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demons2003 · 1 year ago

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My Boys (Chapter 57)

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Steve's pov

"Have you seen or heard from Eddie recently?" Dustin asks into the phone for what felt like the 100th time. "Eddie Munson," Max says into another phone. God, why has no one heard from him? I ignore them both and try to focus on the work I was meant to be doing right now. Shit, Y/n's been asleep for a really long time. I hope she's ok. "All right. DoctorZhivago. It's a double VHS. It's long. But that's because it's filled with action and romance, and a little bit of suspense," I flirt a little, feeling worse than I normally do. "So, my boyfriend won't, like, totally puke when I bring it home?" She asks me, filling me with so much happiness. "Oh, you... your boyfriend?" I try to pretend. God, I sound so dumb right now. "Uh, no. He's gonna... He's gonna love it," I tell her. I help her check out around the chaos of the kids and Robin and then let her out of the store, saying see ya as she walks away.

As I walk over to the counter, Max slams the phone down and says, "Hey guys, I might have a lead." Robin puts her phone down and Dustin spins to face her. "Seriously?" He asks, excitement written all over his face. "Yeah. Apparently, Eddie gets drugs from some guy named Reefer Rick, and sometimes Eddie crashes there," Max explains to us. "That sounds promising," Robin says. Why does that name sound so familiar though? "Where does this Reefer Rick guy live?" Robin asks. "See, that's the thing. No one knows. He's more of a... a legend than someone that people actually know," Max says, the rest of us deflating. "Well, what about a last name?" Dustin asks her. "I don't know that either," Max tells us. "I bet the cops know the last name," I put in. "What?" Max questions. "The cops," I repeat and move over to the trolly with the VHS tapes. "I mean, listen, if this Reefer Rock is actually a drug dealer, I guarantee you he's been busted at some point. Means he's in the system," I tell them, moving to lean over the counter. "The cops? Really Steve? That's your suggestion?" Dustin asks in disbelief. "I mean, I just think they should be filled in on what we know, what's going on," I say. "You think Eddie's guilty, don't you?" Dustin asks me, sending a knife through my heart. Of course not, he's the sweetest person I know. "Whoa, Whoa, Whoa. I believe in innocent until proven guilty, all that constitutional shit. I just, you know, don't think we can rule it out," I say, hating the words as soon as they leave my mouth.

"That's precisely what we're trying to do here Steve," Max says to me. Dustin points back at her in agreement and says, "And maybe we'd have a little bit more luck if you spent less time trying to find a girlfriend and more time trying to find Eddie." "Oh well somebody has to attend to the customers," I exclaim. "Especially if they're babes right?" Robin tease, helping me a little bit. "Hey, not fair. Okay? I attend to all customers equally, babes and non-babes alike," I ramble, hearing the bell go off at some point. "We've got a very big selection in here. It can be super overwhelming for people," I explain. "Yeah, it can be," Robin says, seeming to get an idea. She jumps onto the computer and Max and Dustin look at her confused. "What are you doing?" Max asks her. "Maybe we don't need a last name," Robin says, typing into the computer. "What are you all doing?" I hear a voice say. I look over to find a very sleepy Y/n coming out of the back room. "They're trying to find a guy called Reefer Rick. Hoping the computer has the right one." I explain to her. I slowly move over to her while the other three focus on the computer. "I know where he lives," Y/n says, catching the attention of everyone around the computer. "What?" Dustin asks.

Y/n's pov

I wake up in the back room to no Steve and a very sore head. God, I hate crying and then sleeping. I leave the break room to find Dustin, Robin and Max around the store computer. Oh, thank god Max is ok. I let out a breath and hear, "Maybe we don't need a last name," from Robin. "What are you all doing?" I ask them but none of them turn around to look at me. I look around as Steve explains, "They're trying to find a guy called Reefer Rick. Hoping the computer has the right now." Wait, what? Why the hell are they looking for Rick? Without thinking I say, "I know where he lives." Robin, Max and Dustin all look over to me as Dustin yells, "What?" I shrink a little and wrap my arms around myself. "I um, know where to find Reefer Rick," I tell them, looking at Robin for help. Out of everyone in the room, she was still the only person that knew that I used drugs. She nods and before Dustin can say anything she says, "Then lets go." I nod and notice a customer at the counter. Robin stands from her seat and we double-check he's the last person while Steve serves him.

"You okay?" She asks me when we are out of earshot. I nod and tell her, "Yeah, let's just not tell them why I know where he lives." She nods and we come back to the rest of the group. "All right, let's go already!" Dustin snaps and throws me my car keys. I nod and we all run out of the store, Robin the last one out and closing the store. I jump into my car, Steve hopping into the back seat with Max and Dustin while Robin jumps into the front seat. I start the engine and speed out of the car park. "So, why are we going to Reefer Rick's?" I ask them. They all look at each other, trying to work out who the hell is going to say what's happening. "All you need to know is that a body was found in Eddie's trailer and we think he's hiding at Reefer Ricks," Dustin finally says. I try to nod and smile at him but my heart rate picks up. Robin and Steve notice, Steve giving me a soft look while Robin squeezes my hand. God, I really hope they are joking right now.

At Reefer Ricks

By the time we get to Reefer Rick's night has fallen. "You couldn't have told us that it was really far away?" Dustin says as we all get out of the car. "Well, normally that's the last thing on my mind," I snap, looking around the area. I go to the boot of my car and give everyone a flashlight so we can move around safely. The main house has all of the lights off, not a single thing is out of place. Dustin and Steve walk over to the front door, a flashlight in Steve's hand as well as Dustin, and Dustin rings the bell over and over again. He starts to press it over and over again before Steve says, "Okay. Well, that's settled. I guess he's not here." Before I can suggest going to the boat house, Dustin starts knocking and yelling, "Eddie! It's Dustin! Look, we just wanna talk, okay? No cops, I swear. We just wanna help." Robin and I look through the windows, trying to see if there is any movement inside. Dustin continues to bang on the door and call out for Eddie. Robin shushes him and looks a little closer into the house. Dustin ignores her and starts to ring the doorbell, knock on the door and call for Reefer Rick.

"Let's check down at the boat house, I doubt Eddie would be up in the house anyway if he is hiding," I tell them, pointing over at the small shed near the lake. "Sounds good," Steve whispers and we all walk over to it. I walk in front of the group and quickly look through a window, not seeing anything. I slowly open the door and Robin comes up behind me and says, "Hello. Is anyone home?" We all slowly walk into the boat house, splitting up. I stick with Max and Robin while Steve and Dustin go to the other side. "What a dump," Steve says, looking around the room. I look over the benches and hear Steve and Dustin arguing over something. God, just for once can they not? "Hey, look over here," Max whispers over to Robin and I. We both quickly make our way over to her and look down at the bench. "Someone was here," Max tells us. I nod while Robin says, "Maybe he heard us. Got spooked and ran." "Don't worry. Steve will get him with his oar," Dustin sarcastically tells us. "I know you think you're being funny, but considering everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slight..." Something jumps out of the tarp that Steve was just poking and Steve is dragged across the room and pushed against a wall. "Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait! Wait!" Steve yells over and over, but the person wasn't listening.

Eddie's pov

A car pulls up to the house and I freeze. Fuck. Did someone find me already? I look out the window and try to figure out whose car it is, but I can't tell from this distance and it being dark outside. Flashlights start to come down the hill towards me and I run over to the boat and hid under the tarp. I grab a beer bottle that I had stashed for something like this. The group of people walk into the boat house and I wait for the right moment. Oh fuck, I'm gonna die. I listen as they all spread out the room, trying to work out how many there are but I can't focus on it. Something starts to poke into the tarp and I freak out more. What if they feel me under here? I hold my breath and try not to make any noises when the oar hits me. When I hear the person start to yell something and stop poking me, I scream and jump out of the tarp, grabbing onto the closest person and shoving them against a wall. They scream at me but I can't hear what they are saying.

I stare at this person in anger but my eyes are too blurry to realise who I'm holding. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, Eddie! Eddie! Stop!" Someone yells at me. "Eddie! Eddie!" The person yells at me. I look over to the person and notice a group of people standing around the one yelling. Who the hell are these people? "It's me. It's Dustin," Dustin calmly tells me. "This is Steve," He explains, pointing at the person in my arms. "He's not gonna hurt you, right, Steve?" Dustin continues. I look at Steve and watch as he nods his head, whispering, "Right. Yeah." Shit, that shouldn't have sounded as good as it did. "Steve, why don't you drop the oar?" Dustin asks Steve. A bang sounds behind me, scarring me, so I push more into Steve and press the bottle more to his neck. Steve groans at the contact while Dustin raises his voice saying, "He's cool. He's cool." "I'm cool, Eds. I'm cool," Steve whispers to me, using his old nickname for me. I loosen my grip on him after hearing it and look into Steve's eyes. Fear shines through but something else is hidden in there. What the hell is that emotion?

"What are you doing here?" I ask him, not anyone else in the room. "We're looking for you," Dustin replies instead. "We're here to help," Someone else whispers. I look over to see Robin has stepped forward a little bit. "Eddie, these are my friends. You know Robin, from band," Dustin introduces, pointing at Robin while she imitates a trumpet. "This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play Dnd," He points to the other girl, her giving me a wave. He goes to point to someone behind him but they step in front of him and place him behind them. "Eddie, I need you to let him go," they whisper to me. I look up to see Y/n softly smiling at me, the one she used to always use when I was freaking out about things.

Y/n's pov

I pull Dustin behind me and whisper to Eddie to let Steve go. I try giving him a smile but I don't know how well it comes across. He looks at me confused but my gaze flicks to Steve. As much as I trust Eddie, watching him push Steve against the wall and hold the bottle to his neck is freaking me out. My heart rate is beating so fast and I'm trying to control my breathing but it doesn't feel like it's working. "We're here to help you Eds. We're on your side," I whisper to him. He tenses a little and I yell, "I swear on Dustin's mother!" He looks confused at me but Dustin says, "On my mother." Everyone else slowly follows, saying they swear on Dustin's mother. Eddie stares down at Steve still, I step forward without him noticing and he pushes Steve back and walks away.

As soon as the bottle is away from Steve I run over to him and cup his face. "You ok?" I whisper, tears building in my eyes. He tries to smile at me and nod but he only really smiles. I turn back around and watch as Dustin slowly walks towards a blank Eddie sliding down the wall. "Eddie..." Dustin whispers to him. Dustin slowly crouches in front of Eddie and says, "We just want to talk." He reaches out to touch Eddie, the rest of us moving closer, but Eddie flinches and Dustin motions for us to stay away. "Okay?" Dustin whisper. Robin crouches next to Dustin and I follow just next to her, right next to Eddie. "We want to know what happened," Robin says. Eddie doesn't say anything until a broken, "You won't believe me." He shakes his head and looks at us all. "Try us," Max whispers to him. I look back at Max to find her and Eddie staring at each other intently.

Eddie nods at her and starts to talk about how he took Chrissy to his trailer for drugs and what happened while in the trailer. I sit down in between Steve and Robin and listen to every single detail. "Her body just, like, lifted up into the air and, uh... And she just, like, hung there. In the air. And her bones... Uh, she... Her bones started to snap. Her eyes, man. It... It was like there was something, like, inside her head, pulling. I... didn't know what to do, so I...I," Eddie explains to us, looking off blankly at the wall. "I ran away," He whispers. Oh god. This is my fault. I told Chrissy to go to Eddie. I lead her to him. If I never said that Eddie sold drugs, she never would have died in his trailer. I stand quickly from my seat and look out the window, holding my hand over my mouth and trying not to let anyone hear me silently cry. We need to focus on Eddie, not my stupid breakdown.

"I left her there," I hear Eddie whisper. Everyone stays quiet, processing everything that Eddie just said. I hear a scoff and then Eddie saying, "You all think I'm crazy, right?" "No. We don't think you're crazy," Dustin tells him, I nod but don't turn around, looking out at the forest. "Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds," Eddie snaps at him. "We're not bullshitting you," Max says seriously. "We believe you," Robin adds. "Look, what I'm about to tell you might be a little... difficult to take," Dustin starts off. "Okay," Eddie whispers. "You know how people say Hawkins is... cursed?" Dustin asks him. I turn back around to watch them all but stay at the window, leaning against it so I'm as far away as possible. Eddie looks at him blankly so Dustin continues, "They're not... way off. There's another world. A world hidden beneath Hawkins. Sometimes it bleeds into ours." "Like ghosts and shit?" Eddie asks, obviously confused about the whole thing. "There are some things worse than ghosts," Max tells him. "These monsters from this other world... we thought they were gone. But they've come back before. That's why we needed to find you." Dustin continues to tell him. "If they're back again, we need to know," Max tells him.

"That night, did you see anything?" Robin asks him, trying to work out if we were dealing with the right thing. "Dark particles, maybe?" Max asks. Eddie shakes his head but they aren't happy with that. "It would almost look like dust, swirling dust," Dustin tries to prompt. "No, man, there was nothing you could see or, uh... or touch," Eddie says, shaking his head at the start. I look over at Steve to find him looking at Eddie with concern. "You know, I tried to wake her man. She couldn't move. It was like she... she was in a trance or something." Eddie continues to explain to us. "Or under a spell," Dustin says. Eddie's eyes flick up to Dustin's and whispers, "A curse." "Vecna's curse," Dustin replies. "What is with us and making everything a Dnd thing," I whisper to myself, causing Robin to snicker in front of me. "Who's Vecna?" Steve asks. "An undead creature of great power," I tell him, not liking where this could go. "A spell caster," Eddie adds on. "A dark wizard," Dustin adds more. Without another word, I walk out the door of the boat house and walk towards the tree line.

"Y/N!" I hear someone yell behind me, but I don't look back to check. I walk off to the closes tree and swing at it with my fist. I start to punch it over and over again until arms wrap around my middle and pull me away. "No!" I scream and try to go back to punching the tree. "It's okay. I've got you," I hear a voice whisper in my ear. I let a sob break from my throat and let tears pour from my eyes. "It's all my fault, Steve," I whisper, falling onto the ground. He follows after me and wraps his arms around me. "You had nothing to do with this Y/n. You couldn't have stopped this." He tries to reassure me. I shake my head and break from his arms, standing up and looking at him. "There's a reason I knew where Reefer Rick's was," I say, trying to keep eye contact with him. "Y/n," Robin whispers, coming closer to us both, the other three close behind. "I've been taking drugs since all of this shit went down," I snap, letting my emotions get the better of me. Steve looks at me concerned and walks closer. "I'm confused right now N/n," He whispers, trying to make sure I calm down. He reaches for my hends but I pull away from him.

I shake out my hands and notice that blood is slowly coming out of the cuts I got from the trees. I should fix them soon. "After the whole Jason shit that day, I spent the afternoon till I left with Ms Kelly," I explain, something Steve already knew. "Y/n," I hear Robin whisper again, getting closer to me. I look up at her apologetically and say, "Before I left to go to Family Video like normal, I had a smoke in the bathroom." She stops and looks more concerned than before. "How does this have anything to do with what is happening?" Max snaps at me. "Chrissy came in while I was smoking. Something we've done 100 times by now. But this was different. She was jumpy. She asked me where she could get some fucking drugs. I was gonna say here but Rick's in jail right now. I said she should go to Eddie," I say, whispering the last part. Eddie stiffens a little but I ignore him and look up to Steve. "I shouldn't have told her 'cause now I've done it again," I whisper to him, breaking down even more. Steve tries to step towards me, but I take a step back. "What did you do again?" Dustin asks me. I look over at him and see that he's more concerned than I have ever seen him.

I look back at Steve while Robin walks closer. "I dragged you into this. You wouldn't have come back if I wasn't there," I point out. Steve tries to shake his head to argue but I stop him. "I let the boys bring Max into this mess. I'm the one that's meant to protect them," I continue, still stepping away whenever Steve tries to get closer. "I got Robin and me the job at Scoops. I let her help us with that stupid code. I was the one that thought of Erica helping us to get into the base. I let her go in alone!" I yell, running my hands through my hair, trying to calm myself. "I told Chrissy where she can get some drugs and dragged Eddie into this mess too!" I continue to yell, my emotions spill all over the place. Robin finally reaches me and wraps her arms around me. "I was meant to keep the ones I love safe," I whisper to her, collapsing in her open arms.

