#'i had to force my way into the robin role to take care of a grown man grieving your death and you were actually alive this whole time??'

[batfamhyperfixation]

AU where Jason doesn't come back and attack Tim, and the Batfam doesn't know he is alive, but he still becomes a villain

*pre-batfam knows Jason is alive*

Batman and Tim/Robin: *storm into an out-of-town building with bad guys*

Bad guy: Oh my god, you're-

Batman, used to it: I am Batman

Bad Guy: Jace's dad

Batman, visibly confused: Jace?

Another bad guy: oh god, you're right, that is Jay Jay's dad, hold on, let me facetime him really quick *pulls out his phone*

The phone: hey, what's up? Finally got the money to pay me?

Bad guy: dude, it's like 50 grand, we're working on it, so chill, but guess who we're with right now?

*Batman rushing up behind them so he can see Jason*

The phone: it better be someone pretty important, you guys interrupted me while I was reading.

Bad guy: *moves to the side so Jason can see Batman as Robin starts to climb into frame to see him too*

Jason: B? What are you- OH MY GOD, DID YOU REALLY GET ANOTHER ROBIN? Wait a minute, Larry, call me privately, I wanna talk to you *ends FaceTime*

Batman: I want that number right now. Give it to me RIGHT NOW

*phone rings, "JJ" pops up on the screen*

Bad guy, holding up a finger to tell Batman to hold on: *picks it up* no we're not in Gotham, he came here to us- no, no, I'm sorry, we forgot you haven't told him- well I-

Batman takes the phone: how dare you pretend to be my dead son, I don't know what kind of ploy or game you're getting at-

Jason: Jesus Bruce, you're so dramatic. Dont worry, I haven't told any of them your identity, or even my last name so they can't piece it together, they just think Batman is my dad, so I'm not gonna sully the family name or whatever

Bruce: that's not-

Jason: Little women are getting into some big problems over here so I'm gonna let you go. Bye B. *Hangs up*

#bruce internally: he made a pun... about little women... it is Jason #bruce externally: that imposter. i will find him and beat him up for impersonating my beloved jason #bruce goes on a search mission for Jason and Tim goes on his own search mission for jason cause he wants to yell at jason #'i had to force my way into the robin role to take care of a grown man grieving your death and you were actually alive this whole time??' #bruce. after he had a dna check. hugged jason while balling his eyes out #dick is like in awe and shock at jason just sorta staring and poking him occasionally #jason is sitting there like 'I can't believe you stormed into my poker game to kidnap me and do this. I HAD A ROYAL FLUSH-' #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #incorrect batfamily quotes #batman #red hood #dc au

[theerurishipper]

I feel like people really underestimate the importance of Dick being the first Robin. Like, reverse Robin AUs are interesting and such, but I just hope people realize that in the context of canon, they would never work. The reason Batman and Robin ever works is because the first Robin was Dick Grayson specifically. Because Bruce would never have taken in any child if Dick's tragedy hadn't specifically happened to mirror his own experience. Dick Grayson was the only one Bruce truly saw himself in first, because the fundamental event that defines them is the same. And he sees the opportunity to help someone the way he was never helped, to make sure that Dick didn't go down the dark path he did. So, my point here is that the only one Bruce actually made the choice to take in, the only one who could kickstart it all, is Dick Grayson, because he is the only one with whom Bruce could immediately empathize and connect with.

This never happened with any other Robin. He took in Jason because he missed Dick, he took in Tim because Tim forced himself into the role, he took in Steph because he was trying to make Tim come back to being Robin, and Dick made Damian Robin. Of course, he loved all of them, and they all have their unique relationships with Bruce that are very important and inform their characters, and he does need them too. But he specifically formed this connection with Dick that made Dick the only person he ever considered taking in. It took a very specific set of circumstances in Dick's backstory that made Bruce commit an impulse adoption that just isn't really present in any other Robin's story. And the reason Jason or Tim or Steph or Damian or anyone else whom Bruce has taken under his wing even got that chance is because of the work Dick Grayson put into Bruce Wayne.

Before Dick, Bruce was reckless and didn't care at all about himself, to the point of almost being borderline suicidal. He was more brutal, more violent, etc. The reason all this changed, is because of Dick Grayson specifically. He was the one with whom Bruce opened up, with whom Bruce was forced to grow up, to take responsibility and learn to take care of both Dick and himself. Dick, to Bruce was the one who brought "color to their [his and Alfred's] monochrome lives." Dick Grayson's specific brand of happiness and joy changed Bruce for the better. Dick gave Bruce hope. This is true for other Robins too, but only because they followed the precedent that Dick Grayson set, only because they slid into his role (they have their own interesting relationships with Bruce, but this specifically is from Dick that other Robins carried on. A legacy, if you will). Dick Grayson turned Bruce into the kind of man who would become a serial adopter.

Without his influence, without his precedent, there would be no Batfamily, because Bruce would never have gotten to the point where he would be able or willing to take in someone else and care for them properly (It took living through his trauma again to get him to take Dick in lmao). Hell, there would be no Batman because Bruce would have gotten himself killed a long time ago if Dick hadn't helped him learn self-care. Dick knows Bruce best, because he understands him on a fundamentally deeper level than anyone else in the world. And he's the only one who can make Bruce open up at his rawest, most downtrodden state. He is the only one who can give Bruce at his lowest that kind of hope. There is no Robin without Dick Grayson. It's literally a tribute to his parents, using their colors and the name his mother called him. He created that identity as a symbol of hope. He helped Bruce become the kind of man who could and would let other people that he had to care for into his life. Without Dick Grayson, you can simply forget about any other Robin or the Batfamily as a concept even existing.

#DC #DCU #DC Comics #Bruce Wayne #Batman #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Stephanie Brown #Damian Wayne #Nightwing #Red Hood #Red Robin #Spoiler #Robin #The Batman 2022 #Robin I #My meta #Meta #TL;DR Dick Grayson is the only one who is emotionally intelligent enough to be an emotional crutch to pull Bruce Wayne out of the darkness #And without him Bruce never would have taken in anyone else #This post is mainly about The Batman 2022 btw #I see a lot of people asking for Robin but they want Jason to be the first Robin for some reason #And that's interesting but Bruce doesn't need just a Robin. He needs Dick specifically #That's what's best for his character progression and it makes the most sense from a thematic perspective too #But that's for another post

[mysterycitrus]

All of your Bruce takes are so real and so true. It must break your back having to carry the weight of being the most correct batman account on this website. 🙏🏻 I love your thoughts about Bruce and Dick in particular and I was wondering if you had any thoughts about Bruce and Damian? Something about them is just… oh boy.

that’s very sweet but untrue, anon 🫰

i love damian and bruce's relationship, but it's hard to talk about without mentioning two other crucial people - talia and dick. for my own sanity i only accept damian's conception as a consensual act, so in this context talia is a fundamentally well-meaning person who attempted to protect her son from a violent life, and hid his existance from bruce until she felt he could be safe. damian loves and respects his mother. this is important.

dick, on the other hand, is really the foundation for their relationship. bruce spent like two weeks with this kid before he went on his timestream roadtrip and left everything behind for dick to juggle. contrary to popular opinion, i think it's a real disservice to act like dick taught damian to "be a good person" or like basic etiquette - a more realistic interpretation would be that dick taught damian that he didn't have to prove himself to be worth something.

the robin mantle from the time it was taken from dick has always been about proving yourself to bruce, to justify your role as his partner. always unfairly, mind (think how tim is treated vs. steph, for example), but damian is the first robin's robin. dick isn't a wayne, he's a grayson. there's an interesting point of comparison being that dick is the only robin who had a clear trajectory for his life prior to his parents dying - he was a core member of the worlds greatest acrobatic troupe - but he then left that path to become something else. damian is destined for the bat, but becomes robin instead, serving beside someone who achieved greatness by his own skill and kindness. damian has been told about his father, and here he is with someone who knows bruce better than anyone but also understands what robin means, better than anyone. i cannot emphasise how important i think dick being damian's first batman is for their own development. it's so so crucial to combat damian's perspective on family and blood. it's so important that he has that foundational knowledge of what robin means.

by the time bruce returns, damian has made tangible human connections in gotham. he's not the prickly, reactive kid that bruce first met. he's allowed himself to trust that the people around him have his best interests in mind. he knows that he isn't cared for because he's bruce's son - he's cared for because he's worth loving. his siblings aren't competition for affection or honour. he no longer sees bruce as an omnipotent force, and rather as a man he could learn to love. i think seeing bruce through both talia and dick's persepectives really helps with that.

bruce i think is confronted by the fact that for the first time in his life he can't try and hide behind the "im not really xyz's father" excuse. not that his adopted kids aren't his kids, obviously, but i do think he sometimes tries to lean on that as a crutch so he doesn't get attached (way too late for that lol). he loves damian, and there's a lot of fear about damian reflecting his worst habits, his most self-destructive behaviours back at him. maybe there's some fear about damian's history of killing, and how close bruce himself always feels to that edge. maybe there's misery about missing one of his kids growing up, again, like he's always a second too late to the important moments. bruce and damian are so similar, but this is bruce's second chance to be there. he is thomas wayne, emerging from the alley alive. do u think damian looks like his grandparents?

#sorry this mostly ended up being about dick again oops #damian wayne #bruce wayne #dick grayson #batman #robin #dc comics #the ask and the answer #also i have spondylitis so my back would literally give out

[preyofolympus]

People who say Tim annoyed/ bullied/ tricked his way into being Robin, especially when bitching about comics canon vs fanon, genuinely make me lose my mind.

Like.

How thick can you be?

Tim didn’t even want to be Robin (I heard New 52 was a bit wacky but I’m not looking up his history in that continuity for a quick Tumblr rant). Like, he straight up asked Dick to be Robin, tracked his apartment down and tried to argue his case that Batman needed a Robin, and Gotham needed Batman.

He became Robin because he saw no one else was going to step up to the role, and Batman was spiralling after Jason’s death. Gotham gained a sense of hope with the Batman, and he was a symbol to them of something at least close to good in their messy city. Tim saw that the light Robin brought to the duo helped keep Batman in check to a degree, when his self-restraint wasn’t enough, and with this being so abruptly taken away with Jason death, Batman stopped pulling punches, began to lose sight of being that symbol of hope/ good Gotham needed. He was becoming a force of fear, like there wasn’t already enough fear in Gotham.

So Tim stepped in. He wasn’t instantly Robin after wrestling his way in. He earnt the Robin mantle, and worked bloody hard before Batman finally let him take it on.

I love Tim as a Robin, because he came from a privileged background, had his whole life basically set for him, and he could have easily sat back in Drake Manor, becoming nothing and having everything. But he saw that good needed to be done. He saw no one else was stepping up to do it. And he stepped up to the task.

He is selfless, embodies that optimism/ hope that the Batman symbol is meant to represent (at least at the start, before he loses the mantle). Tim’s Robin is the symbol of doing what is right, even when you don’t have to. Simply because it’s the right thing to do.

It’s two am, and I’m pretty much definitely not saying all my thoughts, and I’m sure I’ll notice a hundred typos when I wake up tomorrow, but goddamn Tim haters irritate me when they act like he is just some rich kid that wanted to be Robin. Like I hate being in drama/ discourse so usually I just shut up, but this recent canon be fanon shit has had me so riled on so many fronts (tbh I think this rant is just blowing off steam at a smaller issue, because I’m sick of seeing idiots on Twitter rag on my friend).

I haven’t fully read Tim’s Robin comics run, as I’m saving that for next Summer, but I’ve still read enough extracts to know this line of argument is just plain stupid, no other word for it.

Also, give up on the fanon vs canon shit. Seriously. It’s embarrassing.

Tldr; Tim didn’t want to be Robin. He stepped up because he saw no one else was doing the right thing. He worked hard before officially taking on the mantle. He saved Batman and Nightwing from the scarecrow, earning their trust to train him. Tim Drake is a hero because he could have easily lived life on the backs of his rich parents and kept his nose out of it, but he didn’t because he cared about Gotham and it’s people. There is no best or worst Robin, and Tim certainly doesn’t deserved to be considered the latter by some idiots who dumb down his journey to becoming Robin to “rich kid who wanted to play hero.”

#batfam #batfamily #red robin #tim drake #dc robin #tim drake wayne #batman #batman urban legends #batkids #timothy drake #batbros #dc comics #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #nightwing #robin iii

[melonteee]

Hi Melontee, I'm an APresearch student where I have to write a stupidly massive essay✨ for the class on a topic where I am completely normal(fsfs), so I chose One Piece, and I have to find a consultant, it's not much work(thats for me to do >:}) mainly a professional to intermittently bounce ideas off of, as my topic i the role of outcasts in op and how because of their status as an outcast they can impact the story and world despite the powers that be✨

thank you so much forya time, the one piece is real, can we get much higher, --jay

UHHH do you want my answer here? Sorry I'm unsure if this is you reaching out to me or asking a question straight up but!!

I will say the Strawhats all being outcasts, in some way shape or form, absolutely effects the story. As we know, pirates - historically - were seen as outcasts and rebels, but many pirates were not just pirating for the sake of it. Tons of pirates took to the seas due to the fact the societies they resided in rejected them, either due to what they were, who they wanted to be, or who they would become. For One Piece, it seems Oda made the conscious decision to show each of the Strawhats were, in some way shape or form, pushed into piracy due to the rejection they faced.

Zoro makes a fine example of this, and is an especially interesting one - because he was known as a pirate hunter. It begs the question, wouldn't the marines WANT Zoro to exist as he is? Why would they be unhappy with his existence as a pirate hunter, and why is he an outcast for this? Well, it's simple - it's due to the fact he was killing outside of marine jurisdiction.

Zoro was only killing or taking in pirates for the money, so he could get himself a meal and continue his own life as he wants. But Zoro never wanted to become a marine, he never looked to kill for any sense of 'justice', which is what the marines believe they're doing. The marines, essentially, have a license to kill - so their murdering of pirates (and sometimes civilians) is seen as 'justified' and 'lawful'.

But Zoro? This is a lone wolf refusing to give in to the system, and is only using said system to get a quick buck out of it. So he's labelled a demon - and therefore, an outcast. The name of 'pirate hunter' was pushed onto Zoro without his acknowledgment of it, and citizens began to fear him. Incredibly ironic, considering if he were a marine, he'd be labelled a hero for what he was doing.

Zoro's forceful push out of society for simply abusing the system given to him, for refusing to rid the world of pirates in a 'justified' way, pushed him into piracy. Zoro found more understanding in Luffy and the Strawhats than he'd found in the society surrounding him, and that can be said for every other Strawhat.

A good half of the Strawhats even hated pirates to begin with! Franky, Nami, Zoro, and arguably Robin, found absolutely no care in pirates - some even hated them! But due to the outcasts they were, and the rejections they became, the only home they could find was amongst pirates - fellow outcasts who had no place in the world.

Because if you're pushed out of one pirate circle, you can always find another - as multiple pirates exist due to the fact they had no home on the land they lived. The fishmen as a whole are a fantastic example of what being an outcast in this story will make one become - considering it's no coincidence the main fishmen we meet are all pirates.

I'm not sure how well this answers your question, but what I'm saying is - there was a purposeful reason the Strawhats were all outcasts in their own right before becoming pirates. They were pushed into piracy not due to their rejection of society, but due to society's rejection of THEM - and I feel that's a very important note for who the Strawhats are. The same can also be said for multiple other characters we meet!

#ask

[ahfrickenfrick]

buzzfeed unsolved: The disappearance of Jason Todd

Ryan

Shane

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This week on Buzzfeed Unsolved we will be discussing the disappearance of Jason Todd-Wayne, which has had updates as recently as last week.

Wait last week? Ryan, if we disappear because of this episode imagine how cool it would be. Maybe we hang with our good pal Jason.

I don’t have time for you being stupid. I have to get this right, because let me be honest. I have a man crush on Bruce Wayne, and if he ends up watching this and you’re being stupid I’ll never forgive you.

Okay, sure. Cause Bruce Wayne is searching the internet for every little thing posted about his dead son.

(wheeze)

We don’t know if he’s dead! And that’s what I’m here to talk about today.

-

Jason Peter Todd was born August 16th, 2000 in Gotham City, New Jersey, to his mother Dr. Sheila Haywood and his father Willis Todd. However only a few months later did Willis Todd marry Catherine Johnson, forcing Dr. Haywood to have to relinquish custody.

If I ever have a kid-

-they would all have your big head and I’d feel sorry for them.

Ryan. I listen to you ramble about murderers and ghosts. Let me tell my spiel.

(wheeze)

Right, sorry.

If I ever have a kid with someone, I think I’d be really upset if they just kinda made me give my kid to a stranger.

Here’s the thing to that! No one has heard or seen from Dr. Sheila Haywood since, like after her son was born. The only thing that might link back to her is an illegal botched surgery, but most of it was sealed off, and I don’t feel like having the Gotham City Police Department call me up

(ring ring)

Hi yes, are you that idiot from that show? You will be arrested immediately! Batman and his group of… misfits?? I don’t know, but they are on their way!

Moving on from your weird role play, like all the families that live in Park Row, what is deemed “Crime Alley”, the Todd family did not have money.

You could not pay me to go to a place called Crime Alley.

We were actually going to Gotham, scope around, maybe get a selfie with Robin-

-Which one?

I need to do an episode trying to figure out how many Robin’s there actually are… I think there have been five?? Six?? I don’t know… stop distracting me with Batman! We ended up scraping the visitation part because apparently this time of year Arkham breakouts are common, and I don’t want to get fear gassed.

-

Jason did decent at school, until he stopped showing up, school records are really spotty after third grade. Apparently he was reading and understanding college level stuff, but that’s really all we got on it.

Not a lot on this guys younger life it looks like.

No there isn’t, not any social media posts, or news articles, or anything if that sort about Jason until a few years later in 2012, when Jason became the ward to the one and only, Bruce Wayne.

Ah, Bruce Wayne, you love him, I love him, uhm- I actually don’t know much about Bruce Wayne other than the fact he’s one of the few rich people who give away a shit ton of money.

Bruce Wayne is a billionaire CEO, with a heart of gold, and some say he sleeps around, but as long as he’s not hurting anyone. Also! He’s a dad! Bruce Wayne is a trusted person within the Foster Care over in Gotham. He takes in the extreme cases that would probably leave the kid with a bunch of trauma.

Well, with what I’ve heard about Gotham, he must have like a billion kids with just a bunch of trauma

Let’s see what I remember from research, cause I did not write anything down for this. His first ward was Richard Grayson, who goes by Dick, was taken in after he watched his whole family fall and die on the trapeze.

As I said before, Jason was brought into Mr. Wayne’s custody after the death of both his father and his step mother. His father’s death was unknown, and his step mother died from a drug overdose… in front of Jason.

Uhm- Tim Drake? His was more interesting to watch unfold because there’s a whole other multimillion almost billion dollar company that Tim’s parents owned, and there was a lot covered up by lawyers and stuff, but Tim ended up with the Waynes

Then there’s the only female in the place, Cassandra Wayne, she is selectively mute, and overly protected by her adoptive family, nothing was shared with the media about where she came from.

Damian Wayne is the only blood son to Bruce Wayne, he didn’t even know about the kid until… like last year? Two years ago? Again, not a lot that I remember.

And then there’s been rumors of him taking in another kid, but nothing for sure yet.

Jesus, Ryan take a breath, and go back to Jason, because now I’m hoping I believe your theories about him being alive cause what this family didn’t need is another death.

Look, Shane. I’m going to be straight with you here. There are three possible theories I think could be plausible. So let’s jump right into them.

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Theory one, is that Jason Todd is alive and in hiding from The Joker. This is the second most popular idea, and one I hope is true. There really isn’t anything else to this theory, besides a picture of someone that looks a little like Jason in the middle of Asia.

Doppelgänger, probably. Lemme see. I don’t know… this kinda looks like someone edited it.

Yeah, like it looks really distorted. I don’t know if I think it’s real, but it’s what people online were talking about.

Crazy, that people online would doctor fake photos of a kid who had died.

Exactly, which is why people think he’s alive, cause who would do that?

—

Theory two is that Jason Todd died as his family said he did, looking for his birth mother. Apparently he was in the Middle East, found his mother, but then both were found dead in an explosion caused by the Joker.

So the Joker, who is Gotham’s Prince of Crime, was somehow in the Middle East? I don’t buy it

I didn’t either, until I looked just a little deeper, and found that the next week Superman and Batman stopped the Joker from murdering the United Nations. So he was in the area.

Oh my god. If.. I know on this show I try to goof off, but it’s hard when it’s a kid. How old was Jason?

