#I always feel bad writing Chrissy dying
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munsonsmixtapes · 2 months ago
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hellooo could you write something that goes like teacher eddie munson hooked up with student reader and they don’t talk with eachother anymore and the reader is sad because she thinks that he doesn’t care about her anymore and sees chrissy flirting with him and so she thinks that he’s in a relationship with chrissy and she avoids him every now and then but in the end eddie and the reader gets back together (PLEASE WRITE THIS IM DESPERATE I LOVE UR WORK BTW🥰🥰)
You knew the whole thing was wrong from the very beginning, but you couldn’t help it. Him being older and your teacher made him that much more appealing. It was just once, but it lived in your head rent free every second of every day. You can still hear his moans ringing in your ear and as much as you try your best to chase the high, you just couldn’t. You wanted to get over him by getting under someone else, but it was impossible. 
Especially when you saw him every week when you sat in his class. Every time you saw him as his podium, images of him bending you over it as he fucked you from behind, telling you just how bad of a girl. You could practically still feel the sting of where he smacked your ass over and over, making it damn near impossible to focus on anything he was saying. 
You hated that you had fallen for him so easily. But he didn’t seem to feel the same as he had never called you after you had given him his number. And seeing him flirting with Chrissy Cunningham after class and the way he was staring at her, you knew that whatever you and Professor Munson had was over. 
You don’t know why, but you get it in your head that they’re together as you watch them, slowly making your way towards the door. They’re giggling about something and you can’t help but feel your blood boil, wanting to tell them to at least have the decency to do that in his office.
But you don’t. You can’t without revealing that you had a thing with him previously. So you flee the room and head down the hall, grateful that you don’t have anymore classes so you can go home and pout. You know it’s silly, and maybe a little stupid, but you got attached to him and even though he had every right to see whoever he wants, it hurts. Especially since the girl he’s seeing is another student.
So you go home and drown yourself in ice cream and tears as you watch the movie Eddie had put on that night. You just can’t get yourself to let go of him. You don’t know why since he was quick to throw you aside for someone else. And that got you thinking about how many other girls he had done that to. 
You’re about to storm down to his office when there’s a knock at your door. You slowly get up to answer it, unsure of who would show up at that hour and you start to think you’re hallucinating when you look through the peephole and see Eddie on the other side. 
You unlock the door and rip it open, feeling your heart suddenly melt as he puts on that smile that always makes your knees weak. But it quickly falters once he takes in your tear stained cheeks. 
“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asks, his voice soft, and you hate how easy it is for you to forgive him. You feel so pathetic, hating how easy it is for him to play you. 
“Nothing,” you turn your head away from him, crossing your arms over your chest. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk,” he replies, reaching out to take your hand, but you step away out of his reach. 
“About what? You really shouldn’t be here,” you tell him. “Chrissy wouldn’t like it.” 
Eddie’s eyebrows furrow at your words. What does Chrissy have to do with any of this? He had seen you watch the two of them after class, but it had been nothing but a student talking to a teacher. He doesn’t even see her like that anyway as he only has eyes for you. 
Just when you think the whole thing can’t get any worse, Eddie laughs. He laughs. And the sound echoes in your brain, making you somehow feel even more embarrassed. 
“What are you talking about?” He asks, the laughter dying down into a light chuckle. “Chrissy and I aren’t together. I-I came over here to see you.”
“Really? And for what reason would that be for exactly?” You ask and Eddie laughs again. He hates that your mad at him and is trying his best to lighten the mood. 
“To see you,” he says as if it should be obvious and it is. “I wanted to tell you how good of a time I had the other night.” He’s been thinking about it ever since and he knows he should have said something earlier, but he had assignments to grade and time just got away from him. But he’s here now and really hopes that you’ll give him a second chance.
“The other night, as in over two weeks ago? You couldn’t have just texted me that?” 
“I got a new phone and a lot of the numbers from my old one didn’t transfer over.” He holds up the phone he had in his jacket pocket and you notice that it’s completely different from the one you had put your phone number into. 
“Eddie,” you sigh, stepping closer to him. “I’m so sorry. I feel so stupid.” And you do, so much so that you almost want to run. But you can’t as his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you closer.
“No,” he shakes his head. “I would be mad if the roles were reversed. So I don’t blame you at all. And the real reason I came over was to ask you out. Because I like you and don’t want what we have to be a one night stand.” 
“I don’t either,” you reply and he pulls you in for a kiss, the two of you smiling into it as you pull him inside, slamming the door behind you as you lead him to the bedroom where you spend the rest of the night until the early morning, whispering “I love you’s” over and over until they didn’t even sound like words anymore.
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Baby, I Got Sick This Morning
Chapter 10 I wanna lay you down in a bed of roses (For tonight I sleep on a bed of nails)
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Word Count: 56,393
Status: On Going
Chapter Summary: Our boys take a break, Steve gets some rest, there is talking and- not talking. Beware Teddy Bears, for they are fierce ❤
Chapter Notes: Yes, sorry for the late update. Health has been dragging me down and I've stayed busy with work on top of it. But I hope this chapter finds you all well!
Thank you to my partner for his support and to my amazing beta, Leti, who could use all the love right now ❤ go read and support her fics on @leticheecopae! Tell her Harle sent you ❤
The next update may take 2 to 4 weeks, hopefully not that long but I like to let people know what to expect as I'm writing as I go.
Thank you all for hanging in there with me ❤ your support means a lot!
Story Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.
Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.
Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?
Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.
As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤
Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much
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phoenixwrites · 6 months ago
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How do you keep yourself from feeling down about your haters/anti your ships?
There’s these (literally) 5 girls who think they’re the queens of my current small fandom and their hate is starting to get to me even though I try to let it roll off my back.
How do you do it, Phoenix?🥺 How do you keep the Plastics from ruining your fandoms and ships?
Oh goodness, Sass, I'm so sorry. I've been in my fair share of fandom dramas (the worst being last summer) and it's never an easy thing to deal with.
I want to gently correct you, though. The hate DOES get to me. Last summer, there were anons in my inbox telling me I deserved to be sexually assaulted as a child because I support dark fic writers. There were anons calling me a pedophile. There is a 600 note reblog going around the Stranger Things fandom claiming I was a pedophile. I was suicidal at that point, because it was triggering as hell.
But at the same time, I refused to give up MY tumblr space because of bullies. This is my blog. I've had it since 2011, it has been a space of freeverse, of gossip, of art, and of joy. I will not change that for the satisfaction of a few teenagers who think TikTok is activism.
I got through it a few ways.
Turn off anons. I am a stubborn bitch and I only turned my anon off once during that period, right after someone told me I deserved being assaulted at seven years old. I turned it off for one night then turned it right back on, because I hated limiting access to my lovely anons because of bullies--same reason I haven't privatized my AO3 account, even though AI very likely will steal my work. I hate the thought of some anon who reads my fics for comfort being denied access to them. But that's my thing. Turning off anon is the best way to shut off their power to hurt you. If you don't want to turn off anon, delete their messages. I am CHOOSY about which anons I answer. They are reaching out to me, on MY blog, it's my decision whether I deign to answer them or not. If I'm in the right mood for it, I might be trolly and snarky. If they're sweet, I love to hear from them. But I delete just as many as I answer.
Get off the internet. The internet is my space where I can zone out and do whatever I want. Sometimes that means watching a carefully curated selection of TV shows while writing fanfic. Sometimes it means doing TV show meta. Sometimes it's just goofing off. But the internet is chocolate, it's a lovely sweet treat. But if you have nothing but chocolate, you will get sick. Take walks. Go outside. Forget online drama (it's never that serious), enjoy your offline friends, snuggle your furry friends, go out for a cup of coffee and read a book.
Curate your experience. If you see someone with an absolutely RANCID take--like how Eddie wasn't flirting outrageously with Chrissy (sure jan) or Neal was a rapist, whatever. Don't engage, don't comment, don't reblog. BLOCK THOSE BITCHES. Block the people who make you feel weird. Block someone who used to be in your fandom but has moved onto reblogging something that annoys you. Block, block, block. Or use tumblr savior assiduously. When it was really bad in Hellcheer land, I watched Smallville and blogged about it until I felt ready to play in Hellcheer again.
At the end of last summer, the hate started dying off for a couple of reasons.
One, school was starting (yes, I do believe the majority of these bitchy anons are bored children, they ALWAYS have an uptick during school breaks).
Two, I got a book deal. I was too thrilled with my success and though they tried to threaten me, it didn't have much of a sting. My publisher and agent don't give a shit about the latest fandom drama. My editor LOVES horror and darklit.
Three, I fell in love. I have an incredibly wonderful partner who is a writer too (for television! I used to write fanfic for a show he worked on! :D). Autumn was an incredibly wonderful season of joy for me (minus my then-work troubles) which bled into a romantic winter, a challenging spring, and now it's becoming a lovely summer.
I had a bunch of lovely things happen to me that made me realize that the internet is actually quite small. It doesn't matter if STEDDIELOVER69 hates me or believes I'm a pedophile. What matters is that there are plenty of other folks who love reading my work, who like hearing my thoughts, who enjoy my VQ gossip, and those are the people I want to engage with.
Those folks don't know you and the joy you experience every day. Keep that joy close to your heart, as closely as they keep their own bitterness and cruelty.
You'll be all right, love. I promise it gets better.
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sunnylands-world · 2 years ago
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Could you maybe write a Eddie munson Eddie dying fic pls and thank you❤
Still holding you
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Pairing: Eddie Munson x fem reader
Summary: Eddie turns back leaving you without him…
Word count: 876
Warning: angst, death
Universe: Hawkins
A/n: I feel like this is really bad and for that I'm sorry 🤍
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You both were supposed to climb through, but when you looked back Eddie was directed downward. Dustin called after him and he said he'd be back but you knew Eddie, and you figured out why he went back. You saw the look before he turned to head in the opposite direction. You didn't have time to argue with him or tell him not to go and you cursed, jumping back through.
The fall to the floor shot pain through you but it didn't matter because you were chasing Eddie and his stupid ass. He had told you about how what happened with Chrissy still hurt him and you reassured him, telling him there was nothing he could do and that's when the argument started…
Flashback
"Eddie, there was nothing you could have done about her dying," you sighed, clutching his hand.
"No, I should have tried instead of freaking out and shit. Someone should have and I was there!" He lashed out, standing with tears filling his eyes. You shook your head in disagreement.
"This wasn't a moment you could have helped Eddie. Think about all the other amazing things you " you smiled but he rolled his eyes.
"I always run, I mean- shit I shouldn't be such a pushover!" he expresses, pacing the room.
"Eddie, it's okay to run. No one is judging you. We're human and we get scared. That's normal. You don't have to prove anything " you say, stretching to grab his wrist, but he jerks it away.
"But I don't want to be a runner. I want to be able to say I hung around and fought," he says, turning to leave. You only chase him to the door, jumping when it closes.
End
That was the last time you spoke before the plan was made and you knew when you saw him he wasn't planning to run. When he ran, you did too. Your voice was hoarse from shouting his name into the disaster going on around you. You searched left and right attempting to spot him, hoping he hadn't been harmed before you got there, that perhaps he'd decided to turn back but you couldn't see him anywhere. That was until you heard him screaming.
Your heart tripled in pulses and you inhaled and exhaled like you were on the bridge of a panic attack. Your crying only made your voice harder to hear now, making you feel powerless. You didn't know where to search or if he was going to make it much longer.
"Eddie" You mouthed in shock discovering his body being clawed at. you ran as fast as your feet could take you, took hold of the nearest object attempting to kill the ones on top of him. you fell to your knees once you got them away, pulling him onto yourself.
"Jesus Eddie, why did you turn back?!" you screamed. He only offered you a smile wiping the tears away.
"you shouldn't come back down here" he sighed, glancing towards the clouded red sky.
"I wasn't gonna let you come back without trying to stop you." you choked out and his own eyes let the tears fall.
"God I thought I'd graduate this year but here I am dying" he laughed and you made an effort to but it just hurt you more.
"Hey, hey don't cry, I don't want this to be how I saw you last," he declared looking into your eyes.
"no, no, no, don't say that dust-Dustin saw me coming back and he'll be here just-just hang on will bring you back and you can graduate with me" you nodded and he shook his head, his eyes fluttering.
"I'm not gonna make it but you can." He says squeezing your hand.
"no Eddie I won't go without you!" You rushed.