Steve runs over to us and places his hands on my cheeks to try and ground me. "I need you to breathe," he whispers, trying to take a deep breath. I shake my head at him as more tears fall from my eyes. "I need you to copy Robin's breathing baby," Steve whispers to me, putting his forehead on mine. I try to follow Robin's breath but mine was breaky and uneven. "I can't breath," I panic, knowing I can but my mind is all over the place. "Y/n," I hear a small whisper say beside me. I look over and find Dustin looking up at me with so much concern. "Dustin," I whimper, hating that I've caused him to feel this way. "I need you to calm down please," He whispers, grabbing onto my hand and looking into my eyes. I try to follow his breathing and Robins, both of them going up and down at the same time. "Okay I'm good," I say to them all, trying to break away. Dustin breaks from me but Steve and Robin both hold onto me. "You are lying to the wrong people love," Robin says, running a hand up and down my back. I laugh at her and shake my head. "Well, can we at least go sit in the car? I need to get Max and Dustin home," I tell her, trying to move in front of her and Steve. She nods but Steve looks at me concerned.

He wraps me in his arms again and turns to the group. "Ok, we're gonna go home. I'll drop Max and Dustin home before I take Robin and Y/n home. I'll grab some food for Eddie and then I'll pick everyone up again and we'll come back here tomorrow. Sound good to everyone?" He asks. I nod and hear others agreeing to what he's said. He nods and picks me up. "What the hell Steve?" I snap a little, confused why he is picking me up. He ignores me and we all walk back to the car. I look back at Eddie to find me sadly waving at us all and giving me a worried look. I look away from him as Steve places me in the back seat, Robin and Dustin getting in on either side of me. I roll my eyes but let it happen. I'd had a complete meltdown in front of everyone. Robin was right, I can't lie to her and Steve. They will be at my side for the rest of the week now.

#5 seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x eddie munson #steddie #robin x reader #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve x eddie x reader

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villain-in-love · 1 year ago

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My s/is as specific lyrics from the songs I have in their playlists because I obviously have nothing better to do:

Fool!Katerina Kronion (The Arcana) – I Am Not A Woman I'm A God by Halsey

I am not a woman, I'm a god I am not a martyr, I'm a problem I am not a legend, I'm a fraud So keep your heart, 'cause I already got one

Real!Katerina Kronion (The Arcana) – Oh My Dear Lord by The Unlikely Candidates

Been a tyrant, been a pusher, pushing my disease Breaking bones and taking everything in front of me Priests and beggars looking up to heaven from their knees Is anyone listening?

Katharine Mortifera (Pandora Hearts) – Sirens by Bear Ghost

They say you oughta dance like no one's watching They're a telepathic chorus in my mind With their laser guided eyes Firing leers as sharp as knives A pariah gone awry Ah, just come find me!

Belial (Obey Me!) – The Devil is a Gentleman by Merci Raines

Might be the sharpest dressed on Sunday Sing the loudest in the choir But by the time she gets the Monday She's got her hands back in the fire

Katarina/Ramshackle Prefect (Twisted Wonderland) – Бесприданница by Dead Blonde

I will put on my new eyeliner, So I will be the prettiest one at the shootout (ah) I never go out without my favourite knife Do you really think that you can scare me? (Haha!)

Katrin Lester (Katekyo Hitman Reborn) – This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race by Fall Out Boy

I am an arms dealer, fitting you with Weapons in the form of words And I don't really care which side wins As long as the room keeps singing, that’s just a business I’m in

Zero (Nanbaka) – Сказка by IC3PEAK

I came from a scary russian fairy tale, I don’t care where you are from I’m not afraid of the daylight, there’s enough darkness anyway The world will give you anything you ask for, and then take it away when you least expect it I’m not playing your games, you’re going to die someday anyway

Human!Death/Katarina (Black Butler) – Undertaker by Nova Twins

Skull collector Forgive me, yeah, I can do so much better I'm a victim of bad circumstances Can we make a deal 'Cause I'm all out of chances

The Death (Black Butler Multiverse) – Monster by Willyecho

I can be rude, be in a mood, I can be rotten I can be cruel, might act a fool, but never forgotten Creeping in the dark waiting for you… You won't like what you see

P.S. Pieces of lyrics from "Сказка" and "Бесприданница" are translated from russian by me.

P.P.S. Yes, I changed the pronouns in the quote from "The Devil is a Gentleman". Just because I can because this devil is a woman.

P.P.P.S. Since the instrumentals and vocals matter just as much as the lyrics, my playlists might not always contain the original versions of songs. "I Am Not A Woman I'm A God" suits Katerina much more when sung by Rain Paris, and for Zero I prefer slowed down version of "Сказка".

#self insert #s/i: the night witch #s/i: mortifera #s/i: belial #s/i: prefect #s/i: lester #s/i: no.“00”#s/i: the death #self ship #self shipping

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thetoxicgamer · 2 years ago

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The Goat Stays: Faker Will Be Sticking With T1 for 2023 and Beyond

Was there ever any question that the greatest League of Legends player ever would choose to remain with the squad he has supported for the previous ten years? T1 officially announced today that iconic superstar Lee "Faker" Sang-hyeok has re-signed with the team following another spectacular run at the 2022 World Championship. The 26-year-old mid-laner and part-owner will be sticking with T1 for three more years, as he looks toward the future of the organization. For years, T1 and Faker have been synonymous with each other, and have continuously been the standard of excellence for many League players, coaches, owners, and fans around the world. As always, the mid lane phenom was a Swiss army knife in terms of champion flexibility for his team, whether they needed an assassin to dive the backline like Akali, a scaling mid-laner to control the pace like Viktor, or a playmaking, macro-oriented damage dealer like Ryze. He was also much more willing to sacrifice his own success to get his teammates ahead, sporting one of lowest average share percentage of his team’s total gold at Worlds, according to Oracle’s Elixir. This year, Faker came within a single game of winning that elusive fourth Summoner’s Cup when they blasted through the competition at Worlds. Even though he had some of the youngest teammates at the event, the experienced leader guided the group to incredible heights throughout the tournament as they took on teams from across the globe like Royal Never Give Up, JD Gaming, Edward Gaming, Fnatic, and Cloud9. From going undefeated through the 2022 Spring Split, reaching back-to-back LCK finals, and barely missing out on history at Worlds, it’s safe to say that Faker has become recharged and rejuvenated in his quest to win another trophy. Read the full article

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totallyfuckd · 2 years ago

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Hedi Slimane: London Birth of a Cult, 2005.

"So, over the past year Pete Doherty's life has epitomised the trajectory of a true rock 'n' roll legend. Following a fraught departure from The Libertines, he has been vilified and cast as a scapegoat for conservative political posturing. A feeding frenzy of press coverage was precipitated by his dating Kate Moss, charges of robbery, blackmail, and carrying a knife, jail time, rehab, and also admissions that he had been a prostitute and drug dealer. All of this overwhelms the most interesting aspect of the 26 year old musician's life. In a business dominated by manufactured mediocre talents, he is a true original, a charismatic frontman, songwriter, and performer. So the past two years of Doherty's life are captured here in photographs taken by Dior Homme fashion designer Hedi Slimane."

#hedi slimane #photography #pete doherty #the libertines #babyshambles #london birth of a cult

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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Hood Bakugo gives me life.

I NEED you to write about the whole UA gang in the hood because this was just *chefs kiss*

Easily in my top 5 fav fics of all time ♥♥♥

Idk what you mean by whole UA gang but here's a lil smth smth

♡♡

Bakugou in the hood is beautiful. Dating him is like a religious experience tbh. He's definitely the plug/dealer everyone's afraid of. If you owe him money or anything, I pray for you. He does not take shit lightly, you will leave his place with 4 missing toes, and if you don't pay your debt by the end of the week, you won't have any legs 🤷🏾‍♀️. Carries a glock around all the time, but you wouldnt know cause he hides it. Has a temper but it's not as bad as it used to be when he was just starting out. He sits back and watches, the kind of gangsta that doesnt do the whole 'gang signs for everything' type shit, and he's not soft. For you, yeah. For his bros, sometimes, but if he needs to kill a bitch he won't hesitate.

He loves ass. Like if you walk into his crib and you're wearing shorts??

Game over.

He'll push you down onto the plush carpet of his office and make you suck him off while he takes drags of a blunt, offering it to you while you gag around him. If you accept, he'll have you blow rings around his cock while you suck it, then when he's about to cum he'll pull you off and fuck you from the back, grabbing at your ass and cursing into the air.

Gives you a smack on the ass and a bunch of rolled hundreds so you can go shopping. Get as much shit as you want, but at the end of the day you better be in his bed.

♡♡

Denki's headass is a fake hood nigga . He's probably a super senior (got held back lmfao) cause he kept getting caught either blowing bitches backs out in the stairwell or hot boxing the bathroom. When he was in high school, he was def the type to put a speaker in his backpack and blast NBA youngboy. He throws gang signs in the hallways, not even knowing what some of them really mean.

He's been shot at multiple times.

The only reason he's not always in trouble is cause he and Bakugou grew up together. No one fucks with Bakugou's crew.

He has an unhealthy obsession with tits for sure. He sees you in a tank top or an off the shoulder and hes pulling you to a secluded corner and kissing you breathless, hands tugging and pinching at your chest.

Loves when you ride him cause he can watch your tits bounce.

Even if you dont have big ones, he still loves them, sucking at your nipples and rubbing up and down your stomach.

Leaves lots of marks.

Would die for you. Has threatened to shoot your parents for making you cry, even though all he has is a pocket knife.

Has to beg Bakugou for a glock.

♡♡

Sero is the plug. Like, Bakugou does some runs for him occasionally but Sero has everything. He's always in this really ratty recliner with a pitbull at his feet, smoking a blunt and playing some dumbass game.

He has so much money constantly, its crazy.

Even tho what he does is against the law in so many ways he's friends with all the neighborhood cops. Mans never gets in trouble LMAO.

He and Bakugou are the ones who run shit.

He loves thighs. Around the house you're only allowed to wear short shorts and thigh thighs. Or, even better, naked with thigh thighs 👀

Sadly, the last option is virtually impossible cause there's always people coming in and out.

But when he isnt working, he loves to lay you down and feast on you, making you play his game or try to finish his blunt without choking or losing.

Goes down on you for hours, won't even fuck you unless you beg for it.

Doesnt give a shit about himself when it comes to you :((

♡♡

Kirishima isnt a part of the hood LMFAO

Hes like that one friend who everyone loves but doesnt belong there.

Like Jaden, Shawn, Daeshawn, and Mark.

We love Mark.

Kiri was Bakugou's childhood best friend. He and Bakugou went on different paths, and Bakugou is a growing gangsta while Kirishima is manager in training at Game Stop.

He doesn't smoke often but when he does it's really fun.

Gets the gang discounts at the store, even tho they can all afford to buy the entire Gamestop chain.

That's why Sero has every new Play Station, Balugou has every Xbox, Denki has all the Legend of Zelda merch, Mina has a bunch of cute plushies.

He always comes in clutch 😫

He loves everything about you.

Like he cant pick a favorite body part, but loose clothing (sundresses, baggy clothes, his clothes??) Makes him lose his mind.

He will lift up whatever you're wearing finger you till your creaming all over him, then slide home and make your legs shake for days.

Feral Kirishima is not a common thing, hes usually sweet and doting, the ultimate service dom, but wear his shirt with some thigh highs or a garter belt?? Or even his uniform shirt ??

R.I.P that pussy, ayyy

♡♡

Mina is literally the most fun out of all of them.

She always has some type of substance on her, a little flask, some weed in a cute baggy, some suspicious pills, you name it.

Always dresses in juicy merch.

Shes always wearing those silky sweat outfits with the crop jackets, with a gold chain and some filas.

Nails always done, hair always done.

Ms. Girl can fight, period.

Will and has beat a bitch for you.

Don't get her mad. She angry cries, and will swing on you if needed.

She also loves everything about you, but she be staring at your ass a lot.

Doesnt care what you're wearing, she will smack it.

Shes usually more domineering. Shes definitely a switch, but she takes control in the way that she knows what she wants and she'll guide you through it, even if shes "subbing"

Loves going down on you.

She gets insecure sometimes when you wanna eat her out, but always shakes in pleasure at the end of the night, manicures nails scraping down your back and scalp as she screams your name.

You literally have no idea what she does or where she goes when she disappears randomly, but she always has cash.

No one asks questions tho

♡♡

Let me know if you want a Dekusquad or individual fic/drabble :)

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deep-dive · 3 years ago

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2021 year-end

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safarigirlsp · 3 years ago

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Wet Work

Clyde Logan x Reader

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings: NSFW. Language. Smut. Extreme Graphic Violence. Knife Violence. Gun Violence. Lots of Violence. Light Violence Against Reader, but Not by Clyde. Horror Themes.

Author’s Note: Based on a request for some Murdery Clyde fun with Texas Chainsaw Massacre vibes from @iamburdened . I also think I turned it into a love story...

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When it rains, it pours. And it was sure raining hard now. Raindrops the size of dimes pelted you violently, showering your shivering body as you walked along the side of the highway, surrounded by nothing but the darkened and dense forest. You had no idea the thickly wooded Appalachian Mountains would be so blustery and cold. Your arms hugging tightly around your body was no match for the midnight chill and the blistering wind that blew rainwater into your face no matter how low you tucked your chin.

A few miles behind you, your car had broken down, stranding you in what could only be described as the middle of absolutely nowhere. No lights. No buildings. No houses. No cell service. No civilization. Nothing for miles and miles. What did you expect when you took the backroads shortcut, especially in the dark?

You had waited inside long enough for you to memorize the recurring news reports that trickled in through the static on your radio. You could now recite the names of every woman who had fallen victim to the brutal murder spree that had racked the small towns of Boone County in recent months. Speculation ran rampant from one lone psychopath to a group of men who had abducted the unfortunate women, whose bodies were found weeks later dumped along an abandoned stretch of road. Just like the one you now walked along.

Some reports tied the murders into the county’s macabre long standing urban legend about a looming shadowy figure that lurked in the woods, waiting for an unsuspecting victim to slash apart with his hook or his chainsaw. Those victims of course were never recovered, the stuff of rumors and speculation as to the fates of missing persons. Most of those ‘victims’ were undesirables of some form or another; men who abused women, women who trafficked children, drug dealers and gang members. No one who would be missed. You couldn’t deny that it was a fun urban legend, so far as those things go anyway.

The radio wasn’t the first time you’d heard of the Boone County Boogeyman.

The last gas station you passed was over an hour behind you. You kicked yourself now for not gassing your car up, even though at the time the thought of staying parked at the gas pump next to the little mom n’ pop convenience store had appalled you. You had rushed inside to find the restroom before filling your tank, only to be met by an emaciated, toothless ghoul of a man behind the counter.

“Better be careful out there, missy. T’night’s the kinda night y’all might find the Boogeyman,” he told you before regaling you with horrors associated with the local urban legend. “People have a way a’ disappearin’ ’round these parts. ‘Specially after dark.”

Just fucking beautiful, you thought now as you trudged through the pelting rain. You wondered if you could have picked a better night to walk along this lonely stretch of road, drenched to your bones.

The miles fell away with every wet squelch of your waterlogged shoes, yielding no sign of town or civilization. You could scarcely make out your surroundings, other than the stark white line on the shoulder of the road that served as your path. The occasional crack of lightning revealed only forest around you and nothing ahead or behind.

At first, you thought it was just another bolt of lighting when a pair of headlights breached the darkness ahead of you, driving toward you head on down the opposite side of the road.

Squinting your eyes against the lights and the hammering rain, you wondered briefly if you should bother trying to flag the car down, given all the talk of boogeymen. You didn’t have to wonder long. Without you waving or signaling, the car slowed of its own accord.

“What happened to you? Do you need help?” The driver of the crew cab truck asked you after rolling down his window. “Can we give you a ride?”

“My car broke down and I don’t have cell service,” you told him, looking inside to see three other men in the truck. One sat in the passenger seat, two others sat in the back. They all appeared to be in their twenties, regular enough looking guys.

You didn’t want to keep walking in the frigid rain in the possibly vain hope of finding an outpost of some kind. You had always been warned to be wary of lone men, or even a pair of men in this setting, but a group seemed somehow safer. Perhaps your judgement was clouded by the shiver that racked your body as a particularly strong gust of wet air blew against your back.

The driver stepped out into the rain, allowing you to scoot into the middle front seat between the driver and passenger. You weren’t left much room between the large husky men, having to brush against them as you maneuvered to buckle your seat belt. After giving your name, you were introduced to the men in the back seat, Bubba and Junior, the passenger, Cletus, and the driver, Billy-Bob.

Not bothering to ask where you were headed, Billy-Bob turned his truck around, driving back the direction from which they had come, heading deeper back into the Appalachian forest.

Quickly, it became apparent that Billy-Bob and Cletus, who was in the passenger seat, were sneaking not-so-subtle glances at your chest where your soaked through shirt clung to your body. Both taller than you, they proceeded to exchange looks over your head.

“You might be more comfortable if you take that off,” the man at your right sniggered, reaching to pinch at the wet fabric over your breasts.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you hissed, smacking his hand roughly away. “Let me out.”

