#erica x cassidy

[julieverne]

I have to be in some sort of Mood™ for this to break my heart (but it always does)

Erica & Cassidy

Being Erica S01E09 (2009-2011)

[realchemistry]

Smallville Picspams ↳ Lois and Tess

[songforeddiemunson]

Panic in Detroit 7

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It’s the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a complicated past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma, violence; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader’s description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

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Chapter Seven: Heroes

(The Final Chapter)

Chapter warnings: canon-typical violence, tw: blood, weapons, injuries. Foul language, angst, whump and anxiety, this one is a doozy. But there is also fluff, triumph and a lot of love.

Important Note: in this AU, it should be noted that Eddie did not get injured by the demobats in the upside down. Everything else happened according to canon, but then El shut Vecna down and the bats dropped before they could attack Eddie.

Word count: 7k

PART SIX

Eddie sat on the motel room bed with his shoulders slumped and his feet flat on the floor. He could dimly hear Detective Danko’s voice, but she sounded far away, his shock-addled brain simply couldn’t focus on the words she was saying. He stared out the open door into the parking lot at all the police cars that had gathered there; some were local Detroit police, others were the black, sinister unmarked vehicles of the FBI. Since Jake’s crimes had crossed state lines the Feds were technically in charge, but were still allowing Danko and some other Detroit PD to work on the case with them.

Eddie foggily wondered why he was so cold, and he curled in on himself instinctively, wrapping his arms around his own slim frame. He barely had the presence of mind to realize the door was wide open and was letting in the cold-late December air; of course he was cold. Even though he said nothing, Detective Danko seemed to notice this, and she moved to slam the door shut. She picked up a discarded towel from the floor and wrapped it around his shoulders.

“Do you have a jacket, Eddie?” she asked him.

There was a beat of silence, and finally his brown eyes lifted to meet hers. “Huh?” he said, weakly.

She sighed, feeling a pang of pity for the poor guy. 

“Eddie,” she said, a little louder, but not unsympathetically. “Stay with me, kid.”

He nodded, and she saw his adam’s apple bob as he swallowed, but his eyes turned back downward to the floor. He had already answered Danko’s questions, and then he answered the same questions asked by some beefy fed whose name he didn’t remember. He answered truthfully yet numbly, his heart broken into a thousand pieces and his shame at letting this happen eat away at what remained of his sanity. 

“Thank you,” he said quietly to the detective, when he realized he was a little less cold. She put a hand on his shoulder.

“Look at me.”

He lifted his eyes back to hers. “This isn’t your fault,” she said firmly.

“How is that?” Eddie asked.

She sighed. “You had no way of knowing that Jake figured out where you were staying. Hell, I can’t fucking figure it out myself. And you told Cassidy to wait and she didn’t listen. That’s not on you either. But the only one who is truly responsible for this is Jake. Don’t lose sight of that.”

Eddie was about to reply when there was a tentative knock on the door, and when Danko opened it, Erica stood on the other side. The Detective opened the door widely to allow her entry; she knew who Erica was.

“I was thinking,” Erica said, her eyes bright and her hands fidgeting. “Not too long before Cassidy was taken, I had gone over to the vending machines that are outside by the office to grab a soda. I saw an old beater pickup truck come into the parking lot, drive all the way around the back of the motel slowly, come out the other side, and back out onto the street. It didn’t stop, but it was driving real slow like it was looking for someone, ya know? It left, but then a little while later, I could hear it again. I was back in my room by then and I didn’t look outside, but it had a distinctive engine sound, like it was on its last legs, and it was pretty loud. I think it came into the lot again. It sounded like it stopped for a little while, and then left again.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, and he perked up for the first time since Danko had gotten there. “That– that could have been him.” He looked at Detective Danko hopefully. “Do you think that could have been him?”

Danko looked torn. “It’s possible, but it’s hard to say.” She took out her notebook and flipped it open. “Can you describe the truck to me in as much detail as you can?”

Erica paused. “Well I can’t tell what color it was; it was a piece of crap. Maybe it was brown once but now it’s all shitty and rusty. I mentioned it was loud, like the muffler had a hole in it. It was a generic looking pickup, not too big, kinda boxy. But one thing I thought was weird…when it drove by me, I thought it smelled sort of sweet.”

Danko was scribbling furiously in her notes but looked up at the last bit. “Sweet? What do you mean sweet?”

Erica shrugged. “It’s kind of hard to describe. But instead of the usual exhaust smell, it had a kind of sweet smell. Fruity, almost.”

Danko opened her mouth to say something, but Eddie interrupted her by jumping up.

“DIESEL!” He shouted.

“What?” Erica and Danko asked in unison.

“Diesel fuel, it smells sort of sweet,” he said, his voice shaking in his excitement, the words tumbling out excitedly. “It contains a chemical that is also found in orange peels.” 

His proverbial wheels were turning, and he started pacing the room, thinking. “Diesel trucks, diesel trucks…” he muttered to himself, rattling off makes and models in his mind.  He stopped suddenly.  “The Dodge DW100!  It was only made in 78 and 79, so one might be old enough to be rusty. It was pretty boxy and generic looking, but it had a diesel engine and was made right here in… fucking Detroit!”  He punched the wall lightly for emphasis on his last two words. “It didn’t sell, so there are probably some sitting around decaying in old factory lots and junkyards.”

Danko and Erica simply stared at him, Danko’s mouth slightly agape.

Eddie shrugged. “I studied to be a mechanic before I decided to be a bartender instead.” 

Danko pulled out her walkie. “I need an APB on a Dodge…” she looked at Eddie.  Eddie walked over to her and spoke directly into the walkie, “a 78 or 79 Dodge DW100 pickup truck, rusty, diesel engine, broken muffler.”

“Okay,” Danko said, waving him off. “Did you get that?”

When the dispatcher confirmed receipt, she clipped the walkie back to her belt. “Okay I’m going to head out. You two sit tight. Alright?”

“Yes, Detective,” Eddie replied as Erica nodded.

As soon as the door was closed, Eddie turned to Erica. “I am NOT sitting tight.”

“Fuck no!” she replied, and the two of them were out the door as soon as Eddie put his coat and shoes on.

The first thing you noticed when you slowly swam up toward the surface of consciousness was that your head hurt, and badly. You sat with your eyes closed, fighting down the wave of nausea that assaulted you, dimly wondering where you were and what had happened.

Then you remembered.

Your eyes flew open at the memory of Jake’s large hand slamming over your nose and mouth, smothering your face with a cloth soaked with some chemical. You stove off the bile that rose to the top of your throat and your vision swam as it cleared; whatever Jake had knocked you out with left you with a nasty hangover. You closed your eyes again, took several deep, cleansing breaths, then slowly opened them.

Better.

You were in a dirty room that looked like it had been an office once upon a time. The only light streamed in through a large grate-covered window on one wall. On the other side of the room was an old metal desk, and a file cabinet with two of its six drawers pulled open. The room was maybe 100 square feet, if you were being generous, and the door that stood open on the other side seemed to lead to a larger room, but you couldn’t see much in the dim lighting. Everything looked like it had sat neglected for years; the dust motes danced lazily in the morning sunshine that streamed through the windows before settling onto the surfaces with its brethren, undeterred by the grime and rust.

Your hands were tied behind your back, pulled tightly around the back of the metal chair you were sitting in. You chanced a tug with your wrists, and the hard plastic of a zip-tie bit into your flesh painfully.  

“Ah fuck,” you muttered to yourself softly with a hiss.  

You decided to try to see if you could get a look at what was outside the door, and attempted to scoot your chair closer to it, but the metal legs screeched loudly against the rough concrete floor. The sound echoed out into the depths of whatever hell you were in like a banshee, and your blood froze in your veins.

“Shit,” you said softly, dejected.

You simply sat and waited for the inevitable footsteps that you knew would arrive. You didn’t know what else to do. Sure enough, after no more than ten seconds had passed, you heard the thudding of heavy boots on the concrete floor. Every step was amplified by its own echo, and each one signaled a deeper certainty that you were going to die.

In the seconds that followed, you were dimly surprised to realize that you weren’t afraid. You felt a cold dread and sinking clarity, but it wasn’t fear. In fact, part of you almost wanted to get it over with. You were tired of running and being scared out of your mind. You couldn’t even bring yourself to mourn the life that you would never be able to live, and all the possibilities that would now be snuffed out forever. You almost didn’t even care.

And then Eddie’s face appeared at the forefront of your mind.

For a moment, you saw him as you normally would through stolen glances at work. His hair pulled back with those little face-framing curls you grew to love, his eyes focused on whatever drink he was pouring as he chatted with a customer.

Then, you saw him walking across the parking lot of Tom’s Tavern, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his coat. He took a couple of running steps and then deliberately slid across a frozen puddle, and then he stumbled a bit awkwardly on the other side. He looked back at you, and he said, you weren’t supposed to see that, before he started laughing.

The flashes came faster, tumbling through your mind. Him gesticulating wildly over something that excited him. The way he tipped his head back when he laughed; really laughed. The way he punched down the icicles hanging over the eaves of the bar before you could walk outside, so “you wouldn’t get stabbed” by falling ice. He looked like Judd Nelson at the end of The Breakfast Club whenever he did it. You loved it.

Your first kiss, on Christmas Eve. It was only one week ago, and yet it felt like eons. Giggling in bed. Touches, sighs. Being held, feeling safe. I fucking love you.

And it was then that you realized that tears were streaming down your face, but not because you were afraid. It was because your heart was so full that you thought you might burst. A choked sob escaped your lips. 

Oh shit, you thought to yourself, with a new surge of energy. I can’t fucking die now.

Eddie steered Erica’s car through the east-side industrial area of Detroit. Erica had lasted less than twenty minutes behind the wheel before she pulled over, letting Eddie switch seats with her just to shut him up. 

“Go left here. HERE NOW ERICA.”

“God dammit Ed, a little notice?!”

“WE DON’T HAVE TIME ERICA!”

Erica was amazed she made it twenty minutes under those conditions. She understood the sense of urgency, she really did. But she had to dig deep to summon a new kind of patience for the state that Eddie was in. A state for which she was, of course, entirely sympathetic. Nevertheless, she now sat in the passenger seat while Eddie steered his way around the city he was familiar with, happier for not being yelled at.

“Okay so walk me through it,” she said, now that things were more calm. “Why are we heading to this part of the city?”

“I don’t know. I keep thinking about that truck. If it was actually old factory surplus, it may have just been sitting around in some lot. Or maybe he boosted it from some old factory worker, I don’t know.” He gripped the wheel tighter. “But I have to try something.”

“I know, Eddie, and I’m with you,” Erica soothed.  “Are there a lot of abandoned plants?”

Eddie nodded. “Most were demolished or were sold to other companies, but a couple are just sitting there and rotting,” he said. “I’ve had a lot of customers come in and drown their sorrows over being laid off at the plants over the years. The whole industry has been on the decline for decades.”

“Lucky for you that you went into bartending instead of the auto industry,” Erica said, with a smirk.

“Ha-ha,” he replied, giving her some side eye, but she wasn’t wrong, even if luck had nothing to do with it.

“Also, a run down old factory would be a good place to hole up, and you know, bring a kidnap victim,” he added bitterly. His mind turned to thoughts of you being trapped in such a place and the things that could be done to you there, and icy cold tendrils danced down his spine like fingers. If he let himself dwell too long in those thoughts, he would probably go crazy, and there was no time for that. He pushed the thoughts aside, taking deep and steadying breaths.

He turned down another road. Erica noticed that as Eddie drove, the traffic was getting lighter and the weeds were getting taller. After driving on a little while longer and making another couple of turns, Eddie pulled up to a tall, rusty chain link gate that was locked up with a thick chain and padlock. DO NOT ENTER and KEEP OUT signs were fastened to the gate. 

“Welcome to the old Packard Plant,” he said, as he stared at the massive, decaying complex that sprawled ahead. 

“Jesus,” Erica breathed. “It’s huge.”

“Bigger than any shopping mall,” Eddie said. Erica thought about Starcourt, and shuddered.

The main factory looked about the size of a city block; one huge complex in the middle, dotted with small buildings all around it. Its largest buildings stood at least eight stories high, and all of them gave the sinister impression that they were watching everything that went on around them with their large, empty eyes.

“Do you really think he took her here?” Erica asked as she looked around, her voice somehow smaller.

“I can’t say for certain,” Eddie said. “But I have a pretty good idea." He raised his hand and pointed off to the right. There, partially obscured by weeds next to an old shed, was a beat-up old Dodge DW100.

Erica turned her head to follow Eddie's finger, and gasped. "That's it, that's the truck I saw! Should we call the cops?”

Eddie killed the ignition. “I’m not taking the time to go find a payphone,” he said, and swung his door open. “Besides, they’ll probably come to the same conclusion any minute and be right behind us.”

Erica snickered. “You’re putting an awful lot of faith in the police.”

“Well. Notice that we're here and they’re not,” he said, climbing out of the car and closing the door quietly behind him. Erica followed suit.

He paused for a moment, staring at the huge building, and took a deep shuddering breath.

“Okay, let’s go,” he said.