"I know you won't" he smiles, looking over your shoulder and you turn to see Dustin there, tears falling down his face as you look back at Eddie, eyes widening.
"no! Eddie please!" Dustin came forward, pulling you from him.
"I'm sorry, I love you," he says, fingers still grasping your hand till you're entirely out of his reach. You still try to resist even if you know it's too late. You're filled with rage because Dustin took you away and Eddie asked him to.
"we have to go [name], he's gone. We can't stay here" Dustin said, his voice breaking as you sobbed in his arms. You nod but haven't gotten up to move. Your body is shut down and drained. You struggle to get on your feet but eventually get up. It was like you lost yourself there. Eddie had been your other half, no matter how cliche it sounded. Failing him was like losing you.
You were still trying to process how you were quitting on him, how you could walk away, but you did it for Eddie because that's what he wanted. He didn't want you to die here and maybe he was at peace in the end because he got to be in your arms and you would be safe. If that was the only thing you could give him, that was enough…
peace
But you knew you wouldn't be getting any because you were going back without him.
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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 2 years ago
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Stranger Things Demon AU, Mark of the Beast
Chrissy glanced around the woods nervously as she clutched the page she found in the cafeteria tightly. The flashlight in her hand was the only thing that illuminated her path as it approached midnight.
'This is a bad idea.' She told herself as she ventured further. 'Nothing's going to happen and I'll have come out here for nothing. And if it does work...'
Chrissy wasn't superstitious. Her family regularly attended church but she didn't really believe in the occult. But she was tired. Of everything. Her ex boyfriend who ignored her until she finally broke it off. Her mom who she could never be good enough for. Her dad who just stood back and let it happen...if the paper she picked up was right, it meant she could summon a demon and finally ask for it all to go away. It was a bad idea but she was desperate for some kind of change.
Approaching a clearing in the woods, the cheerleader sat her flashlight down and began to pull the supplies she brought out of her bag. Using a piece of chalk to draw a pentagram on the forest floor and setting a candle on each point. Striking a match she lit each one as she began to speak.
"Demon of old, I summon you tonight. I ask for your powers and promise myself, body and soul to forever serve you in the after life, come forth and reveal yourself." She called out and pulled away from the chalk symbol. Watching intently as the candles flames were blown out by a sudden harsh gust of wind. Her flashlight flickering for a moment before going completely out. "Hello?" She called out nervously. The pit of anxiety in her chest bubbled up. Something was very, very wrong here. Forgetting about her bag and flashlight, the girl turned to run when she saw it.
He looked like a man but not quite. His skin fleshy and burned. The creature's husk of a body moving towards her, Chrissy let out a scream at the sight of it. Barely jogging a few feet away before a hand grabbed her ankle and pulled her down. She frantically clawed at the ground to get away before being roughly pulled back by the creature. Her screams went unheard by the rest of Hawkins that night.
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Eddie had been awake for almost a half hour now but had yet to move from his bed. Instead he was focused on three demon who laid opposite him. Steve was still asleep. The light from the window reflecting on his skin made the metalhead's heart beat faster as he watched him. The highschooler had fucked quite a few people before. He'd made out with people while they were doing it but this felt different. In a good way for once. Rolling over look at his calendar, Eddie frowned when he saw it was Thursday. The next blood moon was tomorrow night. His only chance to break off from the demon.
A hand wrapping around his side followed by a kiss to the neck snapped Eddie back to reality. Glancing behind to see Steve now awake with a lazy grin on his face.
"Morning." The demon watched as Eddie got out of bed, grabbing a pair of jeans hanging out off his nearby dresser and hopping into them. "You're up early. Usually takes slamming the alarm clock a couple of times."
"Just....gotta get ready for a test." Technically it wasn't a lie, he did have a test in human anatomy today. But he wasn't too worried about it considering it was the only class he had an A in. Wondering if he should mention the ceremony. If Steve had known about it, he would've mentioned it, right? He didn't say anything, instead watching Steve grab his discarded polo and pulling out over his head. Even now his hair looked immaculate. It had to be some weird demon magic. Going out to the living room, Eddie was surprised to see his uncle was still there. Sat on the couch and drinking a cup of coffee. "Wayne? I thought you worked today."
"Something happened in the woods by the plant, cops closed everything down to investigate." Wayne explained as Eddie reached into the cupboards to pull out a box of Honeycomb cereal.
"What happened?"
"Wouldn't say but it looked pretty serious. You and your...friend should be careful at school today."
"I can take care of myself Wayne." Steve came out of Eddie's room, grabbing a bowl from the sink when Eddie patted him on the shoulder. "Sides, I got big boy over here for protection. Ain't that right Stevie?"
"Er,yeah." Steve saw the way Eddie's uncle looked him over in slight disbelief.
"Mmmhmm. Just stay out of trouble."
"When have I ever gotten in trouble?"
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"I'm sure you're all curious why you've been called here today." The principal stood in front of the the microphone as all of Hawkins Highschool was gathered into the gymnasium. The chief of police and two other officers stood behind the man as he continued. "Early this morning, we lost one of our fellow students."
This caused a stir as the students began to whisper among themselves. Dustin nervously glancing around at his friends. The last time they'd called an assembly like this was when Will had gone missing three years ago. They found him a month later just fine but this was different. Glancing back at Eddie and the demon he was stuck with who were sat in the furthest corner.
"Chrissy Cunningham...was a beloved member of the Hawkins cheer squad." The man paused to catch his breath for a moment. "The police are here to interview anyone who might have information related to the case. If you have any information, we're asking you come forward-"
"I can tell you who fucking did it!"
Everyone turned to see Jason Carver as he stood up. He was a disheveled mess as he stumbled up the bleachers and pointed at Eddie, venom dripping as he spoke.
"Mr. Carver, please-" One of the officers tried to approach the teen and and stop him but he was shoved away. The blonde pointing a finger at Eddie as he shouted.
"I know you did this to her Munson! You and your devil worshipping cult! I saw what you did you fucker!" He continued to shout as he was forcibly dragged out of the gym but his point had been made and now all eyes were on Eddie. Dustin knew Eddie wouldn't do that. He couldn't say the same thing for the demon practically glued to his side.
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beautifulblooms · 3 years ago
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Eddie Munson General Headcanons
Male! Reader, holy shit y’all really liked that last one, although I can’t blame you I love him too so here’s some headcanons for y’all, literally rewatching season 4 as I write this, just some fluffy headcanons, might do a smuttier version when I wake up tomorrow on my nsfw account, but for now let’s get into this shall we?
CIS Women and Female Aligned people, please DNI, this story and all of my others are for non-binary, masculine aligned and male readers!
He’s just great
Eddie for sure is a weirdo
But to the people he loves? It’s like weirdo but sincere
He cares so deeply about those close to him that he would go to the ends of the earth to protect them
But his boyfriend?
Don’t even get me started
He would defend him from any asshole that decided to pick on him/beat him up
Such a delicate man
If the hellfire club was cool with it his bf would chill in Eddie’s lap during sessions
Granted none of them have much of a choice given that Eddie did what he did and no one could stop him
He doesn’t do too much PDA because it’s a small town in Indiana in the 80’s, pretty much no one is cool with the gays
But in private this man is all over his bf
Cuddles
Kisses
Hugs
Holding hands
He always wants to be touching him
Ed’s also definitely loves movie nights
Cuddles, a couple movies, popcorn, candy, ya know the works for a proper movie night
He loves every second of it
“What movie do you wanna watch?”
“It’s up to you Ed’s, you always pick good ones”
Without realizing it he definitely blushes a little at comments like those
Hearing tiny praises from the person he loves the most? He is more than signed up he’s running the organization
If he’s interested in DnD, Eddie is immediately getting him a Hellfire shirt, helping him make character sheets, get a set of dice, understand the base rules of the game, and somehow finds a way to get him into the current campaign
Like he’s so deadass about DnD that having a bf who’s also interested might break him
He’s genuinely a sweetheart
Besides the whole “hellfire is a cult”, “he’s a vessel for the devil” bullshit that the rest of the town is convinced about, Eddie’s so down to earth
Especially when he’s high
For the sake of this we’re just talking about weed
Best to smoke with 10/10
Always has snacks and drinks prepared for the inevitable munchies
His trailer is a safe space for everything too
Need to have a breakdown? Eddie’s trailer
Wanna get high and forget the day? His trailer
Just need to sleep in a comfortable place? He will make it as comfortable as his bf needs it to be
Complimenting his rings is like #1 best thing to do
Like I said he loves subtle praise, so complimenting his style is perfect for that
His hair, his clothes, rings, eyes, guitar skills, DM abilities, hell just his dramatic flair
Loves any compliments that he can tell are genuine
Such a sweet man
During his hiding phase he definitely felt bad that anyone was involved
And especially bad if his bf gets involved
It’s inevitable but he still feels a lot of guilt
Definitely the type to just shake off any pain and keep going
He would literally get socked in the face and have a broken nose and still get up just fine and keep going
Insane levels of adrenaline
Speaking of adrenaline
He’s a junky
Loves anything that gets his heart going
At least, in a safe manner
Like not Chrissy dying in front of him racing, like rollercoasters, skiing, skating, good DnD campaigns
Usually the first to ask about dates
He’s very forward with his tactics and doesn’t like to just let his feelings fester
Overall, great guy, 100000/10 I do in fact recommend
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latenightsimping · 2 years ago
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And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God
Summary: The afterlife means many different things, for many different people. Religions, faiths and beliefs all wonder what happens when you pass on. For Eddie, it’s finally going home.
Pairing: Eddie Munson
Word count: 2,080
Warnings: V ANGSTY NEAR CRIED WHEN I WROTE THIS YOU’VE BEEN WARNED, angst to fluff, heavy themes of death, heavy themes of pain and sadness, has a bittersweet ending to it, mentions of bad fathers, themes of bullying, themes of depression, themes of bereavement. just a real bad time all ‘round but it’s good at the same time? idk read at your own risk okay
AN: Had a breakdown, started working on it, bon appetite. I’m fully on the camp of ‘Eddie’s still alive and the Duffer Brothers are being very fucking mean arseholes by making us wait for two years’ but I like to think what Eddie’s version of Heaven is. And I think it would be this. Because for me, it would be seeing my Dad again. Aight I’m gonna start crying again. Anyway, enjoy. Love y’all, make sure to give yourselves aftercare if you need it. Also, before I leave, the inspo for this bit of writing is Placebo’s ‘cover of Running Up that Hill because it makes me sob. 
Eddie always figured that dying would hurt. And he was right.
He could remember sharp teeth tearing into flesh, the sickening sounds of ripping and chewing barely audible over the sound of his screams. It was as if he had been dipped in hellfire; bathed in the flames and forced to stay conscious for it all.
He remembered the tenderness that fuelled Dustin’s careful movements as he was pulled into the young boy’s lap. Looking up and thinking Thank God. Thank God I’m not going to die alone. The small part of him that was still aflame felt guilt. Here he was, after seeing so many horrors, now having to watch someone die in his arms. Dustin was too young for all this. A child in a veteran’s uniform, battle scars where medals should have adorned him. He wanted to say so much to him. Tell him he was proud, and that he was so sorry for bowing out so soon, and there wouldn’t be an encore. But all he could manage to force from his lungs, choking on his own blood, were the most important things that he could think of through the haze.
“I didn't run away this time, right?”
I’m sorry that it had to end this way. But I would do it again, if it meant you were safe. Please, just tell me I did the right thing this time. Tell me that I didn’t die in vain. That Chrissy didn’t die in vain. Please tell me that I did the right thing for once in my life, please.
“You're gonna have to look after those little sheep for me, okay?”
From the moment I first saw you in that Weird Al shirt, I knew I had to protect you from the worst this world had to offer. You were so scared, and I knew that feeling well. I didn’t want you bringing home bloody noses and crying yourself to sleep from the cruel words running through your mind on a loop, just like I did. But you’re going to have to do the same for others, okay? I know you can do it, Dustin. You’re so strong, and so kind. I just hope I helped you, that I did a good job protecting you.
“I think it’s my year, Henderson. I think it’s finally my year.”
For once in my life, I’m not a burnout that sells pot to make ends meet and can’t graduate. I saved people. I’m nothing like my old man, who would have turned tail the second shit went sideways. I did the right thing, for once in my fucking life. I can rest, knowing that. It’ll be okay.
“I love you, man.”
