#begging screaming crying for a trailer drop

[izurathespookyskeleton]

Maybe the sonic movie 3 trailer is the friends we made along the way❤️

[luveline]

Pre moving in together:

Roan wakes up in the middle of the night with a nightmare and she’s begging for reader and Eddie doesn’t know what to do so he calls Reader who immediately is like “give me five minutes” and speeds over to the trailer at 3am

thank you for your request! eddie and roan. fem!reader, 1.2k

"What time do you call this?" you whisper through bleary eyes. 

"I know, I know," Eddie says, opening his arms to give you a grateful hug. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but she won't go down." 

Go down like she's a baby again. You don't mind crawling out of bed heavy-limbed and head pounding for someone like him. He kisses your cheek gently. 

"Where is she?" 

"In my bed with her head under a pillow. She was screaming crying until she heard your car outside, but when I told her you were here she just sniffed at me." Eddie leans back. Tummies touching, arms between you, he holds you by the shoulders. "You look pretty even when you're dead tired." 

"You look handsome even after a night from hell," you say, wiping a sleepy from the corner of his eye delicately. 

Eddie takes your hand, rolling your fingers in his. It's all slow like action through sand, the night time a heavy cloak. You follow him down the hall to his bedroom, the smaller of the two, immediately affronted by the thick air and low light. 

"Open the window?" you ask quietly, climbing on knees onto the mattress. Eddie's sheets are rumpled and warm, pushed back to the middle of the bed by aggravated feet. 

"Hey, princess," you say, putting your hand on Roan's stomach. She lays flat on her back, a pillow covering her head. You lean down so you can see her face as you lift the pillow up an inch, two. "Hello. Daddy says you wanted to see me, but you don't want to anymore?" 

Her cheeks are shiny with drying tears. You push the pillow back completely to see her best, her swollen eyes and downturned lips. 

"We can't hide under the pillows when you're this beautiful," you say, giving her a shake. 

"That's what I said!" Eddie agrees, sitting at the top of the bed by Roan's head.

He drops a big hand into her hair. Roan perks up at the attention, lifting her head enough for Eddie to slide his hand underneath it as a cushion. 

"Was it a really bad dream?" you murmur.

"Yeah," she whispers back. 

"What happened?" you ask. 

"It's… you…" Roan turns onto her side a little toward her dad, but she keeps your hand, holding it in both of hers weakly. 

"Did I do something to you?" you ask, concerned. 

"No, you just…" 

Eddie leans down to her level, whispering in her ear, "Tell her what you told me, it's okay." 

"I don't want to tell her." 

"Do you want me to say it instead?" Eddie asks. 

Roan nods and buries her face into the sheets. 

Eddie covers the top of her head with his hand protectively. "Roan had a dream that you went away for work and stayed there." He gives you a small smile. "I think she thought it was true when she woke up. I tried telling her you're still here." 

"I'm here." You slide forward on your knees, laying down as much as you can without crushing Roan beneath you. 

"But you weren't," Roan says tearily. 

Despite what you might've thought months ago, it's easy to make children feel better most of the time. Not always, of course, there are times where she's beyond reason, and there are times when the issue is too big, but nightmares can be willed away with a soft touch. You stroke her hair out of her face carefully before moving in for a hug. Your arms are too long, awkwardly bent.

"Nightmares are so silly, huh? I would never leave without coming back, princess. I don't even like those work trips, you remember? Daddy had to drag me to the airport and I came home early!" you say, enthusing your tone with cheer. 

Truthfully, you suffer the same sort of nightmare. Eddie's had this look about him for a while now, like he has something to say —a question to ask you— and you're terrified that you're seeing what you want to see. You love him so much you've convinced yourself a proposal is on the horizon. You're so happy you've thought about bringing it up yourself. 

The nightmares hold you back. You often have them awake (they aren't really nightmares at all, just expansive and pervasive worries), visions of a break up, Eddie putting his hand on your shoulder and telling you this isn't going to work. You've had a taste of this life and you know what you could build together with Roan, and the only way it would come to an end is if Eddie wanted it to. 

You turn your face to look at him, thinking. He's giving you a tired but loving smile, content to sit back while you have a say. He trusts you to take care of Ro, he knew he could call you in the middle of the night to make her feel better, the same way he's called you before to make him feel better. 

Eddie loves you. You have to trust that it won't go away without warning. 

"I know it's scary sometimes, because you don't really get to choose when you see me," you say, tentative, voice growing stronger as Eddie rubs your arm. "It's not fair, right? Daddy takes you to school, daddy brings you home, you go to uncle Wayne's on Sundays, and you only get to sleep at my house when everybody else decides, I know it's hard. I miss you like crazy, Ro. I can't even say it out loud sometimes 'cos it makes me teary," you say honestly. "I miss you and your dad so much I can't breathe, sometimes. But I feel better eventually 'cus I know your dad won't run away without telling me." 

"Where am I running away to?" Eddie asks. 

"Mistresses," you whisper. 

He scoffs and gives you a squeeze. "Sure." 

"I can't go somewhere without coming back. I'd miss you, so much, like a magnet, I'd get pulled right back." You hold your hand above her chest and drop it onto her collar without force. "Like this. Try and peel me off, you can't." 

Roan tries to peel your hand away. You stick. She grunts and really puts some force into it. 

"Guess we're stuck together tonight," you say. 

"Will you stay over?" she asks. 

"She has to stay over, babe. She has to keep me warm now she made me open that window," Eddie says. 

"Can I have a hug?" she whispers. 

You pull Roan into your arms. She feels right, a weight you were meant to hold. Eddie gets his arm around both of you stubbornly, whining about the cold and his 'selfish girls' hogging all the heat. 

"You need more pillows," you complain in turn. 

Eddie drags you onto his chest. "This better?" 

You dip your face to Roan's. "What do we think, Ro?" you whisper conspiratorially.

She knows exactly what you're asking from her. "Nope, not better." 

Eddie closes his eyes, groaning in faux pain. "Girls, please. I just wanna sleep now my Ro is okay, can we please sleep? I'll buy new pillows in the morning, I promise."

"Don't believe him," Roan warns. 

"I don't." 

"Girls. Sleep. Give me a hard time when I can see again." 

You and Roan laugh and burrow further under the blankets. 

[rowdyhughesy]

Don’t run away, not now - Trevor Zegras

“ I’m burnt out, shit I need some rest. But how can I escape you if you’re in my head? “

- chase atlantic

requested: no

wc: 870

song fic inspired by This is what a broken heart feels like by Marina Lin

You gave it all away

Didn’t even let me in

You gave the worst goodbye

And people ask me how I've been

I wished relationships would come with a trailer, that you could watch it before you fall in love and decide if you wanted to continue. That if the impending heartache that could follow is truly worth it. If those two years filled with kisses on Saturday mornings, the smell of burning toast coming from the kitchen, warm fingertips drawing invisible shapes across my back in the early hours.

The fights when neither of us want to admit we've been wrong, when Trevor threw dirty laundry on the bathroom floor or forgot to put the dishes away.

Or when I let my insecurities become an obstacle I had problems crossing on my own. He would be there with a smile so big the ends of his eyelashes kissed the apples of his cheeks. Soft pink lips placing butterfly light kisses on my temple. Whispering how I was the most beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes on.

How I wish I could've seen the trailer and been prepared for the ending. Saved myself the numbing ache that followed when I walked inside that door. Trevors facial expression void of any emotion as he breaks my heart into a million tiny glass pieces. 'I don't think it's working out.' Echoing inside my skull every damn time someone asks me how I'm holding up.

Replaying like a broken record that won't stop no matter how much I scream or cry. Palms pressed over my ears crying for it to shut up. Begging for silence. If only for a second

Friday nights got me feeling lonely

Saturdays are when the bottles empty

Why'd you have to leave me?

Dani strokes a comforting hand over the top of my head. Trying to smooth out the tangled rats ness I call hair her other arm wrapped around my body, cuddling me close to her side. Mumbling words of encouragement in my ear as I press my cheek closer to her chest. Hot tears wetting my skin as they run down, leaving small dark splotches on her sweater in their wake.

Throat sore from the cries of a broken heart I’ve been letting out for the past couple of hours.

It’s been two months since Trevor left but the tears still haven’t run dry. Every day there’s new ones along with the clenching feeling in my ribcage. It’s like someone has a tight grip on my heart and slowly but surely the grip becomes tighter and tighter. Squeezing with everything it has until the pain is all I can feel. Until it’s all that’s left.

‘Why did he have to leave Dani? What did I do wrong?’ Voice cracking as another wave of tears bubbles up. Eyes bloodshot, glassy from yet unshed tears and eyelashes clumped together.

‘You didn’t do anything wrong honey you did absolutely nothing. Do you hear me? This is not on you.’ Dani rests her chin on my head. Hand having left it’s previous position in my hair so both her arms are now cradling me close.

Small drops of her own tears that’s managed to slip out landing on my head. Troy gives her a sad smile from his place on the armchair across the coffee table. Trying to hold back all his frustration at his teammate for leaving someone so hurt and broken. For hurting a girl he’s considered as his little sister for two years.

But all he and Dani can do is be a shoulder to lean on and someone to confide in as the girl tries to get over the boy who left without warning.

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

Don't leave me

It’s hard to explain the feeling that crawls up your chest when you come across your ex boyfriends Instagram post. To see those light blue eyes and big smile that used to make your body tingle, lips twitching up at the corners and heart feel like it doubles in size.

Just that this time it’s shards of glass ripping through my skin and into my bones. Tears pricking at my waterline and breath getting knocked out of my lungs. Whole body deflating when I notice the pretty girl standing with her arms wrapped around his middle and kiss pressed to his cheek.

Love you to the moon and to Saturn typed underneath.

And the realisation that he’s never coming back crashing over me like a building being torn down. Rubble and dirt all that’s left behind along with my heart.

Flashes of a face red from crying as I beg for him to not leave, tell me what I could do to make him stay. Without even knowing that he’d been one foot out the door the whole time.

Heart already belonging to someone else. That I was the obstacle he had to get over to be with someone new, someone that would never be me. Not ever again.

[garbinge]

Never Okay

Opie Winston x OC Joanne Teller

From these August Prompts: Blinding & For @the-slumberparty's Bingo Challenge! Bingo square: Biker A/N: This is... dark and very sad and emotional. Totally get if no one wants to read this cause it's heavy (warnings below) but the story has been in my head and I just... let words hit paper. Again, I love writing for my Teller sister OC outside of her little multi chap I have.. this is an AU to my own fic, yet again. And an AU to canon in a way.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Spoilers for series finale of SOA. Canon level mentions of suicide. Mentions of suicide, losing a sibling, murder, grief, angst, nightmares, tense, car/bike accidents, torment, trauma, self blame, not a happy or content ending.

SOA Taglist: @drabbles-mc @justreblogginfics

The breeze was cold and felt eerie along her skin. It was late into the night and Joanne was standing in the middle of the highway. Her head turned to get a look at what was around her, where she was. 508. She knew the road well, too well honestly. Her head looked up ahead and saw the rocks that framed the edge of the road where her father’s initials were permanently marked as well as his soul. But what was she doing here? Why was she standing in the middle of the empty highway in the middle of the night? There was no sign of how she got there, no cars, no people, just her. Her head looked down and she noticed she was in one of Opie’s t-shirts, it was practically swimming on her, her feet were bare, no socks, no shoes. Before she could question any of that, she heard the rumbling of a motorcycle. Her eyes looked up, at first, expecting Opie to be coming to pick her up, explain what the fuck was happening, but it wasn’t him. She saw the bike that was now passing those tall mountained rocks, it was teal, a Tiffany blue to be more exact, the color she had told her father to paint the bike when she was younger. She felt the joy hitch in her throat as she recognized the person on the bike, even from far away. Her father. The smile on her face grew and she took a few steps forward as if that was going to bring her closer to him. Her voice called out while her hands waved. It felt so strange calling out to her father, it was something she hadn’t done in years because, well, JT was dead. Once her mind wrapped itself around that fact, that joyous feeling sunk back into her gut and the bike suddenly turned electric blue and the figure on the bike changed too. Joanne saw her brother, no helmet, smile on his face, and hands beginning to release the handlebars of the bike. Her heart dropped and she began running towards Jax, screaming, telling him to stop, begging, crying, she was so wrapped up in getting her brother’s attention that she didn’t notice the tractor trailer behind her. Her body turned and her hands moved up to shield herself from the blinding headlights, out of instinct she turned the opposite direction but was met with the same blinding light from Jax’s bike. Impulsively she crouched down and shielded herself as both vehicles drove directly at her. She felt two hands on either one of her shoulders and a whisper in her ear that sounded just like the two deceased men in her life. “It’s okay, Jo.” They both said at the same time and the chills that moved down her arms mixed with the noise of beeping and crashing sent her straight awake.

As she sat up in bed her hand moved to her chest in an attempt to slow its rapid beating and catch her breath. It was a dream. Well, more like a nightmare. But nonetheless, it wasn’t real even though it all felt extremely real. Her eyes moved over to the other side of the bed where Opie laid sound asleep, his long hair sprawled around the pillow and his black tank top sat snug across his chest with the comforter half on and half off. His snores were light but they were enough to let Jo know her sudden jolt didn’t stir him awake. After a deep breath she moved her eyes to the nightstand, 3:30AM. She wasn’t sure the last time she could sleep through the night, it’d been months but when everynight posed its own issue preventing sleep, things began to feel like years. 

Jo stood up, one thing remained true from her dream, she was still swimming in Opie’s shirt, but she quickly threw on a pair of socks to protect her feet from the cold hardwood floors. Managing to tip toe out of their shared bedroom, she moved down the hallway and began checking in on the three bedrooms past hers. The first one which belonged to Dylan and Ellie, her daughter with an ex and Opie’s daughter, both girls were sound asleep on the bunk beds that they begged to have. Jo silently closed the door and moved onto the next room which was Kenny’s. Their only son. He was asleep as well, but not in bed. He was passed out in the bean bag that sat in the corner of the kid’s room, a video game controller in one hand and the other across his chest. He slept similarly to Opie, sprawled out with a blanket half on and half off, it made her smile before she lightly closed the door and made her way to the last bedroom. Nicolette’s. Their child together who was aging out of her crib as the days passed. The door was already open in the baby’s room, they left it that way so they could hear her cries better in case the monitor didn’t pick it up entirely. 

The baby was sound asleep as well. There was a part of Joanne that wished she was awake, needed to eat, needed to be burped or just simply wanted to be up. It’d give her something to do since she was up and had no intention of going back to sleep, it’d also give her something to push every aspect she had been going over and over in her head about the nightmare. But, she opted to let the baby sleep and make her way to the garage. 

Her hand rested on the door handle for a minute. Thinking if this was something she wanted to do or if it was just going to put her deeper in grief, deeper in depression. Ultimately, she decided to open the door and she saw the skeleton of the Teller bike and then the parts scattered on the work table against the garage wall. The Teller bike took the place of the panhead Opie had bought back when they decided to leave Charming and the club behind. She thought she had escaped the violence, escaped the torment and path of a bloody Teller life but no matter where she went, it’d follow her. 

“Can’t sleep?” Opie’s voice was soft and didn’t startle Jo one bit. That was one perk of feeling dead inside, nothing frightened her anymore. Sure, she feared for her kids but not for herself. 

“Never can.” Jo stood in the doorway, arms crossed leaned up against the frame staring at the bike that her brother crashed and died on. 

“I told you if you had an issue with me rebuilding it, I’d take it somewhere else.” Opie was now towering behind Jo, his body slightly touching her back as his arm moved up and down her arm. 

“No, I like knowing you’re close when you’re working on it.” Jo protested and melted into Opie’s grip. 

That was one thing she’d never intentionally do, take out her grief on Opie. He had his own share, between Donna and Piney and now their shared grief over Jax. She knew his shoulders were heavy with burden as well.

“You dream about him again?” Opie’s voice was soft now. 

Joanne hummed. “Both of ‘em. I feel like they’re fuckin’ talking to me.” 

“You’ve always felt that way when it came to JT.” Opie rested his head next to Jo’s as they talked. 

