coded sentence. “Yeah, maybe. Thanks, Robin. Have fun with Eddie and Steve. I’ll see you later.”

Rushing off to your car, you tried to keep your sobs from spilling out from your mouth. And if anyone saw you, well, you couldn’t quite seem to care anymore.

Steve and Robin kept the conversation going as they sat in the little 24/7 diner down the street from The Hidey-Hole. Eddie was bored out of his mind. Robin told him that you got sick from the dab and decided to go home. And, sure, that might be the reason you left. But in the middle of a sentence? In the middle of a conversation? Without saying goodbye?

It wasn’t like you at all.

Eddie tried to focus on shoveling eggs and hash browns into his mouth, washing everything down with black coffee and a helping of chocolate milk. The high was coming down with each bite. He didn’t care anymore. It wasn’t fun if you weren’t there to tell him you didn’t want chocolate milk before stealing his. It wasn’t fun if you weren’t ordering two plates of food and swearing you would finish everything before begging him to eat half of it. 

It just wasn’t fun without you.

Steve nudged him. Eddie looked up reluctantly. He wanted to say something snarky and rude about how Steve was barely paying attention and how stupid it was for him to pretend he had when he kissed him. He wanted to scream at Steve that you were more engaged than he was and what excuse did he have when they were supposed to be going out. He wanted to push his way out of the booth and go track you down.

Instead, he asked, “What?”

Steve pointed up at himself. “Did you like the eyeliner? I think it added a nice touch.”

That had been the first time Eddie even noticed. “Oh, yeah. Yeah,” he stumbled, scrambling for a white lie. “It looks good, dude.”

Eddie didn’t last much longer after that. He waited for the waitress to come by, nearly begging her for his check and getting the fuck out of there before Steve and Robin could suggest going with him. He stalked back to his van, the band already packed up and gone for the night.

With a sense of false hope, he looked over at the spot your car had been in, now taken by someone else. 

Maybe he should’ve ran outside to find you before you slipped away.

When he started out of the parking lot, he could’ve turned on something heavy. Something to make his ears bleed and the fuzz to distract from the incessant thunder and lightning in his head. 

Instead, he searched for that song you sang at karaoke. That Eurythmics one that you adored so much, always a sucker for some dark Eighties-esque synth. The strength of the lead singer, all tough and frustrated before saying the most bittersweet shit he’d ever heard. 

And so, he listened to it, weaving through the streets and banging on his steering wheel with every red light. Road rage turning the thunder and lightning into something more intense, something more vicious. He couldn’t help but wish his lips were on yours as he thanked you for wearing your fishnets and desperately clawed at the garters underneath your dress. Worshipping you in the hush of the night. Without Robin. Without Steve. Without fucking Gertrude.

“And I want you. And I want you. And I want you so it’s an

obsession.”

The lines kept repeating themselves, over and over with each chorus. Echoing his feelings, ruining him from ever escaping these fucking thoughts of something else. A future, a moment in time where he had you and everything was allowed to make sense again. 

“Annie Lennox,” he said, sighing and clucking his tongue. “Fucking Annie Lennox.”

When you stepped inside your apartment that night, you couldn’t help but let out a scream, walking over to the kitchen table and kicking a chair over. Tears slid down your cheeks, gushing and spilling over. None of this was how it was supposed to be. None of this made any fucking sense anymore.

Eddie didn’t want you. He never did.

He wanted Steve. And you didn’t have to like it, but god dammit you had to endure it.

It was so strange, the way he could break you.

You fell to the floor, trying to physically hold yourself together. But you could feel the guitar pick still in the pocket of your dress, growing heavier by the second. You pulled it out and tried to look at it through the tears, accidentally smearing eyeliner on the damn thing.  

Annie Lennox’s voice sat in your skull, repeating her demented lyrics over and over.

            “It’s guilt edged, glamorous, and sleek by design.

            You know it’s jealous by nature, false and unkind. 

            It’s hard and restrained and it’s totally cool.

            It touches and it teases as you stumble in the debris.

            And I want you.”

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do you have any names similar to these? it doesnt have to be all of them, but mainly Edgar, Pierce, Rigorre and Grimm. ive been looking around for some and this'll be great help :)!