By the time Jake’s heavy boosteps had arrived at the door to your little office prison, you were ready to put on the performance of a lifetime. You shoved aside the revulsion you felt when you saw him enter the room.

“Jake….Jake is that you?” you muttered groggily, feigning confusion.  “Jake, oh thank god. Where am I? Why am I tied to this chair?”

Jake walked over and stopped in front of you, hulking and intimidating.  

“You thought you could run away from me.” His voice was menacing, but soft. “You thought you could get away but I found you. Nobody gets away from me.”

You blinked up at him. “What do you mean, Jake? I didn’t run away from you.”

Jake paused, he wasn’t expecting that.

“What– yes you did. I saw you. I saw you at the bus station, you’ve been hiding from me.”

You faked a smile. “No, silly. I would never run from you. I love you. I was running from the police.”

He blinked a few times, then bent down so as to be eye level with you. He gripped your chin in his hand roughly. “What the fuck are you talking about,” he hissed.

“After they arrested you. After that time I made you lose your temper. The police, they interrogated me when I was in the hospital,” you lied. “They told me that you were wanted for murder, and that they were going to put you away forever. They said I was an accomplice…that I had helped you and they were going to arrest me too, if I didn’t confess to everything.”

Jake’s blue eyes were piercing as he studied your face. “They said that?”

You nodded, swallowing thickly. “I told them that it was all lies, of course. I told them that I loved you and that you weren’t a killer. They said that they were going to go get handcuffs and arrest me, so when they left the room I ran away.”  You forced tears to come, to thicken your voice with emotion and roll down your cheeks. “I was so afraid. I was so afraid for you.” You wanted to vomit. 

“But–” Jake said, uncertain. “But you ran from me at the bus station, you ran onto that bus and didn’t come out when I screamed your name.”

“That was you?” you said. “I thought it was the police. I swear, if I had seen you, I would have run to you. I thought you were in jail. I missed you so much. Oh Jake, I was so scared!”  You started weeping.

“I was only in jail a couple of days,” he said. “I thought you knew that.” 

You shook your head emphatically. “No Jake. I didn’t know. Nobody told me. I got out of town as fast as I could. They were coming for me.”

“They didn’t mention anything about you, when they were questioning me.” His voice was laced with suspicion.

“I don’t know. Must have been their strategy. They talked to me a lot about you. But obviously they let you go because you were innocent. Oh Jake, my wrists are hurting. Can’t you cut these ties? I’ll never run from you Jake. I’ve missed you so much.”

You had read something somewhere, maybe People magazine, about people escaping their kidnappers by feeding their ego and pretending they were on their side. To your absolute shock and even a little amusement, it actually seemed to be working. Jake might be a psychopath, but a lot of them were also narcissists.

“You promise you won’t do anything? It wouldn’t be good for you, if you tried something,” Jake said.

“I promise. I promise Jake. I love you.”

He pulled a swiss army knife from his pocket and extended the blade accessory before reaching behind you to cut the zip tie.

I can’t believe this is working, you thought to yourself. He’s really a fucking idiot. What did I ever see in this gu–

Your thoughts were promptly silenced by your arms dropping down to your sides, circulation flooding your arms with a tingly rush of warmth and relief. You fought the urge to rub your wrists, and instead threw your arms around Jake’s shoulders in an embrace, choking down bile as you did so.

“Thank god you found me,” you sobbed. “I missed you baby.”

“I missed you too,” he said. “I was so mad when I thought you ran from me.”

“I would never run from you,” you said, releasing your hold on him. “We were going to get married, remember? Can we still get married? Maybe we could go to Vegas,” you pretended to be excited by the prospect.

Jake smiled for the first time. “Yeah, maybe. I need to lay low for a while though. A lot of people are looking for me.”

You nodded solemnly. “I understand, I’ll wait with you. Baby, I’m freezing,” You said, rubbing your arms for emphasis. It was actually true, as you were only in jeans and a tee-shirt, and it was probably 55 degrees in there at best.  “I’m too woozy to get up. Can you get me a blanket or something?”

“Okay,” he replied tentatively. “Wait here and I’ll get it for you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, forcing your most angelic smile. 

He turned and left the room. After his footsteps sounded like a safe distance away (this place is huge, you thought to yourself), you slowly stood up from the chair, careful not to move it and make the legs scrape upon the concrete floor again. You crept over to the desk and started gently opening drawers, looking for something that you might be able to use as a weapon. Nothing in there. You checked the filing cabinet; also empty, apart from some old papers. 

Then you saw it. You didn’t notice it before because it had been behind you when you were tied to the chair, but on the other side of the room against the wall was a tall metal cabinet that looked at least six feet tall and was about the size of a small closet. You hurried over to it and gritted your teeth as you gently pulled the door open, and it yielded easily with only a small squeak; nothing loud enough to raise alarm. Your heart leaped happily in your throat.

Leaning in the corner of the cabinet among other miscellanea, was an iron crowbar.

Eddie and Erica crept along the side of the main building, looking for a spot to sneak inside. Eddie knew it was only a matter of time before an entrance would make itself known; the plant had been closed since the 70s and had seen its share of squatters over the years.

After a while, they spotted a broken window with its metal grating wrenched open, and it was definitely large enough for an adult to squeeze into. I wonder if this was the opening Jake used, Eddie thought to himself, his heart pounding.

Eddie silently gestured to Erica that this is where they should go in, but she stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

“Wait,” she whispered. “Weapons. We need something for self defense.”

“Shit, yeah,” Eddie whispered back. He had been so desperate to find you, that the idea of arming himself almost completely slipped his mind. “Look around the building, check the weeds and shit. There’s gotta be stuff we can use nearby.”

After a little while, Eddie came up with a two-foot length of iron rebar, Erica still had nothing.

“It’s okay,” Erica said. “You whack him with that hunk of metal, I’ll jump on him or something.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Eddie said, struggling to keep his voice quiet. “I am not letting a 17 year old chick jump on a fucking serial killer!” He punctuated the word ‘jump’ with air quotes for emphasis.

“Do you have a better idea?” she whisper-spat, hands on her hips.

“Yeah, actually, I do.” Eddie said, and pointed a finger in her face. “Go wait in the car.”

“Out of the question,” she said firmly, batting his finger away.

Eddie sighed and looked heavenward. He was an agnostic, but he wished god would kill him right then anyway. “For fuck’s sake,” he said. “Fine, you stubborn asshole. But if you die, I’m telling your mom it was all your fault.”

“You’ll die first, Munson. Oh wait! Look…” Erica stooped and picked up a broken length of two-by-four. There were a couple of rusty nails sticking out of it.

“What, are you gonna kill him with tetanus?” Eddie whisper-yelled.

Erica shrugged. “You see anything else?”

“Fine, let’s just go,” he said.

The bottom of the window was just at ground level, with about a four foot drop into the building.  Eddie went first, stooping low to slide down into the building, and then turned around to give Erica a hand. He would never admit it out loud, but he was glad he wasn’t alone, even though he feared for her safety. 

Once the two of them were safely inside, Eddie looked around, allowing his eyes to acclimate to the darkness.  The room they entered was massive; it had probably been an assembly-line room back in the day, but all the equipment was long gone. All that remained were pillars every fifty feet or so, shadows, and grime.

“Where do we go now?” Erica whispered. 

Eddie paused. Any sound that occurred in this vicinity would carry quite far with no obstructions, so he held up a finger, and listened.

Erica’s hand suddenly grabbed Eddie’s sleeve, startling him. He swallowed an exclamation of alarm; choosing to glare at her instead.

“Do you hear that?” she whispered near his ear.

“What? I don’t hear anything.”

“I swear I thought I heard footsteps.”

Eddie listened for a moment, but he heard nothing.

“No I don’t–”

“Shhhh!” 

And then he heard them. They weren’t close; there was no way of knowing where they were coming from exactly, with the way the echoes tricked one’s ear. But he heard them nonetheless. 

He held his breath and listened to the unmistakable sound of heavy footsteps echoing in the building.

As you reached for the crowbar, you heard Jake coming back.

Mother of fuck, you thought to yourself, that was too quick.

You grabbed the crowbar and hid next to the door so it would obscure your body when he opened it.  The last time you heard him walking to your room it sounded like he had to walk over fifty yards, so you had a moment to steel yourself. You took several steadying breaths, and waited. 

His footsteps stopped outside of the door.  The knob turned, and the door opened. Jake was obscured from your view by the now partially-opened door, so you couldn’t see him, but you heard him say, “what the–” as he noticed you were no longer in your chair.

You stepped out from behind the door, and swung the crowbar at his head.

It turns out, knocking someone out usually doesn’t go the way it does in the movies. First off, it’s hard to aim and swing something heavy, especially when you had been gassed unconscious not long before. Second, people don’t get knocked out with just any bonk to the head.

It was an admirable effort, and you managed to land a glancing blow off the side of his head. It did not, however, have the desired effect of rendering Jake unconscious; it only made him angry.

“What the fuck?” he bellowed. “You bitch!”

He staggered, and you saw blood run from his lacerated flesh, but he, unfortunately, remained very much awake. However, his stumble did give you the needed seconds to run, and run you did. But as you passed him to run out the door, he swiped at you and knocked the crowbar out of your hand.

Unable to go back for it, you ran into the darkness unarmed, an angry and bellowing Jake not far behind.

Eddie and Erica had only been inside the building for about a minute when he heard Jake’s enraged shout echo across the building, followed by a loud metal clatter.  They froze, but Eddie’s heart thudded loudly in his ears, his adrenaline flooding his system, and he wanted nothing more than to take off at a blind run to find you, but that might only get you all killed.

“Was that him?” Erica asked in a breathy whisper.

“I think so,” he replied. 

They listened for a moment, and then they heard the sounds of running feet; light and small followed by heavy and big, and more angry yelling. 

“Oh my god,” Eddie said, less quietly this time, and he broke into a run at last. 

“Christ,” Erica muttered under her breath, and she took off after him. 

Eddie’s long legs enabled him to outpace Erica easily, and he quickly lengthened the distance between them as he ran across the massive, empty factory.  He reached a corner, and paused to listen. The footsteps seemed to be getting closer, so he chanced a peek around the corner.

He saw you materialize from the darkness, running as quickly as your legs could carry you.

She’s alright, he thought, elatedly. Oh thank fuck, she’s alright.

His elation was cut short however, when he spotted Jake running after you, and he had a pistol in his hand.

Your brain could barely register what was happening as a hand clamped down on your left arm and pulled you around the corner you had just approached. All you knew is that you were running as fast as you could and then you were being pulled roughly in a different direction. You yelped in alarm, and when you spotted Eddie, your brain almost turned to total mush.

What! How did he—

“How did you–” you started to ask, but you were being pulled away before you could finish your sentence. 

“Run!” Eddie yelled as he pulled you along. “He has a fucking gun!”

“What!” you squawked, trying your best to keep up with him as you ran toward the other side of the building and the window that Eddie and Erica had entered moments before. An insane mess of emotions warred for dominance; joy and relief after seeing Eddie, adrenaline and fear over your escape, and now an intense new terror over the fact that Jake had some sort of firearm and that Eddie was now in very serious danger.  

“Erica!” Eddie shouted after noticing the teen was no longer with him, and he looked behind his shoulder as he ran. He spotted her crouched at the corner where Eddie had found you, waiting for Jake to appear. She had her wooden plank poised in the air and ready to strike. Eddie slowed his run as he watched, eyes wide, and muttered, “Oh shi–” just in time to see her smash Jake in the face with her board of wood as he rounded the corner. Down Jake went, and she smacked the board against the back of his head for good measure, where it promptly splintered into several pieces.  Erica turned and ran like hell, leaving Jake face down on the ground.

You arrived at the broken window moments later. “Insane,” Eddie said with a breathy chuckle, panting from running and adrenaline. “Did you just fucking kill him? Insane, Erica.”

“Let’s not wait around to find out,” she said.

“I can’t believe you guys are here,” you said, trying not to burst into tears. “How in the hell did you find me?”

Eddie linked his hands to boost you up into the window. “Just a few lucky guesses,” he said.

“Lucky? More like educated guesses. He should really go to detective school,” Erica laughed.

“Me? A cop? That’ll be the day,” he laughed, as he boosted you up. You scrambled up and out into the weeds, careful not to cut your palms on the broken glass that littered the area. Erica followed close behind, and you gave her a hand out of the window.

“Come onnnn Eddie,” you said, your anxiety at a new high. You didn’t know if Jake was dead, or just unconscious, but you really didn’t want to take any chances.

“I’m coming, I’m here,” he said, as he crawled up and out, and you helped him to his feet. He pulled you in for a tight hug. “Oh god, thank god you’re okay,” he said shakily. “I was so fucking scared.” He pulled away to look into your eyes. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

“I’m alright, Eddie,” you said. “I tried to trick him into thinking I was always on his side,” you said, and the three of you started speed-walking toward the gate, where Erica's car sat on the other side. “The fucker’s so stupid and narcissistic he actually believed it.”

“Jesus,” Erica said. “Good thinking.”

“I can’t believe that worked, but I’m really glad it did,” Eddie said, shaking his head.  He held open the busted corner of the chain link gate that he and Erica had entered through earlier. “After you,” he said to you both.

"Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” A voice shouted, a voice that you knew only too well, and it made your heart sink. You were halfway through the gate and you whipped your head around to see Jake staggering drunkenly toward you, his face and shoulders splattered with blood. The hand holding the gun hung at his side, but it was still clutched in his fingers.

“Oh my fucking god,” you cried.

Eddie turned and his eyes met yours. “Go,” he said. “Keep going. Run, and don’t look back.”

“Eddie,” you cried. “No, we have to go, come on!”

Eddie turned, and put his hands up. “Jake, man, put the gun down. It’s over.”

Jake said nothing, just spat bloody saliva on the ground as he came closer.”

Eddie took a couple of steps closer. “The cops are on the way,” he lied. “You don’t need to make this worse. Let’s call it a day.”

“Eddie, get away from him,” Erica hissed. 

“Who the fuck are you?” Jake asked, his speech slightly slurred, his attention momentarily shifted to Erica.

Eddie pounced.

You screamed, fighting with the fence to get back through, but without another person holding up the corner it was a tight squeeze.  Erica ran over to you to help as Eddie smashed Jake in the knee with his length of rebar, and then slammed into Jake like a battering ram. Jake howled in pain. He was bigger than Eddie, but he was hurt, which helped level the playing field.  Jake went down, sprawling backward in the weeds, but he quickly put up a foot and kicked Eddie off of him, who rolled off to the side. As Eddie scrambled to his feet, you started to run over to where the two men grappled for dominance, but the sound of a gunshot froze you in your tracks.

You looked down and didn’t see any blood on your body, and you didn’t feel any pain. Eddie’s wide eyes found yours as you looked at him. “Are you okay?” He asked, panicked.

“I’m not hit, I’m okay,” you said. Eddie nodded in response, taking in a deep, hitching sigh of relief.

“You motherfucker,” you growled, and ran straight over to where Jake lay in the weeds. He was struggling to sit up, but Eddie had likely shattered his left knee, and he floundered. He barely had time to react before you kicked him in the face as hard as you could.

His nose had definitely broken, and blood sprayed into the air, propelled by his violent exhalation of breath.

“You fucker,” you sobbed, and kicked Jake in the face again, and then a third time. “You tried to take everything from me,” you shrieked, and you kicked him again, this time in the balls, but he didn’t react; he was out cold. You reached down to where the gun had fallen out of his outstretched hand, and picked it up. “You deserve to die,” you hissed, and you pointed the gun at his face.

“No, Cassidy…don’t,” Eddie said, stopping you from pulling the trigger.

Jake was gurgling, and bubbles of blood and snot pulsed from his nostrils as tendrils of blood trickled from his lips and from various points on his scalp. Erica gently pried the gun from your fingers and pointed it at Jake.

“Try something, motherfucker,” she said.

You turned to Eddie, and he gave you a beaming smile from where he stood, swaying slightly, looking exhausted but otherwise unharmed. 

Then, as if in slow motion, you saw Eddie stagger backward, and it was only then that you noticed the spot of blood blooming on the front of his jacket. Suddenly everything else was far away; your hearing faded out, your vision tunneled. Nothing else mattered. He took one step  forward, and then slumped down into the patchy grass.

“NOOO!” You shrieked, closing the distance between the two of you in a second, falling to your knees by his side.

“Eddie,” you sobbed, patting him all over, looking for the entry wound. You pulled up his shirt and found it in his upper-left abdomen, just below his ribcage. His lifeblood flowed out of it, bright and red, staining everything it touched. You grabbed the bandana from Eddie’s back pocket and pressed it to the wound with shaking hands. 

“You’ll be fine, I juh-just have to s-stop the b-bleeding,” you stammered, sobbing.

“Eddie!” Erica shouted, the gun in her hand still pointed at Jake, who was not moving. “You better not die on me, you asshole!”

You could hear sirens approaching, the cavalry was about to arrive.

You picked up one of Eddie’s hands and twined his fingers with yours. You brought his knuckles to your mouth and brushed your lips against them, kissing them softly. You couldn’t stem your tears. “Stay with me, stay, please Eddie,” you cried.  “You came for me, you found me, I can’t lose you now, please, please.”

“I’ll always find you,” he said, smiling softly. His eyes were growing heavy, and they fluttered closed. 

“Eddie, NO!” you sobbed, but he’d gone quiet. “Eddie?” You shook him gently.

You couldn’t wake him.

EPILOGUE – TWO YEARS LATER

December 31, 1993

You stood with your toes burrowed into the warm white beach sand, letting the ocean breeze wash over you, lifting the strands of your hair and making your linen sundress flutter. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, smelling the salt and surf, hearing the waves. You gave yourself a moment to soak it in, letting all your senses be fully present.

You looked down at the old bandana clutched in your fist, slowly unfurling your fingers, letting the bloodstained cotton fabric bloom open as you relaxed your grip. You brushed away the tear that rolled down your cheek. 

Even though it hurt, you liked to remember the events of that terrifying week in Detroit two years ago, which culminated on that catastrophic New Years Eve. You liked to remember all that was found, all that was lost, and it helped you realize all that you had built and reclaimed. You ruminated on all that you had conquered, and all that you had overcome.

But it still hurt, it probably always would.

The arms that snaked around your torso startled you, making you jump and yelp softly.

“You scared me,” you said with a smile, leaning back against his chest.

“I know you enjoy your annual ritual,” Eddie said softly in your ear. “But don’t you think it’s just a little…morbid?”

You turned around fully to face him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He was dressed in a dark blue t-shirt, slim jeans and simple black converse without socks. His beautiful skin was lightly tanned, his long curls tied up in a messy bun. Gone were the flannel shirts and knit wool caps of Detroit; Key West was where you called home now.

“I know you think it’s a silly little ritual,” you said, kissing him lightly on the lips. “But I like to think about everything we accomplished as the world burned down around us.”

“Yeah,” he said, smirking. “I suppose it was pretty badass. But you’re not the one who was shot.” 

You slipped your fingers up under his t-shirt, feeling the little scar. “If I could go back and take that bullet for you, I would,” you said softly.

“Whoa, hey now,” he said, grabbing your fingers and pulling them to his lips to kiss. “Let’s not go overboard. I’d rather die than see you take a bullet. Besides, I want the credit.” He smiled behind your fingers, his eyes glinting mischievously.

You looked down at the bandana in your hand, the blood long faded to a rusty brown. Eddie’s hand closed over yours, obscuring it from view.

“I think it’s time to let go of the past,” he said. “Jake’s going to be eating from a tube for the rest of his life, strapped to a bed. You and me, we’re great. Let’s look forward, okay?”

“Does that mean you’re ready to let go of what happened in Hawkins?” you replied.

Eddie thought for a moment, looking out at the sea. “I already have. I’ll never forget it, but I won’t be living in the past anymore.” He looked back down at you, and smiled. “I have you now.”

You nodded and opened your hand, letting the wind take the bandana, and you watched it float down toward the waves, flapping and twirling on the ocean breeze until it was out of sight.

“Litterbug,” Eddie said with a chuckle.

“You really know how to spoil a moment, Munson,” you said, but you couldn't help but laugh. You did actually feel a slight lifting of the spirit. Everything really was going to be okay.

You stood on your tiptoes and captured his lips in a kiss, one that started to turn heated pretty quickly.

“Hey!” a familiar voice bellowed from a short distance away. “Are you two idiots done making out? It’s New Year’s Eve! We’ve got customers!”

“Coming Tom,” you and Eddie said together, and started laughing.

You turned and started walking up the beach hand-in-hand toward Tom’s Beachside Cantina. It was going to be a busy night, after all.

THE END.

Author’s note: Thank you so much for reading this work. I hope you enjoyed reading it nearly half as much as I enjoyed creating it. This has been a true labor of love, and the first multichapter fic I have written in ten years! If I was going to come back to it for anyone, I'm glad it was for my beloved Eddie.

** As always, if you liked this, comments and reblogs are a treasure. Thank you so much!**

[randomontheinternet]

Our Life Voiced Names A-Z

I heard some people wanted a list of the voiced names so far, so I took the time to copy down all of the names from A to Z. The names are under the cut to not clutter.

A

Aaron

Aayria

Abby

Ace

Adrienne

Aeon

Aeriie

Aesilng

Aga

Aine

Aisha

Aisling

AJ

Aki

Akira

Akua

Alaina

Alex

Alexis

Alfonzo

Ali

Alice

Alijah

Alison

Alvis

Alyssa

Amanda

Amber

Amelia

Amy

Anaïs

Andra

Andre

Andrew

Andri

Angel

Angela

Angie

Anima

Anita

Anna

Anna-Maria

Anne

Annie

Annika

Anthony

Antoine

Aoife

Arabella

Aram

Ari

Arielle

Arrow

Arthur

Arturo

Arty

Ash

Asher

Ashla

Ashleigh

Ashlyn

Aspen

Asteria

Astrid

Athena

Atticus

Audrey

Aura

Aurora

Austin

Autumn

Ayanna

B

Barbie

Basil

Beach

Beata

Bec

Becky

Bee

Belen

Ben

Bethany

Bia

Blue

Bobbi

Bonnie

Boyd

Braden

Brian

Briana

Brielle

Brittany

Brooke

Brooklyn

Bryony

Bunni

C

Cadence

Cai

Cam

Cami

Cara

Carmine

Casey

Cassidy

Cato

Cecilia

Cecily

Celestia

Cerise

Chance

Chantal

Chara

Charlie

Charmaine

Chelle

Chris

Christie

Christina

Chuck

Ciara

Ciaran

Cillian

Claire

Cléo

Coco

Col

Conny

Cookie

Cora

Cori

Corrina

Cristal

Cristina

Crystal

Cygnus

Cyina

D

Dan

Dani

Dante

Daphne

Dara

Dayton

December

Denny

Deremy

Desiree

Desmond

Destiny

Devyn

Dexter

Diamond

Diana

Diane

Dorothy

Duane

E

Eddie

Eden

Elaine

Elda

Eleanor

Elegance

Elena

Elenus

Elissa

Eliza

Elle

Ellie

Eluned

Elysa

Ember

Emilith

Emily

Emma

Emmy

Enjel

Ennae

Eric

Erica

Erii

Erin

Ester

Eve

Evren

Ezekiel

Ezra

F

Felicia

Felicity

Felix

Fianna

Finist

Finn

Flynn

Francesco

Franklin

G

Gabrielle

Gaby

Gail

Garnet

Gavin

Gemma

Genevieve

Gerry

Gigi

Gin

Giulia

Glen

Grace

Gray

Gwen

H

Haley

Halima

Hana

Hannah

Hanni

Haru

Hazel

Heather

Helena

Héloïse

Hime

Hiyori

Hollis

Holly

Hon

Hunter

I

Ian

Iga

Illidan

Imani

Irene

Iris

Isabel

Ishan

Isla

Isolde

Issa-Kabeer

Ivy

J

J.R.

