#elizabeth used car dealers

[genesis-tires]

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[cheesemonky]

the queen's society

an overview of the universe of mark, david and all their other friends

head's up, this is a very chaotic story line and the amount of illegal activity that these guys discuss and do is unholy 😭

don't blame me, this is all with my friends' input, and this was created a long while back!!

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CHARACTERS :

DAVID:

he is (not so secretly) in love with his best friend

may or may not have a tiny weenie alchohol addiction

does drugs. and by drugs, i mean caffeine. which he gets from an old lady with dementia. and the caffeine in question is kopiko

dropped out of high school in year 11 because "the IB course is way too hard broski" (tbf it WAS difficult)

used to work at a club... not as a bartender...

met almost all his friends in some sort of sexual encounter. 'almost all' being the key words.

swears on his life that he once lived with 8 other people (he didnt, it was one night, and they were all drunk)

shares an apartment with mark, but mark pays the entire rent. like, david payed the first time, then mark moved in and paid for everything after that, including bills

is 25 but only just started uni because mark says he needs a proper job

MARK:

david is his best friend and love interest

aced high school and actually has his life together

rich ass surgeon but had a side job as a bartender for a while

he says he's only living with david because of david's tendencies, but there's definitely an ulterior motive...

his ex-girlfriend is his therapist, so there's tension there

has this weird thing where he gets kidnapped like, every other day, but somehow makes it out???

prefers wine to beer and makes that one 'ew' face when he sees david's cans and bottles laid all over the floor (which is all the time)

adding onto that, has to give constant reminders to get david to clean them out of the tv room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, etc. but they're never gone

KAMERON:

gets mistaken for a woman and has to explain that he wears thigh highs and heels solely because they're comfortable ("tf you mean 'heels are comfy'?")

went to high school with mark and david yet still can't handle either of them

no one knows what he does for work, but he's got a pretty good house and a decent car

closeted gay (the closet is made of glass)

visits david every other week to drink, game and get high

the only friend in the group that has never had any sort of romantic relationship

also pretty smart cos he likes to code

STANLEY

rascist asf and no one knows why he's still in the friend group

he's schizophrenic and insists his name is Andleeb (he has names for everyone else as well)

met mark at a convenience store after he tried to rob the cashier, and mark later bailed him out of jail

is dating his drug dealer (actual drugs this time)

finished high school but dropped out of uni

used to be a car mechanic but got fired after a multitude of cars broke down and the company was sued

pretty sporty, major cricket fan

CLYDE

makes and sells meth to most of his friends

tells people that his name is walter white

met david at a brothel an unholy place

went to school with harriet and jim

was never actually part of the main friend group, he was always just... there ig

he and david dated for a while but turns out he only needed david's basement for meth making so they broke up

is dating his client

CHARACTERS THAT AREN'T THAT INTERESTING BUT ARE IMPORTANT TO THE STORY:

Harriett

Jim

Greg

Rebecca

Elizabeth

Rashmi

@hanjiquokkaaa @jinnie-ret <3

[moorheadthanyoucanhandle]

DOES A BEAR SNORT IN THE WOODS?

Now playing in the multiplexes:

Cocaine Bear--This shocker has at least as much right to claim "true story" status for itself as Fargo or The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. There really was a Cocaine Bear: back in 1985, an American black bear was found dead in the Chattahoochee National Forest in northern Georgia, just south of the Tennessee line. The poor creature had OD'd, having ingested more than 30 kilos of cocaine, valued at tens of millions of dollars.

The stuff had been dropped from an airplane by a smuggler who then died himself in a parachuting mishap. The unfortunate ursine, dubbed "Pablo Eskobear," was stuffed by a taxidermist and ended up on display in a shopping mall in Kentucky, where it reportedly still stands.

The movie, directed by Elizabeth Banks from a script by Jimmy Warden, is set in 1985 and uses some real place names and at least one real person's name (the smuggler's). But it's still a load of gleeful b.s., a highly entertaining sick joke. Unlike the real animal, the movie's bear--arguably the newest addition to the stable of Universal Monsters--turns into a drug-crazed spree killer, mauling and dismembering hikers and park personnel, as well as the drug traffickers that enter the forest in search of the lost product.

Cocaine Bear is as violent and gory as any big-studio movie you're likely to see. But it isn't scary, and isn't meant to be; the splatter is played entirely for gruesomely slapstick laughs. Indeed, the exuberance with which the blood and brains and guts fly is the central recurring and escalating gag.

Except for a single mom (Keri Russell), searching the woods for her daughter and the daughter's friend, most of the major characters are scoundrels or cretins or both, though not necessarily unlikable scoundrels and cretins. All of them are broadly played caricatures, so Banks invites us to leave our empathy at the door, take a cathartic break from compassion and hoot at the horrors which befall them. I indulged, and so did the audience with which I saw the film.

The title character, generated through some reasonably seamless combination of virtual and practical effects, has a guileless personality that contrasts with the bloody mayhem. Indeed, you're more likely to feel for the blameless beast than for most of the humans.

The cast is nonetheless excellent, even if most of them are not employing ten percent of their talent. I've long thought that Russell is one of the more underrated and underutilized lead actresses now in movies. I also don't understand why Alden Ehrenreich hasn't become a bigger deal; he's comically muddled yet sympathetic as an elaborately bereaved drug operative. So is O'Shea Jackson as his weary partner, Aaron Holliday as a dimwit would-be mugger they encounter, and Isiah Whitlock, Jr. as a cranky detective.

The film was one of the last in which the late Ray Liotta appeared. He's in his usual strong form as Ehrenreich's father, the heartless local boss of the drug dealers. It's not a rich enough role to be a worthy swansong, but it's a good performance, and the film is dedicated to him. The great Margo Martindale nails every line and facial expression as a hard-up park ranger trying to get the attention of a naturalist (Jesse Tyler Ferguson). Maybe the best of all are Brooklyn Prince and Christian Convery as the two kids, who get across a genuine affection behind their mild, familiar ragging and posing and their dares of each other. They, along with Russell, offer us somebody to unambiguously root for.

Banks has a lot of fun evoking '80s-movie atmosphere, not only with the costumes and cars and posters and overheard pop songs but with her direction. From the full opening credit sequence to the leisurely camera movement to the driving synthesizer score by Mark Mothersbaugh, the film is as much a throwback to the decade in which it's set as last year's Top Gun: Maverick, and the response to both of those films suggests that maybe today's audiences wouldn't object to a return to that style.

[genesistire]

Upgrade Your Ride Affordably with Genesis Tires & Auto - Used Car Dealer Elizabeth, NJ

When you're searching for a reliable, trustworthy, and customer-focused used car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ, Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is your go-to destination. With years of experience and a commitment to offering top-quality vehicles and services, Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC has become a cornerstone in the local automotive industry. This article will delve into the many reasons why Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC stands out as an exceptional choice for anyone in the market for a pre-owned vehicle.

About Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC

Our Mission

At Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, our mission is to provide our customers with high-quality, reliable used vehicles at competitive prices. We are committed to transparency, integrity, and exceptional customer service. Our goal is to make the car-buying experience as seamless and enjoyable as possible for every customer who walks through our doors.

Our History

Established in Elizabeth, NJ, Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC has grown from a small dealership into one of the most reputable used car dealers in the area. Over the years, we have built a solid reputation based on trust, quality, and customer satisfaction. Our extensive experience in the automotive industry allows us to offer a curated selection of used vehicles that meet the highest standards.

Why Choose Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC?

Extensive Inventory

One of the key advantages of choosing Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC as your used car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ, is our extensive inventory. We offer a wide range of vehicles to suit different preferences and budgets. Whether you are looking for a sleek sedan, a spacious SUV, a rugged truck, or a versatile van, you will find it at our dealership. Our inventory is regularly updated to include the latest models and popular brands.

Quality Assurance

We understand that buying a used car can be a significant investment. That is why we go the extra mile to ensure that every vehicle on our lot meets our strict quality standards. Each car undergoes a thorough inspection and rigorous testing by our team of experienced technicians. This process includes checking the engine, transmission, brakes, suspension, and other critical components to guarantee safety and performance. With Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, you can drive away with confidence, knowing that you have purchased a reliable vehicle.

Competitive Pricing

At Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, we believe that quality used cars should be affordable for everyone. We offer competitive pricing on all our vehicles, ensuring that you get the best value for your money. Our transparent pricing policy means that there are no hidden fees or surprises. We also provide flexible financing options to make it easier for you to own the car of your dreams.

Exceptional Customer Service

Personalized Assistance

Our friendly and knowledgeable sales team is dedicated to providing personalized assistance to each customer. We take the time to understand your needs, preferences, and budget to help you find the perfect vehicle. Whether you are a first-time buyer or a seasoned car owner, we are here to guide you through every step of the process, from selecting the right car to securing financing and completing the paperwork.

