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Dimitri: YOU ARE EVIL AND YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN DEAD A LONG TIME AGO

MC, literal Goddess energy, surrounded by her Harem of loyal Disciples : Cool story bro- now pull a kitty card

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absolutely AMAZING Sylus fan made video on rednote

Credit to Ling Ling Yi

http://xhslink.com/a/qV5ZMbxAuUvab

my god he's so handsome🫶🏻🫶🏻

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Calm over Chaos

Some fans are reacting differently and negatively about Sylus' Birthday. But I have a very positive view on Infold's reasoning why they choose to be low-key for Daddy Crow's Birthday.

Note: Spoiler Alert. You are warned.

Different World. After his myth, Nightly Rendezvous, and Tomorrow's Catch 22 Event, we've seen Sylus and MC try so hard to make peace of the different world they are in. It seems like no matter which lifetime or alternate universe, they can never be on the same side of things. There is always an invisible wall that separates them.

Searching for Peace. In Chaotic Velocity, they Always hinted that they should not be seen together. MC even says that he is perpetually on the association's most wanted list. In Night of Secrecy, MC was almost in danger when she was seen with Sylus. No matter where they are it seems like something or someone is always after them.

Perpetually Cautious. Whether in Linkon or N109 Zone, the two of them are always on their toes. In Chaotic Velocity. MC even mentions that "She came prepared" when she visited him. On the other hand, it seems like Sylus has access to every CCTV in Linkon to make sure he knows where MC is. But you know what is the best part of their story? It's when they adjusted their whole being to fit in each other's life. Whether it's adjusting to Linkon's traffic rules or keeping Daddy Crow's whereabouts, you cannot deny that their passive aggressive relationship is top tier.

Tranquility and Serenity. With all the chaos surrounding them, you cannot blame MC for wanting to give Daddy Crow a day off. True that I was kinda expecting a luxury dinner date or dance in the dark on a penthouse. But after seeing the card, I realized that what I expect, is something Sylus would prepare. Since MC is the one preparing, she decided to give him peace and undivided attention.

The Birthday. The event itself was really mellow and all in all low-key. Something profoundly contrasting to Sylus's every day routine and highly dangerous life. But don't you think that it's more befitting and more memorable for him? Cause in return, "we" are able to give him something he cannot easily have. Something that is so different from what he is used to. Something he can only have when he's with us. Something that even his endless wealth cannot compare.

Afterwords:

I have been asked if Money is the only thing that can measure success and my answer is; No. It may be true for some people but it is different for everyone. Just like how I believe that Sylus wealth can truly satisfy him to some degree but it can never truly make him happy.

Always remember that no matter how complicated, wealthy, and powerful Sylus is, he still searches for MC. She made him whole. He may not directly say it, but he is happy with "us". And we give ourselves to him for birthday .

Remember to always spread Love and Happiness. Let's enjoy our time with him.

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I finally did that ❤️

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we were never in a situationship with Sylus

After the release of Magnum Opus, fans (including myself) speculated this line from Sylus may have meant we've been in a situationship this whole time (sorry btw I alternate between mc pov and self insert)

But don't fret my dear kittens, that's NEVER been the case. We have always been in a relationship with Sylus and we've always been exclusive. We just never put a label on the relationship (unless we count the tete a tete boyfriend dialogue)

A darling mutual only twitter helped me realize this🩷🩷

Firstly we have to remember that Sylusmc's dynamic is FULL of playful teasing and banter. Neither of them explicitly state how the feel or what they want. They're both equally stubborn and have a constant push and pull dynamic. But it's why they love one another. Sylus often pokes and teases, he's not always direct with his words but mc is strong enough to put up with his teasing and she gives it right back to him. Also Sylus's tone when he asks "we're dating now" does indicate he was teasing mc, knowing obviously that they are dating but he was being coy and playful about it

In the phone call Lucky Charm, mc gives Sylus a cat's eye and Sylus looks up what the charm represents. When he notes that it means love, he tries to coax an admission from mc. But she doesn't take the bait even though we know she does love him

Also it's safe to assume Magnum Opus takes place after Night of Secrecy as well. The hint being that Sylus is already familiar with mc's apartment in Magnum Opus. In NoS that was his first time being at her place. So it's implied they slept together without an official label and this is where fans speculated they were "friends with benefits" or fxck buddies. Also not the case

It has been painfully obvious since Grassland Romance how they both feel about one another

Friends with benefits, fxck buddies, situationship. All those labels describe a relationship that lacks clear definition or commitment and zero expectations of a long-term future. And we know that's absolutely not the case for either Sylus or mc

For Sylusmc, there is most definitely commitment, an emotional connection, a desire to spend time together and huge expectations for a long term future

Sylusmc also have a domestic dynamic that wouldn't be considered a situationship, at least by real world standards. If you're simply casual with someone, you probably wouldn't spend time with them making cupcakes or reading poetry in eachother's arms🫶🏻🫶🏻

No, Sylus and mc are bonded together and share half a soul, they have no need for labels🥺🥺🩷🩷although they are in fact official now, there was never any doubt about their relationship or commitment to one another

And remember this is also Sylus's first time truly experiencing love with mc. His relationship with her in his myth never got this far and the only expression of love he knew was through forehead kisses. So naturally it'd make sense that he's hesistant to put a label on their relationship. He also seems the type to be secure enough that he believes they don't need one. If anything he was waiting for mc to label the relationship seeing as he usually lets her set the pace. And for him in my opinion, "dating" seems too casual for him, too bland to describe what they have. Hence why he's always poetic with his words, calling themsleves "a match pre-destined" vs "dating"

But one thing is certain, Sylus has NEVER been just casual with mc

"There is no love purer than mine"

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Ancient Instinct

Sylus x Reader

-:-breeding kink -:- Sylus loses control -:- consent king -:- primal, carnal, frenzied -:-

Present timeline mirror to A Dragon in Rut

INTENDED FOR 18+ READERS. MINORS DNI.