I love you. Thank you for staying with me, so I wasn’t alone in the last moments. That’s all anyone asks for, right? To not leave this world without someone watching over them? Soon, the pain’s gonna stop. After all, to die would be an awfully big adventure, wouldn’t it? I love you, man.
I love you.
The last words on his lips stained with cruor was a declaration of the warmth, care and adoration for one of his best friends. Before he was pulled into the blackness, a numbness, nothingness, seeping into his very soul that couldn’t be explained with the human language. Something that could only be experienced during the last moments of someone’s life. The smoke that rises from the candle of the soul when it’s snuffed out. The black sands of time, the last few grains meeting the bottom of the hourglass. His last words weren’t a complaint, or a curse, or a cry of anguish.
It was love.
It was love, as pure as the bright light that surrounded him, bathing him in a peaceful warmth. It was as if he had blinked, but more instant than that. It was as if he was always in this room. It took him a few seconds to recognise it.
He recognised the pale yellow walls first. He remembered his Mother singing along to Here Comes the Sun as she painted them, covering up the disgusting beige that was underneath it. Dressed in old overalls spattered with paint and a rag as a bandanna to keep her wild brown curls out of her face. Could remember being six years old, watching with curiosity from the covered up couch, and thinking she was the prettiest woman this side of the Wabash river. The way that she looked back and smiled at him, the corners of her eyes crinkling and her giggle sounding like silver bells.
She had dome everything to make this place a home, no matter how little money they had. She’d scrimped and saved for paint, and had traipsed around countless yard sales and flea markets for good furniture. Sure, the couch was a little lumpy, and the coffee table had a deep gouge running down the middle. But that didn’t matter when the home was filled with such earnest warmth and comfort. His old man had left by this time; had walked out in the middle of the night and never came home. And at so young an age, he knew he was truly relieved to see the back of him. Just him and his Mom, in this run down home that still had cracks, but was more than enough.
So what was he doing back here?
Looking down at himself, he could see he was wearing his favourite shirt, one that he had lost long ago. The faded Anthrax shirt that Wayne had bought him for Christmas, now without the tears of being flung around the Hawkins High parking lot during a brawl. Now, it was as pristine and soft as he had remembered. His most comfortable ripped jeans and sneakers, and his prized possessions of the leather jacket and battle vest fitting like a second skin. No blood, no bite wounds, no pain. He felt the best that he had ever felt. He even smelt of his favourite cologne.
The sounds of humming made his head snap towards the source; the kitchen. He knew the humming well. The melodies that had stopped the day she died, and no song had never sounded the same since. He thought he would feel fear, or confusion. But all he could feel was content. Like this was the place he was meant to be all this time, and the living world was only temporary. The confidence of that knowledge fuelled him to take the steps towards the archway, rounding the corner to be met with the figure he wanted to see so badly.
Wayne had always said that Eddie took after his Mom. And that was true. Who could deny the matching halo of curls, and the deep umber eyes? He had his father’s nose, but that was it. Everything else was purely her. And here she was. Harmonising her favourite song as she chopped up vegetables, the pale pink apron that he’d clung to so often as a child still tied around her waist. He took in her profile; the slight upturned nose and slightly parted glossy lips. His heart fluttered like a trapped bird in his ribcage, lips breaking into a grin.
“Mama?”
She turned her head to him, a slight look of confusion on her face for only a second before it became one of joy. The same little crinkle around her eyes that he remembered so vividly as she put down the knife and opened her arms, an offering for an embrace. “Hey baby,” she whispered, voice so soft and gentle that he could cry.
It was near automatic, closing the gap between them and throwing his arms around her. He was taller than her now, no longer having to wrap his arms around her thighs. Now, he practically towered over her, and he could bury his face into the crown of her head. She still smelled the same. Like lavender and roses, a scent that had long faded from his lungs now filling them. He held her so tightly that he was surprised he didn’t crush her, but he couldn’t stop. What if she was going to go again, leave him all on his own like she did ass those years ago? But if she had any complaints, she wasn’t voicing them. Tears welled in his eyes, and he squeezed them shut to stop them from falling. “Mama, I… I missed you so much.”
“I missed you too sweetheart,” she mumbled into his chest, slightly pulling away to look up at him. Her eyes flickered over all his features, a grin spreading across her face as her hands came up to cup his jaw. He leaned into it, savouring the warmth of her palms. “God, I- look at you,” she chuckled, the pad of her thumb coming up to carefully caress the skin just under his eye. “You’ve got so big, huh? Still the same handsome face, though.”
He couldn’t stop the chuckle that bubbled from his chest, too scared to even blink in case she was going to vanish. “It’s been twelve years, Mom. And I missed you. Every single day.”
“I missed you too baby,” she whispered. “But… You’re here so much earlier than I thought. What happened?”
He shook his head, taking a few deep breaths to steady himself. She was still there. This was all real, and she wasn’t a figment of his imagination. He thought reality was the last life, but this… All his senses seemed to work so much better. He could smell the comforting scent of his Mother, could smell his favourite meal – one that he hadn’t had in thirteen years – being cooked on the stove that only she could work just right. He could feel her soft hands on his face, the sensation grounding him. Could see her beautiful features that mirrored his own, looking up at him like he hung the moon. That past life all felt like a horrible nightmare, one that he was just waking up from. One that he didn’t want to tell her about just yet.
He shook his head slowly, a shy smile flitting across his lips as he rubbed his fingers over the small of her back, enjoying the feeling of her soft cotton dress against his skin. “I’ll tell you later.” Later, he figured, could mean any time in the future. And he had the feeling that he would be here for a joyful eternity. “Is this Heaven?”
“I think so,” she nodded, her hand coming up to brush errant hairs away from his face. “And my Heaven just got better, now you’re here with me.”
His chest tightened, and he couldn’t stop the heaving sob as he hugged her again, holding her so close as if he was trying to pull her into himself. Burying his face into her neck, inhaling her perfume as if he would never smell it again for the second time around. It wasn’t sadness, though, that fuelled his cries. It was happiness. Pure, unfiltered joy, that he finally had what he always wanted. What he wished for every single night, especially when the day had been hard.
He had his Mama back.
“Ssh, none of that,” she cooed, a gentle chide as she rubbed his back soothingly. “I’m here, baby. I’m here for you, okay? I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
“Pinky swear?” he mumbled, causing the woman to softly laugh. To the two of them, a pinky swear had been stronger than any laws. It meant that the one promising would move mountains, just to make it happen. He hadn’t made a pinky swear for so long. Not ever since it didn’t feel the same, when her delicate little finger encircled his.
“Pinky swear,” she echoed, pressing a kiss to his temple.
If this was Heaven, this was the perfect final act. He had the only person that he truly wanted more than anything in this world, back in the home where he knew love without a price tag. No more bruises and broken bones, or cruel words with such abundance that he could drown in them. No more knowing cold, or hunger, or hardship. No more loss and anguish, no more mourning.
He knew it, deep in his gut. Now he was here, all that negativity would be washed away. It was all worth it, to finally be here.
It was finally worth it to be home.
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777marauders · 3 years ago
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Stranger Things Vol 2:
Things about volume 2 (some volume 1) that I want to say and no friends to say it to:
I APOLOGISE IF THIS IS A MESS TO READ, IM JUST SO OVERWHELMED BY THE BAD WRITING AND PACING. If I’m missing anything, please add it by replying.
Anyway, I’m off to read fix-it-fics ✌️
Eddie:
EDDIE, EDDIE, EDDIE.
I LOVE YOU.
WHY DO I ALWAYS SIMP FOR CHARACTERS THAT DIE ON SCREEN!
Dedicating Metallica to Chrissy was EVERYTHING. Had me shipping them with five minutes of screen time.
In my opinion though, he was one of the characters who was done so dirty.
He literally died for a town that hated him and it resulted in nothing.
He died to give more time to Steve, Nancy and Robin. Okay, that’s brave of him, I’m PROUD of him. HOWEVER. He stayed behind because he didn’t want to run. Then he ran and stopped because he didn’t want to run. Very confusion. Then the demobats circled him for what felt like years and weren’t attacking. The pacing of the show was so bad that the tension goes with it. Then Steve, Nancy and Robin were pinned to the wall and were being choked out by the hive mind for however long… it should have killed them. I just don’t think they needed the time.
The news reporters continue to use Eddie as the reason for all this happening. So it really feels like Eddie died for nothing. If they actually cared, I would want them to expose the lab and the real reason so Eddie didn’t die for nothing.
Like ALL that black and red smoke?! The CONSEQUENCES of the lab?! Hawkins deserves the truth after everything.
Max:
I WAS SINGING FOR YOU GIRLY!
Her scenes were probably one of the few saving grace’s of volume 2 as well.
Sadie’s acting is incredible.
I didn’t think they’d kill off any of the kids, but as much as I hate to say it… I think Max dying would make sense.
Again, I love her. Jason is a prick, rest in pieces.
But I think Max dying would make sense purely because WHERE DID ELEVEN FIND THE POWER TO RESURRECT PEOPLE?!?
Max may be alive now, but what if she feels more like a ghost again next season. She couldn’t feel anything (luckily the doctor’s can fix broken bones) but they can’t fix her sight. And I’m worried she’ll feel ten times worse next season.
Also Duffers… where was her mother? Like her daughter is missing for days, is in hospital due to broken bones, lack of eyesight and clinically dead for a few minutes. They couldn’t put her sitting in the corner of the room?!?
She’s been through so much but the Duffer Brothers are literally dragging her through so much more shit that what she needs.
Eleven:
I’m aware that the California Crew didn’t have the means to get to Hawkins BUT they felt really useless… all but El.
I loved the plot she was given… not so thrilled about her new power to resurrect the dead though.
I’m happy she’s free from Brenner and that she’s reunited with Hopper.
Millie ATE her scenes.
One of the few things about this season, where the pacing was executed properly and didn’t feel out of place.
Will:
THE QUEERBAITING AFTER PRIDE MONTH?!?
So what if it’s the 80s? It’s a fictional town with fictional and supernatural occurrences. Robin came out easy peasy (still hate how it felt like a plot twist).
Every time Will cried, I cried. Poor boy needs a hug and so do I. I don’t know how to recover from this.
Other Characters:
It’s late and I’m exhausted from what volume 2 did to me… so let’s wrap this up.
Argyle was a much needed addition. Served more purpose to me than Jonathan, Mike and Will. I love them but no. It just wasn’t their season to shine.
Mike… thanks for saying you love El I guess.
Jonathan is the best sibling on the show by miles. Minor problem with the ending and how he and Nancy started off super weird and at the end they brushed it aside really quickly.
Will, honey, we both need hugs.
Dustin… let me just say Gaten’s acting is unbelievable. He cried, I cried with him. Again the show drew away the tension so while I was trying to be sad for Eddie it was hard because of the pacing. But Gaten’s acting really got the emotions going. And that scene with Wayne… amazing. I cried twice during this show and his talk with Wayne was one of them.
Lucas, I stand by him always. Every decision his character made, I 100% agreed with from start to finish. My Lumax heart broke when Max died and he couldn’t save her. He never left her side and that was beautiful. They are probably the best ship on the show.
Steve had me thinking he was going to die with the way he spoke about the future this season. So happy he is alive and that they referenced Mama Steve. Not so happy about the Nancy plot. He also felt underplayed from the start :/
Nancy is also one of the few characters done right this season. She came in clutch with the plans and wasted no time. Minor problem with the ending and how she and Jonathan started off super weird and at the end they brushed it aside really quickly.
Robin, Robin, Robin. The apple of my eye. At first I was skeptical that her character went from cool and breezy to socially anxious but it worked really well. Kinda hoping the klutz aspect would play in more but it’s okay.
Erica as always is amazing. Slightly concerned that they let a kid who didn’t fully need to be involved, be as involved as she was. Anyway Erica kicking ass is iconic.
MURRAY IM SO HAPPY HE IS ALIVE THATS ALL I CARE ABOUT. There’s not enough appreciation for Murray but omg he was givinggggg. I love him.
Joyce is never wrong. Ever. Never doubt that woman. Joyce and Murray’s team up was brilliant (can you tell I’m running out of new adjectives for everyone). Her reunion with Hopper was chef’s kiss. Also the matching clothes were cute.
( I won’t lie, when I rewatched volume 1, I skipped a lot of the Russia scenes because again the writing.)
