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thedaveandkimmershow · 8 months

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So I spent the last week detailing our wedding anniversary celebration vacation... basically, reliving it.

Why?

Long standing policy, I guess. Too much of life passes by in the rush of the present and so much is lost when it does.

Lost?

Lost to memory. Things that happened to me, to us, experiences that are overwritten by next experiences. Small things that might be important if given a little space to grow. Small things that if given space to grow might inform me in some important way.

You never know, is my point. And this is something over which I do have control: considering what has happened and allowing it to affect what will happen.

In the case of our vacation, it could hardly have gone better. It wasn't all about doing... and so there was actual relaxing happening.

Not the worst lesson ever.

I'm also reminded of how it was with us and our SLR cameras all those years ago when we were dating. We'd go places to see what there was to see... and then take photographs of what inspired us. It was a true experience of exploration and discovery, the very example, today, of which is exploring what we otherwise assumed would be cordoned off to the public–which was actually not–and discovering an entire section of park that's been closed, abandon in a way.

Click this link for the 360 experience, best if you use your phone's auto-rotate setting and look at it as a landscape, not a portrait.

The arena was definitely the biggest example of looking passed the obvious because so much was beyond the obvious. I'm impressed guests can still walk around all this. For us, it was very much exploration and discovery. After all, at some point we saw cordoned-off lanes as if for long lines of concert goers that begged the question.

Where does this go?

Which is how we found the theater, ready for some big performance. Except no. We wound up asking and, while this section of the park is no longer "online" (for lack of a better word), Universal hasn't announced what's gonna be here instead. An extension of Hogsmeade? A little bit more Seuss? Maybe something completely new?

No one knows.

But it was fun navigating to that understanding.

Here's what is used to be, though...

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Photography isn't the only way we explore and discover. While traveling, especially, there seems to be more latitude for spontaneous discussion. And if not latitude across all travelers then we certainly feel a more widespread permission to engage with fellow travelers that we don't normally feel to that degree during our normal day to day work/home routine. I dunno. There's more ability to continue and navigate smaller conversations into much larger ones. There's more conversational and experiential improv we manage on the fly and the time to do it. Yes, we're a little more in the moment... but it's still exploration and discovery, the best example of which definitely comes from improv'ing our way through one evening.

It's from our first night at a bar that we found ourselves in because the first two places we checked out for dinner didn't really speak to us. So we arrive at this bar when a bunch of guests have gotten up to leave so we grab their seats and ask the bartender if that was gonna be okay which leads to an engaging conversation lasting, on and off, our entire experience of drinks and appetizers.

Toward the end, we hear a favorite classic rock song. Kimmer mentions the song she'd like to hear. I pitch the song to the band and later, when I've actually forgotten I'd done that...

They start playing the song.

So we listen from the back of the main floor and, after the song's finished, we find ourselves at the front of the stage talking to these guys starting with how we're here at Universal celebrating our wedding anniversary. Which prompts them to ask about our actual wedding all those years ago. Which leads to a discussion about wedding songs that ends with Kimmer saying how much we enjoy AC/DC.

And then this happens.

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Okay yes.

More please.

Because.

Exploration and discovery pave the way for such experiences. Improv'ing conversations and experiences can lead to this. Being open and being fully engaged in these moments...

Yeah.

It's a helluva a thing that can happen.

Which makes me wonder.

Is this only possible on the road?

#travel #conversation #experience #shared experience #poseidon's fury #margaritaville #bryan malpass #tanner johnson #serendipity #open #friendly #kind #wedding anniversary #ac/dc #fun #joy #breathtaking

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elliotsgrl · 1 year

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when you have to write fics yourself bc there are aren't any for the characters you want to read fics about <<<<< and to get the hashtag saturated it means you have to pump fics out like a machine <<<<

#black reader smut #black characters #hate it here #all american homecoming #lando johnson #kang the conqueror #sam wilson #entergalactic jabari #x black fem reader #x black reader #chidi anagonye #elliot tanners #gregory eddie

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texasthrillbilly · 2 months

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The Finns

#the orville #dr. claire finn #penny johnson jerald #ty finn #marcus finn #kai wener #bj tanner #science fiction

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bestofme1996 · 2 months

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I always say I don’t have a type, than I look at all my celeb crushes and it’s VERY clear I have a type. Example:

#tanner buchanan #andy biersack #aaron taylor johnson #matthew mcconaughey #celeb crush #why am i like this #like like #like #like4follow #relatable #content creator