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“Hey…there’s something wrong with the boss.” Kieran’s voice was filled with concern, enough that you knew it wasn’t some weird ploy by Sylus to get you to visit. Plus, Luke was usually the one that called if Sylus wanted to casually bully you into visiting.

Your phone dinged and you quickly pulled it from your ear to view the message. It was a photo from Luke, showing the destruction of the front room of the base. Furniture was smashed, paintings torn from the wall, and other various decorations thrown about. The brandy decanter that’d been on a side table laid shattered on the ground, along with the two glasses that typically accompanied it.

“Kieran, what the fuck happened?” Worry sank into you as your eyes darted over the photo, hoping you wouldn’t find blood. There weren't really any signs of a struggle, just aimless chaos.

“We don’t know, we thought you might. He came home last night in a scary good mood and then halfway through the night, he just started wrecking the place.”

“We just had dinner and took a walk around the park, there wasn’t anything unusual about anything.” You tried thinking over the night and still couldn’t come up with an answer. “Where is he now?”

“He’s holed up in his room now, but we’re leaving. Before this temper tantrum, he asked us to go pick something up so there won't be anyone here.” There was a hint of uncertainty in Kieran’s voice, as though the twins were reluctant to leave Sylus in the state he was in.

“Okay, that’s fine,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “I just got home from work, so I’ll be there in a bit to see if I can talk some sense into him.”

The call disconnected and you hastily packed a bag for an overnight stay in the N109 Zone. You were out the door and on your motorbike in a matter of minutes, speeding through the darkening streets to get to him as quickly as you could.

When you arrived, the house was eerily quiet. There was almost always something from Sylus’s collection of vinyls playing, the sound filtering through the halls from deep within the façade, but not tonight. It was dark, too. Not a single fireplace or lamp was lit. For all intents and purposes, the house was empty. But still you cautiously pressed onward.

“Sylus?” Your voice echoed in the house as you stepped gingerly over the debris, the light of your phone guiding your way. You made your way to his bedroom, knocking on the door.

“Sylus?” You called again when you cracked the door open. A single dim lamp let you see that the room was in similar disarray to the rest of the house. Still, there was no response, and you thought that maybe he’d left.

A feral-sounding growl emanated from the room. It didn’t sound human at all, and you wished you’d brought your weapon. Was all of the destruction the result of a wanderer? Your watch didn’t detect anything but-

“Leave.” Sylus’s voice was strained and…off. Instead of the usual gravel, there was a hint of something more, something beastly. You had heard stories of people turning into wanderers…was it possible that Sylus was a victim to this anomaly?

“Sy, is everything okay?” You dropped into his nickname out of habit, hoping that whatever had taken over his mind would recognize it.

“If you know what’s best for you, Kitten, you will leave right now.” His words echoed in your head, something familiar about them and this situation. You had brief flashes of tapestries and a cave before your mind returned to the present.

“Sy, are you hurt? The twins called me,” you said calmly, stepping further. You still couldn’t see him, but you could hear his ragged breathing coming from deeper in the room.

You had just cleared the archway that separated the sittig area from the sleeping space when you were pushed roughly against the wall. The side table holding the lamp teetered violently before falling over and taking the lamp with it, shattering the bulb. In the brief seconds the light was on him, you could see that Sylus’s pupils were blown wide and his face was flush. In the newfound darkness, his hot breath fanned across your neck in a series of shaky pants.

“Sylus, please. Tell me what’s wrong, you’re worrying me,” you say, raising your hand to cup his cheek. He made a sound like a barely restrained groan as he turned his face into your touch, inhaling deeply. He pressed his lips against your fingers, your palm, your wrist. You were certain that if he’d had a tail, it would be lashing about in agitation.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he growled. “I don’t think I can be very accommodating or gentle right now, Kitten.”

His warning rolled off him, and yet he still pressed further into you. He buried his nose into your neck, inhaling sharply and his lips trailed your pulse.

“S-Sy,” you gasped as his teeth scraped against your skin, in a spot that held an echo of an ache that no longer existed. Worry was very quickly being replaced with something else, something that pooled deep in your core.

“Mmh,” he purred, nuzzling his face against your neck again. “Your scent…steamy and sweet, like cherry wine. It’s been driving me insane all day.”

“Sylus, what-“ your question was cut off when he slanted his mouth across yours. All thoughts escaped you as he consumed you, plunging his tongue into your mouth the moment you opened for him. Worry and doubt fled from you and every sense was filled with him. You’d even forgotten why you arrived at the base in the first place as he hoisted you up against the wall. Your legs hitched up to wrap around his waist and your arms folded around his broad shoulders. He growled in approval, still devouring you as he pressed impossibly close. You could feel him standing at attention, hard and ready, and you wondered how long he’d been in that condition.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he said, his voice a breathless whisper against your lips.

“Well, I am here. What’s going on with you, you’re worrying me.” You had to tug at his hair to get him to back off just the slightest bit. Even with your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, his face was too far cast in shadows. He was definitely still Sylus, though- you didn’t see any signs of him transforming into a monster. Just the raging hardon that was pressed against your core.

“Kitten,” he whined, dropping his head against your shoulder. His breathing was ragged, sharp inhales let go as shaky exhales. “This need I feel…it’s like I crave you on some primal level.”

