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CALL ME WHAT YOU WANT 𓆩♡𓆪

(Book #1 of the Hellfire Gentlemen's Club series)

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

𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐀𝐔 18+ MDNI

Chapter 015: Eddie, Do You Copy?

Learning about, understanding, and loving all parts of Eddie.

* = somewhat smut

** = smut

↳ chapters: 001, 002*, 003** , 004**, 005 , 006 , 007* , 008**, 009, 010, 011, 012* , 013**, 014**, 015, 016**, 017, 018, 019, 020*

word count: 5.8k words

disclaimers — fluff, grief, flight of icarus easter eggs bc of eddie’s mom, ANGST, talks of childhood abuse/negligence/foster care, implied domestic violence, homicide, cancer, mentions of suicide, mentions of underaged drinking/drug use if you squint, lil modern-nostaglia moment btwn eddie and the boys (as a treat ✨), erica and wayne cameo yayyy

author's note: eddie is so boyfriend in this chapter 🫠 happy holidays, you filthy animals ♥️

“I put the record on, wait till I hear our song. Every night I’m dancing with your ghost.”

♡

Your eyes accommodate the first beacon of light as thirst creeps its way into your system.

6:38 AM.

Quietly chucking the covers off, you find yourself hobbling over Eddie in attempts to get to the kitchen. You can only hope that it doesn’t wake him.

Eddie responds with a low grumble. Followed by some mumbling and flailing. And then you watch as he shifts around, doing his best to return to the state of comfort he was in before his sleep was interrupted.

But if he’s anything like you — which you know for a fact he is — his cranky self is most likely awake by now and just pretending to be unconscious to avoid early morning conversation.

To put it to the test, you press a soft kiss onto Eddie’s forehead. He smiles.

You smile to yourself. Called it.

When you get to the kitchen, you seek out Eddie’s Garfield mug for your reservoir of choice. And as it fills with water, the bedroom adjacent from his captures your attention.

Steve’s door is open. A huge indicator that he’s still not home.

Judging by the energy levels of everyone last night, you assume it’s because they were still out partying. And for Steve’s sake, a part of you hopes it’s also because he went home with somebody.

Once you’ve got your water, you sneak back into Eddie’s room, using the newfound, natural light to really study it.

You would’ve thought it was an extension of Steve’s room, not Eddie’s. Everything’s a posh navy blue, something Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead in if he had been anywhere else.

But the corner of his room is more like him, decorated with vinyls and a Crosley just like your sister’s. There were records of his favorite metal bands: Sabbath and Maiden. Anthrax, Metallica, and Judas Priest. And the unsuspecting like Elvis, The Doors, and Pink Floyd. Even country — both old and new, Johnny Cash and Chris Young — followed by a wide selection of Chicago blues and bluegrass.

The rest of his personality could be found on the bulletin board sitting on his desk.

Hand soap, dryer sheets, FUCKING DO PAYROLL

Eddie’s to-do list. You let out a soft chuckle.

Familiar faces canvas the board. There’s photos of Eddie, Jeff, Gareth, and Grant. A picture of him with his uncle — Young Eddie with his hair buzzed and Uncle Wayne’s a subtle gray, most likely Eddie’s doing.

There’s a photo of Steve and Eddie at a Colt’s game. Eddie and Dustin. And Eddie with Will at what looked to be a D&D convention of sorts.

But one photo catches your eye the most.

‘MOMMY & ME: LIZ + EDDIE , 1994’

His mom’s name was Liz. You graze the picture of Liz holding a baby Eddie in her arms. On her face was a dimpled smile like no other, the love-filled look in her eyes having been shielded by her thick wavy brown hair.

But you didn’t need to see her eyes to know how much she loved Eddie. You see it in how she’s holding him, gently pressed to her chest while she supports his neck, his beady brown eyes staring at her with the same amount of adoration.

It all reminds you of Mom. You’re almost certain there’s a picture of you two like that, but it’s back home with Billy… evidently a forbidden turf to trek.

At least there’s still the memory of it. But like the bond with your twin, it’s also growing to be distant.

Your eyes and tears trickle down to another picture of her on Eddie’s bulletin board.

It’s of Toddler Eddie now with Liz in what looks like a kitchen. He’s standing on her feet and, judging by the motion of the picture, is dancing along to a song that was probably playing on the stereo. Behind the two of them sat piles and piles of CDs, all of which were all of the blues.

“She was pretty, wasn’t she?”

Eddie is behind you now. He smiles at you with a dreamy gaze, beaming at the mere fact that the two women who made him happiest could be visually processed in the same frame.

You gulp.

“Really, really pretty,” you insist. “You have her smile. A-and her hair.”

"Yeah, I look a lot like her," Eddie chuckles with a hint of pride. He grazes the photos of her in the same way you did. "She’s influenced me a lot growing up. Bet that's why my sperm donor can't stand me."

You carefully dissect his choice of words. There’s a lot of resent for Alan Munson on Eddie’s part. You don’t blame him, if what Billy discovered had been true. It’s the same reason you and him resent Dad.

Eddie fixates on the expression on your face. He knows why this is so moving for you.

“It never gets easier, does it?” he questions, hinting at your own ongoing struggle with grief.

You cross your arms and shake your head. Softly you mutter, “Never.”

You feel stupid. Eddie’s doing his best to navigate his own baggage, yet you still found a way to make it about yourself.

He pulls you close and wraps his arms tenderly around your waist. Eddie doesn’t have to say it to reassure you that your burdens are safe in his presence. You can just feel it. Two traumatized individuals understand each other in a way others can’t.

“Time just keeps going,” you speak again. “Everyone moves on and you’re kinda just…stuck in place.”

“World just keeps going. Grief doesn’t care about your plans when it blindsides you, taking you for everything you’ve got.”

You swallow hard as Eddie’s words sink into you.

Tragedy just feels so non-consensual. No one ever asks for it to happen.

You and Billy can’t even go surfing without thinking about Mom. Whenever you try you both always end up fighting. That’s why Max tends to go alone or with her own friends.

“I have to stay away from a whole genre of music because I’ll burst into tears,” you scoff in agony. “Billy and I can’t even listen to Iration without thinking of our mom.”

“Can’t listen to Muddy Waters without thinking of mine.”

You and Eddie sway in place to the tandem of your beating hearts. It’s a breath of fresh air knowing you have each other now.

After a while, he ruffles your hair and spins you around so that you can face him.

"But enough about that," Eddie attempts a smile. He rubs your shoulders and you hum in awe. "This is supposed to be a happy time."

"Happiness and despair can coexist," you sniff. “Duality, remember?”

Eddie smiles. It's a you're right kind of smile. "I was yesterday years old when I learned that."

He kisses your forehead and soon you two are in the shower, rinsing up and mentally preparing for the long day of errands ahead.

You’re the first to hop out and get dressed, eager to devour a bowl of oatmeal before tackling the day.

"Hey… babe?" Eddie calls out to you from his closet.

The pet name almost sounds too natural rolling off his tongue. But then again he is the owner of a strip club, and was married for a few years before meeting you.

“Yeah?” you call back, heart skipping a beat.

“Can you make me a coffee while you’re out there?” he requests. “The usual black drip coffee with some hazelnut? Please and thank you.”

“Of course, hun.”

You can get used to this.

So you make your way back out into the living room and kitchen shortly after, practically skipping. But the person you see in the kitchen — with tired eyes and a bowl of his own oatmeal in hand — stops you in your tracks.

"Morning, Hargrove," Steve responds.

You're so dumb. You've gotta start realizing that when you sleep with one of them, the other may pop in at any minute. After all, it’s their townhouse.

As frozen in place as you are, you do your best to shoot Steve a shy little wave. Again, the look on his face indecipherable.