“It’s different now, I feel so fucking connected to Jax, JT never haunted me the way Jax’s death is.” Jo shook her head. 

“It’s still fresh. You gotta cut yourself a break.” Opie was now removing himself from Jo and stood directly next to her in the doorway, but he was facing her while she was still staring at the bike. 

“How come you’re so put together.” Jo looked over at her husband, the statement was a little aggressive, again, it was something she’d never intentionally do, didn’t mean that anger didn’t come pushing through sometimes. 

“It’s the life, babe.” Opie shook his head. It’s when Jo realized he tied his hair back into a bun compared to the sprawled out mess it was in bed when she left. 

“It’s not our life anymore.” Jo was back to staring at the bike. 

“But Jax didn’t give it up like we did. You tried, you tried to get him to come with us, but he chose the life.” 

“So that’s what allows you to accept it? Because it's the life?” Jo was trying to wrap her brain around that. 

“I was in the life, Jo. I get it. It’ll always be a part of guys like me and Jax, it makes it easier to understand.”

Was it? Was that what made it easier to understand? Those were the thoughts pinballing in Jo’s head. She was a part of the life, too. Whether she liked it or not. Maybe that was the difference, Jo didn’t exactly choose this life, it was forced on her, she was born into it. But it was the same for Jax and Opie. They all came from the parental lineage of the club. At one point though, it did become a choice. Jax and Opie became grown men and were fully accountable for their actions, their choices, their decisions. So did Jo. In different ways, that was likely where their paths forked. But somewhere along the way, Jo and Ope made the decision to get out. After all that loss the inevitability of the loss to come, it was the only thing that made sense. Jo had begged Jax to leave, begged him to take the kids and come with them but the ghost of JT haunted him in a way that it didn’t haunt her. JT might have loved the club but Jo didn’t think he loved it enough to sacrifice his kids, their well being. Jo’s argument was that was why the club was created, a way to live out a certain way of life, and time and time again, the club proved that wasn’t possible. It’s why JT wrote the manuscript, he was holding on to hope, the same hope that kept the reaper’s grip tight on Jax. Jax also had Gemma in his ear in a way that Jo didn’t. When Jo told Gemma she was packing up her and Opie’s kids and getting the hell out of Charming, Gemma gave some mumbled half assed comment before leaving and really taking it out on Opie. Everything that should have been said to Jo, was said to Opie. Gemma practically begged him to stay, for the club, for Jax. That Jo was just an old lady that needed to be put in her place, and listen to her husband. That was the breaking point of a long line of tension building between the two women. But ultimately, Gemma pulled one Teller back in. The Teller that was going to kill her. The Teller that would ultimately be the demise of Gemma Teller-Morrow. The weight of Gemma’s death didn’t weight on Jo the way everyone thought it would. She was content with it, similar in a way that Opie was with Jax. It was part of the life. Gemma knew what the life was. Through and through and chose it every time. Gemma was the reason JT was dead, whether Jo knew the gory and full truth, she had enough to place blame, Gemma was the reason Jo’s nephews were orphans, she was the reason why there was a strew of death all falling at her feet.

That’s what made Jo think more about Gemma. How she practically groomed her to become an old lady, a club girl.  How she wasn’t a good mother and maybe she could let that go for herself but she couldn’t for Jax. Maybe that’s what it all came down to. The fact that Jo tried so hard as the eldest sibling to be the parent that Jax needed while also being his older sister, while watching out for him, while seeing the good in the man and not pushing him to become something he’d never be able to come back from. But none of it worked. No matter how hard Jo tried, Gemma always won. And Jo always lost. 

So, that was why Jo had an issue blaming the life for the literal wreck in front of her. Because it wasn’t so much the life to blame but the web that Gemma spun for her own personal gain. 

“I would blame the life if he was gunned down by an enemy MC, shivved in prison, hell, even taken down on his bike. But this, Ope? This wasn’t the life. This was our life. The Teller life did this. Gemma did this–” Joanne was getting angrier as she spoke but the last sentence got stuck in her throat as she stopped short of saying what was seconds away from spilling out from her brain through her mouth. 

“You know you did everything you could, this doesn’t land on you.” Opie’s voice got serious now. He knew what she was going to say, that she was going to put the blame on herself. It was an odd position for Opie to be in, being the one trying to ground Joanne, be her support when all these years that was what she did for him. 

Joanne let out a laugh at the statement. This doesn’t land on you. Everything landed on someone in this life. 

“This all lands on me, Ope.” Jo shook her head, pushing off the door frame. “I was the only one there for him. I could’ve pulled him out. I could have prevented this. All of this.” Jo was beginning to spiral. 

“Jax was a grown man, Joanne.” Opie’s voice was soft even though the statement was firm. “Every decision he made falls on him, not me, not Gemma, not you.”

Joanne looked over at him and gave him a look. “Alright, yea, we can blame Gemma a little.” His stance softened and Jo managed to let out a laugh for the first time in a long time. 

She moved over to him and he wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she melted into his embrace. Opie’s head rested on Joanne’s as their embrace tightened. “Wendy and Nero are taking the boys horseback riding tomorrow.” Opie mumbled on Jo’s head. “Figured we could take the kids.” 

Jo let out a sigh of relief. If there was one thing that came from all of this, it was that Opie and them moved onto Nero’s farm with Wendy and the boys. It allowed Jo to be close to them, help raise them, be some type of fucked up family. 

“That sounds like a good idea.” Jo nodded her head against Opie. 

“You wanna talk about the dream?” Opie asked, bringing up their original conversation. 

“I was on 508, blinding lights from both directions. JT and Jax coming straight at me while the truck was coming from the other side. Then they whispered to me that it’s okay.” 

“Maybe it is okay.” Opie said, still hugging the girl. 

Jo wanted to respond but instead, she just kept her thought to herself.

Or maybe it never will be.

[warmaidensrevenge]

Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x Insecure!Fem plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/N: Why hello. Welcome back to my mini not so mini series. This is part eleven. I'm really on the fence about how this came out. I really hope you guys like it. Any who, thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: 18+ language, angst, hurt/comfort/hurt, light fluff, slow burn, mentions of suicide attempt, smoking and not proof read and no word.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 11

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On the drive home you were quiet. But, silently happy. This was the closest you had ever gotten to telling Eddie how you felt. In any normal circumstances you would be shy and filled with anxiety. You were that whole time, but you had to say something. The words in your heart were slowly killing you and you needed to try.

Even if there was a chance that Eddie would reject you, at least you could go on living the life you had before you became friends. Just a little stronger and a little less of a coward. Maybe broken, but at least you took the chance.

When you got home. You went to your room to get some clothes to shower real quick before Eddie came. You wanted to wash the smell of the bar off of you. When you were about to go you caught a glimpse of someone at Eddie's door.

When you looked again. You saw Mrs Clark banging screen door. She was saying something to herself and continued to knock.

When she turned around she went down the steps and scratched her head with something. She turned back around and started up the steps again.

This time banging on the door with what looked like a gun.

Before you could actually think you were running towards Eddie's trailer. With Matthew and Bethany on your tail.

Mrs Clark was crying and begging for Eddie to open the door.

" An-Angela?"

"Y/N! NO!" Your brother screamed.

But you ignored him and took a step closer.

"Angela? Please. He's not here."

She turned around and pointed the gun at you. "WHERE DID HE GO?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HIM?!"

You put your hands up to show her you meant no harm. But you were scared shitless.

" He's dropping his friends off at home okay. He will be back soon...I promise."

" You...you promise?" She said lowering the gun.

"Yes-yes I promise."

She sat down on the porch and covered her face with her hands.

You took a step closer.

" NO! STOP!" Matthew grabbed your arm but you pulled away.

" Don't." You whispered. "One of you call the cops."

You could hear Mrs Clark talking to herself. Clearly she was going insane.

" My husband took my son. And-and you took my Eddie."

She looked at you with tears flowing down her cheeks. She pointed the gun at you again.

"BECAUSE OF YOU HE WON'T SEE ME! BECAUSE OF YOU HE DOESN'T WANT ME ANYMORE!"

" No- no please. He-he doesn't want me."

Her voice broke. "YES HE DOES! HE TOLD ME!"

Your body started to tremble and you started to cry.

" I TOLD HIM I LOVED HIM. AND HE DIDN'T CARE." She stood back up and took a step towards you. " But you, you're the one he cares about. You're the one he wants. But he's too good for you."

Your brother tried to get in front of you but she pointed the gun at him. Making him back off.

" Y-you're r-right. He-he is." You stuttered.

"Yeah he is. He should be with me. Not you. All you're gonna do is break his heart." She hissed.

" I-I don't want him okay." You lied. " I-I-I could never be with him."

She slowly lowered her gun. You were getting to her.

" I'm only talking to him to help him graduate. That's it. That's all."

" Then why did he say he loved you?!"

" He-He feels sorry for me...but-but it's not real. My-my parents were hurting me. He-he was just trying to help."

" Yeah - yeah. He's like that. Always trying to help."

" Yeah. You see. He doesn't love me....how could he? I'm nothing. I'm nobody. I'm just a silly fat girl. No one wants me."

She nodded.

Your brother started whispered. "Stop it! Stop getting closer."

You ignored him again. "Angela please. Put the gun down."

" But if he doesn't really love you, then he just needed to say something... because he really doesn't want me."

" No. No. That's not it. He-he just doesn't-"

" NO! He doesn't love me."

You gasped as she put the gun up to her head.

" NO!! PLEASE!! LISTEN TO ME!"

She looked at you and cried harder.

" Please Angela. Please. He's coming. Eddie's coming. And-and he's gonna tell you how much he cares about you. Okay? He's coming I promise."

" He is?"

" Yes! He should be here any minute. And -and then you guys can go away together."

" Yeah?"

" Y-yes. But he's going to be mad when he gets here."

" W-why?"

" Because you have a gun. He won't see you if you still have that."

"Eddie's going to be mad at me?"

" y-yes. And if you don't want him to be upset. You're gonna need to give me the gun."

She wiped away her tears. " I don't want him to be mad. I just want him to be happy."

She put down the gun and gave it to you. You quickly took it and handed it to your brother.

" I'm so sorry." Mrs Clark whimpered. " I'm sorry."

" it's okay." You went to hug her. " It's okay."

...

Eddie didn't want to go home after the Police station. He just couldn't be there. There was so much going through his head. Once he heard your statement he cried. Why would you put yourself in danger like that? And why was he always the reason for it?

Everything seemed to always come back to being your friend. Were you better off without him? After what happened, would you still want him?

As he was driven back home. He went to yours. He knocked and your brother let him in.

Eddie hung his head. "I don't know what to say other than I'm sorry."

" She could have been shot."

Eddie felt tears again. "I-I know."

Matthew went over and gave him a hug. " But she didn't."

Eddie hugged him back and cried. " I'm sorry man."

Matthew let him go. " She's in her room."

Eddie nodded and went down the hall.

You were laying on your bed curled up. He didn't say anything. He just took off everything but his boxers and went to lay with you.

" Eddie are you okay?" You whispered.

" Are-are you?"

" Better now that you're here and you're safe."

He pulled you into his arm and kissed your forehead. Silence fell as he laid there. You were okay. And that's all he cared about.

...

The next morning you woke up alone. You got up and went to your window and saw that Wayne just got home. You wanted to go over but you thought they needed time to talk.

You didn't want to go to school that day, so you just ended up staying home. You got back into bed and just laid there for a while.

"Hey kiddo."

You looked towards the door and your brother was there.

" H-Hey."

" I think you should stay home today."

You nodded. " Yeah. I think so too."

He came in and sat down on the bed.

" What the hell were you thinking? Why did you do that?"

You sat up and rubbed your face. " At first. My feet just went. I-I didn't know what I was doing. Or what exactly was going through my head. But then all I could think about was that she couldn't be there when he got home."

" Why?"

" Because...I...she was gonna hurt him. And I couldn't let that happen."

" But you could have gotten hurt. She pointed the gun at you."

" I know...I know. But, all I cared about was him. He needed to be safe."

" You had so many options other than to do what you did. Is he worth losing your life? Is Eddie worth it?"

You turned to look at him. " Yes."

He shook his head. " That's stupid. Even Eddie would think that's fucked up."

" Why is it stupid Matthew? Why is it fucked up to lay your life on the line for someone you love? If it was for Bethany, wouldn't you do the same?"

He sighed. " That's not the point y/n. Bethany and I have been together for six years. You're not even dating him."

" That doesn't matter. He's my friend. You do whatever you can for friends. Even if that means jumping in front of a bullet."

" So you're willing to throw away everything you worked so hard for? You're willing to give you life for someone who sleeps with a married woman?"

" Don't do that. Don't judge him like that. He stopped a long time ago."

" I don't care. The fact of the matter is, he's not who I thought he was."

" No! He is. He just made a mistake. We all make mistakes Matthew. You should know how it feels to make bad choices."

" Yeah? Like what?!"

"Matt-"

" No. Tell me."

You looked away and started fidgeting with your fingers.

" Go ahead. Say it."

" N-no. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have -"

" No! Go on. Say how I fucked up my girlfriend. Tell me how stupid I was for driving drunk. Tell me why Bethany has all those scars on her body...Tell me."

" Stop! That's not what I'm trying to say. All I'm trying to say is we all make mistakes. No one is fucking perfect okay! Yes you were an idiot for driving under the influence. But you learned from it. And you never had a drink since. Eddie made a mistake too. Granted it was a very stupid mistake. But you don't understand the situation."

" What don't I understand y/n? Because sleeping with someone who has a kid and a marriage is not an accident. You just don't slip and fall into a vagina."

" Stop!"

Your brother got up. " No! I thought he was a good guy. I really did. But after last night, how can I possibly let him be with you? First it was with our parents and now this. This guy isn't good for you!"

You stood up and slapped him. " Now you listen to me! You do not get to choose who I let into my life. And you don't get to blame him for any of this! It's not his fault our parents were abusive assholes. They hit us long before Eddie and I started talking. And if you would have just left with me on my birthday, none of that would have happened. And last night was my choice. Not Eddie's. You and I both know he would never intentionally put me in harms way. You know that he loves me. And he would do anything to keep me safe...Mrs Clark is mentally ill. How was Eddie supposed to know that? How was he supposed to know that she was going to end up at his place with a gun? And as for them sleeping together it's none of your god damn business. But if you must know she groomed him."

" What?!"

" Yeah...he doesn't know that that's what happened. But she did. He told me how everything started. How he just went over there to mow her lawn to help his uncle pay bills when his hours were cut back at the plant. And she would do things and say things that made him feel special. Then she would constantly get undressed by her window whenever he came over. She built up a relationship with him. Making him trust her. Making him feel wanted when no one else did. Then she took advantage of him whether he knew it or not."

Your brother looked ashamed of himself. He didn't know it was like that.

" I'm - I'm sorry. I didn't know."

" How could you? You're not close to him like I am...but you see. He's not bad. He just makes the wrong choices sometimes."

Matthew sighed shaking his head. " Fucking Angela."

" Yeah. Fucking Angela... But she's sick so we can't really be mad at her."

" I'm going to be. She almost took my sister from me."

You were silent for a minute.

" I'm sorry I hit you."

He chuckled. " I deserved it."

" Yeah. You kinda did. Still sorry though."

Matthew shoved you gently and you laughed.

" So you gonna go see Eddie?"

You looked out your window to the Munson trailer.

" I want to. But I think he needs a minute. Wanye must be freaking out about now."

" Well maybe he might need you. To smooth things over?"

" umm yeah. Okay. Do we still have danishes?"

" Yeah. There's still a lot."

" Okay. I'm gonna take some to them."

" Yeah. Good idea. Food always makes people feel better."

"My exact thought."

You went to the kitchen and filled a large plate with danishes and started a pot of coffee. Just to give them a few more minutes.

You walked over slowly not really knowing how to approach the situation. There was a lot to go through with what happened yesterday. Watching Corroded Coffin for the first time, becoming friends with Chrissy, the whole world seeing your boobs, Eddie saying he liked them, you almost confessed your love for him, and now dealing with the aftermath of a crazy lady with a gun.