Jacob

Jade

Jaden

Jaiet

Jake

Jan

Janice

Jas

Jasmine

Jasper

Jatin

Javi

Jax

Jay

Jaycie

Jazz

Jeannie

Jeff

Jemma

Jen

Jennifer

Jenny

Jess

Jesse

Jessica

Jessinia

Jill

Jinx

Joanie

Joanna

Joelle

Johanna

Jordan

Jordanna

Joseph

Josh

Josie

Joy

Juleyma

Juli

Julia

Julianne

Julien

June

Jupiter

Justina

K

Kaden

Kai

Kala

Kaleton

Kalina

Karat

Karen

Kat

Kate

Katelyn

Katrina

Kay

Kel

Kellie

Ken

Kendi

Kenton

Kevin

Kia

Kiara

Kiba

Kie

Kien

Kim

Kimberly

Kimory

Kira

Kirsty

Kisa

Kit

Knox

Kodie

Kozmo

Kra

Kristen

Kyan

L

Laëtitia

Lanz

Laura

Lauren

Lavender

Leaf

Leann

Leina

Leo

Leon

Leslie

Letty

Levi

Lex

Lexi

Lia

Libbi

Lidia

Lilith

Lillian

Lily

Lindsay

Lindt

Linley

Lisette

Liss

Livia

Lotus

Lucy

Luke

Luna

Lyla

Lyric

Lvsander

Lysella

M

Maddy

Madeline

Mae

Maggy

Mahari

Mai

Maia

Mali

Mallory

Malyia

Mandy

Marcel

Marcella

Marcia

Marco

Margaret

Mari

Maria

Marianne

Mariposa

Maris

Marissa

Marlene

Martina

Mary

Mary-Elizabeth

Mason

Matina

Matthew

Maus

Max

Maya

McKenzie

Megan

Mel

Melanie

Melissa

Melly

Melody

Merlin

Mia

Mich

Michael

Michelle

Michiko

Mickie

Mikaela

Mikey

Mimi

Mina

Minette

Mini

Mira

Miranda

Mishal

Missy

Mizuki

Molly

Monica

Mordaine

Morgan

Morgana

Moriah

Morina

Muriel

Mykaela

N

Nakira

Nancie

Natalie

Natasha

Nathaniel

Neelam

Nessa

Nessi

Niamh

Nicole

Nier

Night

Nikki

Nina

Noah

Noe

Noel

Nui

O

Oda

Oliver

Olivia

Ollie

Omar

Onyx

Opal

Ori

Osmond

Oumou

P

Paige

Parvati

Patience

Patrice

Patricia

Patrick

Peter

Philippe

Phoebe

Phoenix

Polly

Priya

Q

Querriana

Quinn

Quinniece

R

Rachel

Rain

Rainie

Ran

Randi

Raphaël

Raven

Rayne-Beau

Rayraye

Rebecca

Reed

Rei

Reina

Rémi

Ren

Revan

Rhiannon

Rhi-Rhi

Rhyne

Rika

Riley

Rini

Riona

Risa

Riven

Riza

Robyn

Rory

Rosa

Rose

Rosetta

Rosie

Rowan

Runa-Lucienne

Ruth

Ryan

Rye

S

Sabrina

Sage

Salem

Sam

Samantha

Sammi

Sandy

Sara

Saro

Sasha

Savannah

Season

Selena

Selkie

Serena

Shaelei

Shakyra

Shay

Shayla

Sheena

Shelbie

Sid

Sienna

Silvia

Simmy

Simon

Sinead

Skye

Skyla

Skylar

Soffia

Soleil

Sonja

Sora

Soraya

Stacey

Star

Stefan

Stevie

Stella

Steph

Stephanie

Stephen

Story

Susan

Suzy

Sydney

T

Tama

Tammy

Tanisha

Tanya

Taylor

Ted

Teddy

Terra

Terrence

Terry

Thomas

Thorgunna

Tiago

Tida

Tobias

Toki

Tokiko

Tom

Tommy

Tomoko

Trey

Tricia

Tristan

Twila

Tye

U

Uma

Undyne

V

V

Vaeril

Van

Vandy

Vaughn

Vaylin

Velise

Venla

Vera

Verly

Verv

Vesper

Vi

Vicky

Victor

Vina

Vincent

Violette

Vivi

Vivienne

W

Wendy

Westley

Whispthera

Winnie

Wonder

X

Xander

Xavier

Xiri

Y

Yasmin

Ylthin

Yon

Yoonie

Yuki

Yukino

Yuli

Yvette

Yvonne

Z

Zachary

Zack

Zae

Zariyah

Zayla

Zen

Ziya

Zo

Zoey

[whelp-that-just-happened]

Fuck yeah

you've heard of: brunettes with their blonde girlfriends

now get ready for: brunettes with their auburn-haired girlfriends

Bonus ‘cause it’s close enough for me

[sunshinesunsethappiness]

Crossover filming

Mostly for speculation purposes, I’ll try to keep up if I can....(obviously more people were filming)

Sept 24: (batwoman)

- Elizabeth Tulloch (x) (Batwoman)

Sept 25: (batwoman)

-Erica Durance (x)

-Tom Welling (Erica posted the picture today, but I think it was from yesterday’s filming, though possibly it could be the 26th) (x)

Possibly:

Candice Patton (x)

Sept 26: (batwoman)

Kat Mcnamara (x) (x)

Grant Gustin (x) (x)

Johnathon Schaech (x) (x) 

Caity Lotz (x)

Matt Ryan (x)

Possibly:

Katie Cassidy (x)

Sept 27: (batwoman)

Brandon Routh (x) (probably)

Candice Patton (probably, possibly older pic) (x)

Possibly:

Osric Chau (x)

Sept 30

Elizabeth Tulloch (x) (x) (Supergirl)

Jesse Rath (x) (Supergirl)

Stephen Amell (x)

Melissa Benoist (Arrow)

John Cryer (Arrow)

Oct 1

David Ramsey (Arrow?- DR instavid)

Grant Gustin (Arrow? - DR instavid)

Caitly Lotz (Arrow? DR instavid)

Elizabeth Tulloch (Batwoman)

Melissa Benoist (Batwoman)

Tyler Hoechlin (Batwoman)

Oct 2

Stephen Amell (3 shows - insta post)

David Ramsey (Flash) (insta vid 2 oct)

Katie Mcgrath

Nicole Maines

Azie Tesfai

Chyler Leigh

Audrey Marie Anderson (x)

(Flash) (x)

Oct 3

Elizabeth Tulloch (Supergirl)

Candice Patton (x)

Brandon Routh (Instavid)

Victoria Park (probably)

Danielle Nicolet (probably)

Ruby Rose (instavid Elizabeth Tulloch)

Oct 4

Elizabeth Tulloch (x)

Grant Gustin (LOT) (x)

Caity Lotz (LOT) (x)

Dominic Purcell (LOT, set report)

Ruby Rose (Batwoman?, instavid) (x)

Oct 7

Candice Patton (x)

Oct 8

Elizabeth Tulloch (x)(Supergirl)

Melissa Benoist (x) (Supergirl)

Oct 11

Elizabeth Tulloch (x, Flash and Batwoman)

?

Elizabeth Tulloch (x)

Tyler Hoechlin (x)

Tom Welling (x)

Oct 21

Elizabeth Tulloch (x)

[cmcreid-warriorprincess]

first crushes ♥

Caroline McReid - Ryan Mitchell & Benjy Montgomery ( @ryyyan-mitchell , @bxneficentbxnjy ) Blake Hayes - Scarlett Hayle ( @stormscarlett ) Analese Hayes - Some boy... Then later in her Emo Years*TM* when she first met her, it was Kristin Montgomery ( @kristin-stillloved-montgomery ) Mary Williams - Jason Bennett & Quinn Valentine ( @jaaason-bennett , @missquinnvalentine ) Danny McReid - Sandy Mitchell Karen McReid - Daniel Moore ( @cupodan ) Tessa Thomson - A REAL CUTE GIRL Carmen Caffrey - CRUSHES ARE FOR THE WEAK Erica Evans - Simon Porter ( @sensational-simon ) Harper Belhaven - Dean Argent ( @deranged-dean ) Christian Cooper - Quinn Valentine Katie Sparks - Some booooooy... But in Havens it was Ryan Mitchell Hailie Tyler - Ryan Mitchell & Sheriff Bennett Jake Howell - Lorelai Meadows ( @lorelai-meadows ) Amber Mason-Bennett - Maggie Lewis ( @maggiewhocriedwolf ) Frederick Bellefonte - Lily Whitby ( @lily-whitby ) Jessica Harvelle - Logan Durante ( @lucious-logan ) Piper Renderos - ??? Clarissa Grayson - Gale Abernathy David Perry - Thea Fariel ( @ladythea-agentfariel ) Chris Andrews - Cece Emerson Jordan Rickman - Some Scottish lad or lass Amara Zhang - CRUSHES ARE STUPID WHATEVER OK Ian Morrison - Eleanor Prescott and Faith Hunter ( @eleanor-prescott ) ( @faith-hunter-ltd ) Charlene Fairchild - Ryan Mitchell Jenny Moore - Isaac Rhodes And Claire Knighton ( @irhodes-scholar ) Roxanne Kane - Dianna Cassidy ( x ) Peyton Murphy - Jazz McKinley ( @jazzy--jazz ) Faye Montgomery - Dexter Harrison ( @dexter-harrison ) AND IF I THINK ABOUT IT MAYBE ROBBIE WILSON ( @robbie-wilson-ltd ) Elizabeth Anderson - the iconic Ricky Beaumont ( @ricky-bmont ) Tyler Manning - Claire Knighton ( @knightinsparklypumps ) Gregory Porter - Juliette Palmer ( @juliette-palmer ) Joey Salvatore - Molly Vaughn ( @miss-molly-v ) Isaiah Jennings - Wendy Star ( @shiningstar-wendy ) Stella Bell - Sebastian Matthews ( @candycoatedmatthews ) Andrea Parker - George Weston ( @gxrgeousgeorge ) Paul MacDonald - a treacherous Scottish woman Brooke Bell ( @saintbell )

[the-record-obituaries]

Jan. 15, 2020: Obituaries

     Ellen Lankford at 16

Ellen Kay Lankford, age 57

Miss Ellen Kay Lankford, age 57 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Monday, January 13, 2020 at her home.

A Celebration of Life Service will be held 2:00 PM, Saturday, January 18, 2020, at Arbor Grove United Methodist Church on Arbor Grove Church Road in Purlear, with Rev. Dr. Susan Pillsbury Taylor officiating. Speakers will be Mr. Ken Welborn, Mr. Larry Griffin and Mrs. Janet Lael Wood. The family will receive friends immediately following the service in the fellowship hall of the church.

Miss Lankford was born August 1, 1962, in Wilkes County to Samuel Hayden and Willa Mae McNeil Lankford. She was a laboratory scientist with Guilford County Health Department and was a member of Arbor Grove United Methodist Church.

Ellen always excelled in school. She attended Millers Creek Elementary and West Wilkes High schools. During her senior year, she transferred to Wilkes Central High  School to take advanced classes, which allowed her to enter college as a sophomore. She went to Appalachian State University in Boone where she earned her bachelors degree in biology. She continued her education at Wake Forest Baptist Medical School and Appalachian State University, going on to earn her masters degree in biology.

During high school she worked for Winn-Dixie grocery store in North Wilkesboro and later for Blue Ridge Opportunity Commission under the late Betty Baker. After completing her college education, she worked at Davie County Memorial Hospital in Mocksville. Later, she went to work for the Guilford County Health Department as a laboratory scientist. She also worked part-time at Moses Cone Hospital in Greensboro in the same capacity.

She lived in Greensboro during most of her working career. She retired from the Guilford County Health Department. Ellen moved back home to Wilkes in August 2015.

Ellen had no children, but rather looked at her brothers, Mike and Jerry’s, children as her own. Later, when Jerry’s grandchildren arrived, she acted as a grandmother to those children as well. In return, they all loved her dearly.

Although she had many hobbies and interests – mostly dealing with more intellectual endeavors – her main passion and love was for her family, whom she treated wonderfully.

Ellen was also an accomplished pianist and vocalist. She could also play the dulcimer.

She was preceded in death by her parents and two brothers; Gary Steven Lankford and Michael Grayden Lankford.

Ellen is survived by a brother; Jerry Alfred Lankford of Millers Creek, five nieces; Eva May Lankford and fiancé Robert Carlton of Millers Creek, Heather Renee Greene and husband Joven of Wilkesboro, Jennifer Osborne and husband Edwin of Millers Creek, Anna Lankford and husband Josh Church of Millers Creek and Gabriella Lankford of Hamptonville and two great nephews; Sammie Osborne and Charlie Church. Ellen is also survived by her two dearest friends: Janet Lael Wood of Wilkesboro, and Lisa Church of Millers Creek.

There are also four special people Ellen claimed as family. They are Destiny, Cassidy and Samantha Toliver - whom she considered nieces - and their father, Ken Toliver, all of Wilkes. They are the children and husband of Ellen’s dear friend, the late Carmel Toliver.

Special music will be provided by Gabriella Lankford, Destiny Toliver, Larry Griffin and Rev. Dr. Susan Pillsbury Taylor.

Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Window World Cares St. Judes Children’s Research Hospital 118 Shaver Street North Wilkesboro NC 28659.

Online condolences may be made at www.reinssturdivant.com

Deborah Parsons, 67

Mrs. Deborah Annette Walker Parsons, age 67 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Sunday, January 12, 2020, at Wake Forest Baptist-Wilkes Medical Center.

     Funeral services will be held at 2:00 Thursday, January 16, 2020, at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home Chapel with Rev. Casey Walker and Rev. Tyra Eugene Martin officiating. The family will receive friends from 6:00 until 8:00 Wednesday, January 15, 2020, at Reins Sturdivant Funeral Home. Burial will be in Scenic Memorial Gardens.

     Mrs. Parsons was born March 6, 1952, in Surry County to Bradshaw James Walker Sr. and Rebel Augusta Mitchell Walker. She was a member of St. John Missionary Baptist Church in Taylorsville. She was employed by Tyson Foods for over 25 years. She was also employed as a CNA for several years to follow.  

     In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband; Robert Parsons, a grandchild; Joshua Preston Fraser and a sister Margo Adams.

     She is survived by a daughter; Deva Waugh Fraser and her husband Shiles of Winston Salem, a sister; Jettie Walker of Roaring River and a brother; Bradshaw James Walker Jr. of Alton, VA. She is survived by nieces and nephews; Tianna Adams, Brian Adams, Meanna Adams, Bradley Walker, Greta Ferguson, and Erica Harper.

     She was loved by many and always greeted people with a smile and an infectious laugh. She was passionate about her gardening and had a remarkable green thumb. She never met a stranger and showed concern for all.

     Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wilkes Senior Resources PO Box 2695 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659.

 Leatrice  Clonch, 44

Leatrice Ann Clonch, of Millers Creek, passed away on Saturday January 11, 2020.

     Leatrice was born on Sunday April 13, 1975 in Wayne County to Roger Lane Laws and Barbara Cecilia Clonch.

     Leatrice is preceded in death by her father; brother Daniel "Shane" Clonch and step father Roy Bare.