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noxhell · 4 months

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#Date Night #2023 #Tanner Peterson #Scream #Date Night: A Scream Fan Film #Dayton Edwards #Jack Johnson #horror #short movie #StarStreetFilms #Star Street #short film #fan film #color #gifs

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oth-caps · 1 year

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#One Tree Hill #oth #rachel gatina #skills taylor #mouth mcfadden #marcus johnson #Antwon Tanner #Lee Norris #marcus coloma #Daneel Harris

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ask-artsy-oncie · 10 months

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Getting kind of sick of all the Disney Afternoon rumors about Point Grey Pictures when said studio has literally said fucking nothing about any of it and the only "evidence" we have is desperate "insider info" about a pitch that never got anywhere.

#Vent #I get it. Yalls are really hype for a DWD reboot by Seth Rogan for some reason #I do honestly feel like a DWD reboot is imminent but I don't think it's gonna have him or his studio involved #Otherwise they'd have made a teaser announcement #Also lmfaooooooooo about the rumors of a Talespin reboot #Like as if handling Jungle Book characters at Disney isn't a legal basket case now #If one existed it'd be Tanner Johnson's idea which purposefully had no Jungle Book characters to please Disney #But also kind of barely held an identity of its own by concept. So like.... yalls really want that..?

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cleoselene · 2 years

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#hee #the orville #penny johnson jerald #mark jackson #kai wener #bj tanner #LOVE THIS FAMILY

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cultfaction · 2 years

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The Orville Season 3 Ep. 3: Mortality Paradox

This week’s episode begins with Lieutenant Talla Keyali (Jessica Szohr) returning from shore leave as the crew receive a strange signal from the planet named Narran 1 which was always believed to be uninhabitable. They travel to the planet to investigate the signal. Upon arrival, the away mission team of Captain Ed Mercer (Seth MacFarlane), Commander Kelly Grayson (Adrianne Palicki), Lieutenant…

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#Adrianne Palicki #Amanda Joy Erickson #Andre Bormanis #Anne Winters #BJ Tanner #J. Lee #James Read #Jessica Szohr #Jim Mahoney #Kai Wener #Kyra Santoro #Mark Jackson #Mike Henry #Penny Johnson Jerald #Peter Macon #Scott Grimes #Seth MacFarlane #Star Trek #The Orville

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checkthefeed · 2 years

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[ View From Nowhere | King Snow ]

The view from nowhere belongs to no one. It's detached from singular experience yet inexplicably connected. This name rang true this past winter when the stars aligned and brought together an epic cast of Canadian riders that spanned our entire nation. We all may be looking at the same thing, but we see it differently.

A King Snow Film Starring ▪︎ Stefan ‘Taco’ Alvarez, Frank Bélanger, Phil Couture, Manu Calvo, Phil Carpentier, Tanner Davidson, Taylor Davies, Quin Ellul, Conner Felix, Austin Johnson, Seb Picard, David Tourigny, Finn Westbury, Jake Whitburn, Gregor Zed

Supported by ▪︎ Nitro, Vans, Ride, Empire, Salomon, Rude Boys, Jack Links

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#View From Nowhere #King Snow #Stefan Alvarez #Frank Bélanger #Phil Couture #Manu Calvo #Phil Carpentier #Tanner Davidson #Taylor Davies #Quin Ellul #Conner Felix #Austin Johnson #Seb Picard #David Tourigny #Finn Westbury #Jake Whitburn #Gregor Zed

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thedaveandkimmershow · 9 months

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MONDAY, SEPTEMBER 11

So our plan for Monday was to have no plan. No agenda. Nothing specific to do.

Call it a bit of a lazy reconnaissance day, if you will, as it began with hanging out in the room all morning and early early afternoon when lunch seemed in order. We had breakfast from the stash we brought (now safely in the room's fridge). After that, Kimmer had tacos on the brain. Specifically Rocco's Tacos as recommended to us by the guest service agent last night when we checked in.

On our way out the hotel we stopped at the guest services desk to run through theme park tickets options that we later discussed between ourselves 'cause it wasn't an emergency and it could wait a few hours. We then Uber over to Rocco's around 2 and have a peaceful, relaxing, delightful lunch with a view.

Afterward, we explore down to the other end of the strip mall where, lo and behold, we find ourselves trapped in a Barnes 'n Noble for maybe an hour, an hour and a half.