Hopper being a low-key corrupt cop with the police brutality last season and then later bribing Antonov to get out of the prison had me laughing. Ofc he would. He was so smart with everything play he made though. His reunion with Joyce and El, were one of the very much needed things to save this season for me. But again THE MATCHING CLOTHES WERE SO CUTE (I know they didn’t have anything else but still.)
Antonov, I kinda thought he would be one of the five to die… only because he had his character arc and that there’s nothing really there for him in America… he’s hot though.
Brenner… man you fucked up big time.
VECNA is actually so interesting. My jaw dropped hearing the reveal that it was in fact Henry who was 1 who was Vecna. The only issue with volume 2 vecna I’d say issssss when Mike was giving his love speech to El, Vecna could literally have killed Max three times over (not that it’s vecna’s fault more like the script’s.)
The bio parents on this show always disappoint me. Not you Joyce. And why did Karen have a poster please?! The theories on the show were a lot better. I don’t even want to talk about Jason or his friends. They just made every situation worse.
Justice for everyone honestly.
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okimargarvez · 5 years ago
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REVERSE - 1
Original title: Reverse.
Prompt: Penelope is the new girl on the BAU team and Luke tries to treat her cold.
Warning: A.U., possible OOC.
Genre: drama, romantic, family, friendship.
Characters: Luke Alvez, Penelope Garcia, BAU team, Derek Morgan, O.C. Sam Cooper’ team, Roxy.
Pairing: Garvez.
Note: oneshot 62 in Garvez collection.
Legend: 💑😘👓🔦🐶❗🎲🎈👻🎬🎵.
Song mentioned: Amici per errore, Tiziano Ferro.
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GARVEZ STORIES
Note: I written the whole story in just two days; yeah, I’m not normal. It was funny (but also not so easy) re-writing their main scenes and dialogues imagining that the situation was reverse: she the new girl, he with the team since… the beginning.
1 # In no way I would like to be elsewhere, that’s why I’m still here
About a month had passed since Christine left to follow her husband to another city. He couldn’t really blame her without feeling selfish: in her place he would probably have done the same. Not only had Rich risked dying from one of the madmen they were chasing (as had happened to Hotch, with a less positive ending), but at that moment she was actually pregnant. It had hurt him, that she hadn’t told him, to have to find out in such a brusque way. He was her best friend after all. Perhaps for a while, before Rich, he had even hoped for something more.
Her absence was not only noticeable in his heart, but much more practically when it came to solving a case. Hotch had called Kevin Lynch, with whom they had collaborated in previous years, but who for some reason he had never really liked him. Then, about a week ago, however, the man had announced that he was needed elsewhere and so his historic ex-girlfriend had replaced him (in the Bureau the gossip went wild, there was no concept of privacy): Penelope Garcia, the star of the behavioral analysis team led by the unscrupulous Sam Cooper.
Of course, he had already heard of her, not just through rumors. She was definitely the best in her field (as much as it bothered him to admit it, because he seemed to be doing wrong to Chrissie). Probably the best in the entire FBI or perhaps even in the world, without exaggerating. Someone said that CIA has banned her from its archives. Top level hacker, like any good computer technician. Even Agent Oller idolized her in a way he never really understood, since they were almost peers. Not before he meets her in person.
But there were other voices circulating, of another kind. Epic stories, almost to compete with the Arthurian and Carolingian cycles. With a co-star: Derek Morgan. The nicknames they had given themselves (and that people had added, as the wireless phone tour continued) were wasted. Her lines were at least as famous as her speed in finding the address of a suspect found untraceable. It had happened to him sometimes to meet Agent Morgan at the shooting range. He had wondered what was in her and was about to find out, at his price.
The elevator doors open halfway. The solitude in which Luke Alvez has taken refuge is about to be broken by a blond hurricane. -Hello!- Garcia exclaims enthusiastically, getting on board and positioning herself too close for his tastes. It is as if the lone wolf that was before joining the BAU had returned after Christine’s departure. Although his eyes remain fixed on the reflective steel surface, his nostrils cannot avoid capturing her perfume. The first time he saw her he was bent over studying a file; Hotch appeared on the balcony, calling them to the meeting. And he glimpsed at her backside, beginning to understand Morgan. Then the big boss made the presentations one by one. She was dressed in such an indecent way… not so much for the clothes, even JJ occasionally allowed herself something low-cut… and also Chrissie. But for the bright colors. He remembers what he thought at the time. But it would have been proven wrong more than once. Because her perfume is not at all exaggerated, strong and annoying as expected. Indeed, it seems an almost natural and damn stimulating aroma.
He erases the last thought and forces himself to be at least polite. His mother and grandmother would otherwise scold him, even if they have no way of finding out. -Good morning.- he replies, with a cold, distant and professional tone.
Because of the silence he can hear Garcia take a breath before opening her mouth. But he knows she won’t be able to hold herself; she can’t help it. She is certainly the least formal creature of the FBI. And Chrissie would love her. -How was your week-end?- here she is. Luke remembers how difficult it was to be grumpy and unkind when he shook her hand. Surely it would have been easier to hate Lynch for no reason… but he was a man. The overlap was not working.
He feels the woman’s gaze on him. Those brown eyes so dark and penetrating, as well as so large and apparently innocent, covered by a pair of fuchsia glasses, naturally paired with the flower in her hair and the three-quarter jacket. He cursed himself for being so adept at noticing a great deal of detail in no time. He may even feel her expectation while she is patiently waiting for him to answer. -I don’t see why I should talk to you about it.- he chooses to continue with the farce of professionalism. But then, despite Garcia continuing to keep quiet and good, he feels driven by an external force to add a detail. -But if you really insist…- he turns for the first time towards her, instantly catching her eyes. -I stayed with my girlfriend, who is beautiful and loves me.- inside he laughs deeply, because she can’t know he’s talking about his dog. It doesn’t seem to have been added to his file.
-Oh, fantastic!- her reaction, sincerely enthusiastic, confirms that she has fallen for it. Naivety is another of the things she is famous for. This often made her the victim of her team’s (light) jokes. He feels a little bad in taking advantage of her weakness, but if it helps to make her understand that with him he doesn’t work, that she won’t be able to become his friend… Garcia looks at him again, without any shame. -And you stayed at home or…- apparently not, he will have to play it heavier. He sighs.
He doesn’t even shake his head. -No, we went for a walk in the park.- he smiles maliciously, reflecting on how easy it is to exchange Roxy for a woman. -She loves it.- he adds. -What about your weekend?- he asks, considering that only one floor is still missing before they reach theirs. But has this elevator always been so slow, or is it doing it on purpose? Everything conspires against him.
She speaks with much more tranquility. Of course, she hasn’t lost her best friend. -I stayed at home with my boyfriend.- Luke feels a pang of annoyance at that answer, but doesn’t want to believe it’s the thought that she can’t have an affair. Kevin is proof of that, isn’t it? It seems to him that they have been together for about five years, back and forth. Of course it was JJ and Chrissie who talked about it all the time, they love the internal gossip. He has never been a superficial type and Garcia has all the credentials; her curves certainly don’t leave men indifferent. -It helped me improve my fingering techniques…- she continues, then realizes the way he is now looking at her. Eyes wide open and narrowed in amazement. Yet he knew it would happen. She is also the undisputed queen of double meaning. It seems that this time however it was not wanted. -On my clarinet!- she then adds, almost screaming. She defends herself with too much emphasis, the skin of the face even paler. -I swear, I meant the musical instrument.- finally, she seems to succumb and he is even sorry.
But not from the outside. Luke, on the other hand, chuckles, nodding, amused by the situation, he can’t help. As he wonders if Agent Morgan has ever been able to test the skill of her fingers. -There is no need to get agitated.- he says, but it doesn’t sound reassuring at all and in fact he didn’t want to be. -Whatever you do in your spare time, this is only about you.- he is amazed at the ease with which such nonsense comes out. Then he feels the cell phone vibrate in his pants pocket, just in time, even if he hasn’t programmed it. He extracts it and looks at the familiar message. -And, sorry- how damned fake he is! -but we have an important case.- without looking at her once, he goes down the elevator first. Really not very gallant. -Have a good day.- he adds as compensation.
-Wait!- she shouts after him. He hears the sound of her heels as she tries to reach him. -I can also play the ukulele.-
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wewillwriteyou · 5 years ago
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Friends Will Be Friends || Chapter 24
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A few elements from the main plot: A very special group of friends: early days, drama, laughter, booze, success, rock stars life, girl power, friendship, love, sex, music, misunderstandings, some more drama, family. Pairings in the tags
Summary Chapter 24: Brian can’t figure out some lyrics from his new song. John has something very important to tell Brian and Chelsea and when he sees them alone in the studio, he thinks that’s his chance...
Word count: 3.4K
Warnings: None! Some curse words and maybe some reference to sexual times, but this one’s pure fluff. So, you’re safe folks 💕
A/N: Hi there! After a long hiatus, here we are with another chapter! This is structured just like 21 and 22: if you’ve read them, you’ll know they are developed around one song from A Night At The Opera. Specifically, this one’s about Brian, so we choose probably one of our favourites songs by the curly spaceman. Let us know what you think, lovesies 💖😏 and as usual, if you like what you read, comment, like, reblog and share this with others! For everyone who follows and supports this story, thank you guys (you know who you are)! You are real stars!⭐💗
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From where she was laying, Chelsea could see his curly hair bouncing then and there, his head lowered to look at his own long fingers touching the guitar to make her sing.
His lips were slightly parted, as he used to keep them every time he was very concentrated onto something. His eyebrows furrowed while he kept humming to himself.  
“Chel, what do you think about that part?” Brian asked, calling the girl’s attention. She raised her head from the book and sat down on the sofa stretching her back. She got up and approached the tall, curly boy to sit down on a stool next to him.
Brian smiled softly, before playing a beautiful melody that almost made Chelsea cry. He started to hum along with the rhythm as Chelsea was watching him incredulous, amazed by his talent.
“Don’t you hear my call though you’re many years away.
Don’t you hear me calling you?
Write your … something – he chuckled and kept playing along – for the day I take your hand in the land that … someone knew”
He giggled again and stopped playing. Chelsea had shivers inside every bone of her body.
“Bri, that’s… it’s a beautiful song” she felt like crying and Brian noticed; he flushed and caressed the back of his head, looking at the ground.
“Thank you Chel, really. And it’s not over yet, so I guess it can only get better” he sat down on the other stool across the room, just a few steps away from where she was.
He stretched his arm until he reached the mixer and took a piece of paper in his hands. Chelsea got up and walked towards him; she positioned herself behind him and Brian moved his shoulder a little bit so that she could read the lyrics of the song. Chelsea nodded along and Brian patiently waited, knowing that it was her I’m having an idea kind of face.
“Write your letters in – she snapped her fingers – in the sand! For the day I take your hand in the land that our families knew” Chelsea sang the song, trying to remember the exact rhythm Brian was singing earlier.
“The part of the letters in the sand it’s great, but…” he nibbled the pencil and looked at the unfinished refrain, squeezing his mind to find the perfect words. Chelsea nodded along, as if she could read his thoughts.
“I got it!” he almost shouted, making her jump in surprise “in the land that our grandchildren knew” Brian got up and took the guitar, then nodded at the piece of paper to invite Chelsea to sing along with him. She smiled back and dragged the stool in front of him, then gave him a head nod and, after mouthing one-two-three-four, Brian started playing.
The air of the recording studio was filled with their voices, mixed together as they sang in unison, following the amazingly beautiful guitar’s sound that was produced by Brian’s expert fingers.
“Don't you hear my call though you're many years away
Don't you hear me calling you?
Write your letters in the sand
For the day I take your hand
In the land that our grandchildren knew”
Chelsea had a proud expression written all over her face as she kept nodding to herself, looking down on the lyrics’ paper. Brian sighed relieved and got up to position the guitar at its place, before approaching the mixer and starting pulling and pushing some buttons. Chelsea noticed and walked towards him.
“Please, tell me you weren’t recording!” she said through the chuckles and he followed her, giggling along. He shook his head.
“Don’t worry, I’ll adjust the volume and your voice will disappear. And it’s just a demo, I mean it’s only the refrain of the song” he mumbled, kneeling down to check if everything was working since he was struggling a little with the engine in front of him.
“And-” he added, getting up and putting a hand on Chel’s shoulder “–you don’t sing that bad. You should consider a singing career” Brian commented, waving his index finger in the air, giving Chelsea his back and walking towards the sofa. He fell down and bounced on the cushions, tapping his side to invite Chelsea to join him.