When did your life become a TV novella? Though your life was so much simpler before you became friends with Eddie, the thought of not having him around was not an option anymore. Everyone but you two knew that you loved each other. And now you finally saw it. But after what happened did things become too complicated?

You hoped not. Going through so much in a short span of time was absolutely nuts. However, it brought you closer to the one person in the world that meant the most to you. Eddie Munson was your everything.

When you knock on the screen door Wayne opened the main door. He looked very upset.

"Morning Mr Munson. I brought coffee and danishes ."

You took a step back while he opened the door. You caught a glimpse of Eddie sitting on the couch with his face in his hands.

You were gonna say something but Wayne grabbed the plate and coffee pot out of your hands. He motioned for you to come in. You watched as he put the stuff in the coffee table before returning to you. Giving you the biggest hug you have ever gotten.

"DON'T YOU EVER DO ANYTHING THAT STUPID EVER AGAIN! DO YOU HEAR ME?!"

Tears filled your eyes. You had no idea that he cared this much about you.

" I-I won't."

Wayne finally let you go and you looked at Eddie. He had this heart broken expression on his face that made you want to hold him.

You went to sit next to him pulling at one of his hands. He intertwined his fingers in yours and brought up your hand to kiss it.

Wayne went on to eat a few danishes while scolding Eddie. Just being there you could tell Wayne was holding back.

Eddie apologized profusely. Not only to his uncle but to you as well.

" Alright. I'm gonna go to bed. Boy, get some damn sleep. And thank you darlin' for the food."

" You're welcome Mr Munson."

You waited until you heard his door close before talking to Eddie.

" You didn't sleep last night?"

He shook his head.

" I'm sorry."

" No. Don't be sorry Angel."

He pulled his hand away and embraced you instead. After a minute he kissed your forehead.

" You should get ready for school." He said putting his cheek on the top of your head.

" I'm not going. Not today."

He pulled away just enough to meet your eyes. " You can't miss school."

" You're not going." You sadly pouted.

" yeah well that's kinda expected of me. But not you. What about your permanent record?"

" Eddie I have missed only half a day in my entire academic career. One day isn't going to change anything. Besides...I want to be here ... with you." You moved away from him and put your hands on your lap. Your eyes fell to them. " unless...you want me to go."

Eddie stood up and held out his hand to you. You took it. He helped you up and led you to his room. You climbed into bed with him locking the door and pulling at the blinds and curtains. Making the room much darker than before.

He slid in the bed after. You laid on your back while he draped an arm over your mid section. Pulling you closer.

You started caressing up and down his arm with your finger tips. Giving him goosebumps. He tugged at your body. Now making your side completely flushed with his chest.

It was kinda uncomfortable. So you lifted your arm and put it under his head. While he laid on your chest.

This was certainly not how you guys usually held each other. But it felt good. And Eddie really needed you to hold him. You rubbed his back and his arm until he fell asleep.

At that moment just after he started to softly snore. He mumbled "I love you."

You brushed his bangs away from his forehead and gave him a soft kiss.

" I know baby. I know. I love you too."

...

Eddie didn't show up to school for the next few days. Though you saw him a few times and begged him to go. He just stopped caring.

Then out of the blue he stopped coming over. He stopped coming to study sessions. He just wasn't around.

When you would catch him he always had an excuse. You didn't understand what was going on. You asked and asked but it got to the point where you noticed he was getting annoyed with you.

So you backed off. Sure it was only two weeks after the whole Mrs Clark thing. But it felt like he just stopped being your friend. When he did come back to school, he would act like nothing happened.

He would talk to you during Mrs Adlers but that was pretty much it. He would give you rides to and from school. But it was always either quiet or he would blast music.

You did not care for this Eddie one bit. You missed him. Missed his jokes, his smile, his eyes, his arms... everything. Though it killed you to do it. You gave him space. That was until the afternoon of the final day of the play. It was your turn to be paired with him.

Mrs Adler stopped you in the hallway to tell you Eddie asked if he could sit out of the play tonight. She asked you to talk to him.

When she left you were pissed. You waited after school for him. But he was already gone. You stopped by the drama room and asked Gareth and Jeff if they knew where he was. They mention something about skull rock.

You knew where that was. Eddie took you to it once. So you took off. Stopping at home to grab some gloves and a beanie for him. It was really cold that day and Eddie didn't dress for the weather. Once you got what you went for you headed to skull rock.

Eddie was so out of it the days after the incident. He was struggling keeping his feelings in. There was still so much he wanted to tell you. But after all that he couldn't. So he did what he always did. He ran.

Not like run away. More of pushing people away and put on this mask. To try and act like nothing bothered him. Yet, he was extremely bothered. The thought of what might have happened never left his mind. He knew that it could have been so much worse than what it actually was. And he just couldn't stop feeling so damn guilty every time he saw you.

The girl he loved was almost taken from him. So he pushed you away. But there were times where he just had to see you smile. Obviously what he was doing was hurting you. He saw it in your eyes even though you tried to put on a smile. And it broke his heart.

The day of the play he talked to Mrs Adler about not wanting to be pair with you. The scene with the kiss was too much to bear. Because after everything he still very much wanted to kiss you. However, he couldn't. He had to keep you at a distance. He had to keep you safe. Even if that meant from him.

" Mrs Adler?"

" Yes Mr Munson."

" I umm I don't think I'll be able to perform tonight?"

She looked up from her readers. " And why not?"

Eddie sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. " I just don't want to do the part with y/n."

Mrs Adler furrowed her brow. "Why is that?"

He shook his head. " I just can't."

Mrs Adler took off her glasses and leaned back into her chair. " Does this have anything to do with your feelings for her?"

Eddie couldn't meet her gaze.

" Mr Munson. Let me be honest with you. This is the last opportunity you have to play this part. Originally I had a...let's just say a plan. See from the very first day that y/n came into my class room I saw something between you two."

Eddie looked at her confused.

" I paired you guys together so that you guys could get to know one another other. I had this idea that maybe you two needed each other. It turns out that pushing you together worked. I saw how happy you two were. How comfortable you were with each other. And I'm not gonna lie to you Mr Munson. I wanted to see you together. But I wasn't sure if you guys really liked each other. So I played a game. Throwing in a hypothetical Wrench into the situation. That's where Jeff came in. He is why I didn't give you the parts that I really wanted to see you in. But once I saw how both of you reacted after. I knew. This wasn't a game anymore."

" What?"

" See Mr Munson. You love her. And she loves you too. I don't know what happened over these past few weeks. But I know that neither one of you are happy now. I know that I'm partially to blame for that. With that said. I apologize for the role I played. However, be that as it may. You should really reconsider doing this. I know deep down both of you care deeply for each other. And tonight can be a step towards a happy loving relationship. Don't let whatever it is that's going on stop your friendship with her. Because I know she's actually excited for tonight."

" All do respect Mrs Adler. You really shouldn't fuck with people's lives. You're right. I was happier with her. But you don't understand. I could have lost her."

Mrs Adler knew what happened thanks to the Hawkins Post. That was the reason she confessed her plan.

" But you didn't."

" I know! I just can't risk her again. There's so much more you don't know. Which by the way is none of your fucking business."

" Watch yourself Mr Munson!"

" No you watch yourself. Y/n and I are not some toys you can just play with. We are real people. With real feelings."

" I know that. That's why I'm coming clean with you."

" But the damage is done. Sure most of it wasn't because of you. None the less, you played with our emotions. I get that we're just children to you. But that doesn't mean it hurts any less."

" I understand. And I apologize."

" What good is an apology going to do now?"

" What it does Mr Munson is knowing that I made a mistake. That I am truly sorry for. Whether you accept it is up to you...all I ask is that you reconsider coming tonight. You made an obligation to not only me but to y/n. You guys put in a lot of time perfecting your performance. I would hate having that all go to waste."

Eddie rolled his eyes. " Well I'm not coming. So you're gonna have to figure it out."

He left the class and went to the next one. More upset and hurt. You loved him too? Now that he knew that, how could he stay away?

After school he went to skull rock. Normally kids go there to party and hook up. But every once in a while Eddie would go there to just think.

He remembered when he brought you there once. It was just after the thing with your parents. You seemed really sad that day and he wanted to cheer you up.

He took you for ice cream and drove you guys there. You sat with him talking about how you hadn't received an acceptance letter from the colleges yet. And you were starting to worry. He remembered telling you that any college that doesn't accept you were idiots and that you didn't have to go. You could just move to Washington and work for the president. Which of course made you laugh. He had missed that.

It seemed that the longer you guys were friends the less he heard it. Giving him a pain in his heart, that really never seemed to go away after that night.

As he squatted under the rock he thought that this pressure he was under was not what he signed up for. All the shit that kept happening was just too much. Why was it so hard to be with you? To love you? To show you that you were the only one who saw him.

He pulled out a cigarette and his zippo. He tried to light it but it was too cold. That's when he heard footsteps.

" Munson?"

He smiled to himself. But hung his head. He actually just wanted to be alone.

You came from around the rock and sat next to him. You saw that he was having trouble with his lighter and took it from him. Then you placed it between your thighs.

" Well at least these thighs are good for something." You joked.

Eddie frowned. " What are you doing here?"

You grabbed the beanie and gloves from your purse. " I can ask you the same thing. You should be getting ready for the play with me."

" Thanks." He said, taking them.

You pulled the lighter out after a minute and lit his cigarette. Handing it to him after. You guys just sat there quietly for a moment.

"Eddie, what's going on? Why did you tell Mrs Adler you're not coming tonight?"

He sighed. " I'm just not feeling it today."

" Oh...then can I ask, what is going on with us?"

" Nothing."

"Nothing?"

" Yeah."

You shook your head and stood up. Walking away just a little.

Without looking at him you began to speak.

" So we're not friends anymore? You don't care about me?"

Eddie's brows pinched together. He wanted to say something. But he thought he should just stay silent.

You pressed your lips together when he didn't answer. You took a couple more steps away.

" I don't get it. I don't understand why you're doing this. What did I do?"

Eddie took a puff of his cigarette and stood up.

" It's not you okay. It's me."

You scoffed. " Don't give me that. Don't you dare say that."

" Listen I know how it sounds. But y/n I promise. This time it really is me."

You turned around and looked at him. There was this mixture of emotions going through you. You were pissed and hurt. But you also had this longing and sadness in you.

"So this is it? Is this the end of us?"

" I..."

" What Eddie? Just fucking tell me! Tell me what's going through your head. Because honestly I can't take this anymore. I can't keep pretending that everything's ok. I can't keep playing the part. All I want is for you to talk to me. Then maybe I can understand why you're being this way."

" I just don't know anymore."

" Know what?!"

" Please just understand that I don't know what to do anymore."

"Don't know what to do about what?"

" Y-you."

" Me? What about me don't you know?"

He took another drag. " I just...I can't- "

" Can't what? Be a part of each other's life?"

" I think so." He said just above a whisper.

Nope. Not happening

"No Eddie! No... You can't just come into my life and pretend to care about me. You can't-"

" I do care about you."

" Then why the hell are you doing this? Why can't you just say how you feel?"

Eddie stood quiet.

You took a deep breath to calm yourself.

" You know. We keep a lot of things from each other. We hurt ourselves with things we don't say. And this is our chance to finally say it. There's no one coming to interrupt. We're not too tired to talk about it. This is the time to come clean. "

" I...I don't know what you want me to say."

" How you feel Eddie! That's what I want. Because if you feel what I think you feel. I'm gonna need you to say it."

" Why?" He said kicking at the ground.

" For the sake of the friendship we built. If you want more. Tell me. If you don't then tell me that too. Because I can't do this anymore. I can't just stop wanting to be around you all the time. I can't keep wondering about the maybes or the ifs. Tell me the truth so I can move on or move forward. Or just tell me it's never gonna happen for us...please talk to me. That's what friends do. We talk. Unless we're not."

" We are Angel."

" Then why doesn't it feel like that lately."

Eddie was quiet again.

" EDWARD EUGENE MUNSON! IF YOU DON'T SAY ANYTHING. SO HELP ME."

Eddie took a step back. He was in shock at a couple of things. One, you yelled. He never heard you yell before. Two, it really turned him on that you were getting assertive. And three, you knew his full name. No one knew his full name except his uncle.

" Y/n please. We aren't good together. You keep getting hurt because of me. First your parents, then those stupid guys at the Hideout, then Mrs Clark, and now this. I never wanted to hurt you. Or put you in any danger. You mean so much to me that I can't be selfish anymore. I know it took forever to see what was going on between us. But now that we do. It's better this way. So that I can't hurt you anymore."

You shook your head and laughed.

" I don't understand why you think what happened to me was because of you. You know everything isn't about you right?"

" y/n common. You know you would have never gone through any of that if we didn't become friends."

" That's just not true Eddie. Regardless if you believe it or not. What happened was because of me. I chose to stand up to my parents. I went to the Hideout. Sure what happened was because of those dicks. It was still my body that caused that. I chose to talk to Angela. And as for this. Now that's on both of us. You pulled away and I let you."

Eddie shook his head and tossed the cigarette butt. " All that happened because of me. You stood up to your parents for me. You went to the Hideout to see me. And the reason Angela was there was because of me."

" Stop! No! You're wrong okay. You know better than that. I told you already about my parents. The Hideout yes I went because I wanted to see you. But it was those guys' fault you now know what my boobs look like. And for Angela, that was 100% her fault. She may not be sound of mind right now. But it was all her. You can't blame yourself for other people's choices. So stop!"

" y/n-"

" Eddie we are still not saying what we really want to say. So either get your ass to the auditorium and do this play with me. Or stay here. Freeze your ass off and continue to think that you're the reason for all the bullshit. But the only thing you're to blame for is hurting me right now. For pushing me away. For not saying how you really feel about me. But I understand it okay. And I forgive you. I forgive you because Eddie, I still want you in my life....Always."

Eddie stood there more conflicted than before. He watched you leave and immediately wanted to chase you.

He hung back for a while until he couldn't stand the cold anymore. When he got into his van he saw that you had left something for him.

It was a cassette case that had the band's name on the side. And on the front and back was a drawing of a graveyard with rows of coffins. There was one big one in the middle that had a half skeleton hand grabbing the corroded coffin door. Eddie smiled when he saw his rings drawn on the hand. He opened it and saw a small piece of folded up paper and a tape with the words 'First demo' on it. He popped it in his radio and heard a very decent recording of the band playing a cover of Caught Up In You by 38 special.

Eddie started banging his thumb on the steering wheel. He remembered playing that for you. But he didn't remember you recording it. When the song finished he heard another song. This time it was an original.

He unfolded the note and read.

'I know I didn't get your permission to record but I just had to. You guys are so good. I hope you like it.'

Tears filled his eyes. He was so happy. No one has ever done anything like this for him before.

He wiped away his tears and started his van.

" I'm coming baby."

...

@chloe-6123 @irishhappiness @idkidknemore @hiscrimsonangel @hellv1ra @browneyes528 @b-irock @erinsingalong @salenorona23 @eddie-is-a-god @screaming-blue-bagel

[bnomiko]

Nocturne S2 (and beyond?) predictions

(I started writing this before they dropped the S2 trailer, so… yeah. Good timing? I guess I'll address that at the very end of the post.)

Some of these I think have a good shot at happening, some are just very random, and some are me just messing around otherwise (though the last one would be amazeballs). This would make for a fun bingo board tho.

**SPOILERS** ahoy for Castlevania: Nocturne, S1.

Immediate start to S2 will be Richter & co. all showing up at Juste's to regroup, for lack of anywhere better to go.

Juste will tragically die, probably protecting Richter, because two Belmonts is one too many. This of course just makes Richter sad.

Maria gains a Seiryuu summon in a predictable "oh shit, we suddenly have need for a dragon spewing ice" sort of moment.

Richter finds a stopwatch. *cue Za Warudo sound effect*

Edouard becomes the founder of a night creature village somewhere. A very operatic village. Think musical episodes of "Xena: Warrior Princess."