Not trapped really. We just wouldn't leave the place it's such a playground for readers.

And yes.

We are readers.

Soon as we finish indulging, we walk back toward the Publix grocery store we passed earlier.

Why?

'Cause Kimmer brought with her the food she could safely transport in one suitcase. The rest we'd have to buy locally. First stop, then: Publix.

Fist thing, we check on the non-alcoholic bottled or canned drinks... but they don't seem to have any. So we move on to score, among other items, vanilla yogurt and rice pudding which I mention simply because I looooove rice pudding and vanilla yogurt. They make great breakfasts to go when you're out the door first thing in the morning for a theme park.

After Publix, we hail an Uber and, by 520, we're on the road for Total Wine & More which takes us about twenty-five minutes during the local rush-hour traffic but totally worth it since we score lovely non-alcoholic afternoon and dessert drinks for the week: two four-packs and a six-pack.

Okay sure. The Schöfferhofer grapefruit was straight up alcoholic but it is a tradition for us down here because Disney's Blizzard Beach is where we got our very first taste and we never ever forgot it.

Seven o'clock we're back at the Dockside to finally buy our park tickets: a three for five park to park deal wherein we pay for three days of access and get five days of access during which we can bounce from any park to any park across each day.

Back in our room, we hang out for a little bit of chips and beer before catching a bus to Universal City Walk a little after 730.

We're improvising a little because City Walk's open to 1AM.

We'll figure out something to do, basically. 😊

Okay so the big thing to remember about tonight is that there was an amazing lighting storm happening, already in progress as we stepped out of the hotel to catch our bus.

Seriously.

Like nothing we'd ever seen before. It was massive. Took up an unbelievable amount of real estate in the sky.

As we entered City Walk, we continued on our quest to take Where's Waldo style photos of the green 3D printed tugboat we're carrying with us wherever we go down here just for the occasion.

After that, we check out the Hard Rock then the big steam punk chocolate place where the chocolate isn't guaranteed to NOT contain nut allergens so their chocolate shop is basically a non-starter for us. 😕

We are here for dinner, though and, after two strikes, we're glad to happen upon the bar at Margaritaville where we can order off the bar menu right there at the, you know, bar under the faux active volcano that's definitely the center of attention. We also easily strike up a conversation with the bartender that was one of those shared experience sort of things, the ones where it's like Oh dear God, you too?

There's live music being performed on the main stage and, at one point, we become aware they're performing some classic rock including a song by Kansas. They're definitely taking requests and, since Kimmer's a HUUUUUUGE Kansas fan who really wanted to hear "Carry On, Wayward Son"...

I pass her request along to the band.

And then forgot about it.

In the meantime, we continue our conversation with the bartender who, despite our shared experiences, also reminds us of someone we know just in the way they communicate and carry themselves.

Finally, after bidding each other our fare-thee-wells, Kimmer and I are literally getting up from our bar stools when we hear it.

The opening bars to "Carry On, Wayward Son".

Kimmer was stoked. So we went down to the back of the main floor to appreciate the performance.

Afterward, we went up to talk to the musicians, at the very least to give them a tip which gave way to the fact we're celebrating 31 years of being married, which led to the vocalist/guitarist asking what our wedding song was which turned into an explanation of why we didn't have one because we didn't have a dance at our reception.

But, says Kimmer, we looooove AC/DC.

At which point, the violinist, plays the riff from Thunderstruck on his violin. The guitarist joins in and they figure out a thing or two together and then they start in for real.

And it.

Is.

Magnificent.

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The vocalist/guitarist, by the way, is Bryan Malpass while the violinist is Tanner Johnson. Crazy talented, both of them. Especially on the fly like this.

If I had to guess, I'd say this memory right here is gonna stick with us for quite some time. It is just that indelible.

It is just that amazing, magical, and powerful.

🤯😊🤩☺️🎉🥳😍🤔👌

Eventually we're back at the hotel, coming up on 11. It rained at some point during our evening but we managed to miss that by being indoors most of the time.

Kimmer goes right to bed. I stay out at the picnic bench between the kitchen and front door putting the finishing touches on Kimmer's anniversary card as well as wrapping her gifts.

Thus endeth our second day down here.