She rolled her eyes as she dragged her feet until she reached the couch.
“So, basically, what is this song about?” she asked when she sat down and looked up at him. Brian slightly smiled and stretched his arm behind the back of the couch.
“It’s the story of a group of scientists that leave earth to explore the universe. They stay away just one year, but time works differently in space, so when they come back home they discover that one hundred years has passed” Chelsea was listening to him talking with her mouth open and she had the same face of children listening to a fairy tale for the very first time.
“That’s some deep shit Bri, Jesus” she wiped away a tear making him flush and giggle again “I’m sure as hell the others will love it! Especially your scientist-pal, Mel” she leaned her head on the back of the sofa and looked up at him with a smiley face. Brian laughed a little.
“I hope she will… Talking about the others, did your boyfriend lock himself in some cupboard again?” he joked and Chelsea covered her face with her hands, feeling the laughter growing in her throat.
“I still can’t believe he did something like that” she replied chortling and Brian shook his head.
“Me neither, but hey, we’re talking about Roger, so…” he raised his hands and Chelsea nodded along.
“Yeah, it’s a very Rog thing” she smiled to herself and Brian noticed her lost sight “but I still love that dork with all my heart” the curly boy bowed his head and smiled as well. Chelsea noticed his strange expression.
“What?” she asked him, giggling because she already knew he was about to say something stupid about him or them as a couple.
“Nothing. I just know you so well that I can predict what you’re about to say by just looking at your face” Brian joked, meeting her gaze. Chelsea blushed and gave him a soft push with her shoulder.
“I mean, by now I think everyone knows I’m completely and miserably in love with that blond idiot, who writes songs about cars and locks himself inside cupboards”
“Yeah. But I’m perfectly sure that the blond idiot is way more miserably and deeply in love with you. It almost looks like he has something in mind, because I’ve never seen him so happy and stupid. It’s your fault” he mocked her again and got up to reach his water bottle. Chelsea giggled, but Brian’s words were echoing in her head.
“Bri?” he hummed in response, taking a long sip of fresh water “So you noticed that Roger is being different, right?”
“Maybe it’s some Taylors’ thing. Mel is strange as well in this period. Perhaps they’re like that when they’re in love” he scrolled his shoulders and Chelsea nodded along. A shiver of excitement and curiosity ran through her body, as she thought about Roger preparing something special for her.
“But don’t think about that too much, you know, we’re still talking about Roger, so it doesn’t matter what we’re thinking about, he will always have a trick up his sleeve that we would not expect” Brian added, resting his back against the mixer and looking down at Chelsea.
“You’re absolutely right” she nodded along, then rested her elbows on her knees to cup her own face in her palms “and with Chrissie? It looks like everything’s great” a little smirk appeared on Chelsea’s face and Brian giggled, absentmindedly playing with the plastic bottle in his hands.
“She’s great” he finally commented, flushing and smiling. Chelsea smiled back as the smirk got wider on her lips; Brian noticed and gave her an interrogatively gaze.
“Oh nothing” she replied carelessly, scrolling her shoulders “I was just thinking about a couple of things”
“Then tell me” Brian cut her off, dying of curiosity, but when he noticed her cocky expression he knew she wouldn’t have said a thing until he would have begged her to do so.
He rolled his eyes “Chel, you’re slowly turning yourself into a little asshole just like your boyfriend! Can you please tell me what you were thinking about?” he sassily rested his hand on his bony hip and Chelsea laughed a little.
“Fine, but just because you begged me assuming that pose” she pointed at him and he rolled his eyes “I was thinking that, first of all you should thank me, because if it wasn’t for me that had literally pushed you to talk to her after that concert, she wouldn’t be your girlfriend today” Chelsea raised her chin a bit and looked at him. Brian understood what she wanted him to do.
“Thank you Chelsea” he chanted “You’re impossible!” he then added chuckling, followed by Chelsea who chuckled as well.
“And second of all, I was assuming that everything was great because you turned out to be very noisy neighbours too, if you know what I mean…” she bit her bottom lip and raised an eyebrow. Brian looked at her with his mouth open and red cheeks:
“That’s bullshit!” he spitted out, making Chelsea laugh even more.
“That’s the truth Brian!” she replied, getting up and crossing her arms on her chest “Do you really think that Rog and I didn’t hear you last night?”
“Oh please, shut up” he was trying really hard not to laugh, but he was miserably failing as a wide smile drew on his face soon after he spoke “Do I have to talk about the sounds that we hear almost every night coming from your bedroom?”
“Now, that’s some bullshit. Roger and I are being very quiet, it’s impossible you’ve heard something” Chelsea replied cockily, scrolling her shoulders.
“Yes, if by quiet you mean that we’ve heard the headboard of the bed hitting against the wall followed by your very audible screams, then yeah, I agree with you” Chelsea’s chin fell on the ground when she heard Brian talking like that. She took a step closer just to punch his arm.
“That’s not true! And don’t even make me start, May. You will regret that”
“I know, you were the one that brought up this topic, I was just being shy about my girlfriend” Brian answered, raising his eyebrows as he threw the bottle in the trashcan. Chelsea nodded and smiled along, as he returned on the sofa and she was now the one standing with her back laid against the mixer.
“I am actually becoming a little asshole exactly like my boyfriend”.
“I told you. And I never lie” Brian said and winked at her, receiving an eye roll in response. They stayed both quite for a moment, smiling and looking at each other.
“All jokes asides, I have to thank you Chel” Brian said, caressing his curls on the back of his neck.
“For what Bri? I’m your friend, you don’t need to thank me” Chelsea smiled and approached him, sitting down next to him.
“No, I have to thank you, because you were right before: if you hadn’t been there pushing me to go to talk to her I would have probably lost the chance” he shyly turned his head to meet her eyes. Chelsea patted him on the shoulder and smiled back.
“And I have to thank you also for the song, because you helped me with the lyrics” he added, resting against the soft couch.
“It was nothing. You know I love helping you through your creative process” she answered, laying down too and abandoning herself on the cushions. Brian chuckled and they both stayed in silence again with their eyes lost on the ceiling.
“Chel?” Brian’s interrogative tone broke the stillness once again; Chelsea hummed back without looking at him.
“Do you remember that Christmas party we spent at the hotel in Peterborough?” he asked in a whisper and Chelsea got up to sit down properly, furrowing her eyebrows and finally looking at the curly boy sitting next to her.
“Yes. Why?” her tone was flat, but inside her mind a million questions were flying and running, as a sense of confusion clouded her memories. She immediately thought about Roger and Chrissie and how pissed she was when she discovered they had kissed in the past and for a moment she started to think that Brian knew something she didn’t.
“Do you remember that stupid game Fred-” Chelsea cut him off impatiently.
“Get to the point Bri” her voice harsher than she expected it to be, as the words rolled out from her mouth. When she saw Brian blushing and smiling her nerves softened.
“I don’t know why I’m asking you this, but… was it me?” he looked at her in the eyes, but Chelsea didn’t catch the reference. She raised her eyebrow interrogatively.
“Oh c’mon-” he sighed, getting up and looking down at her “don’t make me say it”
“Bri, I don’t understand what you’re talking about!” Chelsea shouted, sitting at the edge of the sofa and leaning forward as she spoke. Brian sighed once again.
“When Fred asked you if you had any… sexual fantasy about some of us and you didn’t answer… Were you thinking about me?!” he let out a breath and Chelsea felt her heart race and the skin of her cheeks burn.
“What the fuck Brian?! Why are you asking me such a question, now?!” she was embarrassed, but mostly angry at him for making her live again that moment she would have really liked to forget.
“I don’t know! I was just curious I guess… ‘m sorry” he quickly apologized and massaged his temples with his hands. Chelsea deep breathed once or twice before getting up to face him.
“It’s okay, I’m not mad at you, just confused. I wasn’t expecting such a question from you” she softly said staring at him.
“I asked you because… I don’t know why I did, I just want to clear up that I was just curious! I wasn’t insinuating anything. I mean… I…” he was stuttering, completely in panic and obviously regretting the question he had just asked her.
“Bri, it’s fine. I know you love Chrissie and you know I love Roger, so no problem” she scrolled her shoulders and smiled, even if inside she was still questioning herself on why Brian had brought up that memory.
“I’m still sorry. We were just having a close friends moment, so I felt like it was the right time to ask you that” he blushed once again and Chelsea sighed in relief, finally answering her inner questions on that whole situation.
She was about to reply, when the door of the recording studio opened and John made his entrance. Chelsea subtly took a step away from Brian, as he looked at the ground caressing his neck; they hadn’t done anything wrong but they felt like they had been caught in the middle of something. John interrogatively squared them up as he closed the door behind him.
He immediately thought that it could have been the right moment to talk to them about the doubts and the questions he had on the entire Chrissie and Roger’s situation, since they were finally alone the three of them.  
“Is everything okay, guys?” he asked, approaching Chelsea and caressing her arm. She smiled and nodded, as Brian did the same.
“Yes, I was just complimenting Bri on his new song and I was slightly moved by it. It’s really beautiful. And he was being modest as always, obviously” Chelsea said and when John turned to Brian, she winked at the curly boy. He chuckled and Chel could read in his eyes how grateful he was that she had helped him to get away from that whole awkward situation.
“Did you record it?” John asked Brian, walking closer to him and to the mixer.
“Yes, we sang a little piece of the refrain, here’s the lyrics” Brian replied, handing him the piece of paper on which they had worked earlier.
“Well, I guess I’ll leave you so you can work. I’m going to check if Roger locked himself somewhere again” Chelsea interrupted them, giggling and before John could stop her she had already approached the door and Brian was talking to him behind his back. He sighed, knowing he had lost his chance to talk to them.
“Deaky?” Brian’s voice recalled his attention and he turned around to face him “I was saying, talking about Roger, did he talk with you?” John could feel the blood freezing inside his veins. Did he find the guts to admit he was having an affair with Chrissie? Did he know something about Mel?
“No. What did- What did he need to tell me?” he replied stuttering. Brian scrolled his head.
“I don’t know, he told me he needed to talk to you when we’re driving here. Actually, he wanted me to be there too, but I told him that he is adult enough to talk with you face to face without my presence” he said, pushing aside some of his curls from his forehead and putting on the earphones to listen to the song again.
John nodded and, with a cheap excuse and a simple wave of his hand, he left the room leaving behind his back a confused Brian. He needed to find Roger and talk to him as soon as possible.
He almost ran down the hallway, and outside the barn, directing himself to the main house. He entered it and, as he started to go up the stairs, he heard Roger’s voice, followed by the ones of Chrissie and Chelsea.
Damn, John thought and when he looked up he saw the three of them approaching him. They all stopped on the same step.
“John, are you okay?” Chelsea asked taking a step closer to him. John studied Roger’s expression and then squared Chrissie up, before meeting his best friend’s gaze. He nodded in a rush.
“Yeah… yes, I mean, Brian told me you had to talk to me” he said, looking over Chelsea’s shoulder to meet Roger’s eyes. The two girls looked at the blond drummer, as he was indicating himself with his index finger. He furrowed his eyebrows and scrolled his shoulders.
“Okay, so I’ll see you later girls” Roger reached for Chelsea and kissed her softly on the lips, before following her with his eyes until she reached the front door where Chrissie was waiting for her.
Once the girls were out “So, mate, what do you need?” Roger broke the silence, putting a cigarette in his mouth and walking past John.
“You should tell me what you need. Brian told me you had to talk with me” John replied, nodding at Roger when he offered him a cigarette. They both walked towards the kitchen and sat down on the wooden chairs; the little room was soon filled with grey clouds of smoke.
“I honestly don’t know what he was talking about” Roger simply said, resting his back against the back of the chair. He could swear he had seen John subtly rolling his eyes, but he decided to ignore that, as he saw him opening his mouth to speak.
“He mentioned the day you were in the car to reach the farm” John said, starting to get annoyed by his unresponsive attitude. He knew something was going on inside Roger’s head and, seeing him being that vague was just confirming the doubts he had on him and his trust.
Roger searched in his memories and finally remembered he had to talk with him about Mel’s strange behaviour. But in that moment, seeing him kind of pissed off, Roger felt like it wasn’t the right time to speak about his sister and he surely didn’t want to argue. For a second he thought he would have been the right moment to tell him about the proposal for Chelsea instead.
