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[the-californicationist]

Cali's Kinktober: Day 19

Kinktober Masterlist aegri somnia - “troubled dreams” TF141 x f!reader Kinks > sex-pollen, gangbang, semipublic, corruption Full tags on AO3 - MDNI - Read at your own risk.

You’re at a costume party on Halloween night on base with your team. The whole gang is there, and they sample something …strange… from the bar. The only cure for their fever? You.

Warning: drugged sex, dubcon, sex-pollen style scene, anal, vaginal, face fucking, some ghoap.

You were a kitty cat. Past tense. Now, you looked like a chimney sweep. This Halloween party had gotten way out of hand. The heating was cranked up to ninth-circle-of-Hell temperatures, and everyone was dancing, sweating, and getting completely fucking sloshed. 

Your whiskers and nose had long been rubbed away, and you’d lost the cat ears somewhere between the upstairs toilet and the sandpit volleyball game that the boys had set up in the basement. Two months of deadtime in the Urzikstani Green Zone had been great for morale but shit for discipline. Price was gonna be so pissed when he saw how Soap had painted the TAC-V like a big pumpkin. 

“You alright, love?” Gaz slurred, stumbling a bit before resting his arm around your shoulder, half-in and half-out of his own Paddington Bear getup. He still had the red hat, but the blue jacket was tied around his waist, and the matching shorts looked like little more than boxer briefs. 

“Yeah,” you nodded, “Parched. What’s that?” You pointed to his hand, jealous that he had a cold beverage. 

“Mm,” he took a sip and handed you the cup, “I dunno. Soap was passin’ it around. Orange, mysterious, probably lethal.”

“I’ll take my chances,” you laughed, downing the last sip.

“Speak of the devil…” Gaz nodded over to the makeshift bar.

There, on top of two stacks of crates, stood Soap, pouring his orange concoction right into Simon Riley’s open mouth. Soap was dressed in a little red devil outfit, complete with pitchfork, and Ghost was… well, he was just himself. The skeleton mask did the trick, you supposed. 

You shook your head, laughing at them, and Soap looked up to see you there. 

“Oy! C’mere, bonnie. Got somethin’ special for ya.”

“I don’t like the sound of that,” you grumbled, walking over to the bar with Gaz in tow.

Soap was crouched over in his tight red onesie, digging through an ice chest. He emerged with a wide, mischievous smile on his face and a bottle of eerie, murky liquid.

“Pinched this from Ale and Rudy when they were in last night. Probably that killer tequila he’s been on about. Didnae wanna try it by meself.”

He started to pour out four cups, and you turned your nose up at it,

“Oh, Jesus, Johnny. This smells like piss.”

“Quit your whingin’, lass. You’ve had worse things in your mouth,” he winked, downing his shot and wearing a twisted face of immediate regret.

“Suppose that’s right,” you shrugged, drinking down your own. 

It rushed through you like burning fire, and it made you feel like you’d been punched right in the jaw. 

“Holy fuck,” Simon coughed, “The hell is this, Johnny? Fuckin’ petrol?”

“I’m gonna be sick,” Gaz complained, trying to breathe slowly in through his nose and out through his mouth. 

“Ach! C’mon, it’s not that bad,” Johnny protested, going back for a second dose.

Suddenly, a husky voice came out of the darkness behind the crates, 

“What’s all this then?”

“Oh, hey, Cap’n,” Johnny tried to look normal. He failed, but at least he tried.

Price rolled his eyes, but he held out his cup and held it out to the sergeant,

“Go on, then. Give us a taste.”

You watched as Price took two big gulps, your own stomach turning from the memory, and gaped in amazement as he mostly controlled his expression. Show off.

You were already sweaty, but this tequila made you feel like you were going to burn right up. You wanted to move. The music was deafening, and even though you didn’t know this song, you begged Gaz for a dance. 

“C’mon! Just one.”

“Alright, love. But, you know I can never have just one,” he twirled you around, making you feel even drunker than you were, and led you out into the warehouse where Ghost had rigged his huge boombox to make a dance floor.

Everyone was dancing. Time was moving at an insane rate. Fast and slow, dilating in and out, and you were like a shadow, letting it pass right through you, drunk and high and everything in between. 

Soap and Ghost joined you, and Price watched on from the edge, smoking and looking a little red around his eyes. 

Suddenly, Gaz’s hands were on your hips, pulling you back into him, grinding you against his crotch.

“Hey,” you turned over your shoulder, “What’s goin’ on?”

“Nothin’, babes. Just dancin’. That alright?”

You nodded, smiling up at him, 

“Yeah, I guess so. Feels like this tequila went right to my head.”

“This fat arse is goin’ right to mine,” he said, staring down at your butt, squeezing it roughly.

You felt his cock through his shorts as he danced with you, rubbing himself against your leotard and fishnet combination, chasing his own high. 

Soap joined you, dancing in front of you, lacing his legs between yours, dancing even closer to you than Gaz. He looped one arm around your neck, and he threaded the other around your waist, moving his hips in time with the beat, drinking another cupful of tequila when he got the chance. 

Ghost was behind him, and he began peeling off the lycra onesie, revealing Soap’s broad chest to you, rubbing him down with his hands, playing with his nipples in front of the entire base.

Had you been in your right mind, you would’ve balked at such behavior. But, for some reason, it felt right. You wanted to touch him, too. So, you did. 

You reached out in front of you and ran your hands down his belly, lowering the zipper even further, feeling his heated skin.

“Mmf-fuck,” Ghost moaned, “Tha’s hot.”

Soap seemed to agree, his arching erection obvious through the thin, red outfit. 

Gaz’s hands moved from your ass to your tits, squeezing them as he pulled your body against him, thrusting himself against you to the rhythm of the drum and bass, letting you feel his incredible length across your backside. 

“Look at these, mate,” Gaz cooed in your ear, talking to the other boys, massaging your breasts and pulling at the fabric of your leotard until it almost let your heavy tits fall out. 

“Gaz… what’s…” You tried to clear your mind, “What’s gotten into you lads?”

Your lieutenant leaned forward across Soap’s shoulder and kissed you through his balaclava, moving his mouth into yours, letting you feel the outline of his full lips. You tried to kiss him back, using your hands to flip up the edge of his mask, finding his chin and cheek, moving over so you could taste him properly. 

He was full of that dark tequila, and a hint of his menthols, musky and manly in the most enticing way. When he pulled away, he went immediately to Soap’s neck, sucking on his flesh and making him moan aloud in the middle of the dance floor. 

Suddenly, a large, strong hand gripped your face and turned you towards him, kissing you full on the mouth. His beard and mustache were the only giveaways that it was your captain, feeding you his tongue and choking you with it greedily. 

What was happening? This was insane. Something was wrong. What was in that drink?

“Cap,” you whispered when he allowed you space for a breath, “What’s happening?”

“Need you, love. Need you right fuckin’ now.”

Gaz’s hands reached into your leotard, around your cotton cat tail, and tugged at the gusset. The button snaps popped, revealing your ass, covered only in fishnets. He dug his fingers into the large holes of the fishnet leggings and pulled, ripping them apart, making room for his fingers to sink themselves into your dripping hole. 

You fell forward, grabbing onto Johnny’s shoulders, loving the way Gaz’s hand felt as he moved it inside of you, each finger was like its own challenge, delving into you and reaching for your soft spots.

“Fuck, she’s wet,” Gaz revealed, and you felt your cheeks warm with shame.

Soap smiled down at you, reaching between your legs on his own accord,

“Oh? Is that so, bonnie girl?”

He touched you right beside Gaz, both of their hands vying for position, sometimes shoving their fingers into you at the same time As Gaz would pull away, Soap would bully his knuckles forward, swiping up into you like a greedy thief, reaching for more of your silky wetness. Then, Gaz would return, playing at your clit and then feeding two of his fingers inside of you again, stretching you to make room for both his and Johnny’s eager hands, not caring who was there first or whether or not you were enjoying yourself. 

You were enjoying yourself. But, that was beside the point. Weren’t you at a party? What were you doing before this? There were other people around, right?

But, they suddenly didn’t matter. Price tugged down your shoulder strap to reveal your breast. He marveled at the puffy nipple, pebbled and waiting for his mouth. He bent and began to suckle from you, feeding his other hand across your chest, groping you under the fabric of your outfit as he pulled you into his mouth.

Johnny’s ragged moan cut through the fog of your pleasure, and you looked up at him. He was nearly naked, his devil horns the only thing left from the waist up, and Ghost was kneeling behind him, his mask pushed up, eating his sergeant’s asshole and spreading his cheeks apart cruelly. 

You reached down to feel Soap’s cock, and it was leaking through the fabric, barely concealed anymore by the costume. You pulled him free, jerking him off, smearing his glossy precome all over his pulsing, pink head. 

Price grew tired of your clothing, and he began to rip your costume away from you. Gaz helped him, pulling and tugging and tearing at the fabric. You were left in your fishnets and heels, stumbling between the men surrounding you, feeling the tequila worm its way into your core, stirring your body and making you yearn to be fucked by their heavy pricks. 

Gaz was the first to press himself into you. You were shoved forward, your face smashed into Johnny’s furry belly, his sweat painting your cheek, and Gaz held you in place. He gripped your hips with a painful clutch of his hands, and he swiped his dick through your lips, back and forth, coating himself in your wet warmth. Then, that familiar, aching stretch, and he was inside of you, humping his cock into you deeper and deeper, filling the empty space within your core. 

“Holy fuck,” Price purred, grabbing you by your hair at the nape of your neck.

He pulled you toward him, his fat prick in his hands, and fed himself into your mouth, shoving your head down onto his shaft, choking you with his girth. 

Soap pulled you from him, giving you the same treatment, and you could taste the salty precome that he was leaking with, using the momentum of Gaz fucking you to find a rhythm with your mouth. 

They took turns using you, moving you back and forth, fucking your throat until it burned, pushing you further and further down until your nose was buried in their dense curls, tickling you with the matted fur at the root of their cocks. All you could do was swallow and try to breathe, but it was little use. You were drooling all over them, unable to control your body and its desperate attempt to prepare you for their huge pricks. 