#universal #universal city walk #margaritaville #endless summer dockside #relaxing #peacing out #rocco's tacos #barnes 'n noble #total wine & more #bryan malpass #tanner johnson #thunderstruck #Youtube

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elliotsgrl · 1 year

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the way i can barely find any fics about black characters and always always ALWAYS find fics for white characters, even the dusty ones that look like gremlins, just goes to show how racist and colorist this platform is fr. and 🖐🏻 ppl always complain when black folk write about black readers. why wouldn't they? there's no space on here for them to feel seen. at all.

#black reader #black reader smut #black is beautiful #black people #ts is so frustrating #like im so fed up #black characters #kang the conqueror #lando johnson #sam wilson #erik stevens #chidi anagonye #elliot tanners

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writingwithfolklore · 8 months

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Punctuation Rules

Punctuation is like the very last thing I actively think about when writing something (what's the point of fixing the punctuation of a sentence you'll end up taking out or editing anyway?) but it is still an important step!

Having proper punctuation increases your credibility and the overall quality of your work. Also, it’s doubly important in professional work, emails, and resumes. With that, let’s get into it!

Commas

We use them all the time. We get them wrong all the time. There are six rules for where you can use commas:

Use to separate items in a list or series:

The book was long, tedious, and painful.

The comma after tedious is called the Oxford’s comma. Feel free to debate if you need it in the reblogs, but you won’t get in trouble professionally if you use it or leave it out (in most cases.) It always comes before ‘and’ in a list to prevent confusion of the items:

I ran into my mother, my best friend and a scientist. (1 person?)

Is very different from

I ran into my mother, my best friend, and a scientist. (3 people)

2. Use to separate independent clauses, with a coordinating conjunction.

An independent clause is just a sentence that makes sense on its own.

A coordinating conjunction is: and, but, or so.

Miley had a ton of work to do, so she set her alarm early.

3. Use after an introductory statement.

Introductory statements begin with many different words, but typically: Before, after, when, while, as soon as, etc.

Before her first class, Stacy looked up her prof on Rate Your Teacher.

Main point about this, “Before her first class” is not an independent clause, it needs a second part.

4. Use to surround info in a sentence

This info is not essential to the sense-making of the sentence, but it should be relevant.

Parents, no matter how skilled, cannot function at 100% all the time.

5. Addresses and Dates

6. And with direct quotes

Important for essay writing.

Casey said, “I hate this house!”

Colons:

Introduce a list after a complete sentence:

I have three favourite foods: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

2. Use after ‘the following’ or ‘as follows’

Please provide the following information: your date of birth, full name, and address.

3. Don't use with sentence fragments

A sentence fragment is an unfinished sentence (that doesn’t make sense on its own).

My favourite foods are: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

This is wrong because, “My favourite foods are.” Isn’t an independent clause.

4. Introduce an explanation

My parents ask one thing of me: that I try my hardest.

5. Introduce a quotation

Mom always quoted the bible: “The truth will set you free.”

6. And times (12:00)

Semi-Colon:

Not super common, but makes you look good if you can use it properly.

Separate two related independent clauses

I never drink Starbucks; it tastes burnt.

2. Similar, but with conjunctions: however, moreover, therefore, nevertheless, etc.

I don’t like Starbucks; however, it does the job.

Agatha didn’t witness anything; nevertheless, she was called in to court.

3. Use to avoid misreading in a series

The invited guests are the club leader; the treasurer; the new member, Jason Tanner; and Wanda Johnson, the investor.

Semicolons clarify the separation between the four people. Had it been, “The club leader, the treasurer, The new member, Jason Tanner…” it would seem that the new member and Jason Tanner are two different people.

Apostrophes – Possessive

‘s shows possession of a singular noun

The girl’s parents were quite rich.

2. S’ shows possession of a plural noun

The students’ books were all over the place. (there are multiple students who have books)

3. ‘s to singular words ending in s, and nouns that are plural

My boss’s office My children’s toys

Apostrophes – Contractions

Use to combine two words (they are, he is, there is, etc.)

It is -> It’s a beautiful park They are -> They’re really good friends You are -> you’re good at this and so on.