“You don’t really think we’re gonna let a catch like you get away, do ya?” The driver laughed, shoving his hand between your legs to grip your thigh harshly. “We all struck out tonight, until we found you that is.”

“If any of you inbred assholes touch me again, I’ll break your hand,” you snarled as you reached down to Billy-Bob’s hand on your thigh. Grabbing his thumb, you yanked violently upward, hearing the satisfying crack of the joint.

The truck lurched to the side as Billy-Bob flinched and yelled, shaking his injured hand free from you. Before you could relish your small victory, a harsh slap landed across your cheek from Cletus, whiting your vision for a moment as a stinging pain settled into your skin.

Reacting on instinct, you turned on Cletus, slashing your fingernails at his eye closest to you. Ducking his head, he saved his eye from your nails, earning only four deep scratches through the skin of his cheek.

“You better calm the fuck down, baby,” he yelled, pulling a gun from his pocket with his right hand, aiming it at your chest.

“Guess she likes it rough,” one of the men from the backseat commented, laughing, as you glared down the barrel of the small, snub-nosed revolver.

You knew you couldn’t overpower four of them, and having a gun now trained on your chest limited your options for fighting back. Taking a quick look around the cab, you also knew that you were the only passenger wearing a seatbelt.

The winding mountain road accommodated you quickly enough. As Billy-Bob drove into a sharp curve lined with trees, you lunged for the wheel. Wrenching it furiously, you covered your head with your arms as the truck careened off the bank at the apex of the curve, aiming right for the largest tree in sight.

Squealing tires, shattering glass, frightened curses, and a scream that must have come from your own throat were the last things your senses absorbed before your world went black.

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Persistent drops of water splashing down onto your face pulled you back to consciousness. The world around you felt as though you were swaying and your body felt airy and weightless, save for the pounding headache that greeted you when you opened your eyes along with the surrounding darkness of the forest. You were still in the woods, and you were swaying weightless, suspended above the ground.

In the arms of a large man.

Immediately, the memory of the events preceding the crash rushed back into your mind and along with it, a wave of sickening panic.

Kicking and striking at any target you could reach, you struggled in the man’s hold, trying your damnedest to land a strong blow or kick yourself free. The arms that held you beneath your knees and around your shoulders in a bridal carry tightened their strong grip, immobilizing your frantic motions, but not hurting you.

“It’s alright, darlin,’” a deep voice reverberated through the huge chest that pressed against you. “I’m just takin’ ya outta that car. You’re safe now.”

Looking up to the source of the rich soothing tone, you were met with soft eyes that looked down at you with concern, set amid sharply handsome features and a wet, dripping tangle of long black hair.

A shuddering sigh of relief racked your body at the sight of someone other than the four men from the truck. The man who held you now was huge, his body firm and massive against you. He effortlessly carried you up the bank to the road, barely sliding at all in the slick mud.

The man’s truck idled on the shoulder of the road, one of those enormous black diesels that looked impossible to drive. Walking to the driver’s door, he placed you gently inside in the driver’s seat.

“Now, ya just wait here while I get the rest ‘a your friends and I’ll take ya somewhere nice ‘n warm,” he said softly before withdrawing from you and closing the door.

In your addled state, his words took a moment too long to sink in. Turning to follow his large body with your eyes as he walked back to the wreck, you came face to face with Cletus, who again sat in the passenger seat beside you. He had apparently been rescued first by the good samaritan before he could reach you.

Any scream died before it passed your lips when he again flashed the gun at you, held in his right hand.

“Not a fucking word,” Cletus threatened, looking at you menacingly, as he shoved his hand holding the gun into his jeans pocket, keeping his hand on it inside.

Unable to do anything other than focus on your heart hammering in your ears and a headache that pulsed in time with your blood flow, you looked out of the rain-slicked windshield. The handsome hulking stranger helped the other three men out of the car one by one, unwittingly helping your captors return to you.

Once the remaining three men were all crammed into the backseat of the black diesel truck, the large man returned to his seat behind the wheel. He cast a sideways glance at you when you pressed yourself as close against his side as possible, and as far away from Cletus as you could.

“Can you please take us to a hospital?” You asked tremulously, hoping to get somewhere that might have some cops. The last thing you wanted was for this kind stranger to get hurt needlessly.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that right now,” the man told you in a soothing tone. “The road’s washed out up ahead. But I don’t think any of ya are injured all that bad. Just banged up a little is all. Y’all can dry off at my place and I can drive ya wherever ya need to go when the rain stops.”

Your heart sank at the thought of this nice man being dragged into trouble alongside you.

“Don’t you worry. I’ll take care a’ ya,” he told you upon seeing your obvious discomfort. “Name’s Clyde, ma’am.”

As you told him your name, you thought that it was a small comfort knowing the name of the man who was soon going to be gunned down with you. Or worse.

“You don’t need to go gettin’ all buddied up to my girl there, Clyde,” Billy-Bob intoned from the backseat, his voice a mixture of forced sarcasm belying an underlying threat.

At his words, you pressed yourself closer against Clyde, feeling the muscles in his arm tense in response. The feeling of the huge man’s rigid muscles against you helping you feel safe and protected.

The drive to Clyde’s cabin was filled with silence, broken only by the wiper blades and rain drumming on the truck.

A long drive down a twisting dirt road brought you to your destination for the evening; a good-sized rustic yet welcoming log cabin which sat nestled in a stand of tall pine trees.

“Do ya need some help gettin’ inside?” Clyde asked, turning to you when he put his truck in park, ignoring the other men.

Without waiting for your answer, he grabbed your left hand in his huge right one, enclosing your hand completely in his grip, and pulled you out of the car. He kept you close to him and also kept his body between you and the other men as you all walked up the steps of his porch.

Clyde held the door open for you, keeping his large frame blocking the doorway until you had stepped through, before following you closely behind. Inside, his cabin was warm, smelling of fresh pine and spice. A fire roared in a stone fireplace in his living room, casting its dancing glow across the massive log beams and live-edge interior.

“Where are we?” You asked, wondering just how deep into the backwoods you had ventured.

“You’re home,” Clyde answered with a shy grin, before clearing his throat and continuing. “You’re in my home, I mean, miss.”

“We’re not safe here,” you whispered to Clyde as quickly as you could before the other men stepped inside.

Clyde’s brow furrowed at your words, lips pursing together in a pout. Reaching his massive right hand protectively to your back, he leaned down, bringing his lips close to your ear.

“Ain’t nothin’ out there more dangerous ‘n me, darlin.’” His whisper came out as a growl against your skin, raising goosebumps along with the hairs on your neck.

The four men entered the cabin behind Clyde, two of them making a beeline for the living room couch. Cletus and Billy-Bob remained near you, hovering closely, but making an attempt to appear innocuous.

Clyde grabbed a flannel shirt from a wall-mounted coat rack by his door before leading you into his kitchen. Pulling a chair out from a small table, he gestured for you to sit. From a cabinet he retrieved some rubbing alcohol and a washcloth, setting them on the table. He draped the dry shirt over your shoulders before shrugging out of his own soaking wet button down, revealing a black undershirt that clung tightly to his impressive physique. Sparing a glance at the other men, taking stock of their whereabouts, he took his seat next to you.

“What brought ya out on a night like this, in this kinda weather?” Clyde asked you, as he regarded your features, watching for tells beyond your words alone.

“What the fuck do you think brought her out?” Billy-Bob interrupted. Beside him, Cletus returned his hand purposefully to his pocket, making sure you knew he was gripping the gun hidden inside. “She’s my girlfriend and we’re out on a date.”

“With all your buddies? Guess ya can’t take care ‘a your girl all that well yourself then, huh?” Clyde replied, keeping his eyes on you. When he continued, he was speaking only to you. “Regardless of that, this ain’t the type a’ weather to be out drivin’ around in. This is when ya ought t’ stay in ‘n curl up on the couch with your girl.”

“You’re right,” you told Clyde, hoping to defuse the tension and avoid one of the assholes trying to hurt you or Clyde. “It’s the perfect weather to stay inside with a hot drink and watch scary movies.”

“I do love a good horror movie, myself.” Clyde nodded in agreement. “I’ve always thought that our own little local legend would make a damn fine horror movie.”

“The Boone County Boogeyman?” You smiled for the first time in hours. “I heard about him earlier tonight.”

“The Boogeyman,” Cletus scoffed. “What a load of horseshit all that is.”

“He’s not behind the recent murders, I can tell you that,” Billy-Bob joined in, sharing a chuckle with Cletus at their combined wit.

“Y’all mean the recent murders of all those poor young women?” Clyde clarified. “Nah, I reckon he ain’t behind them.”

Clyde’s eyes drifted to your cheek, his gaze darkened and jaw clenched when he saw the mark left by the slap from Cletus. Reaching his right hand to you, he gently ran his thick thumb across the slightly raised welt. The fingers on his mechanical hand closed into a fist where they rested on Clyde’s thigh. Despite the slight sting on your sensitive skin from his thumb, you leaned further into his touch, pressing your cheek into his warm palm.

“Which ‘a you big tough guys is responsible for this?” Clyde asked, teeth gritted, keeping his eyes on yours.

“Fuck off. I’m not going to let some redneck cripple tell me how to treat my fucking girlfriend,” Billy-Bob barked, stepping toward the table and slamming his free hand down on the wood in a show of aggression. Cletus tensed behind him, glaring at you with his hand on his gun inside his pocket. Clyde watched them closely.

“Well, if the lady here, who I’m pretty damn sure ain’t your girlfriend, tells me t’ back down, then I’ll oblige her.” Clyde nodded toward you, meeting your eyes again briefly. “Otherwise, I think ya better answer my question.”

Cletus glared at you, shaking his head ‘no,’ in a silent command for you to remain seated and silent.

“Now boy, I don’t give a damn if it’s a knife or a gun or your little useless dick that you’re keepin’ your hand on inside your pocket,” Clyde growled in a dangerously low voice. “But the next time I think that you’re threatenin’ the lady with it, I’m gonna teach ya some manners real fast.”

“Just give us your fucking keys and the girl,” Cletus almost shouted, yanking the gun from his pocket, aiming the short barrel at Clyde.

“That’s more like it,” Clyde said with a sly sideways grin, pushing himself up from the table under the guise of moving for his keys. “I like t’ know what kinda men I’m dealin’ with.”

Standing at his full height, he loomed large over the other men.

“How’s about ya keep that gun pointed at me. And you, darlin,’” Clyde spoke in a deep, eerily calm tone, keeping his eyes fixed on Cletus when he spoke to you. “You step back into the entryway. On the table by the front door is what I need t’ give these boys.”

“I’m gonna get the guys,” Billy-Bob said, a sinister threat held in his words, as he left the kitchen, moving toward the living room. Leaving Cletus alone with you and Clyde.

Rising from the table yourself, you caught Clyde’s eye for a brief moment before quickly ducking out of the kitchen back to the entry way. The look he exchanged with you was brief, but long enough for him to give the slightest upturn of his lips, while his eyes gleamed with something like excitement.

Rounding back into the entryway by the front door, you immediately came to the console table. You hadn’t noticed it when you had entered, too rattled from other events to bother. It was mostly bare. No keys. But you saw what was unmistakably the item Clyde wanted you to retrieved.

A huge, malicious looking double-pronged hook sat on the tabletop, it’s worn leather socket fitted to accommodate a thick forearm, complete with leather buckles to secure it in place on its owner. The hooks were ominous, crudely forged from iron and sharpened to vicious points. You smiled as you took its heavy weight into your hands, knowing what its purpose must be.

Clyde met your eyes when you reentered the kitchen, lips turning into a wicked grin at the sight of his hook held in your grasp.

“Thank ya kindly, darlin,’” he said, a feral anticipation gleaming in his eyes.

At Clyde’s words, Cletus turned his head to the side to look at you. His gun moved from its position pointed at Clyde’s chest, drifting along with his attention toward you.

Twice as quick and just as ferocious as a grizzly, Clyde slammed his metal left forearm across Cletus’s stupidly gaping mouth, breaking teeth like china, as his huge right hand shot to lock around the gun, keeping it pointed at nothing in the space between you and Clyde. Clyde’s hand was so enormous, he easily gripped around the gun and the hand that held it, far too constricting for the other man to even squeeze the trigger.

“If there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s mistreatin’ a good woman,” Clyde gritted down at the squirming man in his hold. “‘N she’s not the first one, is she?”

Clyde’s metal arm suffocated any screams that may have torn from Cletus’ throat. Clyde was chest to chest with the smaller man, glaring down at him with a wicked amusement. As you watched, Clyde’s right hand tightened, his knuckles blanching white. You heard the brittle wet cracking of the bones in Cletus’s hand breaking inside the grip of Clyde’s iron fist.

“Ya best look away now, darlin,’” Clyde told you, keeping his attention on the wide, frightened eyes of the other man.

“No, I’d like to watch,” you almost whispered. “Rip him apart for me, please.”

Clyde visibly started, his head jerking toward you at your words, his own expression almost as shocked as that of his victim’s. When you didn’t avert your gaze, Clyde’s lips twisted into a sideways smile.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said simply, as he violently yanked the gun free from Cletus’s broken hand and mangled fingers before tossing it to you.

As the gun landed in your hand, Clyde crushed his metal arm harder into Cletus’s mouth. Pushing forward, Clyde slammed the other man’s back into the wall, pinning the body against it easily with all the weight behind his prosthetic. Clyde’s right hand struck Cletus’s throat harshly, locking his fist around Cletus’s airway. You could hear the snapping of cartilage and tissue as the windpipe gave way beneath Clyde’s vice-like grip. Cletus’s wide eyes rolled up behind his fluttering eyelids as the ragged hiss of escaping air signaled the destruction of his throat and larynx.

After giving his fist a final firm clench, Clyde released his hold on Cletus’s neck, allowing the now lifeless body to slump to the ground.

It was not fear that sent an electric surge of adrenaline through your veins at the sight. It was excitement.

Clyde didn’t pause to linger over his work, he quickly reached to undo the fastenings of his metal arm, removing it hastily and placing it on the counter. You sprang into action yourself without him asking, holding out the leather socket of the hooked prosthesis for him to insert his forearm. You helped secure the leather straps and buckles into place around his thick forearm, allowing your fingers to trace across his skin when you finished.

Just as you finished with the final buckle, Clyde reached to grip your shoulder with his right hand, pulling you behind his large body. You heard the trample of boot steps approaching from the living room.

Clyde lunged forward, slashing his left hooked hand through the air, as Billy-Bob stepped back into the kitchen. Blood arched through the air as Clyde’s hook cut through the meat of the other man’s torso, filleting him open diagonally from shoulder to hip with a sound like tearing through wet cardboard. Billy-Bob’s mouth hung agape, shock and outrage in his dimming eyes. Yanking his hook free from flesh, Clyde swung it in a backhanded slash, finishing his prey by ripping his neck apart.

Several steps behind Billy-Bob, Junior and Bubba gaped at the scene before them, paralyzed for an instant by stark terror.

As Billy-Bob’s body slummed to the ground, Clyde leveled the other men with a murderous glare and a rumbling, ursine growl.

“I’ve been lookin’ for you boys for a while now. Hopin’ t’ catch y’all out one night when you’re out huntin’ for another woman to abuse,” Clyde snarled, taking a menacing step forward. “I never did think I’d be lucky enough t’ have y’all fall right into my lap, though.”

Exchanging horrified looks between them, Junior and Bubba bolted. Forgetting their mangled friends in an instant, they ran like rabbits, each sprinting away in different directions. Bubba made for the front door while Junior ran for the back through the living room.

Clyde’s massive body largely blocked your view, protecting you from any harm. Stepping to the side, you raised Cletus’s gun. Steeling your aim, you squeezed off a single shot, sending a bullet buzzing by Clyde and sinking into the back of Junior’s knee. Junior collapsed as his joint exploded, a strangled cry echoing through the cabin. Feebly, he pushed himself back up to one leg as he hobbled out of the back door into the stormy darkness.

Clyde turned to you with a jolt, his dense hair falling around his features with his movement, taking in the sight of you and the gun you still held.

“You can’t have all the fun.” You shrugged as you spoke calmly, a smirk on your lips. Your act was now forgotten upon hearing Clyde’s confession. “You weren’t the only one out hunting these assholes. I’m just better bait.”

“Well, I’ll be damned,” Clyde huffed a laugh, looking at you with an appreciation deeper than mere attraction. “I have heard that pretty women will be the death a’ ya.”

“If you want to go after the guy who ran out of your front door, I can take care of the gimpy one,” you told him teasingly, nodding your head toward the back door.

