#his casual clothes are just eddie's that he stole

[hoperays-song]

Sing Characters as Human: The Moon Man

Buster Moon: Formal Edition

Buster Moon: Casual Edition

[leavemeslowly]

Autobiography of Red

Pairing: Eddie Horniman x Susie Glass

Wordcount: 1,597

Warnings: Explicit, +18, Smut, Masturbation, Emotionally Repressed, Sad Ending, Crying, Possessiveness, Dirty Talk, Did I mention it is sad?

Summary: "I will never know how you see red and you will never know how I see it."* The London Eye stood still at this ungodly hour. Susie was alone in her apartment but hoped she wasn't.

Susie was not an early bird, but she was forced to become one. She would rather nap for a bit longer. Today, she briefly closed her eyes to say goodbye to her nighttime sleep. The last moment of peace was not given because her mind unhelpfully supplied the daily schedule. It included lengthy dealings on the farm at Halstead Manor. They also included a particular ex-military, aristocratic soldier. The thirteenth Duke of Halstead.

She buried herself deeper under the sheets and remembered how they danced in the living room of the manor. The lingering touches, subtle glances and drinking more and more just to loosen up and not bother with the consequences of all the exchanged gestures.

The next day, Eddie asked her what she was still doing there as if he had not led her to a bedroom on the first floor and had not helped her out of her shoes. She remembered the kiss left on her forehead. Remembered how his fingers slipped down her bare arm sticking out from under the sheets.

Susie was on the edge of asking him to stay, rest his head on the other pillow, and embrace her body, before she completely forget what it means to be close to another person. But, she shut her mouth tightly. Her eyes closed and she heard doors closed behind Eddie.

It was time for daydreams to end. Susie stared for a moment at the London Eye, which stood still at this ungodly hour.

Later, she bit her lip, walking in front of her vast closet, and trying to decide what to wear. She thought about a nice three-piece suit in deep navy. On some days, she just needed an extra boost of confidence to cover up her uncertainty and doubts.

The clothes had to speak for her, wordlessly explaining that Susie was qualified to do what she did and that she was an authority in her own right without her dad having the last word. She is not a blind follower of his rules, but she is their maker, too. Susie is writing them in wet ink, and whoever disobeys her ends up with her pen sticking out of his eye.

She smirked, picturing her future enemies punished through that unconventional method. There is always space to refine one's game.

Nevertheless, she moved her sight to the other part of her closet, where various shirts were hung. She has not worn silk for a while now. Her collection was too diverse to let it lie unused.

She took a moment longer to consider her options and switched to choosing a lingerie set. Of course, today, there was no need to fuss with anything too frivolous. One of the white drawers hid her plain but comfortable bras, which she would wear on a daily basis.

A plain Skims set would do the work, but once she had it on, she felt too casual, so mediocre that her skin started to itch as if it wanted to be peeled off. The set blended with her pale skin tone and made her smoother, almost perfect. Only freckles splattered on her legs and arms betrayed an extra layer of material on her body.

Her resourcefulness, more often than not, was a hindrance to fulfilling her own needs.

Susie turned back to the drawers and opened another one. The contests of it, their textures, colours, and variety of patterns differed diametrically. She gently slid her fingers through them and stopped on the dark burgundy set.

Her mind drifted to the day they stole a green Lamborghini, and it almost backfired spectacularly. She also remembered what she wore on that day, a red suit with a belt tightly wrapped around her waist. A few buttons of the shirt were left open to counterbalance the heavy material. Her black hair was falling in curls down her arms. That was one of her most successful outfits to date, but she would never suspect another impact it had.

Eddie had never stared at her this intensely, this darkly. She felt his eyes on her, but he was not persistent in confirming their decision or agreeing on something. On that day, he was sliding his gaze down her arms, cleavage, and thighs. How could he think she did not feel it?

A thrill of excitement ran down her spine whenever she caught him looking everywhere but not directly into her eyes. She was not intimidated, but her light complexion blushed prominently under her makeup. He might be obvious, but she did not have to be.

She took the burgundy set out of the drawer. She slipped out of boring Skims and slowly, savouring this moment, put on thin, heavily laced panties. Then she fastened her balcony bra behind the back and finally clipped the garter belt in its place. Her light skin was picking through meshed insertions. Standing in front of the mirror, Susie slowly, almost teasingly, dragged her hands down to be sure that everything was smoothed out and in place.

She imagined what Eddie's face would look like now. She would mock him: 'How do you like me now? Am I good enough?'

He would not be embarrassed or lost but rather intrigued, silently watching her while leaning back against the doorframe. Susie would present for him, put her hands behind her neck and raise her hair to uncover more of a scandalously white skin. She was anxious to imagine his voice, so he would still be gazing at her reflection in the mirror.

'Come closer, Eddie. Don't be a stranger.'

He would move only with her permission. Before stopping right behind her, he would shed his black jacket and drop it off on the sofa in the middle of the closet. Eddie would gently grab her arms and put them down. His fingers would dig into her arms as if he was ensuring she was real, all his to touch and hold.

'Susan, darling' His deep and rough voice whispered straight to her ear would make her legs tremble, so he had to ground her and embrace her unsteady body. `Do you want me to watch you?'

Susie would shut her eyes, suddenly embarrassed by his hands roaming down her tight stomach.

'Yes, Eddie, if you like it.’ She whispered shyly.

His response was a pained groan and his hands squeezing her ass under the lace. Susie would moan loudly responding to his possessive marking of her body.

`I fucking love it, baby. Show me that you love it, too. I know you want to.' She nodded and rested the back of her head on his chest while her manicured nails skimmed down her stomach and under the lace of her panties. `Tell me how it feels, love. I need to know if you feel good.'

Susie would be pulsing and hot, sweat forming on her hairline. She would open her lips and breathe out shakily, letting out the faintest cries of pleasure. His arms would make her hotter and deliciously restrain her movements. Still, his posture would support her like a wall she could rest against when her body was slipping out of her control.

`Open your eyes, Susie.'

On his request, they snapped wide open. He was there, right behind Susie, with one hand delicately cupping her breast. It felt so right that Susie wanted to cry. Her cheeks were bright red, and her lips were swollen from biting into them. Eddie's dark eyes bore into her while she was slowly touching herself.

`Let me help you, please, allow me.'

He did not wait for her permission this time. His large hand slid under hers and she whined as if it was what she craved all along. Susie's nails would dig into his forearm, feeling his increasing movements, his hardness digging into her back and fingers of his other hand sliding into her mouth. She licked around them, promising him the things she intended to do. She felt that for her it was just a matter of a few more flicks of his fingers.

`Let go for me, Susie.' He was mumbling into her neck now, lips lightly brushing against it. Her reflection in the mirror was dishevelled, her hips bucking into his touch. `Next time, we will do it against this mirror. With London behind our backs. With your tits pressed to the mirror and your lipstick spread across it.'

Susie nodded, hearing these words. They were vulgar and tempting, and she knew they could not be real. Those were her darkest, deepest fantasies. Eddie's black eyes were staring at her now, and she was on the edge of falling.

`Then, I will do what you want me to. In your bed, I will take care of you, Susie. We will fuck nice and slow. You will fall in love with me and maybe not feel so lonely and pathetic.'

Susie rapidly turned her back to the mirror and fell on the floor. She remained there for several minutes, shaking and breathing hard. Tears were burning her eyes, but Susie could not let them fall. She will not let her stupid dreams and fantasies ruin her picture-perfect image.

Finally, when she calmed down, she raised her head. Just as before, the London Eye was standing still.

Susie stood up and changed into Skims. Then, she put on the first clothes she found in her wardrobe.

On her way out, Susie threw the burgundy set into the bin.

*Quote by Anne Carson. The title is also taken from one of her books.

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This Will Be My Year :Eddie Munson

Part Three: The Audition

Warnings: Some Language, , Fictional Kidnapping scenario, DND session what can you expect, Subtle flirting, Mentions of Drug Use, NSFW and Smut Content in later parts.

PREVIOUS PART

(I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE PHOTOS USED)

When Nancy returned home from her camping trip with Robin and Steve, she was greeted with her cousin Audra in the Wheeler’s living room. Nancy thought Audra was smart, caring and determined to succeed in creative writing. A writer herself, Nancy thought that her and Audra would get along just fine.

That was until she had found out about Audra hanging out with Hellfire club.

“You sure that is a good idea?” Nancy stated “I mean Hellfire isn’t exactly a high status club and their leader can be…”

“Eddie can be what?” Audra had asked.

“He can be a bit intimidating” Nancy couldn’t figure out anything else to say to her about  the leader of Hellfire, Audra would find out anyways.

“Intimidating?”

“You, will see Audra. Just something to think about”

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Saturday Night: 7PM, Eddie’s Trailer

Audra tried her best to impress the leader of Hellfire. She knew her appearance could be intimidating to the group so she tried to wear more casual clothes. Her auburn hair was let down. She wore an Alice Cooper top, black tights and black boots. In her hands, a peperoni pizza, her silver moon chained glasses, her DND stuff, and a six pack of Dr. Pepper. She still isn’t sure what he meant by a “six pack”.

She looked at the rusty RV. She wasn’t one to judge one’s upbringings, especially when her parents could be shitty to her at times. She took a deep breath and knocked on his door. This followed with a loud sound of clattering on the other side followed by a few mumblings of “oh shit”.

Eddie swung the door open and looked at her up and down. To him, he sees a girl who probably stole her daddy’s Alice Cooper shirt and wants to join a group she really isn’t qualified to join. Eddie in turn has his hair messed up wearing a Metallica shirt. Audra also was wearing a sweet-smelling perfume, a different smell that reeked from him, which had more of a earthy, more prominent smell. His eyes were also slightly glossy from previous hours events.

“So princess you followed on your orders. See you borrowed your dad’s shirt as well nice touch.” He flashed a smile at the red head and stepped back to allow her in. He wanted to test her already, there was no way a girl like her would like rock.

“Well, it is kind of hard to not like the creator of shock rock, especially when my dad would take me to see him in Toronto. It would be a road trip for my dad and I.” She smiled at the memory of going with him and enjoying the concerts. “Before you ask my favorite song is Under My Wheels.”

Eddie had to think of his reaction. He wasn’t expecting her to say that, in fact he thought she would cower and leave him to his previous activities. “I would think that a preppy girl like yourself would like bands like Bowie.” Eddie chuckled and took the pizza’s out of her hands.

“He is ok, but I had to stick up my nose to some of the photos Aunt Karen had stuck on my wall. More of a Cooper, Metallica, Judas Priest, Kiss girl.”  She laughed at the thought of the bands on her walls.  Eddie had shook his head as he offered her a hand to let her in.

“I’m impressed princess, I just need to finish getting ready. Didn’t think you would actually show.” He grabbed onto her hand and pulled her up on the stairs.  “I know it is a steep stair, some people tend to trip on it.”

Once Audra had entered the Trailer, she had looked around the messy trailer for a spot to sit. She found the clumpy green couch and sat down looking around admiring the rock posters hung up on the wall. “I don’t stray away from a challenge if that is what your insinuating. Especially if it is Dungeons and Dragons.”

Eddie plopped the pizza on the cluttered kitchen counter as he went to the next room to get everything ready. This may be harder than he thought.

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The dungeon master had leant towards the table, with a wide cocky grin on his face. His books and notes scattered in front of him on one end. The other, was Audra with her own notes and bright pink floral dice that her older sister got her.

“Ready to lose Princess?” Eddie had chuckled to himself as he took a slice of pizza from the box between them.

“It’s Thia Nova to you” Audra responded, and she glanced at her character sheet. She hopes that she had picked the right character to beat Eddie with.

“And who is Thia? I assume some elf I can assume” Eddie had rolled his eyes. Of course she had picked an elf. Most chicks pick an elf. Maybe this was going to be predictable.

“Level 17 wood elf druid”

“No fuckin way” Eddie had shaken his head. “You can’t do that to me.”

“Yes I can, this character is my baby, she is my first character and I developed her. I just entered level 17 with my group. Just had attained the spell shape change with a criminal past, faking her death, she is going to be hard to beat.”

Eddie was not prepared for this. He was expecting a level 1 or 6 maybe, not this very powerful character. Guess he will have to make some improvisation. He tried to play it cool as he didn’t want to make her know that she had an advantage.  He cleared his throat to set the scene.