The abbot meets his predictably banal end, probably crushed in the burning rubble of his church or something.

Tera begs to be staked, probably by Richter since that'll just make him sad again, because she doesn't want to exist as a vampire.

In that same vein, the aimless crying count will continue with like 1-2 scenes per episode. This has the side effect of making Alucard seem downright NOT depressing in comparison, because he did all his crying 300 years ago. Until he suddenly has a flashback of his days with Trevor and Sypha, then I guess he can join in on the crying too. At least he cries pretty unlike the majority of this cast.

Annette obviously has to get knocked up because apparently Belmonts are constantly on the verge of going extinct (you'd think they'd prioritize producing more than 1 kid a generation). If she starts cursing and screaming, "You did this to me!", or if Richter suddenly says, "I love you," over the side of a cliff, expect a baby in the next 7-8 months or so. I've heard Trefor is a wonderful name.

I want Olrox & Mizrak to just fuck off the storyline at some point and get a Morana & Striga type ending. But realistically… do gay men ever get a happy ending? No, because only lesbians get to live -_- So one has to die, probably while trying to protect the other : (

Conversely, I want a scenario where Richter and Olrox have to work together to accomplish something, and they only manage to pull it off because Richter's telling himself repeatedly he'll just kill the bastard afterwards. He doesn't, of course, because the shrieking of the fangirls would be deafening.

And what I think would be REALLY fun (since the original animation appears to hold up as canon for Nocturne), what if we get a "Daddy's home" moment and Dracula joins in for whatever passes as the final fight against Carmilla Erzsebet (assuming she's the end boss)? He doesn't necessarily have to fight for the humans, but perhaps he might be a bit miffed that someone (his niece, in game canon, though they appear to be completely unrelated here) has taken his place on the top of the hierarchy. I would love to see what he could do one-on-one, without holding back.

Post Nocturne S2 teaser trailer viewing

Are Speakers delicious or collectible or something?

Are we really leaving Alucard and Maria alone without a chaperone?

Hmm, back to the Belmont Hold manor? I think we've seen this S2 before…

OLROX WHERE ARE YOU we need you don't make Alucard carry the entire damn show on his back it has to hurt by this point *froths*

[justablacksimp]

Or Else

Eddie Mun x black!fem!reader

Genre: Smut!! MDNI!!

Warnings: Oral (F receiving), Slight Fingering, Creampie, Hole Tearing (in Condom), Overstimulation, Swearing, Pet Names (Chocolate Drop, Sweetheart. Princess, etc.), Smoking, Rough!Eddie, Begging, and Uncle Wayne being funni boi.

Here you are, sitting on the edge of his bed, kinky, curly hair sticking to your sweaty shoulders as you shudder and whimper from the feeling of Eddie's tongue gliding in and out of your hole with ease, seeing how wet you are.

"Eddie s-slow down please, it hurts."

You cry softly as you start squirming all over the bed from overstimulation, gripping onto his hair in attempt to stop his head from moving, but you're to weak to hold him in place.

"Stop moving Chocolate Drop, or I'm gonna make it worse, don't make me tell you again."

He says sternly as wraps his whole mouth around your pussy and moves his tongue in your entrance quickly, not slowing down for any reason. This action caused you to whine loudly in agony and ecstasy as you arched your back so much, that you accidentally shifted your bottom half away from his face.

You don't exactly remember what happened after that, but what you do know is that Eddie now has you bent over, knees and elbows pressing into the mattress as he fucks you so hard the whole trailer is shaking. (The time skip omg.)

The only thing you can hear coming from his room besides the slapping of both, your skin as well as his, and the creaking of his bed, is your crying and begging for him to slow down.

"Didn't I tell you to stay still you little bitch?"

Before you can stay something, which wouldn't even be understandable because you can barely even think straight right now, he takes his hand and covers your mouth, thrusting harder than before.

"I never said you can speak, Sweetheart."

He says harshly before biting down on your shoulders so hard, you can practically feel the teeth mark on your bone. With his hand over your mouth, you can't scream as loud as you want to but, Uncle Wayne sure can hear them when he gets home early from work.

The minute he walks in, he hears your whining and shrieking, then walks right back out after saying.

"I'm too old and too sober for this."

With a sigh, he heads to the bar. Meanwhile, you are practically breaking down, crying, and squirming in pain as you feel Eddie quite literally breaking your backbone. He reaches around in front of you and starts to circle around your clit vigorously.

This causes you to shriek out loudly in agony as you start to cum all over his fingers instantly. He lets out a harsh grunt as he slams into you one more time before reaching his own climax, his cum spilling out of his condom into your womb because of the hole that he purposely tore in it before putting it on.

(I'm sorry but I am too lazy to write this so just imagine what he does after pls.)

The morning after, you wake up and see that Eddie is not in the bed with you. You assume he is outside smoking like he always does, so you grab his shirt off the foot of the bed and put it on before standing up to see him on the porch. When you stand up, however, your legs feel like jelly, causing you to plop back down instantly. A soft chuckle can be heard behind you as you turn around and see him with a smug grin on his face, holding a blunt and shirtless as he looks down at you.

"Looks like I did a number on you last night, huh Coco puff?" (IDFK OKAY?!) He says with a smirk forming on his mouth as he walks over to you and sits down on the bed.

"Shut up asshole." You utter as you pull the covers back over your lower half.

"Damn Princess, who woke you up on the wrong side of the bed today?"

You take the blunt out of his hand and roll your eyes at him.

"Hey! If you wanted a hit, you could've asked."

You blow smoke into his face, giggling at his attempt to wave it away.

"Welp, you didn't ask to do any of the stuff you did to me last night, so I don't see the problem."

(A/N: If you have any suggestions for pt. 2 let me know pls.)

[cianmars]

Ted lasso liveblog

DID THEY FINALLY FUCKIN FUCK????!!!?!?!??

this better have been a threesome

fuckin jan

I too am going to be currently refusing that ted is leaving

Issac always looks sharp jesus

Assistant kitman 💖💖🥰🥰🥰🥰 he looks happy 🥰

Jamie putting more in 🥰🥰

Nate just being part of the team now 🥰🥰🥰

Roy and keeley …. pls

Trent crimm 💖💖💖💖 baby 💖💖💖💖

Roy diamond dogs by the end of the episode pls

Drop beards goodreads + storygraphs pls

She cant think about ted leaving…. Shes in love someone tell her

….. sell the entire club….. but…… no pls this is your home now…. Pls

Omg!!!!! They’re fuckin singing omg what this is perfect

Jesus issac can fuckin sing

The gayification of football 🥰🥰🥰 finally 🥰🥰🥰

Why am i crying when ive already decided to be in denial

Awwwww they paid for the meal 🥹🥹🥹

Trent youre a mess i love you ‘i just want you to like it’

‘Older men in my life’ 👀

Hahaha not roy trying to warn jamie off pls

Polyamory is whats needed js

Pls stop ruining their friendship ffs

On the other hand rebecca and ted are more than welcome to ruin their friendship 👀👀👀👀👀👀

If you go i go - what if i jump of a bridge huh what then????

Rebecca imaging the life she wants 🥹🥹🥹🥹

Would you please stay

Fuuuuuuccccck

Oh ffs keeley end them do it

Keeley pick polyamory i beg you

Naaaate 🥺🥺🥺🥺

What if i screamed??? huh what then ted lasso writers????

Omg that old couple from that one episode

MICHAEL

ugh that twat

Ugh this other twat

Nate ramblings i missed so much

Last ever diamond dogs pls and thank ????

ROY WANTS TO BE A DIAMOND DOG?????? All anyone ever dreamed

They’re so fuckin dumb i love them

Roy go to therapy challenge

I too would say trents hair is perfect

I fuckin love these losers 💖💖💖

Rupert die arc 🥰

Sassy! Fuckin love her

Barbara 💖💖 shes so valid for that frankly???

A zava care package?

Jesus thats huge

Omg how is this meant to get them pumped up and not sobbing????

Beard realised it oop

Michelle or henry is gonna yell at the twat soon and i cant wait

Dr shannon anxious snacking is a mood

Omg the sign from the trailer they did !!!!!!! Them allyraytskgflhclhvkhc

Ted looking over at nate…. Nate manager next season 🙏🏼

Cmon issac!!!! FUUUUuuck

wait

Ooooh fuuuuck YESSSSSS

hahahahahahahah deserved

Barbaras so valid 💖

Is george about to actually have some balls and not do what rupert wants

Okay he has balls 🥰

Omg yesssss this is deserved and he only has himself to blame

Ted knowing offside… okay this can end happy

Not ted checkign pahahaha

not him fully quoting the pass me the ball please ahhahaa

FUCK YEAAAAAAH

dr jacob or whatever his name is leave already, realise that hes not right with them

Omg is colin please

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

omg ted dancing 🥹🥹🥹🥹

SHE SOLD IT TO THE FANS!!!!!!

Usie guy we love

Rebecca?????????

Pls the romcomunism pls

pls kiss

Pls

if they dont kiss imma fuckin scream

rebecca use the ticket please

Bit of an upgrade since they last flew

Its full of rice jesus 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Willis 🥹🥹🥹💖

Ahahahhahaahaha

No Rebecca please

Dutch guy??

Like i liked them a lot ….. but ted and rebecca….

Its not about me, it never was

Manager roy!!!!!!

He got onto the national team

Jamie fixing the relationship with his dad is sweet i guess

Im just….. fukkkkkkk

Ooooh women’s team spin offf pls

Roy in therapy 💖

Wheres ted at the wedding?????

Polyamory 💖

Hes still on the flight jesus thats a slow flight

Aww number 9 lasso 💖

It was a sweet ending…. I was hoping wed see ted visiting tho…..

[bcofl0ve]

dad austin is so cute but i neeeed to know your thoughts on a pregnancy scare w austin and priscilla actress!reader please 😌

ik who sent this hi callie :* but yes as you and the conference room™️ know i have many #thoughts it’s headcanon time. also s/o to the og on this @elvisabutler every time i remember the “i though i was pregnant” text headcanon i want to roll around on the floor screaming.

- you have a gut feeling when you’re more nauseous than you’ve ever been in your life. you tell baz you’re puking too much to come into set on the way to the pharmacy. you don’t tell austin.

- when everyone is getting ready for the day baz mentions in passing that they have to push back shooting the post-vegas show graceland scene because you’re sick. austin thinks it’s weird you didn’t tell him you were calling in. he thinks it’s weirder when you don’t answer his calls or texts.

- by the time he’s showing up at your flat at the end of the day you’ve taken 6 tests and haven’t stopped crying since the 3rd one came back positive. you know who it is when the doorbell rings.

- you splash some water on your face and blow your nose and throw all the tests in the trash before you answer the door. but your eyes are puffy and the second he asks what’s going on the waterworks start again.

- poor clueless austin has no idea what’s happening and is holding you telling you it’s okay begging you to talk to him. when you babble out that it’s so bad and that he’s going to be pissed he tells you whatever it is, you can figure it out.

- you pull back from where you were just sobbing into his shoulder, breathing shaky as the words “i think i’m pregnant” leave your mouth and he goes as white as a piece of printer paper.

- “okay,” he says slowly, trying to maintain his composure for you. “okay, you took a test?”

- you can practically see the lump form in his throat when you say “six”

- you mention something about calling your doctor to get a blood test and he just nods along, pupils blown and he looks almost as sick as you’ve felt all day. but he takes you back into his arms and kisses your head and tells you that you’re gonna figure this out- and that it’s going to be alright.

- you’re out sick the next day too but austin has to go to set like his world wasn’t just turned upside down. something is off- it’s obvious, and about three seconds pass between baz asking him what’s up and “she’spregnant” tumbling out of his mouth. baz looks like he’s waiting for a punchline that doesn’t come, austin sinking down onto his office couch.

- you know he ran his mouth when your phone rings and it’s catherine’s caller id. you’re crying all over again the moment she says hello and she’s so sweet assuring you about costumes- though that’s the least of your worries in regards to the whole “having austin’s baby” thing. and catherine knows it, but she knows how to help with costumes- not so much that.

- austin goes with you to the doctor’s appointment and paces a hole through the floor while you’re waiting for the results. he’s talking just as much to himself as he is you about how this isn’t the end of the world. he makes a joke about naming the baby elvis that you’re surprised you laugh at.

- you aren’t pregnant.

- you’re relieved more than anything, but you see austin’s face drop just a little and it makes your gut twist. baz sees the same thing when he gets the news, looking almost a little sorry as he lightly tells you both to maybe be a little more careful.

- when you’re approaching austin’s trailer later you hear him on the phone, and he’s referring to whoever’s on the other end as ashley but you aren’t sure if it’s his sister or best friend.

- “i know i sound ridiculous mournin’ something that didn’t exist in the first place” he says and you stop short of opening the door to eavesdrop. “but i had started picturing what it’d all look like, had this whole picture in my head of us with a little baby. little dressed up toddler running around the premiere in a few years,”

- you turn tail and walk away instead of listening to the rest. never mind the baby names tab you still have open in safari, or the ‘what if’ that still keeps you up at night over a year later when he’s with kaia.

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[thisisntmyrightera]

My voice Eddie, follow my voice | Eddie Munson x Fem reader

Summary: A popular cheerleader and a banished metal head can make a perfect plan for kill all the demo-bats

Warning: none actually, we gonna change that volume 2 final.

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A few days ago in your hands you wiggled the pom-poms while your school team was champion, you took care that your uniform was impeccable and your hair was well combed to look pretty for Eddie and today you were on the roof of his trailer in the Upside Down with a shotgun in your hands

-YN..YN!!!! - Dustin's scream alerted you, taking you out of your thoughts making you look at him quickly with your nervous agitated breathing

-30 seconds!! Eddie 30 seconds!! - You agreed feeling your heart jump out of your chest while Eddie's guitar sounded behind you and although you wanted to turn to see him you knew you couldn't, you couldn't lose the objective in front of you.

The lightning that illuminated the red sky let you see the flock of demo-bats that was approaching you, your hands moved to the rifle trembling nervously feeling your body jump with each sound that the lightning made.

-15 seconds! - Dustin shouted again making you take your stance accommodating the shotgun pointing towards the demo-bats taking a deep breath - NOW!

The shot went straight into the flying creatures and two of them went down with a deafening screech, another shot and another followed by that, just like Nancy had trained you in the field before going to Eddie's trailer to enter the Upside Down. The demo-bats fell one after another but still some flew towards you, the fear had left your body, there was nothing but adrenaline and anger.

You had liked Eddie since you moved to Hawkins and entered high school, that same day Chrissy approached you and invite you to the cheerleading team and after a short audition in the gym you were chosen, from that day your school clothes became a green uniform that combined well with your skin color, you combed your hair some days on a high ponytail, a half ponytail or when you had no training you liked to wear it loose, you loved the attention of everyone and it made you feel important but when you noticed that that attention you received for being a cheerleader and not because they actually liked you your confidence began to drop and you felt insecure so much that you had not been able to talk to Eddie for fear that he would reject you or treat you like a person who only appeared to be pretty but actually it was empty inside.

Until the day you had to stay up late helping out at the gym for not doing your workouts right and when you left there was no one but Eddie in his Van who had just come out of his D&D game.

- Hey, are you alone? It's about to rain, don't you want me to give you a ride home? - His arm rested on the open window of his Van showing his tattoos while he smiled at you, from that day a friendship began between you, he gave you rides to home or accompanied you when you had training until late and you paid him by making Jason leave to bother him and his friends

You both always planned a date but for some reason or another you could never have it until the last day of school before spring break, both of you had agreed to meet at Lovers Lake and although you arrived at the agreed time waiting for him he arrived several hours later scared , crying and with heavy breathing, he told you everything that had happened with Chrissy and begged you to believe him even though he didn't have to, you believed him and you were going to help him to stay safe, that's how you met Dustin and the rest team, that’s how your first date was at Reefer Rick  boathouse while you ate crackers and talked about music.

-YN RUN! RUNS!! - Eddie took your arm waking you up from your thoughts again as you both ran behind Dustin to get off the roof of the trailer, you both jumped down and then ran to the entrance closing the gate and entering quickly securing the door.