“Fine. I’m sorry Rog, but I’m quite busy, I have a couple of ideas in mind for a song” John interrupted his thoughts and Roger looked at him as he got up rapidly “When you remember what you have to tell me, you know where to find me” John stated and, with the cigarette still dangling from his lips, he left the kitchen.
Roger was still sat down there, incredulous and confused, trying to understand what had just happened. He took a hit off his cigarette and he felt his mind getting as cloudy as the air surrounding him.
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brightside-of-the-upsidedown · 10 months ago
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Baby, I Got Sick This Morning
Chapter 9: You're My Medicine (Open Up and Let Me In)
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Harringroveson, Billy Hargrove/Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson
Word Count: 50,890
Status: On Going
Chapter Summary: An explanation, an understanding, accidental art, and Steve gets a lot closer with Billy. Literally. They bone ❤
Chapter Notes: I wasn't sure I would make this scheduled update but the muse was on my side! If my health gets worse, I might update every 3 weeks, but otherwise I will keep to the 2 week schedule. Thank you all so much for being here and coming by every chapter ❤
Your comments and kudos mean everything to me, so thank you so much. I write a lot but I don't always post much, due to health and straying attention. But knowing you're all here and love this story as much as I do makes posting worth it.
Summary: Steve is dying, but what hurts the most is watching how it's affecting his family, his friends, everyone around him.
Nothing seems to be helping - not his community rallying around him, not magic itself, and not the devoted attention of Eddie Munson. Eddie is a rock and a hurricane in Steve's life. Steve might also be a little bit in love with him.
Then, one day when all other options run out, Eddie introduces him to one Billy Hargrove, and Steve's already-screwed-up life might be taking a turn. But is it for the better or for the more dangerous?
Notes: not all of Steve's chronic issues will be healed. He will always have some disabilities because I ain't about about that 'cure all' shit. They're just saving his life here.
As for the magical pregnancy: it will be in the sequel, so you'll be able to read this as a stand alone if it's a squick for you. I gotchu buddies ❤
Tags: Terminal Illnesses, Chronic Illness, Fantasy, What If Stranger Things Was More Like Buffy The Vampire Slayer?, Magic Shit, Mentioned Malpractice, Magic Practice, Magical Healing Cock, Future Magical Pregnancy? It's all complicated and Fairy Tale Rumplestiltskin bullshit, Magical Creatures, Demodogs are Hellhounds, Steve is bad sick from an injury, head injuries, Head Injury, Past Torture, Past Relationship(s), past Stancy, Tinnitus, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Chrissy lived and is living her best life somewhere, mention of cults, Steve's having a bad time but it improves, Steve Needs a Hug, he's gonna get one and more, Billy Hargrove is Bad at Feelings, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve with long hair, I'm running out of ideas for tags so I'll add more later, please suggest tags if you like, slow updates but please comment it helps so much
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amandaj718 · 7 years ago
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A Very Robert Christmas
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I wasn’t going to do this. I swear. I planned to watch, freak out and reblog all the gifs while crying. I plan to still do that, but I have so much to say about a lot of things. This episode felt like a palette cleanser. Almost, like, we were spun into a new direction. I’m going to go person by person. Family too (Ok, I have a lot to say about the Dingles) and then of course…my hearts…Robert Sugden. Aaron Dingle. Robron. (Also, this episode just gave me a great idea for my fanfiction since…it kind of came true today).  This is full of spelling mistakes. My hands were shaking with excitement so excuse the poor execution please.
Let’s begin with the easy stuff.
(This is long. Get a snack) 
General Overview of the Episode
Ryan is amazing. No holds bared here. Ryan Hawley is an amazing actor. The show knows this too or else he wouldn’t have given him his own episode to carry. Before anyone argues, he carries this whole episode. Everyone else (even Danny) is his supporting cast. He is amazing. So was Danny (crying…he always gets me to cry. Without fail!).  
This was well written, well paced and VAL. I loved that Val was the surprise guest. I was so sure it was Katie and so was most of the GA and Robron fans. SURPRISE. I love Val so it was nice to see her.
“You got a lot gayer after I died.” - *SNORT*
The Dingles
*DEEP BREATH* They were just…terrible this year. While I would love to sit here and bad mouth Charity and Paddy about wishing Robert dead (What the frack?!?!) but I would expect that from Charity and Paddy. They are just…mean these days. Not even funny. That might be something else the show is setting up.  Same with Chas. She knew/knows how Aarons feels but she wants her son to move on so she pushes. I get that. Doesn’t mean I like it. Also, bad karma my friends. WISHING PEOPLE DEAD. Just saying.
I want to talk about the Christmas Day celebration. The Dingles and Christmas should feel warm and welcoming. Tight like last year. Everyone was close to each other. The colors felt warm and welcoming. It felt like a family. Everything was shot tighter and with a tinge of old school Christmas cheer around the edges. Touches of green and gold. Some red too. There was a lot of love in their house that night.
This year? It was shot in wide shots. People weren’t sitting as closely. The place felt impersonal and even a bit gaudy.  When the wanted a close shot, it was still a still and front facing two shot. It felt cold. Dark even. The Dingles were all there, but their hearts were long gone or have gone dark.  They were wishing people dead, some were inviting themselves to the party (We will get to Alex later) and Aaron was in his own personal hell.  The Dingles weren’t the warmth this year. They were the cold. Hint of things to come?
The Sugdens
The Sugden Family is a dying breed. They were once the main family (legacy family) but now they feel like an endangered species. I really felt this way after they started writing Victoria this year that the family was seriously in trouble.
I don’t anymore. I’m glad that one of my favorites, Victoria, was back today. I felt her again. She was worried about her brother and her husband. She was a friend to Aaron. She had her worries, but she knew her family, who was in her reach, needed her. It was nice to see complexity come back and not just be a plot device. I loved it. Welcome back Victoria.
Diane felt the same to me. Doug surprised me. I figured he would be a bit cruel or say something stupid, but he showed up with food and he seemed to care. There was a feeling of family. It was small, but it was there. It was nice to see. I felt more warmth with them than the Dingles today.
Lawrence White
Praise John for acting his butt off today. I love how Lawrence still showed up to talk to Robert. He didn’t yell. He didn’t accuse. He was just there to listen. Give Robert his ‘in’ too.
As for dream Lawrence. I think, that Lawrence represented some of the audience as well as the other characters in the village. I noticed he said some stuff I’ve seen written by the general audience and even a few anti’s.  Which, didn’t upset me but showed that the show is aware of what others are feeling outside the fandom. Did I agree with everything he said about Robert? No but I think even Robert feels that way about himself sometimes. Also, Jack’s influence is in there with Lawrence’s appearance.
Rebecca White
Emily Head. I’m not a fan but when she gets to play black widow, she shines. Victim? She looks lost. Not so much. I don’t buy it. Especially in her scenes with Robert as he laid there.
‘Is he dead?’ COULD THAT HAVE SOUNDED MORE FLAT AND UNCARING? I don’t know if it was scripted that way but my god. It was bad. Bad line read. Also, bringing Seb over to see his father on the ground? What the frack? It was odd. Detached. Like she was fine showing Seb something that sad.  Which…woah.
In the dream, her attitude towards Robert, talking about how he approaches business (once again hearing some GA comments and even antis). She was good and seemed to care about what she was saying. She plays black widow so well. SERIOUSLY. That is her strength.
The Seb thing. I mean, Justine and I have wondered if a medical emergency could bring into play paternity. I don’t know. It might have been Robert’s own fears as a dad. It might have been his mind who was in a dark place. I still think something is up there. I just don’t know what yet.
Lachlan White
Lachlan is the more interesting White as per usual. Robert sees him as evil and up to something. He will always be doing something to him. Which, might have been foreshadowing. Killer Lachlan is rising? Maybe? Dream Lachlan and Real Lachlan didn’t have any changes. Also, he was attached to Alex shocking him back to existence. Which…well…. Lachlan might be the shot in the arm to get this story going? Maybe. Either way, he was the most direct and most obvious from dream to real life.
Chrissie White
WHERE THE FRACK WAS CHRISSIE?
Alex Mason
It’s not secret that I don’t like Alex. I find him plotty. I find him annoying. I find him needy. I find him pushy. I don’t like the guy. Today, I found him all those things at once. He shows up to the Dingles without being asked. He was a bit harsh with Robert and didn’t seem to believe him when he said to fight for Aaron. We know how this ends with Aaron tomorrow but yes. Even after all that, like my friend Kat said, he wasn’t a factor. Yes, he was in the episode and had an impact but not really. He was just…a non-factor. He was there to push along a tiny plot thread that I think will be tied up by the second week of January and not by Robert but by Aaron.
Aaron Dingle
There has been a lot of talk about Aaron and choice. His choice. Family choice. Robert’s choice. The show addressed that tonight and that made me realize that the Robron/Aaron fandom was right on point. Aaron and his choice. Aaron has a been a bit passive lately. He did things for himself but mostly let his family dictate things, let Robert make a few decisions and even let Liv move him along. I had a lot of problems with that.
Tonight, Aaron made his choices…kind of. Ok, this might feel jumbled because my mind is still very jumbled about my favorite bearded bunny.  Ok…let me see if I can get out what I am feeling about Aaron and choice.
I think Alex is being pushed on to Aaron by his family.  
Victoria kind of pushed Aaron towards Robert.
Chas pushed Aaron to leave the hospital faster.
Ok. Aaron has three choices. Go with his families choice. Go with Victoria’s. Go with his own. This is when it gets complicated. I think Aaron hit his limit this Christmas. I think listening to his family, Victoria and then Robert’s opinions set him over. I think he had decided and then Robert and what he said, changed that again. If that makes sense.
Aaron loves Robert. They are soulmates (more on that in their own section) and I think he went in there ready to pick Robert but at the same time…he still wasn’t there or sure. He fought Robert but still backed off quickly. So, Aaron makes his decision, but he makes the easy one?
I’m so confused by what they are trying to accomplish with Aaron. I feel like Aaron will get his taste of a normal relationship and grow bored or find what he doesn’t want. Then he will start making decisions (Robert is his best friend but he isn’t going to be pushing anything onto him) that will lead him to support Robert in a quiet way (healthier way?) that leads us to reunion.
I’m very confused about Aaron right now. Obviously. I love him but Aaron…baby….honey…you can design your life the way you want. I wish you would learn that you can be happy with your choices. Support is great and needed but you have to make the decisions in your life. Time for you to do that.
Robert Sugden
Robert has had quite the ride today. I think Robert’s dream was an over exaggerated version of how he feels about himself and a mix of what he thinks others think about him. There were quite a few truths and Val’s section was less about how he feels but what could be if he continues down this road he has been on all year. 2018 will be a different year for him. He won’t change completely (no soap character does) but I think a lot of his worse qualities that have been played up all year will calm down and Robert will learn more. LISTEN more. Val keep saying listen. Robert needs to listen. He has already started. He listened to Victoria. He listened to Alex. He listened to Diane and Doug. He listened to Lawrence between talking to him about Seb.
Speaking of Seb. I think Robert will focus on being a dad now. He made the choice to concentrate on being a better dad to his son which I know is a sticking point for a lot of fans. It needs to happen even if Seb doesn’t stay.  Robert does love his child. Don’t take that away from him fandom. Yes, it is a representation of a very bad year for Robert but in time…those memories fade. Believe me, they will on a soap. Again, I’m still not sure this kid is sticking around. They still haven’t cast another baby and even weirder they didn’t cast twins outright. Something is going on there and we aren’t allowed to know just yet.
Robert isn’t a bad person. He isn’t the worst soap character on that show (Charity and Cain spring to mind) but now Robert has been given an episode. He was given a chance to better himself for himself and no one else. He is being given the chance by writers to make himself an even deeper legacy character. This is good. I like this. Did I mention how much I LOVE RYAN HAWLEY?!?! Ahem…yes. He was good. GREAT. He was great.
Robron
WOW. Do those two idiots love each other. Beyond just love. They are soulmates. My heart was beating a mile a minute and I was holding my breath. Bad combo by the way. HA. Those two. Man. They just gave us a nice highway to reunion and marriage. Yes, they did. Hear me out.
Robert knows that holding onto Aaron isn’t healthy. Not in the state he is in. He needs to get better for himself. Get himself together and then be a dad to Seb.