"Morning..." you pathetically respond.

Steve eventually grants you a wave back. He pokes around at his oatmeal while you make your way over to the fridge, your cheeks flushing a timid red as you do so.

You move in a way that seems like you were way too conscious of your actions. Even Steve notices. But he keeps trying to eat, his spoon clinking against his bowl as he intermittently clears his throat, all an attempt to fill the void of silence.

"Did you have a fun night?" you question. "You know... bar-hopping."

"Yeah, I did," he replies. "Argyle had to get cut off cuz he was being real extra with it."

"Oh geez."

"I know."

“How was Max?”

“She was fine,” Steve shrugs. “The bars use the same 21+ wristbands Hellfire does so we were able to sneak her in no problem. Chrissy made sure she got home safe. The girls were just stoked they finally got to have a carefree night.”

“That’s so good,” you breathe a sigh of relief. “I’m so happy for them.”

“Yeah,” he nods in agreement. “I’m really happy for them too. Seems like they needed it.”

Finally, your friend decides to address the elephant in the room.

"We uhh..." he begins. "We should probably end what we have going on here. Just so no one gets hurt."

“I think that’s a smart idea too,” you mumble as you nod.

You make your way over to Steve, stunned that he doesn’t shy away from you when you invade his personal space. Instead he leans into you, opening up his lap so you can maneuver between his legs.

You know, like how friends usually talk.

“It was fun while it lasted…”

"I know. I just feel so bad..." you choke, rubbing his arm softly. "I’ve wasted your time."

"I wouldn't say that," Steve refuses, shaking his head rapidly. He touches you back, running his hand across your arm. "I've thoroughly enjoyed your company."

Eventually his hand intertwines with yours.

There’s a heaviness in the room and something tells you that Eddie is near, looming at the foot of his room so that your business with Steve remains uninterrupted. He knows there’s some dust that still needs to settle. And he will linger until it does.

"You helped me get out of a really dark place," Steve admits. "And Eds too, I'm sure."

You look back towards Eddie's room.

“It wasn’t my intention to fall for him,” you say. “It just…happened. The connection, i-it’s...”

“I know…” Steve soothes you. “Been pickin’ up on that for a while. If you think I’m blaming you, I’m not.”

Steve urges you to meet his gaze again. And when a teardrop falls from your eye, he uses his thumb to wipe it away. Tells you to stop, before he too starts crying.

"This is... a huge step for him," Steve manages a grin. “I don’t think you realize, Shy Girl.”

"Yeah, I bet," you nod. "After Isabelle..."

"Yeah, Isabelle and everything else that dude's got going on," he confirms. "This is really good for Eddie. I can tell. It’s why I think it’s best that we part ways.”

Steve eventually does cry too, but it’s a rather suppressed one. The both of you take turns wiping each other’s tears, embracing the presence of each other for just a short while longer before needing to distance yourselves indefinitely.

You’re never going to forget Steve Harrington. His charm. His integrity. His everlasting devotion to the ones he loves most, and how he’d — time and time again — go to the ends of the earth for them. A noble soul in the highest regard. A true king.

“Thank you for being so kind,” you say to him. “You made my first week in Indiana a lot less intimidating. I hope you’ll still be around.”

“Of course I’ll still be around,” Steve chuckles. “Look at our friend group. Look at where I live.”

You share a laugh with him again.

“Ain’t no getting rid of me that easy, Hargrove.”

“I can sure try though, right?”

“Now why would you do that?” he banters sarcastically, chuckling into you.

He kisses your cheek softly one last time. Finally, Eddie’s door swings open, prompting you and Steve to asunder from one another.

“RISE AND FUCKING SHINE!” Eddie announces his entrance. “Both my soul and thine.”

You get out of Eddie’s way so he can go over and hug Steve good morning. Eddie then breaks the hug with a peck on the cheek and rough slap to Steve’s ass. Steve winces but you can tell he enjoys it.

“Mwah!” Eddie cheers. “Love you, babyboy. What you got going on today?”

“Oh, just gonna work on the online biz for a bit,” Steve mumbles as he ushers his hands through some paper. “Then ’m gonna start recruiting peeps for my other new job.”

“I forgot you dropship now,” Eddie says. “How’s that going?”

“Really fucking good,” Steve smiles. “I shouldn’t count on it too much though. It’s why I also have Newby’s. Speaking of which…”

Steve hands you a flyer. You take it from his hands.

NEWBY’S COFFEE ROASTERS: Even Superheroes Need Coffee!

Steve explains to you that a new coffee shop is taking over Family Video’s old suite. The owner grows his own coffee beans and all syrups are organically made from Hawkins locals. And since they’re a Mom and Pop shop, they were really going to need some help.

“If Maxine is still looking for a job, she’s more than welcome to apply,” Steve says. “We’re gonna need baristas. And we’ll be coworkers so whenever she’s on, I can drive her to work.”

“That sounds like an awesome gig for her!” Eddie pitches in. “Free coffee for employees too, I’m guessing.”

Steve nods at Eddie’s remark.

“That’d be amazing,” you blush. “Thank you, Stevie.”

“Thank you, Stevie,” Eddie parrots you. You elbow him playfully.

“Yeah, anything for you guys. I’ll put in a good word for her to Bob. He’s the owner. Great guy.”

“And what about this owner, huh?” Eddie chimes in. “Hope you can pull some strings and snag me some of those magic beans as well. I’m gonna need it. I also don’t mind paying full price cuz it’s goin’ to Newbs.”

“T’yeah with your job? You can have all the beans you want.”

“Mm, speaking of which,” Eddie scoffs as he stares at the time on his Apple Watch. “It’s almost time.”

Steve imitates Eddie’s gesture. Your eyes dart between the two of them, confused about the context of the whole ordeal.

“What are you guys-” you begin.

“Ah, buh-buh!” Steve stops you. “Wait for it…”

You look at the time on your phone to feel some sort of involvement as well.

7:59 —> 8:00

Eddie’s phone rings.

"An everyday thing," Steve tsks, shaking his head, resuming his breakfast as he does so.

"First problem of the day," Eddie looks at you. "It’s always something with Hellfire. From the moment the day begins...Yello?"

It’s Lucas. Sinclair never really calls unless it’s a dire situation, so you listen closely, doing your best to make out what he’s saying on the other line.

"I can't come in tonight,” is what it sounds like.

"Uh, why the fuck not?" your man demands. He places a sassy hand on his hip. "We need you for front of the house."

"Erica's sick and my car is in the shop."

"I'll pay for your Uber, you're coming in."

"I think it's covid. I don't wanna spread it to anyone if l've been exposed."

"It's not fucking covid, you guys have been jabbed more times than I can count for school."

The two continue to bicker back and forth like they’re brothers. Steve excuses himself from the narrative, going over to the kitchen sink to wash the dishes.

You watch Eddie as he lights up a pre-roll, taking a frustrated drag from it while he listens to Lucas’s, probably bullshit, excuse.

Eventually there’s a scuffle on the other line. Something something, “GIMME THE DAMN PHONE” followed by a “NO” followed by a “PHONE. NOW”. Eddie’s drags from his blunt grow increasingly slower.

Then another person speaks. The voice belongs to a girl. She sounds slightly younger than Lucas. And she sounds sick. And angry.

"Listen here, Ed-NERD Alan Munson," the girl hisses sassily. " I KNOW I did not just hear you tell my brother that he is coming in even when HE TOLD YOU why he can't. It's giving desperate. It's giving exploitation of your employees. If you want my brother to come in for a half shift at your stupid gentlemen's club then you best pull up to our residence, YOURSELF, with them spicy chicken wings level Creeping. Death. My tongue? It needs to be on FIRE. My eyes? They need to be burning from the temperature and sauce. My sinuses? BOYYY, you better be-LIEVE they oughta be SO CLEAR, I could cough up a loogie, SPIT IT OUT THE WINDOW, and have it smack you RIGHT UPSIDE THE HEAD SO HARD you won’t even THINK about forcing my brother to do something he isn’t comfortable doing again. Keep trying me, motherfucker. THE FUCK WRONG WITCHU."