He groaned when you tugged at his hair again, just a gentle pull to guide his mouth back to yours. His chest rumbled in what felt like a purr, the vibrations rolling through you to gather at your already wanting core. You gave your silent consent to him by pulling him closer, devouring his mouth in equal fervor. You gently caught his bottom lip between your teeth and his entire body shuddered.

“You should-” lips found your leaping pulse.

“Run away-“ his teeth scraped the slope of your neck.

“While you still can-“ he latched onto your collarbone, sucking at the spot with a hard draw to create a mark there. You gasped and squirmed as best you could while crushed against the wall by his bulk. The action ground your core against his length and he groaned when he released you from his mouth.

“Take me,” you breathed into him. “Use me. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

He groaned again and hauled you against him, pulling away from the wall to stumble blindly to his bed. There he dropped you onto the mattress, bathing you in the pale lights of the city filtering in from the window. His eyes were still cast in shadow, but you could still see the desire that darkened his expression. He was silent, save for the sound of his heavy breaths, as his hand stroked from calf to hip. Heat blazed from his touch, sinking through the fabric of the leggings you wore.

“Last chance, Kitten,” he growled, the sound rumbling low in his chest. Hands rested at your hip, teasing the waistband in silent question. Though you had already given explicit consent, he waited.

Rather than voicing your answer, and rather than giving in to what he so very clearly wanted, your hands found the collar of his shirt. With slow precision, you unbuttoned his shirt while keeping your eyes locked on his. His breath came in shuddering bursts, his body trembling as you teased him. It was a cruel test of his control, even knowing how close he was to snapping. But you couldn’t help yourself. There was something about seeing carnal desire written in every feature, in every motion, that made you want to take advantage of it.

A sharp inhale, followed by a shuddered exhale when your hand trailed down his newly exposed chest in a tantalizing sweep. He caught your hand before it could trail too far down his abdomen, bringing it to his lips and laying a kiss across your knuckles, and another at your wrist.

And then his lips found yours in a searing kiss to seal your agreement. There was nothing short of passion in the way he devoured you, the way he coaxed you open to tangle his tongue with yours. The heat of his mouth trailed along your jaw, down your neck, searing into any exposed skin he could access until he was stopped my the lapel of the button down shirt you wore. Without warning, he grasped the overlapped edges at the front and ripped your shirt wide open. Buttons flew in every direction and all you could do was muffle your moan with a gasp. Because damn, that show of strength was not one you expected to be so hot. You didn’t even care about the loss of the shirt, you wanted him to do it again.

With the obstruction out of his way, Sylus continued the forge a blazing trail of kisses down your body. The bandeau you wore as a bra was shoved down so that he could swirl his tongue around one nipple and then the other. Soft bites to the undersides of your breasts as he continued downward elicited a sharp inhaled gasp from you. His fingers slipped into the waistband of your leggings at each hip and then tugged, removing them and your underwear in one swift motion. Shyness coursed through you when you were finally fully bared to him, but you didn��t fight him when he held your legs in place, spread for him, so he could rake his eyes up and down you.

His lips found the inside of your knee, teeth finding your thigh, and then his face was dangerously close to your core. You swore you could see his eye flash a quick glow, but the next moments pushed all thoughts and reason from your head.

“I’ll start with your warmest spot…” he murmured against your skin. And then he dipped his head further, his breath fanning against your slick folds. “And until I’m finished, you’re not allowed to stop me.”

And then he descended, overwhelming your cunt with precise strokes of his tongue. You tried to twist away from him, crying out in pleasure, but he held you fast. His gaze bored into you, even as your hands sunk into the silky strands of his hair. He worked you until you were right on the precipice, but then pulled away with a devilish grin before you could crash over the other side. You whined at his unfair treatment until he set about removing his own clothing. Your own gaze devoured him the more he exposed of himself, and fuck he was perfect in every way.

He crawled languidly up your body and settled over you, reclaiming your mouth in a hard, punishing kiss. His knee wedged between yours, pushing and coaxing until you had enough thinking power to wrap yourself around him. This put the head of his cock right at your entrance, and you strained your hips towards him in a desperate bid for penetration. A dark chuckle escaped him when he realized what you were attempting.

“All mine,” he growled. Your knee was hooked over his elbow, one at first and then both as the kiss progressed to a carnal need. You were open fully to him now, and all that was left was for him to take that plunge.

And fuck, did he ever.

His hips snapped forward without hesitation, not even affording you the time to adjust to his girth and length. Not that it was necessary, not when he glided into you easily on the slickness of your arousal. He slammed against you, sinking into you to the hilt, and you couldn’t help the pleasured sound that escaped you. You folded your arms around his shoulders, nails biting into his skin when he tried to pull back. He didn’t get far before his hips jerked forward again, almost off their own accord.

It was as though there was some primal instinct that drove him into you so impossibly deep. You couldn’t understand where it came from, but fuck it felt good. The sensations of his cock slamming into you paired with the guttural moans erupting from him brought you back to that precipice rapidly. So rapidly that you barely had a moment's notice before you came apart around him. Pleasure zipped up your spine, turning your mind blank. All you could do was arch beneath him, crying out his name even as he continued to plunder your body.

He so easily folded you in half and set a pace that was bordering on punishing. What little control he could claim to have had in this moment was gone as he rutted into you. The sounds of your bodies colliding over and over rose to join your pleasured cries and his own grunting moans. You were glad the base had emptied due to his tantrum, because it would be very obvious what was happening should anyone step on the floor landing. Hell, even floors below could probably hear your loud, frenzied mating.