Aaron wants to hold on, but I think even he knows holding on isn’t healthy. He needs to go off and do something else. Date Alex for instance.
Both don’t want to let go but they must. They have to do what is best for themselves while being friends (lets kid ourselves…they will never be completely out of each other’s lives…maybe in death and even then they will haunt each other).  They need to rebuild and to rebuild with a foundation of friendship…that’s good. That is strong. That will last longer than just build a new relationship with old hurt and memories still lingering in the background.
This was clean break. A clean slate. A reason for them to build again. I might even get my wish. A reverse of last time only healthier. Aaron gets to do what he needs to do. Finds his way and then stands in the background as Roberts support as he deals with final White drama.
Friends. Best friends.
It hurts like hell. It hurts so bad. That cheek kiss broke me. Aaron crying. Robert crying. It hurt. IT HURT LIKE A STICK ON A BUTTCHEEK. It was needed and we are on the way. WE ARE IN THE FINAL ACT PEOPLE. LETS DO THIS.
Incidentals
That scene with Gerry and Aaron walking down in that nice suit. I’m going to echo my dear friend Justine here. Maybe that was foreshadowing for a wedding. Aaron’s wedding suit? MAYBE?!?!
My fanfiction touches a lot on what was touched on in this episode today. Not as great as the real thing but I feel like I’m not wasting my time sticking around and being positive. I’m not too stupid. *wink*
Gerry is a great addition. I can’t wait to see him be fleshed out.
I loved Jimmy and his boxers (WHAT DID THAT ALL MEAN?!?!) I can’t get a handle on what they were trying to do with Jimmy other than the obvious. I wonder if that was a hint at things to come for Jimmy. He is getting a storyline. He kept mentioning having a good idea for the scrapyard. Which is…worrisome.
Small thing in the hospital. Robert’s name was always placed above Alex’s. Yes, its protocol but I think that was a wink that Robert will ALWAYS be above Alex. *LET ME HAVE THIS*
Whew. I know not everyone will agree. I may have overthought or not thought through enough.  That episode gave me so many feels and I still have feels writing this. I loved it. It hurt like hell but I know…its for the best. I see people think this means Robron are over but not at all. This is a new beginning. Exactly what they need for 2018.
*glasses up*
Lets hang on and follow this out. WE ARE ALMOST THERE. WE ARE CLOSE TO REUNION (my guess? February. Maxine episodes) and seeing AARON AND ROBERT GET STRONGER AWAY FROM EACH OTHER AND TOGETHER. Bring it on.
*CLINK*
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skylesbian · 7 years ago
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what is your full opinion on rebecca maybe getting killed off? xx
hello!! 
well tbqh, only thinking about this gives me anxiety sdkjlgs
my opinion could be divided into two parts: objective opinion, and subjective opinion. ofc my objective opinion isn’t a 100% objective, but here i go.
killing rebecca off would be, objectively, wong. they bringing a woman into the show, making half of her scenes about her feelings for a man (who treats her like shit in 99% of those scenes), and making her pregnant only for killing her after she has the baby, with the reason probably being giving that nasty man (and his partner) a baby, is such a gross trope. like emmerdale has always being pretty misogyny and they treat their female characters like shit, but that would be. god so gross. 
not to mention (jk ofc im mentioning it) the homophobia of this storyline: aaron going to prison and facing that kind of abuse (that was the nastiest thing i have ever seen emmerdale done) just to give r*bert a reason to cheat on him so they could have a baby what fucking nasty gross shit is that im Mad.
and well, as a rebecca stan, i would be fuming. she has so much potential!!! she is lovely and nice and she has done like one (1) bad thing in her life (sleeping with her sister fiance) but like. okay i know she is not perfect, but she is such a great character and she has so many interesting dynamics (chrissie!! debbie!! liv!! aaron!! vic!! even her scenes with characters as lydia and bernice are gold!! like i can’t wait to see bex having more scenes with different characters) and i think seeing this new face of bex where she is a mum, is amazing. like she has always been a “free spirit” and i can’t wait to see how she mixes that with being a good mum!!
but yeah, basically rebecca dying to give r*bron a baby is misogyny and homophobia and bad lazy writing and i couldn’t stand it lol
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aviewfromtheclouds25 · 8 years ago
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Hi lovely, love your ssw theories, I always look forward,to reading your updates as eps happen. I keep asking myself if Bex is for real, or is she just playing everyone & being a manipulative attention seeker? Surely we cant put all he changeable moods & decisions down to bad writing. She left but then came back....why? (bc her letters were not seen)? Is she really pregnant or is she using this to gain some sort of control. Sorry I know you don't have all the answers, I just want this sl over.
Hi, anon! Bless you, that’s so sweet. Thank you so much. I’m just glad (and still somewhat amused) that people actually enjoy reading my rambling haha. :) I love all the theories too, they help make the storyline more bearable at least haha! Honestly, anon, I wish I had all the answers but if I did Robert would have told Aaron once he’d come home, we’d have found out they never actually slept together and Rebecca was never really pregnant, and Ross would have been in on the plan with her from the start. Because there would have been such good dramatic irony for us watching it, and that would have kept the audience interested and invested. (And I’ll never understand that random spoiler “Ross and Rebecca meet… But what are they up to?” Umm, having a chat about Ross being a good dad and then hooking up for the rest of the afternoon before bragging about it in earshot of Robert apparently..? Why is this so extraordinary that it is spoiler-worthy?? Unless this was the day a baby was conceived…)
I can’t put this all down to bad writing. Yeah, they have their moments like most shows and these are definitely getting more frequent than they used to be, but to be consistently this poor and inconsistent? (Consistently inconsistent, oh the irony haha.) I just can’t accept that.
Right now, anon, I’m very much back in The Theory realm. My thoughts on the details have changed a couple of times over the weeks - between her not being pregnant at all and it being Ross’s - but the one belief that I’ve held throughout is that Rebecca is playing everyone. So right now, I’m very much back to my original theory that she and Robert never slept together, she set it up for Ross to get her pregnant and is now using it as revenge on Robert.
I’m adamant there’s a twist coming because it is 100% not Robert’s baby. We’ve all discussed loads the fact that we’ve been told outright from the start, and so have the characters, but think about this… When he was in prison, Aaron’s cellmate Ethan showed him a photo of his own child and Aaron said “They all look the same to me.” Since Rebecca’s pregnancy, I assumed this was foreshadowing for a “Who’s the daddy?” plot. Except we’ve never once been made to ask who the daddy is… Because this is a “Who’s the daddy?” plot in reverse. Why would Aaron need to tell the difference if it’s actually Robert’s baby and he’s been told this from the start? He wouldn’t, unless it’s signposting a paternity twist.
And I’ve actually been discussing all of this with @itwasjustmisplaced, but let’s not forget that the whole basis of Rebecca’s character and reason for her being in the village was because of the question mark over her own paternity. And like she pointed out to Chrissie yesterday, this baby will be Lawrence’s first biological grandchild. And we know Lawrence will soon be dying… Perhaps part of the confusion is that those of us who have been convinced of a twist or The Theory, have not factored in her relationships with her family (because we hadn’t seen them have scenes together for 84 years) and instead solely focused on her wanting revenge on Robert? Maybe this is about her family, too, and the way she was treated by them. And maybe part of the reason she wants revenge on Robert is because of how he manipulated her into the situation with that paternity test and how it broke her family, not to mention the years she’d spent away from them because of the ordeal she had been through because of her dalliance with him? Maybe what she really wants is revenge on Robert and her inheritance. She specifically mentioned this to Chrissie, within the same conversation that she said something about Lawrence along the lines of “He can’t hate the baby just because of who its dad is.” And we’ve seen, she didn’t want Lawrence to know she was pregnant yet. And she certainly didn’t want him to know it’s Robert’s…or her story of it being his, at least. Because look at his reaction. She needs to hold his favour if this is all part of a plan.
Because part of the inconsistency we’re seeing is the fact that she seems to have a different persona - and a different story - for each of the characters. And I strongly believe that’s because she’s playing them all. Because look at how she’s handling the situation with Chrissie - aside from the fact that the story she gave Chrissie was somewhat altered to the one we’ve frequently heard and her general character was so different to the point that I actually felt like had she been shown that way consistently throughout I might actually have been able to vaguely understand her role in this storyline a bit better - the way she gets upset when the baby is mentioned to someone else? (Also her reaction to Vic telling Ross.) I feel like maybe there was a plan, and she needed to involve people to make it work, but now it’s become too messy and she’s losing her control of the situation. (Although this kind of makes me think back to a post I wrote after The Incident about the relationship between hope and control, and the way this has continued throughout. Because if this twist is the case, she’s losing control but Robron are gaining hope through Aaron forgiving Robert after he's been honest…)
I don’t know, anon. I could write a hundred different scenarios of how this twist could play out and everything which alludes to it, because there really are so many different ways this could go. But ultimately, I’m staying in this realm. Because with a twist, everything makes sense. Without it, nothing makes sense. And I just refuse to let that hope go yet. I want all the answers, too, anon. We’ll get them soon, I’m sure. :)
EDIT: This twist would totally fit with Rebecca's part in the SSW Theory, though, Because that's when she arrived and the whole paternity issue was brought up...
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Open the door you Knucklehead!