Gaz had ripped an orgasm from you twice, making you scream around the base of Price’s cock, shoving his thumb into your twitching, tight asshole as his cock ruined your pussy. He was well and truly gone, at this point. His grunting was like that of a beast, and you could feel the sweat dripping off of him and onto your back. 

Ghost grew tired of tasting Johnny’s asshole, and now he was fucking him in shallow, huffing thrusts. Every time he would push himself further into his hole, Johnny would leak a little more, his come running down his shaft like sap from a huge trunk, sticky and sweet and endless. 

You were in the middle of tasting Johnny’s dripping head when you felt Gaz bottom out inside of you. Then, he shouted out a long, whining, rumble as he pumped you full of his come. You felt it spilling out of him, pouring into your cunt, spraying rope after rope of his seed into your walls, soaking your hole, desperate to seep into your womb.

Price all but shouldered Gaz out of the way, manhandling your body until you were wrapped in his arms, your legs slung over each giant bicep, and you were being lowered onto his impossible phallus. 

“I… I can’t…” You protested, unsure of whether or not you would survive whatever your captain had to give you.

“You will,” he purred darkly, his voice demonic in its timbre, “Oh, baby, you will.”

He slipped his head into your hole, but that was all that slipped. Everything else was an uphill battle. You wrapped your arms around his neck, trying to take some of the weight off of your core, but it was no use, he was using his heavy hands to pull you down onto him, squeezing himself inside inch by agonizing inch. You said a prayer of thanks to whatever sick gods were watching your debasement that he was not as long as Kyle.

You hissed in a breath when he reached a new level of thickness that your body had never experienced before.

“Shh, shh,” he cooed in your ear, “Be a good girl, love. Relax for me.”

His hands readjusted, moving lower to pull your cheeks apart, and he used his middle finger to dip into your asshole, playing in Gaz’s dripping come, swirling it around the puckered rim, teasing you by prodding you with shallow thrusts of his finger.

It was enough to distract you from what he was doing to your poor pussy, and he shoved himself in to the base, shocking you enough that your blood ran cold. You held your breath, unable to even cry out. It was as if you were a machine that had been unplugged. You were gone. Your captain had fucked your mind right out of your head. 

“That’s it. There she is,” he smiled sinisterly, pumping himself in and out, using your own weight to fuck you on his heavy rod. 

Two, greedy hands reached around to grope your breasts, grabbing them roughly, pinching your nipples until you whimpered and squirmed. Johnny was behind you, being fucked hard by Ghost, teasing your heavy breasts and rubbing his cock against your ass. 

Price’s hands were in the way, but when he felt Johnny’s cock, he positioned you so that his sergeant could reach. Then, you felt Johnny’s slick cockhead writhe its way inside the very brink of your asshole. He was so close to coming, it didn’t take much depth to take him there. As Simon fucked him, he thrust himself up into you, stretching your hole, unable to fit inside as deep as he would’ve liked with Price in the way. There was just no room. 

Johnny came in you messily and with total abandon. He bit down on your shoulder, keening and groaning, spending himself inside your asshole and letting it drool out of you as he left you there, warring with Price and his weapon.

Ghost let Johnny sink to the floor, and he took his place behind you. He was as tall as the captain, and his cock was almost as large, but there was no gentle rubbing like what Johnny had given you. Simon spread you wide, making you cry out from the way you were being spread apart, your cunt desperately clenching around Price, trying to find a way to hold onto something, anything. Then, he fed his cock inside your asshole, wet already from Johnny’s greedy core, shoving and pushing and squeezing his way beside Price, not taking any sort of laws of physics too seriously.

He began to kiss your neck, staying perfectly still and buried in you to the hilt, letting Price do all the work. The captain kissed you on the other side, biting you and leaving huge red marks where his teeth were too mean on your tender flesh. 

“Too fuckin’ tight,” Ghost complained, moaning into your skin.

“Knew she could take it,” Price smiled, kissing your slack mouth.

“Needy slag,” your lieutenant growled, leaving marks of his own all across your throat. 

He was playing with your tits, pinching your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, holding them up and out, making you feel like you were trapped in his hands. Then, he would knead them, feeling the weighty softness, enjoying your vulnerability, revelling in your corruption. 

Price’s thick cock was moving you both, shoving and bullying Simon’s dick through the thin flesh between your holes, making his masked officer harden like a stone inside of you. 

“M’gonna come in you,” Ghost promised, whispering against your earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. 

You could only cry out, your brain too fuck-drunk to make any words. Sluts didn’t need words. They just needed to come hard and clench their tight little holes around these two, huge cocks. You were nothing more than a hole to be filled. 

Simon thrust in opposite motions from Price, moving himself through your asshole at an absurd speed, fucking you into a shuddering orgasm, and blowing his load deep inside your belly. You could feel its creamy warmth, and as he pulled out of you, you felt it drip from your gaping hole, mixing with Johnny’s fallen seed on the floor. 

Price was still pounding away, brute that he was. Now that he was alone, he lay you on the crate beside him and held your knees open wide, splaying your thighs apart and staring at his cock as it thrust through your folds. 

You were moaning like a paid whore, coming in waves, your whole body feeling the effects of your pleasure, full of come and hungry for more. 

Suddenly, the music kicked off with a thud and you heard laughter coming from across the room.

“Déjame adivinar…” Alejandro’s rude tone came through loud and clear, “You filthy perritos got into my Damiana, verdad?”

Rudy reached behind the crates that Gaz and Soap were leaning against, panting, sweating, and covered in come. Then, he pulled out the bottle, half-empty. He let out a low, pitying whistle, watching as Price buried himself in you with loud, wet slapping noises filling the room, 

“No mames, güey,” he shook his head, showing Alejandro the bottle, “Mira. They’ll be hard until next week.”

“Mierda!” Alejandro cursed your group, all worn out in your pitiful states, “This was expensive stuff. I had it made by a bruja! Extra strong. You owe me, pendejos.”

Their crackling laughter made your head spin, and as you listened to the pounding of flesh on flesh, you knew you were in for a long fucking night.

Hope you enjoyed this year's Kinktober adventure! Thanks for sticking around. Happy Halloween, everyone!

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[rigginsstreet]

just a little something for @harringrovelovefest but it doesnt fit any of the prompts lol

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Billy knew dating a straight boy would bring nothing but trouble. Cyd had warned him enough back in Cali, told him how straight boys may be good for a one time fuck, get it out of your system, but that's it. Don't go try pursuing anything more, because it'll never be anything more.

And Billy had taken that to heart. The one time in his life he didn't feel the need to put his hand on the stove to test its heat, last thing he needed was some straight boy running scared, opening his big mouth to let the world in on Billy's little secret. Maybe he played with danger a little too much, but he also knew when to play it safe to save his own ass.

Which is why Steve Harrington had been such a fucking enigma.

Billy knew better, and yet he let himself fall for the king of small town America, the poster boy of Ideal Heterosexual Living. He was such a fucking idiot.

He'd gotten a few good months out of it, at least. Definitely some of the best sex he's ever had - once he taught Steve how to properly use his dick, anyway. And he's gonna miss having that asshole hanging onto his every word, clinging to him like another limb. That absence is gonna be a bitch to fill.

But Steve, apparently, is ready to go back to pussy, if the visual Billy's getting from the parking lot of Family Video is anything to go by. Can see clear as day through his windshield, into the store, how Steve is leaned over the counter, smiling all big and bright at some chick he thinks they went to school with.

Billy knows flirting when he sees it. Honestly, he just wishes Steve had the decency to not flaunt it right in his face. Could've taken her to the back and fucked her in private without Billy having to have this image burned into his brain.

Whatever.

He slams on his horn, finally alerting Steve to his presence.

Steve perks up at the sound of the horn. Billy's a little early to pick him up from the end of his shift, but only by a few minutes. Robin can clock him out, it won't matter.

"Gotta go, Shelly," he says to the girl on the other side of the counter. "But make sure to come back and tell me what you thought about Animal House. I'm telling you, it's a classic!"

Shelly laughs and agrees to his request before heading out, and Steve can't get out of the store fast enough. Yells his goodbye to Robin and runs out the door, panting as he plops himself into the passenger seat of the Camaro.

"Hey, tiger." He grins. And it's only now that he notices the voice coming from the radio. Just about the last damn thing he ever expected Billy to be listening to. "Is this Dolly Parton?" He wants to laugh, but the somber look on Billy's face and the next words out of his mouth have him refraining.

"My mom liked her. Got a problem with that?"

"Uh... no. No. Dolly's great."

Billy pulls out of the parking lot without a word. The track on the cassette changes, and the melancholic lyrics fill the silence.

When you love somebody With all your heart and soul And you want to keep them with you But you know they want to go What do you do? What do you say? When you know they want to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Billy's fingers tighten around the steering wheel. This song was always a bitch to get through, but it's downright torture right now. He thinks about changing it, but it would only draw attention. Best to just push through it, act like it's just another song. Keep his feelings down like usual.

Steve notices the shift, though. He also notices the way Billy's eyes have gone a little glassy, starting to fill up with tears.

He gets it. Billy's mom is a sore subject for him, and as he listens to the lyrics spilling out of the radio he can't help but to feel bad for his boyfriend. There's an ache in his chest like he's carrying Billy's emotions for him. He wish he could. Wishes Billy didn't have to feel a single bad thing for the rest of his life, he's already felt enough.

And then the chorus starts, and Steve's mind switches over to his own past woes.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't care at all and the other cares too much It's a sad situation, I must say When someone wants to leave As bad as you want them to stay

Nancy feels like a lifetime ago. And he's over her, he is, but. Some wounds take longer to heal.

This song would've hurt more had he heard it back then, in the thick of it. But now he can mourn that period of his life for what it was and look at Billy and take pride in what his life is.