Feeling bold, maybe even mischievous, you lifted your mouth to the jumping pulse at his neck and scraped your teeth against it. Sylus let out a shaky, breathy moan and tilted his head away to grant you more access. With a grin, you bit down on that corded muscle that made up the slope of his neck.

His head fell against your chest with a deep moan, slamming his hips into you hard. Your bite turned into sucking on his neck, raising a mark to show your claim on him to anyone who would dare to look. And he also latched his mouth to your skin, drawing out the same kind of mark.

With a growl, he released your neck to observe the purpling mark he made. His gaze darted to yours, locking eyes with you as his thrusts increased to a breakneck pace. Pleasured expressions flitted across your face and you were almost certain that’s what he was looking for. And then you were arching into him again, crying out his name as your walls pulsed around him. The edge he had been chasing came and went, and he spilled into you with a guttural cry of his own. His hips jerked and slammed into you, his cock twitching as you milked him for everything he had.

He kissed you feverishly, and even as you came down from the high of release, he was still impossibly hard inside you. He rocked into you with small thrusts and you could feel his heart hammering beneath your touch.

“Fuck, how do you feel this damn good,” he whimpered against your lips. His body crashed against yours when you whimpered his name in response, over and over as he chased another release. It came to him with a sharp snap of his hips against yours, a shudder that swept through his entire body, and then more hot ropes of cum were flooding your cunt again.

And he still somehow wasn’t done with you.

A brief respite was all that was granted before he was thrusting deep into you again. At this point, you weren't even sure where you ended and he began. You were beginning to wonder if you would be leaking his cum for days after this encounter, even moreso when he slammed into you again with a guttural, primal cry of ecstasy. This one brought you over the edge with him, the feel of his cock pulsing and twitching inside you drawing release from you without warning.

Finally, after one more orgasm ripped through both of you, Sylus slumped against you. He nuzzled into your neck, soft kisses peppering your skin as you both attempted to regain your breath. He released your legs from his pressing hold and you ran your thighs down both sides of his body, delighting in the way he shuddered again.

You were both a sweaty mess, and you were certain the sheets needed to be changed once he slipped from your body. But he took his sweet time with you, giving gentle kisses that were a stark contrast to the primal possession he just exhibited. The weight and heat of him pressing you into the mattress felt like heaven, and you made a mental note to request this kind of skinship again in the future. Maybe with a little less mess. Or maybe with more, who knows.

You complained when he removed himself from the bed, grudgingly allowing yourself to be carried by him to the bathroom. You were exhausted and couldn’t work up the energy to feel embarrassed as he cleaned you up in the shower, but you were delighted in the way his hands massaged your scalp as he washed your hair. You nearly fell asleep when he blow dried your hair, making him have to carry you back to bed. He slipped you between fresh silk sheets and climbed in behind you, trailing kisses along the back of your neck and shoulders as he wrapped himself around you.

Safe and cozy, you fell into the deepest sleep you’d ever experienced.

And when you awoke to Sylus being gone, you couldn’t help but pout. Until he pushed through the door with a tray in hand, wrapped in his favourite brocade robe. He wordlessly set the tray down in front of you, and you saw it was filled with various crackers, cheeses, and fruits.

“Consider this my apology,” he said with a chuckle as you eagerly dug into the tray. He sat next to you in bed, allowing you to feed him. He was content enough to watch you enjoy the tray, but couldn’t say no when you turned to offer him bites.

“What was that all about anyway?” You ask finally, after working up the courage to not be shy. Sylus’s brows drew down in thought.

“I’m not entirely sure, I don’t think I’ve ever experienced something like that before. I came home to being surrounded by your essence, your scent, and it's like a switch flipped in my head. Like I was possessed. Like some sort of primal instinct that wouldn’t leave until I had you flat on your back with my cock driving into you.”

You blushed furiously at his casual words, occupying your hands and face with more food, so that you wouldn’t put those hands and your mouth all over him in some sort of retaliation. He chuckled darkly and leaned close, inhaling deeply at your neck.

“Mmh. I think I like my scent being intertwined with yours,” he growled into your ear.

Neither of you left his bed for a while following that, and you were grateful it was your weekend.

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SHUT THE FRONT DOOR!!!

OMG HIS SINGING IMPROVED. HE PRACTICED FOR US😭😭🫶🫶

He absolutely practiced this in front of the mirror or with the Twins ommgggg our precious tone deaf baby❤️❤️

Someone also pointed out, he's not facing us in the 2024 version. He's probably looking away because he's embarrassed or nervous🥺🥺But in 2025, he's facing us. Not only did he rehearse but he gained the confidence to sing for us🫶🫶Sylus the man that you are

Every day I fall more and more in love with this man

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Dragon is home ❤️

Myth destroyed me.

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My first Lads edit for you 🖤 Couldn’t get this song put of my head for days, please enjoy 🖤

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«They are all dead, they just don’t know it yet».

New edit 🖤🖤🖤

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Coming back with one of my first tiktok edits for a The Crow 2024. I love the original, it has a special place in my heart, but I did enjoy new adaptation, and I’m gonna protect it 🖤🖤🖤

Please, support my edit

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I’m sorry her dad left her a man as a little treat? and you expect me to believe this isn’t the best drama that’s gonna come out of 2024? like this is too funny omg 😭

her dad said here is $10 oh and a tall, rich, fine, intelligent, kind, humble, funny, twinkle in his eye when he smiles, cute face, did I mention like 6’5? man for you to just have. Does he serve a purpose? no just a little treat for when you’re done with the revenge

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#From YOUR kids to OUR kids

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I saw a post where there was a long haired boy in the VERY background of two scenes in ST (both with Steve in the forefront). And now I can’t stop thinking about a sitcom level plot, where Eddie VERY nearly misses seeing all the spooky shit happening in Hawkins. Like, he’s driving home in his van, sees Steve ‘the hair’ Harrington running away from something with a child in tow and just, does not see anything because he is BLASTING music. Dart steals his snacks multiple times and he doesn’t notice because he is high and he assumes they were never there to begin with. Him picking up the Russian signals, decoding them for fun and being annoyed that it doesn’t mean anything interesting, so he switches stations. Just, Eddie existing in Hawkins and being SO close to danger at all times and just never knowing it.