Only 15. He just got back into the swing of things at school, getting all A’s, he was in the Drama program and the Poetry club. If you scroll down a on Dick Grayson’s Instagram you can find a selfie of Dick and Jason, Jason being in his school uniform only a week before he died. The two seemed to be really close, with how much Grayson posted of the two of them, and then it was radio silence from the man until a year after Jason’s death, where he made a memorial post, along with Bruce Wayne, who made the Jason Peter Todd Memorial Foundation, which helps families in Crime Alley.

Look, not okay with the kid dying, but it makes me kinda smile to see that his family got together to do something like this in his name.

I don’t think you understand the length of what this fund does. It provides special housing for single mothers, has opened up two clinics that help with drug abuse and addiction, and keeps kids in warm clothes and in school.

That’s- wow. Okay, you are making this “he’s dead” thing seem like it’s the only thing that happened.

Well, theory 3, is that he died-

Wait what?

He died, and came back to life.

This, I think, is worse than you saying ghosts are real.

We live in a world where someone can run at the speed of light! Yet you draw the line at ghosts and maybe hopefully someone who isn’t dead.

Yeah, but that’s science. Okay whatever where’s the proof of him being alive.

Okay, looking at the timeline. Jason Todd died at 15, in 2015. And the Wayne’s kinda were quiet for a year and a half, besides the foundation they set up, even with Tim, nothing really new was happening.

And then things seemed to go back to normal, they all frequented gala’s again, and all the other social stuff they did-

Yeah, nice choice of wording there

Shut up, anyways, in 2018 a picture appears, not even the front page, of Dick Grayson walking and laughing with someone who looks a lot like if Jason Todd grew up for a few years, and then decided to dye his hair.

Listen, Ryan. People have doppelgängers. We just saw the other picture and it’s clearly fake- Jesus Christ that looks exactly like Jason.

Exactly! And I started looking around more, finding pictures of the Wayne family around Gotham from news sites, and every once in a while, that guy pops up. Never in the picture, but always somewhere in the background like he wasn’t wanting to be seen. Like i mentioned in the beginning, there was a picture from a week ago that looks exactly like him.

Wait, is this a theory from the internet or something you came up with?

Both, kind of? I saw someone make a bad joke about it, and then it kinda stuck in my head as I looked for more information. Apparently there is a mythical pit that could bring someone from the dead.

Okay, yeah. Mythical revival pit. As if any living person wouldn’t be all over that.

Look man, that’s just the information I found. But I really really hope that Jason is alive somewhere safe, or resting peacefully.

The most believable for me is that he did pass away. But I’d love to be wrong.

That being said, I got really sad looking through all of Jason’s life, I felt like I was being more invasive than usual. So I talked with the crew and Buzzfeed, and we are donating all revenue from this video to the Jason Memorial fund in Gotham.

But the mystery of Jason Todd, still remains….

Unsolved

#writing whip #shane and ryan #ryan bergara #shane medej #buzzfeed unsolved #buzzfeed unsolved au #batman #jason todd #red hood #dick grayson #ghoul boys #dc #dc comics #dc jason todd #lazarus pit

[strangerwheelerthings]

Max's first crush is on Robin who has to let her down gently after she finds out or Max confesses. It hurts at first but Robin becomes a true friend and her queer mentor.

This is an adorable headcanon! I do have respectfully disagree, though. In my opinion, Max acts like she already has a small crush on Nancy. She has had one since season 2, so Robin couldn't be a first crush. Nancy presented as a strong, fearless, and trustworthy force. She's quite literally Max's hero and idol more so than any other of the older teens.

Either way, I dont think Max would ever confess a crush to either because of the age difference.

However!!

I do see Max accidentally confessing a crush on a girl, such as El, to Robin. Robin is very approachable and exactly the person Max is most likely to turn to for that kind of thing. Robin would 100% be willing to take on an older queer mentor/real friend role with her. Max might even develop a crush on Robin after the fact, after experiencing her care and kindness.

#robin buckley #nancy wheeler #max mayfield #stranger things #rae answers

[bexleyfix]

Honey, If You Love Me...(Part 1)

Part 1 reworks are complete!

This story is pure fiction and for entertainment purposes only. A lot of incredibly dumb decisions are made in this story and they are fictional situations, so make life choices wisely.

PART 1 WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS: 18+ ONLY (ABSOLUTELY NO MINORS) NSFW... Mature sexual content, suggestive situations and discussions, light smut [male masturbation], pining, angst, lots of super duper cutesy feel-good fluff, swearing, smoking, drinking, drug use.

RELATIONSHIPS: Eddie Munson x OFC ♡ Strangers to Lovers; Max, Steve, and Robin are frequent characters.

SUMMARY: In the aftermath of Vecna's recent destruction, 18-year-old Isabeau (Is-uh-bo) Mancini, a sweet and feisty, independent metalhead from Ohio, moves to Hawkins expecting to take on the role of legal guardian to her cousin Max, but she didn't expect the charming and eccentric metalhead next door to change her life in the best way possible.

(AU/ Vecna was destroyed, Eddie and Max survived)

Copying, translating, or posting my work as your own is expressly forbidden. I do not give my permission.

Prologue

"W-what the hell's going on? Where am I? Where's Eddie?" My body felt heavy, and yet somehow like I was floating. I tried prying my eyes open as I drifted in and out of consciousness. I could hear a woman telling me to stay calm as she pushed on my shoulder, forcing me to lie back. The last thing I remember was a frantic Eddie carrying me into a building in a panic, bright lights all around. "W-where am I? Eddie... Eddie?! Max?!"

"Shhh, just keep still and stay calm. They're in the waiting room. Everything's gonna be fine."

Robin? Was that Robin? What waiting room? Was I in the hospital? What the hell is happening to me?! Why can't I see Eddie? My body felt like lead, and my mind scrambled, like in a nightmare. I was terrified, struggling to remember how I ended up here. I heard several people spouting instructions, as I desperately tried to form coherent thoughts, but I soon lost the fight to keep my eyes open.

I felt someone squeeze my hand. "Hang in there, girl. You're gonna be ok, and you'll all be able to go home soon. I promise." Home... home was in Hawkins, with Eddie and Max, and...

I suddenly felt still and drifted into a dream state, returning to when it all began.

°°°°°🤘°°°°°

It's summer 1986. I finally graduated high school. But what should've been my yearly summer visit full of carefree celebration and downright shenanigans with my little cousin, Max, had turned into a life-changing upheaval.

Max and I are more like sisters than cousins. We trust each other implicitly, so two years ago, when she hit me with the story about Hawkins Lab, the Upside Down, and the slew of ridiculous shit that accompanied them, I was dumbfounded, but I believed her. I knew it wasn't an 'earthquake' that destroyed half of Hawkins and nearly killed Max, so when I received the news that she was in the hospital fighting for her life, I was scared shitless. And to make matters worse, my aunt Susan was among the many missing. My uncle Sam was still in California and not what you'd call a present parent, so I decided to move to Hawkins.

Max was unconscious for about two months after the attack. It was the longest two months of my life. When she came to, and we finally spoke, I told her my plans. She insisted I didn't come before I finished school, swearing she was alright. Begrudgingly, I agreed, but only because she was being cared for by Hop and Joyce. I had one more month of school, and Max was in good hands.

The second my senior year ended, I said my tearful goodbyes, jumped into my '67 Impala, little U-haul trailer in tow, and sped off to Indiana like a bat outta Hell. My parents protested, of course. They weren't privy to the truth, but they certainly weren't thrilled about their baby girl taking on such a big responsibility in a bizarre little town hundreds of miles away, but I was 18 and legally allowed to make my own decisions. And nothing, not my already established life, not the destruction caused by Vecna, nothing mattered anymore except for Max and her well-being.

Around 11 p.m., after hours of reckless driving, I pulled my car into the driveway of the house Joyce and Hopper found for Max and me. It was a shitty cookie-cutter house, practically identical to the one smack dab next to it, but it was big, and because of the devastation to the town, it was cheap, so I used what savings I had to buy it outright. It just needs a little TLC, but if I'm anything, I'm handy.

I stepped out of my car, noticing a beat-up van in the other driveway and a single light in the neighbor's upstairs window. The window was open, so I could hear heavy music and the unmistakable sounds of a man and woman having pretty hardcore sex. It sounded so intense I blushed. When I shut my car door, the commotion stopped, and someone peered at me through the makeshift curtains. (Great, my neighbor's a creep) I ducked out of view, grabbed my suitcase, quickly retrieved the key Joyce left hidden, and hurried to let myself in, locking and bolting the door behind me. I'd grab the rest of my things in the morning.

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I woke early the next day to clean, unpack, and get situated before I went to collect Max. But first... coffee.

While I waited for the percolator to brew, I threw on a pair of cut-off Daisy Duke jean shorts, my favorite Megadeth t-shirt, and a pair of Chucks and tied my dirty blonde hair into a ponytail. I poured myself a cup of black coffee and went to sit on the porch steps for my morning cigarette. From that point on, my life would never be the same.

I sat down on a step bathed in sunlight, set my mug next to me, lit my cigarette, and turned on my boom box to listen to some Megadeth. I fucking love Dave Mustaine. The things I would give for a sexy metalhead... a faithful one. My track record wasn't exactly great in that department.

The van from last night was no longer in the drive. I was enjoying my coffee, reveling in my thoughts of the red-headed, thrash metal guitar god, when the van came barreling up the street. (Jesus, this guy drives like a fucking maniac! What kind of crazy person do I live next to?) I watched it pull into the double driveway, Maiden blaring from inside. (That's a plus) The driver's side door flew open, and what I saw exit sent my thoughts straight to the gutter.

I was mesmerized by the sight of a cut-off denim vest covered in patches over a leather jacket, black ripped jeans, rings on almost every finger, and the most fantastic head of long, dark, curly hair. All of which collectively embodied the most delicious metalhead I'd ever laid eyes on. The way he put his cigarette to his lips and took a drag looked positively sinful. (I WANT TO HAVE THAT MAN'S BABIES!!!) I was so enamored that my grip on my mug went slack, and I spilled burning hot coffee down my leg.

"OW, SHIT, SHIT... HOT!" I was in a momentary state of panic, searching for something I could use to wipe up my morning beverage.

Eddie heard your outburst, threw down his cigarette, and sprinted toward you, reaching for his back pocket. "I know I'm sexy, Sugar, but you don't have to get so excited."

As much as I wanted to laugh at his quip, the searing pain would only allow me to wince.

Eddie pressed his raggedy black handkerchief firmly against the side of your leg. "Here, Sug. Use this."

(Sug? Was this guy serious?) "Thanks." I accepted his offering and proceeded to dab at my burning leg.

"You alright?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah... I'm good." I was so flustered. When the pain subsided, I finally looked up, and our eyes instantly locked. I froze in place. (Good God, his huge brown eyes were GORGEOUS, and so was his smile) I averted my gaze and stood up. I looked at the handkerchief and handed it over with a quick jerk. "Uh, here."

Eddie's jaw dropped. He was mesmerized by your natural beauty, petite, curvy frame, fair features, long, dirty blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes, which only stood out more under those long, dark lashes. He reached for his handkerchief hesitantly. "Um... I, uh, I take it you're my new neighbor?" He asked, restoring the handkerchief to his pocket. "I'm Eddie. My uncle Wayne and I live next door."

(Figures. My neighbor's a hot metalhead, and he's unavailable) Eddie held out a ringed hand, and I shook it, feeling somewhat disappointed. "Eddie. Are uh, are you the creeper who was watching me from the window last night?" I only half-joked, crossing my arms.

"Uh, yeah... yeah, that was me." He scratched the back of his head. "I'm, I'm sorry if I scared you. I heard that sexy engine (he motioned to your car), and when I heard the door shut, I was a little surprised. I thought the place was empty, so..."

"Mm-hm. Well, I doubt you were as surprised as I was. I hope I didn't spoil your fun." I smirked.

"Uh, wow, uh, you... you heard that?" He asked, embarrassed.

I nodded. "Yeah. I think the whole neighborhood heard that. May wanna close the window next time."

"Noted," he said with a bashful smile.

It took me a second to remember where I'd heard the names Eddie and Wayne. Then it hit me. "Wait, are you... Munson?"

Eddie looked confused. "Uh, yeah. Do we know each other? 'Cause I'm positive I'd remember a face as beautiful as yours."

(Are you fuckin' kidding me, dude?) "Ah, a creeper and a charmer. Does uh... does your girlfriend know you flirt with other chicks?"

"Huh? Oh, no! That, that wasn't... she's just a friend... with benefits. I, uh, I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh... well, that's good." (Shit! Why did I say that?) Suddenly I was no longer disappointed but highly embarrassed. "I mean... n-not like, good that you don't have a girlfriend, but good 'cause, you know, that... that would've been a dick move if you did." I trailed off, internally cursing myself. I quickly changed the subject. "Uh, to answer your question, no... we don't know each other, but uh... Max mentioned you. I'm her cousin, Isabeau... Mancini. But everyone calls me Isy."

Eddie eyed you questioningly. You're kind of a spaz, but it's incredibly cute. "Isabeau? Like from Ladyhawke?"

"Uh, yeah. Exactly like that, but it's a family name, obviously."

Eddie chuckled. "Well... it's beautiful too. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."

"Um... thanks." I looked away, trying to hide my bashful appearance.

Eddie took a moment to check you out before you returned his attention. (He was definitely adding this image to tonight's spank bank) "So, uh... what did Red say about me? All good things, I hope?"

"Red?"

"Oh! Max. I uh... I call her Red. The hair, ya know?"

I nodded. "Makes sense. And yes, all good things. Said you helped with all the crazy shit that went down this past spring."

Eddie eyeballed you curiously. "She told you about that?"

"Yeah... yeah, she did."

"Like... everything?"

"Uh, yeah. All the Vecna-y goodness."

"And you believed her?"

"Well, yeah, why the hell wouldn't I?" I stared at him quizzically, unsure what he meant by that. I may have come off a bit defensive.

"No offense, Sug. I'm just a bit surprised. Not many people know the truth, let alone believe it. They'd uh... they'd most likely burn us all at the stake." He chuckled.

"Ah, well, you wanna know a secret?" I smiled slyly, motioning him toward me with one finger. I stood on my tiptoes and whispered in his ear, "I'm not most people."

"Obviously," Eddie was astonished. (God, she's so fuckin' CUTE!) "Now that I think about it, Red said you'd be coming to town. From... Ohio, right?"

I confirmed with a nod. "Well, uh, it's good to finally put a face (and a gorgeous one) to the name. Nice to meet you, Eddie." This time I offered him my hand, and he graciously accepted.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, kissing your hand.

His eyes locked with mine, an enormous smile plastered across his handsome face. My cheeks were on fire. I just stood there. Reluctantly, I took my hand from his and shoved both hands in my back pockets, releasing a flustered breath.

"You sure you're alright?"

(No, no, I'm not alright, you fucking gorgeous bastard!) My brain was screaming. Even with the strange scar on his neck, he was a vision. "Uh, yeah. I'm good. I was just... hey!" Something on his vest caught my attention. "Is that a Megadeth patch?!" Without hesitation or regard for his personal space, I greedily grabbed the bottom of his vest and admired the patch. A huge smile spread across my face.

"A little A.D.D., are we?"

"I'm sorry, what?" I glanced at him, then back to his vest, my smile fading to a look of embarrassment. I immediately let go. "Oh, man. I'm-I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

Eddie laughed. "It's ok, Sug. I'm gonna go out on a limb and guess you're a fan, too," he joked.

"Uh, yeah. Obsessed is more like it. What gave it away?" I asked sarcastically, returning my hands to my pockets and smiling at the ground.

"Oh, you know, (Man, he couldn't keep his eyes off you) it could be the shirt or the tunes," he motioned to each one, "or the fact that I just got manhandled because of a patch."

His laughter was infectious. I could hardly keep my composure. "Again, I'm... I'm sorry." I chewed nervously on the inside of my cheek.

Eddie couldn't hold back his laughter. "No... no worries. I'm not complaining."

We stood in silence for a moment, gushing at each other.

"So, uh, what were you about to say before I was so viciously accosted?"

"Uh, hmm, I uh... I was just thinking about Max and all the shit I need to do before I can get her. I can't wait to see her. I moved here for her."

"She mentioned. I love Red. She's a good kid. Feisty and has no filter," he chuckled. "I met her dad in the hospital. I, uh, was kinda shocked he didn't stick around, so... I'm glad someone's stepping up for her."

"Yeah, well, he loves Max, but he's not exactly father of the year. And my aunt's no picnic either, but um, I'm trying to be hopeful..." I trailed off, tears starting to well in my eyes.

Eddie carefully placed a ringed finger under your chin, drawing your attention to him. (Your eyes... he could get lost in them) "Uh... don't lose hope, Sug. Chief Hopper hasn't given up on her."

I nodded and wiped my eyes. "Oh shit... Hopper! It's unbelievable, isn't it?"

"You know Hopper?" He asked, completely surprised.

I nodded excitedly. "Of course, Joyce, Steve, Robin, Nancy, Jonathan... the whole lot. I visit Max every summer. When I found out she was moving to Hawkins, I about pissed myself. It's only, like, 350 miles from where I lived in Ohio, so I took an extra trip last year and visited in spring and summer. Max was so pissed when she found out I was still coming. I was all packed and ready to go when the whole Starcourt thing happened. I told her I could help, but she said she'd never forgive me if I got involved, so I waited, but I'm glad I came when I did. Albeit a giant douche, Max took Billy's death pretty hard. Not to mention, Joyce and El were a total mess, so I was the emotional support." Eddie was standing there smiling, watching me as I talked. "I'm, I'm sorry. I'm rambling."

"No, it's ok, Sug. Please, continue."

"Ok, um, wait... if you know all of them, how come I haven't met you before?"

"That's because I didn't officially meet anyone until the end of last year."

"Oh. Ok, cool. Well, it was Hopper who gave me the news about Max. When I heard his voice, I thought I was going crazy. I attended his funeral, for fuck sake."

"Yeah, I gotta say, I was happy as hell to see the big lug alive," Eddie confessed. "Super good dude. It's about time he and Joyce are getting hitched," he chuckled.

"I know, right?! Everyone saw it coming but them. It was like, for real, guys, just fuck already," I giggled. We paused momentarily, staring at each other, a new rush of embarrassment washing over me, or was it excitement? I cleared my throat. "Well, I uh... I better get started. It was nice meeting you finally. I'll, uh, I'll see you around." I went to turn and felt the gentle brush of Eddie's fingers on my arm.

"W-wait, uh..." I looked at his hand, then back at him. "Do... do you need any help? I mean, you'll finish in half the time, and you'll get to see Red sooner. So... if you want, I'm yours to command."

His tone was chivalrous. He spread his arms wide, gave me a low bow, and flashed that radiant smile. I didn't want to admit it, but I was hoping he would ask, not for the help but because I was enjoying his company and didn't want him to go. "Uh, yeah, I'd uh... I'd like that. But only if you're not busy. As much as I wanna see Max, I don't wanna impose." I smiled shyly.

"For you, Sugar, I've got all the time in the world."

(Oh my God! My insides were melting!) "Uh, well... how can I resist such a charming offer? I'd be forever grateful, good Sir." I gave him a little curtsy. "Well, uh... follow me."

"Lead the way, Sug."

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Eddie and I spent hours talking as we unpacked all my shit. We discussed my life in Ohio, my previous excursions to California (which made him incredibly jealous), when Max told me about the Upside Down, and, thanks to Robin and Steve, my job at Family Video. Eddie seemed hesitant to talk about spring's events, which was understandable, but what I found strange was how he'd turn the conversation back to me whenever I inquired about his life. If Max didn't like him, I'd see it as a red flag, but he's delightful, a fucking riot, a goddamn wet dream. He was willing to divulge that he's 20 years old, class of '86 (finally), and when he became friends with the others. I kept the conversation going as I watched him assemble my stereo system.

"So... why a three-year senior? Did you enjoy high school that much?" I joked.

Eddie chuckled. "Uh, no. I just wasn't very motivated, I guess. And besides, if I did graduate on time, I never would've met anyone, and I probably wouldn't be here with you right now."

I smiled bashfully. "True." Eddie flashed me a sweet smile. "And you made it a point to take all the school's outcasts under your wing so none of them would feel alone?"

"Mm-hm," he mumbled, fidgeting with a stubborn cord. "I call them my little sheep."