You know how much I love you But I know you don't love me And I know it's just a matter of time before you leave But I, do I stand aside and just let you walk away? But I know you want to leave As bad as I want you to stay

Billy wonders when the blow is gonna come. How long it'll be until Steve breaks the news. Will probably let him down easy, because that's the kind of guy Steve is. And Billy won't go down without a fight, because that's the kind of guy he is. Can't ever let things go without kicking and screaming.

Maybe he should end things first, beat Steve to the punch. Leave his ass blindsided, leave-

"Hey," Steve's voice comes gently, along with the hand now holding Billy's on the wheel.

They're stopped at a red light, so Billy chances a glance over.

And there's nothing quite as sad as a one-sided love When one doesn't love at all and the other loves too much It's a sad situation I must say

"I'm glad I have you." Steve smiles, all soft and sweet. Delicate, like he's stepping through a minefield. "I'm glad we have each other."

Billy's breath catches in his throat. Doesn't know what kind of sick game Steve is playing. But he's holding Billy's hand, and he's staring into his eyes, and he looks sincere.

His mom had looked sincere, too, all the times she told him she loved him. Look where that got him. People are sincere, until they aren't.

When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay Oh, it's a sad situation I must say When someone wants to leave as bad as you want them to stay

"You can't-" Billy starts, choking on his words. "You can't leave me." His own honesty strikes him, but the words are out, and he figures it's time to lay it all on the table. "Or- if you are, just do it now. Don't string me along Steve, I won't- I can't-"

The light's gone green, but there isn't a soul on the road, so Steve doesn't feel guilty almost climbing into Billy's lap just to hold him as close as he can, kissing the top of his head, his cheek, his lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, blue." He holds Billy's face between his hands, forcing him to understand the weight of his words. "You're stuck with me, whether you like it or not." He shakes Billy's head for emphasis, eliciting a laugh from the both of them.

There's tears streaming down Billy's face, but it's relief. Maybe he jumped to conclusions, maybe he has to reel that shit in. He'll work on it.

"Yeah, okay." He sniffles. Doesn't make a move to get out of Steve's grasp. "You're stuck with me, too, though."

Steve beams. "Wouldn't have it any other way."

[psychotic-nonsense]

This was originally planned to be its own fic, with background and build up and ✨️longing✨️, but I don't think it'll work out. Can't write slow burn to save my life.

Enjoy this bit of it because I'm still gonna be thinking about it.

Context - Post Vecna, a few days after the gates open. Eddie lives, barely, and has some trouble moving. Max survives, though with impaired vision and legs, Vecna having taken barely enough from her to open the gates. The Party finds an abandoned shelter outside of town after everybody reunites, using it as their base.

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It's logical, he tries to reason. It makes sense, it's the only real way to handle this situation.

The kids are all bunking together, no doubt turning the entire floor into one single bed. With the Cali-Crew (quote Dustin) finally back home, no one would dare try and separate them. Besides, the fight over who got to bunk with Max to watch over her injuries was getting too annoying for anyone to keep dealing with.

The adults are bunking together as well. Having one guy sleeping alone in a room each during these times, when danger was prominent every single night, seemed weird to the Russians and Wayne. Plus, as Murray jokes, it "keeps an eye on Hop and Joyce at night" (he got a few punches for that one, laughing all the while).

But the teens started this whole thing - or rather, Argyle did. The second they found out how many rooms there were available in the shelter, he called shotgun on one for just him and Jonathan. The adults reluctantly agreed to it, so Nancy took the chance and grabbed a room for her and Robin, to everyone's surprise.

Which left one last pairing.

Steve did look a little upset about not getting to bunk with Robin (and if you ask Eddie, a little scared, but he won't even try and think of the reason). But upon her and Nancy's shrug and responding, "Girls night," he conceded with an eye roll and a sighed, "Girls night..." before immediately grabbing Eddie to take the room in the middle of the hall.

And that seemed to be Steve's only grievance about bunking with Eddie. Everything else he's seen in the past few days of their recovery, his quirks and struggles alike, he looks ready to take in stride.

Eddie sleeps far from the door with his spear and shield next to him? "I would've fought you on that first, man. And hey, my bed back home has a bat on each side. This thing never leaves me."

Eddie's gauze leaks through with shit from his wounds? He can barely walk to the door without shaking? "We dealt with the same bats, Eds, it's okay, I got you."

Eddie has a big emotional gay crush on the guy and everytime he's called "Eds" he wants to beg for Steve to hold him and never let go?...Well, Steve doesn't know about that one, but it's only a matter of time honestly.

Especially considering the damn sleeping arrangement, which makes itself prominent the second they open the door.

While the rooms themselves aren't so bad, considering the age of this place, Steve and Eddie got lucky enough to find the one room with only one proper bed. Connected bathroom and pull out couch, yeah, sure, cool. But the springs in the couch are rusted through and snapped shut when Eddie tried to open it, so that's a no.

And Steve, still recoiling from the bang of the couch, had the audacity to try and suggest he sleep on the floor?!

"Hell no, Steve!" Eddie immediately fought. Showing too much care that it makes Steve look shocked. "Do you know how many rats could've been crawling around on that? We can clean the bed, but who knows what's hiding in those cracks? Just take the bed and I'll sleep on the couch-"

"After that thing almost exploded?!" Steve exclaimed back. He's a little concerned, with his puffed chest and hands on his hips countered by the softer give in his eyes. "No way, Eds, not with your bites still fucking you up." Stop looking at his eyes, Munson. "I'll just get another bed from the spare rooms-"

"Nope, not happening either." Steve may still be the hot ass jock he was in high school, but a year out of the gym and his own wounds in his sides and back would make just that torture. Because there's no doubt he'll reject any help, try and do it all his own. And Eddie refuses to let him run into pain again. "The couch works just fine as is, and I can barely move anyway, so no harm no foul, right?"

"You could fall off," Steve responds, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

"You'll get rabies on that floor," Eddie counters. Then he tilts his head to the side, a lilt in his tone. "Can't worry our dear Buckley, now can we?"

Steve snorts at that, making Eddie smile. Goddamn it, Munson. "You wouldn't be able to get up on your own from the couch," Steve counters yet again, smiling like it's a competition now.

"You wouldn't be able to get up at all," Eddie fights back.

"The bed probably stinks."

"And you'd still let me go up there?"

"You need actual sleep."

"So do you."

"...You wouldn't wanna move rooms?"

"Steve, you don't even want to move."

They're both smiling so wide it has to hurt Steve the way it hurts Eddie. Every counter they've taken a step forward until they're almost face to face, same height even with Eddie's trembling from sliced nerves.

Someone has to break soon - "Then take the damn bed, Munson!" - and it turns out to be Eddie. Because of course.

"Only if you do too!"

There isn't enough metal in the walls for the words to be echoing this much. It's the first retort Steve's actually affected by, flinching back just a hair but it's enough. His expression goes from giddiness to a kind of seriousness Eddie can't decipher.

Eddie's frozen solid. He doesn't want to know what he looks like, knows enough how his eyes are way too wide, that his mouth is stumbling over words it can't make. Look who's really fucked up now, the dude saved your life and you two are finally friends, and you're repaying the favor by asking him to sleep with you. Shameful, disgusting, inconsiderate...

But Steve's looking over at the bed. Assessing the dust covered sheets, the pillows and slightly moldy headboard, and then...

He fucking shrugs like it's no big deal and is saying "Okay," like it doesn't stab Eddie right in the throat, making him squeak as he's brought out of his head into something that cannot be reality.

"Okay?" Eddie responds, incredulous, watching Steve go over to their duffel bags in the hall.

"If it means you'll back down, sure. That thing's big enough for the both of us anyway." Steve throws the bags on the couch, flinching a little when he stands up straight again. "You could've just suggested that from the start, Eds, could've saved us the trouble with the death trap over here." He jokes, nodding at the couch.

But Eddie doesn't catch it, shocked in silence. Making a big deal out of nothing because of his stupid stupid heart. "You're serious?"

Steve scoffs, rolling his eyes as if he's offended by Eddie's surprise. The mirth in his eyes hasn't faded though. "I'm not scared of a little sleepover, man. And if it wasn't you it was gonna be Robin, so don't think you're special." He walks over to the bed as he says that, but Eddie still catches the fear in his eyes again. The one flavored with loneliness.

But as Steve starts carefully pulling the sheets off the bed, he softens again, meeting Eddie's eyes with a kindness that's so genuine. Breath, Munson, that's a thing you need. "Seriously though, Eds, I'm cool with it, don't worry. We've both been through some worse shit than this, yet I'm still here. So are you." Steve averts his eyes, looking almost sheepish as Eddie's heart basically implodes. "Don't think you can push me away now. You're stuck here, like it or not."

Steve occupies his hands with collecting the sheets, so carefully trying not to send dust everywhere. Eddie finally breaks out of his stupor, smiling as his chest sags in relief. Crush or not, Steve proves Eddie's little Upside Down speech right every single damn day. Playful and sarcastic and strong, but the hidden consideration and softness and care showing through. Every. Single. Time.

Steve reaches for the thin bed cover at the bottom, but Eddie's already there on the other side, pulling it out of his grasp. His head snaps up, surprise to open fondness. "You sure about that, Stevie?" Eddie jokes, slowly bunching up the sheet in his hands. Knows the truth is peeking through. "I've been called quite the unforgiving bunk mate."

Steve blinks at his words, searching him for something Eddie doesn't want to know. But then he's smiling too, not looking away as he goes for the pillows. "As long as you don't snore, I'll be the judge of that."

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Eddie does snore.

Not outright, it's a barely there grumble if you get technical. But it comes up sometimes when he sleeps on his back, and thanks to those glorious bites, he's forced to. Thus, snoring. Steve would probably make fun of it, play up the annoyance and make a joke of it to get Eddie to laugh.

But they're both fast asleep. Steve in just sweatpants and Eddie in a shirt and shorts, on opposite ends of the bed, passed out with the exhaustion of the last week still weighing them down.

They're no better than the rest of the Party, their new base of operations providing them all a sense of safety no trailer or winnebago has before. Granting them all the deepest sleep they've had yet.