Edgar, Grimm, Rigorre, Cain(e), Ozzy/Ozul, Onyx, Dice, Throne, Viper, Vesper, Heron, Nyx, Spector, Harker, Talyn, Dorian, Pierce

some might be closed so make sure to do your own research !! I tried to do most of them but I couldnt find them all / some were filled with closed names!

EDGAR︰ adler. albert. alexander. alfred. alice. archibald. arthur. atlas. august. barnabas. beatrice. benjamin. charles. charlotte. clarence. dior. eddie. eder. edmund. eduard. edward. edwin. edyn. eleanor. elijah. elmer. ember. emerson. emmett. ernest. esther. eugene. evelyn. everett. ezra. felix. ferdinand. finn. franklin. gilbert. harold. harper. hector. henry. humphrey. iris. irving. isaac. jack. jagger. james. jasper. leo. leonard. leopold. noah. oliver. oscar. penelope. rowan. rupert. sebastian. silas. theo. theodore. tiger. vincent. violet. walter. william.

GRIM(M)︰ august. axel. brennon. charlie. dax. dean. declan. delilah. demetri. enver. evangeline. ezra. felicity. finn. foster. fox. gaerwn. garan. garima. garin. garran. garren. garron. geranium. gereon. gerianne. germain. germaine. german. geronimo. gerwin. gianni. giovanni. gordon. goren. graeme. graham. grainne. gram. grannia. granny. green. greyden. grian. griffin. grina. gurnam. gwern. iris. joaquin. jude. kevin. kyra. leah. loki. millie. parker. rain. rogue. sage. silas. spencer. tristan. viktor.

CAINE(E)︰ abel. aidan. aiden. aleks. amelia. amory. andreas. aries. asher. aurora. ava. axel. azriel. bane. bartholomew. bonanza. cade. caden. cael. caiden. cain. caine. cale. caleb. cam. camden. cameo. cammie. camo. cana. canaan. canan. cane. cannan. cano. canyon. carter. case. casey. cash. cassim. cato. cawny. cayden. cayman. ceanna. ceona. chahna. chaim. chan. chana. chance. chaniya. charlotte. chase. chayan. chazmyne. chen. chesmu. chesna. cheyenne. cheyne. chiazam. chima. chimene. chin. china. chione. chosen. chukwuma. chumani. chyna. chynna. cian. cinna. cinnamon. cluny. cohen. cole. conn. connie. conway. cosmo. coyne. craig. cuan. cuno. cwen. côme. d'arcy. dane. dash. declan. dewitt. duran. edelynn. elijah. enoch. evelyn. gabriel. gage. gardeenia. genevieve. grayson. gwendelyn. gyles. hadrian. hesh. iain. icarus. jane. jermyn. kace. kade. kaelynn. kaidan. kaiden. kailyn. kain. kaine. kale. kane. kate. kaydin. kaydon. kayne. kedar. ken. knox. koen. lane. layne. liam. liliela. loch. lucifer. lucy. mattheo. nicollette. raiden. rayne. roddy. romilda. ryder. sawyl. scarlett. shane. thane. tyre. violet. wayne. zain. zaine. zane. zayne.

OZZY / ONYX︰ adi. archie. aria. arlo. asher. aspen. atlas. aurora. autumn. avi. axel. beck. bijoux. blade. bodie. bowie. caelum. cora. cy. daisy. davi. declan. draco. dune. echo. elton. elvis. ember. ezra. ezri. falcon. finn. fleet. garnet. gavin. genevieve. harper. hazel. imre. indigo. ivy. jade. jagger. jasper. jem. jet. jinx. johnny. joplin. josiah. joziah. kai. kaiya. kano. karter. kavi. khari. knox. lennox. leo. luca. luna. lynx. mac. maddox. mazi. mercury. millie. milo. morrissey. neptune. night. nirvana. nixie. nova. nyx. oak. oakes. ocean. ocheckka. ochoa. ohanzee. ojai. ojas. oke. oki. oliver. omega. onika. onix. onnika. onnix. onyekachukwu. onyx. ooko. oonagh. opal. opaline. orion. oscar. oscosh. oshae. osias. osiris. ossie. otto. owen. oyku. oz. ozzie. penelope. penny. peridot. phoenix. quinn. quint. rami. raven. ravi. remi. reno. river. rocky. roux. rowan. sage. salem. santana. sebastian. silas. sophie. storm. sunny. theo. topaz. uziel. violet. willow. wren. wyatt. zaki. zephyr. zeppelin. ziggy.