#writing #creative writing #writers #screenwriting #writing community #writing inspiration #books #film #filmmaking #writing advice #punctuation #punctuation rules #rules of punctuation

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oceanusborealis · 2 years

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The Orville: New Horizons (Season 3) – TV Review

TL;DR – The terrain constantly shifts out from underneath the crew of the USS Orville, as enemies become friends and friends become enemies. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. Disclosure – I streamed this on SBS OnDemand The Orville Review – A few years ago, it was announced that Seth MacFarlane, most well known for Family Guy, would do his take on a Space Opera, a show like Star Trek but with more…

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homiesexual-or-homosexual · 9 days

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Pairing: Slasher! Steddie x reader

Genre: maybe a little angst, some fluff, and leading up to smut

Warnings: some creepy basketball players, Steddie beat the crap out of these creeps, implied mœrder, spiking of the drinks, kissing, a threesome

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You were being followed.

You had to be.

Theres no other way to describe the crawling up your spine and the faux burning sensation you feel digging it’s way into the vertebrae of your neck.

You knew it was stupid to go outside. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. But you didn’t feel safe at home, not with you being home alone for two weeks now and hearing too many weird noises outside your house late at night. So you’re only option was to take your non-driving self and walk all the way to your friend, Steve Harrington’s, house a couple blocks away. But there seemed to be more blocks at night than there are during the day, and that was one of the other things that unnerved you that night.

A snap of a twig caused an animalistic, fight or flight response of whipping your body around. You flit your eyes around, seeing nothing in the distant dark past the streetlights lining the neighborhood. You turn around and bump into a body that wasn’t there before. Taking one step back, you’re eye meet a white and green letterman, a basketball player. By the name of the shiny green leather, Jake Turner was in front of you.

You step back two more, apologies building in your throat only for you to bump into another body. It’s Tanner Johnson, also on the basketball team.

“Oh I’m sorry,” You speak out around the dryness in your throat.

You step forward away from Tanner, but not too close to Jake. You look to the sides to see four more basketball players have joined the duo, Jason not among them. You remember the news from the day before that Jason had fallen victim to the flu, but that didn’t stop the basketball’s team reign of terror on the unpopular of the Hawkins High’s hallways.

You swallow, nervous. You’re already clammy hands grow clammier, and a nervous heat gathers in your palms and climbs up your arms.

“Where are you off too so late at night?” Jake asked, taking half a step forward.

“Umm- uh.. Steve’s..,” You tell him, glancing at the taller boys around you.

“Harrington’s?” He asks.

You nod.

He only hums, making eye contact with the boy behind you. You feel hands on your hips and the foreign feeling shoots painful jabs of shock from the area of contact out to the rest of your body, overloading your nervous system. You look around again, noting that you’d stopped just at the end of Steve’s block. But how are you going to get away from all the boys and get to safety, you’re greatly outnumbered and outmuscled.

“It’s cold out,” Jake mutters only loud enough for you and the other boys to hear. “No jacket. You wanna stop by and warm up?”

“No-no thank you,” You stutter. “Steve’s just a few houses up.”

“You sure, even with a killer stalking his way around Hawkins?” It sounds almost like the threat.

But the killer. Your stupid, afraid lizard brain completely forgot of a killer roaming Hawkins as you speak, killing a few non-important people of Hawkins that were on the news for three days max, only to be forgotten when that 72 hour timer was up. Only two of your classmates had been killed, but no one of note.

“I’m sure i’ll be fine. Steve’s is just a few houses up,” You say again, a little louder this time.

“C’mon,” Tanner purrs, pushing your hips forward causing you to stumble forward. “Let’s just get your warmed up.”

Jake falls in beside you, a hand coming up to grip the nape of your neck to push your forward.

“No-no!” You struggle, trying to elbow the body behind you. “I don’t wanna go! Let me go!!”

The boys only surge your body forward and you fall into the grass of a nearby yard, it’s cold and wet. You do your best to scramble away but your hands slip on the wet grass.

“This wouldn’t be so hard if you didn’t struggle,” You feel a weight on your body and it only overloads your senses even more.

You decided to take a chance and take advantage of the quiet night and yell.

“STEVE!! STEVE!!”

“Shush,” One of the boys says, shoving you down and your face pressed against the grass. Tears, that’d flooded your eyes, spilled over your lash line.

You claw and kick, trying to dislodge whoever was holding you down.

It works, or so you think. You barely hear a hard kick, an “oof”, and the the weight is no longer there.

“Shit-“ You hear a voice.

Another hard thud against a body and a groan of pain.

“Guys, it’s-“

You turn around, sitting up. Your met with a tall, black clothed figure. No distinct features other than the knife in their hand and the paper white mask that features a sad scream.