He cleared his throat, “Can I see your character sheet for a second, I want to see what I am working with.” Eddie brought a piece of paper with a pen, prepared to save his session, no matter what.

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“We are going to begin in a small tavern, it is an old wooden shack with the thick smell of pine entering the interior from the creaked open window. There is hardly anyone here just you, Thia Nova an adventurer, a male Drow and a Tiefling in the bar. The two glance your way, intrigued by you being an druid of course. “Eddie quickly coughed. “What will Thia Nova do?”

Audra had snickered. “I would come up to the two with uncertainty as I would be unsure who there were. Are they friends or foes?  Will they try to attack upon first glance? It has happened to Thia before so she can’t be too hard to be too safe.”

“Roll an investigation throw” Eddie mumbled under his breath. His hands watched Audra’s hand place the 20-sided dice on her hands as she had shook her hands. She had looked at her page after she let her dice go.

“15 plus 2 is 17” Audra had announced.

“The two had brought out their daggers out from their boots. However, once they had checked you out they stopped the planned attack.  They knew they would be outmatched, but it would be better to be allies with you then enemies. The two were only going to take your cash anyways. The Drow is the first one to speak as he looks at you with his purple tinted eyes and offers to buy you a drink. What will the little wood elf do? Take a drink from a stranger or will she refuse?”

“I am feeling lucky” Audra stated” I will take my drink”

“Survival check princess” Eddie had snickered as he had shaken his head. Was she really going to fall for each trap placed in front of her? He watched Audra roll the dice again with a concerned look on her face.

“I got a natural one.” Audra’s voice sounded defeated “How much damage?”

Eddie held the dice in his hand “Shouldn’t be taking candy from strangers no matter how good looking you are.” He released his hand from the dice “6 damage princess.” He watched as Audra took 6 hp from her character. It only fueled his ego that this will be easier than he thought.  “Sure, you had noticed that he had put their weapons away, but perhaps it was all a ruse to trick you into a simpler trap”. He held a wide shit eating grin as he leant over the table.

He couldn’t help but notice the frustration on her face. An emotion he is all too familiar with on. Audra’s brows furrowed together as she didn’t believe that she fell into Eddie’s trap. Her dark honey brown were fueled with both motivation to take him down but also with a flash of surprise. Eddie found himself staring at her for a moment too long. He just thought her reactions were mesmerizing. Her eyes met his as she cleared her throat as she slipped her silver glasses on. Eddie had quickly looked away from her as he continued the session.

“Princess, you may have lost 6 hp points but you also have temporarily lost your consciousness. The Drow and Tiefling snicker to each other as the larger one, the Tiefling carries you over your shoulders” Eddie stated, and his grin turned into a subtle smile curl around his dimples.

“What the fuck, I thought it was just poison.” Audra groaned and let out a soft moan in defeat.

“Poisons can cause some people to lose consciousness too princess. Don’t worry, the two fine gentle creatures have the cure….. somewhere.” Eddie snickered. God, he loved teasing her.

 “So Thia would wake up with some rope wrapped around her wrists and legs as her two captors make dinner for the three of them around a camp fire as the smell of pine is stronger than the inside of tavern as she is outside in her captors camp.

Eddie chuckled. “What are you going to do now princess?”

“First my name is Audra Wheeler, my character is Thia Nova and I am going to get the fuck out of this situation.” Eddie seriously doubts that she can get out of this. However, he felt like a major dick not asking for red heads name. The name Audra did seem to roll off the tongue quite nicely.

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Audra hated to admit it, but she had felt quite stuck. She tried to get herself out of the situation, she was unable to use any spells due to her being tied up. She tried to start the two to fight against each other so she could run off but the two seemed quite close with each other.

Audra however did find out that they were going to try to bring her to a demon as a sacrifice for immortality. She thought it was a very basic plot, but she had to figure out how to get out of the camp before Eddie decided to move on. She clearly underestimated him and knew she would be defeated if she faced Eddie in any type of DND combat.

He was just too clever.

She realised there was one last thing that she could do. She just didn’t know how he would react. Eddie may be a flatterer or not but it was worth a shot.

“What will the wood elf do now Audra?” He couldn’t get used to get the name off his tongue. Usually, he would only talk to guys with masculine names. But he considered Audra as a fantasy-based name as it means “noble strength”. He did have to give it to her, she was strong and determined.

“Thia will make eye contact with the Drow as she notices the Tiefling walk away for take a leak. She would smile at him and make little sudden eye movements as she looked up and down the Drows physique. “Don’t see why you would need immortality” She would say to him.” She stated plainly.

Eddie cleared his throat. “The Drow will look at you confused; a bit puzzled “Why not? I would be able to live forever not worried about dying of illness or old age.”

“I mean sure, but it wont exactly protect you from violence, your foes will find out your weakness and will use it against you. It would only mean your death would be more painful and you would loose everyone you live while you live forever. Including your wife.”

“I mean, what is the point? Everyone dies” Eddie shrugged. He knew what Audra was trying to do but he wanted to make it as difficult as possible for her to overcome the hurdle.

“I know, but wouldn’t you rather have one deep meaningful relationship rather than a few meaningless relationships? Wouldn’t you rather have a long, good life with your one partner, your true love, I assume that you have a wife.”

“The Drow tilts his head “If you are stating if I have a wife or mate, I do not have one. What would the point be for me to have one? No one would want me.” Eddie would mimic the movements as he would peer in interest in what Audra was going to do next.

“I don’t either, my last partner who I faked my death for just left me for some old lady’s money. So it’s just me chilling in the woods with my animals” Audra tried to emphasise a sense of sadness in her voice which Eddie had caught onto.

“Roll a persuasion check sweetheart.” Eddie had stated plainly. She is adding a complication onto his original plan. But he should anticipate this will go through quickly.

He should have realised that he made a mistake being too confident. Of course she had to be clever. His eyes had narrowed when Audra had announced that she had gotten a dirty 20.

Shit. Now what?

Eddie had to make something on the spot right here. He thought it was going to be a clean execution. Sacrifice Thia to the demon, reject Audra to the club and do whatever he was doing earlier.  He cleared his throat trying to hide his nervousness.

“” Really? An elf like you don’t have anyone to play around with. I am surprised”, The Drow glances at you up and down. “Flattery works on me, I’ll let you out Thia.” He releases her quickly and ushers her into the bushes, following her” He gave Audra a misleading grin, hoping she was going to take the bait. Did she seriously think that Eddie was just going to let her out of the session?

Audra thought this was the turning point, there was no way that he was going to use is NPC to lead her down a darker path, right?

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Wrong.

Turns out that Eddie’s Drow character was going to just leave the Tiefling regardless of if they went to the Demon or not. It was a deal made amongst friends; Eddie had described it. However, greed on the Drow’s part got the better of him as he still craved power and greed and wanted to be the only one with it.

The Drow was going to send her to the Demon to be sacrificed, however he had spotted some wanted posters of the wood elf in a tavern that Thia wasn’t too keen of entering. The Drow read further details on how a certain Vampire lord was interested in the return of his “princess.”

Audra didn’t think he would use it, and he was only given those notes so quickly, 2 minutes of glancing, it was intense, but she was shocked he picked up that part of her backstory. Now, Eddie had the Drow take her to her ex-boyfriend’s house, with hopes that money will be provided. The ex-boyfriend and her captor were fully armed, waiting for her reaction.

Eddie had watched her bite her lip out of nervousness.

“Princess is stuck?” He chuckled nervously.

“Nah, I don’t have any bonds on me, so I am just going to simply cast a easy spell.”

“Oh, what is that?”

“Shape Change” Audra’s words rolled off her tongue so smoothly. “Into a blue inferno dragon.”

“You can not be fuckin serious! You love making this a challenge for me” He had laughed softly. He was not mad; he was impressed and was welcoming a challenge from the new girl. “I’ll allow it, the Drow and vampire look at one another, drawing their swords at her. Roll initiative Princess.”

“You know you could back down Princess.” Eddie had suggested. “No harm in running away, maybe they would not try to get to you knowing of your appearance. However, maybe your character will go down as well.” He had a huge smile on his face, he was open, welcoming for her to admit that she was defeated.

She didn’t understand, she had 295 hp, and now she is down to her final 25. The Drow and Vampire were prepared dragon hunters apparently? Why? It didn’t make sense for her. Running would be a coward’s decision, as she is far from one.

“I am not fuckin stepping down.” Audra crossed her arms. “I am going to take you down.”

Eddie had thought it was so cute how the new girl was underestimating his ability. It was his game, and he knew how to end the game and have her right where he wants her.

“The Drow casts sleep on Audra” Eddie rolls the dice and chuckles “19. Thia, the dragon will clash against the castle ruins, asleep. I am going to end the session here”. He stands up confidently and chuckles.

“WHAT THE FUCK!? That isn’t fair Eddie!” Audra had raised her voice in fury. They spend the past couple of hours doing his session and now she was lead down a pointless conclusion to the session. Her brows crunched together in anger.

“Sure, it is, I am the Dungeon Master, and you were defeated in the session!” He chuckled. “However, you are a challenging player so I will give you that.” Eddie had thought back on her overall reactions. She did have the most adorable reactions when it came to playing. “Plus, I am rather amused by your expressions as you wiggled around in my traps during the session.”

“I wasn’t I was fight back!” Audra protested. Eddie walked to the other end of the table to meet her eye to eye. He put his hands through her hair to rough it up a bit.

“Sure, you were little bird, what is your shirt size? I will make you one tomorrow in the shop.” Eddie abruptly stated he noticed it was getting a bit late and he had a “job” in a hour to get to.

“So, I am in?” Audra’s brown eyes lit up. “I am a medium”

“Cool, cool, I will get it set up for you. But don’t tell the rest of Hellfire what happened today.”

“Why I lost. Thought you would brag about it.”

“Not that, just your character being kidnapped by the vampire gives me an idea princess. It would help out my future session.” He looked down quickly and blushed nervously. “That’s only if you want.”

“Nah, I am interested in tormenting the group, if you think you can make it challenge enough.”

“Audra, I just beat you, I think you can trust me I can make a challenge.” Eddie had laughed. Audra had mumbled a fair enough as she grabbed her belongings to head outside. Before she could head to the door. She was going to leave the pizza and pop there, she assumed he would like it.

“Hey Princess?”

“Yea?” Audra was waiting for one of his quick remarks.

“I was wrong about you, welcome to Hellfire” He stuck his hand out in front of her with a grin. He did feel bad about underestimating her and she did prove herself.

“Glad you could see my potential.” Audra chuckled as she shook his cold hand. He gripped his hand tighter and laughed. God, is she adorable.

NEXT PART

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hold you in my arms (wrap your soul around me)

—if you love hoodie!buck, this one’s for you!

author: renecdote | rated: t | words: 4.4 | ao3 link

summary:

“You bought another hoodie?” Eddie asks, trying to sound casual and probably failing. He hopes it’s a nice blue that will bring out Buck’s eyes. Or the kind of pink that makes his lips pop. Or that burnt orange he looks so good in. Or green, or white, or maroon, or purple. He’s pretty sure Buck doesn’t own a purple hoodie yet.

“Actually,” Buck is already ripping open the packaging, his grin bright and unrestrained, “this one is for you.”

Eddie frowns, confused. Why? he almost asks. We both know I’d just steal it from you anyway. And then Buck gets the hoodie out of its packaging inside the packaging (Eddie mourns the environment) and holds it up, the material unfolding to show a grey-blue hoodie that says I stole this from my boyfriend on the front.

The one where Buck buys Eddie a hoodie and Eddie has a lot of feelings about how family shaped they are.

—kels reasons to read—

hoodie!buck my most beloved

them sharing clothes is something that can be so personal

the domestic fluff was everything

buck spending all his money on hoodies 😅 (so real)

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Hello hello!! If you could steal one piece of clothing from the older ST kids, what would you take? Feel free to imagine Eddie’s closet since he only wears one outfit 🤪 (maybe argyle too but idk)

Have a good night!!

Program: What clothes I would steal from the ST friends as their close friend or partner.