Steve is flabbergasted. Eddie's mouth is wide open. You would’ve thought Lucas’s sister was on speakerphone but she wasn’t.

You're scared of Erica Sinclair. And so is Eddie, the way his eyes widen at her spiel. If Lucas's sister ever got into a heated argument with Billy, Billy would go home crying.

“And some sweet potato fries," she adds softly. "Please. Do we have a deal?"

"At your service," Eddie deals her a salute through the phone, even though she can't see it. "Anything Applejack wants, she gets. I'll be over after my Meijer run."

"As you should, sir."

Eddie turns to you after he hangs up the phone. "Don't ever own a business."

——————— 🛒—————

“WE GROW UP AND MOVE AWAY... The seasons pass, but the monsters stay.”

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

Hellfire is Eddie’s baby. The man lives and breathes that strip club.

As much as you’ve already harbored that suspicion, you didn’t realize his work-life balance was practically non-existent. Running errands. Frequent call-outs. Always having to prepare for the unexpected. But that’s the price one pays for owning a business. It also only seems to get harder and harder when you’re a handsome business man like Eddie, someone with the drawing power like that of a 13,000 gauss magnet.

“Mike to Munson, do you copy?”

You and Eddie have hit the road now, ready to start your errands run before your shift begins. As Eddie drives, he has you hold his phone up for him while he speaks to the boys in their group FaceTime call.

“Copy,” Eddie responds. “Thank you for covering ground, dear Paladin. It is because of you we are no longer… short staffed.”

God, they’re such dorks. You’d cringe if Eddie didn’t have the sex appeal of a Roman god.

“It’s the least I can do,” Mike insists. “Taking inventory as we speak. We need more ground chili and pop cans. Cola and Fanta, please. When you go to Meijer.”

“Done deal,” Eds nods. “Who’s doing side quests?”

“Me!” Will chimes in. “Doing silverware, stainless steel, and just helping Jonathan open up the bar.”

“Thank you, Byers-squared.”

“And I’ll sweep and do windows,” Dustin adds. “We’ll figure out the front house situation as it unfolds. Gonna be a little late. Getting gas.”

Eddie places a firm palm over your hand. He smiles at you when you look over.

“Running errands with Shy Girl, we’ll see you soon.”

“Pulling in now. Over.”

“Us too. Over.”

“Over and out, boys.”

————- 🚐———-

After your Meijer run, you and Eddie stop by CVS for Wayne’s medications and the ‘morning after’ pill. And shortly after that, you two haul ass to the other side of town to scoop up Nina.

Eddie gives the young dancer a ride to work almost every day. He also smokes her out before the shift, evident by her waltzing in stoned out of her mind all the time. It brings you peace knowing the whole story now, and that there truly is nothing more to it than that.

“Your boyfriend really needs a new car,” Eddie huffs to Nina as she climbs into the backseat. “Been telling him that shit’s on it’s last good tire.”

Figuratively and literally. The 90s Buick that you caught sight of shortly before Nina shuffled in can only be described as a lost cause. Nina knows it too, the way she scowls at the thing.

She tsks as she clicks her seatbelt in place.

“Duh, Eds. What do you think I’m saving up for?”

Eddie holds up an eighth.

“I can think of a few things,” he chuckles. “I take it you’re a fan of all things eco mode.”

“Hey, it’s 2022, of course we’re going green.”

Eddie grins. “I like how you think, sweetheart.”

Nina looks over to see who’s in the front seat. Her eyes glimmer when she realizes it’s you.

“Oh, hey Shy Girl!” she cheers.

You smile at her contently. Securely.

“Hey, Neens.”

Eddie starts up his van once again.

“Alright everyone,” he says as he shifts gears. “Hold onto something. We’re on a tight schedule so expect some Eddie Stops.”

“Not this again,” Nina mutters.

“Oh boy…” you add.

SKRRRT!

———— 🏠 ————

After dropping both Nina and the groceries off at Hellfire, you and Eddie set out to Forest Hills Trailer Park to visit his infamous Uncle Wayne.

“Wayne’s the man,” Eddie boasts as he drives on. “Taught me how to fish. Somehow taught me how to drive. Automatic and stick.”

He laughs at that one.

“Even took me out of the foster care system when I was 16. I lived in his old room for years while he took the pull-out couch in the living room.”

“Foster care?” you echo as he nods. “He was tired of you jumping from home to home?”

“Nah, I just kept running away,” Eddie cackles. “If a kid was ever in the police station for something, nine times out of 10 it was probably me. I was stressing way too many people out, Uncs probably felt bad for them.”

“But he also loves you, I bet,” you grin. “You’re his nephew, Eddie.”

Eddie smiles too. “Yeah, somethin’ like that.”

Eddie pulls into an empty dirt road just yards from the estate. You two climb out of the van together, slamming the doors in unison.

Eddie leads you up the stairs by the hand, then uses his other one to wave at old neighbors close by.

“Hey y’all! How ya doin’?” he exclaims. He lowers his voice when he speaks to you. “Those are the Johnsons. Their sons were frequent customers of mine in high school.”

Your eyes widen in shock. Eddie waves to another pair of neighbors.

“And those are the Jacobsons. I bought their sons alcohol their senior year for homecoming. Buncha lightweights though. Wouldn’t recommend.”

“Well aren’t you a hero,” you jest.

“Hey, someone’s gotta pay the bills,” Eddie shrugs, half-jokingly. “You would think 40 years at The Plant gave you a decent insurance plan but that wasn’t the case. Had to help Wayne out for a fat minute. Still do every now and then.”

Eddie shifts closer to the door and gives it a couple knocks. He leans his head towards the doorframe, placing his lips just inches away from the chipped, painted wood.

“Wayne Munson,” Eddie bellows in his playful, deep voice. “It’s your friendly neighborhood pharmacist here. I’ve come with your percs, your piss pill, and your Motrin.”

Percocet and Motrin.

Two very strong pain killers. Hearing those names send chills down your spine. Those are the same meds Mom overdosed on when Billy found her.

But given Wayne’s circumstances, it’s not too much of a concern. According to what Eddie has told you, his uncle had just retired and is very frail. Heavy machinery and long hours can do that to someone. Just constant, chronic pain.

The door swings open and you hear Eddie greet Wayne like a grateful man would greet his dad. “Hey, Old Man! How are you?”

“Hello, there my boy. Agh, watch it. ‘s hurtin’ again.”

It didn't seem like anyone was at the door when you look over. But that was because you were looking about two feet too high.

Your eyes travel to the level at which Eddie bends down and there you see Uncle Wayne, having wheeled himself to the door to greet Eddie with a warm hug.

Oh this goes deeper than you thought.

A nose cannula. Yellow grippy socks. The wheelchair that housed his thin, fragile body. The navy blue Pacers beanie that concealed the fact that the man had very little hair.

Wayne’s face was extremely chiseled in, deeming him malnourished and underweight. The bags under his eyes that drooped heavily against his sockets took up a good portion of his face — nearly half.

You look at the place behind him. His trailer had lots of rails installed, Ensure protein shakes for adequate nutrition, and the pull out couch was set up to look like a bedroom, with a collapsible dresser right beside it that was nearly lost in a sea of orange medicine bottles.

The realization nearly knocks the wind out of you.

Wayne is sick. He almost looks terminal.