Test Drives

At Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, we believe that test drives are a crucial part of the car-buying experience. We encourage our customers to take their time and test drive multiple vehicles to find the one that best suits their needs. Our team is always available to answer any questions you may have and provide detailed information about each vehicle's features and specifications.

After-Sales Support

Our commitment to customer satisfaction does not end with the sale. We offer comprehensive after-sales support to ensure that your vehicle continues to perform at its best. Our service center is staffed by skilled technicians who can handle everything from routine maintenance to complex repairs. We use genuine parts and state-of-the-art equipment to keep your car running smoothly.

Financing Options

Flexible Financing Solutions

At Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, we understand that every customer has unique financial needs. That is why we offer a range of flexible financing solutions to suit different budgets and credit profiles. Our finance experts work with a network of reputable lenders to secure the best rates and terms for you. Whether you have good credit, bad credit, or no credit, we can help you find a financing plan that fits your situation.

Easy Application Process

Applying for financing at Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is quick and easy. Our online application form allows you to get pre-approved from the comfort of your home. Simply fill out the form with your basic information, and our finance team will review your application and get back to you with the available options. We strive to make the financing process as straightforward and hassle-free as possible.

Customer Testimonials

Real Stories from Satisfied Customers

The best way to understand the quality of service at Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is to hear from our satisfied customers. We take pride in the positive feedback we receive and are grateful for the trust our customers place in us. Here are a few testimonials from our happy clients:

John D.: "I had an excellent experience at Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC. The sales team was incredibly helpful and patient. They helped me find the perfect car within my budget. I highly recommend them to anyone looking for a used car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ."

Maria S.: "I was impressed by the quality of the vehicles at Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC. Every car I looked at was in great condition. The staff was friendly and knowledgeable, and the financing process was smooth and easy. I love my new car!"

David R.: "Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is the best used car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ. They have a fantastic selection of vehicles, and their prices are very reasonable. The customer service is top-notch, and they really go above and beyond to make sure you are satisfied with your purchase."

Community Involvement

Giving Back to Elizabeth, NJ

At Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC, we believe in giving back to the community that has supported us over the years. We are proud to be involved in various local initiatives and charitable activities. From sponsoring local events to supporting educational programs, we are committed to making a positive impact in Elizabeth, NJ. We believe that strong communities are built on mutual support and collaboration.

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Convenient Location

Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is conveniently located in Elizabeth, NJ, making it easy for customers from all over the area to visit us. Our dealership is easily accessible and offers ample parking. We invite you to stop by and explore our inventory in person. Our friendly staff will be happy to assist you and answer any questions you may have.

Schedule a Visit

We understand that your time is valuable. That is why we offer the option to schedule a visit to our dealership at your convenience. Simply give us a call or use our online scheduling tool to book an appointment. Whether you want to browse our inventory, take a test drive, or discuss financing options, we are here to help.

Conclusion

Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC is your trusted used car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ. With our extensive inventory, commitment to quality, competitive pricing, and exceptional customer service, we are dedicated to making your car-buying experience enjoyable and stress-free. Visit us today and discover why so many customers choose Genesis Tires & Auto Center LLC for their automotive needs.

[elmoraautosales1]

Car dealer Elizabeth, NJ

Elmora Auto Sales is proud to be the premier car dealer in Elizabeth, NJ, offering a wide selection of quality used vehicles to suit every budget and lifestyle. Our experienced team is dedicated to offering exceptional service and helping you find the suitable vehicle for your needs. With competitive pricing, flexible financing options, and a commitment to customer satisfaction, we make it easy to drive away in the car of your dreams. Visit us today to explore our inventory and experience the Elmora Auto Sales difference for yourself.

[elite-motors-cars]

Elite Motor Cars - Used car dealer in Newark, NJ

Welcome to Elite Motor Cars. We are a full service New Jersey used car dealer located in Newark serving the towns of Essex County Harrison NJ, Kearny NJ, East Orange NJ, Irvington NJ, Hillside NJ, Orange NJ, North Arlington NJ, Belleville NJ, South Orange NJ, Bloomfield NJ, Jersey City NJ, Maplewood NJ, Elizabeth NJ, Union NJ and Bayonne NJ. We take pride in the quality used inventory that we carry that include Alfa Romeo, Audi, BMW, Cadillac, Chevrolet, Chrysler, Dodge, Ferrari, Ford, GMC, Honda, HUMMER, Hyundai, Isuzu, Jaguar, Jeep, Kia, Land Rover, Maserati, Mazda, Mercedes-Benz, MINI, Nissan, Porsche, Tesla, Volkswagen and Volvo. The cars, SUVs, minivans, trucks and pickups we carry are inspected and often may be eligible for the many extended service contracts & warranties we offer.

Our finance department has relations with most banks and lending institutions in NJ and will help you get a car loan at affordable payments. We provide sub-prime financing too and in most cases your credit history may not be a problem as you might think! At Elite Motor Cars, we believe you can get financed with good, bad or no credit history at all.

Our used car service & auto repair facility located in Newark is equipped with the latest equipment to handle domestic and imported car servicing. We also offer state-of-the-art auto detailing services that will make any used car look brand new. Call (973) 604-2277 to get a quote from our auto detailing professionals and see your vehicle transformed with a sparkling new look.

1424 Mccarter Hwy Newark,NJ07104

Tel: (973) 604-2277

Fax: (862) 781-1001

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[fkyumerica]

15:20 ryan's group is here

they would always have the same name

look at the other ones that you did the same thing married them

and confess kids do it with them too

they will wonder out and keep screaming it and scream it at anyone anywhere behind their ear, at their face

and on the ground laying down

then they will roll coke meth balls at you all day and speed ball the umbilical cord on the newborn infant to take it

mama gets high I fuck her too

and says he will get more dope to kill you it is laying down with us fucking and doing dope

sayss it a t a new one fucking and doing dope, lindita blushes I was the black with her too, married elizabeth to say nicole ricci isnt pretty

that is james corbin with a sword and his wife with a giant skull, lost their dads was the giant one to turn him giant again injecting him with the clear of umbilical cords, outer part but cut it off, the inside jelly like is it

his dad had the sharp teeth and lives around those glow fish

the giant it showed outside the cave is him

she screamed she can never not stop having sex with his dad to live

it was that for the world ok, the generations born then

and james confessed he had to sleep with all his family members and mate with them to stay there with them and they are it too to do the same thing inbreed with the back block too theirs

back street boys agreed, are it too, his dad and mom

his dad is aj? and his mom is alice cooper now, or a gay stuck behind the skull what is it

he will never kill by skinning off someones face, james said it

the back block were porte rican whores, and drug dealers, allen, sue

is it fred? yea

and wooly mammoth wasnt here, where you go back to

she constantly rode the world

sex

the whole population she believes or shes going over to you to do it

understand it jodie foster, or you dont get that badge

it meant you wont live

so she threatens me

I have no car, no degree to help you

now shes screaming for free shit

well you went to hell to live that, go show your tits on stage again standing there forfffffffrrrrrr fear

[autonjstate]

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[the-firebird69]

And he respected Kathy fairly well and queen is Elizabeth a lot more I fought with her a little bit pressuring him instead of under enough pressure I don't have anything please and everyone keeps doing it to him here and we have to but he presses us he needs us to. This is the limousine we're producing it's a particular line eventually that produces the limos and it's also in an older look and it's what we're doing together as competing luxury vehicle companies and a spouse.

It's a huge car on the inside and we do retrofit and reinforce for people who are large and we accommodate people who are smaller as well so please note that when you're ordering to your salesperson. As they are well trained they will do the job appropriately and we're confident in them. The warlock tried to build Bentley's and Rolls-Royce under the same roof and thus their strange websites which we are changing now and they did not sell any cars that they made to anyone nor did they drive any did they made these the cars are selling now we're made in 2020 and there were not many left in other words the dealers are holding on to them and wondering what they're going to do. And I had a plan to take over Tommy f stuff after announcing he had it and it failed and invasion failed and their army is much more powerful than they thought and they're mad at everybody when it's their fault and they shut themself down it almost sets society down that they did not. Now is the time to celebrate recovering from the morlock and their plan, a large portion of that is confronting what will be the only remaining warlock group the clones. And to do so you may would like to travel in style and have your day chauffeured, whether it's a meeting at OPEC or in New York City over large concerns there's no better way to arrive than in style in Bentley

Hera

We're concerned about the verbage now this is how they speak these two and it's from a bunch of different languages stuff together into English and we speak differently too and it is a bit simple but that's the way it is. We like how this is and we like what they're saying it is a difficult time for many and the approach is usually quite Haggard and awful this would make it a lot nicer from the airport to the meeting and the meeting to the airport and we are also building these for a limousine companies right now and they're requesting a lot of them and smoked Windows is a staple and it's going on immediately they all want the top level armor and we're providing it and yes the top level armor is a bit pricey for this vehicle the starting price of the starting model the standard armor is $9 million dollars there are two levels above the next level is 12 million and the highest is 18 million because it is very expensive material and it is more difficult to build. We have thus far today sent 15 to be built to the Bentley plants and we have orders for 200 more it is an excellent vehicle and the choice of many for the security and their chauffeured needs