“Oh shit-“ Tanner backs away, only to be shoved forward by another dark clothes figure, identical to the first one, but they hold a blood stained bat, nails dotted the fat part of the bat.

The first figure with the knife pulls Jake, who was laid on the ground, up by his hair. He’s placed in a sloppy downward dog position and his face is twisted in pain.

“There’s two of them??” One of the basketball guys mutters.

“C’mon man, we gotta go.”

Theres a shuffling of feet and you watch as the four unnamed basketball players sloppily panic sprint away, leaving behind Tanner and Jake.

The figure with the bat swings and you advert your eyes as a sickening thud and a yell of pain is ripped from Tanner’s body.

“I’m only gonna hurt you a little bit,” The ghost with the knife mutters. “Not enough to kill you, but enough for you to remember.”

You’re to scared to back away, but you want to think the knife ghost is mindful. They’re positioned in a way of blocking your view of both his victim and the bat ghost’s victim.

It’s a painful few minutes of whatever happens to both the basketball players, your eyes screwed shut and hands over your ears. And it’s a hand that shocks you out of the barely safe haven. It’s gentle, and you scramble back when you make eye contact with the white mask. You can’t tell which one it is, but whichever one it is, they make no move to hurt you.

They stand to their full height, there’s a knife in their hand. It’s bloody. But they reach their opposite hand towards you.

“C’mon,” The ghost speaks. “Up.”

Despite your mind saying no, you take their hand and the ghost hoists you up. They’re tall, intimidating.

“Let’s get you home.”

The ghost blocks your view of the basketball boys, walking you to the sidewalk and up towards Steve’s house.

The other ghost, the one with the bat, joins on your other side. Both lead you up the way to Steve’s house. It’s silent until you speak up.

“Did you kill them?” You don’t look at either of them.

The ghost on your left, the one with the bat, speaks up, “Only the one that touched you.”

Tanner. Tanner touched you.

And now he’s dead. Because he touched you.

It’s silent again. And they walk you all the way up to Steve’s lit up porch. But you grow confused when the ghost with the bat opens the door, waits for you and the other ghost to walk in, which you do cautiously. But it’s Steve’s house, nothing bad ever happens in Steve’s house.

You watch as the bat ghost shuts the front door, locks both locks, and set the bloodied bat against the wall. They bring their hands up to the mask, pull it up, and they reveal their face.

You can barely believe it. It’s..

It’s Steve.

Steve Harrington.

Steve Harrington just murdered a classmate, all because he harassed you and touched you.

You turn around and the other ghost is shaking his hair out, black curls flying about. And then you catch his face. It’s Eddie. Eddie Munson.

Steve and Eddie are the ghosts that have been terrorizing your town for a few weeks now. Murdering town folk and classmates, and they’ve just added another to their list. And these ghosts are also your best friends.

“But why?” You asks, not caring which one answers.

“Why?” Steve starts, pulling the dirtied robe from his body. “Why do we kill or why did we kill Tanner?”

You pause, “Why do you kill?”

“For you,” Steve answers, he pulls the long sleeved shirt that he had on under the robe off, blood had soaked through and gotten it messy as well.

You blinked, mind blank with shock. For you? But why?? Why would someone kill for you? What reasoning could they possibly have?

"Why?" You ask.

"Because, we care about you," Eddie's come up behind you, his mask and robe tossed aside but he still has on a tight fitting long, black sleeved shirt, the sleeved are pushed up to just above his elbows. "Anyone that cares about you enough would kill for you."

"You care about me?" You pause. "That much?"

"Of course," Steve answers.

Eddie gently turns you around with his hands on your shoulders, and you see the same, dark chocolate eyes you've always seen. They look at you with adoration. These don't look like the eyes of a killer, they're just the eyes of one of your closest friends.

"You remember Cody Durrington?" Eddie asks.

Cody Durrington. You'd met him at a party you went to with Steve, Robin, and Eddie. You don't remember much, only that you'd separated from the group and Cody Durrington had been nice and offered you a drink. The next thing you remember is drinking a bottle of blue gatorade through a straw in Steve's bathroom. Robin stood in the doorway and Steve was holding your drink. The next morning, the news had reported Durrington dead, just a block away from the house where the party was at.

"You came crying to me cause you didn't feel good. I figured you drank too much until a little bird told me that Cody Durrington had spiked that drink that he gave you," Eddie told you, still holding you by the shoulders and making strong eye contact. "Apparently he had planned on bringing you home with him that night, but couldn't after you came wobbling over to Steve and I. Obviously, I just couldn't let all that slide, not when it came to you. So I had Steve and Robin bring you home to sober you up and I dragged Cody away and killed him."