"That's so sweet. I wish I had someone like you when I was in school." I immediately wanted to smack myself. "I-I mean... well, I wasn't so much an outcast, but I wasn't popular either. I uh, I got a lotta shit for my appearance." Eddie stopped fidgeting and focused on me, and his brow furrowed in confusion. "Um, the whole... tomboy, metal vibe and all." He nodded. "I mean, I had my core group of friends but hardly any classes with them. It would've been nice to have more people to hang with. I'll never understand how people can be such dicks to others because of their outward appearance." Eddie nodded in agreement. I watched as he reached for a pair of pliers, and used them to tweak something, then stuck them between his teeth so he could finish the hook-up. (Fuck! Why is that so hot?!) He caught me staring and winked. I tried to hide my embarrassment by searching for my smokes.

"Hey, would you mind lighting me one? Mine are in my vest pocket."

"Sure." Happy for something else to focus on, I did what he asked and set it in the ashtray, then I sat on the couch for a quick break. "So, um... thank you for doing this. I suck with elecrtonics, but you seem to have a good handle on them."

Eddie took the pliers out of his mouth, made one last adjustment, and looked at you. "I know a bit. I also have a similar setup in my room. It should be good to go. Let's give it a try." He grabbed the cigarette from the ashtray and placed it between his lips.

(My God, this man's mouth) "Um, my tapes are right there if you wanna pick something."

Eddie grabbed your box full of music, set it on the coffee table, and knelt across from you. "Alright, Sugar. Let's see what you're all about, shall we?" He smiled and started rooting through the tapes. "Damn, you got a decent collection. A little disturbed by the amount of glam and goth rock I see here, but uh, from the wear and tear on some of these other tapes, I can tell you're not a total poser," he joked. You gave him the finger, and he chuckled. "Well, uh... you've obviously got a hard-on for Megadeth, but you have a stellar amount of metal, and you appreciate the classics." He continued to dig. "So uh, is it the music that captures you... or the dreamy front men?" He joked.

I guffawed. "Um... both. And the voices. I dig range, but the deep gravelly voices are my favorite." Eddie's smile was wicked. I wish I knew what was going through his mind.

"I see a pattern. You like the esoteric, long-haired, wild ones, huh?"

The way he was staring at me, I felt like I would burst into flames. "Uh, yeah... I guess you could say that."

"This-this is just... endless." Eddie stopped rooting. "So, not only are you gorgeous, but you're a metal lover who drives that sexy thing?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess so." I looked away bashfully.

Eddie put his hands on his heart in mock pain. "You are a fucking goddess... marry me?!" He started scooting around the coffee table toward you, arms outstretched. "OUCH!"

I gave him a playful punch on the arm. "I don't know, Munson. You don't like glam or goth rock." I eyed him playfully. "But buy me dinner, and maybe I'll think about it," I joked. "And where's my ring?" I grabbed one of his hands to examine his. One, in particular, stood out. "Is that Eddie the Head? I'll take that one, but I prefer Vic Rattlehead."

"Oooo... why you gotta do me like that, Sug." Eddie collapsed playfully onto the floor, sending us into a fit of laughter.

"Throw something on, fool."

"You got it." Eddie got up and started rummaging again. "You got a preference?"

"Uh, yeah. Esoteric, long-haired, wild men." I joked, grabbing his vest from the coffee table to examine it further.

Eddie looked up and snickered, smiling to himself when he caught sight of you examining his vest. Your eyes lit up as you ran your fingers across the different pins and patches. "See anything you like?" He asked.

"Hmm?" I looked up, and he winked again. "Uh..." he was slick. I tried hiding my flushed cheeks by returning my attention to his vest. "Yeah, um... all of it." I let out a flustered breath and tapped some buttons. "I love Mercyful Fate, and don't get me started on W.A.S.P. Blackie was, like, my first love." I noticed Eddie staring at me. "What?"

Eddie couldn't believe what he was hearing. His heart was pounding. "Uh, nothing." (It's only one of the sexiest fucking things I've ever heard!) He let out a breathy laugh. "It's just, you're like, this sweet little angel, uh... I wouldn't peg you for someone who listens to 'Devil' music," he emphasized the word Devil in air quotes. "It's uh... it's kinda hard to wrap my head around." Eddie started rooting again, trying desperately to keep his thoughts out of the gutter.

"Well, I am religious, but I'm no bigot. I appreciate good music. Just because King's a Satanist doesn't make his voice any less amazing. And besides, Satanists don't even worship the Devil. They're just Atheists who don't conform to traditional religious beliefs. They're all about self-indulgence, living life to the fullest, and their own divinity, ya know? Not all that sacrificial evil bullshit, like most people think. If you're good to them, they're good to you." I smiled, and Eddie roared with laughter.

"H-how do you know so much about all that?"

"Well, like I said. People are dicks. It got to the point where I just couldn't deal with stupid anymore, so I read. If I wanna put the Satanic Panic assholes in their place, I need to be able to back it up. It's pretty interesting stuff."

Eddie smiled and nodded. "Does that actually work?"

"No, not really. People usually get nervous when they find out what I know, but the looks on their faces are priceless. So are you a Satanist?"

"What?" Eddie's head shot up, and he immediately became tense. When he noticed you smiling, tapping his Leviathan cross patch, his tension eased, and he chuckled. "Um, no. I'm more of an individualist." He let out a flustered breath. "I'm eccentric for sure, but I have humility. I mainly can't stand forced conformity. I make my own choices. Now, I am insatiable when it comes to carnal desires, but that's the only time I consider myself godlike." Eddie noticed the way you squirmed, and he was pretty pleased with himself.

Eddie's grin was Cheshire. (Fuck! If words alone could make me cum I'd be a writhing mess) I shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, um, well, I see you're also a fellow nerd."

Eddie scoffed, "What makes you think I'm a nerd?"

"Um, social status aside, Munson, not many seniors would befriend a bunch of nerdy freshmen unless they had something in common." I reached over and motioned to the logo on his Hellfire shirt. "So, unless you're all into black magic and sex cults, and from what you just told me, that may very well be the case, but um... I'd say you and the boys bonded over D&D."

Eddie looked down and started laughing. "Uh... you are correct, Sugar. You've discovered my dirty secret."

"Ah! So you are into black magic and sex cults?" I joked. (Jesus, his fucking smile)

Eddie couldn't stop laughing. "Wouldn't you like to know? Uh, I... wait. Did you say, fellow nerd?"

I flashed him a cheeky smile, snuffed out my cigarette, and grabbed a box from the other side of the room. I plopped it down before him and motioned for him to open it. When he looked at the contents, he got so excited.

"These... these are all yours?!"

"Yep. Every map, manual, and module." Eddie looked like he was about to cry tears of joy.

"Uh, ok... that's hot! S-seriously, will you please be my wife?"

I gave him a shy laugh. "Um, I used to play all the time with my brother and his friends... and I played a few times with the boys during visits. I was hoping they still played 'cause it's my favorite game, and uh... I'd like to find a party to join." Eddie was gawking at me, smiling like an idiot.

"Um, ok. Sugar? Future wife? Love of my life?" I couldn't stop giggling at his cute little remarks. "I may have told a tiny fib because I am 'Eddie the Banished'. Legendary dungeon master and God of the Hellfire Club. And I would be elated if you would join our party."

My eyes lit up. "Really?!"

"Really."

"Eeek!" I was so thrilled I hugged him.

"Oh, uh... wow, ok." You backed away, beaming. "You uh... you are somethin' else. Definitely not like most people. I, uh... I like that." Eddie smiled and turned back to your tapes, rejoicing internally. He spotted Mercyful Fate's 'Melissa' and popped it into your stereo. "For you, Sugar." He scanned you up and down and chuckled to himself. Your bashfulness was adorable.

"Yes! It works! Thank you, thank you, thank you! That sounds amazing!"

"You're welcome."

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Eddie was so cute, playing air guitar as he wiped down walls. "That's some accurate air guitar, Munson. You play?" He turned my way with a sly smile.

"Maybe." Eddie pulled a chain from under his shirt collar, revealing a dangling guitar pick.

When he turned around, I bit my lip, trying incredibly hard to hold it together. "M-maybe you can play for me sometime?"

Eddie felt like he would explode! "Absolutely! As long as I can take that sexy car of yours for a spin." You gave him a shy nod and turned back toward the other wall. He kept stealing glances as you danced on a step stool and sang. The collar of your shirt had slipped down, revealing what looked to be a panther tattoo on your shoulder blade. (Holy FUCK, that's hot!) Drawn to the sight, he strolled toward you as if caught in a tractor beam and reached a hand to your shoulder, startling you as his fingers made contact with your skin.

"Jesus, you scared me. I was in the zone. You need something?" I stepped off the stool to face him.

(You... I need you... screaming my name as I pin you against the wall and fuck you to Mercyful Fate!) "Uh, no. I was just... admiring your tattoo. Is that a panther?"

"Oh, yeah. It's uh... it's my Peter Criss tattoo." I rolled my eyes.

"Whoa, whoa, wait... Peter Criss?"

"I know. I get it all the time. Why not Paul, Gene, or even Ace? I've just always liked Peter. He gets no love, ya know?"

(Better than anyone, Sugar) "Can I take a closer look?" Eddie asked politely.

"Of course! Here," I turned my back to him. When his fingers brushed my hair from my shoulder, I felt a surge of electricity shoot through my body. I barely managed to keep it together when I turned my head to explain. "Um. Well, Peter's the Catman, of course, hence the panther. Its eyes are green 'cause Peter's color is green, and the tail's in the shape of a three 'cause that's his lucky number."

Eddie couldn't peel his eyes off your skin. "That... is so fucking cool. Granted, it's symbolic of Peter Criss, but... hey!" You shoved him playfully, and he started giggling. "You got any more?"

I immediately blushed. "Um... I do. But after that comment, I'm not about to let you see it."

Eddie's eyes immediately lit up. "Ooo... I'm intrigued. So uh... where is it." He started looking you over. "I don't see anything visible. Now I really gotta know."

He smiled devilishly, but I shook my head." Not on your life, pal."

"Come on, Sugar. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he joked.

I scoffed. "Nice try, jackass." I had to divert his attention. "So... do you actually have tattoos? Or are you just fucking with me?"

He chuckled. "No, I do." He pushed up his sleeve and held out his arm. "Check out these sweet tatties."

A huge smile crossed my face. (God, he plays guitar AND has tattoos?) "May I?" Eddie nodded with a smile as I reached for his arm. I held his wrist and traced my fingers lightly over his ink, wholly captivated. "I like the bats. And this one looks like Puppet Master Eddie from Number of the Beast?"

Eddie felt chills run down his spine. "Ok, you're killin' me, Sug. If you don't agree to marry me, like, right now... I might spontaneously combust."

I laughed nervously, hardly able to control my beating heart. "Do uh... do you have any more?" He immediately became hesitant, but somehow not in the same way I was. His hesitation seemed more like worry, not embarrassment.

"I do... but how is that fair?"

"Um, well... I guess it's not." Eddie observed me for a moment, straight-faced, but eventually reached for his shirt collar and pulled it down, exposing the tattoos on his chest. I leaned in for a closer peek, but what drew my eyes wasn't his tattoos. It was the enormous scar that now swallowed half of one. Without thinking, I reached to touch it. Eddie flinched and grabbed my wrist, startling me. "Whoa, hey, uh. I'm, I'm sorry. I should've... sorry."

When Eddie noticed the horrified look on your face, he felt a twinge in his heart and immediately released your wrist. He didn't mean to frighten you but was reluctant to let you touch him. "No, um... I'm sorry." Going against his better judgment, he tilted his head to the side and pulled his collar down. "Go ahead," he whispered.

I studied him with uncertainty. "No, really... if it bothers you..."

He cut you off. "Please, it's ok."

"You sure?"

He wasn't but nodded anyway.

I carefully reached again and lightly ran the tips of my fingers down his neck. The scar was so jagged and rough.

Eddie closed his eyes, trying to control his breathing as your fingers explored his flesh. He concentrated on the sound of your voice as you sang along to 'Melissa'. He didn't know why he was letting this happen. He never let this happen, not with anyone, but there was something about you. Something in your beautiful blue eyes. Something... safe. He felt he could unravel under your touch, so he let it continue.

"Jesus, Eddie... is this from the Upside Down?" I glanced at his face. His eyes shut tight, and he was breathing heavily through his nose.

"Mmm... mm-hm," he swallowed hard.

"W-was it Demobats?" Eddie tensed as I pulled his collar down further.

"Yeah, h-how'd you know?"

"Well... when I got the call about Max, I freaked the fuck out and immediately called Steve and Robin. Steve told me about his attack."

"W-what else did he say?"

"Uh... not much. Noone seemed to wanna discuss it just yet. I didn't hear about your involvement until Max woke up... but even she didn't tell me much." I decided to be bold. I wanted to see how far he'd let me take this. I reached down to try and lift his shirt, and he trembled. "Hey, it's ok... just breathe." To try and calm him, I cupped his cheek and brushed it lightly with my thumb, but it only seemed to make things worse. "Eddie, if you want me to stop, I will. I'm not trying to stir up bad memories."

"Um, it's not that. It's just, the scars. They're uh... they're..." Eddie trailed off and cleared his throat. "Um... c-can you keep singing? It uh... it helps."

"Yeah... of course." I wasn't quite sure what was bothering him, but I started singing, reached down, and carefully lifted his shirt. "Jesus!" I grimaced, startled by what I saw. "Eddie... they're everywhere."

"Mm-hm." Here it comes. This is when you tell him he's repulsive. "They're uh... they're fuckin' disgusting... I'm-I'm disgusting," he whispered.

I stared at him in confusion. "Eddie, is that why you're so tense? You were worried about how I thought you'd look?" He nodded, eyes still shut tight and his chest heaving. "Well, not that it should matter what I or anyone else thinks, but you're not disgusting. I mean, yes, the scars are horrifying, but they're just scars."

"Yeah, um... you don't need to spare my feelings, Sug. I know how I look." His breathing became more labored.

"Oh, shut your mouth, Munson, before I shut it for you. Any girl who doesn't find you attractive is an idiot, scars or no." Usually I'd be embarrassed to say that, but he needed the reassurance, which seemed to ease his tension.

"Um, thanks, Sug. I appreciate that."

"Well, it's true. Don't be so down on yourself. You're handsome as hell." I noticed his slight smirk, so I resumed my investigation. "Ok, Munson. I'm gonna touch you now, so just concentrate on my voice. You can do this." He nodded earnestly. I continued to sing, placed a tender hand on his stomach, and he trembled. I brushed my thumb over a particularly angry-looking spot. "My God, Eddie, how the hell did you even survive these?"

He exhaled heavily. "Um, that... that's a story for another time, Sug."

I nodded and ran my hand down his side, letting my fingers caress every mark. I trailed them from one side of his body to the other, completely enamored. I took the opportunity to accidentally, on purpose, tangle my fingers in the dark trail of hair protruding from his jeans. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't help myself. Even in this state, he was so goddamn sexy.

Eddie's eyes popped open. He tilted his head to glimpse at you and smiled. You weren't sneaky. He knew damn well there were no scars right there, but he most certainly wasn't gonna complain. Without another thought, he grabbed his shirt, pulling it to his chin so you could explore further. The way you beamed at him, you seemed thankful. It was sweet. He was relishing this moment. It was invigorating, liberating, and so... intimate. He observed as you took both hands and caressed his stomach and chest. Your touch was so gentle and caring. And the expression on your beautiful face, it wasn't one of repulsion... but affection.

"I, um, I can't decide which is more metal, the tats or the scars." It was wonderful to hear him laughing. As much as I didn't want to, I took my hands away, put his shirt back down, and patted his stomach. "See? No worries." I gave him a sincere smile, and he immediately trapped me in a full-body hug. I wrapped my arms tightly around his shoulders and started chuckling. "Um, I'm gonna guess that doesn't happen often?"

"Never, Sugar... you're uh, you're the first."

"I-I am?" I could feel him nodding. I was stunned. "But, how is that even possible? I mean, well, you've obviously been with girls." Eddie let me go and shook his head. His smile was enormous.

"Um, no... I um," he started laughing, "I-I keep my shirt on. I mean, all I need is below the belt, so..."

Jesus, I was about to lose it. I looked at him, completely bewildered. "Um, thank you for sharing this with me. I'm... I'm honored." I smiled happily and let out a breathy laugh. "Um, was that too much excitement for one day? You, uh, you still wanna stick around?"

There was no way he would leave you, especially after that. "No, I'm staying. But only if you sing some more."

"Oh? You like how I butcher King's vocals?" We both snickered. "Well, this tape's almost over. Go ahead and pick another one." Eddie nodded happily but didn't move. He took me completely by surprise when he quickly kissed my cheek. I was speechless. There was no way he didn't see how red my face turned. He beamed at me and returned to my box of tapes, rustled momentarily, and popped in Led Zeppelin II, then walked back to me, staring at another cassette.

"Hey, do you mind if I borrow this?" He held up King Diamond's debut album. "I haven't had a chance to get it yet."

"Hmmm... I don't know, Munson. That's asking a lot. I listen to that one constantly," I joked, but by the look of disappointment on his face, I could tell he didn't catch my jest, and his obliviousness was adorable. I was trying so hard not to laugh. "I guess you can borrow it... but I'm gonna need collateral."

Eddie looked toward his vest, then down at his hands. "Oh!" He proceeded to pull off a ring. "Here." He held it to you and smiled. You looked down at Eddie the Head and started laughing. "What?" He asked.

"I-I was just kidding. I don't need collateral, fool. You're more than welcome to borrow it."

Eddie chuckled. "Here... take it anyway." He reached for your hand, looked for a finger to fit it, and slipped it on your thumb. "There."

He kissed my hand before letting it go, and my laughter stopped. "Eddie, I... I can't take this."

"Why not? You're my future wife. But I will need your actual ring size, 'cause uh... this one's too big. And besides, it gives me an excuse to bother you again."

My cheeks were burning. I gawked at my hand, then at Eddie's goofy grin. "Ok, thanks. B-but you don't need an excuse. (Way to be subtle, Isy. Why not just throw yourself at him) I mean, you're borrowing King, so... you have to come back anyway." I veered away. I don't know why I bothered to hide my flushed cheeks anymore. "But um... i-if you insist, I'll take good care of it."

Your bashfulness was so fucking adorable. Eddie tilted your chin up so your eyes met his. (God, your eyes, so beautiful) He wanted so badly to kiss you. "I insist... and I know you will, Sugar."

Eddie smiled again and brushed my chin with his thumb. (Holy shit! If he only knew what that did to me) After everything that happened, I felt obligated to share a little more. "Um... Eddie? M-my tattoo, well... not only is it embarrassing, but um, it's in a really awkward spot, and uh, i-it comes with an even more embarrassing story, but... that's definitely one for another time."

He smiled sweetly and nodded. "I look forward to hearing it, Sugar."

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After finishing, we went to the porch for a cigarette. We sat on the top step, shoulder to shoulder.

"Thanks for the help, Munson. You, uh, you made this fun."

"Don't sweat it, Sug. I enjoyed your company."

His smile was so adorable. I looked away bashfully. "Ok, I gotta know, what's with the pet name?"

"What? 'Sug'?" You nodded. "Isn't it obvious? It means I think you're sweet, like sugar. If you don't like it, I can stop."

"No, I... I didn't say that. It's just, well, you don't even know me, yet it was the first thing outta your mouth. For all you know, I could be some... crazed psychotic bitch. So, are you a serial charmer or just foolish?"

Eddie chuckled. "Straight to the point. I like that. Uh... a little of both, I guess. I'm a flirty guy, but my charm's usually lost on most, so... let's go with foolish." He smiled sweetly. You looked surprised when he took your hand and squeezed it. "I'd uh... I'd be willing to call your bluff, though." He inched closer, leaning his face toward yours. "I bet you're not a psychotic bitch. In fact, I'd be willing to bet that you're very sweet... in more ways than one." He stuck out the tip of his tongue and wiggled his eyebrows. "Care to prove me wrong?"

I scoffed, suddenly feeling incredibly hurt. That comment changed my whole demeanor. "Wow! Bold, Munson. Was that your endgame all along? Butter me up with all your sweet talk so I'll sleep with you?" His sweet smile morphed into a look of confusion. "You know... I bet that is your girlfriend. And she deserves better than you." I took my hand from his.

"W-what?" Eddie immediately felt the familiar sting of rejection.

"Oh, don't bullshit me, Munson. This shtick may work on the sluts in Hawkins, but I have self-respect." I got up and stalked toward my door. I wanted to cry. He seemed so honest, so sincere, but I was wrong once again.

"Whoa, whoa, hey... Sug!"

I spun around. "My name is Isy... and if all you're looking for is a piece of ass, go call one of your friends. They seem to fall for your shit." I turned away again.

"Isy, please... STOP!"

Startled by his tone, I immediately froze. He jumped up the steps and blocked my way. "Move, Munson."

"Seriously, what's with the hostility? I thought we had something going here."