“Now, I don’t doubt that ya can handle yourself just fine, darlin,’ but it just wouldn’t be gentlemanly for me t’ let ya go by yourself.” Clyde smiled, holding his right hand out to you. “Besides, that fella who ran outta the front door ain’t gonna get too far before he runs into more trouble.”

Your smile broadened as you took his offered hand, feeling the power in his warm grip when his fingers closed around yours.

With Clyde leading you ahead, you walked through his back door into the heavy battering rain. Darkness greeted you, illuminated only by the faint light from the inside of the cabin and the streaks of lightning that sparked across the sky.

Outside, the rain had turned the ground into soupy mud. Junior’s tracks were easy to follow, one defined boot print beside a dragged line left by his injured leg and dragging foot.

Clyde looked ahead as a flash of lightning bloomed in the sky. Following his line of sight, you saw a large barn about fifty yards ahead, its red weathered wood exterior a beacon in the darkness. One of its large double doors sat open, moving slightly with the breeze.

“Well, that saves me some work from havin’ t’ drag him in there later,” Clyde deadpanned as he cast you an amused glance. “Stay behind me in case he tries anything.”

With Clyde walking ahead of you toward the barn, you admired the way his drenched shirt clung to ridges of muscle in his broad back, watching as they tensed with his movements.

Reaching the door, Clyde stepped carefully inside, making sure to shield your body from any possible harm with his own. Following him inside, your attention was instantly drawn to the walls that were lined with a myriad of farming implements. Scythes, sickles, meat hooks, pitchforks, and numerous others, a veritable cornucopia of vicious weapons.

Your eyes had adjusted well to the darkness, your senses alight as you watched and listened for any sign of your prey.

The attack was fast and silent, given away only by the glint of lightning on metal and the swoosh of the shovel as it swung sideways from the shadows, aimed at Clyde’s handsome face.

Clyde reacted instantly, his reflexes as honed as any apex predator. He left arm shot up in front of his face, as he ducked his head behind his forearm. The sound of metal clanging against metal reverberated through the barn when the shovel slammed into Clyde’s hook.

Clyde had aimed his block perfectly, catching the shovel in the double prongs of his hook. A rough yank downward with his left hand wrenched the shovel from Junior’s grasp, simultaneously bringing his body forward off balance into Clyde’s right fist. Clyde swung a fearsome uppercut, connecting with the underside of Junior’s chin in an explosion of blood and flying teeth.

Junior’s head snapped back from the force of Clyde’s blow, unconscious on his feet, as his body toppled over backwards.

Reaching down to the man’s body, Clyde grabbed him by the collar to drag him deeper into the barn.

“Do ya mind grabbin’ me one ‘a them meat hooks, darlin?” He asked you, as he neared the center of the barn.

Retrieving one of the meat hooks from the wall, you admired its heavy weight in your hands and its sharpened point before returning to Clyde.

In the center of the barn was a cherry-picker style engine hoist, made for extracting engines from vehicles, a heavy chain dangling from its raised neck. Clyde deposited his victim face down in front of the machine before moving to turn on a mechanic’s light that was affixed to its crane.

“I’m not used t’ havin’ help.” Clyde smiled shyly, as he accepted the meat hook from you.

Using the squared toe of his boot, Clyde rolled the unconscious man over onto his stomach. He didn’t remain unconscious for long.

Lowering himself, Clyde planted his knee heavily on Junior’s back before roughly digging the point of the meat hook into the flesh of the man’s upper back. Junior jerked back to consciousness, screaming and flopping on the ground like a fish out of water when the metal pierced his skin. Junior was too feeble to move Clyde, powerless against a man as huge as Clyde bearing his massive weight down on Junior’s back. After securing the hook under a rib, Clyde raised himself back to his full towering height.

Clyde gripped the chain of the meat hook with his right hand and caught Junior’s belt with his left hook. With a grunt, Clyde hoisted the other man into the air, securing the meat hook to the engine hoist.

“Did ya like hurtin’ all those women with your little fuckin’ buddies?” Clyde snarled as he let Junior’s body swing free, suspended only by the hook impaled in his back. “I bet ya thought that was a lotta fun watchin’ ‘em beg for mercy from ya.”

Junior whimpered in response, turning slowly in his suspension.

“How’s about ya try beggin’ me,” Clyde said, his tone low and menacing. “Ask me for mercy.”

“P-please let me go,” Junior sobbed, his eyes filled with horror. “I’ll stop. I won’t hurt anyone again. Please just lemme go.”

“What do ya think, darlin’?” Clyde asked you, turning to you with a raised eyebrow.

“I’m not convinced,” you said firmly, stepping closer to Clyde.

“Yeah, me neither.” Clyde pursed his lips together as if in thought, before continuing. “Do ya want t’ do the honors?”

“Let’s do it together.” You smiled up at him, as you reached your right hand to his left forearm. “Besides, there’s a weapon I’d love to try out myself.”

Trailing your fingers across his skin first, you heard Clyde’s sharp intake of breath at your touch. Sliding downward over the leather of his prosthetic, your fingers traced down over one prong of the curved hook, lingering at its razored tip. Taking it in your hand, you raised the hook to your lips, kissing its point while meeting Clyde’s lusting gaze. You watched his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly in response to your ministrations.

“You’re both sick!” Junior screamed amid his sobs, twisting slightly on his meat hook as he flailed futility. “Just let me go!”

“Haven’t you ever heard that it’s dangerous to pick up hitchhikers?” You asked teasingly, keeping your eyes on Clyde.

Using your right hand on top of Clyde’s left, you guided his hook to the suspended man’s chest. Pressing the tips into his flesh, you didn’t even need Clyde’s help to slice through the first few layers of tissue, flaying open a pair of twin lines across his skin. Junior’s screams were lost to the world inside the isolated barn.

Lifting Clyde’s arm, you watched as crimson dripped from the tips of his hooks.

“We can drag this out as long as you’d like, gorgeous,” Clyde told you huskily, hypnotized by the way you admired his hook.

“Ordinarily, I’d like that. But this guy’s lucky tonight,” you said coolly, looking pointedly at Clyde. “Thanks to you, I can think of a few better ways to spend the rest of the evening.”

The strangled sound that escaped Clyde’s throat at your words was practically a groan, his jaw clenching and right hand flexing at your intention.

Gripping Clyde’s left wrist firmly, just above the base of his hook, you raised his hook up high in front of Junior’s face. The way Junior’s eyes widened in fear made your pulse quicken.

“Let’s rip his fucking throat out,” you said to Clyde, a sultry edge to your voice promising more fun to come for you both.

Clyde grinned at you shyly before returning his attention to Junior. You rested your hand on the base of Clyde’s hook, as he drew it back, aiming his fatal blow.

You could feel Clyde’s raw, unhinged power when he viciously swung his hooked hand at Junior’s throat. An arch of scarlet erupted from Junior’s neck as Clyde’s hook tore through the frail tissue, ripping a ragged tear across the man’s throat. Wet warmth splattered across both of your faces as Clyde’s hook passed completely through the meat of the other man’s neck.

Turning to look at Clyde, excitement flooded you at the sight of him. A mighty redwood of a man, damp hair falling wildly around his handsome face peppered with blood spatter, teeth bared in a snarl, and his amber eyes shining in the dim light.

Dragging your fingers down through the blood that now covered Clyde’s leather forearm, you let your fingers softly caress his skin above the leather before removing your hand.

“He ain’t the first man you’ve ever killed, is he?” Clyde asked, his tone reverent, looking down at you.

“Now Clyde, you know that a gentleman never asks and a lady never tells,” you replied coyly, lifting a finger to swipe a splash of blood off from the bridge of his long shapely nose.

“You’re somethin’ else, pretty girl,” Clyde told you quietly.

“I need to get cleaned up after all this,” you told Clyde with a wink. “I’m still a little shaken after that wreck. I might need a big strong man to help me.”

“At your service, darlin,’” Clyde offered hoarsely, his right hand reaching to take your left, thumb swiping across your knuckles. “Let me take care ‘a ya.”

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Steam filled the bathroom in Clyde’s cabin, coating the windows and mirrors with its foggy veil. Water ran red down your body, pooling crimson at your feet before swirling away. You stood alone in the shower, at Clyde’s shy insistence that he would join you shortly.

You faced the door under the pleasant stream when Clyde timidly nudged it open. Having just applied shampoo to your hair, you ensured a lather of bubbles cascaded down your body, letting it trail over your curves the way you wanted his large hand to replicate. The awestruck look on his features sent a rush of warmth straight to your pussy.

Tipping your head back under the water, your hands dropped to rub the white froth over your tits, as you rinsed the shampoo from your hair.

Mesmerized by the sight of you, Clyde’s cock swelled full and heavy, arching eagerly for you by the time he joined you under the water.

“Let me help ya out with that,” Clyde said in his soft tone, eyeing you ravenously. “I told ya I’d take care a’ ya.”

Clyde lifted his right hand to your breast, replacing yours with his own, as he moved closer to you until only inches separated his huge body from yours. You sighed as his strong calloused hand squeezed you gently, his roughened palm rubbing over your peaked nipple.

“I ain’t never seen a woman as beautiful as you before. I think you’re even prettier than anythin’ I’ve ever dreamed up,” he told you in a voice barely above a whisper, as he leaned down to capture your lips.

Moaning into his mouth at the heady feeling of his plush lips and his searing tongue caressing yours, you felt a shiver run the length of your spine. Lifting your hands to smooth over the breadth of his massive chest, you smeared a soapy lather across it, as your hands explored the feel of his powerful body.

When the need for breath overtook you, Clyde resumed admiring you as your lips separated. The way he looked at you alone already had your body responding to his desire.

Retrieving the shampoo, you squeezed enough into your hands to wash Clyde’s thick tresses. He let out a happy purring groan when you dug your fingernails into his scalp lightly, as you worked the shampoo through his locks.

While he reared his head back under the spray to rinse his hair, your hands trailed down the thick ropey muscles of his neck. His hand moved down to grab your hip, pulling you flush to his body, rubbing the underside of his cock against your stomach. You kissed across his chest and collarbone, your hands continuing their descent down his body, following the hard planes and firm ridges, until one hand reached his intimidatingly large, throbbing cock. The feeling of him in your hand excited you even more when your fingers were unable to meet around his incredible girth.

Clyde’s hand slipped down your body, pressing between your thighs. He ran his fingers through your folds a few times, pleased at the satin wetness he had already earned, before sliding two thick fingers into you.

Bending toward you, he kissed your neck as he rubbed his fingers against the ripples of your front wall. Pumping his fingers in and out of you, he had pleasure beginning to spark through your core in minutes, and your thighs already beginning to tremble.

Pulling his fingers from you, his hot lips crashed down against yours, kissing you deeply, as his huge hand gripped the flesh of your ass. You were just as hungry for him, nails scratching across his shoulders and back, breathless as you inhaled his kiss. You tried to pull Clyde impossibly closer, locking your arms around his neck, as his dense body slid against yours.

Pressing his chest to yours, he backed you against the cool tile wall. The enormous hand that grasped at your ass trailed lower down your body, smoothing and squeezing its way down your thigh. Clyde bent his knees, sinking his body low enough to follow his hand. Gripping the back of your thigh, he lifted you with him as he straightened, effortlessly pulling your feet off the floor and bringing your hips flush with his, your back braced against the wall.

Eager to feel him inside you, your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, as your hands twisted and tugged at his hair. Growling into your mouth, Clyde planted his thick forearm against the wall beside your head, pushing himself back enough to smile down at you.

Beaming at you like you were the most beautiful woman in the world, his painfully hard cock nudged between your slick folds. His grin widened into a toothy smile when his thick velvety tip pushed against your entrance.

“Ya want me inside ya, darlin?’” He asked you thickly. “Want me t’ split your pretty pussy open with my big cock?”

“Fuck yes, I do,” you affirmed, pushing your hips out to catch his tip inside you.

Bucking his hips forward, he plunged inside you in one firm thrust. Your mouth fell open, moaning lewdly, as he stretched you around him and filled you deeper than anything you had ever experienced.

“Goddamn, your pussy’s nice ‘n tight for me,” Clyde grunted, his breath hot on your skin. “I’ve never felt anythin’ this good before.”

His long hair tickled your cheek while his lips kissed across your jaw and down your neck, licking and biting at your skin amid caresses of his lips. Your body jostled with every powerful thrust as he began fucking you against the tile. You reached for purchase on his broad shoulders, your head falling back against the wall, lost in pleasure. Beneath your hands, Clyde’s rigid muscles tensed and flexed with every piston of his hips into you.

You couldn’t believe your luck. First, putting a grisly end to several cowardly women killers. Now, being fucked deliciously rough by the beast of a man who had rescued you. You laughed at the thought, your ecstasy mounting with every hard thrust as your pussy tightened around his thick cock.

“Ya like bein’ fucked nice n’ rough?” Clyde growled, pumping into you hard and fast. “Ya like me poundin’ my cock into your tight little pussy?”

“Keep fucking me just like that. Make me cum all over your cock,” you commanded, angling your hips to allow him to sink even deeper into you.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fuck ya just as hard as ya want for just as long as ya want, darlin,’” he huffed, voice strained from his exertion, ensuring that his cock stroked along the places inside you that made your pussy clench. “I’ll make ya cum nice n’ hard for me.”

A shiver coursed through your body, shaking your limbs and tingling down your spine. Every drag of his cock pulling you deeper into the depths of your pleasure. Clyde grunted with a particularly rough thrust, making your pussy seize tight around his cock with your gushing orgasm.

“Christ, darlin,’” Clyde gritted through clenched teeth at the feeling of you pulsing around his cock, struggling to keep his pace while he fucked you through your high.

When he felt your muscles slacken where you held him with every part of your body, he slammed his cock deep inside of you, cumming with a rumbling groan. You felt the warmth spread into you from the hot ropes of his cum. The powerful muscles in his towering body rippled beneath your hands, ecstasy shuddering through him.

Clyde’s breath panted on your neck, hot as the steam in the shower, as he huffed to catch his breath. His hand reached around to your back, supporting you when your legs fell from his waist. He lowered you gently back down to the slick floor of the shower.

Placing your hands on his chest, you steadied yourself against his firm body. His left arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight, stroking his right hand along your back.

The pastel light of dawn peeked through the steamy window, filling the bathroom with a soft glow. The rain had blown through, replaced by a misty veil. Feeling Clyde’s adoring embrace, you knew that it was also the dawn of a beautiful new chapter in your life with the handsome man who had stumbled into your life by chance.

The warm water now felt too hot on your skin. Clyde must have felt the same, turning it to cool before tipping his shaggy head back under the drizzle, letting it splash down onto his face. When he smoothed the water off his features and returned his eyes to yours, his lips held a sheepish grin.

“That was incredible, darlin,” he said, looking down at you lovingly. “What’s a man gotta do t’ get a girl like you t’ wanna stay around a while?”

“I’d say you’re doing a pretty good job of that, handsome,” you returned with a smile, as you made an attempt to tame the wild tangle that his dense mane had become.

Outside, the sound of an approaching engine and squeaking shocks intruded upon your moment.

“I better go n’ see what that’s all about. Finish up your shower, beautiful,” Clyde told you softly, leaning down to place a final lingering kiss to your lips, before exiting the shower.

Hurriedly rinsing the sweat and residue of your arousal, you stepped out from the shower and into Clyde’s enormous shirt. Hugging the soft well-worn material around you, you walked back through the welcoming cabin to find Clyde talking to another large man, who stood in the front doorway, waving his arms animatedly, a ball cap sitting askew over his brunette hair.

“I tell ya, Clyde,” the stranger exclaimed, chastising your man. “You’re gettin’ sloppy. Ya made one big ass mess last night. And I wake up t’ find that I have to help ya clean it up this mornin.’ Havin’ t’ catch a man ya let escape! On my day off, no less!”

“Now Jimmy, I’d think you’d be the last man who’d have the nerve to go complainin’ t’ me about havin’ t’ help me clean up a little mess,” Clyde told the other man, leaning against the wall. Standing only in a pair of jeans, water ran down his broad back from his dripping hair. “Do I even need t’ say ‘cauliflower’ to ya?”

“That’s a sorry thing for ya to pull on me, and ya damn well know it,” Jimmy complained, holding his hands up in resignation. “But fine, I’ll clean up your messy wet work this mornin.’ Where’s my chainsaw?”

“In the barn where ya left her.” Clyde gestured in the direction of the barn. “Don’t mind the fella you’ll find in there. He’s part a’ the same crew.”

“Are ya at least goin’ t’ help me?” Jimmy asked incredulously.

“Not right at the moment. I have a lovely lady t’ cook breakfast for this mornin,’” Clyde replied, casting a glance over his shoulder.