Still, the unconscious Steve shuffles in his sleep in the dead of night. His brain is a hive of noise in times like these, making his subconscious dark and uncomfortable. He's deep in slumber, exhaustion keeping him trapped down, so his body tries to counteract it, twisting and turning to find sanctuary.

The unconscious Eddie isn't faring any better. Even in sleep he's restless, his usual positions consisting of shuffling legs, constant turning, and the tight cradling of a pillow, all in the attempts to keep his body down and still. But with the wounds, he can hardly breathe without straining against them. Every attempt his subconscious makes to move, a sharp burst of pain shoots into his dreams, and he stops with a groaning snore. And though the blankets they could salvage are thick and comfortable, this new Hawkins post-Vecna is cold at night, and Eddie is too exposed to not feel the shivers rack his body, flaring the pain further.

With a sleepy mumble, Steve shuffles into the bed a little further, his brow straining against his mind's assault. At the same time, Eddie turns his head onto his uninjured cheek, the only movement his body will allow.

Steve squirms and it strains at the wounds in his back, so against the bruising pain of the bites, he turns over into his side. He's got more freedom than Eddie there, so while his body slowly settles against the pain, his other arm comes around to find peace in the sheets below. Anything to ground him from the memories swirling fast like rushing lake water.

And it finds something. Something solid, soft, real and breathing and alive and safe. Steve's too deep in sleep to comprehend it past that, so his fingers just run softly over it, savoring the tranquility it offers his rattled head.

Likewise, Eddie's snoring abruptly quiets with a breathy exhale. Something has grabbed hold of his upper arm. Soft and moving but it's warm, radiating heat up to his shoulder blade and down into his fingertips. Thankful and desperate, his subconscious moves him to shuffle sideways, face straining against the pain in search of the aid that'll soothe it.

At the same time, Steve also searches for more of that feeling, the edge of darkness licking at his heels as he tries to escape. Closes the gap.

Steve is now laying nearly on top of Eddie's right side, arm draped over his chest and head finding solace in the crook of his neck. All the while, both of them completely unconscious.

Steve's brain goes blissfully silent, the presence of another comforting his innate fears and driving away the darkness into a muted haze. It pulls his mind completely away from whatever pain resides in his torso, and he relaxes fully with a soft mumble.

Eddie sags into the bed with a deep exhale. The warmth digs deep into his bones, burning away the cold and restless twitching in his nerves. The pressure on his side adds to the weight on his mind, dragging him deeper into sleep. The pressure on his chest is just barely off of his wounds, soothing the stabbing in his gut in to a soft pulsing.

He leans more into it, meeting Steve breath for breath. Letting their hearts match in beat, sinking into peace. It's the safest and most comfortable they've been since hell froze over.

But as the night goes on, they'll slowly drift apart. When the sun rises they'll be separate once again. Their minds will only remember the peace, their bodies the vague touch of comfort.

Despite everything, they'll be none the wiser.

Despite everything, the next night, they'll long for it again.

And despite everything, they would find it.

[texancommie07]

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya

I will drive past your house

And if the lights are all down

I'll see who's around

Heavy Metal Valentines Day Four: Secret Admirer

June 29th, 1985

Billy Hated It Here. Summers In Hawkins Were Nothing Like Summers In California, All Thick And Soupy. His Job At The Hawkins Local Pool Was The Only Real Upside To His Experience, But It Didn't Really Matter, It Wouldn't Ever Be The Beaches He Grew Up With.

He Didn't Want To Go Anywhere Whit The Weather Like This, But What The Hell Else Was He Supposed To Do? He Looked Around His Room, As If He Would Find Anything To Cure His Boredom In This Hellhole.

Actually.

He Still Has His Shity Little Walkman In His Closet. The Things Was Already Busted Back Home, And The Move Didn't Treat It Any Better. Maybe Max Was Onto Somthing. He Wondered If It Still Worked?

.........

Laying Back On His Bed, He Placed The Headphones On His Head, Shoved His Metallica Tape In It, And Hit Play. As The Intro To "Hit The Lights" Started Up, He Thought 'Now What?'

He Tried To Think Of What The Hell He Was Supposed To Do, How The Hell Did Eddie Do This. Billy Remembers Them Talking About Putting On Music And Staring at Their Ceiling For Hours On End , Eyes Wide Open Yet Seeing Nothing Of The World Around Them, Just Whatever They Were Imagining To Their Music.

Speaking Of Eddie, Maybe That Would Help. Billy Tried To Think Eddie Thoughts. But Which Ones? When They First Met Seemed To Piney, When They Got Together Would Make Him Too Sappy. Maybe The In-between? Sure, Why Not.

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November 3rd, 1884

He Was Insane, He Had To Have A Death Wish Surely. That's The Only Reason He Would Be Outside Right Now.

(They Were Insane, Definitely, The Death Wish, Billy Couldn't Give You A Solid Answer On That.)

Billy Was Stuck Back Inside After His "Little Scene" On Halloween, As Neil Called It. He Had Been Sitting, Trying To Talk Quietly On The Phone.

He Had Propped Up His Window To Keep The Smoke From His Cig Out Of The Room, Not In The Mood To Hotbox Himself, And Pretty Quickly Saw What Was Outside. He Couldn't Fucking Believe It.

Snow.

Actual, Genuine Snow Was Falling. It Had Been Three Days Since November Started. Could This Place Honestly Get Any Worse.

(Oh How Naive He Was, Thinking The Biggest Of His Problems In Hawkins Was The Cold.)

He Had Told His Cali Friends About His Current Predicament, Their Shock Barely Coming Through With How Busy The Line Was. Even Worse, He Finally Properly Looked Out His Window To See...Him.

Eddie Fucking Munson. Just Great. God Billy Hated That Guy, He Was Nothing But Trouble, What With His Pretty Cow Eyes, Gorgeous Hair, Niche Interests, Soothing Voice And Mildly Blinding Smile.

He Was Billy's Worst Nightmare, Someone That Made Him Go Weak In The Knees, And Put Him At Risk Of Everyone Knowing What A Freak He Really Was.

(Billy Still Thought Nearly The Same, Although He Was Starting To, At Least Mentally, Wear The 'Freak' Tag With A Bit More Pride. Eddie Was A Big Help With That, In Their Own Strange Way. Actually Getting To Be With Them In The Way That Billy Craved Helped Him To Start To Realize, He Didn't Mind Being A Freak, As Long As He Could Have Them.)

He Didn't Inform His Friends Of This Predicament, Not Out Of Fear, But Rather Because He Didn't Wanna Deal With Their Inane Ramblings About Billy Finally Having A Crush.

He Turned Himself To Face Out His Window, Resting His Arms On His Desk, The Snow Begining To Pick Up. He Couldn't See Him Perfectly, But He Could See That The Asshole Had His Guitar Out. It Looked Like He Wrote Some Shit On It, Billy Couldn't Read It.

Billy Was Sure He Could Really See Him Staring, Far Too Wrapped Up In Whatever He Was Playing To Pay Attention To The World Around. With How Hated He Was, Billy Was Impressed He'd Made It This Far Without Getting Himself Killed. Billy Would Honestly Bet That The Only Way Eddie Could Actually Die Would Be A Conscious Choice.

He Could See The Flush All Over His Face And Fingers, Bright Against His Pale Skin, Looking Almost Frost Bitten. Just How Long Had He Been Out Here?

"God..This Is Fucking Insane."

"Yₒᵤ ₖₙₒʷ Wₕₐₜ ₑₗₛₑ ᵢₛ ᵢₙₛₐₙₑ?"

"Yₒᵤᵣ ₘₒₘ!!!!"

As Always, The Witty Commentary From The Peanut Gallery Never Failed To Impress Him. He Hoped Eddie Was Having A Better Day Than Him.

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[zappedbyzabka]

OH MY GOD I JUST HAD THIS IDEA WHILE READING RUSSOLAW STUFF

WHAT IF OLDER DANIEL AND HIS TWIN BILLY WITH A YOUNGER JOHNNY OR THE OTHER WAY AROUND WITH OLDER JOHNNY AND YOUNGER BILLY AND DANIEL

YES👀

The image of two scrappy little guy’s fight for the pretty older guy🫠 The image of two hot older men fighting over a lovely younger guy🫠

Johnny met Daniel first; maybe he worked at the country club as a cart girl type (because Johnny in that outfit🤌). As much as Daniel likes to say he’s a calm guy who never feels jealous, he’s a rabid chiwawa about Johnny.

Sure, the kid isn’t his property or anything; he just happens to work at the club Daniel frequents and always shows up in his cart with Daniel’s favorite carbonated alcohol. Always in tight khakis, the shortest little shorts Daniel’s ever seen on a boy, or a godforsaken short skirt—long legs on display for him to ogle guiltily when Johnny is fetching him whatever he asked for (like a good boy.)

Johnny is used to the attention from perverted old men and cougars who terribly misread him at the club, getting patted on the rump by richies and slipped tips for "Being such a doll," as one woman put it. He definitely gave some trouble, he wasn’t especially polite or cheery on the job, but he made up for it plenty with flirtation. Daniel was the first guy there that Johnny genuinely sought out and dressed up for.

Billy coming to Cali was definitely not on Daniel’s radar, especially since they aren’t on the best terms.

He allows the guy to stay with him, though—he still loves him even if he is a prick; he’s family.

But it became very obvious that Billy still doesn’t know how to act because he caught him up with Anthony eating doritos and playing video games at 3 am when Anthony had school the very next morning—that ended in a big argument. Billy convinced him he’d stay out of trouble if Daniel got him out of the house and showed him his workplace, what he did all day.

"Come on. You ashamed to have me as a brother or somethin’? I’m so bored!”

“Yep. You’re a criminal.”

“I am not! You know I’m not!”

The dealership was thankfully uneventful. Amoush and the rest were there, but Amanda had already met him/knew about him and so did Louie (of course.)

It was the country club that Daniel should have never taken him to. He had gone to get a margarita when he heard a sweet "Hi, Mr. LaRusso!" Behind him.