Lobo and Goddess Wife

Is a great a great way to save energy and I am ordering several of these and it is a nice company and it was run and owned by Ben Arnold not his wife, hello there fairly sharp woman he was running it very well and with an iron fist. Insurance the other clan but really they build a fine product it has differences they like speed and stealth and they do offer a stealth package and we did read it but they're not publishing it and they also our fairly decent folk and we are doing business with him and we are buying a lot of their mwrap type SUV right now and I'm actually stocking up on them for my secret service type rolls that we have a need for in our mansions and places business and for transporting things to and fro the other one is a little bit bigger and we ordering some of those to go in the caravan it's a great mix and you'll like it it works and we have running cars and chaser cars of each and their armored and they can have other things put in them but we do that after Rolls-Royce and after Bentley has a fully assembled them

Mike tew

I'd like to say a word that this car is outstanding is a wonderful limousine and my sister loved it and she had it built for herself and it was her company and my grand nephew respects it and is having us put the cars together and we don't have time to make the parts and they're providing us with military style vehicles for the espionage side of things which is outrageous but that's what's going on and they have been for a while they said in Oshkosh was kind of his thing with her and she sneaked up on him but his with a Humvee and his new there were other vehicles but his distinctly different and so we have two people who keep doing that and the reasons are kind of obvious but in obvious to some it's not exactly 100% parallel but it is decent and we're getting a lot of these and we're going to have nice caravans they look wonderful they attract attention they like the whole place up and you know it brings a smile to people's faces and they know that society is a little bit more tame than what they've been seeing

Mac daddy

[carzone]

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[youregonnagofaar]

happy ending myth a steve harrington story

ch. 1 off the sidelines

 chapter 2 chapter 3 chapter 4

summary: steve never thought someone he had once ignored would come back into his life to fight the upside down. when you are 19 how can you even think of a future? but what if it didn't matter what the future held if you were in it? and yet he couldn’t help but think maybe this was the one who would be his partner on that cross-country family trip with six nuggets.

pairings: best friend!eddie munson, close friend!max mayfield, slowburn!steve harrington

a/n: this is going to be a slowburn and at least four parts. this is my first time writing as steve and i’m super excited. all of this was based off me listening to future holds by bastille. thank you to anyone who reads! i’m already working on part two.

warnings/tags:  mild violence, curse words, mentions of drugs, drug use, two losers with childhood trauma because of bad parents

word count: 5,940

March 1986

It had been a long day of shelving books left astray from young students making sure they had read everything needed for the semester. A sigh of relief left your lips once walking through the entrance of your home sweet home. It was a cozy trailer littered with Jane Austen and Emily Dickinson on each table surface. Your black cat Bennett let out a loud yawn when he realized his owner was finally home. It wasn't much, but it felt like a lot after a 6-hour shift. Putting your bags down and changing into a pair of sweatpants and a white tank top, you made your way outside. You climbed on top of the roof and took out a joint that was gifted by Eddie Munson earlier in the week.

Forest Hills trailer park had been your home for as long as you could remember. With a father on the run from the law and a mother in rehab you fit in just fine, and the rent wasn't too bad. Your favorite place was the roof where each star and trailer home was visible. Lighting up the joint and stretching your legs out with a smile you settled by turning on an old walkman and letting the songs of Fleetwood Mac soothe all your aches and worries away. From the trailer's tin roof, it was easy to see your neighbors and often it was easy to get lost in what everyday life must be for each person who lived there. Max Mayfield lives right next door so every night you would make sure that the young girl was safe at home. The two of you had become close after she moved in. You both bonded over parents never being fully there even when they were around and how the world just felt so judgmental. It took some time for the young redhead to warm up to you,  it was only after she found out that her older brother was dead and her stepfather left  that the two of you began to easily bond. The two of you would talk about everything and it was only in those moments you felt truly loved. You'd often told Max that she was just like Elizabeth Bennett, a brave young woman who knew exactly what she wanted.

Turning your head to the side, a smirk grew on your lips while watching Eddie Munson leave his car with Chrissy Cunningham by his side. You graduated last year, the same year Eddie should’ve. Your introduction to the boy was when he found you reading behind Hawkins High. The day he became your friend, he also became your pot dealer. Chrissy was a cheerleader so the two of you had never really crossed paths. With a raised eyebrow you smirked and went back to looking at the stars with feet bouncing to the rhythm of “The Chain”. The song was almost over when his trailer lights began to flicker. Pausing the walkman you looked over to finally hear the panicked shouts that must’ve been happening for a minute or so. Shortly after it all stopped, Eddie shot out of the trailer and got into his car before you could even shout over to ask him what was wrong.

You made your way down back to the ground and walked slowly over to his trailer. Dread washed over your whole body. It filled your stomach and the feeling caused your head to hurt. With just a little push, the door opened and there lay a once happy cheerleader her face now contorted. Gasping you felt bile begin to rise from the depths of your stomach. The sight caused you to run out of the trailer, throwing up now the only option after what had just been witnessed. You knew what Chrissy had looked like...she was a beautiful girl who had a lovely smile, but the image of her lying on that carpet would haunt you forever. Running back to your trailer you  weren’t sure what to do next. The cops were bastards and you smelt of weed. Those pigs would blame Eddie for all of this, but the idea of leaving her there made you feel queasy.

It took until morning for cops to surround the Munson trailer, the sight made you feel guilty. Deep down you knew Eddie couldn't have done any of this. He could barely hurt anyone and honestly didn’t have the strength to do such a thing. Hawkins was a dark place that was filled with weird lore as to why it had become that way. As the day wore on, the cops made sure no one was able to leave or enter the trailer park. They had asked you some questions, all of them answered vaguely. Something else was going on here and until you knew what it was, there was no way you were telling the cops anything. Throughout the morning you tried your best to get some rest but every time you closed your eyes visions of Chrissy's body would flash in horrible waves. So instead, you sat in front of the window with a cup of now cold coffee. Trying to figure out what the hell had gone on here and why a girl was dead.

A few hours later, you heard Max leave her trailer, in a rush you decided now was the time to get answers. Where was she going? Wasn't she friends with the group of kids who made their way out of the StarCourt Mall fire? Your mind filled with questions as you followed Max to what appeared to be a Family Video. She had now joined forces with who you assumed was Dustin, someone you had only heard about in passing. Max had once mentioned a curly haired boy who could talk for hours about the smallest topic. You waited for them to enter the video store. You took a deep breath and reminded yourself that you needed some answers for the awful things you witnessed last night. After a few more deep breathing exercises you finally felt calm enough to enter the store. Your hands flexed as you saw Max talking to Robin Buckely, a girl that you had met in band class years ago. As you walked forward Steve Harrington had walked in from the back room causing you to take a step back.

Steve Harrington was last in your presence at graduation last year. He had been sulking as other students talked to their parents. That was the day you seemed to get a little more, why he was such a jerk to be around, because his parents hadn’t shown up. From experience you knew how awful this type of let down felt, so you walked up to him and said congratulations and got no reply. When Steve finally saw you he also had taken a step back. Robin had noticed the way you two were looking at each other making a face that snapped you back to reality.

"Max Mayfield, what is going on?" Your voice was stern but Max also noticed a weird sadness behind it all. She twirled around on the ball of her heels before finally facing you with wide eyes.

"Y/N! What are you doing here?" Her brows furrowed as she began to piece some of it together. "Wait, did you follow me here?!"

You couldn't look at her directly when she said that so instead you gave her a signal as if you needed to speak with her and only her. Max almost groaned in response until she saw the way you looked at her. You were terrified and she didn’t understand until you explained what you saw. This confession caused Max to tell you everything about weird ol’ Hawkins. Will Byers was actually taken, and the Russian infiltrated StarCourt Mall to open a portal, all of it, it made you feel dizzy and sick. You wanted to yell that you were right the whole time but the lack of sleep added with a rush of information caused your whole body to go limp.

This whole day was supposed to be normal for Steve Harrington, but, of course, it was nothing of the sort. The store had been so quiet before Max and Dustin showed up to explain why Eddie Munson was wanted for murdering a cheerleader. Then you walked in and he felt like he had seen you somewhere before but couldn’t place it. He scanned your face trying so hard to figure out who you were and why your name was on the back of his tongue. Then his co-worker elbowed him in the chest trying to get his focus back. Steve gave Robin a glare and it wasn’t until you had left to speak with Max that she spoke.

"Are you okay over there?" Robin's tone was hushed as she gave Steve a look with her furrowed brows.