When you don’t have your love you are doomed to get the Blues.  Everything seems wrong.  Nothing feels right and you think death sounds peaceful if you did not to have to endure this torture of being part from love.  I’ve been looking for that person for what seems an eternity now of 39 years of living but not as many looking but apparently many reincarnations in the process.  I’ve kissed a lot of frogs to just settle for anyone now but it’s not looking good.  Nothing looks good everything seems like too much  Nothing feels right or taste right.  My reason for living seems to be consumed with daily chores of trash, shit, piss, dishes, laundry, shipping listing, driving, smoking, popping pills for energy that do the opposite now, drinking a beer to numb the pain to only find more upon awaking and the bills are pilling up.   Where is my Sunshine?  Where is my soul mate?  Where is the one who loves a wretch like me?  where are you hiding?  When you think you find them they deny your love which is more painful than I can bare.  Why does this have to be Mission Impossible?  Why does everything have to seem so difficult?  Why is everything so expensive?  Why do I have no pie for myself?  Where is my crumb?  Where is my share?  Why is life not fair?  Why do the meanies keep winning?  Why are the crooks in charge?  Why is our media just garbage?  Why?  Why is this world so fucked up?  Why does this fat bitch have a husband?  Why are they happy and I’m not?  Why are they rich and I’m not?  Why I ask myself?  Why did I get delt this hand in life?  Why did I have to learn the hard way?  What was all this for?  What purpose do I have anymore?  What left do I have to give?  When all everyone does is take.  When will it be my turn to shine?  Or am I just a burned out star now?  This little light of mine shined too long and it’s about to form a black hole, it’s doomed for chaos, run boys! run from her seems to be the case.  The ones I love don’t love me or know know me but I love them it seems to be the only thing keeping me alive at this point is some kind’ve hope of my dream.  That it’s not over just yet.  That you have one more shot one more chance.  You aren’t a complete failure just yet.  Don’t give up Chrissy it will work out I try to comfort myself.  Nobody cares, they all keep chiving on as I sink.  They throw me  a bone but the bones get smaller and smaller,  Now I feel like it’s doomsday that they forgot about me.  That God has forsaken his promise, that I’m gonna end up worse then Scarlett.  At least she tasted love and we don’t know how it ended do we?  We don’t know what ever came of Scarlett.  Did Rhett ever come back?  Did she kill herself?  Did she get her Ashley?  Did  she die alone?  Just like Jesus we don’t know what he was like during his early life.  Maybe when Jesus comes back we will learn what happened to Scarlett.  In my life I can relate to Scarlett a woman cursed with tragedy for the price of her Beauty.  She to most is very unlikeable by her deemener, she is spoiled, mean and manipulative, Life loves to hit Scarlett and people love to watch her Sink.  Those that do help her nearly get killed in the process or killed.  What is the curse of the Scarlett woman?  Why are we all doomed for this tragedy of a unrequited love?  Why do we feel as though we are doomed to never find true love?  Why does this task seem like a dying battle?  Why did so many have to fall in the process?  Why is this love such a battleground?   Scarlett wasn’t really that bad if you think about it.  She survived many tragedies and in the process was still beautiful and had more then most.  She did what she had to do in order to survive and kept her fiesty spirit along with style and grace.  She stayed true to her nature by enduring the blows to only become even stronger and more beautiful.  I think if I were to write the ending to Scarlett it would be very easy to just have her kill herself because you’d rather her do that then to view her drown.  I mean what if Scarlett had lost everything and ended up being a whore?  We don’t want that for her.  I think I’d rather see her kill herself then to see that.  What would a happy ending be for Scarlett?  Could anyone ever make her happy?  Why is she so hard to love but so easy to watch?  Maybe it’s kind’ve like wtinessing a train wreck from a distance it may look crazy and wild but if you were actually  a person on that train or near that track it wouldn’t be so cool.  It would probably not end up good.  Instead of figuring out why these two trains are about to collide and wondering who engineered it or what could prevent this in the future.  We do nothing.  Stop the Train!  Do something!  Help!  Everyone involved in her life I’m sure will never forget her,  She made quite the impression.  I don’t think you could forget a Scarlett woman maybe that’s why were doomed.  People are jealous of the Stars the ones to stand out in a crowd.  We are treated like caged animals.  We try to escape the cage to only be trapped in a smaller one.  The only way out for us is death and even in that we never die.  Death is not the end.  We just come back and do it all over again and again.  When will this curse end and this curtain come down?  Why is it always a tragedy?  Why can’t we live happily ever after?  I think by having Gone with the Wind end with us left hanging is probably the best ending because those that loved her still have hope for her and those that despised her character can be happy that it did not end happily ever after.  Now if Scarlett was a terrible spoiled wretch why did her character fascinate so many people?  What would Gone with the Wind be like without Scarlett?  Would it even exist?  What would be the point?  That is why to me I find that it be most urgent for the Scarlett woman to be protected and helped. Without her their would be no point.  Life would be boring and plain.  Stop beating Scarlett women up.  They are going extinct.  God put them here for a reason just accept that most books have a main character you can’t take away that character without making it another book.  You need a main character.  That is how life should be.  Scarlett was a Queen and really deserved to be treated like one.  I wish she didn’t have to suffer by causes not her own but she was a lot stronger then you would give her credit for that’s for sure.  I hope Rhett is lost without his Scarlett and she tried to get him back.  Maybe he gave her quite the challenge the next time but in the end it only made her love him even more and everything was sugar plums, cupcakes, rainbows again on Earth because with a love that big it would effect the Universe, it would put the train back on track, it would be heaven on earth.  Come on God make all those scars be worth the price of Love.  With love they will be worth it.  With love they will tell a story so spectacular that not even the stars above have ever witnessed.  Let this prophecy come true, let the covenant of God stay true to a promise long ago.  Let love live again in the Scarlett woman, let this curse be denied and removed, let her enemies be the ones forsaken, let the Word of God ring truth and Justice in the wise.  Tell the Stars above and the heavens.  Let them see this happy ending,  Give me my love sooner than later, cupid shoot him with my arrow of love, and have a messenger bring him my way at once.  Tell him that I love him, show him that I am the one he’s been looking for, let him not escape my love, let him see only me in his heart, let my love engulf him and his body yearn to have me at once.  May his dreams guide him to me, show him now I beg of you, let him know I’m the one he’s been looking for, let him know I’m the one he’s been singing about, tell him I’m the one made for him.  If he denies my love may he feel something missing, let his heart feel my pain,  may he hear me cry for him while were apart.  May he feel like he’s dying without me.  When he sees my face may he realize that he loves me.  May his body ache for only me.  May he wonder what would have happened had he kissed me last November.    If I could redo that night I would have kissed you and showed you how much I loved but you know Cupid thinks its funny sometimes to shoot arrows at others instead.  You and I still were never really apart because soulmates can still love at a distance.  You were always with me and I with you in some way or another.  Seeing you always made me happy the only thing painful is not for long enough.  I guess i am happy to have tasted the love we shared and always hoped that one day you’d come back to me that you’d somehow figure out that you loved me.  I thought you were still with me somehow on this journey.  If you were my one true love you could feel this and know that no matter what  a love like this can only grow bigger the more you deny or run. May you know that I will always love you and wanted only you the whole time.  Cupid don’t stop shooting aim for his heart.  Why is my love so stubborn?  Why won’t my love come home?  Why can’t cupid aim right?  Cupid stop shooting arrows and confusing more hearts.  Cupid just give me my love to hold tight, give me my love to touch, cupid stop playing games, this is not funny,  Cupid if I can’t have my love you can kill me.  Shoot me next time to death.  Maybe in death he will miss me.  Maybe in death he will know that he loved me.  Maybe in death we will be together.  I’d rather have a happy ending in this please don’t let it end like Gatsby.  I beg of you to give me my love at once, let this game of love be over,  I will surrender to my love, give me my love please I beg you.  If you have to write it in the stars heavens somehow let him not deny my love.  Have the stars shoot only above my house.  Have the stars write our names and be his guide home.  May it be a miraculous event.  Guide my love to me someohow nature, show him if he is blinded, show him that i love him, show him that I’m the one somehow.  Have a birdie whisper in his ear my name, have a horse nah my name, have a donkey show up at his door with a bow tie that reads my name and address on a tag, if he is still in denial may he hear someone call my name when no one is there, may he start to hear voices to tell him I love him,  make him learn he can never escape my love, he will find only me in his dreams, may he start to go crazy and get paranoid.  May he realize he surrounded my fakes and phonies. That nobody in this world is real anymore no not one person but that girl he met at a picnic.  That girl he loved for a short time be the one girl to never escape his mind.  May he feel me when he sings his songs, may he start to see that one girl he’s been singing for this whole time was me all along.  May his love start to fill his body may his thoughts start thinking about that girl in Helena more and more each day, May he start to tingle with pleasure when he thinks of me.  May he want me more and more.  For Gods sake Cupid bring my love to me in one piece this time.   Someone shoots cupid and cupid falls from the sky. My love is a witness of this event of cupid falling from the sky. My love runs to see what just fell from the sky My love hears cupid moan in pain My love follows the voice to find Cupid laying at what appears to be a railroad track crossway.
My love runs to Cupid and sees that somebody had shot Cupid in the heart. Cupid says I once loved a girl a mortal that you have known. She loved you and to.ld me to shoot you with her love but instead thought it would be funny to shoot others instead  I wanted her for myself I was wrong in that I now know.  I learned that you can’t play with mortals hearts like that.  All this playing has finally caught up with me.  For now I am dying please here me out.  Chrissy Bowers is your soul mate she’s the one you’ve been singing about.  She’s your muse and you know it she is the one promise this world has left.  You are both the ones phopetized long ago.  I urge you to go to her at once.  Stop everything you are doing and go get your love.  I am cupid a messenger that has never felt love for a mortal.  She is like no other I promise in time you will know. I tell you the truth I promise so in death I can have peace.  I pray that I am forgiven for what I did by telling the truth in my last dying breath t.  Cupid points to the sky and says see even the stars above are waiting for you to go get her and tell her you know for certain she’s the one you love. that she is your twin flame now you know it.  Cupid points and then breaths his last breath at the site above.  My love can’t believe what he’s seeing in the sky.  My love is now in awe at the beauty he sees that night that he thinks he’s dreaming that this can’t be real.   My love is now greeted by a donkey with a bowtie that has my name and address on his tag. My love laughs and can’t believe what he’s seeing. The donkey speaks and says your love is waiting for you here just hop on my back and I’ll take you to her now. My love can’t believe what he’s seeing but is now certain that he loves only me.   He gets on the donkey with a bow ties back and they ride through the night.  The donkey says see the stars they are guiding us to your love right now.  This is only a sign of a promise you must now know without a doubt.   This is the one lesson that I am telling do not ever deny a ladies love but if you do by error or mistake let it be known that the stars will always be happy guide you back.  There is always hope that love will find its way home by this story is a promise and testimate of a True love story can have a happy ending even if someone has to shoot cupid and a donkey gives you a ride.  Love can have a happy ending after all.  May nothing be in vain if in the end you get your love.  May no man nor no woman ever become between us again now that our curse is broken and covenant reunited.  Let love rule your heart not Cupid he’s dead and gone now.  True lovers are now reunited you don’t need cupid here anymore  
Cupid was forgiven but God sent him on another journey he’s somewhere following the stars in the sky to find his one true love.  Cupid is now learning the hard way for why you should never interfere with love. Don’t hate Cupid for shooing and aiming wrong sometimes he apparently doesn’t have the best vision it seems because Cupid is now lost without his love.  Now that cupid knows that God made him a soul mate too he has hope he will find her.
Funny how love works sometimes it moves in mysterious ways but the lesson like I said if a lady gives you her heart don’t break it mend it to yours and your love will get bigger each day as your love for one another grows you will see what you have been missing and now know never to run from a lovers call.  
Open the door to love next time you knucklehead.  
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(1/2) I think the car crash spoiler is supposed to be for hollyoaks, but I was going through the what's next spoilers Duncan gave and there's 5 spoilers for 5 soaps, so logically there's one for each. The one with a new family member showing up will probably be Eastenders. Then there's the pregnancy one, the one with someone admitting to a violent crime, and an untrusting boyfriend following their partner.
(2/2) I had a second where I thought the untrusting boyfriend would be Aaron but that would make no sense, Robert confesses on his own and Aaron fully trusts him right now. The only recent violent crime is Pierce raping Rhona and we know he won’t admit anytime soon, so that one’s out. I think the Emmerdale spoiler is either Marlon not trusting Carly or Rebecca’s pregnancy 😃 I love that you get as into the speculation and theories as me, I’m certain Rebecca won’t have Robert’s baby in December😘
Wait. No. Don’t tell me this, Molly. Don’t destroy the dream. Haha. Has this actually been confirmed? I wouldn’t know about HO. But I have so many feelings about that car crash being Emmerdale - and for Rebecca to change her mind about going to Ibiza, to come back to the village and find herself caught up in a car crash, she’s then taken to hospital, which Chrissie then rushes to, and Ross Barton receives bad news that his unborn child died as a result of the accident which will also see an end to Rebecca. I can see this so clearly??? I mean, I had a whole bunch of theories relating to the SSW cycle bringing about another car crash (because there were those rumours about a stunt being filmed the same week they filmed the reveal??) and the possible victims being Rebecca, Carly or Robert - Carly was a little bit of a stretch admittedly (poor @itwasjustmisplaced and @wellyfullofale can vouch for that haha!) but there has been so much foreshadowing to Rebecca dying​, she herself said “the good always die young” in a completely unnecessary scene on the day of The Incident (about Holly no less, and the thing about Holly’s death? Completely embargoed, out-of-the-blue, and shocking. So do I still think there's a chance they’re aiming for another shocking twist now? Absolutely.) and was she not always pitched as the “good” White? And Taryn even reminded me that during SSW Lachlan told Robert to stay away from Rebecca because she’s “good”… Tell me this doesn’t mean something. (Please don’t. I’m staying here forever, I tell you.); But then there’s Robert and the fact that, in terms of the SSW parallels, right now Robert/Aaron are the equivalent of James/Emma. Which is a painful thing to write haha. But here they are embarking on a new chapter of their lives together, recently engaged/married, moving into their new home together, with one having recently cheated and the other finding out. There’s even the parallel of Ross being the only person who knows outside of the three people involved… So if the parallels were to continue and the crash spoiler was for Emmerdale, it would be Robert in grave danger but, unlike James, he would survive so he and Aaron could get through all of this together. (Because sidenote, why was it only Danny doing the tour of the Mill set? Purely because Ryan just doesn’t do that stuff? Or was Ryan made up for some stunt-related scenes that will coincide with the episodes of the reveal?).
I was quite excited about it because it also gave the chance for all of these storylines - every one which has been affected/altered by the events of SSW, which is just so many - to converge again because it could be so easy but amazing. But alas, given the latest spoilers, it seems the pregnancy spoiler appears to be about Rebecca. Which is disappointing frankly, but I’m still not ruling out the possibility of both of these things happening haha. But yeah, the only other violent crime has been those youths attacking Eric so I don’t see it being that. It could be Marlon following Carly, but I feel like it’s all pointing towards the pregnancy spoiler with Rebecca. But I genuinely thought they just wanted us to believe that!? My theorising mind was so convinced, and still kind of is haha. Honestly, I can’t stop, Molly. I just can’t. Help. Haha.
But yeah, there definitely won’t be a baby… Which leads me to your most recent message (I’m aware you sent this ages ago, apologies, but I still wanted to reply!)…
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