VESPER / VIPER︰ ace. aeron. akiva. antares. apollo. arcana. archer. asher. atlas. atticus. aurora. calista. callaway. cardin. cash. cason. chai. chancellor. charlotte. cora. cordovan. coriander. corisande. cruz. denarius. draven. elaina. elixir. elowen. elyse. ember. enfys. evangeline. felix. ferelith. finn. genesis. glade. hadley. halcyon. harbor. hazel. ivy. jaguar. journey. kaemon. kailo. kanon. katia. koa. kobe. kodiak. lainey. lazare. legacy. luna. lyra. magic. majesty. mystique. nora. obsidian. ocasio. oceane. oliver. opaline. ophelia. pax. peregrine. phaedra. phoenix. piper. quinn. rasmus. regulus. reverie. rohmer. rowyn. royce. rule. sage. salome. scarlett. sebastian. shyla. silas. sorcha. summer. tatiana. thorin. titan. vale. vallis. vance. varro. vega. velvette. vera. verity. vesper. vespera. violet. viper. von. vyra. wren. xavier. yvaine. zander. zephyr.

DORIAN︰ adrian. adrien. ambrose. amelia. andrea. appoline. arian. armani. asher. audrey. aurora. basil. benno. bloom. cassius. charlotte. cornelius. damian. damien. dante. darcy. darena. darian. dariana. darien. darin. darina. darion. darius. darren. darrin. darrion. darwin. daryan. datherine. davian. davion. dawson. dayaram. declan. derion. deron. derron. derwyn. dharma. dhiren. dominic. doreen. dorin. dorona. dorsey. dreama. dren. drian. duran. durham. durin. emrys. ethan. evander. evelyn. evleen. ezra. florian. gabriel. gilda. gordon. hadrian. heidy. jackie. jordan. julian. korbin. leander. liam. lorcan. lowri. lucian. lysander. marian. marion. mars. morgan. muse. naoma. oberon. oliver. orion. pallas. penelope. peregrine. quianna. rian. sebastian. shawnee. soren. theodore. tori. umber. violet. warren.

PIERCE︰ asher. audrey. ava. beckett. bennett. brooks. callan. charlotte. claire. cole. colton. dean. emerson. emmett. eros. everett. finn. fisher. fitz. flint. foster. gavin. grant. grayson. harper. harrison. hawk. hazel. heath. henry. hiro. hudson. ivy. jack. james. kane. kyra. landon. leo. liam. mason. miles. miller. mira. noah. oliver. olivia. owen. pace. paprika. paras. paresh. paricia. paris. parish. park. parker. parks. pauric. pearce. pearson. peers. percy. perez. perga. perris. perry. perseus. persia. persis. piers. pierson. piroj. porsche. powers. prakash. prayaksh. precia. preciosa. precious. price. prince. prisca. prissy. pryce. pyrrhus. quinn. reese. reeve. reid. rhett. ridge. rowan. sawyer. scarlett. sirius. slater. spencer. theo. theodore. vince. violet. wren. wyatt.

[doyouwanttoseeabug]

Hey I posted GuyHal for the first time in NINE YEARS pray for my soul. What if, when Guy was following Hal around during everyone's late-90's breakdown, they ran into each other in a gay bar?

My apologies to the good people of Lennox, South Dakota, which is a real town where I have never been.

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The tire blows twenty minutes from Lennox. 

Big, flat South Dakota country in all directions - blank horizon, long strip of green meeting long strip of blue, the laziest child’s drawing. In a movie there’d be a hard-bitten man riding away from that line or towards it, bringing trouble or taking it, maybe stealing one last kiss from the pretty schoolteacher or penitent dancing girl. John Wayne would call someone pilgrim in that sweet slow drawl, and the credits would roll and Hal’s dad would ruffle his hair and Hal would go upstairs and practise that drawl under the green glow of the stars on his ceiling - I haven’t lost my temper in in forty years, but pilgrim, you’ve caused a lot of trouble this morning. But this isn’t a movie. No gunslinger. Just Hal, saying fuck with slowly but ever-increasing fury as the car stumps and stumbles to the edge of the road. 

He slams his head against the steering wheel. Slams the door. Opens the boot, looks at the blank space where the spare tire should be. Slam.