     Leatrice is survived by her mother, Barbara C. Clonch of Millers Creek, brother, Cecil Gordon Bare and wife, Amanda of Purlear and many nieces and nephews.

     The Family will conduct a celebration of life Thursday, January 16, 2020 at Church of God of the Union Assemble in Wilkesboro form 6-8 p.m.

     Rev. Ronnie Bumgarner and Rev. Chris Slane officiated

     Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes has the honor of serving the Clonch Family.

 Martha Shaw, 77

Mrs. Martha Jean Corley Shaw, age 77 of Wilkesboro, formally of Carrollton, Mississippi, passed at her home on Friday, January 10, 2020.

     Memorial services were January 13,  at Wilkesboro Baptist Church with Rev. Tad Craig officiating.  

     Mrs. Shaw was born December 13, 1942 in Pascagoula, Mississippi to Robert R. and Jimmie Lois Eubanks Corley. She grew up in Thebes, IL and considered her hometown as Chicago, IL. After moving to Itta Bena, Mississippi, she met and married Jimmie Bryant Shaw, Sr. while he worked as the Town Manager for her father, Robert R. Corley, the Mayor of Itta Bena. They married on March 12, 1977 and were married for 40 years prior to his death on September 10, 2016.  During her career as an Office Manager she was employed by The Greenwood Commonwealth, Scientific Telecom and Johnson Implements, all located in Greenwood Mississippi. She retired from Johnson Implements. Martha Shaw was an accomplished business woman, loving and doting wife, mother, grandmother and friend. She loved her family, loved to craft, sew and scrapbook. Her legacy is the love she gave to her husband, children and grandchildren as well as her extended family and friends.

     In addition to her parents, she was preceded in death by her husband, Jimmie Bryant Shaw, Sr.; a son in law, Wesley W. Gregory; a sister, Bobbie Johnson; and a brother, Robert Hal Corley, who died in Vietnam.

     She is survived by three daughters, Gia Amato Gregory of Wilkesboro, Michelle Amato Livingston and husband, Matt of Greenwood, MS, Stephanie Amato Morris; a son, Dr. Francis X. Amato, III and wife Gena Amason Amato of Blowing Rock; a step daughter, Loretta Shaw Langdon and husband Dirk of Smithfield, NC; ten grandchildren, Chase Alexander Wylie, Justin Brady Morris, DJ Langdon and wife Jodee Boswell Langdon, Gray Robert Brower, Madelaine Claire Amato, Lillian Nicole Amato, Abigail Leigh Amato, Shelby Layne Browning Warren and husband Caleb Warren, Sarah Landreth "Laila" Browning and Nathan Lewis; a great grandson, Finley Shaw Langdon; three sisters, Peggy Green Palmer and husband Alex of Red Banks, MS, JoAnne Williams of Cape Girardeau, Missouri and Mitzi Pittman Workman of Collierville, TN; a brother, Jack Corley and wife Doreena of Valparaiso, IN; and several nieces and nephews.

     In lieu of flowers, the family would like for memorials be made to the American Cancer Society PO Box 9 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or to Aiden's Army c/o Sharron Amason, 322 Clawson Street  Apt. 108 Boone, NC 28607 to help Aiden Amason fight a rare childhood cancer.

 Clyde Brown, Jr., 87

Mr. Clyde R. Brown, Jr, age 87 of North Wilkesboro passed away Friday, January 10, 2020 at his home.

     Funeral services were January 12,   at Lutheran Church of the Atonement with Rev. Roger Hull officiating.  Burial was in Mountlawn Memorial Park.          

     Mr. Brown was born August 1, 1932 in Rowan County to Clyde Roscoe Brown, Sr, and Mary Eliza Overman Brown.

     He was a member of Lutheran Church of the Atonement.

     He graduated from Catawba College and later served on the Board of Trustees for Catawba College.

      He was a long term member of the Elks Club, served on the Board of Social Services and Wilkes Cares.

     He also served as the Chairman of the Wilkes County March of Dimes, Vice President of the N.C. Lutheran men and served many years on the Atonement Lutheran Church's Church Council.  Mr. Brown made his career at Lowe's Companies where he retired.

     In addition to his parents he was preceded in death by two sisters and brothers-in-law; Madge Russell and husband Gilbert, Mildred Brown and husband Leo and brother-in-law Milton Crowther.

     He is survived by his wife; Anna Hughes Brown of the home, three sons; David Lewis Brown and wife Janice of Efland, Martin Andrew Brown and wife Leisa of Gastonia and Douglas Warren Brown and wife Melony of Lewisville, seven grandchildren; Matthew Brown and wife Jessie, Genavee Brown, Kristine Brown, Lee Brown, Marinn McKelvey and husband David, Jessica Brown and Noah Brown and one sister; Louise Crowther.

     Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Wake Forest Care At-Home Hospice, 126 Executive Drive, Suite 110, Wilkesboro, NC 28697.

 Mark Anderson, 30

Mr. Mark Alan Anderson, age 30 of North Wilkesboro, passed away Thursday, January 9, 2020 at his home.

     Funeral services were January 13th,   at Flint Hill Baptist Church with Pastor Kent Wood and Pastor Kevin Souther officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.  

     Mr. Anderson was born April 28, 1989 in Wilkes County to Danny Talmadge Anderson and Deborah Gail Eller Anderson. He loved video games and most of all he loved his family.

     He was preceded in death by his Father; Danny Talmadge Anderson and Grandparents; Troy and Twila Eller and Talmadge Anderson.

     He is survived by his mother; Gail Minton and step dad Roy Minton, Jr. of Hays, brother; Phillip Daniel Anderson, grandmother; Ruth Anderson of North Wilkesboro, Aunt and Uncle Frances Cleary and husband Brent of North Wilkesboro and two cousins; Matthew (Larrisa) and Martin (Patricia).

     Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the Donor's Choice.

  Melissa Norman, 74

Mrs. Melissa Mae Joyner Norman, age 74 of Ronda, passed away Wednesday, January 8, 2020 at Rose Glen Manor in North Wilkesboro.

     Funeral services were January 11,   at Temple Hill United Methodist Church with Pastor Matthew A. Nichols and Rev. Clyde Holeman officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery.  

     Mrs. Norman was born January 23, 1945 in Davie County to Wilson Joyner and Mamie Welborn Joyner. Melissa was a graduate of Appalachian State University where she obtained a Master's Degree.  She was retired from the Iredell County School System as a School Teacher and was a member of Temple Hill United Methodist Church.

     She was preceded in death by her parents.

     Mrs. Norman is survived by her husband; Benjamin (Benny) H. Norman of the home, a sister; Magdalene Pinnix of Booneville, a sister in law; Faye Cornog of Springfield,  Il, a brother; Woodrow Joyner of Ronda, a brother in law; Paul Norman and wife; Jean of Mint Hill and several nieces and nephews.

     Flowers will be accepted.

   Charles Miller, 70

Mr. Charles Danny Miller, age 70 of Millers Creek, passed Thursday, January 9th, 2020 at his home.

     Funeral services were January 13,    at Union Baptist Church in the Wilbar community with Rev. Steve Faw and Rev. Julius Blevins officiating. Burial was in the church cemetery with Military Honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Post 1142 Honor Guard.  

     Mr. Miller was born February 13, 1949 in Wilkes County to Charlie Miller and Bernie South Miller. Mr. Miller served in the Army during the Vietnam War. He was retired from AEV and was a member and deacon of Union Baptist Church.

     In addition to his parents, he was preceded in death by his infant granddaughter; Jessica Miller.

     Mr. Miller is survived by his wife; Bobbye Griffin Miller of the home, a son; Guy Miller and wife Jamie of Millers Creek and two grandchildren; Jake Miller and Kaylee Miller.

     In lieu of flowers, the family wishes for memorials to be made to Gideons North Camp PO Box 1791 North Wilkesboro, NC 28659 or Union Baptist Church Cemetery Fund c/o Lanny South 165 Kingcross Lane Millers Creek, NC 28651.

  Helene Napoli, 69

Ms. Helene Clara Napoli, age 69 of Moravian Falls passed away Thursday, January 9, 2020 at her home.

     A memorial service will be held at a later date.

     Ms. Napoli was born November 16, 1950 in Nassau, NY to Louis John and Evelyn Jane Callegari Napoli.  She was a member of Mt. Carmel Baptist Church and a Licensed Practical Nurse at John J. Foley Nursing Home.  She also volunteered at BROC and Boomer Community  Center.

     She was preceded in death by her parents.

     She is survived by three daughters; Maria Coles, Patrina Brown both of Wilkesboro, Lisa Conroy of Cary, two sons; Anthony Coles and wife Bonnie of Mastic Beach, NY and Jason Coles and wife Cheryl of Moravian Falls, five  grandchildren; Tiffany Marie, Marc Anthony, Ebony Rianne, Logan Joseph, Mickenzie Lorraine and one great grandchild; Daniel Michael, two sisters; Joanne and Maria and four brothers; Louis, John, Peter and Paul and an aunt; Anne Easton of Mesa, AZ.

  Ted Nelson, 87

Ted Carlisle Nelson, age 87, of Hays, passed away Thursday, January 9, 2020 at his home. Ted was born August 10, 1932 in Buncombe County to William Terry and Pansy Robinson Nelson. He was a member of Round Mtn. Baptist Church and a US Navy Veteran. Ted loved to garden and fish. Mr. Nelson was preceded in death by his parents; his loving wife of 58 years, Jessie B. Nelson; and brothers, Boyd and Bill Nelson.

     Surviving are his children, Thomas Nelson and spouse Delilah of Haleyville, Alabama, Alice Childress and spouse Paul, Susan Teague and spouse William, Terry Nelson and spouse Lisa, Ronald Nelson, Ellen Teague and spouse Larry all of Hays; sisters, Dorothy Hall of Castle Rock, Washington, Elizabeth Nelson of Asheville; eight grandchildren; ten great grandchildren; and two great great grandchildren.

     Graveside service with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Honor Guard Post 1142 was  January 12,  at Round Mtn. Baptist Church Cemetery with Rev. Roger Jennings, Elder Anion Cole and Rev. Larry Teague officiating. Flowers were accepted or memorials may be made to Round Mtn. Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, Airport Road, Hays, NC 28635. Miller Funeral Service was in charge of the arrangements.

  Bruce Blackburn, 94

Bruce Blackburn, age 94, of Purlear, passed away Tuesday, January 7, 2020 at his home. Mr. Blackburn was born September 4, 1925 in Wilkes County to Levi Gentry and Celia Jane Holman Blackburn.

     Bruce was a veteran of WWII and was stationed in the South Pacific as a U.S. Navy Radioman. He was awarded the American Theater Medal, Asiatic Pacific Medal, Philippine Liberation Ribbon and the Victory Medal. Before retiring, Bruce worked as a full-time mechanic. He was an avid farmer, raising cattle for many years and then continued to find great joy in helping his son with cattle in his later years. He loved spending time with his grandsons. He was a member of Lewis Fork Baptist Church and also enjoyed attending church with his son and wife at Fishing Creek Arbor.

     Mr. Blackburn was preceded in death by his parents; his wife, Helen McNeil Blackburn; brothers, Ray Blackburn, LG Blackburn, James Blackburn, Worth Blackburn; two brothers that died in infancy (David and Joseph); sisters, Arlie Blackburn Dyer, Vetra Blackburn Watson; half-brothers, George White Blackburn, Wintford Blackburn, Sherman Blackburn, Edgar Blackburn; and half-sister, Blanch Blackburn Elledge.

Surviving are his son, Benny Bruce Blackburn and spouse Anita of Purlear; daughter, Karen Blackburn of Peachland, N.C.; grandchildren, Daniel Bruce Blackburn, Esq. of Charlotte, Joshua Kirk Blackburn of Raleigh, Kristopher Ray Stanley of Asheville; and one great grandchild.

     Funeral service was January 11,  at Lewis Fork Baptist Church with Pastor Dwayne Andrews and Pastor David Wellborn officiating. Eulogy will be provided by grandsons, Daniel Bruce Blackburn, Esq. and Joshua Kirk Blackburn. Burial with military honors by Veterans of Foreign Wars Honor Guard Post 1142 will follow in the Church Cemetery.  

     Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to Lewis Fork Baptist Church Cemetery Fund, 395 Lewis Fork Baptist  Church Road, Purlear, NC 28665. The family has requested no food. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.  

     Pallbearers were Daniel Bruce Blackburn, Esq., Joshua Kirk Blackburn, Kristopher Ray Stanley, John Dyer, Shelmer Blackburn, Jr. and Robert Blackburn.

   Carol Weaver, 76

Carol Rebecca Weaver, age 76, of North Wilkesboro, passed away Tuesday, January 7, 2020 at her home. Mrs. Weaver was born October 27, 1943 in Tazwell County, Virginia to Charlie and Thena Sparks Waddell. She was a member of Northside Baptist Church. Carol was preceded in death by her parents; and brothers, Jim Waddell and Bob Waddell.