It feels like the ground had opened up and swallowed you whole. Your knees feel wobbly like gelatin, but Eddie is too busy reuniting with his father figure to notice. When he turns back around, he pulls you into him, with the biggest smile on his face.

“There’s uh, someone I want you to meet,” Eddie says to Wayne, his cheeks now a deep shade of pink. “This is Shy Girl.”

“Shy Girl,” Wayne smiles the same bright smile that Eddie has. “So you’re the THEE Shy Girl that my Eddie’s been rambling to me about. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, sweetheart.”

You meet Wayne where he’s at, shaking his cold hand at eye level and giving him the warmest smile you can.

“It’s nice to meet you as well, Mr. Munson.”

“Mr. Munson,” Wayne smirks cheekily. There’s a hint of who he used to be when he does that. He was most likely a firecracker just like Eddie, evident by how the two start poking at each other in a teasing manner. “Didn’t realize we were at a business meeting. In that case, we shall not waste any time. You and Eddie can come on in now, Miss Hargrove.”

Butterflies form in your stomach. You never told Wayne your last name.

And soon you’re in Wayne’s trailer, Eddie’s old home before he grew his wings and left the nest. A bittersweet energy floods the room. It only becomes more prominent when you see Eddie and Wayne holding hands as they make their way inside.

“Welcome to my office,” Wayne proceeds, carrying on with the banter. “I’ve got some tea in the cupboards, as well as some stale saltines because this one over here thinks I should watch my sodium intake. You’re more than welcome to help yourself.”

“Thank you so much,” is all you’re able to say.

“No worries, doll.”

Wayne darts his gaze back over to Eddie. “Anywho. Now that the formalities are over… son, I need to take a shit.”

The same dry humor too. You giggle and glance over at Eddie while he grimaces at Wayne in annoyance. But, since it’s not his first rodeo, he obliges, unlocking Wayne’s wheelchair to wheel him over to the commode that was concealed behind a DIY curtain.

“Did you do your exercises today?” you hear Eddie ask him.

"I tried. Got tired ‘bout halfway through.”

“What are your oxygen levels looking like?”

“Satting 88 percent without my oxygen. 93 percent on three liters.”

“That’s what we like to see. Good job, baby. I’m proud of you.”

You stand off to the side, giving Wayne as much privacy and dignity you can throughout this very intimate ordeal.

While Eddie is away with him, you keep yourself distracted with Wayne’s mug collection, as well as the array of trucker hats that decorated one of the four walls. You take a look at what’s on the TV: The Price is Right is just about to go on a commercial break. And on the coffee table rested an assortment of dated magazines, all going back to as early as 2008. Ah yes, recession core.

Within a few short moments, Eddie comes back out. You study him as he makes his way to the kitchen to wash his hands, making faces at the friendly neighborhood cats who liked to make themselves at home on the porch.

“Anyways!” Eddie exclaims. “I’m gonna start making Erica’s wings cuz we got everything here.”

He starts back over to you.

“But before I do, want me to show you my old room? It’s like a huge time capsule. Wayne hasn’t touched it since I left.”

You can barely meet his eyes. Eddie is acting way too normal about this. Or maybe you’re too dramatic.

He sees you frowning, thinking.

“…You okay?” he attempts with you.

"Eds... I didn't know," you whisper softly.

But Eddie smiles a bit. "That's okay. I initially didn't want you to know."

"How bad is it?"

"Stage 3. Lung cancer."

"How long has he had it?"

"Siiiince… March of 2020?” Eddie recalls. "We initially thought it was covid because of all the pulmonary stuff..."

He gestures around his own lungs.

"So what started out as a — rather intimate — nose swab turned into a biopsy that turned into getting a team of specialists….”

He glances over at Wayne to make sure he’s still okay.

“To having uncomfortable talks with the case worker about...exploring other options... And then to me being his full-time caregiver."

"March of 2020..." you recall. "Isn't that the same time you and Isabelle got divorced?"

"We were finalizing it..." Eddie corrects you. “But that’s neither here or there.”

“And Hellfire?”

“We were struggling for a bit not gonna lie,” Eddie chuckles. “It was during the start of covid and no one wanted to leave the house. Even when the babes were smoking hot.”

Holding up a palm, you stop him from explaining any further.

“So let me get this straight,” you state. “Your piece of shit dad UNALIVED your mom in cold blood when you were a kid, your father figure has cancer. You somehow manage to care for him full-time all while basically living at Hellfire, your business that your ex wife tried to SABOTAGE; which led to you getting arrested and released on bail up until your trial where you were then proven NOT GUILTY. But even then, your reputation still remains slightly tainted because almost everyone in Hawkins is a narrow-minded, self-righteous prick who weaponizes religion to get an upper hand? And they know you’re an easy target so that’s exactly what they did in this case, making your life and Wayne’s a living hell when it was the last thing you two needed at the time?”

“It be like that sometimes.”

Eddie flashes you a sarcastic, ‘I’m alive’ peace sign. He’s not helping.

Your heart just about shatters.

Eddie has suffered so much. But he hides it so well with his never-ending sarcasm and Munson magic.

And to think all of this — Hellfire, Wayne, and divorcing Isabelle — went down a couple years ago. He still had his childhood to sort through. If that's even plausible.

“It’s also kinda why Chrissy and I were screwing around,” Eddie adds, snapping you out of your thinking. “Apparently I was constantly depressed and she wanted to keep me distracted and all. Again, fun. But very short-lived.”

You fall into him and squeeze him tight. Eddie is almost taken aback by it. But nevertheless, he returns the favor.

"Are you alright?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" you demand. "You have all of this going on and you're asking me if I'm alright?"

Oh, how lonely Eddie must’ve felt through all of this. You just want to hold him. Take away all of his pain.

It’s always the angels on earth who get sent to hell and back. Eddie deserves the world, and you’re going to go your best to give it to him.

"Are we alright?" you question him.

"Of course we're alright," Eddie insists, ruffling your hair like it’s the silliest thing you’ve ever asked him.

He pulls away from you. Rubs your back delicately as you soak in all of this new information.

“You sure you want to sign up for all of this?”

You are absolutely more than sure.

“Now why would you even ask that?” you choke. “You know my stubborn ass. I’m not backing down without a fight.”

“Yeaaah,” Eddie squints. “I guess you are pretty stubborn.”

You fall into one another again, kissing each other like it’s the air you need to breathe. Eddie delicately cups your face with his hands, relishing in the last couple of smooches before he pulls away.

“I like stubborn though.”

“You and me, Eddie.”

“You and me, sweetheart.”

“Eddie!” Wayne calls, innocently interrupting the moment. “I’m done, boy, now come help me get up.”

“Comin’!” Eddie cranes his neck, shouting in Wayne’s general direction. He kisses you one more time on the forehead before excusing himself. “Be right back, babe.”

You and Eddie leave for Hellfire shortly after spending a little bit more time with Wayne.

The entire ride there, you let Eddie talk about his memories with his uncle… how he’s attended homecoming rallies, talent shows, graduations, and the less-than-celebratory court hearings — loving Eddie unconditionally through thick and thin. He was there for Eddie’s senior prom, snapping photos of him with the boys and his date Ronnie, who was also his best friend at the time.

Wayne was also there for Eddie’s wedding, even though he didn’t particularly like Isabelle. Again, every milestone, Wayne was there for.

You fawn over Eddie as he continues to talk, the spark in his eyes never leaving for as long as it’s about his loved ones. You can only hope he talks to Wayne and the others about you in the same way.

You can’t believe this is real life.

From here on out, it’s going to be you and Eddie. And you’re going to be by his side no matter what, because he’s proven to you that he is committed to doing the same.

From here on out, it’s going to be Shy Girl and Eddie… and nothing… NOTHING will ever change your mind or get in the way of that.

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Theory: Valentino was the famous 1920s actor Rudolph Valentino, the "Latin Lover".