“Well,” he tells the sky, “fuck.”

He touches the ring in his pocket. Walks the last six miles into town.

[crownrots]

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[starkandthewaynes]

Bengal & Lynx

Ch. 1

"Kyo, I think this final is gonna drive me insane." Lennox says to her cat, who looked at them and then just bit their laptop. "I know, you don't like it either." Lennox says as they get their phone out for a picture. They quickly took to Insta, but just shook their head.

Jason was right only 3 more days until Kyo and them were on a plane to Gotham City, New Jersey. They couldn't wait. Last time they had seen Jay, he hadn't died. When he did die, Bruce hadn't known what to do with Lennox so he shipped them off to boarding school in London, England. Yeah, that hadn't been a fun time for anyone. Dick had reached out several times, but it had turned into more of an annoyance than a help.

And when Jay did return to the land of the living, and re-joined the family, Lennox had also changed. They had always been able to see shades and ghosts, but when they moved to London, it had gotten worse, and this side of the pond the best person they could call was John Constantine. That had been a fun phone call.

"No way kid, I am not teaching you magic, I didn't even teach your brother, I ain't teaching you." John had said on the phone, but then they'd replied with; "Uncle Johnny, please, I keep seeing shit in the teacher's lounges. I need help." Who knew Johnathon Constantine, Hellblazer, Laughing Magician, Conman had a weak spot for kids who had supernatural gifts.

Lennox shook their head, thinking about the past was not going to help them study for their last final, or help them pack for summer. Luckily they didn't have to pack up the whole flat, Bruce had bought it for them. Nah, they were just heading to Gotham for the summer, before they came back for their senior year of college. Sure they were graduating early, but they had a plan for after school. They we're gonna help run the Bengel & Lynx foundation, a subject of the Martha Wayne Foundation that helped impoverished areas get help for local theatres and libraries. It's why they were triple majoring in Theatre, English, and business, while also minoring in art and history. Or They will once they pass these finals then two more semesters.

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Lennox was checking everything to make sure they had everything. Kyo was already in his little bag ready for the flight. He was so cute and ready. They took a picture. They couldn't help it, their Instagram page was practically dedicated to Kyo, at this point they really should just make it his page, but then all the press would get uppity. The only bad thing about having Wayne attached to Pierce was the press.

Lennox laughed. They had met Steph when she, Duke, and Cas had come over to London with Tim on a business trip. Or at least that was the official public story. The real reason was Spoiler, Orphan, and Signal had a joint case. It was still a fun trip where Lennox had gotten to meet their older sister and younger brother and pseudo sister.

Lennox took a cab to the airport, just because their family had money doesn't mean they needed to use the private jet. As soon as they were through security and on the plane, they could finally relax. They pulled out an old warn copy of Treasure Island, a comfort story.

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Lennox liked Jay's, duke's and Tim's tweets as they picked up their bags, and looked around for Jason. They heard a loud engine and saw a pretty badass bike show up. They driver skided into park, got off and held up a sign. Lennox couldn't help but cackle as they read it. In Jason's chicken scratch blown up were the word's "Welcome Home, Lynx!" They loved and missed their twin so much. They couldn't help it when they ran into his arms. "Bengal!" They shrieked as hepicked them up, careful of Kyo, and spun them around. "I missed you so much, Lynx." He whispers as the two just stand in one another's presence. "By the way, do you know how to ride a bike?" Jay asks, grabbing their bags. They chuckle. "Yeah, Bengal, I know how to ride a bike; Dickie made sure of it." So did working with Cinstantine, made for quick getaways. Lennox adds in their head. "Right." He says, handing them a spare helmet.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------"You totally forgot Bruce had all of us on twitter, didn't you?" Lennox asks, Jay, Dick and them are in the family room. "I tried getting him to stop, but he was being Jason." Dick whines, as three of the oldest Waynes sigh. "How long you think we got?" Lennox asks, as Dick looks at his watch. "Well, Bruce tweeted that 30 seconds ago, so I think we got probably-" "Twins! Dick! Study now!" "Now, we got until now." Dick sighs, getting up. On the way there they passed by the others, who were snickering. They weren't in trouble.