-That was the most metal concert in history! - Dustin shouted while the three of you shouted and jumped celebrating what you had done

-Do you think they'll return to Victor's house?...One...Vecna? - your question was interrupted by some banging on the walls and the ceiling

-That answers your question? - Dustin mumbled taking his homemade spear turning his back on Eddie taking guard

-I have no bullets, they are finished - you looked at them worried looking at the shotgun

-Here, take the ones from my belt - Eddie opened his vest showing you the belt of bullets he had, while you knelt beside him taking the bullets carefully loading them into the shotgun, Eddie looked down nervously trying to look like he was only looking at you just curious but honestly the touch of your fingers on his waist made him nervou- BASTARDS! IS THAT ALL THAT UOU THEY HAVE?

-Dustin! - you looked at him annoyed denying

-Was that necessary? - Eddie looked at him making the kido shut up denying

-It's already loaded - you looked at them pointing your shotgun at the door and then at the ceiling listening to how the creatures scratched and screamed guiding you towards a small vent that was in the kitchen - Eddie... is that vent safe?

-It's... I don't know - he barely finished the sentence when the cover fell and a demo-bat poked his head out giving a scream that barely lasted when you shot him destroying his head, Dustin and Eddie hit the ceiling with their spears only damaging some of them while you shot again and again

-Eddie they’re going to enter...Eddie!! - you walked backwards tripping over the garbage can lid full of nails and you looked at him telling him with your eyes that that was what you needed

-Move on Henderson - Eddie quickly took the cover getting on a chair and nailing it to the ceiling covering the entrance of the demo-bats causing the three to breathe relieved and tired

-Is there... is there any other opening through which they can enter? - Dustin looked at him curiously causing Eddie to quickly get down from the chair cursing running to his room but a flock of demo-bats entered quickly making Eddie push Dustin and you out of the room as he closed the door and they ran towards the room

-We must go now, we must go now - Dustin ran to the sheets that hung from the portal, climbing quickly falling on Eddie's mattress on the other side

-Your first - Eddie looked at you agitated taking your hand taking you to the entrance of the portal - come on, go up - his arms wrapped around your legs lifting you up making you go up quickly and in a second you felt everything turn upside down and you fell on the mattress looking at Dustin

-Eddie come on - you got up quickly stretching your arms towards him waiting for him to fall but he didn't go up, he looked around - Eddie? .. - He looked up and smiled at you denying going down again and taking the knife cutting the sheets that fell in your hands - what the hell are you doing? EDDIE!

- I'll buy more time sweetheart - he smiled at you one last time before he put his spear and shield on his back and disappeared from the portal's sight

-Fuck Eddie!, he's an idiot - Dustin yelled with tears in his eyes

-Stay here - you quickly took a chair bringing it closer to the portal - don't follow me or you'll get into trouble, did you hear? - you looked at him pointing your finger threateningly and then jump and grab the sticky that surrounded the portal and then push yourself and fall back into the Upside Down

-What are you doing here? -Eddie accommodated the mattress against the door of his room looking at you in disbelief and a little annoyed walking towards you to help you get up from the floor- why did you jump?

-Why I jump? are you an idiot? How do you think that you are going to stay here and pretend that sacrificing yourself for a town that hates you is the best thing for everyone! -Eddie's face erased his angry face to look at you with worried eyes- were you thinking of committing suicide and that we all continue with normal life as if nothing had happened? you're an idiot - your hands hit his chest making him take your wrists to calm you down - you're not going to die here Munson, many things will happen and many years would pass before I stop seeing your face and whenever you try to do something stupid I'm going to tell you over and over again that you're an idiot because I love you and so you hate me for ruining your suicidal plans I'll keep doing it because I'd rather you hate me and have you alive than never see you again

A smile formed on his face as his eyes filled with tears and his hands loosened your wrists a bit.

-Is it too soon to tell you that one day you will be Mrs. Munson? without an date before?

-You better say it or I would use the last two bullets to shot you - your smile came out naturally without thinking even though the trailer was still being hit by the demo-bats

- Then let's kill some of those sons of bitches future Mrs. Munson -  Eddie took his spear again looking out the trailer window looking for the best way to get out but everything seemed impossible, the creatures flew in circles over the trailer and some hit the walls causing the woods to crack

-I have an idea...- your hands moved around your waist taking a grenade that luckily hadn't exploded when you fell from the roof

-Where did you get that? - Eddie looked at you scared looking back at the grenade in your hand with fear

-Erica gave it to me, she said she thought it was cute and I took it, I have an idea - you smiled at him walking towards one of the windows on the other side of the trailer-are the bikes still outside?

-yes there are - he looked at you curiously without leaving his position in the window where he was

-Ok, can you go out and get on one? pedal as hard as you can - your hand pointed to the window causing him to approach you and look curiously through the glass - do you see that high voltage tower? take them there and when you hear my voice fall off the bike and don't get up

-But... but what are you going to do? you're not going out, they're going to hurt you

-Eddie, do you trust me? -his eyes looked directly into yours and after a deep sigh he nodded smiling at you-then we can do it

Eddie came out first fast running while screaming and got on one of the bikes pedaling hard like you told him, the demo-bats flew fast behind him, even though you had killed some it was still a big flock of screaming creatures, a few seconds later when you noticed that almost everyone had already fly after Eddie you ran out quickly, took another of the bikes that were outside the trailer and pedaled behind him and all the flying creatures, the plan had to be perfect, it was going to be perfect.

Your legs felt crampy and your knee hurt where you had hit it when you fell but you kept pedaling until you could get a closer look at the high voltage tower - EDDIE! - You screamed as loud as you could making him turn around a little but look back at the road without stopping pedaling, you stopped your bike in the middle of the road and with your teeth you pulled the insurance taking the grenade with your right hand screaming again- EDDY NOW!!

Eddie dropped his bike falling on his side at the same time you threw the grenade towards the high tension tower causing it to explode and the fragments pierced the demo-bats causing them to fall dead, many others continued to fly and were burned to death when the high tension tower exploded. The blast wave made you fall and although you were far away you felt the blows of the splinters hit your body but after a few seconds everything went silent.

You got up in daze looking around, everything was clear and dozens of demo-bats surrounded the floor, some were still moving in agony, others were already dead and you smiled seeing that your plan had been perfect, your hand went to your cheek feeling something hot, running through it realizing that you had a small wound that was bleeding but your body was fine.

-Eddie...- you said to yourself running as fast as you could to where he was still on the floor covering his head with his arms-Eddie?... Eddie, are you okay? -your knees hit the ground hard that made you complain about the pain you felt while your hands took his arms moving him a little- Eddie tell me something

-Wait... wait, my ears hurt... that shit exploded like hell-Eddie rolled over his body, lying on the pavement

-You scared me idiot - you breathed relieved smiling - are you hurt? -Your hands went to her face removing strands of hair that covered her face but he only smiled, denying breathing a little agitated

-I'm fine... are you? -his head moves a little looking at you and cleaning your cheek with his finger slowly- you're bleeding

-I'll have a good story to tell with this scar ..- you laughed tired lying down next to him putting your head on his arm

-Can I ask you something? - He just looked at you with his wide smile and then looked at the sky that for some reason had stopped being red and seemed very calm

-Yes?

-In the future... you will put the rules in our house – you both began to laugh looking at the sky while his hand slowly caressed your hair

-Great...we almost died killing Vecna ​​and these two are here having a picnic, get a hotel room- Steve looked at you both annoyed making you and Eddie laugh out loud while Robin and Nancy helped you up

-It's time to go home lovebirds - Robin laughed helping you walk around your waist with her arm when she noticed that your leg hurt - Shut up Steve, you're just jealous

[hawkins-losers]

Lonely, aching hearts (part 2) | Eddie Munson x Hargrove!Reader

Summary: The aftermath of losing a twin brother, a temporary nightmare fix and a neighbor with a heart of gold

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mention of child abuse, mention of death and blood, PTSD, drug use, panic attack

A/N: Sorry this took so long to write/post. I was caught up in my requests and the doc got lost... Hopefully the next update won’t take as long 

part 1

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After a while, the marijuana stopped working. Your nightmares were back.

You could see Billy, the Mind Flayer’s tentacles grasping at his sides while its tongue pierced through his chest as blood sputtered from his mouth, thick and dark.

‘’Billy!’’

Everyone who was present that day will remember your scream for the rest of their life. It’s impossible to forget the pain and the fear and the distress in that gut-wrenching single scream.

Max had joined you on the ground after the Mind Flayer dropped dead, crying beside you, mourning her step-brother too. Unlike you, Max had friends to comfort her, to hold her. You had no one.

You had thrown an hysterical fit when the paramedics arrived on the scene at Starcourt, refusing to let go of Billy with a steel grip. His blood had seeped through your shirt, soaking it, as you begged him to wake up and not leave you. You can’t leave me, Billy. Wake up. He was already gone, though. You had watched him take his last breath as he choked on his own blood, an image that will haunt you until the day you die.

Your eyes snapped open, your body covered in a cold sweat and shaking while your heart pounded in your chest. You frantically looked around you, searching for Billy's body, only to realize you were not a Starcourt, but in your bedroom.

You brought a hand over your heart, feeling it beat fast under your hand. Your breathing was rapid and you could feel your chest tightening as you remembered the minutes that had followed.

The paramedics had to forcefully pry you away from his dead body so the coroner could confirm the death - although it was a little pointless. The hole in Billy’s chest, all the blood around him and his lifeless blue eyes were enough of an indication that Billy was no longer alive. It’s impossible to survive getting impaled on a Mind Flayer tentacle.

After everyone was dismissed, you went home and spent too long scrubbing your hands raw in the bathroom to get your brother's blood off all over your hands. It wasn't only on your hands though. It was on your shirt - blood-stained beyond repair -, and your shorts, according to your reflection in the mirror.

Your stomach churned and you emptied it in the toilet.

Since that day, you couldn’t see blood without seeing your red-stained hands or without going into a panic state. Some called it hemophobia, but it’s more of a trauma response. Blood was not what you feared, but the memories it brought.

No one will understand how anxiogenic it is to find the blood of someone you love underneath your fingernails for weeks on end. You think you got it all off with all the scrubbing you did, but there's always a spot left behind that will make your stomach churn.

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to bat away the memories.

*

Unable to rid yourself of these images, you got out of your bed, put on your shoes and quietly walked over to Eddie’s trailer.

More weed will make it go away, right?

You didn't bother checking the clock, but maybe you should’ve because when Eddie answered the door, he was rubbing his eyes, a sign that he had been asleep.

‘’Sorry to bother you this late, but…have you got any weed left?’’

Eddie ran a hand over his face, rubbing the sleep off. ‘’Erm, yeah? I do. It’s a bit late though, can it wait till tomorrow?’’ he asked, wishing nothing more than go back to sleep.

Although it was difficult to see properly through the dark - the trailer park was not equipped with great streetlamps -, Eddie noticed the distress in your eyes and the tear stains on your face, raising his concern.

‘’Eh, do you have something stronger? Something that will make me sleep a dreamless sleep? I just want to sleep without-’’ You squeezed your eyes shut again, another gore-y image of Billy sputtering blood flashing in your head.

‘’Are you alright?’’

You didn’t have time to answer Eddie’s question. Your chest began tightening and your breath stuck in your throat. You immediately started choking, the same way Billy had right before his death. Your eyes filled with tears. You felt like you were about to die at any minute now.

‘’Billy,’’ you choked out, bringing your hands to your chest, eyes snapping open in vivid panic.

From Eddie’s point of view, it was terrifying. He had no idea what was happening nor what to do.

‘’Y/N?’’ he called, his voice quivering.

You opened your mouth to speak, but your throat was closed and no sound was coming out.

Eddie got down the steps, not caring that he had no shoes on and the gravel would stab his feet, to stand before you.

‘’Y/N?’’ he repeated, a little more firmly. ‘’I…I don’t know where the hell you went, but come back. Please, come back because I don’t know what to do and you’re scaring me and- Is this a panic attack? Oh shit. Fuck. It is.’’

Trying not to let his own panic take over, Eddie raked through his brain, trying to focus and find a way to snap you out of your state of panic.

He pulled your hands away from your chest and put them on his to try regulate your breathing by mimicking his since this seemed to be the problem. Eddie was almost bent in half to look into your eyes, but he needed your attention. Once your eyes found his, he spoke calmly. ‘’You may feel like you can’t breathe, but it’s an illusion. I’m gonna need you to breathe with me, okay? Follow my breathing pattern.’’

You nodded, anchoring yourself to the deep brown of Eddie’s eyes.

He took a deep breath in, causing you to feel his chest rising under your palms. Slowly, you let air fill your nose and lungs, then exhaled. It was irregular and jerky for the first three breaths, but you made it and no longer felt like you were dying.

Once your breathing was regulated, Eddie wrapped a steady arm around you and you followed him inside his trailer. After two months of seeing Eddie every night, you only now realized that you had never been here once. It wasn't much different in terms of division than the trailer you lived in. The furniture were old and you could notice a tinge of beer in the air. It was a little messy too. On the back wall, there was an impressive collection of mugs and hats displayed, which was strange yet interesting. 

Eddie helped you sit down on the couch, then went to get you a glass of water. 

The cushion material was rough against your delicate skin and a bit itchy. You shifted, trying to re-adjust your body so your bare skin wouldn’t touch it as much, but that only made you realize how under-dressed you were in your small sleep shorts and old Motley Crue tee shirt - a hand-me-down from Billy. It didn’t smell like him anymore, but you loved wearing it to sleep.

You took the plush blanket beside you - which was still warm from Eddie sleeping before you banged on his door - and covered your legs with it. There was a tiger on it and it was soft. 

Just as you finished adjusting the blanket, Eddie returned with your water. You thanked him and took a sip. It was cold and felt calming.

He sat on the table before the couch, clearing aside old cans of beer and an empty box of pizza. ‘’You gave me quite the fight outside, sweetheart.’’ 

‘’Sorry.’’

Eddie clicked his tongue, shaking his head. ‘’Don’t apologize.’’

You wanted to say 'sorry' again, but you bit your tongue and drank your water instead.

A silence filled the trailer as you calmed down from your panic attack. You felt tired - exhausted -, but the fear of having another nightmare haunted your mind. You didn’t want to fall asleep and see the blood on your hands again. You might be sick if you did. 

When you were finished with your water, Eddie took the glass from you and set it down on the table he was on. You appreciated his kindness. He didn’t need to take care of you - you weren’t even friends -, but he did and you appreciated it.

‘’Eh, Y/N?’’ He broke the silence, his eyes flicking to you, soft and hesitant. ‘’I don’t want to pry into your life or dig too deep, so don’t feel forced to tell me anything, but do you mind telling me what triggered that?’’

‘’A nightmare.’’

‘’A nightmare.’’ 

Eddie didn't push, but you knew he wanted more details. 

You pulled your knees to your chest, casting your eyes down on the blanket. ‘’My brother perished in the Starcourt fire. I was there when it happened, I saw him die. Every time I go to sleep, I'm re-living that night over and over again. It's traumatic and horrible.’’

‘’Christ.’’ He ran a hand over his face, processing the heavy information. ‘’Is that why you’re taking drugs? To suppress the nightmares?’’

You nodded once.

‘’I can't imagine how traumatic it must be to re-live someone's death over and over, but I don't think weed or any drugs is the solution. It's not gonna help in the long run, sweetheart. It can create addiction and you don't want that.''

Eddie was right. You knew he was right, but to your eyes a short therm fix was better than having nightmares.

''Have you tried talking to a therapist? Perhaps you could get meds prescribed to help?''

You shook your head. Therapists were expensive and so were medications. Now that your dad had peaced out, you were tight on money. Susan was working two jobs to pay the bills and put food on the table, and you were working at the music store to help. Seeing a therapist was a luxury you couldn't afford.

‘’Well, I know I’m not a therapist, but you can talk to me about your nightmares - if you want. I heard it can help to talk to someone about them. Don’t feel pressured though. I’m just putting it out there, in case you need or want to talk to someone.’’