Who was Rudolph Valentino?

Rodolfo Pietro Filiberto Raffaello Guglielmi di Valentina d'Antonguella (May 6, 1895 – August 23, 1926), known professionally as Rudolph Valentino and nicknamed the "Latin Lover", was an Italian actor based in the United States who starred in several well-known silent films from 1921 to 1926, including The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, The Sheik, Blood and Sand, The Eagle, and The Son of the Sheik.

Valentino was a sex symbol of the 1920s, known in Hollywood as the "Latin Lover" (a title invented for him by Hollywood moguls), the "Great Lover", or simply "Valentino". His early death at the age of 31 caused mass hysteria among his fans, further cementing his place in early cinematic history as a cultural film icon.

Valentino was born in Castellaneta, Apulia, Italy…unable to secure employment in Italy, he departed for the United States in 1913. He was processed at Ellis Island at age 18 on December 23, 1913. Valentino never applied for American citizenship, and retained his Italian citizenship.

Arriving in New York City, he supported himself with odd jobs such as busing tables in restaurants and gardening. Around 1914, restaurateur Joe Pani who owned Castles-by-the-Sea, the Colony, and the Woodmansten Inn was the first to hire Rudolph to dance the tango with Joan Sawyer for $50 per week.

Eventually, he found work as a taxi dancer at Maxim's Restaurant-Cabaret. Among the other dancers at Maxim's were several displaced members of European nobility, for whom a premium demand existed…Valentino left town [in 1917], and joined a traveling musical that led him to the West Coast.

[…] With his dancing success, Valentino found a room of his own on Sunset Boulevard, and began actively seeking screen roles. His first part was as an extra in the film Alimony, moving on to small parts in several films. Despite his best efforts, he was typically cast as a "heavy" (villain) or gangster. At the time, the archetypal major male star was Wallace Reid, with a fair complexion, light eyes, and an All-American look, with Valentino the opposite; he eventually supplanted Sessue Hayakawa as Hollywood's most popular "exotic" male lead.

[…] With the Douglas Fairbanks type being the supposed epitome of manhood, Valentino was sometimes portrayed as a threat to the "All American" man. One man, asked in a street interview in 1922 what he thought of Valentino, replied, "Many other men [say they] desire to be another Douglas Fairbanks. But Valentino? I wonder…"

Women in the same interview found Valentino, quote, "Triumphantly seductive. He puts the love-making of the average husband or sweetheart into discard as tame, flat, and unimpassioned."

Some journalists were still calling [Valentino's] "masculinity" into question, going on at length about his pomaded hair, his dandyish clothing, his treatment of women, his views on women, and whether he was "effeminate" or not. Valentino hated these stories, and was known to carry clippings of the newspaper articles around with him and criticize them.

In July 1926, the Chicago Tribune reported that a vending machine dispensing pink talcum powder (face powder) had appeared in an upscale hotel's men's washroom. An editorial that followed used the story to protest the supposed feminization of American men, and blamed the talcum powder on Valentino and his films. The piece infuriated Valentino, and he challenged the writer to his choice of a boxing or wrestling match, since dueling was illegal. Neither challenge was answered.

Shortly afterward, Valentino met with journalist H. L. Mencken for advice on how best to deal with the incident. Mencken advised Valentino to "let the dreadful farce roll along to exhaustion" (i.e. "do nothing"), but Valentino insisted the editorial was "infamous", [and must be answered for in a one-on-one fight].

After Valentino challenged the Tribune's anonymous writer to a boxing match, the New York Evening Journal boxing writer, Frank O'Neill, volunteered to fight in his place. Valentino won the bout, which took place on the roof of New York's Ambassador Hotel.

Heavyweight champion Jack Dempsey, who trained Valentino and other Hollywood notables of the era in boxing, said of him: "He was the most virile and masculine of men. The women were like flies to a honeypot. He could never shake them off, anywhere he went. What a lovely, lucky guy."

Mencken found Valentino to be likable and gentlemanly, and wrote sympathetically of him in an article published in The Baltimore Sun a week after Valentino's death:

"It was not that trifling Chicago episode that was riding him; it was the whole grotesque futility of his life. Had he achieved, out of nothing, a vast and dizzy success? Then that success was hollow as well as vast—a colossal and preposterous nothing. Was he acclaimed by yelling multitudes? Then every time the multitudes yelled, he felt himself blushing inside…the thing, at the start, must have only bewildered him, but in those last days, unless I am a worse psychologist than even the professors of psychology, it was revolting him. Worse, it was making him afraid…here was a young man who was living daily the dream of millions of other men. Here was one who was catnip to women. Here was one who had wealth and fame, and here was one who was very unhappy [in spite of that wealth and fame]."

[…] Valentino was also the "sex symbol" of his time in the 1920s. The sheet music cover for "Rodolph Valentino Blues" written in 1922, to quote the lyrics, "Oh Mister Rodolph Valentino / I know I've got the Valentino blues / And when you come up on the screen / Oh! You're so romantic, I go frantic at the views!

[…] [Prior to his death], Valentino was fascinated with every part of movie-making. During production on a Mae Murray film, he spent time studying the director's plans. He craved authenticity and wished to shoot on location, finally forming his own production company, Rudolph Valentino Productions, in 1925. Valentino, George Ullman, and Beatrice Ullman were the incorporators.

[…] Valentino once told gossip columnist Louella Parsons that: "The women I love don't love me. The others don't matter." He claims that despite his success as a sex symbol, in his personal love life, he never achieved happiness.

[…] In 1919—just before the rise of his career—Valentino impulsively married actress Jean Acker, who was also [romantically] involved with actresses Grace Darmond and Alla Nazimova.

Acker became involved with Valentino in part to remove herself from the lesbian love triangle, quickly regretted the marriage, and locked Valentino out of their room on their wedding night. The couple separated soon after, and the marriage was never consummated [on account of Acker being a lesbian].

The couple remained legally married until 1921, when Acker sued Valentino for divorce, citing desertion. The divorce was granted, with Acker receiving alimony. She and Valentino eventually renewed their friendship, and remained friends until his death.

[His second marriage to actress Winifred Shaughnessy, known by her stage name, Natacha Rambova—an American silent film costume and set designer, art director, and protégée of Alla Nazimova, his ex-wife's lesbian lover—ended far more poorly.

The two married in 1922, remarried in 1923, and divorced in 1925. Towards the end of their marriage, Rambova was banned from his sets by contract. The end of the marriage was bitter, with Valentino bequeathing Rambova one dollar in his will.]

[…] From the time he died in 1926 until the 1960s, Valentino's sexuality was not generally questioned in print. At least four books, including the notoriously libelous Hollywood Babylon, suggested that [Valentino] may have been gay, despite his marriage to Rambova. For some, the marriages to Acker and Rambova, as well as the relationship with Pola Negri, added to the suspicion that Valentino was gay, and that these were "lavender marriages".

Some claim that Valentino had a relationship with Ramón Novarro, despite Novarro stating they barely knew each other. Hollywood Babylon recounts a story that Valentino had given Novarro an art deco dildo as a gift, which was found stuffed in his throat at the time of his murder. It is believed that no such gift existed.

There were also claims that he may have had relationships with both roommates Paul Ivano and Douglas Gerrad, as well as Norman Kerry, and openly gay French theatre director and poet Jacques Hébertot. However, Ivano maintained that it was untrue, and both he and Valentino were heterosexual. Biographers Emily Leider and Allan Ellenberger generally agree that [Valentino] was most likely straight, [though others have disputed this].

There was further supposed evidence that Valentino was gay; documents in the estate of the late author Samuel Steward indicated that Valentino and Steward were sexual partners. However, evidence found in Steward's claim was subsequently found to be false, as Valentino was in New York on the date Steward claimed a sexual encounter occurred in Ohio.