Counselors: Argyle, Robin, Jonathan, Billy, Steve, Eddie, and Nancy

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon

Camp Upside Down Masterlist

Counselor Notes: i love this question bc i am definitely the type of person to snag friend's or partner's clothing. also i came down with a head cold today and i want all the blankets/warm clothes :(

Argyle -> Surfer Boy Pizza Visor

I'm a huge hat person, but mostly with beanies and baseball caps. However, I love stealing people's hats. At a party onetime, I collected and wore as many hats as people let me borrow for the night. So during a bonfire night, I can definitely imagine meeting Argyle for the first time and ask him if I could borrow his visor. Through the night we just keep stealing it back from one another, and before I hand it back for the last time, I stuck my phone number on a piece a paper and tucked it into the velcro straps. Left him a blushing mess.

Robin -> Patch Jacket

I have my own that I've been working on since I was a sophomore in high school, and I think it would be really cute if we borrowed each other's jackets. Just casual days out where we wear each other's patch/pin jackets, and our friends try to figure out which one belongs to each of us. They've only ever seen us switch between them, and they never knew who the original owner was. I think it would be cute if we embroidered each other's names into the inside cuffs.

Jonathan -> Fuzz-Lined Jean Jacket or Oatmeal Sweater

I want a bomber style jacket so badly, but these jackets are sososo cozy looking as well. I am also a sucker for sailor knit/cable knit sweaters, and I will steal both at some point I definitely stole it after going pumpkin and apple picking on a cold autumn day, and he never really noticed. Just made sure to pull the collar close to my neck so I wouldn't get cold. When we hang out with everyone next, someone asks if that's his jacket I'm wearing, and he just smiles all warm and cute at me.

Billy -> Brown Leather Jacket and Red Button Down Shirt

I put style almost above all else, but coming from New England, I'm really good at finding stylish and useful clothing. Otherwise, I will freeze to death. When it comes to the rain, however, I will opt out of wearing a jacket or bring an umbrella, because I want to feel the rain hit my skin. I love it. But one day, after a shift at the diner, I didn't realize it was going to rain so hard, and I have to call Billy to pick me up. He dashes in and wraps me up in his jacket before we both book it back to his car. When we get home to our apartment, I take a shower while he makes dinner. I steal his red button down shirt that was strewn across the room and join him for a cozy night in.

Steve -> Yellow Sweater

You cannot tell me that this is not his favorite sweater ever, and that it smells exactly like him. I have to be very careful with how I acquire this piece, because he will not let it out of his sight. Steve is definitely onto how sneaky I am with how much clothes I steal, and he will not let me steal this one. It's his comfort clothing item. But after a long day of classes and building stress and anxiety, I just crash in our apartment bedroom and sob. Burrowing under the cover, chest heaving, puffy eyes, I don't even hear Steve come back from his afternoon classes. He immediately comes over and pulls me out to check what's wrong, and once I've calmed down, he carefully detangles himself and grabs his sweater from the closet. Pulls it over me and just lets me lay on his chest to listen to his heart.

Eddie -> Pants with the Belt

As much as I want to steal his jacket, I'll choose another clothing item to be original. But please ask me about how I stole his jacket one time. I typically fall out of bed at the last minute possible to be on time to meetings or classes, because I love how warm my bed is or because I never sleep. And if Eddie stayed the night??? Yeah, neither of us want to get up and leave the cuddle bundle. But exam day waits for no one, and I have to rush out of the house. Grabbing his pants and one of my shirts, I'm clicking the buckle to make it fit as best as I can while running out the door. I am a sucker and hopeless romantic when it comes to boyfriend jeans.

Nancy -> Oatmeal Turtleneck Sweater

This was hard, because she and I are on opposite sides of the style spectrum. BUT SHE HAS AN OATMEAL TURTLE NECK THAT I NEED. That is this softest, wool I have ever seen. Getting ready to go out to get groceries once the roads have been cleared from the snow storm last night, I grab her sweater, because it's like being wrapped up in a blanket. We were having a movie marathon the night before when the unexpected storm settled in, so we both agreed it was too dangerous to drive. An impromptu sleepover with soft chats, gentle touches, and tangled cuddles. The faint scent of her perfume still lingers on the comfy, slightly coarse yarn. She gives me the sweetest forehead kiss when she turns to ask if I'm ready.

[xnever-fade-awayx]

kerry/v

"you know I'll do anything you ask me to"-prompt (sofia by clairo)

just an idea, no pressure^^

AN: Quick note, this is unedited, also this is with default Male V! Enjoy~ 

V groaned as he rubbed at his eyes and slowly opened them. His head was pounding and he felt like he was hit by a truck. He tried to piece together the night before but all he can remember  is Kerry fucking him senseless into the mattress. Which he did enjoy. As V sat up in the bed, he glanced to his side to see Kerry passed out on his stomach, completely naked. 

V got out of bed quickly and he began searching for his clothes to at least put something on. He wasn’t trying to leave before Kerry left per say, he was just trying to make sure he was covered from the paparazzi this time. They ended up using a drone that went undetected by Kerry’s security last time to take pictures of both men completely naked, asses all out. 

The paparazzi called V Kerry’s “current JoyToy” which pissed him off more than it should have. Maybe it was because he was developing feelings for Kerry and wanted to be more than fuck buddies. V shook his head at the thought and ignored it as he threw his jeans on and made his way down to Kerry’s kitchen to try to find some food, some real food. 

V managed to find some bread that wasn’t molding, at least from what he saw, and ate a few slices of that before he was going to dip. He heard the groans of Kerry echoing through the large villa as he woke up, walking down the stairs, still completely naked. 

“Mornin’.” Kerry mumbled out gruffly as he went to the table that had all types of food and began to pick at the stuff on it. 

“Morning. I don’t think it’s safe to eat any of that.” V said as Kerry turned and shot him a small glare. “And I think you should put some pants on before the paparazzi caught you, again.” V tried to tell Kerry as he threw another grape into his mouth. 

“Fuck ‘em. Won’t be the first or last time they’ve seen my gorgeous ass.” Kerry laughed as he walked over to V and looked him over. 

“I was just heading out. Gotta see Vik for a tune up.” V heard Kerry hum in response to what he said. 

“You comin’ tonight? Playing another show tonight with the girls.” Kerry said as he walked over to V and looked into his eyes. V shrugged and placed his hands on Kerry’s hips and pulled him close. Kerry chuckled and moved his arms to wrap loosely around V’s neck. 

“I’ll try to drop by. I think I’m gonna check up on Wakako to see if she has something for me today. Need a few extra eddies for rent this month.” V admitted which caused Kerry to frown at the taller man. 

“You know I can send you some money. You can always ask.” Kerry tried telling his friend as V pulled away and began walking towards the door. 

“It’s fine, Ker. I can make my own money. You don’t gotta act like my sugar daddy. Now, I gotta get going. Vik’s gonna be pissed if I’m late.” V said as he opened the front door and was followed by V. 

“Seven tonight if you come by! Talk to Tasha and she’ll get you backstage!” Kerry shouted as he watched V walking down towards his car. 

“Put on some god damn pants!”

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 Vik had done his check up on V as normal, giving him an upgrade or two but was happy that V wasn’t pushing himself too far. Wakako was happy to see V had assigned him a job that shouldn’t take too long. She had him go to a Tyger Claw hideout and find a person, making sure they were unharmed and alive. There was a shootout, which V tried to avoid, but it was okay. The person he was transporting wasn’t hurt which was a plus but V was a mess and covered in blood. 

Wakako thanked V for the person and quickly transferred the money to V before he drove home to shower and change. His entire shower he thought about Kerry, and about them. He had fallen for the rockerboy about the second time they fucked. It was just a casual friends with benefits thing that would happen once every few weeks then turned into almost everyday. Every concert in the city, V would show up, drink too much with Kerry and then they would end up at his place. 

V wanted to change it and he decided tonight was the night before Kerry and Us Cracks left Night City for their tour across the world. He shut the water off in the shower and quickly dried off before throwing on some jeans and a random shirt, which happened to be one of Kerry’s shirts he stole. Funny story behind the shirt: Kerry was trying to rush V out since Johnny was coming over and Kerry didn’t want Johnny knowing V and him were fucking. So, V grabbed the first shirt he saw and threw it on as Kerry kicked him out. 

V double checked to make sure he had everything before leaving his apartment and heading to get to his car. The entire drive to the venue, V thought of what to say to Kerry and honestly, how the fuck does someone say, ‘hey I love you’ without making it weird or awkward? V shook his head at the thought and said he was just going to do it, fuck it. 

He parked on the side of the building, weaving between the fans trying to get backstage and smiled at Tasha. She had learned who V was quickly and smiled at him and allowed him in. She was telling him how he could chill backstage or on the side during the concert before leading him towards where Kerry was. The moment V spotted Kerry, his heart dropped. He was standing extremely close to another guy, smiling at him and giving him those fuck me eyes he always gave V. 

“Oh, hey V! Glad to see you!” Red Menace smiled at the man and hugged him tightly. Over the last few months, he got close to Us Cracks just like Kerry did. Kerry turned towards the two and smiled as he walked over to V. 

“Decided to show up, I see. Well, I’ll have to give you a special thank you after the show.” Kerry smirked as he made his way to V and closed the gap between them. 

“I don’t know if I’m staying. I, uh, have things I need to do.” V avoided eye contact with Kerry. He picked up the change in V almost instantly as he started walking.

“Let’s go somewhere private, V. Just chat a bit before the show.” Kerry said as he walked towards what was currently his little dressing room. V didn’t want to follow him but did it anyway, so he didn’t anger him. Once the two were in the room, Kerry closed the door behind him and locked it. V stood in the middle of the room as Kerry went to lean against a counter where all the mirrors were.

“Why did you bring me in here?” V finally asked as Kerry turned and looked over the other male.

“What the hell is going on, V?” Kerry asked, his arms crossed over his chest. V just watched Kerry as he sighed out. It was now or never.

“Look, Ker… I-we… well, you know how last week we were in that magazine? And they called me a Joy Toy?” V asked as Kerry nodded.

“Yeah. Those mother fuckers got a bad picture of me!” Kerry said, slightly angry as V shot a glare at him.

“Not the point, Ker. I don’t wanna be known as a Joy Toy, okay? I don’t want to be known as your latest fling or your fuck buddy. I wanna be known as… as…” V couldn’t seem to say it outloud. He felt stupid and embarassed. 

“As.. my boyfriend?” Kerry finished the sentence. V felt embarassed as fuck at that. Kerry walked over to V and grabbed his face in his hands. “You know, V, I’ll do anything you ask me to. And if that is to be your boyfriend, then I’m fine with that.” Kerry said as he pressed his lips harshly against V’s lip. V melted into the kiss before Kerry slowly pulled away.

“I’ve wanted that for a while…” V whispered, causing the rockerboy to chuckle.

“I was waitin’ for you to say something. If this was just meaningless sex, then I was fine with it. I was hopin’ it would turn into something more.” Kerry said before leaning in and placing another kiss to V’s lips.

“So, does this mean Kerry Eruodyne is no longer going to be a slut? No more man whoring?” V teased which rewarded him a quick slap to the chest.

“Shut the fuck up or else I might take back talkin’ about being your boyfriend.” Kerry glared at V as the other male rolled his eyes.

“Mr Eurodyne? Concert starts in 2 minutes.” A voice called from the other side of the door. Kerry and V both looked at the door before looking at each other.

“Stayin’ to watch?” Kerry said as the two walked out of the door. Kerry followed behind V as they began walking towards the stage.

“Of course. For my boyfriend? Anything.” V said as they got to the side of the stage. Kerry smiled and placed a small kiss to V’s cheek.

“I promise after we will go get dinner, something nice, then back to my place.” Kerry said as he got himself pumped for the show.

“Don’t hurt yourself up there. Gonna need you all good and in one piece later.” V teases as Kerry and him share a rough kiss before Kerry rushed up to the stage to start the concert.

[bucks-little-hop]

firefam of the traveling denim shirt (1.3k words)

Emilie made a fantastic gifset a while back that I loved so I wrote a fic based on it. Go check the gifset out here.

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Buck wasn’t going crazy. At least he thought he wasn’t. Chimney was 100% wearing his shirt. He may have stared at Chim for a little too long while trying to figure it out. It could easily be that Chim had bought a similar shirt in a size too large. Denim shirts were back in style. That could have been the case, if there wasn’t the bleach stain on the cuff from when he had accidentally spilled some wine on it and panicked. The question wasn’t why Chim was wearing his shirt, clothing swapping happened sometimes, it was more how exactly the shirt got into Chim’s possession. He didn’t remember lending it to him. Chim, or Maddie, usually got anything borrowed back to him pretty quickly. He didn’t remember leaving it at the station. Any possible reason he could think of didn’t explain why Chim would be wearing it to a cookout at the Grant-Nash household.