"You three wanna tell me something?" Bruce asks, as the three kids rock back and forth on their toes. "I'm graduating next winter?" Lennox tries, as the three men stare at Lennox. "You have been working hard huh?" Jay asks as they shrug. "Got myself a plan Bengal, and Tim's been helping me get a jump start." Lennox says, as Bruce nods. "I wanna hear when we're done here, Lynx." Jay says as Lennox nods. "

Yes, well, firstly I wanna know how old you all were." Bruce says as Lennox smiles. "Well, Bengal and I weren't here that's for sure." Lennox says as Jay turns wide eyed. "What are you doing?" He hisses as Lennox just smiles. "What?" Bruce asks, as Lennox nods. "Yeah, it's what happens when you grow up in the Alley, cigs are just apart of the ambiance. So yeah, Jay bought us our first pack three days before you picked us up, we we're celebrating that we had gotten ourselves a job." Lennox says as Bruce stiffens up, just like Lennox knew he would. Bruce doesn't like to be reminded of how hard some of his kids have had it. They walk out of the study, and all their siblings are staring. "Check Twitter." Is all Dick says

Yes this is another new batfam smau I need to spice things up sometimes leave everyone on their toes (PS if you saw this earlier no you didn't)

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[ericac318]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary:

Lennox Monroe attends Blackmore University and lives in the same building as her friends: Tara and Sam Carpenter, and Quinn Bailey. Lennox has been secretly dating Quinn’s Father, Detective Wayne Bailey when Ghostface makes his comeback! Detective Bailey x OC This story does not follow ‘Scream VI’ 100% and it’s very much just something I wanted to write.

Chapter 1

“Why don’t you want to join your friends at one of the many Halloween parties going on this evening?” Wayne asked as Lennox snuck him into her apartment for what felt like the thousandth time.

She shook her head as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her body, “I could, but I’d rather be here with you,” she breathed before she placed her lips against his.

He smiled against her lips as he deepened the kiss, grinding his body against hers as they made their way further into her apartment until they reached the living room where Lennox shoved him back onto her sofa.

Lennox straddled him once he was settled, lifting her dress as she ground against the bulge in his jeans while revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You were confident about how this night was going to go, weren’t you?” he teased as he broke their kiss while moving his hand from her hip until his fingers teased her, causing her to hold her breath.

They were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

Lennox inhaled sharply from his actions as she climbed off him, holding her finger to her lips signaling that he needed to keep quiet while she went to answer the door.

Lennox opened her door to reveal Wayne’s daughter, Quinn, on the other side. “What can I do for you, bestie?” Lennox asked, hoping it wasn’t anything that would take up too much time.

Quinn replied, her voice low, “Listen, do you have any condoms? I forgot a pill this week and I’m out,” she explained.

“Sure,” Lennox replied as she left Quinn at the door while she grabbed a few necessities before returning to the door. “Is this enough for whatever you have planned for tonight?” she added with a wicked smile crossing her lips.

Quinn let out a loud laugh, “This should be plenty. I hope you have some left for yourself,” she replied with a wink before she disappeared down the hallway.

Lennox returned to Wayne where she found him wearing a perplexed expression. “What’s the matter, baby?” she inquired as she climbed back on top of him, noticing his erection hadn’t left.

“Was my daughter just at your door asking for protection?” he asked, his brow furrowed as she attempted not to let the information distract him too much where it would ruin his night.

Lennox shrugged, “At least she’s being safe. Are you ready to return to where we left off or are you too distracted now?”

He took a deep breath, “No, I’m not distracted. Perhaps a little concerned, but I’ll worry about that later. Where were we?”

“I think I know what you want,” she whispered as she backed away from him and lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees, between his legs. “Do you agree?” she said, breathily as she started undoing his jeans.

He nodded, unable to respond as he hissed as he felt her fingers wrap around him before they were replaced by her lips.

A few hours later, Lennox woke from Wayne’s sudden jolt from underneath her.

“What’s going on?” she questioned as she fought off her sleepiness.

Bailey shook his head, “I’m not one hundred percent sure yet. There’ve been three murders since I arrived at your place,” he began as he grasped her face and placed a passionate kiss on her lips.”I’ve gotta go, but I want you to lock your door. Don’t open your door unless you’re absolutely sure you know the person on the other side, understood?”

“Of course, I trust you,” she replied as she watched him leave her bed and throw on his clothes with speed she’d never witnessed.