He only turned around for a quick second, smiling at the sight of Johnny walking in his general direction, before turning back around and thanking the bartender.

To his horror, Billy was the one Johnny had gone up to mistakenly.”

"…But that’s life, doll. Can’t complain when there's pretty things like you.” He told him with a smile, rubbing his knuckles on Johnny’s burning cheek.

The boy looked way too into it. “I like this new shaggy look, sir.”

"Billy!"

Johnny’s head turned towards him immediately, confusion written all over his face. “…Mr LaRusso?”

“Hiya, Danny. Why didn’t you ever mention…” he looks over at Johnny. “I don’t believe I asked your name, sweetheart?”

The blonde gets that look on his face again, like he wants to pounce as he almost purrs. “I’m Johnny.” and gives Billy his hand.

Daniel digs his nails into his palm, trying not to give away his jealousy and frustration. “This is my twin, Billy. He’s here for a short visit.”

“Oh, I’m gonna stay a long time.”

"Why didn’t you ever tell me you had a brother? A baddass one at that!”

Daniel clenched his jaw. "I mentioned I had a sibling before. I must’ve."

He didn’t. He didn’t want Johnny to know about Billy because the boy surely would have gone looking for photos of him—realizing that he’s the bad boy version of him and liking him more than Daniel. And Daniel knows Billy has the exact same type as him, would take one look at the boy and start licking his lips like Sylvester the cat.

Well, Billy is a fraud. He’s never been cool or a real rebel—what kind of idiot thinks he’d go to jail over tuna?

But Johnny is extremely attracted to Daniel because he’s a wholesome dad, a good man with hairy arms and nice hands. A guy who can barbecue and could win in a fight nine times out of ten. A true manly man in Johnny’s eyes, no matter his height.

And boy, was he a hottie back then too. Johnny would have let that stick hit any time.

He enjoys his company and hearing what he has to say, even if it’s something cringy like asking if he’s “down with GOT”.

He’s just so kind and dreamy.

But LaRusso—the new one—is just as hot to him. He loves bad boys, especially the shameless ones. The ones that eyefuck Johnny, stare at his behind and don’t even try to hide it. The ones that whistle at him and tell him he has pretty lips. Johnny’s spread his legs for the bad ones as much as the good ones, and now it’s like he’s in a personalized wet dream having these opposites of each other that look exactly alike wanting him; he wonders how different their dicks are, he knows Mr LaRusso’s is big. He saw it when handing Daniel a towel in the sauna.

He’d already been drooling over it just from seeing it through Daniel’s trousers, but seeing it uncovered left him feeling even more desperate, felt like he had a fucking fever that night. He wonders if he could get them to plug him up on both ends and fuck him at the same time. (Cough. He can.)

And gosh golly do I love russolaw with Billy thrown in the mix and wanting to fuck the pretty older fella.

I’m putting tkk3 Daniel as a rival for Billy because the cute chub matches—but I also love twiggy tkk1 Daniel fighting him.

So…milfy and grabbable…so pretty—who wouldn’t wanna hit that. Look at those thighs. I’m sure he’d love having Billy and Daniel scrap with each other over who gets to walk him to his car after class. Last one is him teasingly scolding Billy/Daniel, who are fantasizing about getting between his legs mid word and fucking him him breathless—they’d even settle for pressing their dicks between his chubby thighs while he kept running his mouth.

Young Daniel weaseled his way into Johnny’s life, heart, and pants—which are what Daniel decided to bring up as a conversation starter when they met.

("Hey, I like your jeans." Johnny looked sort of confused as to why Daniel was telling him that, and he certainly didn’t seem to believe it. "Yeah?"

"yeah! Uh…Can I have your number?"

Way too quick, LaRusso.

The corner of Johnny’s lip twitched. "What do you need that for?"

Don’t chicken out; be straightforward, Daniel thought. "I’ve seen you in those flyers, and I…." Thought you were so hot “I’m interested in joining?" Dammit.

Johnny laughed, a little less on guard. "Could have sworn Aisha put the number for the dojo on there, but…" He gave Daniel a once over. a twerp with gentle eyes. Probably a monster cock that takes up half his body weight hiding in his pants. "Sure, I’ll write it down."

Daniel could have jumped for joy when Johnny did so, handing him a disposable coaster with his personal phone number on it.

"Anything else?"

He didn’t want to leave him just yet. "Yeah. What brand are your jeans?"

johnny shrugged. "Don’t remember, I’ll let you know when I take them off tonight." )

Maybe it was the typical bar meeting, or maybe Daniel and Johnny met at a construction site; either way, Johnny likes him. He also likes his fluffy hair and the way he stared at him like he was beautiful, not old and pudgy. He liked those guilty glances he shot him even more, like he just couldn’t help it. (Johnny’s tits are almost eye level with him, but he tries not to look and it’s cute). Kid is such a hopeless romantic but horny as a rabbit.

So maybe Johnny had his fun with that—bending over directly in front of Daniel, straddling him during training, laughing at his jokes, and crossing his arms like a girl trying to show off her cleavage—which is exactly what he was doing. Getting him hard on purpose, then doing nothing about it.

it was just so fun to give the kid blue balls. It was too adorable how he clearly wanted to tear off Johnny’s clothes and make him take it, but never attempted to ask or do so—too polite and traditional, too nice to straight up tell Johnny how badly he wants to gag him on his dick and watch him cry because he’d look even prettier on his knees. No, Daniel kept taking him out for dates, bringing him presents, and asking for nothing but to take him out again.

the next time Daniel came over with another potted flower and his favorite takeout, Johnny kissed him. He had just barely been able to wait for Daniel to set down the food and plant before he did so. Daniel told him he looked great the moment he walked through the door and smiled like he was genuinely just glad to see him—as if Johnny weren’t in just a tshirt and small briefs. Daniel himself smelled like plants and dirt and looked incredibly attractive.

Yet they still didn’t sleep together that night because Daniel is ever so the gallant and felt like showing Johnny that he didn’t only want him for his looks—like he hadn’t made Johnny feel special all month. Johnny wanted to at least jerk him off (he’s even done that for his own friends), finally touch the dick he’s been needing, and have something to think about later, but he didn’t want to push it and scare the kid off.

Billy, however, was not afraid to fuck Johnny immediately.

He brought Johnny things too: beef jerky and milkshakes, different kinds of beer he wanted him to try out, and flowers he found outside a gas station that he thought would look nice behind his ear.

He takes Johnny on drives in his beat up Miata, takes hims wherever he wants to go, and more. He’d ask him continuously for all his stories about the cobras and his motorcycle. About his glory days.

And he fucked Johnny not even a week after meeting him. Showed up for one of their little adventures and got invited in to "relax for a bit". Billy had been heavily flirting, dropping innuendos, and making it clear what he wanted, but also that he liked him and wasn’t only hanging out with him for some ass and a grope.

Johnny loves his leather jacket, greasy hair, crude talk, and nicely shaped, chapped lips; he reminds him a little of Dutch, which makes him like him even more.

But Johnny moved onto being a cocktease to both Billy and Daniel. Keeping eye contact while he’s sucking on something, ("Look at his blowie lips, Dan—" "Don’t talk like that about him.") and leans forward so they can look up his shirt. Not to mention all the things he does that are just cute. Like getting confused as to how any sort of technology that isn’t a Walkman or flip phone works and needing their help. Or the way his voice gets a little higher and airy when he’s around them.

Daniel knows his brother has been with Johnny, but that just makes him spoil the blonde more. He tries to show him that he’s the one who could really take care of him; he’s the one who loves him, but he starts to rethink his plan the more he catches Billy and Johnny making out while Billy’s hands—identical to Daniel’s—were touching the curvy body of the man he’s been holding himself back from.

He and Billy fought the first time Daniel walked in on him in the middle of fucking Johnny. Johnny’s wrists were tied to the bed and his mouth open and pink, mewling for Billy and looking like he was above cloud nine with tears running down his face and his legs spread wide. Daniel didn't need to see between them to know what was going on, especially when Billy wouldn’t shut the hell up, kept murmuring filth, and spanking Johnny indulgently"So fucking tight. Best ass I’ve ever laid eyes on, made to be fucked. That’s why you’re such a bitch sometimes; you just needed a good cock to calm you down."

Daniel just grabbed him without thinking when he said that, pushed him off of Johnny, and punched him in his dumb matching face. "Daniel, Billy, what the hell?!" Johnny yelled, but that didn’t stop them from squabbling and rolling around on the floor. Spouting insults at each other like they did in middle school. He kind of liked watching them fight, but the way his heart pounded at being entirely defenseless when there’s fighting around him was mostly from fear—which…also kind of turned him on, but he doesn’t want the boys to actually hurt each other. "Stop it!"

They ignore him or just don’t hear him. "Stop it, please!"

They finally stilled, bleeding and panting and staring up at him like puppies, both of whom were just rabid a second agoz

"Untie me. Now."

Both of them jumped to listen, each untying a wrist while Johnny chastised them.

"I’m sorry, Johnny, sweetheart. Don’t know what I was thinking."

“Sorry, angelo.”

Johnny wonders if he could get them to stand right next to each other with their thick, perfect cocks out so he could go back and forth between who he’s taking down his throat and who he’s jerking off. Maybe they’d let them press the tips together so he could lick them both—maybe they could even try and get as much of their dicks as they could in his mouth at the same time (spoiler alert: he can get them to do all of that and he can keep them both locked down.)

[bubble-masquerade]

Pt. 1!! Will post part two sometime tomorrow:) Joined project with my sister @bogwatertrash more detailed info of the ocs.

Pedro.