Buck wandered into the kitchen to ask Maddie. She seemed likely to know how it traded owners. Maddie always seemed to have information like that. 

“Hey Mads, any clue where Chim got that shirt?” 

Maddie didn’t bother to look up from where she was chopping up lettuce.  “No, why would I know? He does actually go shopping without me.” 

“It just looks oddly similar to a shirt I own.”  Buck kept his voice casual as he leaned against a counter. He wasn’t trying to sound accusatory. Answers were all he was after. 

Maddie thought for a second, before turning to look at Buck. “I did laundry at your house last week when my machine was broken. I must have picked it up then and just assumed it was Chim’s.”

“Okay good, I wanted to make sure I wasn’t going crazy. Not like last time when suddenly all my hoodies ended up in your closet.” 

Maddie gently bumped his side and gave him one of the imfamous innocent Buckley smiles. “I don’t know what you could possibly be talking about.” 

Buck rolled his eyes but followed her back outside. Maddie had taken his hoodies, claiming an older sister tax and that his were more comfortable because of how big they were. They had all been returned luckily. He couldn’t have handled shopping for a new wardrobe again. Not after the Great Pant Massacre she has caused. He could have worn shorts with his cast, but no. He needed options according to Maddie. 

He was pulled from his mourning of his pants from his voice being called in the yard. Chris, Denny, and Harry were all standing with Nerf guns, with a fourth one clearly meant for Buck. A smile grew on his face. How could he deny them the chance to pelt him with foam bullets? 

By the end of the night he had completely forgotten about Chim having his shirt.  It wasn’t until a couple of days later when Athena showed up at the station wearing the denim shirt in question. A slight frown came across Buck’s face. Athena already had two men’s closest she could borrow from. His was off limits. He already had Eddie stealing from it.

Athena gave her greetings, before going off to talk to Hen in the locker room. It was clear the two had plans for when Hen got off her shift. Buck could have gone and asked her how she got the shirt, but he had pulled a kind of dangerous stunt earlier and didn’t want to get yelled at by her. Instead, he figured he could annoy Chim about it. 

It didn’t take long to find Chimney. He was upstairs on one of the couches texting someone. Buck sat down on the other side of the couch and put his legs up on Chim’s lap. Based on the delayed reaction of Chim shoving his legs off, Buck figured he was texting Maddie. 

“What can I do for you Buckaroo?” Chim sounded amused, knowing whatever Buck wanted had to be good.  He still had Maddie’s contact pulled up on his phone, ready to text her whatever Buck said. 

“I just need you to help explain my shirt’s journey here. Maddie accidentally stole it from me and gave it to you, which I get. However, I don’t understand how it went from you having it to Athena suddenly having it.” Buck’s hands moved as he gestured in time with the words. At this rate, he figured he was going to end up buying a new shirt anyways. 

Chim’s brow furrowed in confusion for a second before the lightbulb went off above his head “Maddie got cold, so I lent her the shirt. She wasn’t wearing it when we left. She must have taken if off and left it somewhere at Athena’s. It’s a comfy shirt so I can see why Athena would take it.” They did have to leave the party in a bit of a hurry. Morning sickness was a lie, Maddie got sick all around the clock. Forgetting a shirt wasn’t their biggest worry.

Buck started to respond, before he saw Hen and Athena walking out of the station. Athena was no longer wearing his shirt, swapping it for a sweater he knew was Hen’s. Hen now had his shirt on. Buck let out a groan. “I’m never getting that shirt back, am I?” 

Chim, being the good friend he was, stifled his laugh. He gave Buck a pat on the knee. “If you really love it, it’ll come back to you.”

The bell went off before Buck had a chance to call Chim out on his fake wisdom. It wouldn’t have mattered if he had the chance anyways. He could have made fun of Chim, but he quickly would have been proven wrong when Eddie walked into his apartment wearing the shirt. Buck loved when Eddie wore his clothing. Their styles were similar enough that no one but the two of them tended to notice. It was a reassurance to see Eddie in his clothing. It helped to remind Buck that all of this was real, and not just something he had been imagining.

“You do love me.” Buck exclaimed when he saw the shirt. 

Eddie let out a small chuckle. “Yeah, I do? Thought we had established that.” He closed the door behind him before walking further into the apartment, dropping the takeout on the counter. 

“I meant the shirt, but I do love you too.” Buck leaned across the table to give Eddie a quick kiss before he started unpacking the food. 

“I think I’m going to need some kind of explanation here. I didn’t think you cared about this shirt more than any of your others.” Eddie grabbed his food and headed towards the couch. 

Buck followed behind Eddie, sitting down next to him. Close enough to either cuddle or steal some of Eddie’s food, whichever Buck felt like. “That shirt has gone on a journey. It travelled around pretty much the whole station. Chim gave me that bs line of it I love it that it’ll come back to me. It came back, but you should keep it. Looks better on you anyways.” It did look good on Eddie, everything looked good on Eddie. Buck could always steal it back if he really wanted.

Eddie rolled his eyes, but couldn’t keep the fond look off his face. “You just want me in your clothing, don’t you?”

Buck felt a blush rise on his face. He quickly pressed play on the movie. “Sorry I didn’t catch what you said, the movie was too loud.” 

Eddie didn’t bother to stop Buck’s antics. Eddie knew Buck liked when he stole the taller man’s clothing and that was fine with him. There was a certain pink sweater that Eddie had his eye on. Now he just needed an excuse to take it.

[rough-n-randy-rando]

Edd and Flow, The First Night Of Summer

The air smelled of summer. Earth and ozone were heavy in the humid air, intermittent storms making their way to torment the mountains to the west. Dogs yipped at fireflies as they rose from the tall grass near the swollen creek and fluttered about like wild embers in the creeping dusk. In the cul-de-sac, dinners were being eaten, chores were being done, plans were being made. This was the last summer of childhood, the gateway to Senior Year, to college tours and military recruiters roaming the halls, to future success or the pit of immediate mediocrity.

Kevin Barr worried that he was at the edge of the pit rather than on any path to a different, rosier outcome. He had cruised through high school on the bare minimum, lettering in any sport that involved a ball and some measure of physical violence. But Peach Creek isn't scouted like Boston or D.C. or Rhode Island, and so while the bare minimum was enough to allow his athletic career to go uninterrupted, his prospects were slim. His father's voice was stuck in his head saying, 'There's always the Army.' He shrugged it off, shuddering at the prospect of getting yelled at for a living by legions of men who reminded him of his father, minus the warmth and intelligence to cushion their authority and judgement.

This was the year to pull out the stops, make every Hail Mary he could think of, even if it were Lemon Brook Junior College. Last resort. 'There's always the Army.' Last of last resorts. But that was for another day, another time. Tonight, here and now, there was a party to attend, and worries to drown.

The party started to take shape around 7. Nate's family was in California on business and wouldn't be back till the day before graduation, so he naturally became the host and organizer. The first to arrive and help set up the well-loved speaker system was Johnny, with Plank's help of course. Then came Nazz with Kevin, Rolf following with a wagon full of various types of meats in plastic and metal containers. The Kankers arrived together bearing peace offerings of several cases of beer obtained through dubious means. Nate sanctioned the deal and declared his house neutral ground.

As a dozen or so other kids from Peach Creek High arrived and took advantage of Nate's luxurious home, the question arose, 'Where are the Eds?'

"Well I mean, I invited them." Nate said offhandedly as he thumbed through the playlist on his phone, settling on an EDM song who's only lyrics were, 'feed me your love'.

Kevin groaned and grabbed a beer from the rapidly draining supply in the fridge. "Eddy's gonna say something to someone and it'll all go South."

Nazz pinched his arm and stole the beer from his hand, topping off her solo cup before handing it back, "You're just worried he'll say something to YOU and YOU'LL make a big scene."

"I thought you were all buddy-buddy with the short one now, ever since that whole cross-country chase y'all went on in Junior High?" Nate also snatched Kevin's beer and took a sip.

"Eddy's Eddy, he's always out for another scam, something to make him money or make him look good."

"Well good, because I can only play my Spoofy playlist for so long before people get bored." Nate handed back the nearly empty beer to Kevin and turned to walk out to the pool. "We need a little excitement and scandal every now and again."

Kevin huffed and turned to Nazz, "He just doesn't know the Eds like we do."

Nazz shook her head and sipped at her drink, "Maybe just Ed or Double-Dee will show up, Eddy's supposed to be moving to The City right after graduation so for all we know he's apartment shopping right now."

"Yeah, maybe just Double-Dork…"

The lights in the house all cut out abruptly. People yelped and cursed, phone screens and flashlights piercing the darkness. The speaker system shrieked, causing even more chaos.

"The Germans!" someone cried out, causing nervous laughter and breaking a bit of the tension.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, and of course Kevin…"

"I knew it, Shorty had to make an entrance!" Kevin saw a pulsing neon glow approaching the rear fence near the pool and tried to make his way out of the house, tripping on Plank en route.

"I, Eddy Reese, your facilitator, your entertainer, your guy in the know, present for you an entertainment extravaganza unlike any you've ever seen!"

A stage adorned with stadium-quality lights that pulsed and flashed along to a heavy, percussive beat with what can only be described as a crystalline hissing sound rose over Nate's rear fence. It was emerging from the lane, slowly and deliberately, billowing thick grey smoke that flowed into the yard and even spilled onto the surface of the pool, obscuring a couple that was involved in some heavy petting. It was about 8 feet tall, 10 feet wide, and 6 feet deep, with a drawn, pitch-black curtain swaying slightly as the entire traveled through the air on barely visible supports.

"Whatever this is, I'm sold." Nate had stripped down to just his boxer briefs and had managed to adorn himself with glow bracelets and necklaces, as well as what looked like a military-grade chemlight that was clenched in his teeth.

"I knew the dorks would pull something!" Kevin had emerged from the house, Plank in one hand, a pocket flashlight in the other, which he used to scan the crowd for the usual suspects.

"Chill out Kev, this looks fun." Nazz had taken off her shirt and was also covered in glowing jewelry, her bra patterned with various amorous emojis.

"Yes hot of the collar Kevin, join in the merriment and cease your sour face making!" Rolf was wearing tube socks, a jock strap and not much else.

Everyone barely had a moment to take in the sight before the stage finally settled with a crescendo of electronic insanity, punctuated by the stage-lights all fading out and back in as a deep, dark red.

"People of Peach Creek!" A single floodlight snapped on and aimed skyward, revealing Eddy standing at the uppermost level of the stage, the light making him seem villainous. "I give you, Edstravaganza!"

The lights on stage began to strobe as the curtain parted, revealing none other than Ed, standing alone and wearing a billowing robe as well as a vacant but pleasant look on his face. The lights flashed brilliantly, like a chain of precise lighting strikes that dazzled and awed the rapt audience. They slowly diminished, easing into a weak but steady pulse. Ed stared out into the crowd and the crowd stared back. The crowd stared at Ed and Ed stared back. Ed stood upon the stage, a mysterious figure cloaked in magnificence and showmanship, and those gathered were in the palm of his hand. And that was it, he just stood there. The lights suddenly snapped to their full brilliance; Ed still unmoving.

"Hey, Lumpy, you're on!" Eddy's shoe dropped down and bounced off Ed's head, eliciting no response. Kevin began to laugh.

Suddenly, Ed threw off the robe, revealing that he was stripped to the waist with an intricate network of what looked like EKG nodes and wires crisscrossing his torso and arms.

"You Got it Eddy!" Ed threw out his arms and the lights turned a mossy, aquatic turquois, the strobes speeding up as he fluttered his fingers. As he raised his arms above his head the percussive beat rose in tempo as well, a slight whining pitch emerging from the depths of the stage. He clapped his hands and the lights all shifted to violet and indigo, bathing everything in color.

A woman's voice cut through all the sound and implored no one in particular, 'Trap for me!'

And so the party raged, guided by the kinesics of Ed and the occasional, orgasmic words of unseen men and women begging the audience to perform various vaguely musical actions. The party had grown, kids that weren't even from Peach Creek were arriving with more alcohol and more than a little drama. Word had gotten out, and Eddy quickly capitalized, charging admission and harassing people that tried to cheat the house by clambering over the fence.