It was very sweet of Eddie to offer a listening ear. Alas, there was things you couldn't tell him about. Like the Mind Flayer and all the otehr supernatural elements.

Eddie traveled from the table to the couch, keeping a small distance between you and him despite being a two-seater couch. You grabbed the plush blanket and shared some with him so he won’t take you for a blanket hog.

‘’Do you want to tell me about him? Your brother.’’

You pulled your eyebrows together. ‘’You already know Billy. You had some classes together last year.’’

‘’Yeah, but I want you to tell me about him. I want to hear about him through your eyes.’’

You nodded, then took a moment to search the right words to describe your brother.

‘’Billy...he wasn't the nicest person. He was an ass most of the time and he had anger issues, but he was my twin brother. A part of me is and will always be attached to him. Now that he’s gone, I feel like a part of me left with him.’’ Your voice cracked and your eyes blurred with tears, getting emotional. ‘’Sorry.‘’ You wiped your eyes with the back of your hand before they could spill. ‘’It’s so rare I talk about Billy like that. Every time I mention him, someone demonizes him and brings up all the bad things he's done.‘’

Eddie reached out to squeeze your hand, a sweet and unexpected gesture. ‘’You're allowed to miss him, to love him. You and him had a bond that no one can understand. People are insensitive and disrespectful.’’

A small smile twitched on your lips at the kind words. You really needed to hear that.

‘’Can you tell me a good memory of him?’’

Your smile broadened as you went through your memories.

‘’We would drive around in his Camaro. We'd listen to music or just drive in silence for hours. It was Billy's way of spending time with me. He even taught me how to drive.’’

Eddie raised an eyebrow. ‘’Then why do I always see you on this bike?’’

‘’I told you he taught me how to drive, not that I passed my license. I'm a shit driver,’’ you laughed.

After swimming in the dept of sad emotions for the past months, it felt good to laugh. To think about Billy and smile instead of crying.

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Here is a ficlet I wrote about Billy and Chrissy meeting at Pennhurst Hospital and becoming besties! Includes little sprinkles of Hellcheer and Harrigrove

⚠️TW!!! MENTIONS OF ATTEMPTED SUI*IDE & BLOOD ⚠️

Chrissy is severely depressed.  

She has an abusive, narcissist mother, an emotionally neglectful and absent father, her boyfriend treats her like glorified arm candy, she has no real friends, her grades are going down the drain, and she is fighting an aggressive ED.  

She turns to Eddie, and they meet in the woods as usual. That night they plan to do ketamine in his trailer after the game and hellfire club.  

Only Eddie is kind of late meeting her in the parking lot and Chrissy thinks she’s being stood up and decides to walk home. The entire walk there is sadness, anger, and desperation simmering inside her. She wants out. Out of this town, out of her relationship, out of her home, out of her body. Out of this life.  

When she finally gets home, she’s made up her mind. She knows her parents are out to dinner and her little brother is sleeping over at his friends.  

It’s perfect.

Chrissy doesn’t bother writing a note. No one will miss her. It doesn’t matter.  

She pulls out her mother’s sharpest knife from the kitchen and goes to the bathroom upstairs.  

Once Chrissy makes a long vertical gash down her wrist, she immediately regrets it. She drops the knife and scrambles to cover the wound. To get help. Anything.

But she’s never been good with the sight of blood and there’s so much and she’s lightheaded and she passes out, her head knocking on the bathroom sink.  

Her mother doesn’t find her until a couple hours later. The only reason she did was because the light in the bathroom was on.  

Chrissy wakes up in the hospital, and she’s being bombarded by questions from her mother, the doctors, the cops, and all she can do is cry.  

Her mother is angry. She embarrassed by what Chrissy did and ashamed of having a daughter like her. So, she makes the decision to temporarily commit her to a psychiatric asylum, an extreme measure. She doesn’t even look at her daughter’s face as Chrissy begs her not to send her away. Her mom signs the papers and passes them to her husband. He says nothing and signs them as well.

Jason comes to visit before they transfer her. He cries and begs to know why she would do this when they’ve been going so strong. He’s hurt that she would do something like this and asks her if she ever thought about how this would affect him if she died. She begs him not to let them take her, but he pats her on her good hand and says that this is for the best. They can continue their relationship once she gets better. Chrissy has to bite her tongue so hard to keep from screaming at the top of her lungs.  

Meanwhile Eddie goes to his bands practice the next day and Jeff is saying that his mom who is a trauma nurse said that Chrissy Cunningham came in last night for trying to kill herself.

Eddie is horrified.  

Last night he was disappointed but not surprised that Chrissy didn’t wait up for him. He was looking forward to meeting with her, honestly, he’s just not good with time and by the time he realized how late it was and he sprinted to his van, she was gone. He knows that Chrissy is not ok, that much was clear just from looking at her. She needs help and he wants to help her. He wanted to be there for her and fuck, he wasn’t there when she needed him most. And if he weren’t late to meet her last night she never would have tried to-

Eddie throws up in Jeff’s bushes and cancels practice, too upset to do anything but visit Chrissy in the hospital. He needs to see her.

But she’s not there anymore, they already moved her to Pennhurst and won’t allow visitors that aren’t immediate family for her first two weeks. He’s angry at himself for letting her down again. But he promises himself that he’s going to make it up to her.

Chrissy doesn’t belong here. Everyone here is older, angry, and crazy, and she doesn’t belong here. She’s scared and alone and more depressed than ever. She goes quiet. She has no visitors. Her mother is ashamed of her, Jason is scared of her, and no one else cares to see her. She gets calls from Jason, but she never talks, and the conversations are so short and one sided that they eventually stop altogether.  

She’s sitting by herself in the recreational room, disassociating, when someone stands in front of her chair. It’s Billy Hargrove. She remembers hearing about him from the other guys on the basketball team. Last summer he nearly beat his father to death after an altercation, and they sent him away. She never gave it much thought because she never really gave Billy much thought before, but she never figured he would have ended up here. But who is she to judge?

He’s all cocky and smiling and teasing but she can see the pain in his eyes.

It takes time but Billy and Chrissy find themselves gravitating towards each other. They came from fairly close social circles at school last year and though they’ve never interacted before, there’s some familiarity there. They sit next to each other while they eat and do their activities near each other and go to group therapy sessions together.  

It takes even more time, but eventually they bond. Chrissy begins to open up about why she’s there and what she’s going through, and Billy not only understands, but he also knows what it feels like having shitty parents and being the most popular kid and still not having anyone to turn to.  

Chrissy begins writing her thoughts down, and it helps a lot. And she’s good at it. She shares her writing with Billy and encourages him to write for himself too. He tries, but it doesn’t work as well for him as talking does. So, he talks. He tells her about all his issues, and she listens. She never judges him, and that’s all he ever really needed.  

Then, finally, Chrissy gets a visitor. It’s Eddie.  

She is terrified of him seeing her like this, but she goes anyways thanks to Billy’s encouragement. He says that Eddie wouldn’t come all this way just to mock her and if he did then Billy would knock all his teeth out.  

Eddie is quiet for the first time ever. He’s reserved when he first sees her and awkwardly asks her a few questions about her stay. Chrissy feels awful. She notices him looking at the large bandage covering her wrist and she pulls down her sleeve to cover it completely.  

Just when she’s about to get up and leave Eddie tells her how sorry he is. He’s close to tears as he apologizes for abandoning her in her time of need and for not helping her the way she needed it. He tells her that he will do anything to help her, whatever she needs he will get it for her and that he will always be here for her when she needs him.  

Touched, Chrissy covers his hand with hers as she sheds a few tears, thanking him for being so kind to her when he has no reason to be.  

Soon, he is acting like his regular self again, and he is making a fool of himself just to get a smile or a laugh out of her. It feels just like they did at that picnic table and it’s almost like nothing’s changed at all.

As time goes by, Billy and Chrissy become even closer and begin to lean on each other more. Billy stands up for her. He’s her defender and if anyone even looks at her the wrong way, he will give them a piece of his mind. He tells Chrissy to stop apologizing all the time and she tells him that maybe he should start apologizing more.  

He helps Chrissy with her ED. He finds out what she likes to eat and charms the cooks and orderlies to serve her food she likes. While they eat together, he will give her food off his plate that he knows she’ll eat and eat any food that she hates off hers.  

After a revelation during a group therapy session, Chrissy tearfully confesses to Billy that she doesn’t want die. She wants to live. She just doesn’t want to live the life everyone’s chosen for her anymore. Billy is soft and comforting and understanding. He listens to her. He tells her that if something ever happened to her, he would care and that she doesn’t have to do a goddamn thing she doesn’t want to do. Then he pulls away to tell her to never pull some dumb shit like trying to hurt herself again because then he would be really pissed at her and that would suck because he hates being mad at her.  

That makes her smile.

And Chrissy softens Billy. She helps rein in his anger when he gets angry at another patient or orderly or even himself. She talks him down from meltdowns and when she can’t, she still stays by his side, no matter how scary he gets. It’s something he’s grateful for. It makes him feel like less of a monster.

One night, he confesses to her why his father hates him so much, why he’s so angry all the time. He tells her how his dad’s been trying to beat the gay out of him since he was a kid, and he’s tried. He’s tried so hard not to be, but it’s who he is, he can’t change it. And Chrissy doesn’t look at him with revulsion or judgement, just empathy.  

She reassures him that he is loved and wanted and that she accepts him as he his and Billy cries.

Eddie comes to visit her once a week. He brings journals, music, snacks, games, and books for Chrissy. They talk and joke and Chrissy can’t remember the last time she’s ever laughed this much before. Sometimes Billy joins in on his visits and the three of them become closer as a unit. Then, one day, Eddie brings in a stony, resentful, and angry little Max with him.

Billy is annoyed that his shitbird little sister is here, but Chrissy helps him realize it’s because he feels guilty for how he’s treated her, and he doesn’t want to face her. He’s not quite ready to begin apologizing and taking responsibility for his actions, but at least he can admit it to himself (and Chrissy) that he was wrong. 

Max and Billy barely talk, can barely even look at each other, but at least she’s there. And Chrissy is nice enough for the both of them, so Max doesn’t feel unwanted while she’s there.

Max and Eddie begin to visit more often, sometimes bringing Lucas or Dustin or some other member of the group along too. The boys begin teaching Chrissy the rules of DND while Max and Billy roll their eyes and play a game of cards off to the side.

As the school year nears the end and prom approaches, Eddie convinces Nancy, Steve, Robin and the kids to help him throw an impromptu dance for Chrissy and Billy since they’re going to miss the real one. (This is when everyone officially knows that Eddie is head over heels in love with Chrissy when he’s actually planning a prom for her)

Billy and Chrissy get to dress up and dance and sing with their friends, carefree and happy for the first time in a long time. Eddie smuggles in a flask for them to share and Billy gets drunk quick since he hasn’t had a drink in almost a year. He pulls Steve aside and apologizes for beating him up that one time and for being such a dick. Steve isn’t sure how to respond but accepts his apology because he can tell that Billy really means it. Billy pulls him in for a hug and now Steve’s really confused because it feels nice.

Soon after, due to his progress and good behavior, Billy’s sentence gets reduced by a couple months, and he gets released from the hospital. He and Eddie and the others try to petition to let Chrissy out too, but they legally can’t without parents’ permission. They have to wait until she turns 18, which is another month away. Chrissy is sad that he’s leaving her, but so proud that he’s moving on and thankful for the time they had together.

As graduation approaches, Chrissy is terrified that everyone will forget her and move on with their lives, leaving her here to rot. When she expresses her fear to Eddie during one visit, he squeezes her hand and reassures her that he won’t leave Hawkins until she’s out of here and he knows she is safe.  

She doesn’t feel alone anymore. Almost every other day either Billy or Eddie or Max or Nancy and Robin and Steve are coming to visit her. She has friends, real friends.  

On Chrissy’s 18th birthday she signs herself out of Pennhurst. She knows that Eddie and Billy are probably waiting to pick her up but is surprised to find the entire party outside. They have balloons and presents and cake. And everyone is here for her. They surround her with hugs and kisses and love and even though she’s not completely healed yet, she knows that she’s going to be ok.  

[cherrydreamer]

April Prompts Combo! #2 Rainstorm and #8 Window

Ok so I am rocking up late late late with this April Prompt so I combined #2 Rainstorm and #8 Window into a double ficlet! (and yes I’m STILL late, I know I know!)  Billy's been living in Hopper's old trailer for just over a month now. And he knows he should be grateful for it. And he is, he is. 

Pathetically grateful, really, for the place and the way the kids all banded together and sorted the place out. For him. Got it all patched back up, cleaned and tidied and mostly ship-shape.

Cosy, even, especially after Mrs Byers came by to pick them up and handed Billy a whole damn laundry hamper filled with crocheted blankets and a stack of plump cushions and a pair of slightly frayed yellow curtains that, when he hung them at the kitchen window, gave the whole place a soft, sunshiney air. 

And, at the time, Billy had really appreciated just how far away from town he is now. He likes the fact that he's kind of hidden away, out of sight out of mind. He really likes the view of the lake and the noise it makes, the wind on the water sounding almost like the waves on the beaches back home. 

But sometimes, like tonight, he really fucking wishes he wasn't so alone.

Because there's been a storm threatening to rage since the mid afternoon, and Billy's been on edge the whole time just waiting. Been sitting tensed on the couch, hands balled into fists, feeling the crackle of static in the air, damn near smelling the electricity, and he's known it was coming, he knew it, but knowing did nothing to help prepare him for the first flash of lightning or the crack of thunder, and all of a sudden he's thrown right back to that night in the mall, the one with lights flickering and fireworks exploding and fear and pain and I don't know what's happening but I know I'm going to die and I'm so scared and I’m so sorry.

So Billy had hurled himself away from the windows on that first flash, shoved himself into a little gap between the fridge and the wall and he's still there now hours later, huddled with his head between his knees and his hands screwed up against his ears but he can still hear it. 

Them. The screams. The cries. The begging.  The voice in his head.  Max's voice over and over again. Her sobs.  The way she called for him. Over and over. "Billy! Billy!"

"Billy!"

Billy's head jolts up at that, 

It's a voice. A real one. Not a scream of panic in his head, or his own cry of fear or desperation. Just a voice. Familiar. Comforting. A little frantic but without a single trace of anger, "C'mon, dude, lemme in!"

There's more banging. And it doesn't fit the pattern, doesn't fit the roll of thunder or the thumping of his heart or the bang of those fireworks that sound so so real. 

Someone's outside knocking on his door. Steve. Steve is outside knocking on his door.  Billy can't. Can't move. Can't talk. Can't believe it. Just…can't. It's in his head. All in his head. Has to be.

"Billy!" The handle of the door rattles, the chain of the bolt clanking against the wood, and something about the need in Steve's tone is enough to shake Billy out of his panic.

Because Steve's here. And it's not entirely unprecedented, Steve being here. Steve was there from the start, coming in at the tail end of the kids' DIY attempts and fumbling his way through fixing up some of the bigger jobs they'd attempted, and he's been there afterwards too, dropping round occasionally with items that he claimed his Mom was throwing out, but which just so happened to be the very things that Billy needed, a set of gleaming pots and pans after Billy found a whole mouse family nesting in his; a bedside lamp with a chintzy floral shade after Billy accidentally sent his old one flying across the room in the throes of a particularly violent nightmare; and, most recently, a chunky boombox with a whole box full of tapes, some so new that they still had the cellophane on but a couple that were clearly older. Well-played and well-loved, and the ones that Billy found himself coming back to them over and over.  

He wishes he'd thought to stick one on before. Maybe he could've drowned out the storm with ELO or Queen or something. 

The lightning flashes again, illuminating the room through the thin, yellow gingham and Billy wants to hide again, wants to press himself against the wall and hide from it all.   But Steve's here. Steve's out there, in the worst of it. Steve came and he's here and all Billy needs to do is open the door, just open that fucking door that he locked tight and shut with a set of extra deadbolts. He just needs to open it up and let Steve in.

He can do that. For Steve, he can do that. So he does. 