[Valentino died on 23 August 1926, at the age of 31, due to complications from perforated ulcer surgery, resulting in sepsis (bacterial poisoning), a collapsed lung, and other fatal conditions.]

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Bettie Page - Guide for Strippers (1953)

Carnival, December (1953) Chicago, EE. UU. Hillman Periodicals

Cover: Lilly Christine (The Cat Girl)

"This is as far as you can go" The text did not refer to a state, but to the outfit that a Stripper could wear depending on the state in which she was. "Hasta aquí es lo más lejos que puedes llegar" El texto no hacía referencia a un estado, sino al atuendo que podía usar una Stripper dependiendo del estado en el que se encontrara.

Lilly Christine was a famous burlesque dancer and actress known for her exotic and feline performances, earning her the nickname "Cat Girl."

Lilly Christine fue una famosa bailarina de burlesque y actriz, conocida por sus actuaciones exóticas y felinas, lo que le valió el apodo de "La chica gato".

#blackangel #bettiepage #bookspaper&magazines #lilly christine #carnivalmagazineus

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Character Name: Ridoc Larson Nickname (s): None Face Claim: Anya Taylor-Joy Age & D.O.B.: 27 / October 10, 1996 Hometown: Chicago, IL and Rockford, Maine Zodiac: Libra MBTI: ESFP-T (Entertainer) Moral Alignment: Chaotic Neutral Occupation: Mechanic Place of work: Buster’s Garage Subplot affiliation: Street Racer Positive traits: (5) Bold, Observant, Resourceful, Independent, Playful Negative traits: (5) Selfish, Cynical, Reactive, Suspicious, Jealous Languages: English Love language: Physical touch and words of affirmation

Ridoc's mother was written off by her parents after she fell pregnant with her first child, Theodore. She then dropped out of school to raise him. She worked in a coffee shop by day and as an exotic dancer on the weekends to bring in the much needed extra cashflow. It was during one of these shifts six years after Theodore had been born that Thelma discovered she was pregnant with Ridoc. She knew it was one of her side-clients but as she wasn’t sure who, she kept it to herself. Ridoc’s birth was the wake-up call Thelma needed to start getting serious about her life, and, after begging help from a particularly rich client, she was able to enroll herself in community college to earn her nursing degree. From there she was determined to move out of the city and so they did, to a small quaint town on the coast of Maine. Ridoc was into karate and dance as a young child and as a game between her and her mother she would try to copy and learn one new dance move a week to impress her mother with on Friday nights: the family movie night. Both she and her brother excelled at academics much to the pride of their mother. Ridoc was about to be moved into an accelerated STEM program when tragedy struck. Their mother, tired from working a double-shift at the hospital, flew through a red-light and was t-boned by a semi. Death was instantaneous.

By this point, Ridoc was ten and her brother seventeen, so rather than go into the system, Theodore applied for his emancipation of minor status and won, allowing him to gain custody of Ridoc. They moved back to Chicago so that it would be easier to find work. Unfortunately, between school and taking care of his little sister, Theodore found it difficult to hold down a job and became involved in local gang activity. Ridoc meanwhile became involved in kickboxing, able to easily manipulate her body to do what was required of the intense sport. Everything turned upside down when her brother was arrested two years later the day after Ridoc’s twelfth birthday for felony robbery and abetting murder. Ridoc went into foster care.

Most of the homes were less than ideal. Some with ‘fathers’ who tried to take advantage of those within her care. Others with 'mothers' who restricted access to food and other necessities, viewing the foster child as merely a way to make money. At age fourteen in yet another foster home, driven by her anger and grief she got herself involved in gang activity. With them, her fighting skills were an asset, something to be celebrated. Her small size and stature made her seem to be an easy target, thus helping her slip by those who incorrectly thought that a drug runner wouldn’t send his stuff out with someone so small, so incapable of self-defense. At fifteen, she was officially initiated into the gang, a diamond tattoo and the gang’s words, “Bandas de Almas” (gang of souls) tattooed in delicate font behind her ear.

It was there that she gained her love of cars. They competed heavily in street races, using the chaotic atmospheres to push their product. Too young to drive, Ridoc’s job was to sell and help with maintenance on the cars the gang put into the race. Cars, percocets, and partying became her life. At seventeen she was arrested for drug possession and sentenced to four years in juvenile detention on a plea deal that would keep her from going to the big house when she turned twenty-two. While in juvie, she received extensive counseling. Those in charge of mental health ensured that she received proper care for the grief of losing both her mother and effectively her brother as well. She walked through therapy sessions untangling the feelings of shame, low self-worth, and most of all anger. In between time spend laid back on a couch she learned a trade, choosing to specify in auto-mechanics and even becoming an employee in the prison’s garage. By the time her four years were over, she felt like a new person.

Unfortunately, after she was released the gang of souls found her and made her pay for her betrayal. They did not kill her, but throughout the brutal torture she received she found herself wishing they would have. Now she bears the scars of their actions and all the emotions she had managed to work through in therapy came rolling back to the surface, throwing her back into her old self.

For two years Ridoc was on parole. She spent the time getting as much experience as she could under the hood of a car. Parole forced her to stay away from the part of her life she loved, the street races and its raucous community, but she made do with some of her other habits. Kickboxing to make money, usually in unsanctioned fights, though she was smart enough to lay off getting high during her parole.

A few months after the end of her parole Ridoc became swept up in a whirlwind romance with a man who she truly believed loved her-- and perhaps he did, but after the pair were married in a drunken state at a casino in Paris, France, things began to fall apart. Less than one month into their new marriage he had cheated on her once more. He had made a habit of it before, but the two had never outright made things official until trying to give their accidental marriage a go. His deliberate cheating, despite his excuse of being high and ‘forgetting’ that he was married, was the final straw for Ridoc, and she fled. It took her over a year to push the divorce through due to his reluctance to let her go, and during that time she found herself hitchhiking across the country, wanting to explore all that life had to offer. She settled in New York for a time. The underground fight scene was lucrative and allowed her the chance to purchase her own car and get back into what she loved. Ridoc easily made a name for herself and would have gone on to win even bigger if it wasn’t for the accident.

Cut off by another racer who had lost control of their car, Ridoc swerved, and crashed into a local grocer. The store and car went up in flames and Ridoc fled. Antioch came upon her radar some months later. A town with a reputation, one Ridoc knew she could fit herself into. A few months have passed and she’s managed to acquire a new car and a job that allows her to work on it. With a new name and new documents thanks to the money she earned from her underground lifestyle, Ridoc is ready to make a name for herself in her new home.

#task001.ridoc #chronicletask #ridoc.intro #[ 𝟎𝟏 ] ── * ridoc larson { tasks }

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𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴….

[ yaya dacosta — forty-five — she/her ] Introducing CECILIA MALONE . Word on the street is they are a MANAGER AT GENTILLE FILLE, EXOTIC DANCER (RETIRED)/REIGONAL MANAGER (WEST MANHATTAN) and member of THE BROTHERHOOD for the past FIFTEEN YEARS . Though they are SHORT-FUSED and HOSTILE , they can also be ORGANIZED and DRIVEN . In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of poverty, neglect, murder, car accident, grief.