Name Meaning: Stone or rock. definitely not named after Pedro Pascal 

Turtle Species: Loggerhead Sea Turtle 

Are the biggest hard shell turtles in the world 

An adult loggerhead can bite with the force of nearly 500 pounds

An adult carapace has the length of 75-122 cm (29.3-43.7 inch) and weighs 77-159 kg (170-351 lb) 

Males have longer tails and claws than females

Use the moon and stars as navigation in the ocean

 Diurnal (active during the day) and also enjoy sunbathing due to their coldblooded nature 

The average duration of dives is 15–30 min, but they can stay submerged for up to four hours

Primarily has an carnivores diet

Personality/other info

Pronouns: He/Him/His 

Gender: Cisgender Male 

Sexuality: Straight/Demisexual

Ambivert

How he was found: Not decided yet 

Basic knowledge of magic. Craft Specialty is Kitchen witchcraft 

Takes his big brother role to heart. is protective of his siblings but also wants to toss them in a dumpster sometimes haha. Tries to keep them all out of trouble but isn’t fully immune to most shenanigans'

Hates snakes. is terrified of them 

Enjoys baking the most, finds it calming and enjoys making things the others will enjoy. Plus he makes cute desserts 

Favorite movie genres are action/fantasy/adventure

Doesn’t really like repeating himself but Sylvie and Klee are the ONLY acceptations to this depending on what it is

LOVES seafood. Has made himself sick eating so much of it

Sings to himself as he bakes. has been caught on more than one occasion. Sometimes the others will sing along playfully if they so happen to pop in. Doesn't mind if the siblings hang out in the kitchen as he does his thing. Enjoys the quality time

Has a pretty basic sleep schedule

Prefers warmer weather, not a fan of the cold. Plus, swimming season.

Turtle Species: Green Sea Turtle 

Is pretty okay with physical affection. Is known for completely plopping on the other siblings if they sit beside him. (has almost crushed poor Sylvie and Klee)  

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

Calypso (Caly)

Name Meaning: Hidden or to conceal. Sea goddess who held Odysseus prisoner for seven years

Some of the largest sea turtles in the world. An adult green sea turtle’s shell can measure anywhere from three to five feet in length, can weigh as little as 240 pounds or reach up to an astonishing 700 pounds, depending on their sex and health

Green sea turtles received their name based on their cartilage and fat’s green color and not the color of the shell itself

Each flipper has at least one visible claw

Green turtles have the ability to use the earth’s magnetic field as a compass, which is one of the reasons they return to their natal beaches during nesting season

Are able to reach depths of as much as 960 feet on average

Can hold their breath between four and seven hours when in a resting state

Herbivore Diet

I have a bunch of other turtle facts but I don’t want this to be too long 

Personality/Other info

Pronouns: They/Them

Gender: Bigender 

Sexuality: Questioning/genuinely doesn’t know 

Ambivert

How they were found: Not decided yet

Basic knowledge of magic. Craft specialty is potion making/brewing/alchemy 

Tries to be assertive but fails some when it comes to the younger siblings (gets dragged in to their shenanigans mostly to keep an eye on them)

Favorite Movie genres are Sci Fi/Action/Monster Movies

Loves witchtown to death. Enjoys visiting and watching the magic displays. Also likes dragging Pedro along because one, it annoys him, and two because they know he wants to keep them all safe 

Has definitely gotten in trouble for making random concoctions (gets the needed items from witchtown and has several books on the making of potions). Has gotten to the point to where they now have a small dedicated space (lab) for this. (mostly has made non lethal stuff) and will def ramble on about a new project or something they’ve learned recently. Loves being experimental. What happens if i mix these two together? Probably another explosion. 

Sometimes has to be drug out of their lab to get meal breaks/naps/etc. Will  hyperfixate on a project or reading for hours at a time

A walking compass

Prefers warm weather. Like Pedro enjoys swimming 

When overwhelmed after they get their much needed alone time they need Pedro and quiet time. Will send him a text to let him know 

Will lay/lean against/cuddle up to their siblings. Pretty touchy with them(the siblings), and they know to be careful when reciprocating touches

[okinawa-division]

Ace's Thoughts on Ginza Division

Masa Judice

"...Wow. And here I thought the creepy, dark priest thing was just a stereotype you only see in movies or tv shows. I didn't think they actually existed in real life. Suffice to say, this guy is very different from the nun that lives in Ueno. Unlike him, she seems to be very kind and earnest. Him, on the other hand, behind his kind and innocent demeanor, you can tell this guy has got evil intentions. The fact that almost all of his city worships him like a freakin' cult should be a hint."

"...I'll say this: I don't know exactly what this guy's intentions are, and I don't really care. As long as he stays far away from me, Evelyn, and Rashaad, he can do whatever he wants in his little world."

Eiji Noguchi

"Eiji... Noguchi?! Isn't this the man behind the social media platform, PROFILE?! ...Wow. I am shocked. And that's not an understatement, either. I am very surprised to hear that the man behind one of the largest's platforms on the Internet is actually joining a rap contest. ...I'm almost afraid to let my father know about this. Why? Because in case you don't know, this man, (un)fortunately, had to ban my father from PROFILE because the bullheaded old man made some malicious and false messages." Ace scoffs. "He should be lucky that he had won the election by that time. If he had done that during the campaign, there's no doubt in my mind that he would have lost."

"But besides that, I am actually a big fan of PROFILE. I have a lot of followers on my page, though I only know a few hundred. Some of them are friends from high school, others are guys I met years ago during football camp, and others are just people I've met around Cali. Like I said, PROFILE's a good platform. I hope to meet the man behind it and shake his hand."

Oki Teagan

Ace scoffs. "And here we have the vulgar, redheaded buffoon. And trust me, that's me being nice. This guy reminds me of some of the bullies we had back in high school. They loved picking and beating up on people younger or shorter than them. They had a reputation around school, but it didn't bother me none. I didn't go looking for trouble, but I sure as hell wasn't going to run if it came my way."

"Honestly, the only thing of note about this guy is that he used to be in a rap group from what Rashaad told me. Apparently, he and that fortune teller lady from Ōta were in a group together, but it dissolved after she quit and the others followed. Now, it looks like he's trying to regain his former glory. Peh, forgive me if I don't hold my breath."

Last Judgment

"Last Judgment... is that name supposed to invoke fear? That facing them will be the last thing you ever do? Well, I'm sorry to disappoint, but I still have a lot of things I want to do before I die. And I don't think facing these guys is enough to kill me. I'm not saying I'll go out of my way to face them. But if they want a challenge, I'll gladly give them one. My apologies to Mr. Noguchi, but PROFILE or not, if we face each other, I won't hold back."

[luxmaeastra]

// Unseelie High Queen Amarantha verse! Ie High Queen of Night, Dawn, Day, &, Dusk)

Narcissisus smirked at her, fingers running through little Nehemiah's hair.

"I wonder where she got it from my Huntress."

Amarantha rolled her eyes and shoved past him. She looked to Nehemiah, tapping her nose.

"Don't listen to Papa, Caelena is in big trouble."

Narcissisus clicked his tongue, sweeping Nehemiah into his arms.

"All our darling Cali did was set the fire to grove of trees. There wasn't anything in those trees anyway worth hunting right Nehemiah? Isn't Mama being silly?"

Maybe he was playing with fire but he enjoyed getting burned.

She hated when he didn’t back her up, she hated him when he seemed to undermined her in front of their children. Yet he was right, deep down she knew he was right but she needed to keep everyone in check.

If she allowed her children the freedom to do as they wanted, then would anyone really listen to her?

Amarantha turned, about to retort when she heard the door open slowly. The small face of their other daughter appeared, her cheeks blackened with ash.

“Caelena…come.”

She scampered in sheepishly.

“Explain yourself.”

“I…I was frustrated because I was…” she mumbled the next part. “I had to show them I was not weak, so I showed them my powers and they all ran off scared.”

[leatherebel]

I don't remember where my family dynamic post is so here's a new one

Michael - Steven's father and the source of the Curse. Serial killer, serial motherfucker, big ol piece of shit that thrives off of destruction of others. Steven's met him twice and they're driven to kill each other, but both are in control enough to not do it. Conversations are stiff at best.

Cali - Steven's met his mother once, and she tried to shoot him thinking that he was there to kill her. Has moved on with a husband and three little girls, whom Steven keeps in contact with but at a distance. He sends the girls birthday money and tries to talk to his mother sometimes, but she wants nothing to do with him.

Abbie - a party friend of Steven's who lives with her parents, ended up knocked up at sixteen, and Steven took the fall as the father so she wouldn't get in too much trouble. They both know he's not the kids dad, but he still pays child support and tries to not be that much of a deadbeat. They still party sometimes.

Jude - Steven's "son", has no idea that he isn't. Steven takes him fishing sometimes, gives him pocket money and tries to spoil him despite not actually living with him or talking to him daily. Jude's at the age where he's really embarrassed by his dad, and doesn't want to hang out with him in public.

[thxnews]

Massive $11M Fentanyl Bust at San Ysidro Port

Fentanyl Pills Seized in Cali

Hey there, fellow Californians and friends across the States! Have you heard the latest scoop that's making waves from our very own backyard? It's a story that hits close to home, especially for us living the SoCal lifestyle, where the sun meets the surf, and unfortunately, where drug trafficking attempts are all too common. But this time, the good guys scored big, and I'm here to spill the deets on this colossal discovery.  

CBP officers seized an estimated 561,000 fentanyl pills, with a total weight of 123.6 pounds, and an approximate street value of $11,220,000. Photo by the CBP.   A Sunday Night Like No Other Picture this: It's a calm Sunday evening at the San Ysidro Port of Entry, the kind of night that's perfect for winding down and getting ready for the week ahead. But for the CBP officers and their sharp K-9 pals, it was anything but ordinary. At around 8:20 p.m., a 37-year-old dude in a 2008 sedan rolls up, trying to make his way from Mexico into the U.S. Little did he know, his ride was about to get a whole lot more attention than he bargained for.   The K-9 Hero and the Hidden Haul Enter the real MVP of the night: a CBP K-9 unit. These furry heroes don't just look cute; they've got noses that could probably sniff out a needle in a haystack. And sniff out they did, right by the glove compartment, signaling the officers that something was off. A deeper check into the vehicle revealed a jaw-dropping stash: 100 packages of blue pills cleverly concealed within the dashboard and the front passenger seats. Testing confirmed their suspicions—fentanyl, a drug that's as dangerous as they come, with an estimated street value of a whopping $11,220,000. That's right, folks, over 11 million bucks worth of trouble packed into 561,000 pills.  