“You know Y/N, she graduated last year, just like you.” He looked at Robin and then back at you and it finally hit him. You were the only person who spoke to him at graduation. He had been in such a terrible mood that day, his parents were supposed to be there but they had some last minute function. But you, you had been there and congratulated him despite no one else doing so. He began to feel warm and embarrassed, watching as you placed a hand on your hip as you spoke to Max.

“Shit!” Steve whispered, causing Robin to tilt her head.

“Dingus! You are doing that thing again where you are not actually speaking out loud just in your head! What is going on?”

Steve gave her a sad look and ran his fingers through his hair. As he placed his elbows on the glass counter he explained. “Graduation day she came up to me and was really nice about it.” He paused and sighed. “I didn’t reply the way I wished I had, my parents said they were going to be there and they just didn't show up. I was such an ass, Robin.”

Robin gave Steve a tiny pat on the back before turning to look in your direction. Whatever Max was telling you, it was a little too much and her eyes widened when she noticed you were about to fall. "Well, you could try and make it up to her by making sure she doesn’t land on the nasty carpet." Her eyebrows raised as she pointed to you and Steve quickly ran over to your side.

It was embarrassing the state you were in, lying there in Steve Harrington's arms. It did feel nice to be in such strong arms but you wished the circumstances had been better. "Uhh, thanks.." Max was holding in a snicker watching you in this position. She wasn't sure if it was due to Steve looking at you like you had hung the moon, or that he had run so fast to catch you. Either way, the young girl knew she was going to tease you about this later.

"You're welcome, Y/N? Right?" You nodded and smiled before getting back up on your feet to look at both Max and Steve.

"So let me see if I can get this straight." Your hands were now on your hips in a mom-like fashion as you eyed everyone in the room. "Will and Barb never went missing? They were both taken? I am guessing Barb didn't make it and Will did. The Starcourt mall was invaded by Russians who were trying to open some portal that someone named El already closed?" Each of them nodded their heads and it filled you with an awful feeling, you felt this before entering Eddie's trailer. "Okay…" You paused, rubbing your temples. "So whatever it is, it's back because I know Eddie didn't kill Chrissy. He could barely hurt a fly and also he had a huge crush on that girl."

"Exactly! Y/N gets it! I told you Eddie didn't do it!" Dustin was now pointing at Robin and Max who were now rolling their eyes.

Steve was still just looking at you with kind honey eyes that made your knees feel weak, or was it the lack of sleep? Everytime he looked at you he couldn’t help but feel guilty for the way he spoke to you last. This wasn’t the time to be thinking of any of this but when it got quiet it would rattle his brain.

"We have to find Eddie, that's why we came here. We need to see if there is any word of where he could've gone." Max was walking back up to Robin, swiftly making her way to the computer that was behind them all.

"I know where he is." All of a sudden everyone was staring at you. "He's with his drug dealer. Uh, Refer Rick is the name! I mean it's secluded and unless you were buying drugs it’s not a place many go." "Do you buy drugs off Eddie?" Max looked at you with her eyebrows furrowed causing you to shrug.

"I buy weed off him, that’s all…" You corrected with a big smile towards the redhead who was now judging your life choices. "Hey don't look at me like that!" This wasn't the time to scold you for smoking weed, Max would find time to do that when this was all over.

"Whatever, we just need to find the address! Maybe look up movies that only a stoner would rent!" Dustin was now at the computer shoving Max out the way. Max had been right; he was very impatient and a little jittery. She rolled her eyes and stood back as the boy began to type feverishly. "Here! Look at these! It has to be him!"

The older kids giggled at the titles being read out by the curly-haired boy who was easily annoyed with the reaction. Dustin and Max grabbed their bags and began to walk outside. Robin soon followed which left Steve and you alone as he closed up. Watching as you began to make your way, Steve had decided it was now or never. So he called your name causing you to look at him confused.

The two of you stood there just staring at each other. He wanted so badly to apologize but the words just wouldn’t come out. Since Robin wasn’t there to give him a nudge back to reality you decided to speak up first.

"So since when does Steve Harrington hang out with kids like Dustin and Max? Or even Robin, you would've never talked to her in school." You looked at him confused and he could tell you meant nothing bad by it. Steve shrugged his shoulders as he turned off all the lights.

"It just kinda happened." He made his way to the door to stand right next to you. "I'm not the same as I was in high school Y/N. I'm not King Steve anymore."

Shaking his head he tried to smile, knowing that you had no idea about all the events that shaped him since high school. The two of you were only a few inches apart and it caused heat to rise on the back of your arms. A tiny shade of pink covered your cheeks as you looked around  at everything except for what was in front of you. Steve had noticed all of this, finding it adorable how you reacted to being so close to him. Making sure to move back just a little to make you more comfortable, he smiled.

"Good! I didn't like him that much anyway. He had great hair but was kinda a jerk."

You placed your hair behind your ear and you walked out to his car as he just stood there. He wanted to make you smile for the rest of your life if he could. Now you were wrapped into this chaos that was the Upside Down, it made him feel a weird ache in his chest. Locking the door to the video store he huffed out a sigh and made his way to the driver's seat. Steve knew that the reality you soon were to face was going to be filled with a lot of grief and sadness. He himself was plagued with nightmares, waking up in an awful sweat every night. His jaw still had phantom pains from when Russians tortured him. The thought of any of that happening to you made him tense.

Making his way to the car he laughed softly seeing you in the middle of Max and Dustin in the back. He promised to himself that he would get you in the front seat, but for now, he loved the current seating arrangement.

"Alright buckle up!" His voice was stern like your’s had been when seeing Max and it caused everyone but you to groan.

You giggled hearing such a tone leaving the boy before you. Each time he spoke to the kids, it became a bit clearer that King Steve really was a different person now. After a twenty minute drive, the car pulled into the Refer Rick’s driveway. Dustin had been ready to bolt out of the car once you pointed out the mailbox. The sun was now setting making the secluded home a little creepier than it needed to be. The group of you made your way to the front door  and then Dustin began to ring the doorbell way too many times. Steve began to let the boy know no one was there as he started to pound on the door.

"Eddie, it's Dustin!" The young boy shouted as the rest of you began to look in the windows. He was now pleading with Eddie saying they were only there to help.

Shouts of "Refer Rick!" filled the air as everyone was still making their way around the outside of the home. All of you took cautious steps as Steve made tiny comments about how creepy this was andhow Dustin was being too loud. All of you let out a collective tired sigh, no one was here. Max stopped to shine her flashlight on a boat house shining on it as if it was a clue.

"Hey! You guys!" Max spoke as she began to walk a little closer. The group made their way near the sides of the shed, shining light into the windows to see if there was any movement. Everyone held their breath as Robin opened the door, her raspy voice filling the quiet darkness.

"Hello? Is anyone home?" No one answered. Nevertheless, you all made your way one by one into the inky boat house.

"What a dump," Steve said and you nudged him in the shoulder because although this was terrifying, this wasn't the time.

Every single step could be heard as you all walked around trying to see if Eddie was nearby. Maybe he was hiding, before you could peek under the tarp of the boat Steve began to hit at it.

"What are you doing?" Dustin whispered while you gave Steve a confused look.

"He might be in here!" Steve exclaimed as he continued to hit the tarp with a paddle.

You watched as Dustin and Steve began to fight as to who would lift the tarp. Max was already walking over to a makeshift desk that was littered with what appeared to be recent trash.

"Hey! Look over here!" You followed Max's voice and took your place next to Robin. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us, got spooked and ran?" Robin questioned with her eyes still on the tiny pieces of the garage.

"Don't worry, Steve will get him with his oar!" Dustin joked. "I know you think you're being funny, Henderson, but considering almost everyone in this room has nearly died multiple times," your eyes grew wide at this comment but Steve kept going. "Personally, I don't find it funny in the slight-"

Steve didn't finish his sentence because Eddie had come up from his hiding spot and was now after him with a knife in hand. He was pushing Steve against the wall holding the knife up to his throat. Dustin and you began to yell for Eddie, pleading with him to put the knife down.

"Eddie! Stop!" You placed your hand near Steve's neck. "Look, it's me! Eddie, I know you didn't do this. We all know you didn't do this, please just relax."

"It's me, Eddie! This is Steve, he's not going to hurt you, right, Steve?"

Steve whispered "right" while hoping what you were doing was going to save him from his current position.

"Steve, how about you drop the oar?" Steve's eyes went wide as if to say how stupid that was since he was the one with a knife at his throat but Eddie shoved the knife closer to him.

Even so, the oar dropped and Eddie looked at you with anger on his face. "What are you doing here?"

"We are here for you," Dustin spoke up and then began to point out who each person was. "This is Robin, you know her from band. This is my friend Max. The one who never wants to play D&D."

Max waved as Dustin continued, "Eddie, we're on your side. I swear on my mother!" You all then began to agree and swear on Dustin's mother.

This seemed to work as after a short pause Eddie backed away from Steve, who was now swearing under his breath.