"Oh, is that what you thought?"

"Well, yeah... didn't you?!"

I huffed. "I did. Then you made it perfectly clear that you're just trying to get in my pants."

"WHAT?!" You tried to pass him. "Look, I'm not gonna lie. I think you're gorgeous. And yes, I would love to get in your pants and do... unspeakable things to you, but I was just teasing." You scoffed again and crossed your arms. "JUST, just listen... please. I'm being honest here. Look, I'm sorry if I crossed a line. I just... I didn't realize my teasing would set you off, or I wouldn't have done it. I mean... I'm just being me. I've been teasing you all day, and you... you've been returning my affection the whole time, but... apparently, my charm's lost on you too, so... I guess I am just a fool." You stared at him, still not speaking. "Look, I'm not bullshitting you—the total opposite. You're... different, not like other girls. And I like that. I like you."

"Seriously, Munson? You expect me to believe that? For fuck sake, twelve hours ago, you were balls deep in some other chick!"

"That... that was nothing!"

"Oh, like I haven't heard that one before."

He stared at you, utterly confused. "Did... did I miss something? Why are you attacking me all of a sudden? 'Cause last time I checked, what I do on my own time is none of your goddamn business!"

"Oh, go fuck yourself, Munson. Or better yet, go fuck your friend."

Eddie blocked you again, his expression now stern. "Are you mental? I mean, maybe I'm wrong, and you really are a psychotic bitch." You looked at him with such disdain.

"What'd you just say to me?" I was fuming.

"You heard me. You know... you are such a hypocrite. You're upset with me, but you're not innocent in all this!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Oh, don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about! You wanna keep pretending like you didn't just feel me up in there? HUH?!" You flinched at his tone and looked away. "Yeah, didn't think I'd catch that, did you? I know my own body, Isy, and there're no scars on my abdomen, but did I flip out on you?!"

"Well... of course you didn't. It's what you wanted, right?"

"That's not the point! Whether I wanted it or not, you touched me in an intimate way. In a way, I can only construe as sensual... and you used a vulnerable moment to do it! You're sending me mixed signals, Isy! Now that's fucked up! So instead of biting my head off for making a lewd comment, how 'bout granting me a little courtesy and just... let me explain! Will you do that for me, please?! Can you find it in your heart to trust me? Jesus Christ! Do you know how hard that was for me in there?!?!" You shook your head. "No, no, you don't. You have no goddamn idea how difficult that was... but I let it happen, and all I got in return was cynicism!"

"If it's such a sore spot for you, and you didn't have an ulterior motive, why the hell did you let me put my hands all over you?!"

"I think the better question is, why the hell did you want to? To appease me, or was it for your own twisted gratification? 'Cause I'm not exactly down with flaunting that part of myself."

"Then why let it happen? I asked if you wanted me to stop and you said no!"

Eddie's frustration was building. "That... mmm... that's what I'm trying to explain."

"Go ahead... enlighten me."

"Ok... not that I should have to explain myself to you, but since you're so adamant about defaming my character, I'll grant you this. That," Eddie pointed in the direction of his window, "that's a special circumstance, ok? She and I... we have an arrangement."

"What kind of arrangement?"

"Honestly... and I'm not proud of this by any means... but I sell drugs. And despite what you seem to think, I don't have a little black book of friends. The truth is, I don't exactly get much physical attention, so... I supply her with drugs, and in exchange, she gives me what I need physically."

That was not the answer I was expecting.

"She's not my girlfriend, Isy. There's no emotion there whatsoever. It's just physical, alright? I mean, I'm starved for attention in more ways than one. And then you appear... like something outta my goddamn dreams, and, and you're beautiful and compassionate, and so... comfortable around me. Isy... I haven't let anyone see my scars, let alone touch them. Shit, I was worried you'd find me repulsive, but by some impossible miracle... you didn't. So yes, as hard as it was to let you touch me, I welcomed it... but it wasn't for the attention. It's because I see something in you. Something noone has ever shown me. You-you made me feel more emotion in a few hours... than I've felt my whole life. You treated me with respect and affection... until now."

I nodded, still not making eye contact. I didn't know what to say. I was trying so hard not to cry. When I mustered the courage to peek, he was staring at the porch with his hands in his pockets, kicking the wood with the toe of his shoe. I felt like such an ass. "I'm... I'm sorry, Eddie," I whispered.

"Yeah, well, you should be."

That stung. "I didn't mean... I just thought... well, look at you!" I was so flustered I started waving my hands around. "One minute, you're all sweet and flirty, charming me with your metalhead style, and your pet names... and your goddamn marriage proposals. Those... big doe eyes, and your... your long, curly hair, and that smile." I surveyed him up and down. When I averted my gaze, I glimpsed his ring on my thumb. "You-you offered to help me, even though you just met me, and... you were kind enough to share an intimate moment with me. And I'm truly grateful for that. Please, believe me, I am. I didn't mean to take advantage of that. Really, I didn't. I was genuinely curious. And it's just... well, body hair drives me completely insane! It's like my fucking kryptonite! That was for my gratification, which was highly inappropriate, I know, but I just... I couldn't control myself, and I'm sorry, ok! You're so fucking handsome, and it's been a while since I've experienced any intimacy. And I wanted so badly to believe you were being sincere. And I did. Then you made that comment, and I... well, I just... assumed that it was all a ruse." I trailed off and started playing with his ring.

Eddie immediately understood, wanting to kick himself for not seeing it sooner, wishing he could take back every harsh word he uttered. He shouldn't have gotten so heated, and he most certainly shouldn't have yelled. Seeing you cry was breaking his heart. "Oh, Sugar." He closed the gap between you and trapped you tightly in his arms. You grasped handfuls of his vest as you buried your face in his chest and balled. "It wasn't a ruse. That's just how I am. Yes, I'm a lonely nerd, and sex is on my mind constantly, especially when a beautiful woman is showing me some attention. But as much as I crave female company, I'm not like all those douchebags who just tell girls what they wanna hear so they'll sleep with me. Not many girls give me a chance, but even if they did, I'm respectful. I'm just a playful pervert, and I like to tease."

I was too embarrassed to look at him.

"I take it someone hurt you?" You nodded. "Did you love him?"

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Was it another girl?"

"Girls plural," I said in a muffled voice, fresh tears soaking his shirt as he cradled my head to his chest.

"I'm so sorry, Sugar. The guy sounds like a real shitbag." Eddie placed a soft kiss on your head. What he would give to have unconditional love, and that asshole had yours... and squandered it. If given the chance, he would cherish you. "Hey... look at me." You lifted your head and met his eyes. "I'm sorry. I never meant to upset you. But I would never do that. Not to any girl. I know what it's like to be rejected, to feel discarded, and it sucks. But that's a story for another time." Eddie took his thumb and wiped a tear from your cheek. "Please don't cry," he whispered, happy to see the smile return to your face.

"I'm... I'm sorry, Eddie. It was wrong of me to assume. I just... I promised myself I'd never fall for that shit again, so I got defensive. I shouldn't have unleashed my bullshit on you. Not the best first impression. I just... it's hard to escape that mindset."

"Don't apologize, please. I did the same thing to you. I didn't realize your situation. And honestly, I'm not used to girls seeing me the way you seem to, so I didn't connect the dots, and I'm sorry. I never should've raised my voice. This was all just a huge misunderstanding. And besides, my first impression was way worse." That got you laughing. "I really did enjoy your company today. And if it's not too much to ask, I'd love to get to know you better. For you to get to know me... and my quirks," he stroked your hair. "To show you... that your future husband isn't such a bad guy."

We smiled at each other. "I'd like that."

"So you will marry me?" You gave him the finger again, and he laughed jovially. "Come 'er." Eddie held you tight, rested his cheek on your head, and sighed in relief. "Truce?"

"Truce," I agreed. Eddie pulled back and flashed that fantastic smile.

"Can I still tease you? It's kinda my thing."

I smiled, shoved his face playfully, and said, "You do you."

"I'll take that as a yes." He started to walk down the stairs, stopped, and held out his hand. "Come with me. I'll take you to get Red. I know you've been here before, but the detours are killer, and I haven't finished acting foolish. And in all seriousness, I really don't wanna leave your side."

I smiled bashfully and accepted his hand. It reminded me of Terminator. (Come with me if you want to live, and boy, did I, especially if Eddie was a part of my life) "Ok... but only if you control that lead foot. I enjoy being alive." He laughed, nodded, and led me to his van.

"Your chariot, m'lady." He opened the door and waved me inside, then ran around the front of the van and shuffled into the driver's seat.

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Max and I held each other for what felt like an eternity, tears falling freely. It was surreal, especially seeing a living, breathing Hopper. I practically tackled him, Joyce, and El, expressing my undying gratitude for what they've done for Max and me. When we finished with pleasantries, Hopper and Eddie grabbed Max's bags and loaded them into the van engaging in further conversation. Max and I weren't far behind.

"Um, how the hell did you end up here with Munson?" She asked.

"Yeah, about that. Turns out that sweet hunk of metalhead goodness... is our next-door neighbor."

"Shit, I can't get a break," she whispered to herself.

"Mm-hm..." I started mocking her in my best 'Max' voice, "'This guy Eddie Munson, he helped us fight against Vecna. He's a good friend. He and his uncle Wayne lived in the trailer across from me and Mom. Poor guy got his ass kicked, but if it weren't for him and Dustin, we probably wouldn't have made it out alive. He's a good dude'. You neglected to mention that he's my fucking dream guy and the father of my future metalhead babies."

"Ew, gross." I smacked her upside the head. "Ow! shit, Isy. You don't need to be a bitch about it." I gave her an accusatory glance. "Ok, I'm sorry! I mean, it's not like I lied. I just... withheld information." My expression was unchanged. "I swear, I wasn't trying to keep him a secret. I like Munson. I was just... trying to delay the inevitable. But what difference does it make? You met him. You find him dreamy. If he's not totally into you already, it won't take long." She crossed her arms and kicked at the rocks.

My irritation melted away as I watched her. "Oh Max, I know you've been dealing with more important matters... and I'm so happy to be here with you... I just would've appreciated a little heads-up. I mean, I didn't expect a curveball like him. He has a multifaceted personality, and I almost ripped him a new one when he went all pervy on me." She looked at me wide-eyed.

"Oh, shit... poor Munson."

"Yeah, poor Munson. I felt like shit, but... he gave me a run for my money." She looked shocked. "He seems like a good one, and I'd like to see more of him, but only if it's alright with you." I threw my arm around her shoulder, and we started walking. "You're my number one priority, first and foremost, so if you don't want me to see him... I won't."

"Why wouldn't I want you to?" She searched my face. "Wait, do you... do you think I want you to spend all your time with me?" I shrugged. "Oh, no. Don't get me wrong, I love you like crazy, but I have a life. When I said I was trying to delay the inevitable, I meant you and Munson doing it 24/7. No, go, hang out. Just keep the nasty shit outta my vicinity."

I busted into laughter, grabbed her in a headlock, and dragged her to the van.

Eddie held the van door open, smiling as he watched you both. He trapped Max in a huge hug. "Where to ladies?"

"Um... would you mind swinging by Family Video. I wanna grab my uniform?"

"Sure thing, Sug." I patted his cheek and smiled.

~~~~~

We pulled into the parking lot, and Eddie jumped out of the van to open the door for us. He grabbed my hand to help me out, and we locked eyes. I flashed him a giddy smile and ran inside.

When Max jumped out, Eddie grabbed her by the jacket and immediately flicked her shoulder.

"Ow! What the hell, Munson?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Red! A little heads-up would've been nice. Why didn't you tell me your cousin's my future wife?"

"Jesus, are you two sharing a brain?" Max muttered to herself.

"What?" He asked, confused.

"Nothing. You two are already annoying the shit outta me." Max noticed his unamused expression and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, Munson, I knew the moment you saw each other, you'd both turn feral, and I didn't want to subject myself to the sound of you two going at it like bunnies. I've been through enough trauma."

"Oh? So she is into me?" His smile was smug.

"Ugg, gross."

He chuckled. "Well, I'm sorry, my small, red-headed friend... but that's just tough shit. That gorgeous creature has not left my thoughts since I laid eyes on her this morning, and after only a handful of hours with her, I can already tell she's something special. I wanna pursue this, Red. But it wouldn't feel right unless I had your blessing."

Max was unnerved by the wavelength you two were on.

"Come on, Red, please! She's perfect. I uh... I even let her touch the scars."

"WHAT?!" Max's eyes went wide. She knew how much of a sore spot that was for Eddie. If he was willing to let you do that... someone he just met? He was already in deep. "Whatever, yes, I don't care."

Eddie clapped his hands together excitedly. "Mmm, YES! Thank you, Red!"

"Just... keep the explicit shit out of earshot."

"Yeah, yeah, no problem." They shook on it.

Max had never seen Eddie so happy. He deserved happiness. You both did. "And, Munson... she told me she flipped out on you. I didn't think you'd meet so soon, or I would've warned you, but apparently I'm cursed to have you as a neighbor." Eddie chuckled. "Isy's got major trust issues. Her ex is a cheating douche, and it really screwed her up, so she's inclined to call bullshit. I'm sorry you had to find out the hard way."

Eddie gave her a sweet smile. "Don't worry about it, Red. It actually helped us gain a little insight about each other."

"Well, I'm still sorry. Don't get me wrong, Isy wasn't always like that. I mean, she's always had a temper. Seriously, she can make Demobats look like cute, cuddly puppies, and she's still wild and carefree, but now she's guarded. She really is an understanding person, though, and she'd do anything for the people she loves, so don't let the attitude deter you. Just be yourself. I can already tell she's kinda crazy about you."

He smiled brightly. "Thanks, Red. I like that she's feisty. I can see where you get it." He threw his arm around her shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm gonna treat her like gold. In fact, I'm gonna treat her so well, she's gonna feel like the treasure beneath the Lonely Mountain, and not even Smaug will keep us apart."

"O-kay? I have no idea what that means, but whatever."

"Seriously, Red? We fought in Mordor together, and you still don't understand Lord of the Rings?" She shook her head. He chuckled, and they headed for the store.

~~~~~

"Look what the bat dragged in," Robin rounded the counter to greet Eddie and Max.

"Buckley, you look ravishing." She gave Eddie a twirl. "Where's my favorite Wonder Twin?"

Robin yelled for Steve. "Hey, Dingus! Get your ass out here and say hello!"

Steve appeared from the back office with a stack of papers. "What're you bitching about now, Rob--Hey! Max!" He ran over and wrapped her in a friendly embrace, then turned to Eddie. "Munson... what's happening, buddy?" They gave each other a bro hug.

"Not much, Harrington. Isy wanted to stop and get her uniform."

"Wait, you're here... together?" He motioned between Eddie and me. "What happened, Mancini? You lose a bet or something? Oh, I know. He lured you into his van with the promise of candy?" He shot me a wink, and I lost it.

"Well, Steve, you know I love me some candy, but uh, he was blasting Maiden, so... I practically did a Duke Boys jump through the window."

Eddie's eyes locked on you. He tried hiding a faint smile by chewing his hair, but nothing got past Robin.

"Seriously though, it turns out he's our next-door neighbor, so he helped with all my shit this morning and took me to get Max."

"Oh... right on. I guess it was inevitable. I knew once you got here, you wouldn't be able to escape Munson's clutches." I bit my lip and snuck a glance at Eddie's smiling face. "Well, here's the employee paperwork you need to fill out."

"Alright," I looked at Eddie. "You mind if I get a jump on this?"

"Not at all, Sug. I'm gonna grab some movies." He traveled a few rows over.

"Sug?" Steve quietly inquired.

"Yeah, short for Sugar. 'Cause I'm sweet." I gave him a smug look.

"Hmm... he obviously hasn't seen you angry."

I shoved him hard. "Oh, fuck you!"

"See, that's exactly what I'm talkin' about. Munson's got a nickname for everyone, and they're usually pretty fitting, except yours."

"Shut up, dick." Steve snickered. "Hey, I wanted to ask you. Is he always so... explicit?"

"Munson? Oh yeah. He's known to say what's on his mind. He's also a total cheeseball. You get used to it." Steve observed your nod of understanding as you turned back to your forms. "Lemme guess, he already laid on the 'Munson charm'?"

"Yeah, big time. We, uh... we had the best time this morning. Eddie was charming and playful. And you know how much I love me a metalhead." Steve lifted his brow and nodded. "I was instantly hooked. Then he switched to perv mode, and I, uh... kinda flipped out on him."

Steve lost it. "Oh shit! So he did get a taste of the evil bitch queen?" I pursed my lips and nodded. "Oh, man, I feel for Munson. I would not want to be on the receiving end of that. I gotta say, though, I'm a little surprised. You used to be into all that pervy shit."

I nodded. "I know. And I still am. I mean, I probably wouldn't have reacted the way I did, but," I bit my lip, leaned toward Steve, and whispered, "when I got to the house last night, I overheard him and some chick going at it, so... I assumed she was Eddie's girlfriend and he was trying to get a little on the side."

Steve started laughing harder. "No-no way! Are you serious?!" I nodded again. "Jesus... that was most likely the bartender chick from the Hideout."

"Oh do... do you know her?"

"Not personally, but I know of her. I think Munson had a thing for her a while back, but it's just casual."

"Oh," I said indifferently.

Steve noticed the wheels turning in your head. "Mancini... lemme tell you something about Munson. He uh, he has it hard. Harder than most. Everyone sees him as some... scary, satanic freak, especially girls. And as much as I hate to admit it, we all saw him that way, except for Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair. But in reality, he's a big softy and one of the most loyal people I've had the privilege to call a friend. Not to say he doesn't annoy the shit outta me."

I had to laugh.

"Believe me, he's not like your ex. If he's into you... and judging by the dumb smile that hasn't left his face since he walked in here, I think it's safe to say that he is, you should give him a chance. He's a good dude. And trust me, after meeting you, she's the last thing on his mind. He'll probably call it off the moment he gets home."

"Thanks, Steve. You're a good friend. But if you were so sure Eddie and I would take to each other how come you didn't tell me about him, or vice-versa?"

"Um... because Max threatened me on pain of death, and I value my life."

"Figures. That little brat." Steve smiled and gave me a friendly kiss on the head.

Eddie was staring at you from behind a shelf when he heard a whisper. "Pssst... Eddie!" Robin cocked her head, motioning for him to follow her.

"What's up, Buckley?"

"Dude... could you be more obvious?" She whispered.

"What?" He smiled mischievously.

"Ugh... seriously, Eddie. You keep eye fucking her like that, someone's bound to notice."

"Shit, was I that obvious?" His words dripped with sarcasm.

"Seriously, what's the story?"

"Calm down, Buckley. She already knows I think she's gorgeous."

"Oh..."

"But if you must know," he paraded Robin around the store, grabbing movies as they walked, "Isy and Max are my neighbors. I met her this morning and thought I was staring at an angel. I mean... it was love at first sight, Buckley. This goddess drives a black '67 Chevy Impala. She's a fucking metal lover, for Christ's sake, a very knowledgeable one, I might add. She's a nerdy, bashful sweetheart. Feisty and so smart. She's caring, kind, and just... the most compassionate and open-minded person. I've never met anyone like her. And that's not even the best part. I think she's totally into me."

Robin noticed the blush on his cheeks. "Holy shit, Eddie! That's awesome!"

"Yeah. I've found the future, Mrs. Munson."

"Eeek! Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god! So what are you gonna do?!"

"Buckley, my lady-loving friend. I'm gonna marry that girl and never let her go."

"Ahhhhh! Oh my god, this is so exciting. And you're certain of this? After only a few hours?"

"I've never been more certain of anything."

Robin recognized the sincerity in Eddie's eyes. "Oh my God, so CUTE! And she's, like, super hot too!"

"Oh... smokin'! Her eyes, that thick little body, and those fucking shorts, Buckley? I helped her out this morning. You should've seen how her ass was trying to escape those things when she was cleaning. I just... I wanted to push her against the wall, and... well, I almost creamed my fucking pants!"

"Ew! Gross... but Ahhhh! Keep us informed, I'll fill in Dingus, and we'll help however we can." She hugged Eddie and ran back to the counter.

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"Home sweet home, Ladies!" Eddie carried Max's bags into the house.

"Eddie, I can't thank you enough!" I graciously replied.

"I can think of a few ways you can thank me. OW! Dammit!" His shoulder met my fist.

"You're so gross, Munson," Max groaned.

"Why's she so mean to me, Red?"

"Maybe she likes you, Munson."

"Ahh, is that it, Sug? Are you mean to me because you liiike me?" He poked my side and immediately backed away, shielding himself if I threw another punch. He was having too much fun at my expense, but I found it incredibly adorable.