Hearing yourself referenced, you walked forward to stand beside Clyde. His large arm wrapped around your waist as he placed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Well, I will be damned,” Jimmy said, eyebrows raised as he looked between the two of you.

Clyde only responded by beaming back at him with a proud smile and pulling you tighter to his side.

Tipping his baseball cap to you, Jimmy offered a simple, “Ma’am,” before backing out of the door and closing it behind him, grumbling inaudibly as he walked back to his truck.

“Coffee?” Clyde asked, returning his attention to you. “I’ll fix us up some breakfast too.”

You answered by pulling him down into a tender kiss, smiling back at him.

Clyde led you into the kitchen, busying himself with making coffee and breakfast. Looking out of the kitchen window, you watched Jimmy haul a bound and gagged man out of the bed of his truck. He dragged the man you recognized as Bubba, thrashing and flailing, behind Clyde’s cabin.

Standing in the kitchen, sipping your coffee, while bacon sizzled on the stove, Clyde held your hand gently in his strong encompassing grip. Looking around the cabin, you realized just how much cleaning the two of you had to undertake today. You were comforted by the knowledge that afterwards you would no doubt enjoy another steaming shower with your handsome man and a much deserved evening spent together in a nice bed.

Outside, you heard the chugging sound of the motor of a chainsaw roaring to life. The terrified screams that accompanied the changes in the pitch of the chainsaw didn’t faze you one bit as Jimmy went to work on the final man.

“Do you think our story would be a horror movie or a romance?” You mused, looking up at Clyde.

“Well, I reckon that depends on who’s tellin’ it. I’m feelin’ romantic as hell right about now, darlin,’” Clyde pondered, a shy smile on his lips as he met your eyes. “But it’d be one helluva horror story for those other boys, that’s for damn sure.”

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#my stuff!#my writing #clyde logan x you #clyde logan x reader #best #fic #clyde #halloween

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years ago

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RP Memes from Rush Hour & Rush Hour 2

"Why you ain't tell me about the bridge?"

"Wipe yourself off, man. You dead."

"The drop will be made tonight. The amount will be fifty million dollars."

"Fifty million dollars? Man, who do you think you kidnapped? Chelsea Clinton?!"

"Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?"

"I'll hit you so hard you'll end up in the Ming Dynasty."

"It ain't 'you all', it's "y'all"!"

"It would take me all day to kiss your fat ass."

"We've must be a misunderstanding, 'cause I was sent down here for the big case for the kidnapping of the little girl."

"He *is* the situation."

"You destroyed half a city block!"

"Hey, don't talk about my father."

"That's why I don't have no partner, that's one thing I learned from my daddy."

"Man, just sit there and shut up! This ain't no democracy."

" I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito. Your ass belongs to me."

"My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer."

"You don't know nothing about no war."

"Everybody knows war."

"They don't give a damn about you! They don't like you! I don't like you!"

"The girl don't like you! Nobody likes you!"

"The Beach Boys are great American music."

"I like to let people talk who like to talk. It lets me find out how full of shit they are."

"Well, didn't I give you the bigger half?"

" ...which one of y'all kicked me?"

"Fifteen hours? What are we gonna do for fifteen hours?"

"I should take your ass to jail, you know that?"

"You got a prescription for this?"

"You better have glaucoma."

"Whoo! You know he dead."

"Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody."

"You serious? I don't know what to say. It's like a dream come true."

"I ain't gonna kill you this time. I'm just gonna kick your ass!"

" Did you hear what I just said? Get your shit and go out the door!"

" I didn't know you spoke Chinese."

" I never told you I didn't, you just assumed I didn't."

"I can't hold anymore! I'm slipping!"

" Every now and then we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up."

"You know that other stuff but you don't know his name? "

" You said your father is a legend."

"You believe your father wasted his life, that he died for nothing?"

"Don't come up here in my place of business and scaring me like that, god damn."

" I need to know who this guy is runnin' 'round town buying up all these explosives and weapons."

"God damn, don't nobody know his name."

"Push the goddamn button!"

" I'm gonna kick your ass and then I'll take your ass to jail."

"I'm gonna make you mayor."

"Get rid of this guy, he's gonna get you killed."

"America is a very friendly place."

"Stupid fool, get the hell out of my way!"

"Well, even if I said anything, who would want the bullshit job?"

"What you did was dangerous, and completely against policy, not only that...you did a good job."

"No disrespect, sir, but he's only gonna get in my way. If I'm gonna handle the situation for you, I'm gonna have to work alone."

" You ain't the only one with quick hands now, right?"

" What is this shit about your daughter?"

" I'm gonna pretend you a man. A very beautiful man with a great body that I'd like to take to the movies."

"You know, we could have been a good couple. We could have had something special. But you one crazy-ass bitch!"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a bomb in your mouth?"

"They will torture us for three days."

"They will cut off our eggrolls."

"Behind every big crime there's a rich white man waiting for his cut."

"You invited them to get naked and sacrifice a small goat."

"We both know you wouldn't take a bullet for someone else."

"Just follow my lead. Act like a tourist."

"I can't believe I flew 10,000 miles for this shit!"

"I'm tall, dark and handsome, and you're third world ugly."

"I don't like my chickens alive, I like 'em dead and deep fried."

"I always dreamed of going to Madison Square Gardens, see the Knicks play."

"I could use another vacation."

"Man, I'm up here working, putting my life on the line, and you up here messing around, dancing with some bimbo...does she have a friend?"

"I'll meet you at the bar in ten minutes. They don't like tourists in here, so try to blend in."

"He never begged for his life. Or tried to make a deal."

"If you ain't gonna shoot him, kung fu his ass or something!"

"Who put their hand on my butt? Do it again."

"Look at that rat!"

"I'm not the one running up in massage parlors looking for crime lords."

"I'll be remembered for getting rid of you."

"I want to slice those pretty lips right off her face."

"I'd put that knife away, bitch, before you have an accident."

"Wipe yourself off, you're bleeding."

"Snoopy is like six inches taller than you."

"I love Snoopy."

"It was a cowboy hat, and now it's a pith helmet."

"Nothing touches this body but pure silk."

"There are a lot of men chasing us."

"Some people think it's tacky, but I like it when couples dress alike."

"Let's put a dead animal on you."

"He likes you."

"I'm not shopping with you no more."

#rush hour #rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay meme #roleplay starters #roleplay memes

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xthemagiciancard · 3 years ago

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

BASIC INFORMATION

FULL NAME : Constance Nesrine Leithold

MEANING : The name Constance is a girl's name of Latin origin meaning "steadfastness".

ALIAS / NICKNAMES : Connie, Ms. Leithold, and Painted Lady.

TITLE(S) : None.

DATE OF BIRTH , AGE & ZODIAC : October 13th / 35 y.o / Scorpio

GENDER , PRONOUNS , ORIENTATION : Cis Woman, She + Her, Demisexual.

SPECIES : Vrajiit

POWER MANIFESTATION : Constance has the power of tattoo manipulation, which is described as the ability to manipulate body art.

POWER LIMITATIONS : She can only convert objects into body art and return them to their physical form. The actual size of the object will stay the same size once it is converted on her skin. Objects can only overlap, but the more ink that takes up her skin, the less likely that the object will return back to its original physical form. Damaged or scarred skin cannot be used to obtain objects. In addition to that, she cannot have any man-made tattoos. Any injected ink into her skin will disappear automatically.

BACKGROUND

OCCUPATION : Master Assassin of The King's Small Council.

RELIGIOUS VIEW : Worships the Gods of Old.

EDUCATION : Well-educated prior to attending the Vrajiit Academy.

PLACE OF BIRTH / RESIDENCE : Born in Crysala and currently resides in the capital of Trasnavda.

FAMILY MEMBERS : Juno Leithold (biological mother), Hadrian Leithold (biological father), and Meris Leithold (sibling).

ALLEGIANCES : To King Basradu.

STANCE : Constance doesn’t fully trust King Basradu, however, the woman doesn’t trust anyone, to be honest. She understands the reasoning behind the restrictions with the Vrajiit. Beings with dangerous and unpredictable powers cannot have too much freedom. But she does believe that they should be treated like the rest; with basic human decency. There is a small part of her that idealistically hopes for better things for the Vrajiit.

APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM : Wakeema Hollis

HAIR / EYE : Coily black hair down to the shoulders and small dark brown eyes.

HEIGHT / BUILD : 5’8 in height with a slender frame.

SPEECH : A gentle, raspy voice with a playful tone. Her words can either come out like an alluring song or sharp like a knife. Her voice claim is Cristina Vee as Helluva Boss‘s Verosika Mayday. (x)

MARKINGS : None.

SCARS : A deep scar on the back of her neck.

TATTOOS / PIERCINGS : Three piercings on each ear and various tattoos; several tarot cards all over her body and an human skull on the middle of her upper back.

BEAUTY HABITS : Always keeps herself clean. She wears her hair either in braids or in a bun when she is needed to attend a formal event. Typically, she wraps her hair in a silk scarf before going to bed.

PERSONALITY

TROPES : Faux Affably Evil, Beneath the Mask, The Hedonist, Ax-Crazy, Bitch in Sheep's Clothing, and Death Dealer.

INSPIRATIONS : Iron Bull (Dragon Age), Evelynn (League of Legends), and Katherine Pierce (The Vampire Diaries).

MBTI TYPE : Architect (INTJ-A)

ENNEAGRAM : The Challenger (type 8)

TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine

ALIGNMENT : Neutral Evil

ELEMENT : Air

HOGWARTS HOUSE : Gryffindor

VIRTUES : Temperance and Faith

VICES : Pride and Wrath

HABITS : Smiles when she is angry and gesturing her hands when she talks.

HOBBIES : Bladesmithing, painting, tarot card reading, collecting crystals & gems, and talking to bar patrons.

#warborn.task

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ssvgawara · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu boys and some oddly specific crime they’d commit

a/n: I come back and the first thing I write is a shitpost!! enjoy </3 tw for drugs, murder, alcohol and general crime committing xoxo

Karasuno

Daichi- he’s a cop sorry that’s all there is to it man

Suga- Suga has multiple charges of 1st-degree murder against him but they can’t seem to find his identity so he continues committing murder and will continue until he gets caught or ends up murdering enough people to be put in a position of power

Asahi- everyone is probably like “Oh Asahi is innocent” NO. He has learned that his slightly scary face will let him get away with a lot, he is buying alcohol illegally because he looks old enough to, and he’s buying so much other shit and just getting away with it

Nishinoya- This man gives fucking pimp vibes I can just see him in the big leopard print fur coat with a pretty girl in his lap and he calls himself big poppa but no one else will

Tanaka- Drug dealer vibes, probably runs an entire fucking drug ring with his sister and not just a Lil weed these mfkas have the hard shit too like you could probably buy meth from them, he’s not using it but it’s good business

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita- They literally rob a bank they have an entire scheme and get away with multiple bank robberies and this goes on for MONTHS

Kageyama- We know he’s volleyball smart but otherwise he’s so mfing stupid and I love him for it but he is a chronic shoplifter. Just picks something up and takes it, has walked out of a store without paying for an entire bed set once and got away with it somehow so idk props to him

Hinata- He is the little guy in any heist situation, he fits anywhere so he can sneak in and out the best, he gave himself the stupid ass code name tiny giant but everyone goes with it because somehow he is the best

Tsukishima- armed robbery, but he doesn’t have a gun just a knife like he’s tall and as an attitude, a knife will get him whatever he needs he doesn’t need the gun

Yamaguchi- He runs a catfishing scheme where he pretends to be a naive girl, scams old men out of their money, and then ghosts them and I think it’s what he deserves let him carry on especially because no one would believe it’s him. Also not really like a crime crime but still a crime in a way

Kiyoko- She kills men and I know it, Queen Kiyoko ending the patriarchy one shitty man at a time like she only kills men who deserve it bc some have rights.

Yachi- She’s too anxious to commit an in-person crime so she does a lot of cybercrime, hacking government databases and releasing info to the people, truly the anonymous we deserve

Saeko- She’s running that drug ring with Tanaka, and she loves it because there’s a thrill to it even though yknow she’s dealing literal meth but like its fine plus she loves rocking people’s shit when they get too handsy, which bring me to my next point underground MMA Saeko, like the illegal one with no rules yeah <3

Ukai- this man probably sells all kinda shit to minors that he shouldn’t he is so unbothered a 7-year-old could probably walk in ask for a pack of camels and get them and leave before he noticed what was going on.

Takeda- Did y’all see how scared Hinata was when Takeda gave him that lecture? This dude could kidnap someone and scare them into giving all the information he needed, a legend truly

Aoba Johsai

Oikawa- took steroids one time. And of course in sports, that’s not allowed. But he only did it once and regretted it for months afterward. Never told anyone and was just relieved he didn’t have to piss in a cup and have someone find out.

Matsukawa- Without hesitation, I know this man takes dead people’s bones and sells them on the internet. Has dubbed himself the bone man and he feels so much power when someone buys a femur or sumn. It’s kinda funny honestly he has a hoard of bones to sell, his fave is the pelvis.

Hanamaki- He’s in between jobs because he stole money from his last job, like he said he was sorry he just needed a little extra for gas but was sad to find out that’s a literal crime and he was laundering money.

Iwaizumi- he’s a street racer, like the fast and furious style and it’s so sexy of him like late-night races ugh to be in an expensive fast car with him where he has one hand on my thigh okay that’s enough of that.

Kunimi- Look me in the eye and tell me he does not do drugs. He does and if you don’t believe me you are wrong and I will fight you on this one.

Kyotani- If there is a crime he will commit it for fun. Like he will do it with no hesitation. He has a record longer than twilight and I’m not sure how he is not in prison actually nvm he escaped and is a wanted criminal lol

Shiritorizawa

Ushijima- Assault, he just reeks of getting into bar fights when he’s absolutely wasted. Like he most likely didn’t start it but he will be finishing it

Tendou- grave robbing, he just goes into the cemetery picked the oldest plots, and gets to digging. Has made thousands on dead people jewelry and probably won’t get caught, like besides the groundskeeper there’s no security he will never stop.

Semi- he breaks copyright laws on the daily. He’s sampling music in his all the time but he’s doing it so sneakily it’s fine its what deserves stream his band on Spotify right now,

Shirabu- His bangs are criminal enough. No, but he has stolen drugs from the hospital before he just wanted to try the Xanax, and yeah he could just write himself a prescription for it nut like it’s so easy to just go get some and no report it so that’s what he did.

Goshiki- y’all want me to say arson don’t you?? Fine. He commits arson multiple times and kills 7 people with fire before getting arrested and he doesn’t even feel bad so in prison he probably fucking runs a gang he is crazy.

Nekoma

Kuroo- he is a capitalist and class traitor and that’s crime enough I don’t care is he’s attractive or rich, He commits crimes daily by just existing but I still love him anyway.

Kai- Could not commit a crime he just wants to garden and live his life. Jk there’s at minimum one body in that garden let him kill a man he deserves it just let him have one dead body

Yaku- he keyed someone’s car once just because they pissed him off. Was it kuroo? Yes. But that’s fine because he also keyed Lev’s car but blamed lev for keying kuroo’s and Kuroo for keying Lev’s. He just wants to watch the world burn.

Kenma- cyberbullying but man he is mean. Like no bars held we will dig into every insecurity he can and that shit hurts and he doesn’t even feel bad about it he will just be as mean as he can if you’re not careful

Lev- his crime is being tall and dumb also doesn’t understand the economy and prints counterfeit money because why can’t we print more money? The government should get on that.

Inuoka- He released all the animals from a zoo, like snuck in one night and just let them all free, I’m surprised the tiger didn’t eat him but hey the animals are free, there’s still some missing uh oh he’s very proud of himself for it. After the rush, he starts sneaking into shelters and freeing all the dogs and cats

Yamamoto and Fukunaga- Have egged a house before, it was Kuroo’s he deserves all this bullying and you can’t stop me.

Date Tech

Aone- Criminal Conspiracy, sure he had an entire foolproof plan to get away with the perfect crime but someone found out, and now his plans are ruined, damn </3 and no one ever suspects the quiet guy either.

Futakuchi- Having a prostitute, he just wanted some company like mans is lonely so he paid a girl to just spend a Lil time with him it’s all good.

Fukurodani

Bokuto- I know we all haha funny laugh at tax evader bokuto and sure maybe he evades his taxes but he’s also committed vehicular manslaughter, he cannot drive and has killed someone with his car maybe even multiple someones but he always drives off in a panic because he doesn’t know what else to do.

Akaashi- Hasn’t actively committed a crime but has been an accomplice in every vehicular manslaughter Bokuto has committed why the fuck does he keep letting bokuto drive? He really needs to stop that.

Konoha- A master scammer he is so convincing everyone gives him money even if they’re a little sus because he’s just that good each scheme is so convincing.

