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fckinwild-kiwi · 11 months ago

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Dec. 1st: Introducing Christmas Traditions

Hello, my beautiful friends! It's been a while since I've posted and to help combat some of my writer's block...I am going to *try* and participate in @comp-lady's December Writing Challenge!

Day #1: Blanket Fort/Cooking Together

Warnings: Swearing (I think that is it, if there's something else, please let me know and I'll change it!) Word Count: 1.8k+ Words Pairing: Eddie x AFAB!Reader

"Do we really need to buy all of these random snacks for our movie night?" Eddie asked as he looked at the cart filling up before his eyes.

"Yes, I promise you these snacks are vital to the night going well."

"Princess," Eddie mumbled, looking at the girl whom he has been pining after for the last three years. "We don't need to spend all of this money to have a good time. We could order a pizza and split a six-pack like we normally do and I'd still have the best night of my life."

"You don't understand," Y/n said, finally meeting Eddie's eyes. "This is essential. Please just let me do this."

"Okay," Eddie reluctantly agreed. He could see her eyes pleading for him to just let it go. For the next half hour, Y/n and Eddie walked around the store filling the cart before hitting the checkout.

Once Y/n and Eddie made it back to the trailer, Y/n got to work unloading the groceries. "Eddie," She yelled from the kitchen.

"What is it, sweets?"

"I need to ask one more favor from you," Y/n mumbled, looking up at Eddie with what she hoped were puppy-dog eyes.

"Oh no," Eddie joked before looking at Y/n.

"It's nothing crazy, Eds! I just need you to run to Family Video, I forgot to grab the movie but it's already put on hold under my name. Steve or Robin can grab it for you, I'm pretty sure I paid for it too!"

"Why are we not just watching what we already have here?"

"We are not going to sit around and watch those slasher films for the 100th time. This is important, please?"

"Okay," Eddie sighed, before stepping forward to wrap his arms around her and mumbling into her hair. "Yeah, I'll go to Family Video, are you coming with me?"

"No, I have to do a few more things around here to get ready," She responded ominously before pushing Eddie out the door, his shoes in his hands.

As soon as Eddie was out of the trailer, Y/n got to work pre-heating the oven and opening the premade cookie dough to place on a cookie sheet. If there was one thing she noticed after being friends with Eddie for the last three years and longing for more than friendship for the last two, Eddie deserved to be showered with love. He deserved to be showered with love and kindness, especially during the coming holidays, in a way that Wayne could not provide him with. Y/n loved Wayne. He was always so kind and welcoming to her every time she was over but there was no denying that he could not give Eddie everything (even though he tried). Y/n wanted to help change that.

The week before, Y/n had hidden some Christmas lights and three Christmas mugs (that she was going to gift to her favorite Munson men) in a box behind the trailer. As soon as the cookies went into the oven, Y/n grabbed the lights and got to work. The worn couch that Wayne often slept on became the inspiration behind Y/n's plan. She grabbed the kitchen chairs, bringing them into the living room, and then grabbed two king-sized blankets from the linen closet in the hallway. After draping the blankets across the chairs and up to the couch while sitting on the floor. The lights illuminated the blanket shelter but opened up at the front so they could see they would be able to see the TV. It was a perfect oasis. Once Y/n was content with the fort, she moved on to the last part of her plan. Hot Cocoa. Once the pot was placed on the stovetop, Y/n grabbed the heavy cream and chocolate bar and started to slowly melt the two together. As the cocoa started to come to a boil, she heard the undeniable sound of Eddie’s van pulling up into the drive.

“Babe, why did you reserve Miracle on 34th Street it’s barely even the Christmas--“

“Surprise,” Y/n whispered as she watched Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise.

"What is all of this?"

“It most definitely is the Christmas season and I wanted to start the festivities with you,” Y/n said before smiling. “Wait, there’s one more thing!”

She rushed into the kitchen, taking the cookies out of the oven and grabbing the mugs for cocoa. “If I’m overstepping, please let me know,” She whispered, unsure of what to do with Eddie’s silence.

“What? No, Y/n. What? This is incredible. You made hot cocoa too? Cookies!?” He could not believe it.

“I figured since it’s December 1st, there is no better time to introduce you to my favorite holiday tradition than now. We skipped most of our movie nights last December and I respected that but I don’t want to do that again this year. If you and Wayne will have me, I want to make this your most Christmassy Christmas yet!”

“I would love that,” Eddie said as he smiled at the girl across the room from him. “Can I try some of that cocoa with those cookies now?”

"Of course you can!"

After settling in with a few cookies and their mugs of cocoa, Y/n led Eddie into the living room to show him the fort. “Get settled in there and I’ll put the movie in,” She said, smiling up at the curly-headed boy. Her excitement coming off in waves.

As they settled under the fort and opening credits began to play, Eddie pulled Y/n into his arms. “Thank you for this,” He mumbled into her hair.