"That was you?"

"Of course," Eddie seemed to have a bit of pride swimming in his eyes at his declaration. "I tell you all the time, sweetheart, I won't let anything happen to you."

"It's cause we care about you, baby. But you know that, right?" Steve is still behind you. He's so close that you can feel the heat radiating from his bare chest. Though you're sure that the thin shirt you threw on before you left your house isn't much of a barrier anyway.

You nod. Words aren't forming in your brain because of the close proximity of the taller men, and also probably because of the shock of the current situation. But it's most definitely because of your two very tall, very handsome best friends that are sandwiching you in the living room right now.

You'd always found your two best friends attractive, ever since you met them. But now? That you know that they'd do anything for you? You can't help but see your boys even more attractive. They always told you that they wouldn't let anything happen to you and that you're always safe with them, but now you know positively mean it. You know that they'd do anything for you, and more.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, his hands are on your upper arms, rubbing up and down in a small motion.

"I uh- Yeah," You stutter, smiling. It's not a confident smile, but you're very nervous all of the sudden.

"You sure?"

You move your hands up to grip onto Eddie's arms and nod, "Yeah."

It's almost like a staring contest between you and Eddie. You breathe, barely, but it fully stops when Eddie's hands move to your face. They're warm against your cheeks, and big. His palms hold pretty much the entirety of your cheeks and his fingers place themselves comfortably around your ears, his pointer resting above your ear while the rest slot themselves underneath your lobe. You blush and Eddie can feel it cause you see the small smile grow on his face. You've never been this close with Eddie, and you're extremely nervous. You can feel your heartbeat pick up and the hint of sweat glossing your cheeks.

Then, Eddie starts leaning in. For what? Is he going to kiss you? Oh you so dearly hoping that the hands on your cheeks and him leaning in are strong telltale signs of a kiss from Eddie Munson. And he only leans closer and closer until your lips meet, and he's kissing you! Eddie fucking Munson is kissing you!! The only thing you can do is kiss him back. Your heart feels like it's beating 100 miles per minutes and you pray to whatever higher power there is in this moment that you don't go into cardiac arrest cause that would be super embarrassing.

Eddie kisses you and kisses you, holding your face so gently in his hands. He keeps pulling back, but you push forward in eagerness. Eddie's happy to be just as eagered as he starts kissing you a little more harshly. But before you get too eagered into kissing, Steve speaks up.

"Hey, can I have a turn now?"

You and Eddie separate, and you turn. Your vision is blurry and your legs feel like jello. You blink a few times and smile up at the older man.

"Of course," You tell him and grab his cheeks to pull him down to your height.

Steve places his hands on the junction where your neck and jaw meet and your lips meet his. You feel the same feeling as you felt when you were kissing Eddie, nervous and like you were about to pass out but oh so excited. Steve is softer, he's eagered to meet your lips but you can tell he likes to take things slow. He places one last, slightly wet kiss to your lips before fully pulling back. You take a moment to realize that you little kissing session with Steve has ended, hopefully temporarily.

"Eagered, are we?" Steve asks, a smirk on his face.

You nod.

"Words, baby. You know I like hearing you talk," Steve gently orders, rubbing your jaw with his thumb.

"Yeah," You breathed out.

Steve nodded, satisfied with your answer.

Your concentration on Steve is interrupted by a pair of hands on your upper waist. You jump, not expecting the touch.

"Sorry," You hear Eddie mutter as he noses your neck, pressing his body into yours from behind.

Both of these boys are so warm, and oh so tall. It makes you extremely flustered and nervous for whatever is going to come out of the current situation.

“You wanna lock up and I’ll bring our pretty girl upstairs? Get her started?” Steve suggests, looking past you at Eddie.

“Sure. I’ll bring up a water or two as well,” Eddie presses a soft kiss to your neck and pulls away.

The action spreads head throughout your body, but it’s centered at the area between your legs. Your legs are a little wobbly as you follow Steve up the stairs, your hand in his. You can’t help but admire his back. It’s muscly and you like how his shoulder blade has adjusted to the way his arm his pulled back to keep contact with you. Your eyes glide down the dip where his spine is located and along the symmetrical lines that located the tops of his hip bones that disappear under Steve’s denim jeans.