Inarizaki

Kita- He grows weed, you can’t tell me those rice fields are just for rice he’s got all this space he is growing marijuana and selling it, let him do it I want him to be my plug.

Atsumu- "What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning, the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico, but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting. I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years. She's never taken another lover. I don't care. I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier."

Osamu- resisting arrest. He just said no and ran. Granted he shouldn’t have punched the cop in the first place to have to be arrested but like that’s not the point here.

Aran- accidental child abandonment, like he just forgot he was babysitting and left the kid alone for like a day. He felt terrible but he still forgot the kid and now is fearful of parenthood

Suna- owns an illegal weapon, like he just never registered it and keeps it around and would use it if needed Suna please just point the weapon at me maybe

Others

Terushima- Graffiti, he loves painting on the walls of buildings and tagging them, has so much spraypaint and his day isn’t complete if he doesn’t tag at least one building or train car.

Daishou- Public intoxication- he got a little too fucked up and stripped on the street he will forever have to live with everyone knowing he has an ass tattoo like damn bruh

Sakusa- Perjury he simply wanted to get out of court so he said some shit so he could leave granted he lied under oath but whatever, did they ever find out? No, so he’s fine and he’d do it again if it meant he could leave faster. Like sure he was a witness to a murder but bruh he pretends he does not see.

Hoshihumi- driving without a license he simply thought you didn’t need one because why do you need a piece of plastic to say you can drive a car like??? Just know how to drive it.

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Take It or Leave It | Eddie Munson

A/N: I’m hyperfixated on Stranger Things Season 4 and Eddie Munson so... this might have multiple parts? I left it on a cliff hanger. This is pure fluff right now.

Summary: You’re home alone for the weekend when you see something suspicious at your neighbor, Reefer Rick’s, house. You go to investigate (against your better judgement) and find someone unexpected.

Pairing: Eddie x fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of murder, violence, alcohol, drugs, drunk reader, divorce, swearing

Word Count: 4.7 k

“Don’t leave this house this weekend, okay? With everything going on and a murderer on the loose, I don’t want you to be sitting outside past dark, either. I’ll call when I get to Milwaukee. There’s pizza money on the counter for tomorrow.” Your dad put his big hand on your shoulder. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off.

“You don’t have to worry about me going anywhere. I’m a loser, remember? No friends to hang out with.”

You initially didn’t want to move to Hawkins with your dad. You hated the cold and you hated that there were no beaches in landlocked Indiana. You wanted to stay in Florida with your mom. But then your mom started dating perfect, muscular, fitness instructor Dave and he moved his two kids into your childhood home and suddenly you became obsolete and in the way. When your mom called your dad and asked him to take you off her hands for senior year, you weren’t surprised.

The summer had been fine, you’d mostly stuck to the lake that sprawled behind your dad’s cabin. You read more romance and horror novels than your brain could comprehend while sitting on the dock. You burned through every book written by Shirley Jackson and Jane Austen. Your dad tried to encourage you to get out and meet the local kids, but you preferred the solitude. Or at least you told yourself that you preferred being alone. When school began in August you blended in so seamlessly that no one even asked if you were new. Being ignored was better than being targeted.

The only exciting thing that happened during the slow, sticky months was your next door neighbor being hauled off to prison for distributing weed. ‘Reefer Rick,’ as he was known, was a local legend and well-known drug dealer. Your dad practically cheered when the cops pulled up, he was always more strait-laced and law-abiding than you thought necessary. He complained constantly about the weed smell wafting from the house. Now the house sat vacant, growing dusty and dank and dragging down everyone’s property value.

Your dad sighed and turned his back to you, grabbing his duffel bag by the door. “There’s also TV dinners in the freezer and cereal in the pantry. I’ll be back on Tuesday.”

“Safe travels,” you said sardonically. As he left you turned the lock and pressed your back to the door. Alone at last. Your blissful long weekend included a horror movie double feature of Halloween and The Shining that you rented earlier in the day from Family Video. The girl who worked the desk at the local video shop, Robin, always tried to make small talk with you when you would ride up on your bike to pick up a new horror flick or romcom. She talked a lot and you didn’t talk enough. Her coworker, Steve, even asked you out to dinner once, but you thought he was pulling your leg so you said no. You didn’t feel like you could befriend cool kids like them.

You set up the VCR and walked over to the fridge, pulling out one of your dad’s prized cans of PBR. You cracked the can open and plopped down on the beat-up leather sofa in the middle of the room. You clicked on the remote and settled in as young Michael Meyers pulled a kitchen knife out of a drawer.

***

As the closing credits of The Shining rolled across your screen a few hours later, you felt equal parts scared shitless and hazily drunk. Having three beers on an empty stomach while watching horror films home alone probably wasn’t your best idea. You staggered into the kitchen and pulled a Hungry Man out of the freezer: chicken and gravy edition. As you attempted to pry open the cardboard box, you looked out over the lake behind the house. You could admit that you loved Lovers’ Lake in spite of hating Hawkins, but tonight the shadows seemed longer than normal, and you shivered.

You couldn’t get the cardboard box to open. You slammed the frozen brick down on the counter and grabbed a pair of scissors out of the drawer beside the sink. As you were about to massacre the packaging you saw something glint out of the corner of your eye. You stopped and pressed your face to the kitchen window. You held your breath, wondering if the flash you saw was in your mind. Until it happened again.

You saw another flash in the window of Reefer Rick’s boat shed followed by a shadowy figure. You backed away from the window and pressed your free hand to your chest. There was a murderer on the loose in Hawkins and Rick’s property had been empty for months. It would be the perfect hiding spot for a killer! Your imagination ran wild picturing a bloodied man hiding in the shadows looking for his next victim.

Without thinking, and against your better judgement, you slipped on your beat-up Converse and decided to go investigate. You’d seen more slasher films than anyone you knew, but that didn’t stop you from ignoring the final girl logic and going to see for yourself.

You clutched the scissors in your hand and staggered onto the back porch of your dad’s house. The night air was stagnant, only the sound of crickets and frogs breaking up the silence. Your vision swam even though buzz was beginning to wane a little as your heart slammed against your ribs. You creeped closer to the shed, coming up to the mildewy window. You peeked inside and saw nothing at all.

The boat shed held a little boat with an outboard engine and a bunch of old crap piled up around the edges of the room. Reefer Rick was quite the pack rat. You stood on your tip toes, trying to get a better look at the rest of the building. After a few moments you let out a sigh of relief, feeling ridiculous for thinking that the Hawkins murderer would be hiding in your next door neighbor’s shed. The killer was probably halfway to Michigan by now with the insane search happening. You chuckled to yourself nervously.

You started to turn away from the shed when you heard a bang inside. Your heart leapt into your throat. You tiptoed towards the flimsy metal door and banged it open.

“Killer!” You announced loudly, “come out now and I won’t hurt you!” Your hand holding the scissors was suspended in the air. You tried to sound so fierce but then you hiccupped.

A masculine figure emerged from the boat with hands up. “I can promise I am not the guy you’re looking for.”

As he stood, the pale light filtering through the windows lining the shed illuminated him. He was average height in a leather jacket with a shaggy haircut.

“Eddie Munson? Why the fuck are you in Rick’s shed?” You stumbled forward slightly.

Eddie turned towards you and squinted in the dark, “Who are you? Why are you holding scissors? Are you drunk?”

You realized you’d never actually had a conversation with the guy you were holding at scissor-point. You knew Eddie because Eddie made himself known to everyone at Hawkins High School. He was the guy who did monologues about society on the cafeteria tables, he was the guy who ran the Hellfire Club, and he was the guy you stole glances at every chance you got. Your brain felt scrambled. You stammered your name and confirmed you’d been drinking a little.

“I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced, why don’t you put down the scissors and we can talk about all this,” Eddie gestured broadly at the room. The rings on his fingers glinted in the moonlight.

You placed the scissors on the work bench beside you and Eddie released a breath he had been holding.

“Why are you hiding in Rick’s shed?”

Eddie cleared his throat, “You know that big investigation happening? Well, some people think I killed Chrissy Cunningham.”

Your eyes widened and you thought about yelling for help. Eddie closed the gap between you two in three steps and pressed his palm to your mouth.

“You don’t want to do that, sweetheart. I can assure you that I am no killer. At least not in real life.” He peered at you in the dark and lowered his hand. “Aren’t you that new girl? I think I’ve seen you around. You’re from Florida, right? Like a reverse snowbird.” He smiled at his joke before his dark eyes grew serious again, “Please don’t yell for anyone.”

You didn’t understand how he was getting off the topic of being a murderer to ask about your background. “Did you kill her?”

“No!” He shook his shaggy hair, “No, I didn’t. Something did. I’m not sure – but it wasn’t me!”

Eddie was still too close for comfort, his chest brushing yours every time you inhaled. You stepped back slightly, your senses feeling overwhelmed. You pressed your back against the door.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “If you didn’t kill her then why are you hiding? Why don’t you just go to the police? People who don’t have anything to hide don’t hide.”

“Look,” Eddie pressed his palms to his eyes, “just because I say I’m innocent doesn’t mean that everyone in this narrow-minded, stupid, conservative town believes I’m innocent. Half of the basketball team is on the hunt for my ass and-- according to my sources-- they’re armed to the teeth.” His full lips pulled into a line. “I’m a dead man walking, and while I thought I made peace with my mortality, I realize now that I have been lying to myself.”

You reeled at the thought of people starting a witch hunt for Eddie. He was branded as the town freak, a satanist, a cult leader, and more because of his music taste and extracurricular activities. He liked smoking weed, he liked metal and he played D&D. That was about as far as his alleged delinquency went, according to school gossip. The Satanic Panic turned every God-fearing conformist’s brain into mush. Your dad, despite being a relatively progressive guy, even raised his eyebrows at your copy of The Exorcist.

You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as you thought, and you pretended not to notice Eddie’s eyes looking at your mouth.

“If people are looking for you, don’t you think they’d check your drug dealer’s house? Doesn’t this kind of make you a sitting duck.”

“Hence my current predicament,” Eddie shifted from one foot to the other. “I’m, pardon my French, royally and severely fucked. Thank you for pointing it out.”

You looked around the room once more and at the guy in front of you. He looked tired and worse for wear. His clothes were rumpled, and his hair could stand a brush. There were no lights in the shed so you doubted there was electricity.

“My dad is out of town for the weekend if you’d rather stay somewhere with a shower and food.” You couldn’t believe the words were tumbling out of your mouth. “I, uh, live next door. I saw the flashlight from my kitchen and that’s why I came over.”

Eddie’s smirked, “A pretty girl who is home alone for the weekend came over to investigate what she thought was a murderer in a boat shed? Don’t you have a reputation at school for being smart? You must be hammered.”

You were glad that it was so dark in the room or Eddie would surely see the blush on your cheeks. You’d never been accused of being pretty before. You also had no idea that you had any reputation at school.

“The offer stands, take it or leave it. I’m starving so I’m going to go heat up my dinner now.” You grabbed your scissors and turned to leave.

“Oh, I’m definitely taking you up on this offer,” Eddie wandered over to the boat and reached inside to pull out his cassette player. “Lead the way, M’lady.”

You pushed the door open and looked both ways before letting Eddie follow behind you. Your neighbors were exceedingly nosy. Your neighbor on the other side of your dad’s home had come over a few weeks ago to complain that she could hear you having yelling matches on the phone with your mom about moving back to Florida. You didn’t realize how thin the walls were or how loud you could be when you were angry.

You walked back into the kitchen where your thawing dinner sat on the counter. Your belly churned at the thought of eating anything at this point. Your brain felt foggy and your stomach was beginning to hurt from the beer.

Eddie blinked hard in the bright room. He looked exhausted with dark rings around his eyes and a grey pallor to his face. You couldn’t believe that Eddie Munson was standing in your house. Never in a million years would you have thought anyone from school would be in your house, let alone Eddie.

“You probably want a shower, right? I’ll go grab something of my dad’s for you to wear and I’ll toss your stuff in the wash. We don’t have a dryer though so I’ll have to hang the laundry up, if that’s okay? Oh –” You were speaking so fast.

Eddie leaned his hip against the counter and took you in, his head cocked in amusement. “Are you blushing? Am I making you nervous?”

“No. Do you want chicken and gravy or would you prefer meatloaf for dinner?” You lied about not blushing. All of the alcohol and endorphins were running wild in your body. Your face was a deep pink.

“Whichever is easiest. I haven’t had anything but Chef Boyardee in days, my standards are abysmally low.”

You nervously smoothed your hair down and nodded. You pulled another chicken and gravy meal out of the freezer and turned on the oven to preheat. You left Eddie standing in the kitchen and walked back to your dad’s room. You dug through his closet for an old shirt and pajama pants. Unfortunately, the only pants you could find were Christmas themed and across the butt they said: “You Can Jingle My Bells.” You wanted to die at the thought of giving them to Eddie, but you realized that nothing else your dad owned would fit his thin frame. Your head began to throb.

When you walked back into the living room you saw Eddie staring at the framed school photos of you that your dad kept hung on the wall above the couch.

“These are cute,” Eddie said without turning towards you, “I like the pigtails, they’re a real statement.” He pointed to your kindergarten photo.

You pressed your cool hand to your warm cheeks and tried to quiet the butterflies in your churning stomach. You really needed to drink something. “Here’s some PJs, I’m sorry they’re awful.”

Eddie turned towards you and could hardly contain his laughter at the 1975 Family Reunion shirt and Christmas pants you handed to him. “This will be one of my more eclectic looks.” You wanted to die on the spot, but instead you tried to remain solemn as you showed him to the bathroom and shoved a towel at him.

“Are you sure you don’t want to join me?” Eddie said playfully, leaning in the doorframe.

“Can’t, the oven is on,” You replied without thinking before realizing how mortifying it was that you just implied that you’d join Eddie in the shower if the oven wasn’t on. You turned even more red and pulled the door closed on him.

You walked back into the kitchen and poured yourself the world’s largest glass of water and slammed two pain relievers back. You needed to flush your system of any trace of alcohol so you could be in control of yourself. You didn’t behave irrationally, and you didn’t say weird things like ‘can’t, the oven is on’. That wasn’t you. You felt ridiculous. You couldn’t believe you invited Eddie to stay the weekend with you.

As you prepped the TV dinners and slid them into the oven you recalled the first time you had seen Eddie. It was your second or third day of school that year and you were walking in the hallway. You saw Jason, school king and jock extraordinaire, cornering Eddie by the bathroom.

Eddie had his hands up in that noncommittal way he usually played, “Look, man, I don’t have anything to do with your teammate being dropped from the team. Terry wanted to smoke, I wanted to make money. Not my fault he got caught.”

Jason puffed his chest up at Eddie, “You need to stay away from my team. Stay away from everyone I know. You’re a freak! You do nothing but make things worse around here.”

Eddie chuckled, “Mission accomplished, then.”

Jason raised a fist towards Eddie and Eddie scurried under his arm and into the hallway. He briefly made eye contact with you and winked. You felt your stomach flip. You knew exactly why you were attracted to Eddie. He had that bad boy thing going on but with a side serving of softie. You saw the way he adopted the younger students who didn’t have anyone into his group. You also saw the way he tried to break people of their narrowmindedness with little success. His methodology wasn’t the best and he had a flair for the dramatic, but he wasn’t all hard edges and biting comments.

You poked holes in the tops of the TV dinners and returned them to the oven.

“How do I look?” Eddie’s voice made you jump and pulled you from your daydream.

You turned towards him and took in the very colorfully dressed guy in front of you. The screaming neon green shirt coupled with the red and yellow pants made your eyes cross.

“You make Cyndi Lauper jealous, I think,” you covered your mouth with your hand.

Eddie shook his damp hair like a dog and laughed, “Cyndi Lauper wishes she could look this good.”

Eddie slid into the chair at the small table in your kitchen. You and your dad never ate meals together so there was tons of junk mail and your old homework scattered across the top. Eddie started straightening the papers into a pile so you’d have room to eat. He pulled a sheet of paper from the stack and flicked it with his fingernail. “I knew you were smart. Book smart and not street smart since you let me in your house.”

“I make okay grades, nothing special.”

He rolls his eyes, “A-, A, B-, A, and a whopping A+ in English. Please spare me your efforts at downplaying your intelligence. You should see my report cards. There’s a reason I am a super senior.”

Your timer went off and you slipped a pair of oven mitts with small fish all over them onto your hands. You didn’t know how to reply to his self-deprecation. Your parents sucked but they never put down your intelligence. You wondered if Eddie’s parents had been less supportive. If he had parents at all.

You slid the plastic tray across the table to Eddie and took a spot beside him. You watched as Eddie inhaled the frozen food as if it were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. You picked at your food, feeling anxious around the boy beside you. Your head was beginning to clear up.