"Thanks, Munson, but I'm not subjecting myself to this."

"The loft is all yours, Max. It's clean so you can arrange it however you want. I'll be up in a minute." She waved me off, and I motioned for Eddie to follow me outside. He was standing with his hands behind his back, a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

"Alright, you big dope." When I walked toward him, he flinched, but instead of a punch, I stood on my tiptoes and delivered a hug. When he realized he was in no immediate danger, he wrapped his arms around my waist and chuckled.

"You're so short, Sug. The perfect height for some, uh, hardcore kitchen counter, OW! Shit!"

I smacked the back of his head. "Shut up, perv. You're ruining the moment." Eddie's laughter was quickly becoming one of my favorite sounds in the world.

"Ok, ok, I yield." He lifted his head and smiled at you. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your embrace, sweet thing?"

"I'm showing my appreciation, you ass." I hugged him tighter and buried my face into his neck. (My GOD! He smelled so fucking good) "Really, thank you," I said and backed away.

"I'm forever your humble servant." He bowed again. "Oh... one more thing," he took his Mercyful Fate button from his vest and proceeded to pin it to the collar of your shirt. "Here, I uh... I want you to have this. To keep."

My jaw dropped. I looked down at the pin. "But why? At this rate, all your stuff's gonna be mine."

He chuckled. "It's a thank you for giving me the benefit of the doubt. I can see my charm's no longer lost on you. I know it's not the right album, but it's a reminder of a special time. Think of my dopey face whenever you look at it."

I let out a breathy laugh. "But, I... I don't have anything for you."

"Sug. You've just given me the best day. That's something I haven't had in a long time." He took your hands in his and pressed them gently to his lips. "I couldn't ask for anything more, except maybe a lifetime of days like this... but I'm not greedy."

I couldn't hide my flushed cheeks this time. "Well, at least take this." I touched his shoulders, stood on my tiptoes, and gently kissed his cheek.

"And maybe that, uh... yeah... can, can I get another one of those?" He turned his head and tapped his cheek with his finger.

I leaned in and placed one more sweet kiss on his cheek, lingering longer than before. Eddie turned his head slowly, and our eyes met. I noticed his veer toward my lips briefly before he backed away.

"Um, don't be a stranger, Sugar. Remember, you still hold something that's mine." Eddie saw you look down at his ring, but that's not what he was referring to. You had his heart. He turned on his heels, jogged up his porch steps, and flashed one more bright smile before heading into his house.

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Max and I spent the rest of the day organizing our rooms. I bombarded her with questions about Eddie, but she didn't feel right telling me certain things, so I eventually backed off. I was just so smitten. I couldn't stop thinking about him. I wanted to know everything. It was mentally exhausting. I was sitting on the couch, adding the Mercyful Fate button to my jean jacket, thinking about my time so far with Eddie, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up, and it was almost midnight.

"Shit! Max?!... MAX?!" I ran through the house in a panic, but there was no sign of her. I heard voices coming from outside, so I ran to the door and threw it open.

"Heeeeey! There's Sleeping Beauty! Come join us, Sugar," Eddie bellowed.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Max, Eddie, Robin, Steve, and two other guys I didn't recognize were sitting in the driveway around a small fire pit. I grabbed my cigarettes, jogged down the steps, and joined them.

"Here you go, Sug." Eddie grabbed a chair, set it next to his, and motioned for you to sit. "You want a beer?"

"Please!"

"Oooo, I love it when you beg," he joked, reaching into a little cooler. He handed it to you, and you thanked him with another punch. "OW! Shit! That's like the fifth time today. Why you gotta treat me so bad?" He stuck out his bottom lip and gave you puppy dog eyes.

(My GOD, those fucking eyes!) "Perv." I gave him a little shove and a cheeky smile and sipped my beer. "You know, most people would've learned to stop after the first punch."

"What can I say? I'm a glutton for punishment," he leaned toward you and whispered, "especially yours."

He winked, sending my heart a flutter. I took another sip. "Mmm... you know, I'm not a huge drinker, but after the last 24 hours, this is just what I needed."

"Well, drink up. I have plenty." Eddie reached over to grab a black metal lunch box. He smiled and proceeded to roll a joint.

I stared at his hands as his skilled fingers meticulously worked their magic. His mischievous eyes met mine as he flicked his tongue across the end of the rolling paper, then licked one long stripe down the seam to secure the seal. (Oh, for the love of everything holy! I never wanted to be a joint so bad in my entire life) I chugged my beer, trying to focus on anything but him. When he finished, he lit the joint, took a hit, and held it out to me.

"You want a hit?" He offered.

"I don't know. What're you looking for as payment?" I smiled slyly.

He started chuckling and exhaled. "Whatever you're willing to give me, Sugar." He winked again.

I smiled bashfully. "Thanks, but no. These are my vice." I held up my smokes and smiled, lighting one. He passed the joint around to everyone else (except Max). Eddie introduced me to the two guys I didn't know. His friends, Jeff and Gareth. Both are incredibly nice and funny dudes.

"Does anyone wanna play a game?" Robin blurted out.

"What kinda game?" Steve asked.

"Well, there's the usual ones... truth or dare... never have I ever." All the guys groaned in unison. "Ok then. Do you dinguses have any bright ideas?"

"Oh, I've got one. Has anyone ever played 'Honey, if you love me'?"

"Is that the dumb game you used to play at camp?" Max asked.

"It's not dumb... it's super fun. And depending on how involved people get, it can be hysterical."

"Alright, but let's make it a drinking game. Is that possible?" Steve asked.

"Yeah, we can make that work. Um... let me explain the rules. So, the idea is not to smile or laugh. You pick a person, look them in the eyes and say, 'Honey, if you love me, would you please, please smile?' Now the other person has to say, 'Honey, I love you, but I just can't smile,' and they have to say it with a straight face. If they smile or laugh, they lose." I looked at everyone's unenthusiastic expressions. "Oh come on. See, the kicker is, anything goes. You can say or do whatever you want to make the other person smile, but you both have to say those exact words. And we can add the rule that if you lose, you have to finish your beer. Sound good?"

"Ok, let's give it a go." Eddie chimed in.

"I'm calling it a night. Have fun, losers."

"Night, Brat!" Everyone waved Max goodnight. "Ok, I'll go first so yinz get the idea." I went over to Robin, got down on my knees, and grabbed her hands. The boys started to hoot and holler. I waved them off, smiled at Robin, and thought briefly about what to do. "Uh... ok... Honey, if you love me, would you please, PLEASE... smile?" I ran the tip of my finger down her nose, smashed her face to my chest, stroking her hair, and wiggled my boobs.

"Honey... I wuv you... but I jus c-aahahahahaha!"

"Ha! Gotcha! Drink up," I booped her nose and returned to my chair. "Ok... Robin lost, so now it's her turn." I looked at all the guys. They were sitting stalk still, mouths agape. "See, guys. I told you it was fun." I smiled slyly.

"That was so not fair... you made me motorboat you."

"Thems the rules. Pick your victim."

Robin chose Steve first, but no matter what she did, he refused to crack. She moved on to Gareth, who ended up losing his shit. Gareth also took a crack at Steve, who remained stone-faced, so he picked Eddie. Gareth tried to recite the words while giving Eddie a lap dance but fell on his ass. Eddie couldn't keep a straight face, so... he chose me. After he chugged his beer, he rushed over and parked in my lap. I was having difficulty holding it together, and Eddie hadn't even spoken yet. He gave his hair a seductive flip, then put his arms around my neck.

"Honey..."

He rolled his eyes and let out an exaggerated sigh. He definitely had a flair for theatrics.

"If you love me... would you please, PLEEEAAASE!..." he grabbed your face in his hands and whispered, "smile?"

He stared at me like he was staring into my soul. I couldn't look away from his chocolate-brown eyes. "Honey... I love you, bmm--" At that moment, Eddie's lips crashed into mine. Everyone started cheering. His kiss was deep and lingering. His tongue requested entrance, and I immediately obliged. He was so passionate, so needy. We threw our arms around each other, practically suffocating as we swallowed each other's faces. But as quickly as the kiss began, Eddie pulled away. I opened my eyes at the loss of his lips and started giggling like a schoolgirl.

"Gotcha," he whispered, flashing that devilish grin as he climbed off your lap.

"Now that... was most definitely not fair." I shook my head trying to gain my composure. (What the FUCK just happened?!?)

The game went on for a while, but once the majority of us were shitfaced, we called it quits and proceeded to bullshit and listen to tunes. I went to make my way to the cooler, but Eddie quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me into his lap. I landed at an awkward angle, so he put his hands on my waist and helped me into a sitting position. I was hyperaware of his hand resting on my bare thigh, his other on my waist. I could feel his thumb under the hem of my t-shirt, faintly rubbing my side, and the gentle squeeze of his hand on my thigh, causing my heart to race. I cleared my throat and met Eddie's vast, lust-blown gaze, but Steve's voice broke the spell.

"Well... I'm gonna get this one home." Steve stood up and motioned to Robin, who was passed out in her chair.

"You alright to drive, man?" Eddie asked.

"Oh, yeah. I only had a couple of beers. Unlike you dorks, I can keep a straight face." Eddie and I chuckled as we watched Steve hoist Robin and walk her to his car.

Jeff and Gareth stumbled over. "Hey, we're gonna head out too."

"Oh no... you guys are smashed. Get your asses inside. You know where the spare rooms are."

"Alright, thanks, man." Jeff helped steady Gareth as they made their way into Eddie's house.

Eddie turned his attention back to you. "You should probably get some sleep, too, Sugar."

I shook my head. "Naw, I'm good. Unless you're ready to call it a night."

"No, I'm fine. If you wanna stick around, I can grab my guitar. I believe I owe you a serenade." You nodded excitedly. "Just let me clean this stuff up, and we can chill on the porch."

I helped Eddie put everything away and put out the fire. He ran to grab his guitar, and when he returned, I parked my ass on the porch next to him. I watched as he put the guitar strap over his head and got situated. I lit a cigarette for both of us and placed one between his lips.

"Mm, thanks, Sugar."

I smiled sweetly and exhaled. "That's a Warlock, right? Dave Mustaine and Blackie Lawless have one of those." Eddie started laughing. "What?! Why do you keep laughing?"

He handed you a fresh beer. "Sugar, I swear. You're sexier with every sentence, but if you keep dropping bombs like that, be prepared to say I do."

He was a master at making me blush. "Um, I don't know. I mean, it's pretty, but I'm partial to the Flying V."

He busted into uncontrollable laughter. "First off, not it, she. And she's my sweetheart. Isy didn't mean that, sweetheart." Eddie said to his guitar. "She may not be a V series, Sugar, but she's special. We put on the most metal interdimensional concert in the history of the world."

My eyes lit up. "You, you mean... in the Upside Down?" He nodded. "Oh, please, do tell!"

"Well, uh, that's..."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, yeah, a story for another time." Eddie nodded again, and I took another drink. "So... when do I get story time?"

Eddie's expression grew dismal. "Soon, Sugar, I promise. Just... let me enjoy this time with you before you run away screaming."

I looked at him, confused. "W-why would I run away?"

He looked down at his guitar and smiled. Your impression of him was heartwarming. "They uh... they always run away, Sugar."

Who were they? I didn't understand. Eddie's expression was so sad, but I could tell he didn't wanna talk about it. I finished my beer as he started strumming chords from 'The Candle', his attention now fully invested in playing. "Did you seriously learn this in an evening, just by listening?"

"Mm-hm." He didn't look up but continued to play.

"That's... incredible." Eddie went directly into playing 'Melissa', and I got goosebumps. He met my gaze and smiled sweetly.

"You want another beer?"

"Hmm... why do I feel like you're tryin' to get me drunk?" I joked.

He chuckled. "No, Sugar. Just having a good time. You don't have to."

"I really shouldn't. I'm already buzzed."

He laughed. "Seriously? You've only had like three."

"I know, but like I said. I don't do this often. I have no tolerance." I pondered for a moment. "Eh, what the hell. I don't need to be anywhere tomorrow. I can live a little, right? Just don't try anything," I warned in jest as he handed me a beer.

He scoffed jokingly. "I would never." He winked. "No, seriously, I won't touch... not unless you ask me to." He wiggled his eyebrows.

I rolled my eyes and shoved his shoulder. "Mm... hey, can you thrash?!" I asked excitedly.

Eddie suddenly perked up. "What do you think, Sugar?" He smirked and immediately started shredding Megadeth's 'Rattlehead'.

I was practically drooling, watching his fingers move effortlessly across the frets. (Jesus, the things this man can do with his hands) Without missing a beat, he switched to Dio's 'We Rock'. I was loving this, banging my head to the music. "This is my absolute favorite Dio song!" I yelled.

"For real?" You nodded, and he stopped playing. "Alright, let's go old school. You know this one?" He started playing 'Great White Buffalo' by Amboy Dukes.

"Ugghh, yes! Love sweaty Teddy!" Eddie was laughing so hard that he had to stop playing. "Munson, you're fucking amazing. I'm not kidding. You should be in a band."

Eddie smiled bashfully. "I appreciate that, Sugar." Eddie gazed at your beautiful face, ready to tell you about Corroded Coffin, when an idea struck him, making his heart skip a beat. He'd tell you but now wasn't the time. "If I did join a band, would, uh... would you be my groupie? Ouch! Dammit! Ok!"

"Knock it off, perv." Eddie never stopped smiling.

"So... lemme get this straight. You're panties get instantly wet for one of the biggest sex fiends in rock and roll, but I got my ass handed to me for a suggestive comment?"

I pursed my lips and nodded calmly. "Um... yep." He eyed me curiously and smirked. "What?! Why do you keep looking at me like that?!" I shoved him again. "Yes, I dig perverted rock stars. Sue me. I'm not a prude. Far from it, actually." I took another swig and smirked. "I flipped out on you 'cause I felt a connection... ya know? And, I thought... well, I thought you were using that connection to take advantage of me." I looked at him sheepishly. He nodded and took my hand, the alcohol making me more aware of his touch. "Uh, with rock stars, it's a fantasy. You can pretty much guarantee they just wanna fuck, no strings attached. I mean, shit. There's, like, a laundry list of mother fuckers I'd ride 'til I couldn't walk." (Jesus, what the hell was I saying?)

Eddie practically spit out his beer. "Yeah?" He asked, laughing.

I gave him a scrunched expression. "I don't know. I think that's the beer talking." He chuckled. "I mean, I'd want to, that's for damn sure, but I don't know if I'd be able to go through with it." I chugged the rest of my beer. My inhibitions were pretty much nonexistent by this point. "I, uh, I did try once." I glanced at him, totally embarrassed.

"WHAT?!" He was rolling.

"Yeah, um... well, I guess now's as good a time as any to share my embarrassing story."

"Uh, you sure about that, Sugar? You're drunk. I don't want you saying or doing anything you'll regret."

"Naw. It's cool. I was gonna tell you eventually. The alcohol just acts as liquid courage."

"Ok, if you say so."

I motioned for him to hand me another beer. I took a drink and continued. "Ok, you'll appreciate this. It was, uh... summer of '84. W.A.S.P.'s Winged Assassins tour at the Troubadour."

"Whoa, whoa, wait... you saw W.A.S.P.? In '84, you would've been, what... 16?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I was visiting Max. It was our last summer in California before she moved here, and I really wanted to go, so... I gussied myself up to make myself look older, and Billy helped me sneak in."

"Billy? Billy Hargrove?" Eddie looked shocked.

"Yeah. Billy went for the drunk chicks and ditched me when we got there, but I didn't care. I just needed to get in. It was fucking awesome! You would've had a blast. Anyway, I barreled through the crowd to get right in front of Blackie."

"Seriously? I know you're an aggressive little thing, but you're, like, a buck ten."

"Well, I was determined, and my adrenaline was off the charts. I dig a lot of rock stars, but when it comes to Dave Mustaine and Blackie Lawless, I don't fuck around. I wanted to go that January 'cause W.A.S.P. and Megadeth played together, but it was like a week after Christmas break, and there's no way my parents would've gone for that."

Eddie was staring at you, chuckling. "I'm, I'm sorry. I'm just trying to picture this."

I nodded and took another drink. "Mm... wait 'til you hear what I did. So, during 'Animal', Blackie leaned down and grazed my chin with his fingers. It was like... instant orgasm. I'm not kidding. When the show was over, I snuck backstage to find the band's dressing room, and uh... that's when I got stopped by security. I gave the guy some sob story about being from outta town and unable to find my cousin, so the dude took me inside to look for Billy, and that's when I gave him the slip." Eddie started laughing again. "Luckily, there were a ton of people in the room, so it was pretty easy to do. And the dude gave up looking pretty quickly. Once I was in the clear, I looked around 'til I spotted Blackie. He was sitting on a couch, toweling himself off. I was shocked he wasn't surrounded by a hoard of chicks, so I just... walked up to him. He recognized me, which I couldn't believe, and asked if I was lost. I don't think he bought my look." Eddie nodded and smiled, totally engrossed. "I was so starstruck all I could do was shake my head... then I heard Billy yelling my name. He and the security guard were looking for me."

"Well, that's kind of a non-douche move on his part."

"Oh, no, it wasn't. Billy didn't give two shits about me, but seeing as I was supposed to be back at the house sleeping, he was more worried about what his dad would do to him if he came home without me, which I did understand, but I couldn't leave without doing something. I mean... when the hell would I get another opportunity like this, so uh... I did what I could, and uh," I chuckled, "this is the embarrassing part, um... I turned back to Blackie, trying to think of what to do, so uh... I spotted a marker, grabbed it, and asked if I could get his autograph, and he started laughing at me."

"Why was that embarrassing?"

"Oh, I'm not done. So, Blackie took the marker, and when he noticed I didn't have any paper, he asked me where I wanted it. I heard Billy's yells getting closer, so I had to think fast, and since I was wearing next to nothing, I uh... I turned around, lifted my mini skirt, and uh... I flashed Blackie my ass."

Eddie was rolling. "No... no, you didn't?"

"I did." I grimaced, which only made Eddie laugh harder.

"Y-you let the one and only, Blackie Lawless, sign your ass?"

"Uh, yeah. Billy was fucking furious. I quickly put my skirt back down before he grabbed my arm and pulled me away, but uh... I managed to wrench myself free. I only had a split second, so I ran back to Blackie, grabbed his face, and planted one on him." Eddie was staring at me, mouth agape. "Yeah, that's pretty much how I figured Blackie would react, but uh, the son of a bitch actually shoved his fingers in my hair and kissed me right back. That's when Billy grabbed me again. When he dragged me away, I turned back to Blackie, smiling, yelled thank you, and blew him a kiss. He was laughing... kinda like you are right now."

"Uh ha! So, let me get this straight. You went to see W.A.S.P., at 16 years old, with the help of... Billy Hargrove, so you could sneak backstage and try to fuck Blackie Lawless, ultimately ending the night with a huge, wet kiss and the man's signature on that... beautiful ass?"

(Oh my God! STOP!) My face was so red I had to bury it in my hands. "Uh, yeah. That pretty much sums it up."

"And I'm the pervert?"

"Touche', Munson." I looked up. "I don't know what I was thinking. I'd like to think I would've gone through with it, but I most likely would've chickened out. But now, every time I hear W.A.S.P. I get, like, instantly horny." The dopey expression on Eddie's face was hysterical.

"Blackie Lawless? Jesus, that guy's my new fucking hero." I hid my face again. "Ok, I get why you did it, but why Blackie?"

"Why not?! I mean, he's just... well, he's fucking hot. There's really no other way to put it. I have this picture of him from '85. It's one of my favorites. He just, I don't know, he looks so fucking adorable. I mean, he's not wearing all the makeup and tassels and shit, but his expression... it's almost sweet. I-I don't know where I'm going with this. The point is he's an adorable bad boy, and um... well, I guess you remind me of him." I immediately wanted to kick myself. "Shit!!! I don't know why the fuck I just said that. Ok, I'm cut off." Eddie laughed even harder and took my hand again. "Um, ok, so it's no secret I think you're handsome as fuck. I mean, come on, just look at you. You're like... the perfect combination of Dave Mustaine and Blackie."

Now it was Eddie's turn to blush. He let out a nervous laugh. "Um... ha! H-how so?"

"Well, there's the charisma, the long dark hair, the gravelly voice, you shred that guitar like Dave, and you're obviously a sexual pervert." He chuckled. "You're the epitome of an adorable bad boy. The only things you lack are chest hair and blue eyes. Ugghh! That fucking chest hair! I'm a sucker for it. But you... well, you've got that happy trail, and... and your eyes..." I trailed off, staring into those giant, brown orbs. "My God, they're gorgeous," I whispered the last words. We stared at each other mesmerized until I pulled my hand away and buried my face again. "Shit! Just shoot me now. This is so fucking embarrassing."