He forces himself to uncurl, standing on trembling legs and he holds it together long enough to walk the few steps to the door and wrench it open. And Steve's there. Not a figment. Not an illusion. The real Steve Harrington, his crest of hair falling wetly in his face, his brightly coloured windbreaker absolutely soaked through, his shoes squeaking on the slippery steps. 

But he's smiling. And it's a full bright sunshine kind, big enough that Billy forgets about the storm outside and the fear churning in his gut and he even manages to smile back, a little watery, as he opens the door and asks, 

"What the hell you even doing out here, Harrington?"

"I…I was just passing by," Steve tries, but there's a sheepish look on his face like he knows it's not gonna fly. No one's ever 'just passing by' this place, that's the whole point. So Billy fixes him with as stern a look as he can muster with his snotty face and red-rimmed eyes, and Steve's expression turns serious as he says, "El." 

It's enough of an explanation. Since whatever the hell happened between him and Max's psychic little best friend, the two of them have had some kind of connection. He's not surprised that she sensed his freakout from wherever she was. Part of him is relieved that someone was looking out for him. That's he's not as isolated out here as he thought.  Most of him, though? Most of him is burning with shame. He can picture it now, El seeing him at his most broken and relaying it all to Steve, then Steve grumbling and grousing as he peels himself out of his bed and trudges into the torrential rain to come play babysitter while Billy cries like a pussy in the corner over a little bit of thunder.

It's enough to have him damn near slamming the door right in Steve's face.

"I'm fine-" Billy starts, but then there's another flash and, within a split second of it, a crack of thunder so loud that it seems to rattle the walls of the trailer. and whatever embarrassment Billy was feeling, that nauseating swirl of humiliation and the desire to stay strong in front of Steve, it all fades in the face of his fear as his stomach drops, and his knees give way and he falls to the floor, arms wrapping around his head, trying desperately to muffle the pathetic keening noise he knows he's letting out. 

There's a moment where there's nothing but his whimpers in the quiet of the trailer, and then Billy hears the sound of footsteps moving away.  And he doesn't blame Steve for leaving, he'll he's glad that he did.  He is.  OK, so it hurts and he wishes like hell he could've been better, could've been less fucked up so maybe Steve would've stuck around a little longer. But he's glad. Because this is the best way. Out of sight, out of mind. He doesn't need Steve fussing over him.  So Billy squeezes his eyes shut. Swallows down past the ache in his throat and the gnawing emptiness in his heart. Because this is better. 

But then there's a sound. A click and a whirr and then the trailer fills with a familiar song, already part way through playing, 

I get a strange magic, Oh, what a strange magic

Just as Billy tunes in enough to recognise it, there's a warm, reassuring weight all around him, something soft being draped over his shoulders and Billy reaches out for it instinctively, grabbing at the thick, crocheted blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders.  When he looks up, Steve is still there, kneeling in front of him with one hand raised, palm up, in an invitation.

"You wanna watch?"

"Huh?" Billy's tongue feels heavy in his mouth, and his brain is still lost in the sheer fact that Steve is here. Still here. He stayed. 

"The storm," Steve clarifies, "I know…you, you, you don't…it's not…it's a lot like-" Steve waves a hand in the air, grasping for gestures when the words fail him and then waving over towards the window, "But it actually looks kinda cool, especially out over the lake."  

Billy shakes his head, a tiny movement, but Steve keeps his hand out anyway.

"It might help," he suggests, "Might make you see, I dunno, see what it is. That's it's not…not what you're thinking. What you're seeing in there." He taps on Billy's forehead with a gentle finger, then puts his hand back out, patiently waiting. "Promise you, man, it's gnarly." He grins after the last word, all dorky and pleased with himself, and Billy can't help but snort out a laugh at the awful surfer boy impression Steve had been attempting.

He's trying. Billy realises suddenly, He's trying to help. 

So he keeps one hand firmly on the blanket around his shoulders, fingers clutching through the open knit, but he places the other in Steve's, not missing the way Steve's smile turns soft the moment their fingers make contact. 

"OK." It's all Billy can manage. 

It's enough. It's all Steve needs to haul him up and tug him over to the window, flinging open the yellow gingham and getting them both next to the glass just in time to catch the next flash.  And it's still a lot. Still has Billy's heart in his throat and his stomach twisting, but he doesn't move away. Doesn't want to.  Because Steve's right. It is cool, the way the whole landscape is illuminated, just for that second and how the light dances in jagged flashes across the sky, reflected in the glassy waters below. How it's so big. So powerful. So immense.  Kinda beautiful. 

He says as much to Steve. And Steve nods. Smiles again, that soft smile. Warm and fond and all directed at Billy. And Billy's heart flips even further into his throat. Because his hand is still clasped in Steve's and when the thunder rumbles loudly, just moments later, Steve's thumb starts stroking gentle, soothing circles around Billy's knuckles, over and over until the sound fades, and even when it all stops, when it's silent again, Steve keeps hold of Billy's hand, their fingers entwined all tight like he really doesn't want to let go.

So Billy doesn't let go either. 

There's another flash. But this time all that Billy sees of it is the light flitting over Steve's face, making his eyes shine and his skin seem to glow, just for a moment. Because Steve's not watching the storm either. He's staring right at Billy.  And Billy feels it again, that thrum of electricity in the air. But it's not so scary now. Not when he thinks Steve is feeling it too. 

[straykidsnerd255]

You came back to me

Pairing: Vampire! Eddie Munson x Female Reader

Genre:Angst/Fluff Alive Eddie Munson AU

Song: Fairytale- Ambassador/Alexander Rybak

Warning: blood drinking, swearing, Season 4 SPOILERS (Not a whole lot)

Rating: PG-13

Summary: After Eddie had sacrificed himself in the Upside Down, Y/n is told the news by her younger brother Dustin. However, you are visited by someone in the middle of the night with blood on their hands and mouth.

Word Count:2136

Dustin felt his heart drop as he walked to his sister’s room. He knew that you and Eddie had been dating since the beginning of school and he hated that idea of telling you that Eddie was dead. Dustin took a deep breath before knocking on your door. “Y/n, It's Dustin. We need to talk.” Dustin could hear you shifting your blankets around and grumbling to yourself. “This couldn’t have waited until-” Your words fell short as you saw Dustin, being supported but Lucas, who had tears in his eyes. You narrowed your eyes thinking that someone had messed around with your brother and his friends and had hurt them badly but when you saw the look in Dustin’s eyes, it was something else all together.

“What happened?” 

Dustin looked down as his body betrayed him. He didn’t want to hurt his sister. He didn’t want her to go through what he had to go through back in the Upside Down. “Y/n, Eddie’s, well, he’s… Eddie’s gone.” Dustin mumbled the last part hoping to whatever God’s were in the sky that she didn’t hear him. She heard him. “What?” Dustin felt his own heart breaking again as he watched her sink to her knees with tears furiously falling down her face. She covered her face and a heartbroken scream left her throat. Dustin felt tears falling down his face as he watched his older sister cry. He felt his heart clench as she screamed into her hands. The pain she felt of having her own boyfriend die resounded off the walls and pierced Dustin in the heart.

“I'm in love with a fairytale

Even though it hurts.

'Cause I don't care if I lose my mind.

I'm already cursed.”

“I tried everything to make him come back but he wouldn’t. He told me; “I want to protect the most important girl in my life, Henderson. IF she were to die and I made it, I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.” I knew what he was trying to say but I knew that you would be just as heartbroken if he were to die. I’m sorry Y/n. I tried….” Dustin broke down and sobbed freely. You looked at your little brother and stood from the floor. Lucas noticed what you were doing and released his hold on Dustin. You wrapped your arms around your brother and held him tightly as he cried into your shirt. You patted his head gently before petting his hair. “I know. It's gonna be ok Dustin.” You whispered. You smiled at Lucas and watched as he returned that smile and left the house.

{With Eddie}

Eddie laid on the cold floor of the Upside Down. His eyes half lidded as he looked at the red sky. His sides and neck ached from the attack of those vicious bats. He slowly sat up and held his head in agony. He stopped all movement when he realized his chest was rising and falling. He shot to his feet and patted his chest and sides. No blood was oozing from the wounds that he was very sure that he had received when trying to to help Steve and the others. He clearly remembered Dustin crying and begging him to come back with them; that they could get help. He shook his head to remove those thoughts before trudging back to his ‘trailer’. He walked back to where the portal was, and a sigh left his lips. It was still open. 

He noticed that the mattress was still in the same spot and he smiled to himself. He ran his tongue over his teeth in concentration but froze. He opened his mouth and pressed his finger to his teeth only to find that his canines were extremely sharp. He swallowed hard before ignoring it and grabbing something to help him get through the portal. Once he was thorough, he stared back at the portal from the mattress and glared at it with all his heart. “You ruined my life. Now, I need to pick the pieces up again.” He muttered before getting off the mattress and running to his room to change his clothes. 

He stared at himself in the one mirror that wasn’t destroyed. He gave himself a nod of his head before turning and running out of the trailer. He darted to the forest that sat behind his trailer and sighed when he was concealed from the world. “I have to get to Y/n but I’m hungry.” He muttered to himself. He turned his head when a twig snapped about a yard from him. He darted for the creature and when he found it, his mind blanked. When his eyes refocused on the world around him, he noticed the dead rabbit on the ground just a few feet from him. Blood stained his hands and face and he felt disgusted with himself. 

He did his best to wipe the remaining blood from his hands and mouth before he stood up. He darted for the house that held two very important people to him. He found your house, which wasn’t hard because he had considered it a second home. He scaled the tree that sat in front of your window and gently tapped on the window. He watched as you slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the window. When your eyes locked with his, he watched you throw the window open so fast he was afraid the thing would break. “Eddie? Is that you?” You whisper.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?” He asked with a cheeky grin. He could see your face perfectly thanks to whatever the hell happened to him in the Upside Down. You moved out of the way to let him into your room and you found yourself lifting your hands to his face. His eyes immediately closed when your hands sat on his face. You let your hands drop from his face as you walk to your door and shut it. You flip your light on and there standing in your room, dirty, dried blood caked on his face and hands, stood Eddie Munson. Your boyfriend. “Oh my gosh Eddie!” You walked back to your boyfriend and wrapped your arms around him. His arms wrapped tightly around you as you both just stood there in each other's embrace. “You’re back.” You whisper against his chest. He laughed but felt tears filling his eyes. “I’m back. Where Dustin. I need to let him know I’m ok and alive….I.” You panicked when you saw Eddie drop to the floor. 

You held your wrist out to him. His eyes dilated at the sight of your wrist but he turned his head away. “I’m not biting you Y/n. You are too important to me.” He hissed out. You shook your head and urged him to bite your wrist. “This will at least satisfy your hunger for a bit.” You said. “Also, I figured out what happened to you. Eddie, you’re a vampire now.” You whispered. Eddie froze. That’ll explain why he was staring at a dead rabbit drained of all its blood and became a rotting corpse at his feet.

“I’m not biting you. I don’t want to hurt you.” 

You smiled at your boyfriend. “You won’t hurt me. I trust you.” You said sitting on the floor in front of Eddie. You watched Eddie hesitantly take your wrist in his hand before he bit down on your wrist. You watched as his tensed shoulder sagged and his eyes slowly closed. You ran your fingers through his hair before leaning forward and kissing the top of his head. He pulled away a few seconds later, licking his lips and giving you his same charming smile. “Tasted delicious princess.” He whispered, making your face heat up. You slapped his shoulder making him laugh. A knock was heard on your door and you and Eddie went silent. “Y/n, are you ok?” Dustin’s voice was heard from outside the door. 

“Open the door Dustin but close your eyes.” You instructed. Dustin made a noise from outside but when he opened the door, he indeed had his eyes closed. You watched as he slowly walked into your room before closing the door behind him. “What’s going on Y/n?” He asked. You smiled before turning to Eddie. You stood up and he followed. “Wait right here. Don’t move.” You said quietly walking over to your brother. “When I say to open your eyes, open them.” You whispered and watched Dustin nod his head. After a few minutes you couldn’t stand it anymore. “You can open your eyes now Dustin.” You said.

You watched Dustin open his eyes and you could see the exact moment his heart began to mend. “Eddie? Is that you?” He asked. “The one and only Henderson.” Eddie said, opening his arms with a big grin on his face. Dustin ran to Eddie and hugged the taller male. He was crying against Eddie’s shirt and holding the male tightly thinking he would leave if he let go. “I’m not going anywhere Henderson. I’m staying right here.” Eddie said. You smiled as your younger brother and his role model jabbed at each other. “Can we tell the others tomorrow?” Dustin asked, looking between you and Eddie. 

You smiled and nodded your head while Eddie had the biggest grin on his face. “Hell yeah! We can tell the others.” Eddie said. You couldn’t wait for the sun to rise. If Dustin had been as heartbroken as he looked telling you that Eddie had ‘died’ then the others must be just as heart broken or even more heartbroken. “Alright, lets go to sleep and then tomorrow morning Dustin and get everyone to come over here.” You said taking Eddie’s hand in yours. Dustin grinned and ran straight back to his room. You shook your head and pulled Eddie to the bathroom that said adjacent to the door into your room. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” You said as a single tear slipped down your face. Eddie lifted his hand and wiped the tear from your face before leaning down and pressing his lips against yours. He moved his hands to hold your face as he deepened the kiss. 

“Don’t leave me ever again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. That was the worst 5 hours of my life being dead.” 

Bonus:

Dustin grinned as everyone sat in his living room. You were just as giddy as Dustin was. “Guys, me and my sister Y/n have a big surprise for everyone.” Dustin said. “What is it?” Mike asked. Dustin was practically jumping up and down. “Y/n, can you please go and retrieve the surprise?” He asked. You grinned and ran up to your room. Eddie was currently reading your D&D campaign and looked up and smiled at you. 

“You ready?” You asked when he sat the book back on your bed. He nodded his head. You grinned and grabbed a dark colored bed sheet and threw it over Eddie. He instantly grabbed your hand and allowed you to pull him along. You were giddy when you slowly walked into the main room. “Everyone close your eyes.” Dustin said. Everyone groaned but did as they were told. You sat Eddie down in the chair facing everyone and carefully removed the sheet. He looked at you with the softest smile before turning to face everyone. 

“Open them!” You called out. You watched as they opened their eyes only to stare in disbelief. “Eddie?” Mikey said, looking at him.  “I’m back!” He said, holding his arms up and jumping from the chair. Everyone practically tackled the male to the ground. Eddie laughed as they all tried to talk to him at once. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’m here to stay.” He whispered when he saw them crying. The kids climbed off and Steve held his hand out for Eddie. “Welcome back my friend.” Steve said, patting Eddie’s shoulder. Eddie smiled. “It’s good to be back.” He said.

You smiled as you watched your boyfriend and the others. “You came back to me Eddie. I thought I lost you forever.” You whispered before Eddie found his way back to your side. His arms wrapped around your waist and his head landed on top of your head. “And I am glad to be back in your arms, my lady.” he whispered before lifting his head from its position and leaning down to press a trail of kisses up your neck before landing on your lips.

“I love you so much Eddie.”

“I love you too Y/n. Beyond words.”

“Don’t leave me alone again.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it Princess. You are stuck with me forever.”

“I like the sound of that.”

[16bruises]

Heroic

Season 4 Volume 2 Spoilers.

Eddie Munson x gn! Reader

this is angst so if ur hurting i wouldn’t recommend

I watched Dustin climb up the knotted sheet, back to our Hawkins, pressing the weight of my entire body on the weak wooden door of Eddie’s bedroom.

"Y/n you need to go next, right now" Eddie yelled

"Fuck no, you go and I'll be right behind you, I don't want you to be trapped down here with these bats" I yelled in response, my voice wavering with every aggressive hit I felt coming from the other side of the door.

Eddie groaned and I could see his knuckles turning white from his grip tightening around his homemade spear. He looked back up at me, I'd never seen that look from him before.

He's given me looks before that implied he was being serious but this one was different. Like he was begging me to take him seriously and to listen to him.

I shook my head

I knew what he was planning

He knew I knew, but we both knew Dustin was clueless.