     Surviving are her husband, Sam Weaver; son, Steve Weaver of Elkin; daughter, Treva Prevette of North Wilkesboro; grandchildren, Noah Weaver of New York, Ronald Rhodes and spouse Sarah of Ronda, Harley Weaver of Elkin; great grandchildren, Haylee Rhodes, Aaron Weaver, Abigail Weaver, Emma Weaver; brother, Ted Waddell of Virginia; sisters, Joyce Crawford, Joan Alley, Mary Wood all of Virginia; several nieces and nephews.

     Funeral service was January 11,  at Miller Funeral Chapel with Brother Jason Whitley officiating. Burial was in North Wilkesboro City Cemetery.  Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to the donor's choice. Miller Funeral Service is in charge of the arrangements.

 Jonathan Parish, 30

Mr. Jonathan Lee Andrew Parish, age 30 passed away Sunday, January 5, 2020 unexpectedly in Raleigh.

     A Celebration of Life Service was January 11, at Reins-Sturdivant Chapel with Rev. Daron Brown officiating.   A private burial was be held.  

     Mr. Parish was born August 1, 1989 in Catawba County to Frank Tony Parish and Melissa Dawn Sheets Parish. He was employed by DoneRight Merchandising. He served in the United States Army National Guard Bravo 3-47 1st Platoon.

     He was preceded in death by his grandfather; Frank Parish.

     He is survived by his parents, his wife; Amanda Colene Pearson Parish, his children; Jameson LeeAndrew Parish, Trever Long, Jayceelee Diane Anderson, Isaiah Patrick and Jonah Glenn Parish, one sister; Anthea Dawn Parish, grandparents; Rick and Barbara Poteat, Barbara Parish, Tom and Shelba Sheets and Jeanie Francis-Hayes.

     Flowers will be accepted or memorials may be made to a trust fund for his children at any State Employees Credit Union Branch.

 Raymond Schwind, 75

Mr. Raymond Edgar Schwind, 75, of Wilkesboro, passed away Saturday, January 4, 2020 at Wake Forest Baptist Medical Center.

     Raymond was born Saturday, May 27, 1944 in Oxford, New Jersey, the son of the late Gerardt Paul Schwind and Edna Wildrick Schwind Haper.

     He had served in the United States Army Armed Forces.

     Those left to cherish his memory include: his wife, Nancyann Mary Schwind; children, Tonyalee of Pennsylvania, Nancylynn of Jew Jersey, George of North Carolina, Chad of Pennsylvania; twelve grandchildren; sister; Dorothy of New Jersey; brothers, Alfred of Pennsylvania, Paul of Arkansas, Richard of Texas, Larry and Joseph, both of New Jersey, and John of Pennsylvania.

No formal services to be held.

     Adams Funeral Home of Wilkes and cremation services is honored to be serving the Schwind Family.

  Hubert Dancy, 91

Mr. Hubert Everette Dancy, age 91 of Mocksville, passed away peacefully, Wednesday January 1st 2020 at Kate B Reynolds Hospice Home in Winston Salem.  

     Mr. Dancy was born December 28th 1928 in Wilkes County to James and Lala Dancy.  He was an avid wrestler in high school and college.  He lettered in the 9th grade and was a state champion.  He continued wrestling at Appalachian State University where he was on the Mountaineer wrestling team contributing to a national team scoring record in 1950.    He left college to serve in the Air Force during the Korean War later to return and graduate with a physical education degree. He retired after 30 years with Boeing as a production manager.  He was a member of Wilkes United Methodist Church where he enjoyed cooking with the Methodist Men during church functions. After marrying Mary Ann, he was blessed to become a father, grandfather and great grandfather.  He loved his family.  

     A skilled craftsman, Hugh spent lots of his retirement days in his workshop where he could create just about anything anyone asked for; but his passion was making knives.  His love for model trains was shared with his friends and fellow members of the Black Cat Station in North Wilkesboro. He also loved to cook, work the puzzles in the paper and watch sports especially Appalachian State Football.  He loved his kitty Ellie and Addie a small dog he kept during the day.  

He was preceded in death by his parents, two wives Rachel Anderson Dancy and Mary Ann Pennell Dancy and two brothers Harold and Willard Dancy.  

He is survived by his stepdaughter Michelle Rundle of Mocksville, step sons Michael Cooper and wife Margaret of N. Wilkesboro, and Jeffery Mark Cooper of San  Diego, California. Three step grandchildren Megan Fiedler and husband Jim of Pennsylvania, Michael Cooper Jr of Raleigh, North Carolina and Sierra Cooper of California.  Two step greatgrandchildren Mason and Madeline Fiedler of Pennsylvania.  

Memorials may be made to Wilkesboro United Methodist Church PO Box 197, Wilkesboro NC 28697 or Kate B Reynolds Hospice Home (Trellis Supportive Care Attention: Finance, 101 Hospice Lane, Winston Salem, NC 27103).  

Per his wishes, after cremation a private ceremony will be held at Scenic Memorial Gardens.  

  James Curry, 82

Mr. James "Sonny" Albert Curry passed away at Curis Nursing Home in Wilkesboro on December 27, 2019, his 82nd birthday.

Sonny was a good hearted man and devoted father who was loved and well respected by friends and family.  Sonny graduated from East Mecklenburg High School and was in the United States Army. He graduated from Ringling School of Art in Sarasota, FL.  Sonny worked for Lowe's for 28 years as a commercial artist. He liked bowling and golf and was a fan of the Carolina Panthers and Duke University Football.  

He is survived by two daughters; Emily Moran and Brooke Curry, a granddaughter; Hailee Curry, a brother; Jerry Curry and a nephew; Jonathan Curry.

In lieu of flowers memorials may be made to Sharon Presbyterian Church, 5201  Sharon Road, Charlotte, NC 28210.

[monstroushellbride]

Tagged by @bisexuals-r-us

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 17

b - biggest fear: I get really bad stage fright/performance anxiety, to the point that I nearly had a panic attack at my last concert. So I’d have to say performing in general.

c - current time: 1:36 PM

d - drink you last had: ...coffee.

e - every day starts with: Coffee. I can’t start the day without coffee.

f - favorite song: Valerie, Glee Cast Version

g - ghosts, are they real: Yes. They are very real. *stares off into distance*

h - hometown: I was born in Mountain View, CA (*California Girls plays, I am visibly annoyed) but I was raised in Wake Forest.

i - in love with: KATIE CASSIDY!!!!! AND TYLER HOECHLIN!!!!!! AND GAGE GOLIGHTLY!!!!!!!!!! (Alternatively, Laurel Lance, Derek Hale, and Erica Reyes.)

j - jealous of: Pretty girls.

k - killed someone: Do characters count??? If so, too many.

l - last time you cried: Three days ago, watching Bones.

m - middle name: Elizabeth. (I like it much more than my first name, Sarah.)

n - number of siblings: 1, thank GOD. 

o - one wish: to someday publish a book or write a successful screenplay.

p - person you last texted/called: I texted my best friend and called my mom.

q - questions you’re always asked: How long have you been playing violin? (eight years is the official answer)

r - reasons to smile: Because summer is almost here!!

s - song last sang: Moon River

t - time you woke up: Like, six??? But then I got out of bed at seven. 

u - underwear colour: Green.

v - vacation destination: New Zealand!!

w - worst habit: Stalking people I hate on social media because I’m petty.

x - x-rays you’ve had: Spine a few years ago

y - your favorite food: Pasta

z - zodiac sign: Cancer

Now I tag @thecoppercobra bc i can’t think of anyone else. 

[puddinspumpk1n-blog]

Shows:

Angel

Couples: Angel/Cordelia, Doyle/Cordelia

Characters: Angel, Doyle, Cordelia, Lorne

Arrested Development Characters:  Michael

Ash Vs Evil Dead Couples: Ruby/Ashley, Kelly/Pablo Characters:  Ashley, Kelly, Pablo, Ruby

Big Love Couples: Bill/Margene Characters: Bill, Margene, Barb

Buffy the Vampire Slayer Couples: Buffy/Spike, Anya/Xander Characters: Anya, Spike, Xander

Chicago Pd Couples: Jay/Erin Characters:Jay, Erin, Voight

Forever Characters:  Henry

From Dusk Till Dawn Couples: Seth/Kate, Richie/Santanico Characters:  Seth, Richie

Hemslock Grove Characters:  Peter, Roman

Justified Couples: Boyd/Ava Characters: Boyd, Raylan

Legends of Tommorrow Couples:  Sara/Leonard, Sara/Rip Characters: Sara, Leonard, Rip, Mick, Ray

Once upon a time in Wonderland Couples: Will/Anastacia Characters: Will, Anastacia

Orville Characters: Ed, Gordon, Alara

Ray Dovvan Couples: Ray/Abby Characters: Ray

Revolution Couples: Nora/Miles, Jason/Charlie Characters: Charlie, Miles, Monroe

Riverdale Couples Veronica/Archie Characters: Archie, Veronica, Fp

Roswell Couples Michael/Maria Characters: Michale, Maria, Max

Santa Clartia Diet Couples: Sheila/Joel Characters: Joel

Saving Hope Couples: Alex/Joel Characters: Alex, Joel

Scrubs Couples: JD/Elliot Characters: Turk, JD, Cox

ShadowHunter Characters: Jace, Alec

Smallville Couples: Clark/Lois, Lois/Oliver Characters: Clark, Lois, Oliver, Davis, Zod

Spin City Characters: Mike, Stuart, Carter, Mayor

Supernatural Couples: Dean/Bella Characters: Dean, Sam, Castiel, Crowley

Teen Wolf Couples: Lydia/Stiles, Allison/Scott, Malia/Scott Characters: Malia, Lydia, Stiles, Derek, Allison

The Flash Couples: Barry/Caitlin Characters: Caitlin

The Originals Couples: Hayley/Klaus, Camille/Klaus Characters: Elijah, Klaus

The Vampire Diaries Couples: Caroline/Stefen Characters: Caroline, Damon, Stefen

The Walking Dead Couples: Maggie/Glenn Characters: Darrell, Maggie, Jesus, Negan

This Is us Couples: Jack/Rebecca, Kate/Toby, Characters: Jack, Kevin

True Blood Couples: Bill/Sookie, Jason/Jessica Characters: Eric, Bill, Jason, Jessica

Westworld Couples: William/Dolores Characters: Teddy

X-files Couples: Scully/Mulder Characters: Mulder, Scully

Animation:

American Dad

Archer

Bobs Burgers

Danny Phantom

Family Guy

Futurama

Inuyasha

Movies:

Everything Disney

Rise of the Guardians

Everything Dc & Marvel

Sucide Squad: _Joker&Harley are Love

Actors:

Alexander Skarsgard

Ben Affleck

Bill Paxton Billy Burke

Bruce Campbell

David Lyon (My True Love)

Channing Tatum

Chris Pine

Chris Pratt

Christian Bale

Daniel Gillies

David Broenaz

David Duchovny

David Tennant

Dominic Purcell

Dylan O'Brien

Greg Kinnear

Ioan Gruffudd

James Marsden

Jason Bateman Jeremy Renner

John Cusack

Jon Hamm

Liev Shrider

Jude Law

Karl Urban

Keanu Reeves

Landon Liborion

Leonardo Dicaprio

Mark Paul- Gosselaar

Mark Wahlberg

Matt Damon

Michael J Fox

Milo Ventimiglia

Norman Reedus

Paul Rudd

Paul Walker

Robert Downey Jr.

Ryan Reynolds

Sam Worthington

Sebastian Stan

Seth Mcfarlane

Shane West

Skeet Ulrich

Setephen Dorff

Timothy Olyphant

Tom Cruise

Tom Hiddleston

Tom Payne

Tom Riley

Tyler Hoechlin

Walter Goggins

Actress:

Ali Larter

Alice Eve

Amanda Peet

Bryce Dallas Howard

Caity Lotz

Christina Ricci

Crystal Reed

Elizabeth Olsen

Emma Rigby

Emma Stone

Erica Durance Ginnifer Goodwin Holland Roden Isla Fisher

Jennifer Lopez

Jessica Alba

Kate Beckinsale

Katie Cassidy Mandy Moore

Margot Robbie

Megan Fox

Milla Kunis

Neve Campbell

Rachel Mcadams

Shelley Henning

Sophia Bush

Summer Glau

Crossover

Alex/Henry - (Saving Hope & Forever)

Dean/Lois - (Supernaturl & Smallville)

Hook/Marian (OUAT/ Beyound Sherwood Forest)

Alara/Kirk - (Orville & Star Trek)

*Original Character Protrayed by (Neve Campbell & Mark Wahlberg)

Jack & Elsa **Rise of the Guardians & Frozen** (Protrayed by Chris Pine and Margot Robbie) Malia/Jace (Teen Wolf & ShadowHunters)

Brian/*Orignal Character (Fast and the Furious / Emma Rigby)

Dominic/Regina (Fast and the Furious / Once upon a time)

Monroe/Original Character (Revolution & Erica Durance)

Lydia Martin/ Peter Parker (Teen Wolf/Spiderman *Adrew*)

Tony Stark/ Loki (Avengers)

Wanda/Peter (Avengers/Guardians of the Galaxy)

[2ndstartotheright1]

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[terapsina]

I have started watching Being Erica.