The Bigger Picture

This wasn't just any bust; it was part of Operation Apollo, a joint force of federal, state, and local agencies dedicated to kicking fentanyl and other synthetic nasties to the curb. It's a reminder of the ongoing battle against a drug that's been a thorn in the side of communities not just in California, but across the nation.   A Shoutout to the Unsung Heroes Mariza Marin, the Port Director for the San Ysidro POE, couldn't be prouder of her team, and neither could we. Their daily grind, their sharp instincts, and their unwavering dedication are what keep these dangerous substances from hitting our streets. It's a testament to the hard work that goes on behind the scenes, often unnoticed but immensely impactful.  

Engage, Reflect, and Stay Informed

Now, I want to hear from you. How do you feel about this massive bust? Got any experiences or thoughts on the matter you'd like to share? Drop a comment below, and let's get the conversation rolling. And remember, staying informed and engaged is key in the fight against drug trafficking. Let's keep our eyes open and support the hardworking men, women, and four-legged heroes that safeguard our communities.   Sources: THX News & US Customs and Border Protection. Read the full article

[imperium-wealth-management]

Following the same footsteps of last flood,

Kill all white and Caucasian people from all locx minus china.

Kill all whites and Caucasians. They will go down.

Ecuador and Asian and to other species so nothing from their perspective has changed wo recourse so same but worse and kill faster because eventually will get rest of Cali and Oregon wo anyone from 1500 era that has lineages that long.

I've warned you about what they are going to do ruining relationships and breaking my old soul contract so you guys have tons to answer for.

And anyone else who is coming to see me to do this what is the objective to see me to me and then go a separate ways I don't understand why there's such a big deal for everybody I'm not like enjoying this sexual activities right I do enjoy sex but I don't enjoy sexual activities with you if you're chosen or selected I mention your name you're just on the bottom of the barrel and barely floating it's before you're going to die and to connect to other than ages it's not that you're important if I call you right now and Candice can't understand the fact that what I'm doing is the most important thing and she just drives your time and waste your money and not make any connections at all thinking that she's going to be homeless that's probably the most painful thing that I've ever heard in my life right that I don't want to be with you because I don't want to be stuck homeless only you get to suffer on your end and then I get to live this protective lifestyle and I just get to do you know take my time and then break promises and you know do whatever I want to do whenever is convenient for me it's the attitude of a f****** b**** Candice swanepoel

Let's talk about Irene oh I don't know what's going on I have other people I like to point fingers at other people and it's all bleeding out to their old workers I get in trouble if I talk about this I talk about this I get in trouble for that so all your f****** b******* I can't believe after all these years of management and understanding and you have no structural integrity of your own groups and your crew and the platform that you use

Whatever kiss may be of your mental evaluations it's just not cutting the mustard at all for me all your concepts and ideas is about oh I got to look good for who do you got to look good for really interesting conversations

I'm already getting harassed same kind of treatment just coming around trying to act conversationally to get involved in the conversations rolling me all the time making hits all the times using past of all you can grab that cup out of that location so I'm going to hit you for that like the reason is like this so I'm getting tortured regardless so what the f*** are you guys waiting for?

What exactly are you waiting for I don't want to get hurt or I don't want to get lost or I don't want to get bombed I don't want to get this I don't want to get that no one the fact that you won't die you still won't do it there's no willpower that this process should be just like a easy ride for everybody but it's the worst right of your lifetime and you're complaining to me as to why you're feeling hurt and why you're physically in pain and why you keep wasting time all of you guys even know what you're doing with the purposes and what the goal is that's the why you're doing this seems like I'm the only f****** Mike just communicating to everybody and I don't get any kind of f****** feedback or responses or any kind of encouragement whatsoever or he'll take care of it or he'll do this these f****** white trash m************ thinking that someone else is always going to clamp after their f****** s***** ass f****** messes

Always trying to find other people always trying to point fingers at other people never taking the f****** responsibility for your own actions that's the characteristic of a white person sly little hustling right I'll give you but you got to give more that type of f****** n***** mentality of f****** ghetto ass mother f***** crackers they have officially became n***** ghetto f****** crackers

Making dollar out of 15 cent nigger crackers. Try to somebody they're not always lying always profusely f****** trying to get into other people's conversations and trying to be somebody else claiming this as you encounter me and says oh this is what I've been told these two colors you use that smoke pipe so we're going to have to smoke these colors and then all I wrote this by represent this bike with this color and then you're going to have to do these things and then if not they were going to hit you b******* right this is your characteristics of your f****** whiteness that whatever you call yourselves

I'm not welcoming your whiteness I don't believe in your whiteness I don't believe you should exist at all so that's my personal opinion and many people agree your waste of a time waste of a space waste of a body that should be doing something else more than what you're doing right now

So don't get it twisted okay all you females out there thinking that it's going to be f****** creampie rest of your f****** life get a f****** straight it's going to be your worst I'm only challenging you because you want to be challenged you say you want to reach the heightened levels of where these things go or here I am presenting to you what these things are maybe you're not ready if you're not ready maybe you should be seeking to learn rather than being giving your lip service as to why you're failing at every turn

You should really understand as to why you made these problems because only problems that I thought was your epiphanies of crucifying somebody else it's the first whiteness that you did and I said I'm so sick and tired of you your kind of your explanations of your same tactics every f****** day I don't deserve any of this based on what you had money you had prestige you had job but you cry you created all these false pretenses and criminal activities not someone has to come clean it up and then make you be the hero out of it you f****** piece of s*** white f****

[therunawaystudent]

I’m a Teenage Fugitive (private)

It’s 8:36pm in Van Nuys California, and two teenage boys are bored. God knows nothing good can come from that in the first place, but when Hawk pulls the little  bottle from his backpack, Miguel is hesitant.

“Oh no, no no no…” He shakes his head, half serious and just the tiniest bit amused.

“C’mon, you've been incommunicado for the past month, enjoy yourself a little, man. I didn't snag this so we could look at it.”

“You stole this?”

The blue haired boy gives his best innocent voice. “No steal, it just fell into my lap while I was raiding my father's cabinet. He doesn't drink much so he'll never notice...besides, we need it more than he does.”

“I can't believe I'm doing this. Nothing good happens when I drink, you know that right?”

“So, be… not good. You're always worried about something, man. Just relax, enjoy yourself for once, you know? Don't worry.”

“You trying to peer pressure me?” Miguel is already taking it from him.

“Is it working?” Hawk watches as his friend grimaces at the taste, but it doesn't stop him from taking a second sip.

Miguel chokes it down and passes it back, the two of them taking turns until Miguel feels a warmness in his throat and in his stomach.

“Ugh god, this tastes like rubbing alcohol, vomit and pine needles. What is this?”

“A wonderful and magical concoction of the juniper berry variety.”

“You're feeding me gin. Ugh boy, alright.”  

Passing the mickey back and forth, the two sit in the street of a darkened alleyway, just far enough from the people that they can hear chatting little ways away. They drink until Miguel takes the initiative to gulp the last mouthful, and proceeds to throw the empty bottle in the air and down the road, where he can hear it shatter on the ground.

“Gravity.” He smiles, satisfied. “So, what do we do now?”

“No idea.”

“I've got an idea.”

Reaching into his pocket, Miguel pulls out an M-80. A waxy little red thing, its long, green fuse a temptation to them both.

He smiles knowingly as Hawk’s eyes get wide in awe. “Eh?”

“Where did you get that?”

Miguel shrugs. “You have your stash, I have mine. They've got these little markets in Arizona that sell all kinds’a shit. The ones I got are from the 60’s or something, supposed to have more boom."

Hawk looks excited. Miguel suddenly looks distracted.

"While I was in there some dude kept talking to me about skinwalkers, freaked me out a little.”

“Skin-what?”

“Skinwalkers. They're a legend around there and the guy working the shop wouldn't shut up about it cause I was walking around at night. However, a small price to pay for such an opportunity for fun.”

Hawk shakes his head this time. “I don't think we can do that right here man, someone's gonna call in a terrorism threat.”

Miguel laughs off that comment, clearly he's never seen one blow up. “It's an M-80 not a pipe bomb. It's like a firework. But you're right, we should do something fun with it.”

Getting up off the road, he looks around at the streets, the little explosive safely in his jacket pocket, Miguel handling it the whole time they walk. He sways a little on his feet while they walk down the roads in search of something worthwhile, but Hawk is steady and collected despite the alcohol. He always did have better motor control, drunk or sober it seemed.

> CUT TO: The corner of Victory and Sepulveda, a little car dealership and a darkened parking lot.

“Here, let's do it here!”

“Why here?”

Hawk points to the window, someone milling about, a woman judging from the silhouette.

“It'll just scare someone. Nobody will get hurt either, there's nobody here except us and that chick in there.”

“And what if she sees us?”

“It's too dark for that. We can just put it by the window or something, it'll scare the shit out of her, we'll laugh, and then we'll go home. Mission accomplished.”

Hawk is already lighting it even before Miguel can get another response out, although he quickly starts panicking when he sees the bushes near the window, thinking it'll somehow cause a fire.

“No, wait!”

Grabbing the sparking explosive, he runs to what looks like the nearest, safest deposit.

A mailbox, outside the dealership doors.

“What the hell are you–”

A boom, and the delicate-looking mailbox puffs out its sides like a cartoon burp.

Hawk looks horrified. Everything is torched inside clearly, and whatever was inside better not have been important.

“Miguel what the hell was that!”

“You can't light these things near trees, they'll catch on fire! It hasn't rained in a few weeks, shits all dry!”

“This is a dealership! We're in a parking lot!”

“There's trees over by that long window!”

There's a sound of a door closing and the woman, no longer inside anymore, is quickly making her way over to the commotion.

Hawk panics, whispering frantically and tugging his friends arm. “Shit! Let’s go  come on, we gotta go!”

In their haste and drunken state, it's a miracle only Miguel manages to fall flat on his face, arms not getting the message that his body needed to brace for impact.