Eddie squeezed my hand, forcing me to look at him. "Um, don't be embarrassed, Sugar. I'm flattered. That's, uh, probably the nicest compliment anyone's ever given me."

I smiled and nodded. "You're welcome, Munson. And that's not the alcohol talking. I mean it. I um... I tend to open up... speak my mind when I drink, so..."

Fuck! He wanted to kiss you so bad. "Um... well, it's a shame you didn't get to keep the autograph." He joked.

I immediately averted my gaze.

"Wait. You, you didn't! Is-is that the other tattoo?!"

I closed my eyes and nodded. "I hit up a tattoo parlor the next day."

"Ok, um... I have to see this thing."

I shook my head fervently. "No, no way. I mean, I'm beyond appreciative that you shared the scars, but this... this is a whole other level of intimate." I started laughing nervously.

"Ok, fine. But if you think I'm gonna let this go, you're outta your goddamn mind."

"I was afraid of that." I looked away again and laughed.

"Come on, Sugar." You shook your head again. "Come oooon. You know you wanna show me."

I huffed and took a swig, contemplating what to do. "Alright, what the hell." I stood up and turned my back to him, unbuttoned my shorts, and pulled them down just enough to expose the tattoo. I looked over my shoulder and busted out laughing. "My God, your fucking face." He looked like he was about to start drooling. "Ok, that's long enough. You can close your mouth now." I buttoned my shorts and sat back down.

"Uh," he cleared his throat and shifted his crotch uncomfortably. "Mm-mm... I um... my God, your ass." He let out a breathy laugh, and stared at you. "So, um... if I do this," he reached over and grazed your chin with his fingers, "and then, this," he started playing 'Animal' and you froze. "You'll fall madly in love with me and, uh... wanna fuck my brains out."

Eddie's voice was so seductive. He leaned closer and stared at my lips. My God, my panties were fucking soaked. He was dangerously close to breaking my resolve.

"'Cause, uh, I've got a secret, Sugar. Blackie's not the only one who fucks like a beast."

Fuck! Was I horny! I felt like I was about to faint. All I could do was stare, his face inches from mine. "Uh, you... you don't have as much chest hair," I joked.

Eddie immediately turned away and started laughing, shaking his head. "You're uh... you're somethin' else, you know that? You're a freak. I like it. I'm kinda surprised you haven't tried to attack Harrington," he joked.

"Well, uh, I'm not gonna lie. Steve's a sexy guy. And after a pool party or two, the thought did cross my mind, but uh... no."

"What? Harrington's not wild enough for ya?"

There was that mischievous smile again. "Um... no. Chest hair aside, the whole preppy, jock thing... doesn't do it for me. Not to mention, he's one of my best friends, and so hung up on Nance it would've been pointless. And I'm not a huge fan of casual hookups. Nothing against people who are," I joked, giving Eddie's shoulder a playful shove. "I sometimes wish I was more adventurous. I mean, don't get me wrong. I enjoy sex, but I have difficulty seeing past the emotional bit. That whole Blackie thing... it was totally out of character for me, and it was definitely stupid."

He laughed bashfully. "Well... casual hookups are fun, and they definitely feel good, but uh... they make for a lonely existence. I wouldn't do it if I had someone, so... Well, I can only imagine how good it feels to give yourself to someone so completely..." he trailed off and returned his attention to playing.

"H-have you really... never been in love?"

"No, I have... but it was never reciprocated."

I nodded, looked down at my thumb, and started playing with his ring. My heart was beating a mile a minute. "Hey, um..." I stood up. Eddie furrowed his brow in confusion when I took his guitar and set it aside. I sat between his legs, leaned back against his chest, and closed my eyes. Eddie hastily wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pressed his other hand against my stomach. He rested his chin in the crook of my neck and started rocking me gently. I could feel his head turn slightly, his warm breath on my skin, and the light brush of his lips. Without warning, he latched them to my neck. I inhaled sharply, and a heat wave shot straight to my core. Eddie grabbed the side of my face, trailing greedy kisses across my chin to my waiting lips, and shoved his tongue down my throat. I turned my body and threw my arms around his neck as he kissed me hungrily. It was so fucking passionate. He grabbed my face with both hands, making the kiss more vigorous.

"Mmm... mhhhh," he broke away, let out a breathy laugh, and leaned his forehead on yours, both of you breathing heavily. "Uh, do... do you... m-maybe wanna... spend the night with me?"

I was in a lustful daze, staring at his mouth as he spoke every pleasurable word. "Eddie," he lifted his head and looked at me, his eyes filled with lust and want, "I-I don't know."

"Please, Sugar. I need you so fuckin' bad."

Jesus, this was so hard. "Eddie, I... I want to. I do, but..."

He slowly backed away and nodded, fidgeting with his rings. "No, I'm, I'm sorry... I know you're not in the best state right now, and I'm not trying to pressure you. I guess I'm just being selfish. I just... I want you to be mine... so fucking bad, Sug." He gave you a once-over and looked away.

I knelt before him, grabbed his hands, and looked deep into his eyes. "Eddie, I want that too. And don't get me wrong, this isn't a rejection by any means. I mean, shit! From the moment I laid eyes on you, I've been so goddamn horny I feel like I'm losing my mind." Eddie let out a breathy laugh and nodded. "And, well... it's taken every ounce of willpower I can muster not to pull your dick out at any given moment and ride you 'til the sun comes up, but uh... it's deeper than that, and we're still figuring each other out, ya know? And... well, I'm fucking scared. I'm scared because... you say your charm isn't a ruse, but if that's the case, how the hell are you still single, or at the very least, not swimming in pussy?"

"Sugar, I know you don't understand, but I'm not the kinda guy girls wanna bring home to meet mom and dad. I'm more just... a plaything to use."

I was utterly confused, unable to comprehend what he was saying. "But why? See, this is what I'm talking about, why I'm hesitant. I mean, what does that even mean? You take guarded to a whole new level, and I can't for the life of me figure out why? I get that most parents prefer the Harringtons of the world, but I can't be the only girl who sees how wonderful you are, so what is it? What are you hiding from me? What can be so bad that you feel the need to be so secretive? I mean, you tell me next to nothing about your life, but unless you're an abusive, unfaithful, pathological liar, who moonlights as a serial killer, nothing about you will make me turn heel and run. I've already seen the scars, and I still think you're a goddamn vision. For fuck sake, I want you, ok... and not just physically, but in every way imaginable. I mean, shit! Just... let down the walls so I can finally scream your fucking namemmff---"

Eddie grabbed your face and delivered a harsh kiss. He felt so much love for you at this moment. "Mmm... Sugar? Shut up before I don't give you a choice and take you right here."

Ugh! His demanding words should have been a red flag, but they completely hypnotized me.

"How 'bout this? Tomorrow, we go for a drive. I'll tell you anything your precious heart wants to hear. Full disclosure, yeah?"

I smiled brightly and nodded. "Yeah, yes! For the love of God, Yes!" My heart was racing. I jumped onto his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and buried my head into his chest.

Eddie chuckled. "I'm sorry, Sugar, but I have to ask again. And here's why." He took your face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. "It's not just your bangin' body. You really are unlike anyone I've ever met. It's kinda unbelievable. And I know you've had a few, but I'm asking you... no, I'm begging you. Please spend the night with me... please. We don't even have to do anything, just... let me hold you. 'Cause I'm scared too. Scared... that after we talk... you will wanna run. And if you do, well, I'll at least have the memory of one night with you. Please, Sugar."

I stared into his eyes, torn, but I saw no deception, only sadness. "Um... ok. Just... let me go freshen up." Eddie smiled excitedly and tapped his lips with his finger. I kissed him gently, our tongues lightly brushing.

"Mmmm, go do your thing, Sugar."

I climbed off his lap and started walking away. "Um, ok. I'll, uh, I'll be back shortly."

"I'll be waiting." Eddie's eyes followed you. "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave," he said with a smile as you made your way to the door, giggling.

"Perv." I entered my house and shut the door.

Eddie was so excited. He hoped this wouldn't be the only night he gets to spend with you. Lost in his thoughts, he picked up his things and carried everything inside, then sat back down on the porch and waited. He noticed a car pull up behind his van. A girl got out and started walking toward the house.

"Hey, Eddie." She yelled.

He waved. "Hey, Jan." Shit! He just realized he completely forgot to call and end things with her. "To what do I owe the pleasure? You can't be out already?"

"No, I'm not, but I'm having a party tomorrow. I figured I'd stop by and stock up. I just left work, so... you up for a little fun?" She smiled seductively.

Eddie couldn't believe this. He's so worked up right now, but he only wants you. "Uh... tempting... but we need to talk."

She looked at him quizzically. "Ok?" She walked up the steps and sat next to him. "What about?"

"Well, I uh... I need to end our arrangement."

"Oh, boo! How come?"

"Yeah, I, uh... I met someone."

"Oh!" She smiled. "That was quick. Anyone I know?"

Eddie smiled. "Well, um..." He pointed to the Impala.

"Wait... that girl from last night? Is she your neighbor?" He nodded. "Oh shit! Did... did she hear us?"

Eddie pursed his lips and nodded again. "Yeah... I hung out with her all morning, and we just... connected, but eventually, well... Eddie had a lotta 'splainin' to do, so I uh... I told her our deal."

She started laughing. "Eddie... shit. How'd that go?"

"Not... particularly well, but uh... it all worked out."

"Well, I'm not gonna lie. I'm gonna miss that dick of yours. You fuck like a champ. And I'm definitely not looking forward to paying cash for my shit, but uh... if you finally have a chance at something real, you go for it.

"Thanks, Jan... you've always been good to me. I appreciate your kindness." Eddie took her hand and gave it a quick kiss. "And, as you know... flattery works with me, so... what do you need for your party? It's on the house."

"Aw, Eddie, I can't do that. I mean, at least let me give you a handy or something," she joked.

He chuckled. "No, really... I insist. Come on." He grabbed her hand and led her inside.

"Ok, but just this once. I promise, cash from now on." He opened his lunchbox and let her grab what she needed, and then he escorted her back outside. "Thanks, Eddie. If you're up for it, you should come by tomorrow. Bring your girl. I'd love to meet her."

"I'll let you know." She kissed Eddie sweetly on the lips and walked away. Eddie sat back down, making sure Jan was safely in her car. He waited for about ten more minutes, his leg bobbing up and down nervously as he checked his watch, disappointment setting in, but he figured, in your state, you probably passed out, so he got up and went back inside.

~~~~~

After my shower, I changed into my pajamas, popped some Aspirin, brushed my teeth, and headed for the door. My anxiety was through the roof thinking about spending the night with Eddie. I took a deep breath, reached for the doorknob, and stopped. I heard voices... giggling. I peeked through the curtain, and my heart sank. Eddie walked out of his house with some girl. Her hand was in his, and I watched as she kissed him and smiled. When I saw him smile at her, her hand slipping from his as she walked to her car, I felt sick. I let go of the curtain and slid to the floor, tears streaming down my face. I could barely catch my breath. I felt like I was hyperventilating. I ran to my room, threw myself on the bed, and cried myself to sleep.

~~~~~

Eddie looked at the clock on his dresser. It was four in the morning. He was restless, reliving tonight's events over and over in his head. The sweet taste of your lips, lingering hints of cigarettes and coffee, all your lovely words, and your story? All of it was driving him mad. When you told him you wanted to fuck him... that you want him in every way. Eddie couldn't fathom what he'd done to deserve your affection. But why didn't you come back?

He felt a ping in his chest, but he was painfully hard, imagining what could've happened had you returned. What beauty hides underneath your insufferable clothing? He wanted to dominate you, rip off your shirt, take what he can only imagine being perfect tits into his mouth, and suckle as you whimper for more.

He reached down and gripped his aching cock. The abundance of precum allowed his hand to glide effortlessly up and down his shaft. He couldn't help but imagine your soft pouty lips around his girth. Kneeling in front of him as you take him into your warm mouth, your round ass spilling from the bottom of your daisy dukes, sucking him vigorously as he surrendered to your touch. Fuck! The thought of seeing that gorgeous, bare ass. He only got a taste when you flashed him your tattoo, and he couldn't wait to give it a hard squeeze. It was almost too much. He worked himself harder as his thoughts veered to an image of you shoving your hand in your shorts to play with yourself as you sucked him off, staring at him with those brilliant blue eyes, bringing him to the brink as he grabbed your head, pushing himself deeper.

"Ohhh, Fuck! Mmm, mhhhh. Yeah, Sugar. Suck my cock. Let me fuck that gorgeous throat. Take me deep. My God, it feels so fucking good." He was dangerously close to finishing. "Mggghhh! Fuck!" He growled, gripping the bottom of his dick, and squeezing, keeping himself on edge, enjoying the intense pleasure.

When his breathing started to even out, his thoughts returned to you, now lying spread eagle in front of him, screaming his name as he cupped your ass cheeks, lifting you to his face as his tongue navigated through the warm, slick juices of your dripping pussy. He can only imagine how sweet you taste. He needs to know, wants to make you cum, make you feel pleasure like you've never felt it before. To show you that, yes, he wants to fuck you senseless, but he also wants you to feel good, feel loved... and adored. He wants you to make good on your word, pull his cock out, and sink that tight little pussy around his shaft. Feel your walls squeezing around him as he plunges his cock deep inside you. Witness the look of pleasure on your doll face as you moan and whimper from the feel of him, begging for more.

"Ohhh, yes! Fuck me, Sugar. Mhhhh! Let me feel that tight pussy make a mess all over my cock. Mhhhhh... fuck yes, take my big cock, Sugar!" He wants to feel you, hold you firmly by the hips, pumping into you, to feel your tight walls clench around his swollen cock. He wants to give you something that no one else can and bust his nut deep inside you, claiming you as his own, filling you as you coat each other in your warm release.

"Ohhhhhh! FUCK! ME! Hmm, hmmm, yes, yes, yes, cum on my cock, Sugar. Mmmm... you're fucking MINE!" With teeth clenched, he exploded. "Ohhhhh, fucking, CHRIST!" Eddie was in pure bliss, his hand and dark trail now covered in ropes of his thick cream. Fuck! He wants you, but not just your body. He wanted every part of you, body and soul, to know that you're his, his girl, his love... until the end of time. Consumed by his euphoric haze, he was finally able to take some sleep.

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Part 2 to follow with more intense smutty goodness! Thank you for your support!

°References°

😊 for nostalgia, and for the younger crowd looking to explore the awesomeness before 1987.

Dave Mustaine, the red-headed, thrash metal, guitar God 🎸 🤘

Vic Rattlehead & Eddie the Head: Megadeth and Iron Maiden mascots

Peter Criss of KISS

Blackie Lawless 1985

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[heinous-desiree]

Okokokok, if all your PCs existed in the same world together, would there be any changes in character if any?

Like would they all date the same people they did before? Would they all act the same now that there was someone who knew exactly what they were going through?

Ohhhh boy. So I do imagine Jas and Hunter in the same world, but... Like with there being fraternal twins of female Sydney and male Sydney. Also, two Robins. One is Jas' precious sister, and one is Hunter's boyfriend.

NOW LET'S SAY EEF THAT. YOU ALL GET ONE. Also, I'm adding my newest PC to the mix. Meet Dee the Disaster!

How do things change? First off, Jas will end up as all my fellow PCs' orphanage Mum at some point. Hunter was always her brother from another mother, Jas will spot Celeste working herself half to death eventually and step in, Maeve gets bullied so much that Jas will violently step in and provide consistent support, Dee will approach Jas herself.

Jas is... Much more stressed, traumatized, and worn out in this scenario. She never met Avery and had no steady weekly income when she started paying her debt. She also landed herself Robin's debt after three weeks of she paying her own. She ALSO can't stop herself from taking on her fellow orphans problems, so she does many unsavory things to make ends meet/help everyone.

She never ended up with Sydney, knowing Celeste's feelings for the religious librarian and believing Celeste is better for them. Jas instead found refuge in Alex. Without Sydney in her life, Alex became the kindest person she knew that she didn't see as family. Her life is tough and she has had a few breakdowns, but she's determined to make her found family's life as good as she can.

Hunter doesn't have a harem anymore. Most of his previous love interests are taken by other people. He will not get in the way of Celeste and Sydney too cute budding relationship, he will NOT steal his big sis Jas' partner Alex, he also never met Avery, Kylar is obsessed with another orphan, and he only has the law preventing him from killing Whitney for continuously bullying someone precious to him.

Speaking of precious to him, Hunter ends up with MAEVE. Hunter is weak to people that depend on him and cute things, with Sydney out and him never needing to save Robin, it was Maeve that filled out that role of being the one Hunter wanted to protect. Hunter became a fallen angel when he got intimate with Maeve, with Maeve gently caring for him when the horrific pain of falling from grace hit him. Hunter lost his mind when Maeve was taken away for not being able to pay his debt, and was so much more clingy when Maeve finally escaped (as a cowboy) and got home. They both still have sex with other people (just demon things), but they are each other's number one.

Celeste life is better in this world, just because she has an army of people that would stop her from over working and help her. She doesn't have to deal with Whitney's nonsense as much because Jas, Hunter, Dee, and her take turns beating up that bully. She no longer has to look over her shoulder in anxiety cause she doesn't have a stalker in this world. Jas studies with her, often teasing Celeste and urging the angel on how to pursue Sydney (Celeste feels like Jas looks longingly at Sydney sometimes?). Hunter is a bit awkward with her but always kind, trying his best to bring her out of her shell with games and jokes while trying not to offend her. Maeve will tug at her sleeves when she tries to keep working when the exhaustion starts kicking in, eyes doe and asking her for favors that involves her doing low energy tasks till bedtime. Dee has simply stepped in her life, told her to get it together, closed her textbook, and made her do... Fun and decent jobs around town to de-stress... And sometimes forces her to socialize with other people, mostly fellow students because, "your reputation sucks... Please, for the love of God, make some friends."

Celeste is happy... She plans to invite all of them to her wedding with Sydney when it comes. She never turns into a harpy in this world.

Maeve was the lucky orphan that caught Kylar's eye! So Maeve still ended up in between Whitney and Kylar's tug of war with Maeve as the rope... Well, initially, at least. Maeve was okay with having them in his life even when things... Got difficult. It's fine, they wanted him!

Then, Jas beat up Whitney for him when Maeve really... Really didn't want to do something Whitney asked. Then, Jas asked him if he was okay, smiled warmly, and helped him back to the orphanage. Maeve wanted to avoid her at first, she was too good for someone like him, and he felt guilty depending on her.

Then, he met Hunter, who scared off a group of bullies before they could do anything to him. Hunter was far more persistent than Jas in making sure Maeve was okay, with each incident of bullying, attacks in public, or just bruises that Hunter catches, the more the wolf boy stuck around, warm, patient, and kind... Made Maeve want this more than the humiliation Whitney gives him, or the creepy obsession of Kylar. Maeve felt safe...

Kylar kidnapped Maeve after the incident where he was sold to the farm. Jas, Hunter, Celeste, and Dee found him in record time, but it was Hunter that beat Kylar up, and Celeste that got the police involved.

Dee is with Avery, and she ensured it. In the beginning, her own security was the only thing that mattered. She needed moneybags to pick HER so she could protect herself. She had no intention of involving herself with other people, she couldn't afford to. She was small, weak, with no support. She refuses to let this town eat her alive.

...Things didn't go as plan. She managed fine, but her not all her fellow orphans did... She watched Jas slowly give more and more of herself away, and for what? Other orphans. Not even herself... Dee felt bad for her. She watched Celeste try her best to stay pure in this town despite making it impossible to make good money and she felt the angel was stupid... But admirable. And she felt her resolve snap, stopping Jas from taking on certain jobs and shoving money in her hands, "take care of yourself, idiot." And forcing Celeste to kick back and relax before she collapsed, "come on, church girl. Dance in the name of the lord! It's called having fun!"

They are all a messy family. But they have each other. (Of course, even in this world Hunter fucks his pseudo brother.)

#t1thi #this was long and hard #... #hehe #ANYWAYS I WROTE IT #WOOOO #dol pc #jas the wildcard #hunter the allrounder #celeste the righteous #maeve the trap #dee the disaster #so yeah! I somewhat ship these two pcs #and I imagine them as friends a lot #Jas is closest to Hunter #Hunter is closest to Jas Maeve and Dee #Celeste is closest to Maeve and Dee #Maeve is closest to Hunter and Celeste but Dee gets a honorary mention for letting him hug her tail #Dee is closest to Jas (it's only one sided for now bish) Hunter Celeste and Maeve #Gotta collect them all yeah?