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I always see people talk about how they would treat the Stranger Thinks characters with all the love and compassion they're missing in their lives but truth be told, if they were right in front of you, you probably wouldn't see it. I think that's a really important thing we all need to remember.

You wouldn't see how Steve needs someone to be there for him, to care about him since his parents aren't there and he's constantly taking care of everyone else first. You wouldn't see how heavy the weight of Billy's death was on Max, and you wouldn't see how she sort of clings to Steve and tries to recreate the dynamic she and Billy had with him afterwards. You wouldn't see how Dustin seeks out the 'older sibling' or 'parent' figures because he's the only one in the group without a dad or older sibling (Max had Neil and Billy, even if they weren't the best). You wouldn't see that Joyce 'going crazy' in the days after Wills disappearance was fully warranted, and not just because she's a single mother who just lost her youngest son. You wouldn't see that Eddie would probably cry if someone cooked him a hot meal and helped him study or even just kept him company, since it's just him and Wayne on opposite schedules so he's alone most of the time. You wouldn't see how Nancy desperately looks for all of the clues and distances herself from people because the last time she got distracted with Steve, her best friend died. You wouldn't see how Billy desperately needed compassion and nurturing, and how he was mentally, emotionally, and physically abused at home. You wouldn't see that El constantly feels like the weight of the world and all of her friends lives are in her hands, and that she probably thinks every death is her fault. If some of the people closest to them didn't even see it, you probably wouldn't either.

We can see these things easily from the outside because they portray all of the moments and emotions on camera. You don't get that entire story in real life. The point is to treat everyone with that love and compassion you want to give those characters, and that you probably want and need in return. You never know everything that someone's going through behind the scenes, behind the mask that they put on in front of everyone. Even the most "open book"s can hide their true feelings and needs.

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Until the Chaos is Through - Eddie Munson

Part Two - What Remains in the Wake

Part Three coming soon

Summary: Your boyfriend Eddie is becoming distant. You pray that it's not what you think.

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word count: 4.0k

Warnings: angst, maybe steve x reader if you squint, implied/referenced cheating, one tiny blink-and-you'll-miss-it reference to oral sex

a/n: kind of based on complex by katie gregson-macleod and doomsday by lizzy mcalpine. ouch.

Masterlist

Eddie was a good boyfriend.

He did all the corny things that boyfriends do. He dropped you home from school. He bought you flowers for your birthday. He took you on dates.

But sometimes, he was forgetful.

Sometimes he forgot to tell you that he was staying late for D&D, leaving you to stand outside waiting for him, watching your bus out of the corner of your eye as it pulled out of the school, convincing yourself that he would be out any second.

Sometimes he would ditch date nights for D&D campaigns. Which wasn’t necessarily a problem, but it was when you were sitting at the diner by yourself, Benny giving you a pitying look across the counter.

But Eddie loved you. And he always made it up to you.

“I have a deal this afternoon,” he said to you at lunch, flicking through his newest D&D manual.

You looked up from your food. “Oh, I thought you were taking me home from school?”

He chewed on his muesli bar. “Can’t today, sorry. This is a big deal and I need the money.”

“Right,” you said, eyes returning to the table. “Who’s it with?”

Eddie didn’t look at you. “Chrissy Cunningham. Some big party this weekend, so the elite want heaps of different shit.”

You frowned. Chrissy Cunningham was nice enough, but her purchasing history was becoming extensive and frequent. It seemed like she was buying form Eddie every other week, sometimes every week. “Cool.”

You could see Eddie’s eyes on you. “Are you OK?” His head was cocked to the side, hair catching on shoulders where his black t-shirt that you’d bought him a few months ago was pulling slightly tighter. He wasn’t wearing a jacket today, which was slightly unusual, leaving his tattoos on display.

“I’m fine,” you told him, packing up your tray.

“Wait, where are you going?”

“I forgot I had to get a book from the library for Mr. Hauser’s class next period,” you lied.

Eddie nodded. “See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, Eddie.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you walked away. You felt stupid, trying to hold back tears as you walked through the halls to your locker. Eddie hadn’t even done anything wrong, but you couldn’t help but think about how a few months ago, he would have offered to come with you to the library.

He wouldn’t have blown you off for a deal like he had. He would have asked you to wait for him while he hastily made the deal, then driven you home or back to his place, or anywhere just because he wanted to spend time with you.

Lately, it seemed like the only time you spent with him was at school, or when you sought him out.

Even then, his mind seemed to be somewhere else. He always brushed your questions off, citing school or his next gig as the reason he was so caught up in his own mind.

You had tried to not let it bother you, but the feeling of doubt and insecurity would creep in when you least expected it; when you were sitting beside him at lunch, or when he was playing at The Hideout and his eyes didn’t try to seek you out like normal.

That feeling would settle within your bones, trying to find a home beneath the love that you felt for him.

And he hadn’t even done anything wrong. That was the worst part.

He just seemed off.

But that wasn’t a reason to be concerned.

Eddie loved you, and he told you all the time.