Miguel falls, nose connecting with the concrete and cracking audibly, a front tooth, chipped halfway off now, is in his mouth on the middle of his tongue. He gags, too much blood in his throat suddenly, and Hawk pulls him up to his feet as he they run in hopes that Miguel’s blood can't somehow land them in a holding cell.

Once they stop, Hawk looks at his friend and cringes a little. His breathing was laboured and adding to the obscenity was the blood running from his nose down his white T-shirt and jeans jacket, looking nothing short of macabre in the yellow wash of street lights.

“Jesus Christ, I think you broke something.”

Miguel wheezes, trying not to swallow too much blood.

“Ah caht go home likeis… loohkit me.”

“It's probably just a broken nose, just gotta layover for a night maybe so your mom doesn't worry… Oh god, you’re bleeding bad, man.” Hawk is almost gagging himself, certainly not good with any kind of graphic display of blood, certainly not while it’s practically pouring from his friend’s broken nose. 

Miguel is already thinking past his mother though, mind in a panic about the cops, the FBI, ICE, anything that would undoubtedly be all over his ass once this got out.

Isn’t blowing up a mailbox like, a huge deal here? Federal property and all? Or something like that... right?

He was in trouble, big trouble.

This wasn't ‘little trouble’ anymore or stupid shit that he and Robby could fix just by asking someone, this was something big; he'd crossed a line via his own stupidity and now he was completely fucked.

He needed to leave, like right now. Leave and hide.

(Feel free to comment OOC, but not as an in character response to this thread)

[geekynerfherder]

Showcasing art from some of my favourite artists in the field of visual arts, including vintage; pulp; pop culture; books and comics; concert posters; fantastical and imaginative realism; classical; contemporary; new contemporary; pop surrealism; conceptual and illustration.

The art of Jon Sanchez.

[chirpsythismorning]

The Duffer Brothers Didn’t Forget Will’s Birthday + the Hints Everyone Missed Hiding in Plain Sight:

I encourage you to also check out this post I did a while back. It goes into some other evidence that debunks this whole fiasco even further.

The most obvious hint that was hidden in season 4 itself, is the last scene from this clip, aka the Duffer Brothers acknowledgement of Dustin’s birthday, down to the month, day, and hour.

The timeline for 4x06, which is when the Cali gang arrives at Suzie’s, is March 25th, 1986.

Dustin’s birthday, is May 29th, 1971.

Which means that Suzie’s comment about Dustin’s birthday being: 2 months, 3 days and 5 hrs away was... spot on (we don’t know what time Dustin was born, and so that’s why it varies slightly off between days and hours here).

This means the Duffers went out of their way to look on their Character Birthday/Important Dates Calendar (which 100% exists, like be serious this is the Duffer Brothers for gods sake), and did the math to calculate exactly how long it would be until Dustin’s birthday according to the present timeline they were in, just so they could throw in this line.

And you expect me to believe they forgot Will's birthday????

Why else do you think they had Mike trail off into thought trying to remember, with Will right behind him, only for Suzie to interrupt, giving an exact countdown before Mike could give it much thought?

I’m also convinced Eden barging in at the last second was meant to ironically symbolize the Duffers themselves ‘barging in’ to stop the conversation from going any further, before Suzie caused Mike, or worse, the audience, to figure things out before the events of s5.

It’s important to note that Dustin’s birthday wasn’t even mentioned in the show ever. It was only mentioned in promotion over the years, separate from canon. Which is a serious contrast to Will, who is one of the only characters to have their birthday mentioned on the show, in canon!

So why, go through all this trouble of tracking down Dustin's birthday, a birthday that's never been mentioned in the show, if they're apparently not paying attention to that sort of thing?

What makes this even more interesting, is that if they are actually fully aware of their character’s birthdays, then they know Mike’s birthday is April 7th… which means if s5 picks up roughly where s4 left off (March 29th), then Mike’s birthday is just around the corner…

Idk... It's all just a little too perfect to be a coincidence.

BTW For anyone that's interested, I'm going to keep editing this to add more theories other fans have made that support this. So if you want to know all there is to know currently, make sure to circle back to this original post and they'll be here below:

A BIG one

reblog, reblog

Another one, another one, another one, another one

People who sort of predicted this already and deserve credit where credit is due: here, here, here

(If there are more that you think I should add, please let me know!)

Updated 9 Sept

[pathogenic]

Basically both Cali and Finlay got different assignments so they have to work separately for once, but Cali did pull Finlay aside after the meeting to basically tell them that hey, if you're in any trouble, they just need to call Cali and he'll come running.

They have a very serious vampire hunter problem and Cali is frankly very scared about dying, but he's also scared of Finlay, Frankie, and Callum dying too, which is almost unthinkable for the man who's original theme song was Selfish Man by Flogging Molly.

Cali looks out for Cali and tries to put himself ahead, but he has to come to terms with the fact that dammit he really does care for these folks and he would be more than a little lost if any of them died. But especially Finlay. Which is deeply scary to Cali because while he cares a lot for Frankie and Callum, this is different and he hasn't felt that way for ANYONE before and he doesn't know how to handle it.

So he offers to help if Finlay gets in trouble and has to trust that they will keep that word.

Likewise, Finlay told Cali to keep them posted with his task and to call if there is trouble, which does help ease Cali into think Finlay will lean on him if need be. Works out because Cali feels he needs to redeem himself after choking hard in a big fight. He's got folks to impress and to show up. He can't be weak now, dammit!!!

Back on my vampire bullshit, specifically with regards to Cali

[fanatics4l]

the way billy would've fit in with any of the groups in s4. yes i am going to speak about this. (this got long)

cali group: billy in his natural habitat would've been absolutely amazing. the trio smoking weed together?? billy being extra dramatic and sassy when he's high. if they're high enough, those boys will commit minor felonies together! argyle always supports his boys when they're screaming about their broken love lives (jonathan crying about nancy and billy being a sad little gay). billy would be screaming so dramatically while hauling that dead dude into the van and then complaining about how his clothes got all bloody the next second. he'd be cheering argyle on as he drives while the others all scream in terror in the back, trying to stop the bleeding. billy would adore the shit out of will, another gay. they'd bond over how shitty boys are and how they have no options but at least in cali, there are more willing boys. billy would always tell will to forget about mike and jonathan would agree very loudly. billy definitely would've absolutely non stop GLARED at mike after will confessed and mike didn't catch the hint. him and el would've been amazing together because they can bond over their abusive dads and pretty moms. el and will go to billy (the cooler big brother, sorry jon) to rant about mike. billy would terrorize the shit out of angela and her stupid friends for even thinking of messing with el.

hawkins gang: no offence but the hawkins older teens gang are all the same people in different fonts. sure nancy and robin were badasses that one episode but they're good girls at heart. steve is also a good guy at heart. so is eddie but in a drug dealing dork way. billy would've been a great addition with his loud personality and being a takes-no-bullshit kind of guy. he would insult each of them (him and robin roast each other) but be a lot of help. physically, he's probably the strongest and he'd be great at thinking up quick escape plans.

robin and billy would've been an unstoppable queer duo who are also potty mouths and anxious kids with obvious tells (shaking and stuttering). nancy and billy would've constantly been at each other's throats and it would've been great comedy. billy definitely got in the way of steve and nancy flirting because gross. eddie and billy would've easily bonded about their similar taste in music. if he saw eddie perform metallica on the roof, that boy's clothes would've flew off so fast and he'd start twirling his hair all giggly. we could've finally seen more of steve and billy's homosexual flirting and fighting. they would be reluctant friends and billy would have so much trouble trying not to flirt with steve. robin would cough really loud when billy stares at steve all lovey dovey. harringrove would've been amazing in s4

hawkins gang (younger teens): billy and lucas would've become besties on the court. we could've seen him apologize to lucas and then offer to teach him basketball so he isn't always on the bench every game. billy always hypes lucas up when he is in a game. he takes him and max out for shakes after practice, and max starts to hate the fact that her boyfriend and her brother are friends. lucas definitely grows taller than billy and he has the absolute best time of his life making fun of billy, who threatens to stop giving lucas rides everywhere.

let's say vecna still targets max: billy would 100% stay with max and lucas at creel's house because no way in hell is he leaving his sister behind with a literal demon that could kill her. when jason arrives, he fights him instead of lucas so max survives. plus we know that max and billy's relationship was getting a lot better between end of s2 and start of s3 so if billy survived, those two would literally be evil chaotic siblings who torment everyone around them with a smile. lucas is very scared. erica would love billy because they're both sassy and take no bullshit from the people around them. billy would tease lucas whenever erica yells at him. dustin would probably reluctantly accept billy as part of the gang because everyone else accepts him.

russia gang: hopper, joyce, and murray (billy's a weird kid and murray likes weird) would immediately adopt billy. in this au, billy is probably with hopper in russia and then joyce and murray find them. hopper is the absolute sweetest with billy and he's very gentle with him because he sees how terrified billy is. he also misses his kid so he takes another one in. he explains to billy what the upside down is and what happened to him. they share a cell so when billy has nightmares about the mind flayer, hopper is always there for him. when he has nightmares about his dad, hopper hugs billy close and lets the poor boy cry. he sees red when billy tells him how his dad treats him all the time and swears to never let him go back to that man ever again. billy starts seeing hopper as his dad.

billy helps out in all of hopper's escape plans. when the russians make them line up in front of the demogorgan, billy starts hyperventilating but hopper and enzo reassure him that they'll be okay. they're like his overprotective dads because wtf why is a literal child here in this high tech russian prison. when joyce and murray show up, joyce is all motherly with him and she immediately starts bundling him up in layers. she doesn't let him do any fighting. she makes him stick with her and when he argues that he can help, the other adults also agree that he needs to rest. if billy was in this gang in s4, he could've also healed as a person and become better because now he knows what love is. like hopper and joyce tell him all the time, love doesn't hurt his body or his feelings. billy ends up getting adopted by hopper and joyce and murray is like his crazy uncle.

the duffers were too much of cowards to do this!!!! billy would've been unstoppable