Eddie sighed and looked into your eyes. He was so scared so you lowered your voice to speak to him once more. Relaxing his body and looking at the ground you walked towards him. Dustin was by your side as you placed your hand on Eddie’s shoulder. You watched as his shoulders sunk down towards the floor as you got down to his eye level.

"I'm so sorry, Eddie. We just wanna know what happened." You spoke with a softness that your mother once told you bedtime stories with.

"You won't believe me." He shuddered and spoke with a tone that you had never heard from him before.

"Try us." Max was now right beside you as she spoke and with that Eddie nodded.

"Y/N, I swear I didn't kill her." Eddie looked at you like the time he broke your bike years ago.

You both were about twelve years old and you had given Eddie permission to take your bike out for the day. The boy went down a hill near the school and wrecked the whole thing. Back then you just helped him with the cleaning of a brush burn and forgave him but now the stakes were much higher. There was no wound for you to clean up, it was just this horrible feeling of dread. At that moment you lunged forward and held onto him as tightly as you could. Running your fingers through his black curly hair as tears fell down his face.

"I know, Eds, I know you didn't do this, I'm so sorry." You spoke softly into his ear doing your best to soothe his sorrows.

Steve had finally caught his breath just to feel it hitch back up at the sight of Eddie in your arms. You were whispering in the other boy's ear and he knew you were trying your best to help out. A pang of jealousy hit him at the worst time and Robin noticed. A smirk spread across her face as she watched Steve's expression turn into a confused sadness.

The boat house had once been filled with an anxiety that was now cleared for the sadness of Eddie's voice as he described what happened to Chrissy. It was only then that you were able to understand what you had seen that night. Chrissy had levitated above him as he dropped the box of drugs you had found on the floor. This was something you had made sure to pick up before the cops showed up. Everything was coming together as if pieces to a puzzle, all of it now making sense.

"I just ran away." His voice was filled with shame and sadness. Swearing it would haunt him for the rest of his life, regretting leaving Chrissy behind.

"We are going to clear your name Eddie, we just need time" Dustin reassured him with a pat on the back. "For now, we will be back and bring you some food and some supplies."

The conversation between all of them continued and that feeling of despair began to fill your body once more. A part of you didn't want to leave Eddie alone with his anxieties but another part of you needed rest. When Steve rounded up the group, you followed in a haze to his car, not even realizing that the rest of them had helped you into the front seat. Placing your head in your hands you began to see visions of Chrissy…how her face didn't even look like her anymore. How her arms and legs seemed to have been crumpled like paper. It all began to fill your head until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Startled, you looked up and saw Steve Harrington. His comforting eyes looked at you like  you had never seen before.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if you were alright. This is a lot." His tone was soft as he spoke and it soothed your feelings of fear and sadness.

"Don't worry, you didn't scare me I just...I keep seeing her. I keep seeing her face and how she looked so scared. I keep hearing Eddie and how he sounded before he ran away." Steve placed his hand on your forearm and it was only then you really looked into his eyes.

"Y/N, it's okay. What you saw was terrible. I have seen some really bad shit but I don't think I've seen anything like Eddie saw. You are a good friend for helping us find him." You nodded your head as he spoke, suddenly feeling your eyes water.

Dustin, Max, and Robin all gave each other knowing looks watching as Steve did his best to comfort you. Max felt awful that you were now in this mess, feeling as if it was her fault because she began to enjoy being around you. Everything she touched seemed to die in her hands, so, of course, her new friend was now in danger. Robin couldn't help but notice that her best friend didn't always talk to people in such a reassuring manner as he did you. No one had gotten this treatment from him, except for maybe one person, Nancy Wheeler. Dustin's only thought was Eddie and how he prayed that his dungeon master would be safe where they left him. It appeared that the car was a bag of mixed emotions; the one thing they did share was uncertainty.

As the driver, Steve had already decided that you were the last to go home. That was when Max spoke up to say that you lived right next to her. He simply nodded and began to drive you two to Forest Hills. When pulling up Max tapped you on the shoulder.

"Y/N, I am going to go check on my mom if you need me you know where I am." You smiled at her thinking how funny that she is now worried for you.

For a while now it had been you making sure that the redhead was safe and sound. Now, she was the adult in the situation with far more experience than you could ever imagine. As she walked away, you looked around only now noticing that everyone was out of the car. Tears flowed down your cheeks as tiny hiccups escaped your lips. Looking at you, Steve felt hopeless because he knew that you were going to feel so much more sorrow. He knew he couldn't promise anything but he could be by your side. Wiping your tears away as he was doing now and letting you know it was okay to feel this way. As you continued to sob he turned his body to face you resting his elbows on the console in between.

"I'm sorry, Steve, I just haven't really felt any of this yet. I just have been going on autopilot since last night." As you spoke, he cupped your face in his big hands, wiping your last tears away and placed his hand for you to grab.

"Thank you for driving me home." Your voice trailed off as the realization that you now had to go home alone.

Being alone was something you usually cherished. The day that your mother had left for good to get into rehab was the first day you had felt the freedom of being by yourself. It was a quiet that made everything feel better but now the idea of being alone frightened you.

"Steve, could you stay the night? I just really don't want to be alone tonight. I haven't slept and…" Your voice trailed off. A smile crept on his lips as he watched you do your best to explain your feelings..

"Hey, Y/N, don't worry about it. Of course, I can stay."

You nodded as you wiped the rest of your tears off your cheeks before getting out of the car with weak knees. Steve watched almost running at the sight of your legs wobbling.

"I'm fine, just really tired." Your very first yawn now comes up as the two walk up to your trailer.

"Oh, I have a cat. I hope you aren't allergic." This fact was coming far too late as you opened the door, Bennett running up brushing himself on your leg.

"I'm sorry buddy! I know, I know you are hungry." The black cat meowed watching as you made your way to the pantry. "Do you want water or anything?" You spoke as you began to take out some glasses and a can of cat food.

"Sure, I'll take some water. I probably haven't really had enough of that today." The two of you giggled as you finished up with the cat food and began to fill the glasses with water.

Placing two ice cubes in the water, you made your way over to the wandering boy before you. A smile on your face as you watched him scan the books on the coffee table.

"Here you go. Did you need something comfy to change into? I have some Eddie's clothes around here somewhere. He's always leaving his shit around."

Steve was looking at the back of an old copy of Persuasion by Jane Austen, the sip of water he'd taken now landing back in the cup with a cough. "So you and Eddie, are you two really close?"

At this moment you had no idea what the root of this question was. Steve was very much jealous of the idea that Eddie was able to leave things at your place. His eyes locked on your’s as he placed the book back where it had been sitting before. His body now leaning against the side of the couch you smirked at the question.

"I've known Eddie for a long time. He was my first friend when I moved here with my parents. When they left, he was the one thing that stayed constant in my life, so I found comfort in that. He is like a brother to me." If you weren't in the room staring at him with your clear blue eyes, he would've let out a sigh of relief.

Instead, he kept all his cool and nodded his head as if to say cool, cool. His eyes following you as you made your way to the back room.

"I'm going to change because I can't stand being in these clothes for another day." A small laugh left your lips as you closed the door, only a slit of light showing as he tried his best not to look in that direction.

In a moment of weakness, he noticed your bare back was the only thing peeking through the crack as you changed into a pair of boxers and a t-shirt with Bruce Springsteen on it. Bennett was making eyes at the boy, not sure if he could trust this handsome stranger or not.

"Okay, so I have a ton of blankets and pillows to make your stay just a little bit more comfortable. Do you wanna sleep on the couch?" You were already pulling blankets out of what appeared to be a wicker basket. "Let me get some pillows from my room. I sleep with more than is needed." You smiled, causing him to place his hand on your forearm.

"I'm just fine, don't worry about it. Go get some rest, I'll see you in the morning. If you need me, I'll be here." Each time you felt his touch, it made parts of your brain just feel calmer.

No more need to babble on about blankets and pillows when he was right there with that smile on his face. It was at this moment that you knew you wanted to know everything there was to know about the new Steve Harrington. You nodded as he let go of your arm and began to settle into the couch.

"Alright, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Steve." "Good night, Y/N."

Steve began to take off his shoes and jacket, placing them neatly near the lounge chair next to him. Lifting the blanket that you had placed on the couch and settling into the soft feeling of pillows. Next to him was that same book Persuasion by Jane Austen, from what he could tell it seemed to be some type of romance book. The picture of you curled up in the chair closest to him with the book in your lap made him close his eyes with a peaceful smile.

While Steve was out there painting images of you, you were lying in bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling as your brain couldn't stop thinking. It felt as if several voices were speaking at once about all different things. Flashes of Chrissy's face when you found her, Eddie's eyes as he pleaded with you all, and then Max as she spoke so surely of the horrors in Hawkins. All of it overcame you until you shot up and yelled for the only person around.