[gildedmuse]

Yeah, the only way I can see Zoro becoming a Captain is if Luffy specifically orders Zoro to become one.

One of my very earliest story ideas set in the world of One Piece - for serious, I was but a wee infant fan barely able to toddle to her phone and then be immediately insulted by the lack of Zoro/Mihawk - actually delt in this "trope". [I was also set pre-Skypiea, so at this point I had still mostly seen the filler arches and let me say.... Skyiea did very little to change my opinion on that matter.]

In basic terms, the idea involved the Strawhats forced to sail through this series of closely linked islands, each with their own little societies of very gossipy but very different - at least in the native's opinions - cultures/morals/cuisine/whatever (alternative they could have just been rural populations of very dedicated bounty hunters; we're talking backwater enough that they would have been shocked to hear that whippersnapper Shanks made captain much less Yonko).

You would think such a place would be paradise for pirates on the run, but the truth is, these Islanders may rarely get flooded with new bounty posters of Wanted Men (and Women, and Fish-people and Mers and Minks and listen these people don't discriminate against a criminal with a price on their head) but that hardly stopped them making and spreading their own their through little archipelago whenever a clear threat was so spotted.

Look, it wasn't Luffy's fault he may have accidentally on purpose destroyed this town's entire floating fishery and aqua garden - the only one they had available in their rather unreasonable mountainous winter island habitat - but on top of the wanted poster someone finds stuffed in his back pocket, it spells death.

Luckily, they do have Robin around at this time, and she knows just enough about these islands, peoples and customs to have just the solution.

Make Chopper-San captain! After all, who would expect such a brilliant, caring doctor to be a horrible, criminal pirate captain!

Arg, Robin-san you idiot! You can't make him happy just by saying he'd be such a good doctor captain!

Surprisingly, it's not Nami who takes issue; she may not trust Robin like "the boys" (because she "has boobs and funny powers" *sigh*) because she Also recognizes that Robin is, like her, a smart surviver, and that she is willing to support (well at least until it becomes dangerous and let advantageous). So Nami's vote goes to Robin's plan: have Chopper act as captain until they're safely out of these crazy waters. Of course, as the plan came from the intelligent Robin-swan and has the approval of the beautiful Nami-chan, Sanji wouldn't say a bad word against it, but you can tell in the way he eyes the horizon he's preparing himself for the inevitable trouble.

Then of course, there's the matter of convincing Luffy who,

"Hmm? You mean like playing pirates! Oh, I call captain!"

"Luffy, you can't be captain, the whole point is that Chopper has to be captain so they don't come after us like that again!"

"Hmm? Okay, well then I want to be......Oh! I know-"

And just like that he runs off to get whatever supplies he needs to "play pirate", leaving a cheerful crew (and one very happy reindeer, currently beaming as Robin fits him with his own little captain hat and Usopp takes out an old bit of sail, asking what he wants his Jolly Roger to look like.)

The only one completely unamused is, of course, Zoro is against it on principle (even though he thinks Chopper looks sweet as a baby angel in his captain's hat, I mean just look at their doc!) Oye, where's she get off, telling the crew who their captain is!? What is that women even on about? Zoro and the Merry only have one captain and they can't just go changing that on her whims! If they get to the next island and people are still pissed, just let him and Luffy fight them off! That's what THEY do on the crew!

But it's too late, Luffy likes the sound of this game, so from now until after the next island they're officially the Cotton Candy Pirates!

But of course at each island something goes wrong and in a panic they switch to another captain.

Each rotating Captain gets the whole expierence:

☠️ Naming and "recruiting" a crew, though that last one is more just assigning everyone a roles (Luffy insists it's absolutely necessary for any pirate captain, even only a temporary pretend one; though sometimes it's a necessary swap when the townspeople ask why their doctor looks so much like that doctor pirate captain they just heard of from the last island.)

☠️ Their own Captain's hat, of course, and sometimes the full Captainly ensemble to match (don't ask from where, from the same jumbled pile of clothes they pull all their other outfits, okay?)

☠️ A new flag adorned with their own Jolly Roger (courtesy of Usopp)

☠️ A banner on the side of the Merry (again, Usopp, with some help from Chopper and Robin) with their new crew name, just to make it clear they aren't the Strawhats.

☠️ Something inevitably go horribly wrong, forcing another quick disguise change for themselves and Merry before the next Island.

In case you're wondering.... (You weren't, but you're gonna suffer through it.)

Chopper takes his role very serious, which means he has lot of fun since he basically gets to play pirates with his best friends! Usopp makes him a flag, Robin finds him an awesome costume, Sanji calls him "Doctor Captain-san" - Usopp said his name should have been scarier but Chopper didn't want any of the kids to get scared of doctors even though they only had to stay on this Island for six hours for the log pose to reset - and gets him a sweet whenever he asks (except when Nami, who claims she is playing the ship's OTHER doctor, says that he will give himself a tummy ache). Luffy beats around on a bunch of pots and pans which the others hate but he says he has to because he's the musician and that all pirate crews have a musician (Chopper wonders why they don't have a musician, but he doesn't think to ask at the time). Since Usopp offers to be the new navigator Chopper asks Robin to be his first mate, and then asks Zoro please if he wouldn't mind being the crew's army fighter protector, since he's the strongest person Chopper knows. He doesn't play with them very much but he does smile just a little when Chopper asks so Chopper thinks he's a pretty good captain!

That is until he talks to some poor weak looking lions that are all beat up and come sniffing around the ship for scraps. He tries to give them some medicine, but the town folk don't like that at all. They have to leave really quick, but as Captain, Chopper decides they're taking the lions with them to the next Island, where hopefully they'll be safer!

Usopp goes next because, well, he's the one who convinces the next island that of course they aren't those cowardly, evil Cotton Candy Pirates! Haven't they heard of the great Usopp Pirates before, led by the famous captain Sniper Warrior Of The Giants Kyoyūshi Usopp! In fact, these are lions they recently saved from some totally different terrible pirates the, Errr, Strawhats, who you probably haven't heard and certainly don't need to worry about, not after Usopp took care of them! They had been abusing these poor, sick lions and forcing them to go to towns and scare people or they would be beaten and starved.

Fortunately, Usopp happens to have world famous linguist on his crew, Chop-Chop. After he ate the Tenuki no mi, he can even talk with animals, and so Usopp gives the people his solemn word as the strongest, most trustworthy captain in all the seas these lions won't hurt anyone in the town. Indeed, they've promised to work alongside you fine citizens while hunting and even guarding you from pirates, just so long as you promise to share some of what they hunt and don't beat them or chase off their young! Their doctor, uh, Mizzie Sunday, has plenty of experience as a veterinarian as well. She'll be happy, with Chop-Chop's assistance, to help get both lions and people set up and comfortable with this prosperous new alliance!

Yes, it's true, Usopp's crew is quite amazing! You should meet, um, Cat! She may look pretty and sweet but actually she's one of the most fearsome swordsmen of all times! Huh? Oh, well, she often makes him hold her swords, so she can decide which one is best depending on the battle. That's how amazing she is! And she trusts Zo-Ro-Zo because as their cook he is excellent with knife care! Oh, this is his first mate and trust advisor Yonji - eh? Haha, right now he forgot you hate telling people your first name! (Why would Sanji hate the name Yonji so much? What did Usopp say?) They simply call him, The, uh, Heart Breaker, for the wherever he goes women fall over themselves, helpless at their charm!

And finally of course, this is our bard, the man in charge of chronicling my many amazing and legendary deeds! We call him Monkey but he has many names, they say no one has yet to know them all!

So if you could just do us a favor and -

Usopp spent most of the next four days talking. Of course they ended up in trouble by the end!

I could go through each and every one one of these crews but let's just say when it gets to Zoro it goes something like this.

Zoro: So... I'm the captain, now?

Sanji: *trying not to look nervous after what he had Zoro do*

Chopper & Usopp: *jump to attention*

Robin: Yes, Captain-san, we await your orders. *Smile*

Luffy: *lies on his favorite spot, watching Zoro curiously*

Zoro: *Nods, seriously* Good.

Zoro: Oye! Luffy, get your ass own here!

Zoro: I'm making Luffy captain. *Throws Luffy the ridiculous cape Usopp had given him* And since I'm captain no one can do a damn thing about it. *Stocks off to go get in a much needed nap until Luffy inevitably causes a fight to break out*

The End

#that got so long I'm sorry #I had a list of all the names and everyone's position in each crew #then realized that was not the ask #one piece #roronoa zoro #Roronoa Not A Pirate Hunter Zoro #its a flawless disguise #god ussop #the strawhats #Strawhat Antics #nico robin #tony tony chopper #cat burglar nami #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #everyone is a captain #stupid adventures #weird fics I never wrote #ask and you shall receive #amusing musings #one piece fanfiction #loyal first mates

[acertainmoshke]

Top 10 Favorite Character Essences

Thanks @author-a-holmes for the tag! This is a cool idea, looking for not only what characters I love but which ones add literary value based on their role in the story.

1. Xena from Xena: Warrior Princess

Ok, so admittedly she’s at the top partly because I’ve had a crush on her since I was 15, but that is largely because she falls into my favorite character archetype: she has a dark past that won’t leave her alone and a dark side she’s never fully able to get rid of despite learning to fight for good and protect the innocent and even forgive herself. And yet, she is loved unconditionally anyway for who she is.

2. The Fool from the Farseer Trilogy and its sequel trilogies by Robin Hobb

He’s so mysterious, even he doesn’t know his full backstory. He’s a fascinating, contradictory character who doesn’t even have a real name, and yet he is a real friend when given a chance. He’s the type of person who can decorate a room in beautiful bright colors then never let anyone see it, who can be in love for years and never say anything, who would have a doll just to care for something. Yet his character, despite all its tragedy, doesn’t feel tragic because he doesn’t see himself that way. He’s wise enough to know that life goes on regardless of each person’s feelings or actions, but also that we will still feel and act.

3. Death of the Endless from Sandman (comics and show)

I love that she performs an expected role in an unexpected way. The Sandman universe is full of violence and danger and things out to get you, and somehow actual, literal Death is not one of those things. She’s kind and gentle, and has a real love for humanity and all the life that comes before her job. Her role is necessary and nothing to be afraid of. I also love how she’s reassuring to people But understandably a bit snarky to her brother because that’s just how siblings are.

4. Sister Boniface from Sister Boniface Mysteries

What’s not to love? She’s a nun. She’s a scientist. She solves mysteries. She makes inappropriate puns about death. She’s always upbeat and funny, even when it’s below the dignity of a nun, and often gets herself in trouble, but she’s also kind and determined and genuinely pious. She just wants to experiment in her lab and never accepts no from people who think she shouldn’t.

5. Sidra from A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers

Sidra was a ship’s AI, sentient but not legally a person. Her original name was Lovelace, Lovey for short, and she was in love with a human so they planned to put her in an illegal body that would let her pass for human and allow them to live together. However, an accident reset her and made her lose her memory and all her character development on the ship. Remaining was too painful for everyone, so she used the body and went to live with some of the crew’s friends.

The thing is, Sidra simultaneously knows a lot about humanity from her former programming and ability to space-google things, but doesn’t know anything about being a person, much less what she wants to do and who she wants to be. So she has to go on a journey of discovery starting from basically zero and learn both who she is and what values she cares about.

6. Caroline Gill from The Memory Keeper’s Daughter by Kim Edwards

This is actually one of my favorite books ever and I must have read it like 10 times by now. The premise is that in a snowstorm in the 60’s a doctor is forced to deliver his own twins with only a nurse to assist. When he discovers his daughter has Down syndrome, to spare his wife the pain of her dying young, he sends the nurse to take her to an asylum and tells his wife the baby died. The nurse, Caroline, can’t leave a child in such a horrible place and instead runs away to raise her. The story follows all of them over the next 20 years and how that one decision ripples through each of their lives.

I like Caroline specifically because she’s so ordinary. She’s just a regular person whose dreams have not come true, but thrown into an impossible situation she chooses compassion and becomes as strong as she needs to in order to be there for her adopted daughter (who does not die young), whether that’s fighting for accommodations or recognizing her agency as she grows up. That decision not only gives her a family, but leads her to finding love and friendship and a home she’d always longed for in a way she never would have imagined.

7. Root from Person of Interest

Based purely on her attributes on paper, she should be a flat and boring character but she’s actually the best thing about this show. She willingly gave up her free will to do the bidding of the omniscient AI she sees as a god. She doesn’t require any context or explanation before following The Machine’s orders, but also she (The Machine has a gender that only Root acknowledges) taught her morality, when it’s not ok to kill, and that she should act in the best interests of humanity rather than do whatever seems fun in the moment. That’s the other thing, though. She has fun listening to The Machine, fighting bad guys, and being part of the bigger picture. She enjoys it all too much for anyone else’s comfort, but it makes for a fascinating character.

8. King Ezran from The Dragon Prince

Ok I have so many Feelings about this show in general and all its characters, but I feel like Ezran as a ruler is revolutionary. His father was a good king who made sacrifices to protect his kingdom and people, even at the expense of others, and Ezran just refuses to do that. Despite being very young, he is perfectly aware of the stakes and responsibility involved in ruling, and always tries to take care of his people, but he refuses to do it by throwing others under the bus. He understands that even their enemies have suffered much as they have and he always, always chooses kindness, even when he or his kingdom is being actively threatened. He looks for why someone would do something bad when hurt and scared and wants to fix the underlying problem, even when the adults around him say violence is the only answer.

9. Lying Cat from the Saga comics by Brian Vaughan & Fiona Staples

Lying Cat has no business being in this story, amazing though it is. It’s a story of love and tragedy, but she’s funny. Her species’ deal is that they can tell when a person isn’t telling the truth and announce that by saying, “Lying.” She’s not only there for comic relief, though. She is loyal and fierce and has her own agency—though she spends most of it as the sidekick to a bounty hunter who adores her, she later chooses who she would rather be companions with. It’s a different, weird concept that actually really works and adds some lightness and a different kind of love to the story.

10. Antimony “Annie” Carver from Gunnerkrigg Court by Tom Siddell

Much like Ezran, she’s just so kind all the time, especially to those who need or deserve it, regardless of the politics of the adults around her. She loses a lot and faces a lot of tough choices as basically the only person who belongs to the technology of the court and the magic of the forest across the ravine, but she always asks someone how she can help even when they’re being cruel or scary or actively wanting to threaten her. All that said, she’s still very strong and can stand up to bullies and put them in their place as needed. She’s also not a flatly kind character and struggles with trauma and friendship and loss. And although she’s very loyal to people who show her kindness, she has no qualms about breaking rules that are cruel or just unnecessary.

I’m leaving this tag open—anyone who wants to feel free to make your own list like this!

#moshke writes #tag game

[increasinglygeeky]

Uhhh. Stranger Things Season 4 VOL 1. thoughts

I'm conflicted about the whole Mileven/Byler dilemma b/c I've been a Mileven girl since the beginning but hey, whatever happens in Vol 2., happens.

Mileven deserves rights just b/c El has been through so much she needs to be happy no matter what when it's all over.

RONANCE BROMANCE HELLS YEAH!!!

why the fuck weren't Dustin and Steve being my fave funky duo of this show???...DUFFERS EXPAIN

LUMAX LIVES BITCHES!!!!

Eddie being my new fave skrunkly scrimblo

Why the f is no one talking about Fred?? (His name is deadass Fred Benson hehehe) What did he kill a bunch of people????

Also did they seriously force Nancy to go through the loss of TWO close friends in the span of 3 years???

Also Chrissy deserved better she was so cute

EDDIE AND HER COULDVE BEEN BFFS MAYBE EVEN MORE B/C I DOUBT THAT PRICK JASON ACTUALLY CARED ABOUT HER TO NOT EVEN SUSPECT ABUSE!!!

Robin is....diff in this season but I'll let that slide b/c she was adorable

I feel so bad for Lucas. Baby sacrificing all his healths to just help out his friends.

Still Anti-Billy. Just beacuse of his dad gave him NO right to treat Max the way he did.

Although the letter scene did hurt especially when you think about how much Max probably wanted a normal, big, family no matter what....

I also feel so bad for Jonathan he's probably going through so much internally if he's giving himself over to weed.

EL DESERVED TO BEAT ANGELAS FACE IN I SCREAMED YOU GO MY FUNKY LITTLE GIRLBOSS!!

ERICA MY OTHER FUNKY LITTLE GIRLBOSS NOW APART OF THE PARTY HELL YEAH WHAT A QUEEN SHE WAS THIS VOLUME.!

Love the look of how you communicate from the Upside Down its probably the only comforting thing there

Honestly I'm Argyle in THAT situation

Why did we stop the California plot line midway???

Suzie is so goddamn funny

Her family helping her out was the best ever

I feel like this season/volume dials up the comedy and it actually works

I nearly had a stroke when the boys were asking about the Internet.

You could've gave Will some friends of his own or something Duffers, gotdamn.

Why did they fuck up his role so bad??

At least he actually gives a damn about El.

Im so glad will and Jonathan do refer to themsleves as El's brothers its what she deseves.

El and Will being in sibling sync had me hollering.

Seriously Mike, wtf were you thinking with those letters???

Loving the Nightmare on Elm Street shoutouts and parallels it's my fave horror series.

THEY DEADASS GOT ROBERT ENGLUND HELL YEAH!!!

NO NO STEVE/NANCY ENDGAME ARE YOU KIDDING ME NO!!! HE LITERALLY WENT THROUGH HALF OF THE SERIES GETTING OVER HER FUCK OFF.

At least their interactions reminded of how much Natalia and Joe would be so good as Nancy Thompson and Glen Lantz in a proper Elm Street remake/reboot I'm frothing at the mouth thinking about it.

STEVE HARRINGTON STOP BEING SO HOT WHEN YOU'RE BEATING THE SHIT OUT HELL BATS HAIRY TIDDIES OUT AND SPITTING UP BLOOD!!

I am in desperate need of a reader fic where we react to Steve in that scene.

Max is strong...stronger than all of us.

Wait was it Vecna who killed Barb and not the Mind Flayer??

I felt SO BAD for El when they buzzed off her hair especially when you remember her commenting that Argyle's is longer than hers she probably wanted to grow it out for as long as she can.

The rope going through the Upside Down was chefs kiss.

At least we get a proper reason to why they call it the Upside Down.

When Hopper found the church and peanut butter I almost cried b/c that's obviously the most peace hes gotten in like a year.

JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER JOPPER JOPPPER REUNION WAS BETTER THAT MY EXPECTATIONS IM SO HAPPY MY PARENTS!!!!

DID VECNA TAKE WILL THIS WHOLE TIME!?!?

#stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #strangers things season 4 volume 1 #st #st netflix #mike wheeler #eleven hopper #will byers #dustin henderson #lucas sinclair #max mayfield #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #steve harrington #st argyle #eddie munson #joyce byers #jim hopper #vecna #el hopper #stranger things theory #jopper #lumax #jane hopper #the upside down #chrissy cunningham #duffer brothers #st vol 1

[djosephqueery]

Art block's still really really bad so I'm not comfortable posting anything I've doodled recently. Instead I'm gonna ramble at whoever will listen about my witcher au headcanons. This is really long, and mostly just word vomit. Sorry not sorry.

Obviously, I've made Steve analogous with Geralt and Eddie Jaskier. I've seen a couple different interpretations on who would be who, but this is what feels most natural to me.

In my head Nancy is closest paralleled by Yen; they share quite a few narrative themes and are both women I am equal parts in love with and terrified of.

I think Robin most closely fits Triss, except in my version of the story she's the one turning down the prospect of a relationship with Steve. She'd also play a much larger role in his life than Triss did in the show (I've only played a little of the games and haven't read the books, so most of my knowledge is show-based).

And then obviously, because this is a Steddie (and ronance, I'm making it happen) au, it has to diverge from the witcher canon at some point because I don't want endgame stancy. Because I do love a healthy amount of angst though, I am going to keep mostly to canon up through the whole debacle on the mountain. Nancy finds out about the djinn wish and leaves Steve, Steve still gets (unrightfully) pissed at Eddie and leaves him there, everyone's in pain it's great.

But Steve and Nancy don't get back together after that. That's the end of their romantic involvement with each other.

Then the romance with Eddie kicks off after steve breaks the bard out of prison. In the time between the mountain and the prison break Steve's had all his realizations about Eddie (and he's a Witcher, so like it's all tinged with this feeling like he shouldn't get involved, would be better for eddie if he wasn't around, etc etc, which is why he stays away for so long). I'm not, however, making Eddie his bi awakening. Steve's not a teenager/young adult in this au. He's been around. He's known this about himself for a long time, but it's just as inconsequential to him as his attraction to women. It's a fact he knows, but doesn't really matter because he's not destined (in his eyes) for that kind of relationship.