Halfway through your meal the phone rang. You leapt up from your seat and rushed over to the phone attached to the wall.

“Hey, Dad. How’s Wisconsin?” You said into the receiver.

The voice on the phone was not your dad. “Um no… This is Jason, from math class?”

“Oh, hey… Jason,” You felt your heartrate climbing. “What’s up?”

Eddie’s head snapped towards you and his eyes widened. He mouthed fuck over and over.

“You live next door to Reefer Rick’s place, right?”

“Yep. He doesn’t live there right now, though. He went to prison this summer. I think for a while, drug stuff.”

“Look, this is going to sound really weird, but have you seen anybody over at Rick’s place? Or have you seen anything suspicious?”

You gnawed on the inside of your cheek, “No, not at all. Why? Did something happen?” You tried to keep your voice even. Your hands were shaking.

“There’s this murderer on the loose, Eddie Munson. Do you know him? He killed my girlfriend, Chrissy Cunningham. My boys and I think he might be hiding out at Rick’s, but I thought I would call you and check before we drive all the way out there. Have you seen Eddie?” He sounded choked up and angry.

You swallowed hard, “I heard about Chrissy, I’m really sorry. I don’t really know Eddie. Isn’t he that D&D guy? Anyways, I haven’t seen him. I can give you a call if I do see something?”

Jason paused and you heard muffled voices as if he pressed his palm to the receiver.

“Can we pay you a visit? We just want to check things out. He’s a dangerous person.”

“My dad’s out of town and he doesn’t like me to have people over if he’s not here. Sorry. I wish I could help more. If you give me your number, though, I can call… like I said…”

Jason mumbled to people in the background again. “Are you sure you haven’t seen anyone?”

“Jason, maybe you should report what you know to the cops. If Eddie really is… dangerous, then shouldn’t the police be the ones looking for him? I’d hate for you to get hurt.”

“The cops don’t believe us, they’re covering for that freak. Thanks for your help.”

“Have a good night.” The receiver died before you finished your sentence.

“Well that was terrifying,” you turned to face Eddie. His face was as pale as a sheet and he looked as if he might run away any second. He put the fork he was holding down and put his head in his hands.

“Hey,” you walked over to him and pressed a hand to his shoulder. “I think they believed me. I don’t think those meat heads are going to come sniffing around here anytime soon. Besides, they won’t come poking around my house, they have no reason to.”

Eddie shook his head, “They’re not going to stop until I’m dead. Eye for an eye, they don’t care whose eye it is. Everybody thinks I’ve murdered Chrissy except you.” He sounded like a little boy.

You rubbed small circles in his shoulder, “Look at me.”

Eddie looked up at you, his eyes rimmed in red.

“I’m not going to let some jerks come and hurt you. I’m sure this is all one big misunderstanding and once the cops get the real killer, you’ll be free and they’ll feel like jackasses for coming after you.”

He swallowed hard, “What if I told you that whoever, whatever killed Chrissy wasn’t human?”

“When we see something traumatic sometimes our brains think that things are… less easily explained than they are. After all this is over maybe you should talk to Ms. Kelly.” You’d been seeing Ms. Kelly about the divorce and perfect Dave. She was really good at her job and you were sure she could help Eddie too.

Eddie reached up and grabbed your hand, “I’m serious. An invisible monster killed Chrissy. It’s been haunting my nightmares and all I can see is Chrissy floating in the air and being snapped up like a twig.”

You furrowed your brow and looked down at Eddie. He looked frightened, his cocky demeanor shifting to fear. You reached out and pressed your other hand to his face, “I’m sorry you had to see that.” Your skin tingled at the contact with his skin and you felt ridiculous, yet again.

“You believe me, right?”

You cocked your head to the side, “I believe that you’re scared and whoever killed Chrissy must have been awful.”

He looked disappointed but relieved. He could tell you didn’t believe that an invisible monster killed Chrissy, but he appreciated that you didn’t think he did it.

You moved away from Eddie and took your seat at the table again, eating a few more bites of lukewarm food. You felt unsettled by everything that had been revealed so far that evening. Most things weren’t lining up, but you were certain that Eddie Munson wasn’t responsible for any of it.

***

“Ready for bed?” You asked Eddie. Reruns of Cheers filled the background as you and Eddie sat a few feet apart on the couch. Eddie clutched the solitary fish shaped throw pillow to his chest. He looked like he was elsewhere ever since Jason called.

Notably, your father never called when he got to Milwaukee. You figured that whatever conference he was at took precedence over checking in with his teen daughter. It made you irritable even though you wanted to pretend you didn’t care what your dad did or thought.

Eddie didn’t respond to you. He stared blankly at the television, his breathing shallow.

“Eddie? You ready for bed?” You reached over and touched his tattooed arm.

He flinched and looked at you, panic in his eyes. After a few seconds he realized where he was and what he was doing.

“Oh, yeah. Sounds good.”

You stood from the couch and went to the linen closet, pulling out a big ugly fishing themed blanket that your dad stuffed away. It probably belonged to the previous owners. You brought the blanket to Eddie and then walked into your room, grabbing one of the many pillows from your bed.

“My room is the one across from the bathroom if you need anything. If you wake up before me, you can go ahead and make whatever you want from the fridge or freezer. I think we have Frosted Flakes too, but I’d smell the milk before you use it.”

Eddie smiled up at you from where he sat on the couch, “Thanks for letting me stay. This beats sleeping on a boat.” Your heart skips a beat in your chest as he looks up at you.

“No problem.” You smiled back at him. On your way to your room you shoved his dirty laundry into the washer and turned the machine on. The washer roared to life and you kicked yourself for not starting the load earlier.

You shut your bedroom door behind you and pressed your hand to your forehead. You replayed the way Jason sounded in your mind. He was so determined to find Eddie, you were sure that Eddie was in serious trouble.

You slipped into a big t-shirt and shorts, climbing into your bed. You had no idea what to do with Eddie once your dad came back. You wondered if you could let him stay somehow, hide under your bed. You knew your dad would kill you if he knew you had a boy staying over. Especially a wanted man.

You pulled your pillow over your face and groaned. As sleep started to come over you, you heard a soft knock at your door.

“Yeah?” You mumbled sleepily.

Eddie cracked open the door and peeked his head in, “I know this is going to sound like I’m trying to pull something on you… but I can’t sleep. I was wondering if I could, um, sleep on your floor?”

You sat up and rubbed your eye, “are you okay?”

“When I close my eyes I see Chrissy,” he swallowed hard. “Sorry, this is stupid. I’ll go lay down. I’m sure I’ll get tired enough that I’ll just fall asleep. Sorry.”

You reached out to grab the edge of the door before it closed, “No, it’s totally understandable. You can sleep here. Don’t sleep on the floor though, that’s not comfortable. There’s room for two.” You slid over closer to the wall that your bed pressed up against and lifted the edge of the covers. You weren’t thinking clearly and Eddie looked at you skeptically. “Take it or leave it, Eddie. Either way.”

You rolled over and tried to still your pounding heart. What were you thinking? Inviting Eddie Munson to share your bed.

The edge of the bed dipped, and Eddie’s leg brushed yours under the covers as he situated himself. “Thanks.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things season four #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #strangerthings

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fourthwallhateclub · 3 years ago

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Description: Emma is with Phoenix when she is kidnapped, can Bravo set aside their emotions in time to save her, or will they be too late...

A/N: I wrote some things like this over on Ao3 under “FourthWallHateClub”, this will eventually have a second part but with my ADHD I don’t know when that will happen 🙃 please feel free to send feedback on the fix, I know it’s shit but I live for shit so 🤭

@rebelreblogs

Emma's POV

Darkness... Floating... Silence... My eyes fluttered open and started to adjust to the light... where was I? The door slammed open,

"You're awake!" Was that... was that an Afghan accent? Then it all came back to hit me like a freight train...

48 hours before hand

"Sup Dalton." I said.

"Shut it Hayes." He said pissed off.

I turned to Mac with a questioning look, "Who pissed in his coffee?"

Mac smirked, "Don't take it personally, he's not pissed with you, he's pissed with Maddie. He was on his way to a football game with one of our old delta buddies when he got the call."

"It's..." I glanced at my watch, "1300 hours?"

"We we're gonna have a few beers!" Dalton groaned.

'More than a few.' I mouthed to Mac, he just coughed to stifle his laugh.

Matty walked in, tapping the glass creating a privacy screen, and clicked a button bringing an image up on screen. "Amir-Botzwat-Asharu."

"10 of clubs..." I breathed out in disbelief.

"International arms dealer, drug trafficker-"

"and grade-A prick." Jack stated matter-of-factly.

Mac snorted, "You can say that again."

"The guys been evading Phoenix since it was OPS, us personally for years, why are we concerned about him now?" I wondered.

"What's this got to do with us, CIA took over the case, why now?" Jack asked.

"If you’d let me talk, you’d know,” Matty said sarcastically, “He recently kidnapped and murdered an American. Phoenix have had him on our radar for a while now as you’re aware but the higher ups refused to green light the op to take him out, saying CIA had it handled. That all went to hell when their undercover agent was exposed, they shot him and put a bounty on everybody CIA affiliated."She said.

"We're on their SOS list Matty, we outrank some shitty little 'bounty' list." I said.

"Regardless, you, Dalton and MacGyver leave for the Middle East at 1600 this afternoon so you arrive at night, get your affairs in order because the big men upstairs say you don't leave till the jobs is done. You'll be properly briefed on the plane, but there are more pressing issues, you guys have up to date parachute qualifications right?"

"I don't like where this is going..." Jack mused.

"Me either..." Mac agreed.

"As much as I hate agreeing with you two shmucks, me three..." I said.

"Well whether you like it or not your jumping from that plane, there's no where for it to land where you'll keep your cover. Unless you want to walk 13 miles to where you'll be staying?" She challenged.

"WE'LL JUMP!!" We said in unison.

She smirked, "That's what I thought."

"Okay... where exactly are we going in the Middle East, and where are we staying?" I asked.

"You are going to Afghanistan."

"Fucking Trashcanistan?!? You've got to be kidding." Jack screeched.

Ah Dalton and his hatred for that place... he would get along with Uncle Sonny, man has a fear of bloody everything...

"SHIT!!" I yelled.

All heads snapped to me, "What's wrong Hayes?"

"Um... where exactly would we be staying?" I asked biting my lip.

"Navy base in J-"

I laughed nervously, "Would that be in J-Bad by any chance?"

"Yes, why?" Matty asked.

"We have a little problem..." I mumbled.

"And what would that be..." She mused, raising an eyebrow.

"My uh- my family was spun-up there a few weeks ago." I said.

"What do you mean Em?" Mac asked.

"I mean my family, is Bravo team. They are currently in the Middle East, and are stationed in J-Bad for the foreseeable future. What do we do?"

"I'm assuming that they were not among the people you told about your job?" Matty asked.

"No ma'am. Mac, Dalton, Bozer and Riley are the only ones who know..." I answered.

"You arrive at night anyway, you cover your tracks and stay as hidden as possible, don't talk to anyone and stay away from the sailors. Nobody is to know what you're doing there or who you are... to them you three are Black Rose, Hunter, and Eagle." Matty said.

"Yes ma'am."

"Well... get out of here."

We didn't need to be told twice, we were running out the door and to the squad room.

"What the fuck do I do?!?" I yelled as we entered the room.

"Want a hug?" Mac asked opening his arms. I nodded and walked into him tucking myself into his figure, "You'll be ok."

Jack's POV

"Wait! Is your dad the Jason Hayes, like Bravo 1, the legend?!?" I screeched.

"Uh- yeah.." Emma said pushing away from Mac and scratching her head.

"That explains a lot..."

"What do you mean?" She was confused.

"I mean, having worked with your father, I see where you get it from."

She laughed, "You are so old."

I gasped, "You mean we are so old. Mac and I worked together in the Army."

“No. You? You're old enough to be my dad. Mac? Is old enough to be my big brother." She laughed.

"Yeah, and we'll protect you like it too." I said hugging her shoulder.

"You won't have to do anything if my family spots me. I'll be on the first plane out of there and back home, complete with a tracker and navy seal protection detail. They'll never let me out of their fucking sight." She grumbled.

"You'll be ok. Let's get ready to rak out." I said.

"You're right."

I walked into my office and grabbed my rucksack and duffel. I met them back in the main room.

"List it Hayes."

She groaned, "Why???"

I smirked, "We're acting like the older brother and dad we are."

She rolled her eyes but spoke anyway, "I made sure my camping gear, fatigues and survival gear was in my bergan, along with Guns, ammo, knife and spare phones," we looked at her weirdly, "What? I'm sick of Mac breaking my shit. Dalton and I spend way to much fucking time at the Genius Bar creating new and inventive covers to explain what Mac does as is."

Mac raised his hands, "You got me."

She smirked, "I know I do, anyway, I grabbed my go-bag, passport and fake ID's."

"What's in your go-bag." I quizzed.

"Toiletries, Clothes, Cash, Raincoat, Matches, Lighter, Laptop, Flashlight, MRE's, water purification tablets, rope, duct tape, whistle, batteries, knife, and First aid kit. Why do we keep doing this?"

"Good, and we do it because we care." Mac said kissing her head.

“Ugh! Let's go." We headed out to Mac's truck and dumped our stuff in the back. She hopped in the back and we drove to Mac's place.

"Bozer!" Mac called.

"Sup guys." He said bro hugging Mac.

"We're heading out, I need you to take care of some stuff for us." Mac asked.

"Yeah ok, let me grab some paper." He said.

We walked into the kitchen and told him what we needed, Mac didn't need to worry because he lived with Bozer, so Em went first, "My rent is due first of the month, it auto pays but I need you to check on the seventh if I have mail just in case it didn't go through. I need mail collected on the 7th, 14th 21st, and 28th. Plants need to be watered but that can be done when you grab my mail, if anything happens there is a contact sheet folded in the draw of my desk, it'll tell you who to call, in what order. You good with that?"

"All good Em." He said with a smile.

"Thanks Boz."

"Your welcome, Jack anything you need." He questioned.

"I live next to Emma so same as her just no plants to water, if you could check on my place when you water Emma's plants that would be great, and there is a contact list in the box on top of the CD rack."

"Cool, I got it."

“Thanks Boz." Mac said walking back into the room with his bag.

"It's all cool man." He said.

We walked to the door before he called out, "Be safe, I want you back in one piece."

"We'll try Boz."

~Time skip brought to you by Sonny’s Bam-Bam~

We'd been briefed and where currently in our hammocks grabbing what sleep we could before we hit the ground running.

"Drop zone is up in 35."

"Let's go kids." I commanded with a laugh.

We packed up our hammocks and pulled on our jump suits. I strapped my duffel to the bottom of my bergan and grabbed my chute. Strapping my Bergan to my back I pulled the parachute over the top. I walked over to the ramp and waited for Mac and Em to join me.

"2 minutes to the drop zone"

"Ready ladies." I yelled over.

"We're coming." Mac laughed.

We attached to the central line and clipped in, we watched as the light turned on and the ramp lowered,

"5...4...3...2...1..."

The light turned green and we jumped. My drill instructors voice went through my head. Breathing Dalton... in for 2... hold for 4... out for 3... parachute in 3, 2, 1. Pull the cord. Release the parachute. Move your body vertical. Feet pointed down. Legs slightly apart. Hit the deck in 3...2...1. Land crouched. Bend knees and run forward 20 yards. Unclip and pull.

Emma and Mac landed next to me and we packed up our chutes.

"Base is roughly 1 click 228 degrees north east." I said.

"Comms up?" Mac asked.

"Yeah they are." Matty answered.

"Good." I said. "Let's go."

We moved our bergans to our fronts and held our duffel bags. We broke out into a jog eager to get out of the heat. Arriving at the 'base' we were met with our assigned CIA handler.

"Agent Jayden Riggs." He said offering his hand.

I shook it, "I'm Eagle, this is Hunter and she's Black Rose."

"Real names?" He asked.

"That's need to know." Emma answered.

“What do you mean, I'm your handler?"

"Look Riggs, we don't like spooks ok. We work alone, off our own intel. It's important our identities remain a secret." She answered shortly, that's my Hayes.

"Alright then, let's get you set up in cabins, Black Rose, you'll be separated from the men." He said as he started walking away.

"What?" I said.

"Gender sensitivity. Men and women are separated." He said like it was obvious.

"Yeah no, she stays with us. We don't care about gender sensitivity." Mac said before I could, reel in the big brother before you get yourself in trouble Mac.

"It's protoco-"

I cut him off, "Screw protocol, Black Rose stays with us."

"Of course." He relented.