You barely register the blank walls of the hallway and the semi-empty room that Steve calls his bedroom. You sit obediently on the soft unmade bed. It smells like Steve; woody, a little bit of expensive cologne, a hint of hairspray, and an underlying smell of musk. There’s also a lingering smell of weed and cigarettes, and you make a mental note that Eddie must frequent here as well.

“Arm’s up,” Steve tells you, standing in front of you.

You do as your told and Steve pulls your t-shirt up over your head and drops it onto the floor beside you. Steve brings his hands to your face and leans down to kiss you again, letting his hands roam down your neck, over your shoulders, and down to the middle of your back to unhook the clasps of your bra. He pulls the straps of the material down your shoulders and you help him get your arms out of the loops so Steve can drop your bra on the ground with your shirt.

Steve pulls away from you. You watch as Steve stalks around the bed and goes to settle on the left side of the bed. He adjusts so he’s sitting up against a couple pillows on the headboard, his legs parted and only a few strands of hair falling over his forehead.

“C’mere, baby. You wanna come sit on my lap?” He asks, watching you.

You nod, getting up from your spot and making your way to the man. You’re hesitant as you swing your legs up over Steve and you hover, not sure where to sit.

Steve puts his hands on your hips and pulls you forward and down. As he pulls you down, the boy pushes his hips upwards. He groans a little at the feeling. He slides his hands up your abdomen to your cheeks, cradling them.

“Kiss me?” Steve asks, still holding your face.

You nod.

Steve pulls you down gently. Your hair gets in your face a little and Steve adjusts his hands so your hair stays out of both of your ways. You kiss and kiss, using only a little tongue. You’re letting Steve guide you and it’s obvious he doesn’t want to push you too much, which you’re thankful for.

You’re interrupted by a knock on the doorframe of the bedroom.

“Knock knock, lovebirds,” It’s Eddie. “Water delivery.”

You sit up from kissing Steve, shyly brushing some hair behind your ear. You watch as Eddie sets the two glasses of water on the bedside table. He plops down on the bed, still in his black long sleeve shirt.

“Dude,” Steve deadpans, looking at his male companion.

“What?” Eddie looks back him.

“Your shirt,” Steve points out.

“These sheets need washed anyway,” Eddie waves him off. “You’ll be fine.”

Steve scoffs and turns his head to you. He give you a “this guy” look.

You only smile.

“Sooo…,” Eddie trails. “My turn?”

He looks at you, awaiting your answer.

“Sure,” You shrug, still smiling.

You carefully make your way over to Eddie, being mindful of your knees. You settle on Eddie’s lap just like you did Steve’s but you actually sit down this time.

Eddie pulls you down. He’s a little more aggressive than Steve, you note, but still caring. Eddie dives right into the kiss, using tongue and only a hint of teeth.

After what feels like forever and seconds at the same time, you’re pulled away from Eddie by your hair. You groan, not really in pain but not in too much pleasure either. Steve gently maneuvers you between them, laying you on your back on the bed.

“Off?” Steve asks, sitting up on his haunches beside you. He gently pulls on the pj shorts you have on.

“Uhmm..,” You hesitate for a moment, nervous. “Sure.”

“You sure?” Steve senses your nervousness.

You nod, “No time like the present.”

Steve nods, checking one more time before he pulls your shorts off.

You’re left there in your thin pj shirt and panties. The cold air of the room makes goosebumps erupt on your skin.

In light of exposed skin, Eddie pulls off his own shirt. He shakes out his hair, fluffing it up. You’d only seen Eddie shirt a handful of times, but now was the only time you were only really paying attention. He had a slightly toned chest and a soft tummy. Below his belly button, you followed his thatch of hair that disappeared into his black jeans. Back up to his chest, there was the demon head and the black widow. On the right forearm were his bat tattoos. On his bicep, was the puppet master and on his left bicep was the serpent.

“You like what you see?” Eddie asked, a smug expression on his face.

You averted your gaze in embarrassment.

“There’s no need to get embarrassed,” Eddie told you, turning your head back towards him. “Now let’s get this party started.”

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A/N: Hello! This has been in my drafts for forever and it’s been getting a little long so I decided to end it where it was. If yall want more eye-pœrn then please please please beg for it cause I honestly have no motivation to write smut for Eddie anymore. But if yall beg for a part 2, I will give yall a part 2

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