I could hear Dustin yelling our names desperately.

Eddie stomped towards me and pulled me from the door by my arm.

"I'm sorry Sweetheart if I'm hurting you, but you need to go back to Hawkins" Eddie's tight grip on my arm loosened as he lead me towards the dangling sheet and portal.

"No"

Eddie glared at me, his eyes watering

He quickly turned and cut the sheet causing Dustin to become erratic

I could just barely hear Eddie over Dustin's terrified cries

"You stay right here, don't you fucking move"

—

I scoured the hauntingly familiar trailer for a new rope-like item.

Dustin hadn't calmed down. neither have I.

I don't know when I started crying, but when I quickly made my way back to look up at Dustin, almost tripping from how jumbled I felt, I realized I had a near-endless supply of warm tears flowing down my cheeks.

"Dustin I-I don't know what to do- there's nothing to use" I choked out, trying to wipe my, now, cold and wet face

"It's ok y/n I can figure out a way. Stand back and give me some room, I'll only take a few minutes"

—

I wish I hadn't given him much space because I think he broke his leg when he made an impact.

Dustin cried out in pain but quickly shot to his feet. I ran to him and offered him any help, he adamantly denied it and limped to the front door as quickly as he could, I followed suit.

Once outside, the misty atmosphere made me feel sick.

We could see a horrifying swarm of those bat creatures, circling something like vultures.

Not something. I know who they were surrounding. I wish I was clueless though.

But more than anything

I wish I was wrong.

Dustin was screaming for Eddie, both of us racing towards the hoard.

The bats suddenly dropped to the ground, thumping around the beaten body of Eddie.

I felt my breath hitch when his eyes tiredly slid over to Dustin and me.

Dustin scrambled to Eddie's side, as did I.

I knelt down and as gently as possible held him up in my arms. Eddie's eyes slowly darted from me to Dustin. Eddie weakly reached for Dustin's hand and a smile broke out onto his face, exposing his mouth full of blood.

"I didn't run away this time"

I broke at that, I couldn't help it. I gripped Eddie's shirt and just cried, my head dipping down and ghosting over Eddie's chest

I could hear Eddie begging Dustin to take care of the 'sheep' for him and Dustin crying in response

Eddie pulled his hand from Dustin and held your face. Dustin, still sobbing stepped back, pulling his knees up to hide his face as heavy sobs wracked his body.

Eddie brushed his thumb under my eye, catching the never-ending stream of tears

My eyes finally shifted back to his, making him smile.

"Don't cry, sweetheart"

My grip on his shirt only tightened

"How can you expect me not to cry for you Eddie, I love you more than anyone and you're about to leave me here forever" It hurt to say.

Eddie's eyes flickered all over my face before landing back to my eyes, his thumb swiping every few seconds to catch the new tears.

"Baby Baby Baby," he chuckled softly, "you know I can't stand being away from you for too long, much less forever"

I laughed painfully, pulling him closer to myself, "Stop it, Eddie, you're dying"

Eddie rested his head on my shoulder, eyes never leaving mine

He grinned, his eyes flickering down to his torn-up torso for a second before shooting back up to mine.

"But I'm a hero baby, I'm gonna die a hero" He smiled but it quickly faltered at the sounds of my sobs.

"Eddie please"

He shifted uncomfortably and lifted his other hand to the other side of my face, now cupping my face in his weak, bloody hands.

"I love you, baby, you were my hero. You're the love of my pitiful life" He tried to lighten the mood by being self-deprecating but it only made it worse.

I couldn't stop crying and Eddie stopped trying to speak.

He groaned, tears now escaping his eyes. He weakly pulled me towards him and pressed a bloody kiss to my lips, our tears mixing.

Eddie slumped over, his forehead landing on my shoulder. His hands lost hold of your face, his breathing becoming shallow. My body was still shaking but I did my best to steadily lay him on his back, his head resting on my lap.

His eyelids looked like they were becoming heavy as he struggled to keep them open, looking up at me.

I held his hand to my lips, pressing countless kisses into it. The corners of his lips upturned as his eyes stared up at me.

He pulled his hand away from my lips and held it to his chest, to his heart.

His eyes traveled to the tear stains on my cheeks, to Dustin, to his trailer, to the blueish sky.

He smiled up at me. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, "You'll always be my hero, Eddie"

He let his eyelids close, his body falling limp.

He wasn't there to dry my tears anymore.

I love angst but I loved Eddie Munson more :((

[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part 6)

Warnings - smut / slight breeding kink maybe?

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers

The morning light woke you gently, alongside a soft hand caressing your waist. It tickled the skin lightly, followed by gentle kisses on the back of your neck making you shudder.

"Morning you..." He whispered.

"Morning... Love waking up next to you.."

"We can do this every morning, there's nothing stopping us now."

"You're really going to talk to Steve?"

"Absolutely. It'll be fine, I promise."

"Should I come too?"

"I don't see why not." You turned round to face him, your legs becoming entangled in his.

"You'd really do this for me? Because you know you don't have to, right? I will happily walk away from Peaky if it makes your life easier?"

"Shut up..." He silenced you with a kiss and smiled. "It's happening. I texted him last night. I'm seeing him in an hour."

"We best get ready then.. god I'm nervous..."

"Shut up..." He laughed and kissed you again. "We talk to Steve, film our last scenes, do this wrap party tonight and fly to Ireland together tomorrow morning. How's that sound?"

"Perfect Mr Murphy."

You sat in Steve's trailer an hour later and glanced at Cillian nervously. Steve emerged with a coffee for each of you and sat opposite you both.

"Must be important if you've called to see me alone Cill on the last day of filming, what's going on?"

"You've heard the rumours?" Cillian asked. Steve nodded.

"Well they're true. We're together. Have been since the start of series 1. And I appreciate you might not find it professional, or appropriate given the 20 year age gap, and the press are going to eat us alive, and the focus might be taken away from the show - " Steve raised his hand to silence him.

"Cillian I'm not daft, nor am I blind. The sly glances at each other? Spending time with each other off set? You're the most reclusive person I know, and you're actually socialising with people.. I knew something was going on. As for how I feel about it.."

You reached for Cillian's hand and Steve smiled.

"It's wonderful. Truly wonderful. You two are perfect together, you know that? On screen, your chemistry is something else - the fans will adore the fact you're a real life couple."

"What about James?" You asked, squeezing Cillian's hand. Cillian then told him what James had been doing, threatening with the press and telling y/n it was going to ruin her career, she wouldn't be in series 2...

"He's an idiot. Only hired him because his dad is my best friend. I'll speak to him y/n. You'll be in series 2, there's no doubt about that. Cillian's executive producer, can't exactly bin his girlfriend off now can I?" He laughed. Cillian smiled at you. You blushed at being called Cillian's girlfriend.

"Told you he'd be fine, didn't I?"

Your final scene was ready to go - Clara's wedding night with Tommy. The two of you were stripped and sat on the bed together, wearing just a robe each to cover yourselves while the director cleared the set of any unnecessary people - privacy was always key in scenes like this. Just Anto and the cameraman remained as you both climbed under the duvet and removed the robes. Cillian now behind you. You sniggered slightly at the thick, padded underwear you were wearing. The bump you wore tightly wrapped and concealed to hide the straps holding it in place. Cillian leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"We need to do this in one take, because I don't think I'll be able to control myself if we have to do it twice..."

"Hmm... That sounds interesting... Be a shame if I messed it up, wouldn't it..."

"Not funny..." He chuckled, just as the director called Action.

His body moved against yours, as you groaned. He stayed silent - typical Tommy mode now. You felt his hands underneath the duvet, where others couldn't see, snaking over your hips and thighs, squeezing lightly. Burying his face in your hair, he whispered into you so no one could hear him.

"You're getting it so fucking hard when we're back at the hotel... You're not gonna be able to walk straight when I'm done with you..."

His words only turned you on more - you had to fight to remain as Clara so as not to arouse suspicion but you could feel your core throbbing with need.

You were desperate for Anto to call cut, and luckily it wasn't long before he did. You put your game face on and redressed into the robe, Cillian doing the same with his. Finishing up a few things with Anto, he winked at you and headed out. You bit your lip in anticipation of what awaited you back in your hotel room.

You unlocked the door to find him sat on the sofa watching TV. He tilted his head to you and smiled as you made your way over to the other side of the room, hanging your dress bag on the wardrobe and makeup bag, straighteners and hairdryer on the dressing table.

"You know you don't need all that, don't you?" He said, eyes all over you as you sat next to him on the sofa. You leaned into him and linked your hand into his.

"So you say.. I need it to make me look less tired!"

"Something keeping you awake all night y/n?"

"More like someone..."

"Who's that then?"

"This hot older guy... Dark hair, piercing blue eyes... he promised me a good time earlier.." you moved your body slowly onto his lap. He brought his hands up your legs, resting them on your hips.

"Did he now... What did he say to you?"

"He said I wouldn't be able to walk after he's done with me..." He lifted you off him and back onto the sofa, lifting your t-shirt over your head and kissing down your neck. You lifted your hips to allow him to pull them, and your underwear, down, throwing them to the side of the room. Placing small kisses on the inside of your thigh, as his hand squeezed the other, approaching your core slowly making you squirm underneath him.

"Fuck... Cillian..." You arched your back, aching for him. You gasped as his tongue found your clit, circling over it slowly, pushing a finger inside you, pumping it gently. You hands in his hair, urging him on.

"You taste fucking incredible, I'm gonna make you come so hard..." His words turning you on further, as he continued his attack on your clit, two fingers pumping into you now, moving around inside you until he felt you flinch. Found it.

Your core was on fire as he pushed that spot inside harder, increasing the pressure and speed of his tongue, making you writhe against him. You couldn't help but ride your hips against his face as your orgasm built up quickly.

"Cill... Cill... Jesus..." Breathy little whimpers of his name were all you could manage, as you came hard, your juices flowing and coating his chin, dropping onto the floor underneath you. He grinned against your mound, arching his finger upwards again making you shudder. He eased out and pressed his lips against your belly, sighing softly.

You pulled him up to kiss you, before he pulled you to your feet and moved you both to the bed.

"I promised you wouldn't be able to walk..." He whispered in your ear as your fingers pulled at the buttons on his jeans.

"Give me what you've got baby..." He pulled his jeans and boxers down, opening your legs, lining his erection against you. You were soaked, and he thrust inside powerfully making you scream and clutch the bedposts behind you. No build up, just pure, primal thrusts.

"Fuck.. seeing you with that bump today did things to me I didn't expect..."

He turned you slightly on your side, legs together. Fingers digging into your hips and thigh, sure to leave bruises but you didn't care - you were crying his name, begging for more.

"One day Cillian... I promise you that..."

He lay you flat again, bringing his body down to yours, kissing you softly, his thrusts pausing for a second.

"Needed a minute, the thought of you being pregnant nearly sent me over the edge for a second there..." You chuckled before clenching your core around him.

His thrusts picked up again, as his lips found your neck. His pace slower now, but you weren't complaining. His thrusts were now slower, more passionate. Your hands wrapped round his shoulders as he moved.

"You feel so good... You're perfect..." Your mouth kissed his neck, leaving little bites and sucks as you felt your orgasm approach.

"Oh god... Cill, I'm gonna..." He lifted his body from yours so he could watch you unravel underneath him, his thrusts speeding up a little to get you there.

"Do it.. come on... Keep looking at me..." Your back arched, calling his name as he came with you, never once taking his eyes from yours. As your breathing came back to normal, he rested his forehead on yours.

"Fuck that was good.." you sighed as he fell next to you on the bed.

"Yeah, I'm well aware you can still walk, I'll make it up to you," he laughed.

"Don't be daft, that was perfect. Now though, we have a party to get ready for. Come on, shower time." You got up and pulled him into the ensuite.

************************************************************

Stepping out of Cork airport, you clutched Cillian's hand as you walked towards the waiting taxi. A few people had recognised him, but no one bothered him thankfully, both of you were still dealing with slight hangovers from the party the night before.

"You okay?" He asked as you got into the taxi.

"I'm nervous Cill, what if they don't like me?"

"What? You're insane, they're gonna love you as much as I do. I'm sorry we need to do the whole 'meet the parents' thing so soon." He kissed the back of your hand. Giving the driver his parents' address, you headed over there. It was his sister's wedding that weekend, you were attending as his plus one.

Arriving at his family home and unloading the taxi of your bags, he squeezed your hand tight before opening the door to the house.

"Cillian!!" A young, dark haired woman ran at him after the door opened and threw her arms round him. He held her tight, lifting her off the floor slightly. Putting her back down, he turned to you.

"Silé.. this is y/n. Thanks for letting me add her to the list."

"So good to meet you!!" She hugged you, a genuine, warm hug that instantly made you relax. "Come on, everyone's in the garden. Drop your bags in the living room for now, we'll sort them later!"

The garden was full of family members, all hugging Cillian and you in turn. Easily the most welcoming family you'd ever met, there was no awkwardness, it was like they'd known you for years.

"The Irish know how to make people feel welcome, y/n." He whispered in your ear before being distracted by a child's voice screaming at him.

"Unc Cill!! Unc Cill!" He turned to see the three year old running full speed at him and just about caught him before he ran into his legs. Lifting him up in the air, he blew raspberries on his belly, making him giggle before bringing him in for a cuddle.

"Missed you little dude. Wanna meet someone special?" The little boy nodded, glancing at you.

"This is y/n. Y/n, meet my nephew Dylan. My brother's youngest."

"Well hello there handsome man, I can see you got the Murphy eyes too!" He suddenly reached for you, taking you by surprise as you took him out of Cillian's arms and he wrapped his round your neck, giving you a huge hug. You could see Cillian beaming, as his brother Padraig brought you both a glass of champagne each, laughing at his son squeezing the life out of you before taking him.

"Wow, you're a strong boy!!" You coughed, taking a sip of the champagne.

"You're a natural, clearly." Cillian winked, clinking his glass against yours and wrapping his arm over your shoulder. You sank into his body, smiling as Cillian's Dad tired to fire up the barbecue.

Looking round at the whole family, who'd welcomed you completely and without question, you couldn't help but smile. You knew your future was here - with him. You didn't care about the press backlash you knew was coming, all that mattered was you were together. Everything else paled in significance.

"Someone help me light this fecking thing will ye?" His dad shouting in his thick Cork accent made everyone laugh, as Cillian and his brother rolled their eyes and made their way over to take over. Cillian's mum led you by the arm to sit with her and Cillian's sisters.

"He's a useless arse when it comes to cooking - needs to leave it to our boys!" She laughed, topping up your glass.

"Oh, Cillian can cook, can he?" You smirked.

"That he can, taught him myself - don't be believing him when he says he can't either!"

"Noted, absolutely noted."

You spent the next few hours with the ladies, them happily telling you stories of Cillian's childhood as Cillian watched from a distance, smiling yet slightly concerned at why the four of you were laughing.

You saw Padraig pull Cillian away later on that evening and you watched them head into the kitchen on their own. Cillian returned around 10 minutes later rubbing his eyes and visibly a touch shaken. You made your way over.

"You okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost?"

"Listen, there's something you need to know, and you're not gonna like it y/n." He pulled you into the kitchen and checked you were alone.

"Liane might be there tomorrow. At the wedding."

"What?"

"She's Silé's fiance, Damien's, sister. Damien had practically disowned her after what she'd done to me. But she knows I'll be there, and she's been threatening to turn up."

You took a deep breath before pulling his hands onto your waist.

"She clearly isn't interested in you any more though, so why would she?"

"Because she is still interested in me. She hasn't stopped trying to contact me since we divorced, trying to get me to go back to her. Mark dropped her ass and went back to his wife. She wants us back together. I should have told you earlier..."

"Wouldn't have stopped me coming Cillian."

"Really?"

"Really. Remember the scene we filmed when Tommy's ex showed up? Clara spent the scene making sure Tommy had eyes only for her?" He nodded.

"Game on Mr Murphy - you're mine now and I'm not allowing a cheating little scrat like her ruin a damn thing."

"You're amazing. You know that?"

"I know. Love you."

"Love you more."