He led us to a cabin as a humvee pulled up, out climbed 6 men and a dog, all in fatigues, before I could see anything else Emma pushed us into the cabin and slammed the door shut behind us as we collapsed onto the floor.

"What was that??"

"That! Was my family." She helped us up.

Jason's POV

We were on night patrol in a neighbouring town to J-bad, we'd been out for 6 hours and it was 0300. I decided it was time to head back.

"Let's move out."

We walked back to the humvee and climbed in. We'd been driving for about 15 minutes when we saw three figures drop from the sky.

"What the hell is that?" Sonny asked.

"I'll find out." I said keying my comms, "Havoc base this is Bravo 1, we've got three parachute jumpers coming towards base."

"Copy that Bravo 1, I'll find out." Blackburn answered, a few minutes later he keyed his coms again, "Stand down, their friendlies."

"What do you mean their 'friendlies'?"

"I'll find out."

I rolled my eyes, cryptic much. We watched as they landed about 5 clicks ahead of us and packed their chutes away, then started running towards base.

"We're not far out now. We'll talk when we get in." I said.

We got to the base gate and rolled through, getting out I saw three figures standing outside a cabin glance at us before one pushed the others into the cabin and slammed the door. Weird. After we dumped our gear in the shed. We walked into the team room where Eric and Mandy were waiting.

"Who were they?" I asked.

"Apparently they work for some government agency, they're following a lead on a case." Mandy said.

"Which agency?" Brock asked.

"I don't know guys. I don't know..." Eric said.

"Why did they jump Eric? Why not just land on the airstrip?" I quizzed.

"Apparently they're meant to be discreet. Nobody was supposed to know they're here." Mandy said.

"Well they did a crap job of that." Ray said.

"Actually Ray, you guys weren't meant to be out tonight, had base been on routine nobody would have seen them come in." Eric spoke.

"Well that's creepy." Clay said.

"What do we know about these guys Mandy?" I asked.

"Two guys, one girl actually." She stated hint of amusement in her tone.

"A girl?!?" Sonny yelled.

"What? Don't think women can do the same jobs as men? Or are you just worried she's going to outshine you." Lisa interrogated.

"No but if she gets snatched we'll be the ones collecting her." He grumbled.

"So? If she's snatched it's going to be for bad intel, and unfair conditions. Not because she's a woman." Lisa challenged.

"Enough! What do we know about them?" I yelled.

"Their handler couldn't tell me much, mainly because he didn't know a great deal. However, their code names are Black-Rose, Hunter and Eagle. Their handler doesn't know their real names and I suspect that's by design." Mandy spoke.

"Ok. First off those why do those code names ring a bell, Second what do we know about the organisation they work for?" Clay asked.

"Honestly? Nothing. None of my bosses know who or what they are and the further up I went the more I was told to stop digging." Mandy said.

"So what do we do?" Trent asked.

"We stay away. We don't talk to them, not only for your safety but for theirs too. You see them walking you say nothing, although I suspect given all the trouble they went to so they weren't seen while getting here, we won't be seeing an awful lot of them." Eric mused.

"Alright then." I said clapping my hands, "We need to sleep." I turned to Eric, "I trust if you find anymore information that could be of use you'll speak to us?"

"Of course." Eric said nodding curtly before walking out of the room.

#jason hayes #ray perry #sonny quinn #mandy ellis #lisa davis #trent sawyer #brock reynolds #clay spenser #eric blackburn #seal team #macgyver #angus macgyer #jack dalton #emma hayes #rebels reblogs #author can't write #author thrives off not knowing what they're doing #author seriously doesn't know how to tag

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sebastianshaw · 4 years ago

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RP Memes from Rush Hour & Rush Hour 2

"Why you ain't tell me about the bridge?"

"Wipe yourself off, man. You dead."

"The drop will be made tonight. The amount will be fifty million dollars."

"Fifty million dollars? Man, who do you think you kidnapped? Chelsea Clinton?!"

"Do you understand the words that are coming out my mouth?"

"I'll hit you so hard you'll end up in the Ming Dynasty."

"It ain't 'you all', it's "y'all"!"

"It would take me all day to kiss your fat ass."

"We've must be a misunderstanding, 'cause I was sent down here for the big case for the kidnapping of the little girl."

"He *is* the situation."

"You destroyed half a city block!"

"Hey, don't talk about my father."

"That's why I don't have no partner, that's one thing I learned from my daddy."

"Man, just sit there and shut up! This ain't no democracy."

" I'm the president, I'm the emperor, I'm the king. I'm Michael Jackson, you Tito. Your ass belongs to me."

"My own mama's ashamed of me. She tells everybody I'm a drug dealer."

"You don't know nothing about no war."

"Everybody knows war."

"They don't give a damn about you! They don't like you! I don't like you!"

"The girl don't like you! Nobody likes you!"

"The Beach Boys are great American music."

"I like to let people talk who like to talk. It lets me find out how full of shit they are."

"Well, didn't I give you the bigger half?"

" ...which one of y'all kicked me?"

"Fifteen hours? What are we gonna do for fifteen hours?"

"I should take your ass to jail, you know that?"

"You got a prescription for this?"

"You better have glaucoma."

"Whoo! You know he dead."

"Man when I get up in there I'm slappin' somebody."

"You serious? I don't know what to say. It's like a dream come true."

"I ain't gonna kill you this time. I'm just gonna kick your ass!"

" Did you hear what I just said? Get your shit and go out the door!"

" I didn't know you spoke Chinese."

" I never told you I didn't, you just assumed I didn't."

"I can't hold anymore! I'm slipping!"

" Every now and then we have to let the general public know that we can still blow shit up."

"You know that other stuff but you don't know his name? "

" You said your father is a legend."

"You believe your father wasted his life, that he died for nothing?"

"Don't come up here in my place of business and scaring me like that, god damn."

" I need to know who this guy is runnin' 'round town buying up all these explosives and weapons."

"God damn, don't nobody know his name."

"Push the goddamn button!"

" I'm gonna kick your ass and then I'll take your ass to jail."

"I'm gonna make you mayor."

"Get rid of this guy, he's gonna get you killed."

"America is a very friendly place."

"Stupid fool, get the hell out of my way!"

"Well, even if I said anything, who would want the bullshit job?"

"What you did was dangerous, and completely against policy, not only that...you did a good job."

"No disrespect, sir, but he's only gonna get in my way. If I'm gonna handle the situation for you, I'm gonna have to work alone."

" You ain't the only one with quick hands now, right?"

" What is this shit about your daughter?"

" I'm gonna pretend you a man. A very beautiful man with a great body that I'd like to take to the movies."

"You know, we could have been a good couple. We could have had something special. But you one crazy-ass bitch!"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a bomb in your mouth?"

"They will torture us for three days."

"They will cut off our eggrolls."

"Behind every big crime there's a rich white man waiting for his cut."

"You invited them to get naked and sacrifice a small goat."

"We both know you wouldn't take a bullet for someone else."

"Just follow my lead. Act like a tourist."

"I can't believe I flew 10,000 miles for this shit!"

"I'm tall, dark and handsome, and you're third world ugly."

"I don't like my chickens alive, I like 'em dead and deep fried."

"I always dreamed of going to Madison Square Gardens, see the Knicks play."

"I could use another vacation."

"Man, I'm up here working, putting my life on the line, and you up here messing around, dancing with some bimbo...does she have a friend?"

"I'll meet you at the bar in ten minutes. They don't like tourists in here, so try to blend in."

"He never begged for his life. Or tried to make a deal."

"If you ain't gonna shoot him, kung fu his ass or something!"

"Who put their hand on my butt? Do it again."

"Look at that rat!"

"I'm not the one running up in massage parlors looking for crime lords."

"I'll be remembered for getting rid of you."

"I want to slice those pretty lips right off her face."

"I'd put that knife away, bitch, before you have an accident."

"Wipe yourself off, you're bleeding."

"Snoopy is like six inches taller than you."

"I love Snoopy."

"It was a cowboy hat, and now it's a pith helmet."

"Nothing touches this body but pure silk."

"There are a lot of men chasing us."

"Some people think it's tacky, but I like it when couples dress alike."

"Let's put a dead animal on you."

"He likes you."

"I'm not shopping with you no more."

#rp meme #rp memes #rp starters #roleplay memes #roleplay meme #rush hour #rush hour 2 #my memes #my starters #okay to reblog

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erikthedead · 4 years ago

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I have finally acquired Microsoft Word! I really didn’t want to pay a monthly subscription for it, but it is the best writing software out there. Every time I mention myself spending money, a small prayer goes out to all the tax-paying members of the nation, since all my money comes from Universal Credit, which is the United Kingdom’s cute name for a type of welfare money. I much prefer just calling it ‘welfare,’ or even better ‘NEETbux,’ which I discovered used in online forums as a word for the money people receive when they are not in education, employment, or training (N.E.E.T), which has been my status for about two years now. Then ‘bux’ is just ‘bucks,’ obviously. Bucks is just money, obviously. Many people receiving Universal Credit also work as well; they just receive less - enough to supplement their wages if they aren’t getting enough money from their jobs.

My last job was working in a busy restaurant for just about a year. Before that I was in university, but I dropped out after only completing the first year out of three. Before that, I worked as a carer for elderly people for just under a year. Before that, I was in college for two years, and I actually passed the course. I only passed it because the subject was forensic science, which included lots of writing about psychology, criminology and lab reports. I was never that good in the lab practically. I got flustered and bewildered in such a bright, sanitary environment that required precision and organisation to achieve the desired results. When it came to scrambling together a report to submit the next day though, I was pretty golden. I only dropped out of university because I had a mental break down as a result of poor mental health and just the fact that going outside and interacting with people was and still is incredibly exhausting for me. After a year of doing that consistently it seems, I get fatigued. In the end I got an average grade for the college course because some of the work was difficult, or boring, and that fatigue was hitting me by the second year. However, the grades I was getting on my university assignments for psychology and sociology were anywhere between top marks and good marks (Between 1st – 2:2 in UK student language). I never once read the feedback from the tutors who marked my work. All I needed to know was the mark was okay and moved on to the next assignment, firstly because I was arrogant and secondly, I couldn’t handle criticism. The mental break down itself involved me walking through the campus one day only to find myself slipping into a dissociative state. Nothing had happened immediately prior to trigger this, it just happened. It felt strange, like I wasn’t really real, and neither was anyone else. Everything felt distant and off, both externally and internally. It was frightening and strangely peaceful, as if at any moment someone could come in and blow the building up and I wouldn’t even react to it. That wasn’t normal. The only way to snap out of it was to lock myself in a toilet cubicle and lightly slice my arm with a tiny knife I had on my keys. It worked, but now I was in floods of tears and a state of distress, so I went to the student welfare services to see if they could help me or at least let me sit somewhere nicer than a toilet while I calmed down. It was an open office waiting area at the side of the bottom floor of a building that matched the layout of a prison ward with the stairs and the upper floors creating a square boarder of classrooms, that would have been cells for a prison. More for practical purposes than for aesthetic reasons, I’m sure. Still sobbing, and hiding my self-inflicted cuts, I asked the person behind the desk if I could ‘see someone,’ which is one polite British way of asking for help. After waiting a little while, a plump middle-aged lady appeared and brought me into her own little private office to ask me what had happened. She gave me her sympathy and asked me about my life and my history, and gave me some more sympathy, while relating her own experiences to mine. She was a good counsellor, basically. But having a good counsellor on site wasn’t enough to keep me on the course after that incident. Getting a degree just wasn’t worth it at the time. Being such a depressed and pessimistic person, I was only actually doing the course for ‘fun’ anyway, not for the hope that it will bring me a better future. Until recently, I never saw a future for myself. It wasn’t even a bleak future I imagined; it was just blank. I couldn’t even conceptualise it.

It’s not a mystery where all my misery came from. My childhood was a bit inconsistent to start, and from what I’ve observed, children need consistency more than anything to develop promisingly. I remember reading a study once that found children raised by parents who were consistently abusive to them were in fact more mentally stable than those raised by parents who could be lovely one day and nasty the next. It was not knowing what treatment they were going to get that did them in. It makes sense because if you’re always expecting to face a thrashing or a shouting at every day, you can at least prepare for it and train yourself to deal with it. We’re very adaptable creatures, but we need to be able to recognise patterns around us to do that. If there is no pattern, then how can we possibly make predictions? Without predictions, how can we possibly feel secure about our future? Having said all that, I was never abused in any way growing up, but I was sometimes neglected by my young mother, who was only 16 when she gave birth to me. Of course, it’s understandable now, but from a child’s perspective all you think is ‘why doesn’t my mum want me?’ When she sends you to your room for no reason and tells you not to come down for hours at a time. I asked ‘why’ a lot. Never got a good reason. I’m sure plenty of people who were raised by a drug-addicted parent can relate to this. She herself was a good mother, not amazing, but good. She told me she loved plenty of times, she gave me what she could, including a little sister when I was three years old. I think it was shortly after her birth that mum started taking heroin. It was only during drug education in year five of school (I would have been about 11) that I put the pieces together. She hid her addiction pretty well from us, but I sometimes found pieces of tin foil lying around the living room with lines of black residue on them, and once or twice witnessed her junkie friends ‘nodding off.’ There’s also a clear memory in my mind of being taken along by her and my nan to score some brown out of town and I can picture in my head the massive set of old-fashioned scales this drug dealer had sat on his coffee table right in front of me. I was too young to understand any of their lingo, though. Yes, I mentioned my nan, my mum’s mum. They got smacked up together, and they eventually got clean together. I’ll never know the details of how that came about because neither of them are alive anymore to ask. Mum died when I was 14 by taking an overdose of her methadone, then nan died when was 21 of a heart attack, likely due to the COPD she had developed from years of smoking.

My nan was so full of love for my mum, my sister and me. Some of my favourite childhood memories are being snuggled up in bed listening to her read me stories, which she did with flare and enthusiasm. She would affectionately call us her ‘wobblies,’ and give us more hugs kisses than we ever wanted. My mum definitely inherited her loving nature from her. But love on its own isn’t enough to keep kids clothed and fed and able to go out and do things. This is where the legend that is my grandad comes in. He is still going strong at 66 years old as of writing. God knows where I’d be without him. He’s been my father figure all my life since I never knew who or where my real dad was. He’s hard-working, reliable, responsible and strong. He supported us immensely despite not relating to him biologically. My biological grandfather was a free-spirited busker who liked to smoke and drink a lot, who I only met a hand full of times before he hanged himself when I was 19. His death did not affect me, but my mum’s and nan’s certainly did. I’ll probably have to see my grandad die as well eventually, and I don’t dread anything more.

Although I started off describing my family background by saying it’s obvious where my source of misery comes from, I must emphasise that my family is not the source of my misery. My childhood overall was pretty forgettable. I only have a few memories and they’re fond memories, despite the unfortunate situation I just described. Even getting my face ripped open by the neighbour’s dog when I was six didn’t faze me. It was only when puberty hit me that life started to feel horrible, and it just got worse.

I was an early bloomer, if blooming is what you call it. I call it mutating. I started getting hairy and growing tits when I was 10, and got my period about a year later. Now THAT is a traumatic memory. Waking up and going for a morning wee as usual, sitting down on the toilet and being overcome with horror at the sight of blood covering my pyjamas, realising there’s only one place that could have come from, then investigating the source only to confirm ‘Oh shit, I’m bleeding from between my legs!’ I was living with my nan and grandad at the time and I stayed there (or here, since I’m still living in the same house as of writing) under their guardianship while mum sorted herself out. After the shocking discovery of blood, I immediately ran into nan’s bedroom to wake her up. I vividly remember what and how she responded to me. With a sigh of what seemed like unsettling disappointment she said “Oh, darling, I’m sorry, I’m afraid you’ve got your period.’ I wonder now if she said it like that because she felt guilty for not warning me about this, as she should have. Someone should have. In all fairness I was young, but the other kids in my year at school were soon popping into adolescence alongside me, so I thought that soon enough everyone else would be going through what I was going through, but that wasn’t the case. I was bullied for having chronic acne. I was also a bit of a chubby boffin, but it was mostly the acne that people targeted me for. The girls shaved their legs once they started to get hairy, and I remember thinking ‘Damn, I suppose I’ve got to do that too,’ despite never wearing a skirt. They also seemed to relish in showing off and comparing their bras in the changing rooms, while I hid away as very best as I could. Make-up was a constant battle between students and teachers because they all wanted to look pretty, but it wasn’t allowed in middle school (Year 5-8), so luckily, I had an excuse for not wearing it. I’d regularly complain to my family about hating going to school, and how depressed I was, but it was all put down to teenage blues. ‘You’ll be alright once your hormones settle down,’ I was told more than once. I remember my nan telling me I would miss going to school when I was older and so far she’s been proven wrong.

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