“I will be in touch,” he added as he left her apartment.

Lennox locked her door as soon as he was gone before plugging in her phone and turning on her ringer.

A/N: If you’re enjoying my different take on ‘Scream VI’, read on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46090024/chapters/116022784

[ladykailitha]

My brain went into Steddie overdrive today. Sheesh! I came up with two AUs.

1- Secret Garden AU- Robin as Mary Lennox, the orphan from India sent to live with her uncle (Hopper in this situation) who is rarely home. She meets Eddie (as Dickon the townie boy) through her maid Max. Uncle Wayne is the old gardener that comes and tends the garden anyway. Joyce is the fearful housekeeper, trying to keep Robin from learning the house’s secret. She keeps claiming the boy Robin hears at night is Will (Jonathan is a former undergardener turned stable boy.) And of course Steve is Colin, the master’s secret son. And then make it gay!

2- Modern AU. Eddie is looking to get the Evenstar from LotR tattooed on his chest but his usual artist packed up and moved to New York. So he’s on the hunt for a new artist when a friend (no idea who yet) tells him that they recently got work done by this guy who’s freaking amazing. He’s told to go the Royal Pain tattoo shop and ask for Stevie. No last name. So he goes and Robin is minding the front desk and he remembers her from school. And suddenly his mind fills in Stevie’s last name. Harrington. And sure enough that’s who walks out. Only this is not King Steve, oh no. This Steve’s hair is shaved on the sides and floppy up top. A single lock is dyed bright pink. He’s got a piercing in his eyebrow and left ear and tattoos peaking from his tight polo shirt. Eddie’s panicking now. He can’t have King Steve tattoo him! How would he hide the erection he knows he’s gonna pop?

But Steve is smiling brightly at him and asking him about if he wants to do a large back tattoo of the pendant but Eddie tells him he’s saving his back for some wicked bat wings. But he hasn’t found an artist he trusts enough to do it. Steve immediately offers his portfolio to look at while he sets up for the Evenstar tat. Robin leans across the counter and tells Eddie that he better at least get Steve’s number if he doesn’t intend to return for the back tattoo. Because Steve hates doing back tattoos or any tattoos that require more than one or two sessions because he gets bored easy. But the fact that he offered to do Eddie’s means Steve is interested and wants him to come back. And she really doesn’t want to deal with the pining.

Eddie doesn’t know what to say to that and he is thankfully saved by Steve calling him to come back. Steve asks him to trust him on the chest piece and give him carte blanche. Eddie thinks about it for a moment and then agrees. When it’s done he is grateful he trusted his instincts because the tattoo? It’s gorgeous. It looks as though it’s coming out of his chest, skin peeling back to see bone and his heart and the Evenstar in the middle of it, shining like a beacon. Eddie almost cries at how beautiful it is.

Steve hands him is business card with his cell phone number on the back. And Eddie walks away with the shops own lotion and the knowledge that he would be back to have Steve do those wings.

Full Story here.

[fletcherraleighshoeeeee]

I made a playlist for the Summoner Series characters :))))

Fletcher

Pray For Me - The Weeknd ft. Kendrick Lamar _ https://youtu.be/K5xERXE7pxI

Believer - Imagine Dragons _ https://youtu.be/IhP3J0j9JmY

Centuries - Fall Out Boy _ https://youtu.be/V-cb3U_mp98

Starboy - The Weeknd _ https://youtu.be/Rif-RTvmmss

6 Foot 7 Foot - Lil Wayne ft. Cory Gunz _ https://youtu.be/CsxcoV3rra0

Fire - BTS (K-pop) _ https://youtu.be/kwaOkrBWW5s

Into It - Chase Atlantic _ https://youtu.be/lZp96uELegI

Whatever It Takes - Imagine Dragons _ https://youtu.be/rGlEZpOVjGo

The Real Slim Shady - Eminem _ https://youtu.be/r5MR7_INQwg

N95 - Kendrick Lamar _ https://youtu.be/XEV4x7xEprw

808 Controls Me - KRAK'N _ https://youtu.be/rz15tosRtRg

No Role Modelz - J.Cole _ https://youtu.be/8HBcV0MtAQg

Low Life - Future ft. The Weeknd _ https://youtu.be/j3OzH8URrng

Highest In The Room - Travis Scott _ https://youtu.be/OWl9p3oFKgg

Titanic - Jackson Wang _ https://youtu.be/G42IuinZAo0

G.O.A.T - Polyphia _ https://youtu.be/9_gkpYORQLU

Gasolina - Daddy Yankee _ https://youtu.be/3tw2P65wv5E

The Color Violet - Tory Lanez _ https://youtu.be/Istt2aXmWFg

Othello

Enemy - Imagine Dragons _ https://youtu.be/IOrbP1OqNsg

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift _ https://youtu.be/I3Fr6iKX7VI