"Steve!" Your voice was shaky as you spoke.

"Y/N?" He had been half asleep until he heard you shout his name in the darkness. At first, he wasn't sure if he had actually fallen asleep and was dreaming but then you spoke again.

"Could you… umm… lay next to me?" Those words sent him on his feet in a fairly quick manner.

Before you could even explain he was already in the room with you. "Oh god, were you sleeping? I'm sorry." "Don't worry about it." As you opened the covers for him to slide the two of you smiled.

It only took a few minutes for you both to get comfortable and once you had the voices in your head became quiet. As both of you began to fall asleep his hand found yours and you gave it a tiny squeeze. A tiny hum of happiness was the last thing heard before drifting off. Despite all the uncertainty, Steve and you both felt a sense of calm, but the nightmares would come like they always did and tomorrow was still a new day of fighting monsters.

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I’m honestly surprised I’m not requesting smut lmaooo but can I make a request for rio plssss?? I want 18 from fluff and 1&3 from the bonus section, but it be the reader punching beth cause I really don’t like her 😂

warning: pregnancy

*gif not mine*

You were in no mood for Beth Boland’s shenanigans

And yet what were you currently dealing with?

Beth Boland’s shenanigans

You stood on the right side of Rio, Mick was on the left, as Beth delivered yet another monologue about how she was a mother and therefore the rules didn’t apply to her

Ruby and Annie were next to her, looking uncomfortable and nervous--the way they always did during drops

“I can’t just drop everything and run out to pick up product,” she was saying for what felt like the 10th time in the last month, “I have children! I have a family!”

You bit your lip, trying to keep yourself from telling her that you and Rio had a family too

Instinctively, you put a hand over your stomach

It was still early, and you hadn’t told Rio, but

your family was growing

“I can’t just run out in the middle of the day--I have PTO, and bake sales, and recitals and after school play dates and--”

“--Why don’t you stop making excuses and start paying me my money on time?” Rio interrupted, unamused

Beth huffed. “I’m not one of your gang-banging little homies, okay? I can’t run out in the middle of the school day to meet you--”

“--But you are,” Rio said, “you’re a drug dealer, you’re just a step away from banging, Elizabeth. Just like me.”

Her jaw dropped, offended

“I am nothing like you!” She spat. “I am a mother, and a wife, I have people who care about me! I do Girl Scout meetings and school events and trips to the zoo--I’m a part of society! If something happened to me, people would care. If something happened to you, no one would notice, except maybe the FBI, and even then, they’d be happy to see you six feet under--”

In a second, Beth was thrown onto her ass, screaming as she hit the ground

Annie and Ruby screamed too, and held onto each other, eyes wide

You stood above Beth, your fist aching

Mick whistled lowly behind you

“Oh my God! Beth!” Ruby gasped.

“Why did you punch her?!” Annie screamed, her eyebrows knitted as she glared/stared at you. 

“I dunno,” you shook your hand, “Why does anyone do anything?”

Rio stepped up to you, taking your hand in his and examining it

“You okay?” He asked you, his eyes soft

Beth scrambled up to her feet, hair wild and eyes wide. Her cheek was already reddening and swelling

“Her? What about me?!” She cried, putting her hand over her face. “You could have broken my nose!”

“But she didn’t,” Annie said timidly, “so let’s just go ahead and call this a win and just go home...”

“Not before you give us a down payment,” you said back, “for making us wait. Empty your wallets.”

Ruby and Annie moved quickly, emptying out their wallets, pockets, and purses, and handing the contents to you and Mick

“Sorry,” Annie murmured as she dropped a handful of sticky quarters int your hand

“This is so unprofessional,” Beth was still going on, glaring over at Rio now, “Are you really going to let this happen? I thought you were the big boss--”

You whipped your gun out and pointed it at Beth, and she immediately shut up

“Just give me the word,” you growled to Rio

“You’d shoot her?” Rio asked back, not at all concerned with this quick turn of events. “For me?”

“Hell yeah, I’d kill for you,” you looked over at him, and your heart flipped in your chest when you saw the way he was looking at you

Like you were the only other person in the room, in the world

He smiled, putting his hand on yours, lowering the gun

“It’s all good, babe, relax.”

“I won’t forget this,” Beth said once your gun was holstered, “He taught me how to use a gun--”

“--Yeah, he taught me too in, like, the 10th grade,” you drawled

“--and I will shoot you if I have to,” she finished

Normally, her threat would have either annoyed or enraged you

But the idea of her not only threatening Rio, but you, and the little life inside of you, had your blood going cold

So when you spoke, you didn’t think, you just opened your mouth and let the words spill out

 “I’m pregnant.”  

Beth stopped talking, Ruby and Annie both looked like their eyes were gonna pop out of their heads, and Mick actually gasped, his hand going to his throat (his invisible pearls?)

Rio was staring at you

“Mick,” he said, eyes still on you, “Get the money and set up a meet time. Sometime next week. In the a.m,” he turned back towards Beth for a moment, “Cancel your bake sale if you have to, just don’t be late, and have my money.”

He took your hand in his and led you out of the warehouse, opening the car door for you

He stood beside you as you got in, those dark eyes on yours

“You for real?”

You nodded.

His big hand went to your stomach, pressing down on it gently, a smiling growing on his face

“... thank you.”

He kissed you, and you smiled into the kiss

“I’ll be right back, baby,” he promised, turning and heading back into the warehouse

You saw him pull out his gold gun, and you knew he’d be sticking it under Beth’s chin in a matter of seconds

You grinned at the thought of it

Your child’s father was very protective of you both, 

and you loved it

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Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think! I might nap soon...or at the very least, eat something. 

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The Supernatural 70s: Part I - Corruption of An Innocent

"We're mutants. There's something wrong with us, something very, very wrong with us. Something seriously wrong with us - we're soldiers writers."

-- with apologies to the screenwriter of "Stripes"

Dear reader, I have the darkest of revelations to make to you, a truth when fully and wholly disclosed shall most assuredly chill you to the bone, a tale that shall make you question all that you hold to be true and good and holy about my personal history. While you may have come in search of that narrative designer best known for his works of interactive high fantasy, you should know that he is also a crafter of a darker art, a scribbler of twisted tales filled with ghosts, and ghouls, and gargoyles. I am, dear innocent, a devotee of horrors! Mwahahahaha!

[cue thunderclap, lightning, pipe organ music]

Given the genre of writing for which most of you know me, I forgive you if you think of me principally as a fantasy writer. I don't object to that classification because I do enjoy mucking about with magic and dark woods and mysterious ancient civilizations. But if you are to truly know who I am as a writer, you must realize that the image I hold of myself is principally as a creator of weird tales.

To understand how and why I came to be drawn to this sub-genre of fantastic fiction, you first must understand that I come from peculiar folks. Maybe I don't have the Ipswich look, or I didn't grow up in a castle, but my pedigree for oddity has been there from the start. My mother was declared dead at birth by her doctor, and often heard voices calling to her in the dead of night that no one else could hear. Her mother would periodically ring us up to discuss events in our lives about which she couldn't possibly have known. My father's people still share ghost stories about a family homestead that burned down mysteriously in the 1960s. Even my older brother has outré memories about events he says cannot possibly be true, and as a kid was kicked off the Tulsa city bookmobile for attempting to check out books about UFOs, bigfoot, and ESP. It's fair to say I was doomed - or destined - for weirdness from the start.

If the above listed circumstances had not been enough, I grew up in an area where neighbors whispered stories about a horrifically deformed Bulldog Man who stalked kids who "parked" on the Old North Road near my house. The state in which I was raised was rife with legends of bigfoots, deer women, and devil men. Even in my childhood household there existed a pantheon of mythological entities invented explicitly to keep me in line. If I was a good boy, The Repairman would leave me little gifts of Hot Wheels cars or candy. If I was being terrible, however, my father would dress in a skeleton costume, rise from the basement and threaten to drag me down into everlasting hellfire (evidently there was a secret portal in our basement.) There were monsters, monsters EVERYWHERE I looked in my childhood world. Given that I was told as a fledgling writer to write what I knew, how could anyone have been surprised that the first stories I wrote were filled with the supernatural?

"The Nightmare" by John Henry Fuseli (1781)

My formative years during the late sixties and early seventies took place at a strange juncture in our American cultural history. At the same time that we were loudly proclaiming the supremacy of scientific thought because we'd landed men on the moon, we were also in the midst of a counter cultural explosion of interest in astrology, witchcraft, ghosts, extra sensory perception, and flying saucers. Occult-related books were flying off the shelves as sales surged by more than 100% between 1966 and 1969. Cultural historians would come to refer to this is as the "occult boom," and its aftershocks would impact popular cultural for decades to come.