Kevin escaped the borderline riot by climbing onto the roof, discovering that other exhausted party goers had gotten the same idea. He was soaked in sweat, and was splattered with the contents of several chemlights, looking almost radioactive. Even after stripping off his shirt he felt like he was running hot, and a few splotches of the glowing fluid were visible on his skin. "Damnit Nate…"

"Mix a solution of one teaspoon liquid dishwashing detergent, one-fourth cup distilled white vinegar, and one cup of cool water."

Kevin was startled and looked to the far end of the roof. Edd was sitting comfortably on a padded camping stool, with what looked like a control panel balanced on his knees. He was dressed casually, possibly owing to the humidity, wearing a tank-top with a design of the solar system across the chest, a fanny pack, and a pair of vintage men's athletic shorts that looked more at home on a beach in Florida than in a Peach Creek cul de sac.

"Oh, hey Double-Dee… uhm… what?"

"The recipe I gave was for a simple mixture that will clean the luminescent fluid from your clothing without ruining the color." He looked Kevin over and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Kevin felt his face get warm, though not in anger, more embarrassment, like he'd been caught with his, well, his shirt off on a rooftop in the dead of night.

"Oh, nothing, just having a laugh over the small amount on your skin, it's quite amusing."

"Yeah, Nate decided he wanted to write his name on his 'property' and went around trying to write 'NKG' on me and a few others." Kevin wiped at the fluid, smearing it more and transferring it to his palm.

"Well I see you escaped the branding, though not wholly unscathed." Double-Dee set down the control panel and walked over to Kevin, taking the glowing hand in his own. "Luckily this chemical is both non-toxic and simple to clean off."

Kevin watched Double-Dee consider his hand like some kind of specimen, a wave of prickly, cold needles washing over him at the coolness of the raven-haired teen's fingers played across his skin. Kevin felt warm, unusually warm, and while he could chalk some of it up to the rave going on just past the lip of the roof, he felt the odd sensation that it had something to do with the boy holding his hand. His other hand moved to his stomach and likewise smeared and stained itself, Kevin watching it with detached confusion.

"Oh my, now both your hands are glowing." Double-Dee lightly took hold of the other hand as well, making a flustered face that bordered on the maternally annoyed. "What are we going to do with you?"

Kevin didn't know why but his hands closed around the other boy's fingers, not harshly, not menacingly, but just enough to press them fully to against his own. Again, the difference in temperature between the two stirred up some bubbly, anxious humor in his belly and further south. Was that it, was it just that he was slightly colder, and his body was reacting to it? These thoughts and more came to a halt as he felt Double-Dee's hands squeeze back.

"Is something wrong, Kevin?"

The redhead instantly released the boy's hands and set about neurotically searching for something to do with his own; stuffing them in his pockets, wiping his forehead, scratching his belly, sliding under his very sweaty armpits, and finally hanging uselessly at his side. "Ah, no, just, your hands are cold, is all."

"I have poor circulation, Father ties it to my lack of physical exertion but Mother attributes it to an old Vincent family malady, we're all slaves to our genetics in the end." Double-Dee smiled pleasantly at Kevin, totally nonplussed.

Kevin nodded and nodded and grunted something akin to "uh huh, uh huh" without truly understanding a single word he'd said. It would seem impossible but a quiet settled between the two while the impromptu concert dominated the soundwaves all around.

"You two are cute."

The pair jumped, Double-Dee letting out a small squeak and Kevin throwing his cap at the now glowing Nate laying luxuriously on the roof nearby.

"Don't do that!" Kevin shouted.

"Do what, lay on MY roof watching MY friends get… friendly?" Nate flung Kevin's cap back at him.

"Nathaniel, you startled me." Double-Dee tugged at the front of his shirt, airing himself out.

"I have that effect on people." He stood and walked over to Double-Dee, putting him in a very intimate hug, soaked in sweat and chemlight fluid, still dressed in only his boxer briefs. "You really outdid yourself with the light show, makes Eddy's promoter shtick almost tolerable."

Double-Dee, clearly dismayed by the physical contact and the unsanitary state of Nate, nodded and tried his best to escape the teen's embrace. "Y-y-yes, ah, Eddy can be rather overbearing where profits are involved, I hope you won't hold it against him."

"No, but I'm fine with this situation as far as holding things against other people goes."

"While I appreciate the levity you're approaching the situation with I think I should go and try to calm Eddy down, as well as check on Ed, he must be parched."

"Yeah, Nate, I think Double-Dweeb has better things to do than get dry humped by you." Kevin knew his hands were balled into fists but for the life of him he couldn't explain why.

Nate nodded and released Double-Dee with a cartoonish, meaty, sucking sound as they came unstuck from one another. "Very well, please see to the evening's festivities."

A loud thud and a sudden burst of shrieking feedback came from the stage, the lights all snapping back onto flood-mode. Dismayed boos and surprised shouts came from the sizeable crowd below. The trio looked out and saw that Ed had collapsed to the floor in an inhuman puddle of sweat.

"All Done!" Ed wheezed from his place on stage.

Eddy fought his way to the stage, pockets and a backpack bursting with bills. He climbed on stage and began trying to revive the larger Ed, using entreaties and threats in equal measure.

"Oh dear, Ed must be absolutely exhausted, curse my curiosity!" Double-Dee started as though to leave but paused and turned to look at Kevin, biting his lip.

Kevin was frozen to the spot, his knees locking up and leaving him vulnerable to a stiff breeze. Double-Dee approached and removed a sky-blue bandanna from his fanny pack, using it to lightly scrub at Kevin's palm, lifting some of the glowing fluid.

"There, see, nothing drastic, just a little elbow grease, which I'm sure you have no shortage of." Double-Dee squeezed Kevin's bicep, pausing in appreciation, then hurried off, bidding Nate a brief farewell in passing. Kevin noticed a large letter 'K' written on his back in chemlight fluid.

"I couldn't help myself, after your Saved By The Bell moment I had to."

Kevin, unable to respond, walked towards the edge of the roof, Nate standing beside him. "Nate… not a word."

"What about a tasteful nude drawing?"

Kevin put his hand to Nate's back and gave a firm shove, sending him flying out into the crowd. As Nate surfed the rowdy sea of teens and the Eds alternatingly argued and tended to their friend, Kevin looked at the unremarkable blue bandanna and felt the unfamiliar cool needles attack him all over.

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[a-pretty-nerd]

Red Handed (Patrick Hockstetter x reader smut)

Requests: "If you’re not too tired of pat x reader could you do one where the reader and Patrick are hooking up somewhere and they get caught? Maybe by the gang or the losers? Love your fics they give me life ❤️" ~ Anonymous

"Could you make a one shot about Patrick hocksetter dating a cute innocent reader with lemons :3 lots of lemons 🍋🍋🍋" ~ @weepingprincepeace

I'm combining these, I hope thats cool! ✌❤

A/N: Keep requesting and such! So because I fucking feel like it, Imma go ahead and write that damn Jasper series. Another one, Ruby? YES! As always, your requests and feedback keep me goin'! ✌❤

Warnings: NSFW, sex, rough sex, public sex, etc.

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School dances weren't your scene. Well, really nowhere was your scene. But your mom made you go with your friends. Who all kind of wondered away from you with their boyfriends. They danced while you stood leaning against the snack table watching and waiting for your date to arrive.

Could you really call him a date? It wasn't so much like he asked you or you asked him. It was just a general understanding that at some point your boyfriend and his friends would crash the spring bash.

You awkward sipped at your punch as you swayed back and forth in your incredibly hideously pink dress decorated with gawdy lace and fake flowers. Your mother picked out for you, obviously. You didn't even see him walk in. All of a sudden, out of the corner of your eye you saw a tall shadow figure. You turned to see a lanky boy swaying his arms as he walked towards you. Dressed in ill-fitting office casual. His pants were a little too short, and so was his shirt.

Behind him came three, equally awkward guys. His friends. Wearing old button ups and jeans. Belch wore a clip on bowtie over his short sleaved button up with jeans. Henry only owned one pair of dress pants and an old flannel. Vic was the only one who looked like he somewhat belonged.

"Oh, h-hey!" You stood up straight and watched as Patrick's gaze waved from the crowd to you. He looked you up and down and gave a hardy chuckle.

"What the fuck is this?" He snorted, pulling up your dress skirt. You swatted his hand away.

"My mom picked it out..." you explained with an embarrassed blush. He nodded and stood next to you as you watched the crowd for a moment as he spoke.

"Makes sense. Peggy has shit taste..." he waited a second, "personally, I'd rather see you in...nothing at all." He purred as he leaned in and down to your neck. Your cheeks flushed a bright pink.

"Patrick!" You scolded wtih shrill embarrassment. He giggled into your neck and he kissed the soft flesh. You pushed him a little farther away.

"Aw c'mon sweetie pie," he cooed jokingly, "put out a lil won't ya?" He hooked you by your waist and pulled you to him. It made a chill go down your spine. "Lets get out of here." He rocked you from side to side as music played, almost dancing with you. The way his hands glided across your body, and way he looked at you. Oh god. "I wanna see these nice tits you've been hidin'" His hands slid up and gave two quick gropes.

"Hey!" You swatched again and he just laughed at you. "Patrick, y-you know how I feel about-"

"I'll change that." He told you as his hands went back to your waist and he kissed your neck. He made you melt. "C'mon. No ones in the hallway. We can sneak out to the janitor's closet." He pulled you out towards the door and into the hallway. You couldn't fight him. You wanted him too. His lips kisses your hungrily, sloppily, as you made your way to the closet. He practically threw you into the room with giddy giggles. It shut tight behind you, and you were left alone in the dark.

"Oohhh Patrick." You moaned as he left hickies on your neck. He quickly got your dress unzipped and he let it fall to the floor with a loud 'huff' of fabric. He instantly went for your breasts. Gropping and squeezing. He played with your nipples as he kissed them and sucked. He breathed heavily as he chuckled to himself. He pulled you close to him as his hips curved up so he began grinding against you through his pants. You whimpered as he played with you.

"I knew it. I knew you had a rockin' bod!" He cheered and laughed.

"S-Shut up." You struggled. He pulled away and through the darkness you heard him remove and drop his clothes. Before you knew it, he turned you around and pressed you against the shelves. His long fingers ran over your as and he took a sharp breath.

"And what a great ass too!" He remarked before giving a good slap.

"Ah! Hey! I didn't say you could- ow!" He spanked you again. He did again, and again. It made you wild. You pressed your ass against his cock and he chuckled at you as he ground himself against you again. Enjoying the sweet little sounds you made.

"Oh thats it." He growled and pulled your panties down to your knees. A single fingers dragged from the front to the back before he inserted a finger. "Haha, so wet." He remarked.

"N-No....Patrick." You moaned. He took a moment to finger you first before he pulled his finger and placed it in his mouth. You heard a loud smacking sound.

"Oh hoho, what a taste." He growled before you felt his tongue. He licked, and sucked, and nibbled anywhere he could.

"Ooohh Ah!" You cried. You squirmed for him as he held your ass and moaned into your wet flesh. He stood, and wiped his mouth with a slurp before he adjusted himself. You felt his tip, and you opened your mouth to say something. "Patrick, I- oooohhh FUCK!" You barked as he slid deep inside. You shut your eyes tight and braced yourself. He only took a few good slow thrusts, before he got intense. It felt so good. You moaned his name as he held your hips and started really fucking you.

"Fuck Y/A," he grunted, "you're a wild one, huh?"

"N-No." You whimpered.

"Oh yes you are." He leaned forward as he hips kept slapping against your ass. He stuffed his face in your neck and pulled your hair. "You can't lie to me. Your body's telling me everything I need to know." He snacked a hand down to your clit and played with it.

"Ah!!" You cried in pleasure.

"Like how you're about to cum." You kept your head dead down as he drove you to orgasm, pausing his own movements. Suddenly there was a loud creeking sound and a bright light came. Your heart jumped. You were still cumming and there was nothing you could do.

"FUCK OFF!" Patrick screamed at what appeared to be a young kid who was attending the dance.

"Ahhhh!!! Run Eddie! He's killed her!" A voice cried before the door slammed shut. You road out your high before Patrick just went back to fucking you.