Is This The Life I Chose - Aaryan Shah _ https://youtu.be/eW_QeNtcqe4

Blasphemy - Bring Me The Horizon _ https://youtu.be/HYd9B6YvIHM

We Will Rock You - Queen _ https://youtu.be/-tJYN-eG1zk

Feel It Still - Portugal. The Man _ https://youtu.be/e-2aoz_Um10

I Ain't Worried - OneRepublic _ https://youtu.be/Y0rnNtpAYhc

House Of Memories - Panic! At The Disco _ https://youtu.be/bLm8g1gdcPc

Natural - Imagine Dragons _ https://youtu.be/pXu6JC6-d_o

Set Fire To The Rain - Adele _ https://youtu.be/a2giXO6eyuI

Hymn For The Weekend - Coldplay. ft Beyoncé _ https://youtu.be/YykjpeuMNEk

Seraph (aka literally every Bruno Mars song ever...)

Runaway - Bruno Mars _ https://youtu.be/dY5Vkuo-QRo

24k Magic - Bruno Mars _ https://youtu.be/kmcRuI4f6bU

That's What I Like - Bruno Mars _ https://youtu.be/JucvYrdSIcM

Call Me Baby - Exo (K-pop) _ https://youtu.be/N__h40wm4tY

Coming In Hot - Andy Mineo ft. Lecrae _ https://youtu.be/uLS-WE4K8q0

Everybody Loves Me - OneRepublic _ https://youtu.be/j8sb_Or0FUs

Handclap - The Fitz and Tantrums _ https://youtu.be/tbyWV7ccaeY

Papillon - Jackson Wang _ https://youtu.be/j-P0vSG3Ccc

Yo Voy - Zion & Lennox _ https://youtu.be/tw2lJYRBO3s

Pumped Up Kicks - FosterThePeople _ https://youtu.be/k_aQYP8rsgE

Deserve - Kris Wu ft. Travis Scott _ https://youtu.be/5TXf-jIfLXE

OH MAMI - Chase Atlantic _ https://youtu.be/G2fzvTGIxNk

Uptown Funk - Mark Ronson ft. Bruno Mars _ https://youtu.be/7Ya2U8XN_Zw

Get Lucky - Daft Punk ft. Pharrell Williams _ https://youtu.be/DvE7O3bLQgE

If you guys like this and want me to do other characters, let me know!! <333333

[vannyssadlife]

im bored

[klausstastic]

KLAUSSTASTIC MASTERLIST

Avery Eastwood

fandom: tvdu - love interest: klaus mikaelson

Alexander Mikaelson

fandom: tvdu - love interest: matteo lopez

Matteo Lopez

fandom: tvdu - love interest: alex mikaelson

Nicholas Argent

fandom: teen wolf - love interest: stiles stilinski

Cameron Walker

fandom: teen wolf - love interest: liam dunbar

Calliope Vega

fandom: pjo - love interest: percy jackson

Atlas Grey

fandom: pjo - love interest: matt galantis

Matthias Galantis

fandom: pjo - love interest: atlas grey

Lennox Wayne

fandom: fate winx - love interest: riven

Ryder Dixon

fandom: marvel - love interest: steve rogers, bucky barnes

James Sullivan-Stark

fandom: marvel - love interest: peter parker

Nyx - Nightstar

fandom: marvel - love interest: makkari, druig

Santiago Cortes

fandom: 911 - love interest: evan buckley

Cassandra Osborn

fandom: 911 - love interest: none

Daisy Winchester

fandom: supernatural - love interest: elijah adams

Elijah Adams

fandom: supernatural - love interest: daisy winchester

Greyson Novak

fandom: outer banks - love interest: jj maybank

Kayla Jones

fandom: cobra kai - love interest: robby keene, tory nichols

[zooterchet]

Protecting Suboxone (Respiradone)

In the 1960s, waves of a new revolution were sweeping over Los Angeles.