My first contact with tales of the supernatural were innocuous, largely sanitized for consumption by children. I vividly remember watching Casper the Friendly Ghost and the Disney version of the Legend of Sleepy Hollow. I read to shreds numerous copies of both Where the Wild Things Are and Gus the Ghost. Likely the most important exposure for me was to the original Scooby Doo, Where Are You? cartoon which attempted to inoculate us from our fears of ghosts and aliens by convincing us that ultimately the monster was always just a bad man in a mask. (It's fascinating to me that modern incarnations of Scooby Doo seem to have completely lost this point and instead make all the monsters real.)

ABOVE: Although the original cartoon Scooby Doo, Where Are You? ran only for one season from 1969 to 1970, it remained in heavy reruns and syndication for decades. It is notable for having been a program that perfectly embodied the conflict between reason and superstition in popular culture, and was originally intended to provide children with critical thinking skills so they would reject the idea of monsters, ghosts, and the like. Ironically, modern takes on Scooby Doo have almost entirely subverted this idea and usually present the culprits of their mysteries as real monsters.

During that same time, television also introduced me to my first onscreen crush in the form of the beautiful and charming Samantha Stevens, a witch who struggles to not to use her powers while married to a frequently intolerant mortal advertising executive in Bewitched. The Munsters and The Addams Family gave me my first taste for "goth" living even before it would become all the rage in the dance clubs of the 1980s. Late night movies on TV would bring all the important horror classics of the past in my living room as Dracula, Frankenstein, the Wolf Man, the Invisible Man, the Phantom of the Opera, The Creature from the Black Lagoon, and Godzilla all became childhood friends. Over time the darkened castles, creaking doors, foggy graveyards, howling wolves, and ever present witches and vampires became so engrained in my psyche that today they remain the "comfort viewing" to which I retreat when I'm sick or in need of other distractions from modern life.

ABOVE: Elizabeth Montgomery starred in Bewitched (1964 - 1972) as Samantha Stephens, a witch who married "mortal" advertising executive Darren Stephens (played for the first five seasons by actor Dick York). Inspired by movies like I Married a Witch (1942) and Bell, Book and Candle (1958), it was a long running series that explored the complex relationship dynamics between those who possess magic and those who don't. Social commentators have referred to it as an allegory both for mixed marriages and also about the challenges faced by minorities, homosexuals, cultural deviants, or generally creative folks in a non heterogeneous community. It was also one of the first American television programs to portray witches not as worshippers of Satan, but simply as a group of people ostracized for their culture and their supernatural skills.

Even before I began elementary school, there was one piece of must-see gothic horror programming that I went out of my way to catch every day. Dark Shadows aired at 3:30 p.m. on our local ABC affiliate in Tulsa, Oklahoma which usually allowed me to catch most of it if I ran home from school (or even more if my mom or brother picked me up.) In theory it was a soap opera, but the show featured a regular parade of supernatural characters and themes. The lead was a 175 year old vampire named Barnabas Collins (played by Johnathan Frid), and the show revolved around his timeless pursuit of his lost love, Josette. It was also a program that regularly dealt with reincarnation, precognition, werewolves, time travel, witchcraft, and other occult themes. Though it regularly provoked criticism from religious groups about its content, it ran from June of 1966 until it's final cancellation in April of 1971. (I would discover it in the early 1970s as it ran in syndication.) Dark Shadows would spin off two feature-length movies based on the original, a series of tie-in novels, an excellent reboot series in 1991 (starring Ben Cross as Barnabas), and a positively embarrassingly awful movie directed by Tim Burton in 1991.

ABOVE: Johnathan Frid starred as Barnabas Collins, one of the leading characters of the original Dark Shadows television series. The influence of the series cannot be understated. In many ways Dark Shadows paved the way for the inclusion of supernatural elements in other soap operas of the 1970s and the 1980s, and was largely responsible for the explosion of romance novels featuring supernatural themes over the same time period.

While Dark Shadows was a favorite early television program for me, another show would prove not only to be a borderline obsession, but also a major influence on my career as a storyteller. Night Gallery (1969-1973) was a weekly anthology television show from Rod Serling, better known as the creator and host of the original Twilight Zone. Like Twilight Zone before it, Night Gallery was a deep and complex commentary on the human condition, but unlike its predecessor the outcomes for the characters almost always skewed towards the horrific and the truly outré. In "The Painted Mirror," an antiques dealer uses a magic painting to trap an enemy in the prehistoric past. Jack Cassidy plots to use astral projection to kill his romantic rival in "The Last Laurel" but accidentally ends up killing himself. In "Eyes" a young Stephen Spielberg directs Joan Crawford in a story about an entitled rich woman who plots to take the sight of a poor man. Week after week it delivered some of the best-written horror television of the early 1970s.

In retrospect I find it surprising that I was allowed to watch Night Gallery at all. I was very young while it was airing, and some of the content was dark and often quite shocking for its time. Nevertheless, I was so attached to the show that I'd throw a literal temper tantrum if I missed a single, solitary episode. If our family needed to go somewhere on an evening that Night Gallery was scheduled, either my parents would either have to wait until after it had aired before we left, or they'd make arrangements in advance with whomever we were visiting to make sure it was okay that I could watch Night Gallery there. I was, in a word, a fanatic.

ABOVE: Every segment of Night Gallery was introduced by series creator Rod Serling standing before a painting created explicitly for the series. Director Guillermo del Toro credits Serling's series as being the most important and influential show on his own work, even more so than the more famous Twilight Zone.

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We know that The Americans is homophobic because it's a refined textbook example of queer relationships except they're all straight as far as we can tell. (Six seasons of seducing targets & learning their deepest secrets and not ONE of them was gay? unrealistic)

Please do me a solid and rate the gay energies of the mains on this show so we can know where we were truly robbed

@korusalka Thank you for this perfect ask that only you and I and perhaps two other people will be able to understand. (Warning for spoilers.)

Elizabeth Jennings: we gotta start with our main duo here and I gotta say that Elizabeth’s behavior from the beginning to the finale screams of closeted internalized homophobia lesbian behavior. would I make her a kinsey 6 on this version of the show? no because she loves Philip and their love drives me insane. But would I assign her a kinsey 6 on a version of the show without period typical homophobia where she’s undercover with a wife in the US instead and everything else is the same? Would I assign her a kinsey 6 in the version of the show I sometimes watch in my head where Philip is unacknowlegedly a trans lesbian? Yes. This woman is simply a lesbian going on a crusade because she’s not allowed to realize she’s gay. In the good version of THIS show however, we would’ve seen her seduce one woman mark for a mission. she goes into it cold and “acting” as always and we see through keri’s facial acting how disarmed and pleasantly surprised she is by the tenderness as things get going and she ends up having an amazing orgasm she did NOT expect. She goes home shaken by how real it was. She is cold and distant when Philip tries to comfort her. This is never mentioned in the show again.

Philip Jennings: see above. Philip Jennings exhibits so many lesbian behaviors that I’m almost ready to just assign him lesbian. but let’s take a step back into reality and not just go for the lesbians AU version of the show: This man would have been comfortably and openly bisexual had he not been fucked up by the KGB. He’d have absolutely no problem with it. He should’ve been dating state department guys on the show tbh, which would send Elizabeth on all sorts of new jealousy spirals like “fuck I was jealous of Martha and now I have to compete with state department twinks??”

Martha: controversially? I believe this to be a straight woman. I mean no one is 100% straight. Martha definitely “experimented” in college and one time she and Clark would have a threesome because Marta wants to spice things up and Clark notices that perhaps Martha seems like she is enjoying making out with this woman in the threesome aaaaa lot. But anyway, she really is genuinely fairly straight. She simply puts up with Clark’s drug dealer boyfriend behavior in a way that is “please please straight girl let me help you want better!”

Stan: same as Elizabeth except replace the Soviet style communism with American conservatism as the force that’s keeping him from even considering that he’s 100% gay. This is a man whose drama is fueled by not realizing he’s a kinsey 6. The failed marriage? The desire to do undercover work? The dedication to his work and his brotherhood-dominated workplace? The avenging his partner complex? The way he is with Philip? All of this drama could have been avoided if stan kissed a boy. He’s never thought about it. Good version of the show we see him checking out Philip in the showers once without meaning to and getting turned on and crying in his car about it, banging his head on the steering wheel. It is never mentioned again.

Nina: cool bisexual for sure. in the good version of the show she’s actually shopping for cool music to send back to her gf and that’s how her whole drama starts and it makes stan’s blackmail that much worse. not to bring an “orange is the new black” vibe to this but in the good version of the show she also later has a tender and brief romance in prison with an older woman who’s in there for doing Cool Journalism. They’re terrified and they cling to each other

Oleg: a gay ally. He’s been to gay clubs in DuPont circle with his gay American friends and is “charmed by the culture.” When Nina comes clean to him about the “I had a gf” aspect of her story, he simply says “oh. I love Freddie Mercury.”

Gabriel: His tragic backstory is that he was in unrequited love with an agent he was managing and the agent died on the job and Gabriel has been blaming himself for it for over a decade and everything he does is motivated by that.