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒.

name: cecilia noelle malone nicknames/alias: don't you dare faceclaim: yaya dacosta age: forty-five gender: cisfemale sexuality: bisexual / biromantic date/place of birth: november 22nd, currently: positive traits: organized, calculated, driven negative traits: short-fused, hostile, manipulative astrological sign: scorpio archetype: the vixen

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

they say you were born from the ash left behind of a damning fire, the kind that took until it no longer could. who are you to deny the compliments of such a reputation? in this case, chicago is the aforementioned ashes -- and richard and emilia malone are the one's who lit the fuse. you were never planned, and it showed in the way you were raised in comparison to your sisters ( they used to say you had it easy, exempt from their expectations of perfection -- but what is so easy about carrying the knowledge that you are loveless? ). food always somehow managed to appear on the table but considering the piles of unpaid bills collecting dust on the counter -- you weren't quite sure how. you will be our ticket out. out of all this. that was what your mother used to say to your sisters -- but noticeably, never to you. you were on the precipice of your pre-teen years when you came to terms with this and from then on, you tried. you achieved the same grades as your sisters, but the applause never came. you became hardened far earlier than you ever should have and while you've given up on the dream of familial acceptance by the time you turn fifteen -- this hasn't stopped you from giving up on yourself. it both astounds you and doesn't all at once when your parents never become aware that you've begun working, never asking where you go when the final bell rings. by the time you turn eighteen, you've saved just enough to break away from your household and leave them in your dust. you are not their problem anymore, even if you were never a problem in the first place. the question remains however, what will you do? perhaps your parents had something right when they invested all of their time in your sisters — at least they had some sense of direction. at first dancing was simply an easy way to pay the bills while you figured everything out, but the sense of power was intoxicating. even now, years after your retirement, you wish you could bottle the feeling. every set of eyes in the room on you -- no one else mattered. and yet, you find yourself doing the one thing you never expected to do: fall in love. hopelessly so. henric always told you that he was dangerous, but you were always strong enough to handle it. you find out quickly that he's a foot soldier for one of the strongest criminal organizations of new york city's underbelly: the brotherhood. you found nothing but beauty in the devils face and while henric tried to shield you from it all as a form of undying love, you just couldn't understand it. it had taken time for him to understand that you were in this, just as invested as he was. you would do anything to be loved, wouldn't you? in time, you prove yourself useful. you move through the nearly endless crowds of new york city with a sense of feline grace -- accompanied by an entrancing serpent's smile. you and henric even get married in secret -- fearing that your union was known, the other would be exploited as a weakness. and yet, henric's end comes at the hands of an automobile accident. while it was reported that no foul play was involved, your vengeance has continued to boil in your chest, threatening to be set aflame. your hardened shell never ceases to protect you. it makes you merciless, without a beating heart. perhaps this is what makes you perfect for a position of brotherhood leadership, your loyalty to the brotherhood being one of the few things left that you feel anymore. you've overseen the west manhattan territory coming up on six years, known for always having a pair of eyes on the ground. the devil will always force you to atone for your sins. what had once been so unknown to you? oh darling, you've become the devil now. you've killed the entity now, taking its crown with bloodstained hands.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒.

CHARACTER INFLUENCES INCLUDE: maxine minx ( x ), shiv roy ( succession ), olivia pope ( scandal ), ramona vega ( hustlers ), alex vause ( orange is the new black ), barbara kean ( gotham ), mazikeen ( lucifer ), tokio ( money heist ).

has a very luxe and classic sense of style. and, of course, the look comes with quite expensive taste.

lives in a manhattan apartment with a rather modern, sleek interior. at times, some may wonder if anyone even lives within it or if it's merely an apartment being prepared to be shown.

quick with a weapon, equally quick with her words. occasionally will mouth off to authority -- but she will show some restraint only towards the leadership of the brotherhood. even then, she occasionally will appear dry and sarcastic. shit gets done though, doesn't it?

TO BE UPDATED.

𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 — while cecilia may be brotherhood through and through, she still naturally keeps her cards close to her chest. despite her independence, this person has somehow managed to earn her undying trust. if she was ever going to listen to anyone despite her distinct distrust for any kind of authority, it's this person ( OPEN - must be aligned with the brotherhood ). 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐍𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑 — an emotional rollercoaster if there ever was one. cecilia is a maverick, untethered and unchained, never to grace the same bed twice. and yet, she can't seem to stay away from this person. rather similar to her, this person remains detached, but they too can't quite understand what keeps them coming back to her ( OPEN - any allegiance ). 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 — while these two certainly didn't see it while they were growing up, cecilia grew up as the black sheep in the family. the burden, the problem child. it is unclear how they ended up in new york city but they have both done well for themselves. neither of them are currently gang affiliated and cecilia wants things to stay that way, but it's no secret that the city has plenty of devils to stand atop the elder malone's shoulders... ( OPEN 0/2 - not aligned, but can be discussed ) 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 — one of the dancers at gentille fille that she's especially protective over. perhaps it's because she sees a little of herself in them when she first arrived in new york or maybe, it's something else. even still, she finds herself keeping an extra close eye on them when they're on the floor ( CLOSED - elizabeth beaufort )

any and all connections are welcome — these are just some starting ideas. any other connection info you can find linked here ( sheet incoming ).

#CECILIA | ABOUT.#wb.intro

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Starter call! Send me a symbol through replies, asks or IM, and I’ll hop on a starter!

Apocalypse (TWD/Z Nation/TLOU/FallOut):

🔟 - 10K - Z Nation - Canon - Secondary

💀 - Andrea Harrison - The Walking Dead - Canon - Primary

🍄 - Owen Moore - TLOU(2) - Canon - Secondary

🧟 - Maria Reyes - TWD/TLOU/Fallout - OC - Primary

🎻 - Dina Walters - TWD - OC - Primary

Buffy, the Vampire Slayer:

🔪 - Faith Lehane - Canon - Primary

Dragon Age:

🧝🏽‍♂️ - Zevran Arainai - Canon - Primary

🧙‍♀️ - Morrigan - Canon - Primary

🏰 - Mia Rutherford - Canon - Secondary

👑 - Alistair Theirin - Canon - Primary

🗡️ - Maxwell Trevelyan - Canon - Primary

⚔️ - Yvesse - OC - Primary

GoT/ASOIAF:

🍷 - Cersei Lannister - Canon - Primary

🔪 - Faith - Crossover - Primary

🍆 - Ros - Canon - Primary

🐾 - Jon Snow - Canon - Secondary

🐺 - Robb Stark - Canon - Primary

🐦 - Sansa Stark - Canon - Primary

🐲 - Rhaella Targaryen - Canon - Primary

Harry Potter:

📚 - Hermione Granger - Canon - Primary

✨ - Draco Malfoy - Canon - Primary

🏡 - Theodore Nott - Canon - Primary

💼 - Lucy Weasley - Canon - Secondary

🍪 - Rose Weasley - Canon - Secondary

🏆 - Roxanne Weasley - Canon - Secondary

Marvel:

🕷️ - Yelena Belova - Canon - Primary

🐙 - The Experiment (Irina) - OC - Primary

🌎 - Bobbi Morse - Canon - Primary

💻 - Natasha Romanoff - Canon - Primary

One Chicago:

🚨 - Kim Burgess - Canon - Primary

Rizzoli & Isles:

🚔 - Jane Rizzoli - Canon - Primary

Supernatural:

🐙 - The Experiment (Irina) OC - Primary

👻 - Trisha Patricks OC - Primary

🍰 - Dean Winchester - Canon - Secondary

The Vampire Diaries:

🌑 - Damon Salvatore - Canon - Secondary

🌙 - Enzo St. John - Canon - Secondary

Vikings:

🛡️ - Lagertha - Canon - Primary

The Witcher:

🃏 - Geralt of Rivia - Canon - Primary

Fandomless:

🎃 - Alexander Carlisle - OC - vampire - Primary

🎀 - Matilde Carlisle - OC - vampire - Primary

💞 - Briana Carter - OC - empath - Primary

💔 - Jane Carter - OC - empath - Primary

🚑 - Lucas Jackson - OC - nurse - Primary

🩸 - Theresa Lewis - OC - serial killer - Primary

💄 - Lill Redding - OC - exotic dancer - Primary

#{ OOC }#Specify a Muse #{ No Muse No Starter }#Mutuals only #{ Starter call }#New starter call for a new OC #I'll post a lil more about her in a bit

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Chicago Fire Season 5 Ep. 13 "Trading in Scuttlebutt"

Boden and House 51 face consequences after he makes a split-second decision at an accident scene. Severide considers a major decision. Herrmann does a good deed. Brett looks to make some personal changes.