That afternoon, standing beside the school, you were surprised to see Steve leaned against his car, waving at you.

“Hey,” he said, as you sided up to him.

“Hey, Steve. What are you doing here?”

He gestured to the school with his head. “Picking up Henderson, Wheeler, and Sinclair.”

“Still on transport duty?”

He laughed. “You bet.” His eyes searched the way you’d come from. “Where’s Eddie?”

At the reminder of Eddie’s absence, your mood darkened. “He’s, uh—he’s got a deal this afternoon.” Steve frowned, no doubt picking up on your mood shift.

Steve and you had become better friends in the last year and half since you got caught up in the Starcourt Mall fiasco. You saw even more of each other now that Dustin, Lucas, and Mike were a part of Eddie’s Hellfire Club.

“Do you want a lift?” he asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll catch the bus.”

Steve scoffed. “The bus? The bus will take an hour to get to your place.” He stood up straight, spinning to open the passenger door. “The Harrington Hauler is open and operating, and I promise we’ll get to your place so much quicker than that.”

You laughed at the way he was standing, waiting expectantly for you to accept with raised eyebrows and a roguish grin. “Fine,” you conceded. “Thank you.” You slipped into the passenger seat while Steve jumped into the driver’s seat.

“The Harrington Hauler, huh?”

He tapped on the steering wheel with his thumbs. “Yup, you can thank Henderson for that one.”

“It’s cute. You’re like a proper babysitting-slash-transport service now.”

He shot you a look. “You’re funny. I believe that I also drive around high school seniors now.”

“High school seniors who are beyond grateful,” you said, in almost a sing-song-y way, eyes returning to the doors of the school while you waited for Dustin, Lucas, and Mike.

That was when you caught sight of Chrissy, exiting the school with her pink backpack and high ponytail swinging with every step. She pulled her varsity cheer jacket closer as she made her way to the woods behind the school.

You knew that Eddie would be waiting there for her.

The joy you’d been feeling just moments ago was smothered immediately, and you were vaguely aware of Steve talking in the background as you watched Chrissy walk away.

Steve’s hand was suddenly on your shoulder, and you turned to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in the way his brows were pulled together as he glanced between you and the head cheerleader.

“Nothing,” you mumbled, faster than you would have liked. Steve raised a brow, as if to say Really? “I’m fine. It’s—It’s nothing.” Your eyes found his dashboard, and it suddenly became very interesting. “It’s fine.”

Even to your own ears, it was weak. Pathetic.

Steve’s gaze was intense, but you still didn’t remove your eyes from the dash. You knew that if you looked at him, he would notice your watery eyes.

You could feel Steve gearing up to say something, but before he could, the back doors swung open.

“How come Y/N gets to sit in the front?” Dustin exclaimed.

Steve spun to look at him. “Because I said so. Get your butts in the car before I leave you here. I’ve been waiting for twenty minutes already.”

The boys clambered into the car, bags sliding to the floor. “You have not been waiting that long,” Lucas said. “We only just got let out of class.”

“Pretty sure I know how my watch works, Sinclair.”

“Pretty sure it’s wrong then,” Dustin cut in. “Can we get something to eat on the way to Lucas’s? I’m hungry.”

Steve started grumbling about how he wasn’t stopping off anywhere and that they were lucky that he was picking them up at all, as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Even between Dustin, Lucas, and Mike talking about some science fair and Steve shouting at them to quieten down, it wasn’t enough of a distraction to pull your thoughts away from Eddie and Chrissy.

It was fine, you tried to reassure yourself, Eddie loves you.

While he drove, you could feel Steve checking on you, his eyes flicking from the road to you in between the breaks in conversation.

You purposefully kept your eyes averted to the passing houses.

+

Two weeks later, you were sitting on the edge of Eddie’s bed in your pajamas, watching him pluck at the strings of his acoustic guitar.

He wasn’t actually playing anything, just strumming random chords.

He was lost within himself again; lost to the world that existed only in his mind, the world that you had once been privy to.

Once, he had told you everything. He seemed to never stop talking; about you, about his day, about his campaigns, about his classes, and you lapped it up. You listened as he animatedly explained whatever was on his mind.

Once, you had been so close that you were practically one.

But now, sitting across from him, you couldn’t have been more separate.

You stood, and Eddie looked at you. “I’m just going to the bathroom.”

He nodded, turning back to his guitar as you exited the room.

Closing the door quietly, you stared at yourself in the mirror.

Your eyes that you had been hiding from him were teary, and you could see the desperation in them. The desperation of trying everything you could to keep him close as he slowly slipped further from your reach to some unknown affliction.

Deep within yourself, in that part you kept locked up tight, you suspected you knew why.

But it didn’t stop you from trying to pretend that everything was all right, telling yourself that it wasn’t true.

Eddie loved you.

There was a soft knock on the door, and you jumped. “Give me a second,” you called as you ran the tap and splashed your face. When you looked at yourself again, your eyes were still red, but you could play it off as the water from washing your face.

You pulled open the door, and Eddie glanced at you for a second before pushing past. “I’m going to have a shower.”

You stood there for a second, watching as he removed his shirt.

“Can you shut the door?” he asked.

You swallowed. “Right. Sorry,” you said, closing the door.

You remained standing on the other side for a long moment, hand on the doorknob.

Before, Eddie would always invite you in. Whether it was in jest or an actual invitation, he would always joke about it. There were even times when he would shower while you sat on the counter, just talking because he didn’t want to stop talking.

You slowly dropped your hand from the handle.

He just wants to shower by himself, you reasoned. There was no crime in that. God, you didn’t need to be all up in his business all the time.