The 1950s saw the takeover of Los Angeles, by the Foreign Office, MI-6, on the diamond bet between Hughes and Nimitz, Charlebois and MacArthur.

A straight Marine, "Gay Ray", and a gay general, "General Doug".

It was either the Yakuza's Japan, an entire nation of textbooks voting for Adolf Hitler, or a movie fan audience under DARE, gateway drug theory.

Hiroshima happened, Home Depot and the Hayes family came, and now the chiseler wrench, was the screw wrench.

Ray won, with his sword tattoo on a globe, reading "Avid Lamsa", Greedy Fly. Not "Semper Fi", China Town.

An elite RTS counselor, Charles Manson, had been force requisitioned through the Los Angeles Police Department, for MI-6; the architect of the Vietnam War, for Senator Kennedy.

They took his cock and balls, while he was trying to free Sharon Tate from Jewish psychiatric ardour; taken off the streets, for smoking a beedy, a cigarette in rolling paper, not marijuana, and having been induced to suck off Roman Polanski in his sleep, hypoxia; a conversion to Islam, invented by Aisha, the Jewess.

An underage girl, tormenting a marijuana dealer, Muhammad, into obscene rages, at why everyone thought he was living with an underage girl whose parents had given her marijuana.

But Charles Manson, had lost his erection, to modern pharmaceuticals.

Even Charlie and Sharon working together, to print "Frank Zappa", her lyrics, and his comic writing, "Batman 1966", based on Superman's logic, could not save the pair, at love at longest sight.

The Los Angeles Police Department was cracking down, so they sent Kennedy's elite soldier, ZODIAC, "Willie the Pimp" in Frank Zappa's music; "Bobby McGee", of Janis Joplin fame, Steve Charlebois, the special monitor on the situation deployed by "Gay Ray", his father.

Steven Charlebois had to suck the Sheriff's dick, John Wayne Gacy Jr., coming back home.

But little victories are rare, in law enforcement; however, in intelligence, they are guaranteed.

The Saud Malay connection, under USMC terms, had been severed, defeating Adolf Hitler forever, leading to decades of detention slips and military intelligence soldiers, Adolf Hitler swiftly kicked on his boot on his car, from America and his "wheel", the Ace Five straight.

In 2003, Megan Dalee, a Hopkinton Highschool graduate, had developed "Suboxone"; a cover, as Fentanyl or heroin poisoning as a recovery, actually "Respiradone"; rumored to be chemical castration.

Emancipated from her parents, with the new invention, a potato needle, the erection and semen were sustained, however amphetamines damage to the male fixation was undone, and the same product staple through her patents degree, remained on the product.

But that's the new story, of "Chet".

Where did "Mini-Peebo" go, your old friend, "Quinton Reed"?

We had to scramble dozens of MI-6 Mossad operatives, hunting Megan Dalee, emancipated from her parents for the service contract for Respiradone.

Hunkered down, inside her little Orchard Hill dormitory room, at UMass-Amherst, with Jewish patent thieves out of England and the Anglicans, trying to seize her, for a prostitution's debt, to control the patent outside her law degree.

Naturally, David Charlebois, had to take action.

"Affirmative Blacktion".

David Charlebois, a Nazi, knew when the white man had betrayed him; it was time to take his secret weapon out, "Gay Niggers From Outer Space".

It was time to elect Barack Obama, and eliminate Scott Peterson's police selection, and the Coen Brothers, the Nutsies, Adolf Hitler.

And so it he did, with Rich Coughlin, Jenna Williamson, Brian Monaghan, Daniel Cheeseman, Joshua Moen, Andrew Donson, Ryan Cunningham, Chris Sweeney, Justin Walsh, Ivan Tomasic, Matthew Lennox, Allison Haimes, and Nicholas Maynard, wiped off the ground.

When he got his Medal of Honor, he was ordered to report the proper condition of any American spy, "paranoid schizophrenia".

He had seen a house wife, on time share, "a Nun".

And as for "The Beans", the cigarettes, he wanted to get back home for them regularly. If the Medal of Honor, got diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, an American spy (hospital, not corrections), it would all be reversed, and pot bust pimping would return.

The Yakuza.