"P-Patrick they...oh god- we-"

"I told you. You're a wild thing." He growled with a smile as he fucked you, harder. He fucked you senseless in that closest for what felt like forever. Making you cum, god knows how many times. Your eyes were rolled in the back of your head and you were focused on your breathing when Patrick started to really struggle. He bucked irrationally and grunted. His nails dug into your skin as he lost himself. "G-Gah..ah..fuck!" He cried as he came. You panted and leaned against the shelves. He leaned against you. His arm out stretched to balance the both of you as his chin rested on your shoulder. "Mmmh my wild little thing." He finally cooed.

Suddenly, the door opened again and you would have panicked had it not been for the intense wokrout prior.

"Patrick!" A voice shouted. He looked up at Henry, who stood in the doorway. "What the fuck man!? We've been lookin' all over for you! Those fuckin' loser kids keep shoutin' about you killin' someone!"

"I'm busy!" Patrick yelled back.

"Get your dick out of your girl and lets go!" The door slammed shut.

"Come on. We'll give you a ride home." He got himself dressed and just barley helped you. You felt dizzy. When you were dressed, he walked you out by your waist. And when no one was looking, he stole a kiss on the cheek.

[beepbeeprichiellc]

Part 3 for jester fic???

Hmmmmm sure.

Part 1, Part 2

It was quiet in the castle, the evening’s festivities haddrained the people, the announcement of the prince’s engagement being one ofthe most anticipated parties and now that it was over the kingdom had falleninto a deep sleep. For a silent moment, it seemed that only two servants wereleft awake. One being a handmaid, the other the king’s prized jester.

His feet were noiseless, moving along the marble floorquickly. The bag felt like lead on his back, carrying with it every item thathe owned along with all the regret that weighed him down. He had barrowed thedark robe and clothing from a fellow slave, well more like stole, he had nointention of returning the garments. There was a lingering presence all around,the walls speaking volume, telling him all of the sins he was about to commit.

Once he had made outside he awaited for Beverly by the stables,a painful knot forming in his stomach. The moon was full tonight, signifying change.Its looming company reminding him of the road ahead, fill with uncertainty andhardship. He knew this, had weight the costs against what he would gain and inthe end he figured that if he was ever going to sever his bonds, it would haveto be now. The crown was occupied, it would be at least a full day until theking would be informed of his absence.

He would be long gone by then.

“Richie.” A low voice called from around the corner of thebarn, signaling his friend’s presence. Trailing not far behind her was a whitesteed, his reigns leading him towards Richie. Beverly smiled, her grin looking foreignon her face. “It’s a beautiful night, don’t you think?”

“Hey Bevvey.” Richie replied, his voice dropping low. “Fancyseeing you here.” It was a quick witted response, one filled with unspokenemotions that neither of them knew how to confess. They had known each otherfor their entire lives, meeting as children who were dragged into the palace.Never did he think it would end like this, or that there would be a place thatshe wouldn’t follow.

“This well behaved boy is Archimedes.” She whispered, strokingthe horse’s neck.

“Archimedes, as in the princes prized stallion? Beverly whywould you pick-“

“You said you have not ridden in a decade.” The horsehuffed, leaning against the handmaid for more attention. “He is the mostbroken, gentle animal in this kingdom. Anyone can ride him and he is a totalsweetheart. I have given him a servant’s saddle, so not to draw any unwanted attention.”

Richie looked at the beautiful steed, reminding him of allthe times Eddie had bragged about how well he had trained him. There was asinking feeling in his chest, his heart hitting rock bottom. Nodding he tookthe reins, the horse moving closer to him. “Thank you, for everything.”

There was a sincere smile from his friend before she pulledhim into a hug, wrapping her extravagant arms around his shoulders. Richiemelted, his entire body becoming liquid under the emotional touch. Breathing inhe forced her scent into memory, wanting this moment to last forever. “Comewith me.” He found himself choking though a sob, “Please, just come with me.”

“I can’t.” She softly replied into his shoulder. “You know Ican’t Richie.”

They pulled apart, Richie nodding his head in agreement. “Becauseof Ben.” He replied, whipping away his tears. “I understand, I just wish thingswere different. I wish I was different.”

“This isn’t goodbye.” Beverly said, cutting his chin as she whippedaway his falling emotions. “This is ‘till we meet again.”

“Really?”

“Of course.” A warm smile curled at the corner of her lips, convincinghim of the severity of her words. “Someday I’ll follow, the time just isn’tright.” They embraced again, the feeling of her touch burning his skin, brandinga reminder on his tender flesh. It was a much shorter exchange, their timetogether fleeing. Once apart, Beverly nodded, her own tearful gaze dropping tothe space between them. “Is there any message that you want me to pass on, youknow to Eddie?”

Richie’s body shivered, the name hanging in the air likevenom. Their last interaction like a smoldering fire under his skin, the feelingof remorse and guilt gnawing at his insides. Was there something he wanted topass on? An apology? An explanation? No. The crowned prince would surely be toooccupied to notice his absence, and even if he did, why would he even care? Theywere nothing more than a physical release, and in the end they had both knownhow it would eventually end. “No.” He replied, shaking his head. “No, don’tbother.”

“Richie, he should at least know why-“

“I owe him nothing.” He cut harshly, his lip curling indisgust. “He has his new bride and soon, I’ll have my new life.”

For a second it looked as if Beverly was going to argue, topress the subject further but he moment passed, her face falling in defeat. Sheplaced a gentle kiss on his cheek, a worried grin forcibly pulled on her face. “Becareful, stay safe.”

Richie left near midnight on the same night his lover waspromised to another. It the wake of it all, two hearts were separated bycircumstance, by the cruel fate of the other. As he headed towards the edge ofthe kingdom, cloaked by the darkness around him he couldn’t help but wonder ifhe was making the right choice but the aching in the heart kept him on track.It would be near sunrise when he would meet a farmer who offered shelter, histimid smile and concerned look reminding Richie of what he had lost. And also whatwas taken from him.

“I already told you, I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

“Lying would be treason against the crown.” The guard saidin a gruff, intimidating voice. “You of all people should know what that entails.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Beverly could feel herface fluster in anger, the terrorization of the larger man not making her waver.She knew that this was protocol. They were merely doing their job but it wasuncalled for to insinuate her assistance, and extremely rude to remind her ofwhy she came to her enslavement.

“Your father was Alvin Marsh correct?” He replied, raising abrow. “The notorious gambler who sold you off to save his own skin.”

Frustration boiled in her blood, her eyes narrowing at theman before her. “How dare you!” She spat, taking a dangerous step closer, herfinger like a dagger pointed to him. “How dare you speak to me that way!”

“Lower your voice.” The guard nipped, straightening hisposture. “I can have you in prison for threatening a member of the king’s court.”He lowered his tone, a suggestive desire interlacing itself in his words. “Isuggest you watch your tongue or I’ll cut it out.”

“Is that so? Well why don’t you-“

There was a strong hold on her bicep, holding the fumedhandmaid in place. Beverly though of fighting against it, of truly teachingthis guard respect but a soothing voice washed over her, calming her nerves. “Ithink that’s enough, don’t you have others to question.”

“Is she with you?” The man asked, gesturing to Beverly.

“Yes.“

“You better watch her, or your little play thing will end upin the gallows with that mouth.” The tall man sneered, giving Beverly one longlingering look before turning heel and pressing back down the servant corridor.His loud footsteps striking fear in the other timid slaves.

“I could have handled that.” Beverly bit, pulling out of theothers grasp. “I’m not a damsel in distress.” Turning she was met with a pairof amused eyes, a grin spreading across the merchants face. Her angerdisappeared as quickly as it had risen, the sweetened look on her lovers facesending away any wicked thoughts that she might have had.

“Oh I know it.” Ben replied softly, “I have never met a girlthat could kick as much ass as you could.”

This made her snort, slightly taken aback by his flirtation.She adjusted her dress, making sure that she had thoroughly wiped her handsbefore turning back to the Ben. “So, did you have a good evening?” He askedcasually, leaning against the threshold of the kitchen. “Anything I should knowabout?”

Beverly felt the back of her neck redden, feeling pryingeyes glance over to her as other people went about their business. With a quickdecision she grabbed hold of her beau’s wrists, dragging him down to the servant’scourters. Ben followed obediently, putting up no resistance. They reached Richie’sdoor, making her heart race.

“We should be able to talk in here.” She whispered, lookingbehind her to make sure that they had not been followed. “Tozier didn’t share abunk, due to his status.”

Ben nodded, watching Beverly’s long, elegant fingers liftthe lock and opening the door. The two stopped in their tracks, noticing ahunched figure against the bed frame. The boy looked up to meet their gaze,terror covering his blotchy face. “Leave.” He growled, throwing aside somethingthat had been in his hand. “Now.”

“Prince Edward?” Beverly whispered, taking a cautious step forward,ignoring the tug on her shoulder. “It’s me, Beverly. Richie’s friend?”

His gaze faltered for a second, the name lingering betweenthem making the prince flinched as if she had burned him. Shaking his head hisvoice came back full force, “I don’t care who you are. I said leave.” The face hewore was marble but his eyes, Beverly took notice that his eyes were full ofpainful sorrow.

“Beverly come on.” Ben whispered, grabbing her waist. “Sorryyour highness, our deepest apologies.”

“That’s the necklace isn’t it?” She asked, squirming out ofher suitors grasp. “The one you gave him for his last birthday.”

“How do you know that?” Eddie asked, biting his bottom lipas his entire charade began to slip. His fingers pulled the string from the mattress,lifting the metallic pendent. It was a moon, Beverly remembered Richie gushingover the damn thing for weeks, his face full of excitement. The two commonerswatched their crowned prince frown, lowering the piece of jewelry back into hispalm, his fingers biting onto it instantly.

“I can’t believe he would just leave.” It was a whispered confession,one that seemingly fell to the wooden floor with a loud clang. Tears began totrail down the small boy’s face, his body shaking as a sob over took him. “Ijust don’t understand what I did wrong.”

“Your highness-“

“Eddie.” He corrected, looking up the two intruders. “Myname is Eddie.”

Beverly looked at Ben, who shrugged. “Eddie.” She repeated,the name sour in her mouth. “You are promised to another, she is to be yourwife.”

“Not by choice.” Eddie choked, shaking his head. “You thinkI want this? That I want my father to marry me off for his gain? The only thingI had ever wanted, ever even cared for was Richie and now…” He trailed off,silent tears making pathways down his cheeks. “It doesn’t matter I suppose.” Itwas a whisper that was not meant for them but was dropped at their feet nonethe less. “There’s no other way, I’ll be married next month and Richie is gone.My life is set in stone.”

A second skipped by, the air thick with emotion. Beverlyfelt herself fall, felt the world crumble before her as she watched herkingdoms next king whimper in his lovers bed. Slowly she crossed the room,kneeling in front of the withering boy. Her hands rose to his face, cupping hischin as her thumbs erased his tears, similar to what she had offered Richiemerely sixteen hours ago. Surprisingly, Eddie leaned into her touch, his handsmoving to grasp her wrists. Her truthful words sipped from her lips, filling thespace.

“Nothing is set in stone.”

[richiesmashmouthtozier]

Sleep in the Heat!

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CHAPTER 2 

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A/N: Hello!!!!!!!!

this chapter was super fun to write and I honestly love it, but I’m not getting too deep yet and this is just a fun little in between story. next chapter will be more ~intense~

DESCRIPTION: Beverly Marsh was cursed with her hit not being hard enough and her dad coming back to  consciousness after being bashed in the head with a glass tray. The abuse only gets worse until the losers respond to a distress call and walk in on Mr. Marsh suffocating his own daughter. Things get out of hand when a huge fight breaks out between the six teenage boys and a grown man ending in murder. The losers were forced to pack up and leave their home on a road trip to find a place to breathe,,,

DISCLAIMER: I tried to write in songs during the situations so if you could, I suggest changing the song as the losers do in the story to add more effect :3

Pairings: REDDIE HOLY SHIT!!!, stenbrough, benverly, mentions of beverie

a list of the songs for this chapter (2)  in order:

Age of Consent- New Order

Whip it- DEVO

this is some fun shit so you know just go with it

and without further ado,

enjoy

“St-stan, are you oh-oh-o-okay?”

“What?” Stan’s eyes left the empty road for the first time in a long while and he noticed how white his knuckles were turning as he gripped the wheel.

“You suh-seem tense,” Bill subtly played with Stan’s hand in his own.

“Yeah-I-I’m fine. Is everyone awake yet?” Stan said eyeing the radio that radiated the song “Age of Consent” by New Order.