I am torn on how to approach the Child Surprise. Part of me wants to scrap that arc completely and come up with something New.

If I do keep it, then I'm torn on Which kid from the show fits Ciri best. El seems like the obvious choice as far as narrative parallels go- powers she doesn't really understand, her whole life being suddenly upturned and there being insane forces at play that want her for some unknown reason- it's all there. But because we don't get any Steve/El interactions in st it's hard for me to fit her into the Geralt/Ciri dynamic.

Dynamic-wise I think the child should be Max. We see Steve take care of her in the show, and they bicker a little but she trusts him and (ultimately) listens to him. He feels responsible for her in a way that we don't see him feel towards El.

So I'm still undecided on that as of yet.

Robin and Nancy getting together is a lot more amorphous due to the minimal Yen/Triss interactions we get onscreen. But there's plenty of opportunity for that while they're both at Aretuza after Sodden. Nancy having lost her powers, Robin dealing with her own wounds that won't heal, tons of opportunity for bonding over shared trauma and finding a way Forward.

Does Nancy still get tangled up with the Deathless Mother trying to get her magic back? in this au with Robin there with her, would she help? Would this create a divide between Steve and Robin (for a time only, it would Resolve. I'm a stobin lover first and foremost)? So many unanswered questions.

#late night brainrot ramblings with Len #ignore me I'm just trying to organise my thoughts a bit #not even gonna tag this cause it's barely coherent

[fallensnowfan]

After bouncing ideas around for a post involving the WT100 popularity poll results for a while, I decided writing out my quick thoughts of the top 50 sounds fun. Don’t take this too seriously, it’s meant to be mostly silly or light-hearted.

Luffy - Always fun to see what following him leads to, a little guy.

Zoro - Like him a lot, though want to see him have more big moments that aren't fights.

Nami - My favorite character in the series, has been given so many varying roles and pulls them all off. Her belief in Luffy during the escape from Whole Cake and when refusing to back down against Ulti, and later Kaido when he claims that Luffy was defeated, are so cool.

Sanji - Once my favorite Straw Hat, has gradually fallen to least favorite since Thriller Bark.

Law - Good character, I'm just not much for moody gloomy characters, not much to say.

Robin - Seeing her gradually develop such a strong belief and connection to her friends is wonderful. Her doing the Huh face at after learning that Luffy was defeated by Kaido is what perfect character development looks like.

Hancock - I think she's a great character though the way the story has handled her trauma is less than ideal to me. Healing from trauma is not so linear, there are relapses, creeping doubts, etc. Her story including some of that and having her work through it by relying on others who have been through similar experiences, Koala perhaps, would make her character that much greater.

Carrot - Chapter 888 is so cool. Best bunny little sister. Pedroooo!

Ace - No strong opinion.

Sabo - No strong opinion, though kinda feel he overshadows Koala a bit too much, who I like much more.

Yamato - Fun character though is built on traits from characters that were already established. Luffy's energy, Tama has a connection to Ace that feels more natural, Kin'emon is Momo's father/mentor, and the Akazaya love Oden more than anyone and inherited his will. The unique part of Yama's character is a wish to be accept by the samurai of Wano, something that has happened now. His story feels complete, though if I were asked why I think his story was included in the manga, I don't think I could give an answer. Forcing Luffy away from reaching the Scabbards on the roof was a stupid and grossly selfish move from Yamato.

Shanks - Mystery man, what are you up to, Red Hair?

Corazon - He's a great character, very intense about his goals and cares a lot the people and things he wants to protect. His dynamics with the Doffy family had me very invested in that story.

Katakuri - Best donut-loving big bro.

Usopp - When he's at his best, he is amazing, though isn't consistently depicted as his best.

Chopper - Me: "Doctor Chopper! I'm impressed by your amazing medical skills, you're so skilled at such a young age!"

Chopper: "Shut up asshole! You saying that doesn't make me happy at all! ehehe." Chopper is so cute y'all. ahhh

Crocodile - Still no backstory yet he doesn't even need one to be one of the best villain in the series. A real love to hate kinda guy.

Jinbei - Shark uncle, we all thought he would be logical with Robin but he just lets Luffy do what he wants(mostly,) amazing.

Marco - Fruit-shaped bird.

Doflamingo - I want to punch him in the face.

Vivi - The original princess, I love her and Luffy's dynamic as leaders that learned from the other.

Bon Clay - The queen of last minutes saves. Bon's introduction wasn't perfect though he has been framed in a positive way and been a great ally since helping the crew escape Hina. I think he's great.

Kidd -  Angry magnet man, I like many of the Supernovas introduced during Sabaody and Kidd is one of the group I enjoy more, though also agree with Oda, nine was perhaps too many.

Oden - Good on him for gathering and uniting the group of wonderful retainers. Terrible leader until he is a great one. No in between measures exist within this man.

Perona - I love how extra she is, I know many find her annoying but that makes her even funnier for me. Acts so above it all though is just as much of a dumb weirdo as Zoro, in her own way. If she had joined the crew at the end of Thriller Bark, I would have been all for it.

Brook - Brook and Thriller Bark signify the biggest shift in what One Piece is as a story in terms of tone and how bizarre it can be. He often fell to the wayside after joining, though has a fantastic story. Really got to shine during Whole Cake and Wano as a great support crew member, graciously allowing others to take the spotlight. Yohohoho.

Smoker - Top ten introductions to a character in the series. At the rate he gets promotions, earned or otherwise, he'll outrank Imu by series end.

Franky - Suuuuuuper! Leave it to Franky. He's great and always reliable for his crew. Can't help but feel kinda bad for the guy. He was so loved pre-ts(not that I was caught up at the time) though just doesn't get as much from the readers these days.

Roger - The man who started it all. The only reason he was allowed to take over the Wano flashback for a bit was because Oda needed time to establish his himbofication. So silly that he told Neptune he thought his daughter would be hairy.

Mihawk - His sudden appearance at the Baratie is what got me hooked on One Piece. Just so cool with his coffin boat and vampire aesthetic. Vastly under-prepared for suddenly gaining two goth family members to take care of and I love it.

Whitebeard - Always the Pops to his crew, wanted a family and was able to have one.

Merry - Best girl.

Rayleigh - He's the best greasy mentor a fella like Luffy could ask for. Love the guy's carefree attitude.

Buggy - He's the great Captain Buggy, words are useless to describe his majesty.

Enel - Playboy acting out the role of god. Part of me hopes that he never shows up again and Oda never explains why beyond a "he left to another galaxy" or some nonsense. I would find that hilarious for reasons I'm unable to explain.

Aokiji - Mystery man the second, what are you up to, ice man?

Woop Slap - Mayor guy.

Tashigi - People are always wondering if Tashigi is Kuina but no! I figured it out. Kuina is Kuina and Tashigi is Mocha's sword friend!

Reiju - Best part about Reiju and the Vinsmoke siblings as characters is that they show that it's okay to leave harmful blood family behind.

Barto - Broccoli.

X Drake - Quadruple agent shy boy. I want to see his dino ability. He has always been present throughout the New World though hasn't really been given the spotlight, yet I'm hoping.

Koby - First and foremost now, I can't help but think of him as Hibari's senpai. He's grown so much since we met him.

Rob Lucci - Die

Garp - Intense guy who has been through a lot and usually expresses himself through violence.

Pudding - I could write an essay about her, I'll keep it short and say she's one of Oda's most complex characters and so much is shown about how the Charlotte family operates through getting to know Pudding.

Blackbeard - Would you believe me if I told you that it took me until I was reading Zou to realize that he was cherry pie guy? The roughly eight-year break I took between Water 7(just before the Sunny was first uncovered) and Thriller Bark is probably the reason. It really shaped how I view the character and I still find it hard to think of him as a villain because of it. It's somewhat like he and cherry pie guy are different characters in my head, but I know they're the same. It's weird.

Kiku - Perfect and beautiful and resilient and...

Izo - Very cool dual wielder and dramatic in the best way, a legend. I can't believe this man is in his 40s, he's so silly.

Hiyori - Her friendship with Toko is adorable, Kawamatsu is best kappa dad, and there's no way she isn't concealing knives, poisons, seastone needles, etc. in the sleeves or obi of her kimono at all times, Denjiro taught her well. When and how did she learn that someone she could trust was keeping her father's swords safe? When Oden gave his swords to Toki, Sukiyaki would have been imprisoned at the time, though he knew he had grandkids at the end of the arc. Either something is up or Oda didn't quite figure out the details to make everything line up, which is possible.

Shirahoshi - My favorite princess in the series, she is great and so is Otohime and her bros. Has potential to be an all time favorite. I want to see her, Jinbei, Nami, Nojiko, Koala, Hachi, and Aladdin all gather together in one place and all be cute.

#one piece #WT50 #WT100

[bernadettelovestokiohotel]

Confession Part 2

Everyone sat down in a circle,around the camp-fire.

The gang was just talking and making jokes,then Bruce wanted to know what has been bothering Vance so much.

"Vance?"

Bruce said as he looked directly in Vance's eyes.

"hm?"

"Is everything okay?You seem really..."

Bruce stopped.He didn't even know how to describe it.

"I seem really what?"

Vance asked.

"sad,tired...is there something bothering you?"

Vance paused for a second.For the first time,after all these long years,somebody asked him how he felt.He didn't know how to respond to that.Should he lie and say he's alright?Should he tell the truth and take it all out?Both of the choices seemed like way too much.

"..."

Vance was silent.

"Aw c'mon man..you can tell us anything."

Robin reassured Vance.

"is everything okay?"

Gwen asked.

Suddenly,tears were falling down on the brown,hard ground while the tall blonde sniffled and holding in his tired scream for help and rest.

"NO!NOTHING'S FINE!."

Vance yelled angrily.But then again you can see and hear he was so exhausted and sad.

"I CANT CATCH A GODDAMN BREAK.NOT ONCE,IN THESE 10 YEARS,HAVE I SLEPT PEACEFULLY,OR JUST HAD A SMALL MOMENT FOR MYSELF WHERE I DID WHAT I ENJOYED."

He started,he was finally bursting.After 10 years of bottling up the emotions he held inside..it finally burst.

"THEN THERE'S MY FATHER WHO KEPT ABUSING ME AND MY LITTLE SISTER EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN DAY,AND NOW IS BEGGING US TO COME BACK AND APPARENTLY WANTS TO BE A GOOD FATHER NOW."

Vance argued as he tightened his fists.

"That bastard...THAT FUCKING BASTARD TELLS ME THAT I DID THE BARE MINIMUM FOR ELIZA.BARE MINIMUM???I SPENT MORE THAN HALF OF MY LIFE,TAKING CARE OF HER AS SHE WAS MY OWN CHILD!"

He continued.He couldn't contain his anger anymore.

"I WASHED ELIZA'S SHITTY DIAPERS!I PICKED LICE OUT OF HER HAIR.!I LEARNED TO COOK WHEN I WAS 10 BECAUSE MY FATHER COULDN'T GET OFF HIS ASS AND DO IT HIMSELF,I DROVE TO THE HOSPITAL 4 TIMES IN ONE NIGHT BECAUSE I KEPT THINKING ELIZA'S FEVER WILL GET WAY WORSE AND SHE'LL PASS OUT.SHE ALWAYS CALLED ME DAD WHEN SHE WAS YOUNGER CAUSE OUR REAL ONE COULDN'T BOTHER TO STICK AROUND!"

Vance just kept going.He never told anyone about this,so this was really heavy for him and the gang.

"I'd die for Eliza!.I love her like my own child!And I'd do anything for her!"

Vance yelled as he started shaking.

"BUT NOT ONCE IN THESE 10 SHITTY YEARS DID I EVER HAVE ANYONE ASK ME "HEY ARE YOU OKAY?" OR "HEY YOU CAN TALK TO ME"!NONE OF THAT!"

"I NEVER HAD THE TIME TO PLAY WITH TOYS OR HAD THE TIME FOR MYSELF BECAUSE I WAS FORCED TO PLAY A ROLE OF A FATHER AT THE AGE OF 9!"

Vance lowered his head and covered his ears.He expected to be laughed at for showing emotion.But after a few seconds,he looked up,seeing everyone's faces.

Griffin had a very sad look on his face.Robin looked worried and upset.Finney was holding Gwen,he looked very guilty.Gwenny looked upset too Billy,surprisingly looked really upset too.And Bruce looked like he was about to cry his eyes out,the guilt was killing him.

Robin smiled at Vance,who was curled up in a ball with his ears covered.Robin then pat his shoulder.

"good job for getting it out,buddy."

Robin said.

"we're here for you,Vance."

Finney added,smiling.

"even after all that,you still managed to be an awesome friend to us."

Griffin stated,putting a grin on his face.

This made Vance cry even more.

Bruce spread his arms.

"c'mere!"

Bruce said.

Vance cried out,laughing as he was hugging Bruce tightly while everyone immediately ran to hug him too.

"I love you guys so much!!.."

Vance yelled while crying,but still smiling.

"we love you too!"

The gang shouted as they hugged him tightly.

After an hour of calming a bit down,everyone felt way better,especially Vance.

"and guess what I bought.."

Robin said as he reached for his back-pack.He pulls out a few bottles of beer.

"ooooo..beer."

Vance said.He really loves beer and drinks it whenever he can.

"I know you've had a hard time,you deserve a break man."

Robin said as he handed the beer to Vance.

"thanks."

Vance thanked him,smiling.

Vance reached for his guitar and started playing a bit.

Bruce rests his head on Vance's shoulder and was trying his hardest not to fall asleep.

This flustered Vance a bit,but he wouldn't complain at all.

After a while,Griffin got a great idea.

"Let's make s'mores!"

He yelled.

The group started making s'mores.

"Oh,Vance!Yours is completely burnt!"

Griffin said to remind Vance.

"I know,i like them burned."

Vance smiled.He takes the marshmallow that was still on fire and put it in his mouth.

"VANCE NO!"

Finney and Bruce yelled in a panicky tone.

"GO VANCE GO!!"

Gwen and Robin were just hyping him up,while Billy and Griffin were laughing their asses off.

Vance was just laughing and smiling the entire time.He felt really chill and happy for the first time in years.

After the gang finished eating the delicious treat,Bruce felt a bit sleepy.

Bruce yawned.

"I'm going to the van to sleep..goodnight guys"

He said as he got up to get in the van.

"night Bruce!"

Everyone wished him a goodnight and continued with their conversations.

After about 10 minutes,Vance wanted to return his guitar back into the van,but the he looked behind him,seeing Bruce,still awake,wearing Vance's AC/DC shirt,staring out the window.

"i thought you went to sleep?"

He said.

Bruce got startled a bit.He didn't even hear Vance entering the vehicle.

"oh..yeah..I couldn't fall asleep.."

Bruce looked down.

"oh!Sorry i took it without your permission.I got a bit cold so..I took your shirt..They have a very nice smell and are very warm.."

Vance pulls Bruce's waist and grabbed his face with his thumb and index finger.

"please tell me that you want me."

Vance said.

Bruce blushed as red as a tomato when he heard that.

"w-wha-"

Before he could even get a few words out,Vance already kissed him on his soft cherry colored lips.Bruce couldn't deny a kiss from Vance Hopper so,he happily kissed him back.

They layed down on a seats as Vance started kissing Bruce's neck gently while Bruce was caressing Vance's head.

"I love you,darling."

Vance said as he looked up to see his beautiful black eyed lover.

"I love you too, handsome."

Bruce answered,as he kissed his blonde haired lover.

At around 8 in the morning,the gang woke up outside,except for Bruce and Vance who were all cuddled up in the van.

After they got ready,Vance started driving back to their town.

"this was so much fun!"

Gwen said.

"yeah!"

Griffin agreed.

"So..you guys are like a thing now???"

Robin asked.

"yeah.We're together now"

Bruce said,smiling.

"gay."

Robin said.

"You proposed to me with a ring pop when we were 9.You got no room to talk."

Finney said,laughing.

"I WAS 9 OKAY???"

Robin yelled to defend himself.

The rest of the gang laughed.

This was a fun trip.I mean,it did have its sad moments,but also funny moments.That's the thing about life in general,you'll have your sad moments, you'll have your happy moments,and in the end you'll always find something new.

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Hi!I'm so so glad I managed to get this out today!I hope you enjoyed it!I personally enjoyed writing this!

[pandasmagorica]

Rewatch: The Great Doctor, episodes 6-8

Rewatch notes begin

This series is also known as Faith.

These episodes cover Choi Young's attempt to extract Doctor You Eun Soo from the clutches of evil villain Gi Cheol. It involves a trip to care for ailing deposed boy monarch in exile on a remote island. (At least I think it's remote. I don't know Korean geography. Of course, in the mid-1300s pretty much any place you need to travel to is effectively remote.) But removing the boy from his location is against the law. Unfortunately, given that the doctor's tools have been mysteriously waylaid, removing the boy is the only way for the doctor to possibly save him.

I couldn't always tell who were the good guys and who were the bad guys. In fact, when the doctor asks Choi Young this very question, his response is that it's complicated. Indeed, the plot these few episodes was a bit byzantine.

But it is in these episodes that the king starts to show some spine. There is a spectacular use of color that figures into this.

Along the way, there are more examples of strong woman characters, from the queen exceeding her authority to her attendants engaging in battle.

Spoilers follow. You can skip to my notes on episodes 9-17.

The baddies tell Choi Young that they will cede the doctor to him if the doctor can cure the deposed boy king. Choi Young sends sidekick Deok Man to get the doctor's tools, but the baddies knock Deok Man out and steal the tools. This theft winds up saving the doctor's life. Gi Cheol recognizes the doctor's tools as matching those of the legendary doctor Hwato, and realizes that the doctor is legit. Gi Cheol then orders that the doctor not be harmed.

When Deok Man doesn't show up at the exiled king's home, Choi Young and the doctor try to take the prince back to the palace so the doctor can operate on the boy.

Gi Cheol tries to set up having the exiled boy give poison to Choi Young, but the boy, who loves Choi Young and knows he (the boy) doesn't have long to live anyway, takes the poison, which would result in a lengthy and agonizing death. Choi Young, with the boy's permission, slays the boy to spare him the agony, after the boy tells him that Gi Cheol set this up. The doctor, not understanding the agony the boy would be in for, calls Choi Young a monster and flees the house.

Outside, the fire woman places her hand on the doctor's shoulder. Choi Young, aware of the fire woman's powers but not aware that Gi Cheol has ordered the doctor's safety, immediately surrenders and is charged with treason for traveling with the deposed, exiled former king.

Earlier in these three episodes, Choi Young told the doctor he had only told Gi Cheol that he (Choi Young) loved the doctor in order to get her freed. But this seems to hint he does have feelings for the doctor.

Choi Young winds up in jail in the palace basement and the Woodalchi are disarmed. The national militia and Gi Cheol's mercenaries wind up guarding the palace, effectively imprisoning the king.

King Gongmin insists on questioning General Choi Young about the general's treason, but actually questions him about his committed tasks for the king.

I've mentioned in comments to @respectthepetty that I don't have much of an eye for color, but color plays such an important role in the following scenes that I couldn't help but notice it.

In episode 8, 0:58 to 1:04, the king enters the queen's chambers dressed in Yuan patterned yellow with a red sash. The queen is dressed in a patterned white gown. The king expresses his intent to be more forceful and asks the queen's cooperation. His attendants open a box, revealing a colored dress.

We cut to the court, where Gi Cheol enters with the doctor. We see the court magistrates (not sure whether I have their title correct) in their dark red outfits, and behind them, others in dark purple. The king enters, still in yellow, followed by his attendants in robin's egg blue.

The king, from his platform, asks everyone to pay attention and carry the word of what they are about to see. With the assistance of his attendants, he removes his yellow robe and the patterned white robe underneath, revealing his plain white underwear. We know it is underwear from an earlier scene where the doctor has inadvertently chosen underwear as her preferred local dress and is corrected by Choi Young. The court magistrates are clearly uncomfortable with this and look away. The two robes are discarded to the floor. The attendants tie a red apron around the king's waist, then wrap him in a black uniform with gold patterns. They further tie on a black leather apron with gold and fire dragon patterns and add a black cap.

The entrance of the queen is announced. She comes in wearing a bright red and blue dress with gold patterns and stands next to the king.

The lead magistrate rises and announces that historians are to record that the king and queen took off the costume of Yuan and put on the costume of Goryeo.

The king then announces that the protectors of Goryeo will now enter. The Woodalchi enter, with Choi Young in the lead. End of episode. End of Act II.

Continue with episodes 9-17.

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