It's great, I don't know why but the atmosphere of the show reminds me a bit of Joan of Arcadia, though I don't really know why - because the themes of the show aren't really alike... although I can probably blame Dr. Tom and his sudden out of nowhere appearances in the past, and his mysterious and often irritating non-answers to Erica's questions,and the fact that when he shows up while Erica's in the past he's always sort of working different random jobs (like dog walking, and radiator painting, and hot-dog selling), the only thing's that's truly different is that he's not changing faces as well as occupations... and that he isn't, you know... God (I don't think).

I do have a problem however. Ethan. Well... not a problem, problem. I like him. I just don't like him with Erica.

For that I blame the appearance of Anna Silk. I almost fell out of my chair when "Bo" showed up, and turned out to be an old almost flame. And then the painting thing happened, and the 'I want to be honest, I'm straight / I understand that but in the spirit of honesty I've always wanted you' thing, and the family dinner thing, and the dancing thing, and the kiss thing, and the another kiss thing, and the undressing thing, and the... crush her heart thing.

Yeah... I ship Erica with Cassidy. This is a problem, she probably never shows up again and Ethan's the love interest with the special background song or whatever (it's a nice song though). And Cassidy is left to pick up the pieces of her heart.

You know what 90% of my OTPs has in common with being in love with a straight best friend? Knowing it's never gonna happen and yet being unable to do anything about the wanting.

Why do I always love the hopeless?

[songforeddiemunson]

Panic in Detroit 5

A Bartender!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader fix-it fic series.

Series Summary: It's the year 1991. Reader is fleeing an unendurable life in an attempt to start anew. A dangerous man hunts her, and she finds herself in a seedy corner of Detroit, working in a dive bar under a false name. Unbeknownst to her, her whole world is about to be thrown into an even worse tailspin, further complicated by a mysterious and handsome bartender with a complicated past of his own.

Series Warnings: Angst, trauma; there will be references to past domestic violence but nothing explicitly described. Coarse language, stressful situations, eventual smut and fluff. Slow burn. Minors DNI. Reader's description is vague apart from being AFAB, in an attempt to remain inclusive.

**As always, if you like this, comments and reblogs are the lifeblood of any fic writer! Please let me know if you would like to be included in a taglist for this series.**

Chapter Five: Slow Burn

Chapter warnings: anxiety and coarse language, allusions to past trauma and abuse (not described) and yes, SMUT.

Important Note: in this AU, it should be noted that Eddie did not get injured by the demobats in the upside down. Everything else happened according to canon, but then El shut Vecna down and the bats dropped before they could attack Eddie.

Word count: ~5k

PART FOUR

Eddie was out of the car before Erica could even comment on the scene before them. Plumes of smoke billowed up into the early morning sky, and flames could be seen dancing in the interior of Tom’s Tavern, glimpsed through mostly-broken windows. His feet crunched on the thin layer of snow that had fallen overnight as he ran toward the blackened building at full speed.

“CASSIDY!” He bellowed in terror, and all reason had deserted him as he ran straight toward Tom’s front door. 

“Dammit, Eddie,” Erica cursed as she unbuckled her seatbelt and exited her car to hurry after him.

“Whoa whoa,” a man in full firefighter’s garb stepped in front of Eddie, barring his access to the building. “You can’t go in there, man. What are you, nuts?”

Erica was able to take in her surroundings better than Eddie had. There were three fire trucks and an ambulance idling outside of the bar, lights flashing. Some hoses were pointed at the building in an attempt to knock down the flames, but the men were milling about with no particular sense of urgency.

“No, you don’t understand,” Eddie stammered, his voice wavering under the weight of his panic. “Cassidy, she….she might be in there!”

“Who’s Cassidy,” the firefighter said, with a tone one may use with an annoying fly.

“She…” Eddie began, and then simply broke off at a run toward the back door. “CASSIDY!” He continued to bellow as he ran around the building. “Oh god,” he whimpered shakily as he peered into one of the now broken windows, seeing only fire and darkness. He felt an old dread, a buried terror…something he had worked for five years to supress threatening to break through the surface of his psyche. “Fuck,” he whimpered. If I think about all that shit now, I’ll go crazy, he thought.

Eddie had reached the back door, which was left bizarrely unattended and was standing wide open. He peered inside for a moment, and stepped into the building. He was immediately assaulted by heat and smoke, and quickly covered his mouth and nose with his forearm. He could see nothing, only hear the crackling of the flames as they consumed everything in their path. “Cass– CASSIDY!” He attempted to shout, but his throat wanted to close to shut out the smoke, and it came out weak and strangled.

A hand on his arm dragged him roughly backward, back through the doorway.

“Have you lost your GODDAMN MIND?” Erica shrieked in his ear.

“She… I can’t see—” Eddie stammered before he doubled over, coughing.

“The only thing you’ll do by going in there is get yourself killed,” she hissed, and squeezed his arm even tighter for emphasis. 

His wide, terrified eyes found hers, and his expression made Erica’s hold on her own emotions more tenuous.

“I don’t know where she is,” he said, and Erica wasn’t sure if the tears streaming down his face were from the smoke or his terror; perhaps a bit of both.

Eddie felt helpless, and it made him want to scream. He had decided years ago that to be helpless was the very worst thing; that it would be better to be hurt, terrified, or even dead. When he watched Vecna torturously murder people right in front of his eyes and was powerless to stop it. When he stood his ground as the demobats closed in on him, waiting for his own end before they mercifully dropped to the ground, seconds before tearing him to pieces. When he watched everyone in the town that hated him lose everything they had when the earth opened up and changed Hawkins forever; that was when he decided that he would never be helpless again. Yet, here he was, clinging to a girl who was a decade younger yet wise beyond her years. A sister-in-arms, a trusted confidante, and a close friend.

“Erica,” he said, and his broken voice was a knife to her heart. “Erica I don’t know what to do.”

“Eddie,” Erica said soothingly. “I know you’re freaking out, but did it ever occur to you to speak with someone before trying to run into a burning building?”

He blinked at her. “No.”

She sighed. “Deep breaths, Munson. Let’s go,” she said, taking him by the hand, and they headed toward the flashing lights.

Erica guided him around the building, and walked up to the first firefighter they saw.

“You guys shouldn’t be here,” the uniformed man said to them, holding up his hands in the universal symbol of ‘back off.’

“He works here,” Erica spat in a tone that suggested she should not be fucked with.

The firefighter barely had time to roll his eyes before Eddie was in his space. “Was there a girl? Did you find a girl? I know she came here but now I don’t see her, and there’s a psycho looking for her and–”

“Whoa, buddy,” the man said, taking a step back. “I don’t know about no psycho, but do you mean that girl?” He pointed.

In Eddie’s mind it happened in slow motion, as the firefighter lifted his hand to point with agonizing slowness, and Eddie’s head followed suit, swiveling to the left, his eyes landing on an ambulance that was parked off to the side and out of the way of the chaos.

Eddie ran.

His heart was in his throat as he ran to the ambulance and around to the back, where the rear doors stood open. The relief and joy he felt when he saw you sitting there was nearly enough to turn him into liquid. You were having a scrape cleaned by an EMT, and had the EMT not reflexively stepped out of the way, Eddie would have shoved him aside like a bowling pin. 

“Oh my god,” tumbled from his lips as he embraced you so tightly you almost couldn’t breathe, and he buried his face in your hair. You took a deep breath, relishing in the strength of the man who had wrapped you in his arms, and you realized he smelled of smoke. 

“Thank god,” he repeated, and you realized that he was shaking. “Oh thank fucking god.”

“Eddie, I’m okay,” you said, and pulled back so you could look at his face. His skin was marred with smears of soot, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked out of his mind with stress and relief, and you felt a stab of guilt when you began to piece together what must have happened. 

Erica strolled off to give you some privacy after seeing that you were alright.

“You came for me,” you said quietly, and had to fight back tears. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I thought– I thought that you…” he looked in the direction of the burning bar.

“No, I’m okay,” you said soothingly. “I was in there, rummaging in the office for anything that might have your address on it, so Jake wouldn’t find it. He must’ve gotten there before me; the office was tossed. And then, the window next to me shattered and all of a sudden, everything was on fire…” you broke off with a shudder. “Oh god, Tom. Tom lost everything, oh no….” you buried your face in his hands.

“Hey hey,” Eddie said softly, and he gently pulled your hands away from your face so he could look into your eyes. “It’s okay. He has insurance. It’s only stuff. The important thing is that you’re okay. But why? Why would you come down here alone?"

"I couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt because of my mess," you replied, eyes downcast. "I dragged you into this and if Jake hurt you because of me...I can't even think about it. I-- I like you, Eddie," you finished, your eyes flicking up to his.

Brown eyes met yours with a smile. "I like you too, you dummy," he said. "Please don't do that again, okay?"

"Deal," you said, wiping your eyes. You sniffled. ”They’re saying I need to go down to the station and make a report.”

Eddie nodded. “I’ll go with you. So you’re okay? You’re sure you’re not hurt?”

You nodded your head but Eddie turned to the EMT anyway. “She’s okay?” he asked brusquely. 

“Are you her boyfriend?” The EMT asked.

“I don’t kn–” you started.

“Yes,” Eddie said at the same time, firmly and without hesitation. You blushed and broke out into a grin, despite your situation. “I thought we hadn't had a chance to discuss it, Munson.”

“Fuck it,” Eddie said and laughed, and it was music to your ears.

“She’s fine,” the EMT said with a little smile. “Couple of small cuts because of the window breaking, but she was able to get out before the fire spread.”

You nodded along with the EMT, looking into Eddie’s eyes. “See? I told you I was fine.”

“Okay. Okay,” he said, by way of self-conviction, and then he kissed you.

This kiss was different from your tentative first kiss and the steamier kisses that followed. It was passionate, and held a note of desperation. Eddie held your face in his hands as he kissed you, his pillowy lips moving slowly against yours thoroughly; tasting, exploring. 

“You learning the layout, Muson?” you murmured teasingly into his mouth.

“Oh honey,” he breathed as he pulled away, his eyes roaming your face. “I plan to explore the whole topography of you.” 

“Ahem,”  the EMT said pointedly, stopping you from going in for another kiss. “We’re done here. You guys can head down to the precinct to give your statement and make your report.”

“That’s a switch,’ you said, as Eddie helped you hop down from the back of the ambulance. “It’s the first time the authorities actually cared what I had to say.”  

Eddie snorted in acknowledgement, but he didn’t let go of your hand.

You sat at the station, having told the officer on the other side of the desk everything. Eddie sat to your right, chewing on his thumbnail; he didn’t feel very comfortable in police stations either. Erica had gone to pick up some things and get a motel room, a place you could all lay low after you were finished making your report.

“You said that you met Jake about a year and a half ago?” Detective Danko asked. Her eyes were kind, and she certainly wasn’t as dismissive as the cops you’d dealt with at home.

You nodded. 

“When I ran his prints all kinds of bells and whistles went off,” Danko replied. “He’s actually wanted for questioning over some disappearances in Florida.”

Your jaw dropped, and Eddie sat forward suddenly. “I’m sorry, what?” you said, stunned.

She nodded, her eyes flicking back to the computer screen. “Three females, early 20s. It looks like all of them worked at the same bar over the course of about two and a half years, and he was a bouncer at the same bar. They’re all missing.”

You could hear your heartbeat thundering in your ears, and you fought off a wave of dizziness. Eddie took your hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“That’s how I met Jake, in Cleveland. I was helping out at my uncle’s bar and he started working there as a bouncer….I think in September of last year? He…uh…he was interested in me immediately. Started hounding me to go out with him. He’s a good looking guy, can turn on the charm when he wants to. Eventually he wore me down and I gave in. Things were fine for a couple months, until they weren’t.”

Danko nodded, her expression serious. “We think he may have had friends in the department. It’s the only thing that can explain how he was let out of jail after he put you in the hospital. The feds should have been all over him.” She paused and took a deep breath. “It’s a good thing you ran.”

“I’d be dead now,” you said with cold certainty, and everything finally started to make sense. It felt so good to finally understand everything, yet the real implications of what you were saying were only beginning to scratch the surface of the armor you had built around yourself. “Jake was going to finish the job and kill me. I’d be dead by now if I hadn’t run.”

Eddie’s grip on your hand tightened, and you looked over at him. He was doing his best to remain calm for you, but he was very clearly bothered by what he was hearing, and the hand not holding yours was fisted against his lips.

You gave him a sad smile. “I’m okay,” you said quietly, and he managed a weak smile in return.

Detective Danko leaned forward, her forearms braced on her desk so she could get as close to you as possible. “There’s no nice way to say this so I won’t sugar coat it. It’s fucked up, what happened to you. I’m sorry the cops let you down. I’m sorry you had to run. It’s a good fucking thing you did, but I’m still sorry as hell it was necessary. I want to get him. I’m gonna do my best to get him so he can’t hurt anyone else, okay?”

You nodded, your words silenced by the emotion that unexpectedly surged forward by Danko’s support and validation.

“For now,” Danko continued, “the best thing you can do is go someplace safe and get some rest. Do you have a place to stay?”