“Just me and Bev back here,” Mike said drawing their path on the map in a blue sharpie.

“Yep,” Bev was eating chips under two blankets, “Does anyone know why the two weirdos are soaking wet in the backseat?”

“What?” Stan was now genuinely confused, “They’re wet?”

“Holy shit they are,” Mike noticed a little late.

“What the hell? They’re gonna mess up the mattress!” Stan said torn between focusing on the backseat or the road.

“Wait don’t ruin the moment! I think they’re cuddling or something!” Bev said above everyone.

“Yeah the-th-they were pr-probably fruh-freezing!”

“Wait let me grab my camera!” Mike said bending down to shuffle through his bag.

“You still have film?”

“I snatched some from the last store raid.” Stan just rolled his eyes and kept one grip on the wheel the other on Bill’s hand. Bill just sunk into his pillows at the touch of Stan holding him. They were in love and everyone knew it. Richie was the first Stan told and Bill told Eddie. Richie still remembers the rumors of Bill wanting to ask him out and how Stan was a total freak-out about what he would do if he did. Stan always knew that Richie would be the first he’d go through because of all the “relationships” he’s been in. Everyone already knew Richie liked both girls and guys since growing up he would embrace it, not knowing it was frowned upon. When his parent finally noticed after a couple years, when he brought home his first date that wasn’t a girl, it wasn’t pretty, but the losers were there for him when they broke up. That was years ago and Eddie didn’t even know love like that existed in the first year of high school, but that summer said it all.

The sound of Mike's camera and the flash bouncing off the walls woke up the two. Eddie jumped but Richie just slowly opened his eyes and slowly reached for his glasses and murmured, “What the fuck…”

Mike grabbed  the piece of paper that popped out of the top of the camera and shook with a grin.

“Wake up assholes we’re almost to the next gas station,” Bev said crumbling the empty chip bag.

“Fuck what- what time is it?” Richie said while running his fingers through his damp hair.

“You guys scared me what the hell!” Eddie frantically looked around. For a split second he forgot why he was wet but then he became wide-eyed.

“What’s the deal with the whole wet blankets?” Bev spoke up again.

“We took a walk,” Richie rubbed his eyes and place the glasses on his face so the adhesive tape holding both sides together, was placed on his nose. Eddie just looked down.

“A wuh-wuh-walk?” Bill stuttered out.

“Yeah. It felt good,” Richie put his chin on the seat in front of him without a care and Bev reached up to play with his hair. Eddie observed them with his back against the wall. The two had been best friends for years but everything changed when Rod Stewart’s “Forever Young” started playing at the school's Halloween dance. They kissed and started dating. That was over a year ago, and in that year they decided to be just friends, moving on surprisingly well. Eddie still remembers sitting next to Richie when they all went out for pizza after. He sometimes thought that Bev still liked him but he knew Richie wasn’t interested in dating her.

“All this commotion and haystacks still asleep,” Richie chuckled.

“Be nice Richie, you know he’s a hard sleeper,” Bev said, “and to be fair you woke up to the sound of a photo being taken,”

“And the flash!” Richie defended himself jokingly.

The car came to a stop and so did Ben’s slumber, “Oh we’re here,” He said and everyone laughed at his late reaction.

“Who’s going in this time?” Mike said. Stan and Bill looked away because Stan usually got gas and Bill stayed with him.

“It’s Eddie’s turn I think,” Bev pointed out while Eddie sighed in disappointment.

“I’ll go too,” Richie said, he was fidgeting with his fingers. Road trips didn’t work well with ADHD.

“Do yourself a favor and change before you go out with wet clothes,” Bev said while she hauled his and Eddie’s duffel bags from under her seat.

“Gee thanks, fashion police,” he smiled and handed Eddie his duffel, “here ya’ go, Eds.”

Eddie mumbled, “Don’t call me that,” and unzipped the bag.

The two boys emerged from the car to an outside that had softer rain than earlier. They came out fresh in dry clothes and two backpacks. Eddie wore black jeans that were faded to a dark grey, with rips from many different things like running from the Bower’s gang and falling, on top he wore his NENA shirt with the album cover of the song he and Bev enjoyed (99 luftballons) and an old jean jacket they stole from a thrift store. Richie was wearing blue jeans with far too many unnatural rips from messing around outside and a shirt that read “The Beatles” under his father’s old leather jacket that was big on him.

The two scurried through the big parking lot and the car drove to the gas pumps. The gas station was bigger than their past hauls, which made it all the more fun. The song “Whip it” by DEVO played over the speakers in the store as Richie grinned and threw his arm around Eddie then casually nodded his head to the cashier that welcomed them in.

“Okay I’m going to the drink section to get some water bottles and you handle the snacks.” Richie was like a ventriloquist and barely moved his mouth when he whispered it. Eddie nodded and sink into the last few seconds of contact with him then they broke off. Eddie went to the furthest aisle from the cashier and dropped his bag on the floor with the zipper pulled to open. He started slow and grabbed a couple candy bars when he heard,

“Holy shit!” Richie exclaimed, “it’s our big break!”

The employee had gone to the back room and with no one else in the road side store, they went ham.

Eddie poured candy bars and chips into his bag and Richie didn’t have to be considerate by only grabbing water. He stocked up on red bull’s and soda pops. They grabbed anything and everything they could. Eddie was tearing open wrappers and chowing down on chocolate bars.

“We did it, Eds!” Richie threw his coat in the air, “we won!”

“Holy shit Richie!” Eddie followed suite and threw his hand in the air when they met in an aisle and shared a Pepsi.

“What is going on in here?!” The worker yelled from the end of the row. Eddie looked at him in shock. Richie whipped his head to the employee then quickly pushed Eddie against the shelf and they clashed lips. Eddie dropped his can of pop and let it fall. Richie wrapped his hands around Eddie and the short boy got too into it and started kissing back. Eddie could feel Richie’s hands trail down to his butt, as much as he wanted to wrap his leg around Richie he hesitated too long. The worker stared at the couple for a few seconds and awkwardly scurried off to the back room to get a mop again. Eddie’s hands wrapped around Richie and trailed up to one in his hair and the other on his shoulder. Richie trailed down and started kissing his neck, Eddie’s eyes went wide while he inhaled sharply. Richie reached down and grabbed a gallon of gas from the shelf. He broke off the kiss and showed the container of liquid with a grin.

The two emerged in victory and Eddie a hickey.

A/N: CRACK THAT WHIP! this chapter was really fun to write and wasn’t as fluffy as the last one lol but I hope you still liked it;)))))) next chapter will be posted soon!

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Encouragement is really helpful and motivating if you’re liking the series! please don’t be afraid to talk to me about your thoughts! I’m probably just as awkward as you!

see ya next time!

[angidescent]

Tonight I'm seeing Iron Maiden live for the 5th time. It's always an emotional time for me and I started thinking about a blog post I wrote about it in 2016. Figured I'd copy it here just in case anything ever happens to my Wordpress blog.

A Musical Memorial

April 21, 2016

“And in a moment the memories are all that remain, / And all the wounds are reopening again” – “Blood Brothers” by Iron Maiden

I firmly believe that a life without music is not worth living. It reaches into the deepest parts of our souls and allows us to process or feel every emotion imaginable. It makes us relive moments. Music has the ability to break all cultural, societal, economic, and language barriers to make us feel something powerful. And no person experiences or hears a piece of music the same way. It is also a well-known fact that in the metal community, there is a deep connection among the members. Some say there are no strangers in metal, just friends we haven’t met yet. While music has always had this magical hold over me, Iron Maiden in particular has the power to make me feel every emotion and relive almost every moment of my life. Especially the most painful ones. It has taken me a while to write this, but earlier this month, I attended my fourth Iron Maiden concert. To understand the significance of this, you need to understand why this band in particular is closely tied to my relationships with three important men in my life. After I get those details out, I promise to rip your heart out with a very emotional story.

I am very fortunate to be a second generation metalhead, hence my common use of the phrase “from the womb to the tomb” to describe my metalhead status. It can be argued that metal music always brought me comfort because Dad would sing metal songs to me as lullabies. Yes, Enter the Sandman and Screaming in the Night were excellent lullabies! And when I became a properly sentient larvae, I would pick CDs to fall asleep to. I essentially stole Iron Maiden’s Somewhere in Time and Twisted Sister’s Big Hits and Nasty Cuts from him. Some of my favourite childhood memories are sitting in the living room while Dad acted like a DJ. He would play all sorts of records, cassettes, or CDs and tell us trivia or memories associated with them. He’d also quiz us on what band or album it was, a game Sister never excelled at and hated! I am happy to report that she is much better at it now. Perhaps it was partly due to me always being a daddy’s girl, but metal has remained my primary genre of music throughout my life. He was so damn proud of me when I started my metal and punk radio show in university!

Growing up as a metalhead was frustrating at times. I’m not usually one to pull this card, but being a girl didn’t help. Other than liking the odd song or band, most of the other girls didn’t listen to metal. And the boys? Well I stopped even mentioning my music preferences because most of them would claim I was lying or quiz me to prove my authenticity. Hell, even Spike didn’t quite believe me when we first met, but I soon made him see the truth. What didn’t help my case was the fact that I was a shy kid and tried to blend in to avoid being bullied. I wore casual, bright clothes while at school and got straight-As; I didn’t fit the stereotype. I will never forget the look on my Literature 12 teacher’s face the day he played Iron Maiden’s “Rime of the Ancient Mariner” in class. He hated metal and lectured the whole time he was setting up the CD player about how much he hated metal and expected the students not to enjoy it, but he was going to play this anyway because it was an example of how old poetry can still be relevant in modern culture. He was obviously shocked and disappointed in me when he noticed I was quietly drumming on my desk and lip syncing while pretending to serenade my ballerina friend.

That moment in Literature 12 was also a significant one for Ragehorn and I. You see, although Ragehorn and I had known each other since elementary school, we weren’t close. In high school we ended up in two of the same social circles, but remained friendly acquaintances at best. During grade 12, after the majority of one of those circles had graduated, we finally became proper friends. Maybe it was just out of loneliness. For the first time since elementary school, we had classes together and were both on the Scholarship Team, so we got better acquainted. But when he looked over during that moment in Lit class and I noticed his foot tapping along, we had a sudden realization that we had more in common than we thought. After that, our bond continued to grow and developed into full-fledged best friend status when we started university.  And Maiden continued to be the soundtrack of our friendship: driving around town, sitting in the campus hallways, or passionately arguing when we had different opinions about individual songs or albums. Through me, Spike and Ragehorn also became close friends and it wasn’t long before people started cracking jokes about me having two boyfriends or calling Ragehorn Spike and I’s boyfriend. We were quite happy with our platonic threesome whatever way you sliced it.

The first time Iron Maiden announced a concert near me in my lifetime, I told Dad we were going. He didn’t even have a choice; he was bringing his daughter to the slaughter! I was 19 at the time and also asked my boyfriends if they wanted to come. Of course they did, it was Iron fucking Maiden! By Eddie that was a magical night! It was Spike, Ragehorn, and I’s first big concert and we were excited!  Ragehorn was a really shy, quiet guy during this stage of his life and didn’t know Dad well yet, so he almost pissed himself the first time Dad let out a scream. While the three of us were head banging and yelling, Ragehorn quietly rocked out with foot tapping, head bobbing, and the odd horned salute. And he definitely pissed himself when we were driving home and “scary” Dad told my uncle over the phone that he had to switch spots because Ragehorn wouldn’t stop grabbing his ass. It took a while for him to get used to Dad’s humour. Two years later, Iron Maiden returned and Dad, Spike, and I bought tickets! Ragehorn originally declined our invitation, but decided to come last minute and bought a spare ticket my uncle had right next to us. In those two years, he had become much more outgoing and knew Dad quite well so he threatened to grab Dad’s ass outright. Thankfully his head banging had also improved. At the time Cupcake and I had this shtick where we would send “snexy selfies” to one another. The point of them was to be unflattering or downright goofy. The night of the second Maiden concert, we took this snexy shot:

I will always be so thankful that Ragehorn decided to join us that night because less than a month later, he was dead. Yep, the night of his birthday a whole group of us were celebrating. We had a designated driver (me) and left his ride at a totally different location blocks away from where we were. No one thought anything of him and Orange going for a walk around the block to sober up because that is what they had done for years without incident. For whatever reason though, they decided to walk to the bar we left the car at and drive that night. If there is anything positive to this heartbreaking and traumatic experience, it was that it was a single car crash and they both died painlessly on impact. The only people that suffered were those left behind to grieve. When Ragehorn’s mother wanted his guitar played at their funeral, we knew it had to be an Iron Maiden song. It was decided that his bandmates, Spike and Saiyan, would perform. Dad, Spike, and I spent hours deciding on what song to choose before “Blood Brothers” hit us like lightning. Leading up to the funeral, even more hours were spent in my parents’ living room arranging and rehearsing a shortened, acoustic version. And crying…lots of crying. Saiyan couldn’t touch Ragehorn’s guitar at first, so he used my guitar; which he had to retune because Ragehorn had decided to tune it drunk a couple weeks before. I’ll never forget the moment he unconsciously grabbed Ragehorn’s guitar and Mom quietly saying “Saiyan…don’t panic, but do you realize what’s in your hand?” He almost dropped it, but from that point on he used it. Every minute from the moment we realized Ragehorn and Orange were missing to the day after the funeral is burned in my memories, but the performance at the funeral is a particularly vibrant one. Watching Saiyan hesitate picking up the guitar, Spike singing every painful emotion, me gripping Cupcake and Toxic’s hands when I saw my ever strong father crying. It was the only performance Thanatos Instinct ever did; the band couldn’t go on after losing Ragehorn. Further on the Maiden theme, the shirt Ragehorn bought at one of the concerts was turned into a stunning memorial teddy bear.