If you want to watch the series for yourself, stop reading! This post contains spoilers to the storyline.

Herrmann is closing up Molly's. A man asks for money to buy a suit for a job interview. Herrmann asks the man what's going on. When the man talks bout his kids and needing the job, he gives him money and wishes him luck.

At Firehouse 51, they say he's a sucker for helping the stranger. Herrmann felt the man needed help and he had to do it. Otis says he's using it for drugs.

Stella learns from Severide that he got a job offer. He says it's Battalion Chief in Springfield, but before she can respond, Gabby asks for her help. Stella leaves, telling Severide they aren't done.

Gabby and Stella find Sylvie working out. When they ask her what's going on, she says they should encourage her to get in shape, not stare. A call comes in, and all crews leave.

At the scene, they find a truck with cement sewer poles on it. The firehouse work together to lift the pole and remove their patient. Chief Boden orders Chief Anderson to stop because the straps are about to break. He says they have to act fast. He tells Boden, "We got her." The straps break. Boden orders everyone to stop lifting and secure the pipe. Anderson is not impressed. Lt. Matt Casey says they have to work fast because he doesn't know how long it will hold. Once the patient is clear, they release the pipes, which crash around them in the same spot.

Back at the firehouse, the guys tease Herrmann about the money he gave the man. When Otis says Boden saved Anderson, Boden says he is just glad he caught it when he did and tells them to get lunch.

Stella says Severide is taking the job because Anna lives there. He says he's thinking about it and will visit to see what they offer. Severide asks for her for opinion because she's his friend. She says he'll be in Springfield for 10 minutes and then leave for Chicago. She doesn't really know him.

Chief Boden calls Mouch and Herrmann into his office. He asks if they are going to the party, if their wives are going, and what they are wearing. It's his wife, Donna, asking. Herrmann promises to text Cindy. He asks them to keep quiet about the sewer pipes because Deputy Chief Anderson just got promoted and he wants to protect his image.

Sylvie and Gabby are at Chicago Med when Sylvie says she wants to make some changes. Maggie interrupts, asking if they are okay since the new chief almost got them all killed. The rumor is running wild. Gabby and Sylvie receive a call and leave.

They arrive at an office party where there is an exotic dancer lying face down. They think she's overdosed. She wakes up and says her chest hurts, then has a seizure. Sylvie asks if she took something. A woman says they saw a man give her a speedball in the bathroom. They shock her heart and she says she wants to go home. The older man offers them money, and Sylvie says "Men suck!"

Matt Casey is fixing a cabinet door when Severide asks if he wants to be chief. Matt says eventually and asks why. Severide says he's thinking about the future. Matt says that's how you get into trouble. Severide agrees.

Gabby returns to the rig and sees Sylvie learning German. Gabby laughs and asks what's going on. Sylvie says she's had no luck with men. Gabby's life is perfect. Gabby says she's had a lot of bad breakups before Matt. She thinks her "Matt" is out there and she shouldn't change to find him. Sylvie asks how Antonio is doing. Gabby says he isn't doing great, so Sylvie asks her to stay close to make sure he is all right. Gabby promises.

Mouch, Otis and Joe Cruz keep asking Herrmann about his con story. He tells them to read "The Giving Tree". Herrmann walks away as they laugh at him.

Deputy Chief Anderson says Chief Boden talks about him behind his back. He says he's a wild card who disrespects the chain of command. Boden replieis "Look whose trading rumors." Anderson threatens Boden, sayhing he doesn't want to make ehim an enemy.

The next morning, Boden is walking with Matt and Severide. He says Anderson has a fragile ego. Severide thinks Boden should remind him he almost got firefighters killed. Boden says that isn't how he operates. He says as chief, you have to move on. It's like being a lieutenant.

Severide goes to Springfield Fire Department, where he meets Chief Dennis Mack. Mack wants to make the department the best in the world. He takes Severide to meet some firefighters.

Gabby and Matt are at home. She suggests setting up with Alderman Matt and Sylvie. He thinks it's a bad idea to mix his work and the firehouse. Matta asks what she's doing. She says she's not doing well since breaking up with her brother and wants to help. Matt says he doesn't want to talk about Sylvie's love life.

Severide gets a letter and an offer for the job in Springfield. Chief Mack says he can think it over. Severide wants to check out the city. He goes to Seattle Med and finds Anna talking to a cancer patient. She says she's missed him and wanted to call him every day, but her life is here. He kisses her and tells her about his job offer in Springfield. She asks him not to do this for her. She doesn't want him to give up Chicago for her. He kisses her again as she tries to push im away. He says he'll do it for the right reasons. She asks what those are. He says he's trying to figure it out.

At the party, Anderson says Boden damaged his reputation. He angrily tells Boden they're not good. Someone lower in command tells him how to conduct a rescuee. He talks about the bad things that have happened at Firehouse 51. He says this could end his career.

Donna says they should go, and Anderson is rude to her. Boden says he'll record Anderson's negligence and how firefighters almost died.

Herrmann disappoints his son when he forgets to go to his calls as "dad of the week". Stella finds Severide in the locker room and asks him why he barely knows Anna. It's about him, not her.

Every day, he looks in the mirror and sees his dad, Benny. He thinks this is his chance. Stella understands but says she'll miss him because they're friends and they're good together.

Otis arrives and wants to know about the fight between Anderson and Boden. Herrmann doesn't want to talk about it, so they make fun of him again. He leaves the table and sits with Sylvie, who tells him not to worry. He asks Lt. Matt Casey if they can go for a drive.

Herrmann arrives in the classroom with the crew. Matt, Otis, Stella, and Mouch help him play with the children, who love it. Otis understands why Herrmann gave the man money.

Deputy Chief Anderson comes for a routine inspection of Firehouse 51. He isn't impressed when he learns that Truck 81 didn't file the paperwork for the school excursion. Boden says they'll talk when they get back from the call. Anderson says he'll come.

They find a young teen lying on the ground with a fire escape ladder stuck in him. Sylvie and Gabby tell him not to touch it. Anderson yells for Joe to get his friends out of the alley. Anderson orders them to use different equipment, but Severide uses what they already have. Boden tells Anderson to back off if he wants to take him on. Severide and Squad 3 cut the ladder and save the boy. Severide is proud of Boden. Anderson got in his buggy and drove off. Matt says Anderson has no reason to go after him and he needs to understand that. Boden says he and Anderson need to work together for the department.

Severide learns Stella and Gabby are taking Sylvie out tonight. Sylvie rushes up to them at the bar. She's marrying Jacques from Canada, but he needs a green card. Gabby and Stella take Sylvie home.

At Molly's, Joe and Mouch are at the bar when Greg returns, clean-shaven and nicely dressed. He tells Herrmann he'll pay him back. They shake hands, and he says he got the job. He pulls out an envelope with the money inside. He thanks him and says he doesn't know how much his gesture meant to him. Herrmann says he's buying drinks for everyoone to celebrate his new job.

Anderson thanks Boden for helping him realize he's been going about things wrong. He knows he can't just get rid of Boden, but he can take action. Anderson says the officers will stay put, but the rest of the crew is getting new assignments at different firehouses starting next shift. Boden leaves angry.

#USA #TV Serie #Action #Emergency #Drama #2017 #One Chicago #Chicago Fire

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