But as you crawled into his bed, it still hurt, no matter how many times you repeated it.

The tears still escaped from your eyes as you curled into yourself. Your throat still burned from the sob that threatened to leave you.

You didn’t hear Eddie enter the room.

“Babe?” he called from his desk, and you froze.

You cleared your throat, trying to keep your voice steady as you said, “Yeah?”

“I forgot to tell you that I have a deal tomorrow afternoon.” You heard the clasps of his black lunchbox flick open. “I know you were supposed to come over, but I might swing by your place when I’m done instead.”

Swing by, he said, and that was enough for your eyes to burn again. He was so nonchalant, so casual about spending time with you, like it didn’t really matter if he did or if he didn’t.

“OK,” you managed, but your voice wavered.

The lunchbox flipped closed, and you heard him place it by the door.

He turned off the light.

He slipped into bed beside you, but his arms didn’t come around to rest around you like they used to. He turned away from you until his back was to yours, inches still separating you.

You laid there until you heard his breathing even out.

Only then, once you were sure that he was asleep, did you let yourself cry.

+

The band on stage was raging, their amps dialed up to the max as they played their set.

Corroded Coffin had already played, and Eddie was plastered.

The Hideout was very relaxed when it came to their service of alcohol, which was the reason that you, Steve, Robin, Nancy, and Jonathan came on Tuesday nights.

You guys also went to support Eddie, of course, but being able to have fun with your friends at a bar underage was also a big bonus.

In the hours after Eddie’s set, you had been watching him out of the corner of your eye as he chatted and drank with his bandmates and other musicians.

He was good at holding his liquor, but tonight he had had way more than normal.

When your attention finally fell back to your friends, you saw Robin waiting expectantly.

“Sorry, what?” you shouted over the music, apologising for zoning out.

Robin rolled her eyes. “I said, are you coming to the Halloween party next weekend?”

You frowned. “What Halloween party?”

“The Roland twins’ Halloween party?” she said, like you should know what she was talking about. When you still looked confused, she continued, “The Roland twins from school? They’re throwing a party next weekend at their place. Did Eddie not mention it? I told him about it a week ago?”

That feeling started to claw its way up. “No,” you said, shaking your head. “He—He probably did and I’m just forgetting.”

You caught the glance the others’ shared with each other, and that feeling buried deeper. You had no doubt that Steve and his big mouth had told the others about the afternoon a few weeks ago, and also about the few other times that he had driven you home over that time.

Those afternoons had been either deal days or D&D days. You weren’t quite sure why Steve had been there on the D&D days when he didn’t need to pick up Mike, Dustin, or Lucas, but he had told you that he was just driving past.

Fiddling with her drink, Nancy opened her mouth to say something to you but was cut off by Eddie slinging his arm around your shoulder.

You jumped, only just grabbing him in time to stop him from falling over and taking you down with him.

“Babe,” he slurred, looking up at you through hazy eyes, “I need to go home.”

“I thought you were getting a lift with Gareth?”

You planned to stay out for a few more hours with the others. It was the first time that all of you had been free to hang out in weeks. You had talked to Eddie about it on the way there and he had promised that he would get a lift home with Gareth if he needed it.

Eddie shook his head, almost knocking himself off-balance. “I forgot to ask, and he’s already gone. I need you to take me.”

You sighed, standing up and placing Eddie’s arm over your shoulder and yours around his waist. You grabbed your bag from the counter.

“I’m sorry, guys,” you said. “I’ll, uh, I’ll see you at the party next weekend?”

Robin sent you a tight-lipped smile, her face falling when she looked from you to Eddie. “Sure. See you then.”

You waved goodbye to the others, pulling Eddie out to where his van was parked on the street. “Do you have your keys?”

Eddie sloppily fumbled for his keys in his pockets, handing them to you. You unlocked the van, helping him into the passenger seat. Once he was situated so he wouldn’t fall headfirst into the dashboard, you shut the door and made your way to the driver’s side.

You were about to get in when your name was called.

You turned to the entrance of The Hideout to find Steve making his way to you. “Hey.”

“Hey, you can drop Eddie off and come back, you know?” he said in a rush.

“Huh?”

Steve shifted his weight from foot to foot, like he was conflicted. About what, you didn’t know. “I just mean that you can drop him off at his place and I can bring you back here.”

“Oh, uh—” You glanced at Eddie who was almost asleep in the van. “—I shouldn’t leave him alone like this.”

“Sure you can,” Steve continued. “He’ll be fine. We were all supposed to hang out tonight, and it’s barely 10:30.”

From over Steve’s shoulder, you could see your other friends through the window, looking at you expectantly. Nancy waved at you to come back in, and you bit your lip.

You did want to stay out—

“Y/N,” Eddie called, slurring and stretching your name out. “Babe, hurry up, I’m tired.”

When you looked back to Steve, he was just staring at Eddie through the windscreen. “I’m sorry,” you told him. “I have to go. I’ll see you next weekend, yeah?”

Steve turned his hard gaze from Eddie to you, and his eyes softened. “Yeah, sure,” he uttered, almost under his breath. “Drive safe.”

He meant it, and you nodded before jumping in the van.

As you pulled away from the curb, you saw your friends through the window again, looking after you with frowns etched deep on their faces.

+

The Roland twins had gone all out for their Halloween party, with decorations lining every surface, music pounding from both inside and outside.

There were a lot more people that you had expected, all dressed in various costumes. Some were great, but some were barely more than an afterthought.