Not a day goes by where I don’t think about Ragehorn and Orange at least once, but as the Maiden concerts approach it becomes almost unbearable. The first Maiden concert without Ragehorn was two years after he died. I cried for days leading up to it; it was the first one without him and the universe didn’t seem fair. Assholes will argue that he somehow deserved to die for driving drunk, but Spike and I didn’t deserve to lose our best friend when we were all so young. We didn’t deserve to lose our best man before we even got engaged. The first song that got to me that night was “Afraid to Shoot Strangers,” a favourite of ours to blast in the truck while driving around in the middle of the night. Then came “Wasted Years,” the ringtone I had assigned for his calls. Along with “The Evil That Men Do,” which they played later, these were the tracks I played on repeat when I couldn’t control my grief. With lyrics like “And I will pray for her, I will call her name out loud/And I will bleed for her, if I could only see her now” and “Too much time on my hands, I got you on my mind/Can’t ease this pain, so easily/When you can’t find the words to say it’s hard to/make it through another day/And it makes me wanna cry and throw my hands up to the sky,” they struck all the right emotional chords. As Hans Christian Andersen said, “Where words fail, music speaks.” But even with the tears, it was cathartic. Yes, it was painful, but it was also a perfect time to remember him and all the crazy adventures we had. It made us feel like a piece of him was still with us if only for a few moments.

It has been over 5 years since we lost Ragehorn, so as the lights were going down and Maiden was taking the stage this time, I thought to myself “let’s see if I can do this without crying! Tears are not metal!” I’d have thoughts like “Ragehorn would be so mad because these seats are amazing,” but I was keeping positive. I was doing fine…until the encore. The front man, Bruce Dickinson, was doing his little speech between songs to introduce the next one, and then he caught me off guard with a song I didn’t expect: “Blood Brothers.” Sure, they had played it at the second concert we attended, but I didn’t expect them to perform it again. As soon as Bruce said the word “blood,” I started tearing up. As the music started, Dad looked back at me and said “Ragehorn’s with us.” At that point, I fully broke down crying. Spike hasn’t been able to listen to the song since the funeral, so I wrapped my arms around him, buried my face in his chest, and just cried as I sang along. I started to compose myself as the song ended, but they followed it up with “Wasted Years.” I texted Cupcake “Fuck they’re doing Blood Brothers” followed by “And they fucking followed it with Wasted Years.” Then I sent her a snexy selfie of me all teary-eyed giving the horns, haha! I belted the song out as loud as I could, tears still streaming down my face. And what went through my mind when this happened? I just pictured Ragehorn standing with us, laughing at me and too proud of himself for making me lose emotional control; for making me cry in a METAL concert! As much as he hated seeing me cry, I know a piece of him would love that we still miss him so much. That we still think of and celebrate him at every Maiden concert, throw a little birthday party for him, and tattoo our bodies because we loved him so much.

[geekade]

Legion of Spoilers - Chapter 2

“Well, we know where we’re going, but we don’t know where we’ve been….”

“We find your powers, we see your triggers. But what matters most: We make you whole.”

Accompanied by a voiceover that suggests this may already be a memory, David and his rescue team arrive at the impossibly lovely institute Dr. Bird runs to teach people like him and Syd to understand and master their powers. Noah Hawley has hinted that Legion takes place in an alternate universe, and Summerland appears to be this world’s School for Gifted Children, with Dr. Bird as its Professor X. By way of introduction she explains to David that humanity has begun to evolve, and that the government maintains “divisions” dedicated to tracking and studying people with superhuman abilities. Her people rescued him from Division Three. Bird goes on to explain that David’s “symptoms” are evidence not of mental illness but of telepathy and possibly telekinesis. She teaches him how to “turn down the volume” on the thoughts he’s been hearing all his life and promises that tomorrow the “memory work” will begin.

“Memory work” turns out to consist of revisiting actual memories in a plexiglass shed equipped with a kind of analog telepathic LAN table. David is accompanied by Dr. Bird and Ptonomy as the latter shepherds them through a series of memories that can’t seem to go long before turning odd, sinister, or outright frightening. The series continues to tease out the events that preceded David’s institutionalization and begins to expand on his childhood. David and Amy (and an adorably dumpy beagle) shared what appears to have been a happy rural youth, and his memories of her and their mother seem untainted. But a strangeness permeates recollections of his father, whose face is hidden in shadow. And whether he is reading a bedtime story about a matricidal boy or driving them out for some late-night stargazing, young David seems to regard his father with rather more awe – or fear – than anything resembling the ease he shows with Amy or his mother.

Legion’s characteristic quick cuts also give us glimpses of David’s life shortly before Clockworks, which in this episode alternated between counterproductive sessions with the ill-fated Dr. Poole and attempts to self-medicate. With Poole, as with Kissinger and Bird, David is uneasy and evasive, ducking questions with halting, clumsy deflections which may or may not include actual time jumps. He’s much more at ease with Lenny, whose friendship predated their concurrent hospitalizations. In this episode’s flashback she greets David after one of his appointments astride a stolen stove. They wheel it to The Greek (Eddie Jemison), and Lenny convinces him to accept the stove in exchange for a vial of blue liquid. A creepy amphibian humidifier transforms this liquid into the Vapor. As Lenny settles into her high, muttering “Red leather, yellow leather,” David looks over and sees her briefly replaced (possessed? transformed?) by the Devil with Yellow Eyes.

This time viewers move through David’s memories with Ptonomy and Dr. Bird, whose experience of them is as disjointed and disorienting as ours. Flummoxed by the tangle of his past, Dr. Bird arranges for David to undergo a neural scan to map his memories. The scan – an alt-universe MRI apparently assembled with spare parts from the Fallout universe – instead reveals a large amygdala and a pattern of neural activity that doesn’t correlate with typical memory recall. This activity culminates in a spike that sends Cary Loudermilk scurrying from the control room, leaving David trapped in the machine while the Devil with Yellow Eyes comes close enough to touch him. In his panic David teleports the entire machine out into the yard.

The neural activity spike Cary witnessed was David non-corporeally projecting himself to the source of the voice he’d heard calling him. It belonged to Amy, who was spelling his name for a recalcitrant administrator doggedly denying he’d ever been a patient at Clockworks. Amy seems to hear David call her name, but he’s powerless to intervene as The Eye finds her. Syd talks David out of his intended one-man rescue mission, promising that they’ll be better equipped to help once David has a grasp of his powers. That’s no comfort to Amy, who ends this episode in a grimy, decrepit room facing The Eye and an aquarium-like box filled with inky, eel-like slitherers.

Legion’s second chapter is preoccupied with wholeness. It’s a core tenet of Summerland, where Dr. Bird promises to make David whole by reconnecting him with the power everyone else wrote off as a dangerous delusion. By assimilating the events and emotions that accompanied its appearance, Bird believes all her charges can master their powers. (It remains to be seen, however, whether this mastery itself is Summerland’s ultimate goal; Ptonomy alludes to David’s possible value in the war but does not elaborate.) Ptonomy is trying to assemble David’s memories into something recognizably linear and coherent. Amy is tracking him down to make their family whole again. And Syd and David continue to build a romance out of the few intimacies possible when physical contact is out of the question.

David resists the call to wholeness, constrained by fear and circumstance. He lacks the resources and ability to confront The Eye and save Amy, and his power is just as likely to accidentally injure her as it is to take out Division Three. He has bifurcated his consciousness to avoid the Devil with Yellow Eyes: No matter how many times Ptonomy replays David’s time-jump memory glitches, there’s a greater-than-zero chance no single timeline exists to be reassembled. And however positive and well-intentioned it may be, Dr. Bird’s insistence that David has experienced no delusions, only unacknowledged manifestations of his powers, contains a terrifying implication: If Dr. Bird is right, the Devil with Yellow Eyes is real. David can no longer write off the apparition as a mere hallucination, and even Syd finds it difficult to speak of the creature she glimpsed while her consciousness was in David’s body. Fortunately, this does nothing to impede their nascent romance, whose incompleteness may be its security. Pieces are manageable, but anything still in one piece is just moments away from being shattered.

QUOTES

·       “The human race is beginning to evolve.”

·       “Why is it blue?” “It’s always blue.”

·       “How do I know they won’t kill her?” “Because she’s bait.”

ODDS & ENDS

·       David is munching on a Twizzler when he emerges from Dr. Poole’s office, the same candy he stole from Lenny last episode to flirt with Syd. In spite of this possible evidence to the contrary, I refuse to believe Lenny is just in his head.

·       Lenny proposes a heist on Dr. Poole’s office, perhaps foreshadowing the unfortunate event referenced by Dr. Kissinger?

·       When David and Lenny do the Vapor, there’s a birdcage in the living room. In later scenes the bird and the cage are missing.

·       In rather disappointing news, The World's Angriest Boy in the World is not a real book. Thepassage we hear is a great (if chilling) riff on how warped and violent children's stories can be.

·       “Snik-snak” is equal parts Wolverine and Vorpal Sword and my new favorite onomatopoeia.

·       Both Cary Loudermilk’s computer and daughter share the name Kerry. (Paging Indiana Jones.)

·       Thanks to his astronomer dad, David can casually name-check Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Boötes, Canis Major, Lupus, and Telescopia, and they talk to him.

·       I’ll start calling them mutants when the show does.

·       The lyrics sung over the opening scene are from The Talking Heads’ “Road to Nowhere,” whose video shares a certain aesthetic sensibility with Legion. Surreal animations, nested images, and time jumps play over a man who never stops running. David Byrne described the song as “a resigned, even joyful look at doom.”

FAN THEORIES, or WHAT THE HELL I THINK IS GOING ON

·       I was wrong about Syd being unreal and I may be wrong about Lenny being real. Whoops.

·       I’m much less confident this week about the significance of colors, although I continue to believe they indicate something, even if that turns out to be nothing more than Hawley adopting the comic book convention of a single outfit and/or signature shades.

·       Nevertheless, this week’s Colorwatch: That weird bird in David's vapor flashback was colored almost identically to the Clockworks orderlies’ uniforms. In both past and present tense Amy is wearing pastels, suggesting a childlike innocence or vulnerability. Summerland is dominated by fresh green, white light, and pale wood, with the exception of the sleeping quarters and lab. Dr. Bird dresses in neutral tones of cream, ivory, and beige. David's father's pickup is red and white, the same vivid red that recurred throughout the previous episode. As David ages through childhood, his clothes progress from primary colors to mostly yellow, perhaps alluding to the Devil’s imminent appearance. The stove Lenny steals is orange, a shade similar to the scarf Syd always wears. Lenny wears olive green, red, and black, and settles into her Vapor high muttering “Red leather, yellow leather.” Finally, while Chapter 1 dealt primarily in solids and the occasional stripe, Chapter 2 has introduced more complex patterns and textures, as the plot thickens and David begins to grapple with the complexity of his situation.