“Our friend is getting us motel rooms,” you said. “Jake shouldn’t know or recognize her or anything, so it shouldn’t raise any red flags.”

“Good.” Detective Danko nodded her approval as you all stood up together to go your separate ways. “And hey, Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas,” you said with a small smile. You turned to leave, but at the last minute you turned back with another question.

“Hey,” you began. “Why is he chasing me, do you think? Why go through all the trouble?”

Danko shrugged. “Because you dared to defy him.”

Erica had been waiting outside of the station when you exited the building, and she drove you to your new refuge at the Motel 6 on the other side of town, but not before stopping at the grocery store for some snacks and supplies.

“I got two rooms,” she said, handing you a key. “I didn’t want to presume who was staying where,” she said with a chuckle. 

“This one is sticking with me,” you said as you looked over at Eddie, who was pulling grocery bags out of the trunk.

“Thank you, so much, for all of your help,” you said, giving her a hug. “You’ve been a lifesaver, Erica.”

“It’s not the first time Eddie and I have gone to bat for each other, and it won’t be the last,” she said. “Anything for that weirdo. But I gotta say, this has got to be the craziest Christmas I’ve ever had.”

You laughed. “I’m still waiting for you to tell me about what happened to you guys,” you said with a smirk. “But I know, I know, it’s not…”

“...my story to tell.” she finished with a wink.

“Get yourselves cleaned up,” she continued. “You smell like burnt tires. We’ll regroup later. I’m gonna take a damn nap.”

With a departing wave, she headed to her room and disappeared inside.

You unlocked the door to your room, finding a single queen sized bed, a small table with two chairs, a dresser with a 19” TV on it, a mini fridge, and a small private bathroom. It was simple and dated, but clean. Eddie followed behind, unloading some beers and sodas into the mini fridge, and stashing some snacks in the top drawer of the dresser. 

“Erica went back to my place and got some clothes while we were with Detective Danko,” Eddie said, placing a duffel bag on the bed. “All the clothes are mine, but there’s some clean socks and t-shirts, some sweatpants you should be able to wear, no problem.”

“Okay,” you said, and gave him a warm smile. “Thank you, Eddie.”

He returned the smile, his cheeks pinkening slightly. “It’s no sweat. Uh, why don’t you go take a shower, and I’ll see what’s on TV.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you replied, and you rummaged in the duffel bag and pulled out a t-shirt and a clean pair of boxer shorts before heading into the bathroom.

You undressed and stepped into the steaming hot water, finally allowing some of the tension to wash away along with the smoke and soot. You soaped up your hair from the little bottle of shampoo the hotel provided, and took a deep shuddering breath, feeling your muscles relax. You washed your body, taking your time and enjoying the hot water. Even though it had only been a little more than 24 hours since this nightmare began, it felt like weeks. But– you couldn’t say it was all a nightmare. You smiled as you thought about Eddie’s lips, how pink and full they were, and the way they felt against your skin. He's my boyfriend now, you thought with a jolt of excitement. Then, you remembered that he said, I plan to explore the whole topography of you, and your skin broke out into gooseflesh. You ran your hands along the length of your body, trying to imagine the last time you’d been touched gently and with kindness, and you had a hard time remembering. 

With a smile and a sigh, you shut off the water and reached for a towel. 

Eddie was relaxing on the bed with the remote in his hand, flicking through the channels, when he heard the bathroom door open.

“Hey! They have HBO– Oh.”  His excitement about finding new episodes of The Kids in the Hall was obliterated when he looked at you. 

You stood in the doorway of the bathroom, toweling your wet hair, wearing an old Iron Maiden t-shirt and a pair of boxers. Eddie set the remote aside and sat up some more. “You look good,” he said.

“Thanks,” you said simply, and without preamble or invitation, you walked over to the bed and climbed onto his lap, straddling him with your thighs on either side of him, your face inches from his.

His sharp intake of breath belied his surprise at your forwardness, but that didn’t stop his hands from coming up to caress your back as you threaded your hands and fingers around the back of his neck and into his hair.

“Well hi there,” he murmured happily before tilting his head and going in for a kiss. You sighed at the sensation of his lips on yours again; you didn’t think you would ever get used to those incredible lips. He kissed you deeply, and you opened your mouth to accommodate him. You heard him whimper ever so softly as he deepened the kiss further, and after a moment, he pulled back with a nip to your bottom lip. 

“How, uh…how was your shower?” he asked.

“Was nice,” you said, as you peppered his face with kisses. “Was thinking of you.”

“Oh yeah?” he asked, as he dipped to kiss along your throat, making heat flutter through your core. He reached the point where your neck and clavicle joined, scraping you lightly with his teeth before he latched on with his lips, sucking gently.

“Ah,” you gasped, “yeah I um…mmm remember you saying something about learning my topography.”

“Mhhmm,” he mumbled before releasing your pinkened flesh from his lips, the absence of his warm mouth making the exposed skin feel bereft. “Yes, I would like that,” he said softly before diving in to capture your lips for more kisses.

You felt that you could sit with Eddie like this for hours, being close to him, tasting him, feeling warm and safe in his caress, just kissing the night away. But you couldn’t deny the fact that you wanted more, and if the hardness you felt where your bodies were joined was any indication, he did too.

You nipped his lips as you ground down into his lap, “so what’s stopping you, Munson,” you breathed into his ear.

“Uh,” he said, clearly beginning to lose himself. “I uh….” he groaned as your teeth latched onto his earlobe. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Oh yes. I’m sure.”

He smiled then, and the look in his eyes was like a jolt of electricity, an excitement that you barely had time to process before he was leaning forward and tossing you backward onto the bed.

You giggled as he climbed above you, bracing himself on a forearm as he slotted his left leg between yours. “Well, all right then,” he said, and bent to kiss you some more.

You wrapped your arms around him and poured every ounce of passion into this kiss, and you knew there was no going back now. His left arm roamed down your torso, and he slipped his hand up your shirt, his shirt, and his fingertips danced up your stomach and along your ribs before cupping your breast, lightly massaging before he gently pinched your hardened nipple. The dual sensation of his fingers on your breast and his tongue in your mouth was enough to make you see stars, and you responded by slipping your hands under his shirt and dragging your nails lightly along his back, making him inhale sharply. He continued to roll your nipple with his fingers before breaking the kiss and pulling his shirt off over his head.

He smiled down at you, looking positively angelic, and the fondness you were feeling exploded into something grand, something you weren’t yet ready to label, and you grinned as you pulled off your own shirt, leaving you bare from the waist up. Eddie paused to take you in, his beautiful face painted with adoration. You hoped he was feeling even half the depth of emotion you were, and from the look in his eyes, you guessed he probably was. 

He bent to capture your right nipple in his lips, sending the most glorious tingling sensation along your body. His curls tickled your skin as he bent to his task, all of the stimulation setting every nerve alight. He stopped, and raised his head to look into your eyes, his own pupils blown wide.

“Can– can I touch you?” he asked. You nodded. 

“Yes, Eddie,” you breathed, your heart pounding. “Yes, please touch me.”

He snaked his hand down along the length of your body and his fingers brushed the waistband of the borrowed boxers. “I’ve never been so happy to get into…my own pants,” he said, and you nearly doubled over laughing. “Ha, sorry,” he said, grinning.

“Come here,” you said, still laughing, and you kissed him again. “Where were we?” you murmured against his lips.

“Hmm, let me think,” he said, as he slipped his hand beneath the soft fabric, and your breathing hitched when his fingers found your heat. Tentatively, carefully, he moved his fingers toward your folds, and you arched your back as he found your clit. You keened softly as he circled the sensitive bud, and he pressed little kisses to the corner of your mouth before going in for a wet, deep kiss.

Propriety and any remaining shyness had fled as you kissed him ravenously, your teeth clattering with his as your tongues danced, his touches sending shockwaves along your body. With one hand you clutched the back of his head and with the other you moved down to his hardness, moving your hand along the thick denim of his jeans. He sighed when you palmed his bulge, and you moved to undo the button of his jeans and slide down the zipper.  He rose up on his knees to shimmy down his pants and kick them off the bed. 

Eddie Munson naked was a sight to behold. His hair was an unkempt mess of curls that cascaded over the tops of his shoulders. His smooth and nearly flawless pale skin was slightly flushed with arousal. He was all lean, long lines, but his muscles were defined, and his strong core rose and fell with his heavy breaths. As your eyes raked over his body and took in all of him, he smiled a little shyly. You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight of him.

"You like?" He asked.

"You're seriously hot, Munson," you said with a grin. 

He chuckled and grasped the waistband of your shorts and slid them off your legs, tossing them aside and exposing you from the waist down. You curled into yourself a bit, feeling a flash of vulnerability.

Eddie leaned down over you again, trailing his fingers along your body. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," he said softly. 

You nodded. "I want to do this," you said. "I want to do everything with you." You brought up a hand to cup his cheek and looked right into his eyes. "I trust you, Eddie."

His smile was radiant before he crashed his lips back onto yours. You kissed deeply as his hand returned to your heat, and his fingers teased your folds and circled your clit. You took his impressive length in your hand and pumped slowly, feeling his body tense up at the sensation, and he sighed into your mouth as you stimulated each other. For a while you simply lay together, limbs tangled, touching, kissing and exploring each other's bodies. 

As his touches slowly built in intensity, so did your excitement, and your sighs and gasps grew gradually louder. 

"I uh, I don't have a condom," he said.

"S'ok, I'm on the pill."

"Okay. Are you sure? Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes," you replied with an emphatic nod.

"I will never hurt you," he murmured.

"I know, Eddie," you answered.

"Unless you want me to," he added with a breathy chuckle, and you giggled, dispelling some of the tension.

He leaned forward and hooked his right elbow under your left knee to lift your leg and tilt your pelvis. With his left hand he cupped the back of your head, and then he positioned himself at your entrance and slowly began to push into you. You inhaled sharply at the sense of being filled and you arched your back, bringing your arms up around him to grasp his shoulders. After entering you fully and to the hilt, he paused, allowing you both to acclimate to each other. He pressed his forehead to yours and began to thrust slowly, languidly dragging out and pushing back in. You circled your hips, and you gasped when you felt his tip brush your inner g-spot. 

He kissed you again, and you moaned into his mouth as his thrusting picked up speed. He kissed you sloppily as he fucked you, and your gasps begin to build in intensity proportionate to the white heat building in your core. You lightly scratched at his back with your fingernails in your bliss, and Eddie picked up the pace, his ardent thrusting gaining fervor. 

He grunted and broke the kiss, his hips slamming into yours, your ass slapping audibly against his thighs, and you cried out as you rocked together roughly. He lifted the leg he had hooked through his arm higher and rested your ankle on his shoulder, increasing the angle and sensation. He was now hitting you so deep you felt like you were going to come apart in the best way.

“Eddie,” you panted as he fucked you, and with his right hand he fisted the bedclothes to gain even more leverage. You scratched him with your nails and he latched onto the side of your neck with his lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

“God Eddie, I’m so close…” you breathed haltingly, his delightfully punishing pace not slowing in the slightest.

“Come on then,” he panted, and pulled away just enough to lock eyes with you, and so it was that you were drowning in those beautiful brown eyes as your climax arrived with a crash. Your hips bucked so hard you thought you might throw him off, but he kept going as you cried out, the spasms rocking you senseless. 

It was a short time later that you felt Eddie's thrusts falter and grow erratic as his own orgasm took him, and he climaxed into your depths, capturing your lips again with his, and so he finished with another deep kiss.

When it was over, neither of you seemed able to move right away. Eventually Eddie rolled off of you and lay on his back beside you. You laid that way for several moments, breathing heavily together and relishing in the post ogasmic bliss. Eventually you looked over at him and chuckled contentedly. 

"What?" He grinned, all flushed and fucked out. God, he was beautiful.

"That was so good," you said. "Like, incredible, even. Wow."

"Yeah, it was," Eddie replied. "C'mere," he added, opening his arms. You snuggled up against him and nestled your head against his chest, sighing contentedly.

"I think this may have salvaged Christmas," he said with a light chuckle as he lazily trailed his fingers up and down your arm, your back, wherever they could reach. 

You giggled. "I would say so, yes." 

It was quiet for a while. 

"Can we just enjoy this moment, the rest of this day, without any more damn drama?" you asked nobody in particular, your voice growing heavy from exhaustion. 

"Mmmhmm, yes please," Eddie hummed, half asleep.

And so you drifted off together, a delightful post-coital Christmas Day nap. You felt safe as you dozed, and happy, despite everything else. 

When you were in love with Eddie Munson, the world didn't seem so bad after all. 

NEXT CHAPTER

Author's note: Thank you for reading. Sorry this one was a little late my loves, life can be a pickle. I really just wanted to give you all a cliffhanger break and end on a nice note for once, because I was afraid you all were gonna kill me. But be warned, the drama isn't over! I don't want to spoil much, but this will have a happy ending, so try not to worry! As always, comments and reblogs are a treasure. Thank you!

[danataylorversion]

My fav episode of this show! Not because it’s a “lesbian episode”!

BTW Anna Silk is hot as hell!

[padmaddean]

Erica & Cassidy

Being Erica S01E09 (2009-2011)