Claudia: she’s straight and homophobic and offended by how universally people just assume she’s a lesbian. In the “gay people exist” version of the show Gabriel tries to commiserate with her about his gay backstory and she’s like “there is no homosexuality in the USSR! I am not gay!” There are several clues dropped to us, the audience, that she is another closeted gay but this is never fully explored or confirmed

Paige: I wasn’t gonna include the kids but it’s really important to note that a bunch of my friends in high school got into that exact brand of cool Christianity (the evangelizers literally used Sufjan Stevens to lure them in). They are all lesbians now including two who thought they were cishet men at the time. This girl is on a clear trajectory

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The House of D

As one of his final acts in office, Mayor Jimmy Walker broke ground in 1932 for the New York City House of Detention for Women, built on the site of the old Jefferson Market jail in Greenwich Village and colloquially known as the House of D. According to sociologist Sara Harris’ Hellhole (on John Waters’ list of recommended reading), It was intended as a model of prison reform. Opened in 1934, the twelve-story monolith of brownish brick with art deco flourishes loomed behind the old Jefferson Market courthouse on Sixth Avenue, looking more like a stylish if somewhat cheerless apartment building than a prison. Windows were meshed instead of barred, and the one sign on its exterior merely gave the address, “Number Ten Greenwich Avenue.” There were toilets and hot and cold running water in all four hundred cells, and it was going to focus on rehabilitating its inmates – prostitutes, vagrants, alcoholics and/or drug addicts – rather than merely punishing them. From the start the reality was at variance with the intentions, and the facility quickly became infamous as a combination of Bedlam and Bastille. Within a decade it was chronically overcrowded with a volatile mix of inmates: women who couldn’t make bail awaiting trials that were sometimes months off, women already convicted and serving time, alcoholics and addicts, the mentally ill, violent lesbian tops, street gang girls, hookers and other lifelong multiple offenders, and teenagers spending their first nights behind bars. Tougher, more experienced prisoners brutalized and sexually assaulted the weak and inexperienced. So, of course, did the staff. The halls rang with the howls of inmates suffering the agonies of drug or alcohol withdrawal. There were cockroaches and mice in the cells and worms in the food. Village lesbians called it the Country Club and the Snake Pit. The IWW organizer Elizabeth Gurley Flynn did time in the House of D, as did accused spy Ethel Rosenberg and Warhol shooter Valerie Solanas. In 1957, Dorothy Day, founder of the Catholic Worker movement, spent thirty days there for staying on the street during a civil defense air raid drill. Her ban-the-bomb supporters picketed outside every day from noon to two; the Times called them “possibly the most peaceful pickets in the city.”

Despite its bland exterior, the House of D made its presence very known in the neighborhood through the daily ritual of inmates yelling out the windows or down from the exercise area on the roof to the boyfriends, girlfriends, dealers and pimps perpetually loitering on the Greenwich Avenue sidewalk – a carnivalesque Village tradition for almost forty years. Waters first caught the spectacle in the early 1960s. “It was amazing. No one can ever imagine what that was like. All the hookers would be screaming out the windows, ‘Hey Jimbo!’ And all the pimps would be down on the sidewalk yelling stuff.” Writer and film producer Jeremiah Newton initially encountered it at around the same time. “It was this huge, monolithic building, looking like the building the Morlocks dragged the Time Machine into, and the girls were always yelling down, screaming obscenities and throwing things out the window. It was the biggest building there. I sat on a stoop watching the people walk by. I’d never seen anything quite like it before.” The Village writer Grace Paley lived near the facility in the 1950s and 1960s, and walked her kids past it regularly. She wrote that “we would often have to thread our way through whole families calling up – bellowing, screaming up to the third, seventh, tenth floor, to figures, shadows behind bars and screened windows, How you feeling? Here’s Glena. She got big. Mami mami, you like my dress? We gettin you out baby. New lawyer come by.”

Women arrested at antiwar rallies during the Vietnam era found themselves locked up in the House of D with the hookers, junkies, crazies and butch lesbians. On Saturday, February 20 1965, two eighteen-year-old college students, Lisa Goldrosen of Bard and Andrea Dworkin of Bennington, were arrested during an antiwar protest at the UN and sent to the House of D. There, they later testified, they were brutally mistreated and humiliated by male doctors “examining” them for venereal diseases, and forced constantly to fend off the rough advances of other inmates. They were not allowed to use a telephone until Monday. That March, the New York Post ran an exposé based on their testimony. They didn’t experience anything other women hadn’t for thirty years by then, but in the 1960s those other inmates were overwhelmingly poor black and Hispanic women. Dworkin and Goldrosen were white, middle-class college coeds. As so often happens, that’s what it took to generate public outrage.

When Grace Paley herself was arrested at another war protest some months later, she was detained in the facility. Conditions had slightly improved in light of the outcry the Post had stirred up. Paley had been arrested before at antiwar protests, but it had always resulted in at worst overnight stays. This time a judge threw the book at her and gave her six days. “He thought I was old enough to know better,” she later wrote, “a forty-five year old woman, a mother and teacher. I ought to be too busy to waste time on causes I couldn’t possibly understand.” At least she could look out her cell window and watch her kids walking to school.

In October 1970, Angela Davis was arrested in the Howard Johnson Motor Lodge at Eighth Avenue and Fifty-First Street and taken to the House of D. It was not her first time in Greenwich Village. She was born in 1944 in Birmingham, Alabama, where her father was a car mechanic and her mother was a teacher and a civil rights activist. They lived in a black neighborhood called Dynamite Hill because the Klan had firebombed so many homes there. With help from the American Friends, she and her mother moved to New York, where her mother studied for her Masters at NYU while Angela attended Elisabeth Irwin High School in the Village. She went on to study philosophy at Brandeis, the Sorbonne, and at the University of California, earning her Ph.D. One of her teachers was Herbert Marcuse. By the late 1960s she was an avowed Communist, a member of the Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee and affiliated with the Black Panthers. She lectured in philosophy at UCLA until 1969, when her Communist and radical affiliations got her fired.

In August of 1970 a black teen named Jonathan Jackson took over a Marin County courtroom and demanded the release of his older brother, Panther member George Jackson, from nearby Soledad prison. He took the judge, the district attorney and three jurors hostage. In the attempted getaway, Jackson, the judge and one other person were shot and killed. When police discovered that Davis, who knew George Jackson, was the registered owner of Jonathan’s weapon, she was charged as an accomplice to murder, a capital crime in California. She fled the state, which put her on the FBI’s most wanted list. A beautiful twenty-six-year-old with a huge and magnificent Afro, she became a global pop star of the revolution a la Che Guevara. When the FBI arrested her she’d spent a few days walking openly in Times Square, unrecognized because she’d slicked down the Afro and dressed like an office worker.

Within thirty minutes of her being locked up in the House of D a crowd of protesters began to gather outside the monolith, chanting; prisoners stood in their windows and chanted along, their fists raised. The NYPD sent a Tactical Defense Force unit – riot police – and House of D officials turned off all the lights inside, hoping to quiet things down. Instead, women set small fires in their cells, and demonstrators cheered the flickerings in the windows. They dispersed without major incident. Placed in isolation, Davis went on a ten-day hunger strike. She spent nine weeks in the facility while fighting extradition to California, where, she was quite convinced, she’d be convicted and put to death. In fact she would be acquitted of all charges in a San Francisco courtroom in 1972, after spending eighteen months behind bars.

Davis was the facility’s last celebrity tenant. Through the 1950s and 1960s, Greenwich Village civic and neighborhood groups had constantly called for the facility to be removed to some location more appropriate, which is to say far away from where they lived and walked their children to school. More liberal souls in the neighborhood thought it should stay, fearing that if the women were shifted to some more isolated location they might be all the more easily mistreated. Before he wrote the hit Broadway musicals Hello, Dolly! and La Cage aux Folles, Villager Jerry Herman wrote a satirical revue called Parade, which included a song about the House of D controversy:

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Keep her and shield her from all who wish her harm

Don’t tear down the House of Detention

Cornerstone of Greenwich Village charm…

So I say fie, fie to the cynic

Know that there’s love in these hallowed walls of brown

There’s love in the laundry, there’s love in the showers,

There’s love in the clinic

'Twas built with love, my lovely house in town

Save the tramp, the pusher and the souse

Would you trade love for an apartment house?

Dworkin and Goldrosen’s testimony before a commission studying conditions at the House of D helped lead to its being shut down in 1971. Inmates were moved to a new facility on Rikers Island. After some debate about possible new uses for the Village monolith, it was simply torn down in 1973. The site is now a small, fenced-in garden. In 1974 Tom Eyen’s spoofy play Women Behind Bars, set in the House of D in the 1950s, premiered. John Waters’ star Divine performed in a later production.

by John Strausbaugh