You sat somewhere in the middle, your Molly Ringwald costume not amazing, but not terrible either. You, Nancy, Jonathan, Steve, and Robin had decided to dress up as the members of The Breakfast Club. Not a super original idea, but you guys had fun.

Originally, you had tried to do a matching costume with Eddie, but he had been quick to shoot down the idea saying, I’m not dressing up.

It’s a Halloween party, Eddie. You have to dress up.

Well, I’m not.

You don’t want to do a couple’s costume?

No, I don’t.

When you had been upset by that, he had apologized in more way than one, both with his mouth.

But as soon as you got to the party, Eddie had ditched you. It hadn’t been intentional, you didn’t think. He just started dealing to people who were drunk enough to pay whatever he wanted them to, handing over cash for less product that they asked for.

They were too drunk to notice, and Eddie took advantage of it.

That’s when you had found a spot on a couch in the living room, nursing your who-knows-how-many-th drink as you watched everyone milling around and dancing.

You hadn’t seen Eddie in around half an hour; he was most likely still ripping people off.

Robin had found you an hour ago, and she sat on the arm of the couch, her Ally Sheedy costume suiting her a lot more than you thought it would. She was also a lot more sober than you were, only on her fourth drink.

“You know,” Robin said, slapping her knees, “I think that we should play a game of beer pong. You want to?”

“I don’t know,” you replied, looking over to where a group of boys were taking turns drinking and then spitting the alcohol back into the cups. “I think we’ll catch something if we use those.”

Robin laughed, leaning back a little too far and almost losing her balance. You grabbed her, laughing as she righted herself.

You were both still laughing as Nancy appeared out of nowhere.

“Nancy!” you shouted.

She gave you a smile, but you could see that something was wrong. Before you could ask, she said, “Hey, Robin, can I talk to you for a second?”

There was something about her tone that had Robin standing immediately. Turning away from you, Nancy began speaking in hushed tones.

Robin’s eyes widened and went straight to you. You knew that she hadn’t meant to, and you suddenly had a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Nancy?” you asked, standing up.

“Hey, honey,” she said, stepping forward. “You look a little unsteady on your feet. How about we take you home?” There was an urgency to her voice that you didn’t like.

You shook your head. “I don’t want to go.”

“I really think that we should,” Robin cut in, hooking her arm in yours. “I’m starting to feel sick, and I could really use a girls movie night.”

You cocked your head and stared at the two of them. Even drunk, you could tell something was wrong. Robin was trying to pull you to the door, and Nancy had a sad look on her face that she was doing her best to hide.

That sinking feeling grew deeper, and you pushed Robin away. She tried to reach for you again, but you stepped back. “What’s going on?”

Nancy and Robin shared a look, and as you glimpsed their sad eyes, you knew.

You knew.

Pushing past them, you shoved your way through the crowd of people, searching.

Searching for Eddie.

Searching for Chrissy.

Nancy and Robin were calling after you.

When you couldn’t find him on the bottom floor, you made for the stairs.

At the top, you ran into Jonathan.

His eyes widened, hands flying to your upper arms. He looked past you to Nancy and Robin as they ran up the stairs after you.

“Jonathan?” you whispered, and you weren’t sure what you were asking him for.

He opened his mouth, trying to find the words to say.

“Jonathan?” you repeated, and this time, you started to cry.

As he said your name, Steve appeared from down the hall, and like Jonathan, he was shocked to see you. You pieced together that Nancy and Robin had been sent to take you home, so you didn’t see what you knew had happened, despite how much you prayed otherwise.

Stepping away from Jonathan, you stood in front of Steve.

His dark eyes were downcast, and the pity wasn’t hard to miss. You looked over his shoulder to the room that he had come from.

Steve stepped into your line of sight, effectively blocking your view of the door. “Don’t,” he told you.

You tried to push past him, but he stood firm. “Steve.”

He rested his hands on your shoulders. Maneuvering you in your drunk state was easy, even as you fought against him. His tone was hard as he said, “Trust me, Y/N, you don’t want to go in there. Let’s just go, OK? Let’s leave.”

“No, I need to see Eddie,” you cried. “I need—I need—”

“—You don’t need Eddie,” he interrupted you. “You need to leave this all behind, yeah?” His voice had softened a significant amount. “Let’s go.”

As he said it, as you realized that that tiny part of yourself that you kept locked away had been right, that your biggest fear had come true, all the fight left you.

Your knees buckled, and Steve was quick to catch you.

As you got your footing, he guided you down the stairs, the others walking in front of you, throwing worried glanced over their shoulders.

Nancy unlocked the backdoor of her car, helping you in.

In the back of your mind, you knew that they were driving you home. You knew that they would stay with you all night.

They were such good friends.

But it didn’t stop you from wanting Eddie.

It didn’t stop you wishing that he had been the one to take you home.

Maybe you would always wish that it was Eddie. Maybe you would always wonder what more you could have done.

Maybe the answer was nothing, because you had no choice in the matter, and this doomsday was always close at hand.

[mansonofmadness]

𝙼𝙴𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝙽𝚂𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 - wayne munson, eddie munson, the soon-to-be mrs. munson, and you, who wants no part of any of this. one big happy family, right?

𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 - ongoing

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 - 18+ content, stepcest (eddie is the reader's step-cousin, but they behave more similarly to step-siblings), loss of parents (not during the story, but it's referenced), drug use, angst fluff and smut all to come

don't forget to read individual chapter warnings! minors dni <3

chapter 1 - welcome to my nightmare

chapter 2 - fight fire with fire

chapter 3 - louder than hell

chapter 4 - photograph

chapter 5 - stone in love

chapter 6 - manic monday (coming 8/21)

(more chapters tba; updates on sundays!)