“Of course Eddie,” Y/n responded, squeezing him tight. “You deserve all the good things.” “No, Y/n. I mean it. Thank you,” He said as he pulled away to look at her. “No one has ever cared about me this much or done anything this thoughtful for me. You’re my favorite person in the world.” “Eds, I mean it. You deserve all the great things this world has to offer. I’m sorry you’ve been dealt such a shitty hand but this,” She said, releasing her hands from around his waist to gesture to the twinkly lights surrounding them. “Is small in comparison to what you deserve.”

Eddie looked around, his eyes becoming watery at the gesture. “You’d do almost anything for the people you love, huh?” “No, but I would do almost anything for you.” “Baby,” Eddie whispered, turning to look at the girl beside him. He could not believe what he was hearing. “Are you saying-“ “I love--“ “No, you don’t get to say it to me first,” Eddie said, putting his finger to her lips. “I’ve loved you since your first day at school. I was willing to accept whatever you wanted to give me because our friendship is the most important thing to me. But I can’t settle for just friends anymore. Not when you make it so easy to love you with your giant ass heart and your life-changing hot cocoa.”

Y/n giggled, tears forming in her eyes. “Eddie, I’ve loved you forever too. God, knows I have. I’m pretty sure Wayne and Nancy have a bet going over which one of us was going to cave first.” “I hope it was Wayne,” Eddie mumbled. “It was definitely Nancy, Wayne thought you’d chicken out,” Y/n laughed as she hugged Eddie again. “Look at me, pretty girl,” Eddie whispered, releasing his hold on her. “What?” Y/n questioned as she looked at the brown-eyed boy before her. “I need to kiss you, okay?” Eddie said, his hands coming up to hold her cheeks. “I think I need to kiss you more than I need to breathe.”

“Well I’d hate to see you go,” Y/n giggled, her hands wrapping around his wrists. “Kiss me then, Munson.” Eddie wasted no time in bringing his mouth to hers. Y/n could sense the urgency in the kiss, it felt as though every wasted moment up until this point, was trying to erupt between the pair. Y/n groaned as Eddie’s tongue swiped across her bottom lip, asking for access. Y/n reached up, grabbing Eddie’s curls to tug him closer to her as their tongues began to explore each other. Too engrossed in learning each other, they did not hear Wayne walk in. As he slammed the door behind him, Eddie and Y/n broke apart, before looking up at Wayne sheepishly from underneath the fort. “Well it’s about damn time,” Wayne grumbled. “Sweetheart, who said it first?”

“Uh, Eddie cut me off so he could say it first,” Y/n said, her cheeks turning pink. “Damn it, I guess I owe Nancy $10.” “I can’t believe you bet against me, old man!” “I can, my love,” Y/n said, before kissing Eddie’s cheek. “Wayne, can I heat you up some cocoa? I brought a mug special for you!” “Now what kind of man would I be to say no to that?” Wayne asked. Y/n got up before winking at a blushing Eddie. “Would you like to watch Miracle on 34th Street with us too? We just started the movie, I don’t think you’ve missed much?” “That’s okay sweetheart. I appreciate the offer but I’ll probably leave you lovebirds to it. I’m going to get a drink or two with some guys at work. Can you make sure the couch is ready for me when I get back?”

“Absolutely,” Eddie said, finally speaking up. “I’ll take this with me for the road,” Wayne said, grabbing his new Christmas mug and pressing a kiss to Y/n’s head. “I love the mug, I can’t wait to add it to the collection.” “I’m glad you like it. We will make sure the living room is cleaned up by the time you get back,” Y/n assured Wayne before he nodded and left the trailer. “Finally he’s gone,” Eddie grumbled, pulling Y/n down on top of him. “Does this mean you’re finally my girl?” “I don’t know, are you asking me to be your girlfriend right now, Eddie?” “Yeah, will you be my girlfriend, Y/n?” “I’d love nothing more,” Y/n mumbled before leaning forward to press her lips against Eddie’s. Before she could let Eddie take it any further, she jumped up. “You’re on clean-up duty! I’ll be waiting for you in your room whenever you’re done. I love you, Eds!” Shaking his head, he couldn’t help but look up at the girl who made a pillow fort for him. “I bet I can finish this in less than two minutes!” “Hah, that’s what she said!” Y/n yelled from the bedroom before laughing maniacally. “Keep talking your shit, baby,” Eddie grumbled, running around the living room of the trailer.

A/N: I know it's been a minute since I've written anything so I welcome any positive advice or critique! Any negative or hateful responses will be blocked because I do not have to put up with hateful or mean people. <3

#eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x afab!reader #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #domestic december #comp-lady domestic december #fckinwild kiwi writing #fckinwild kiwi

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ninjasofl0v3 · 1 year ago

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Yang introduced Trans Ruby to the concept of edging, but she didn’t think Ruby would cum *that* much.

🦋 content! : incest. edging. overstimulation. filming during sex. begging / pleading.

"y— ang, c'mon, please."

"nu uh." the hand around ruby's cock doesn't still in how it strokes the entire flushed length, the pink tip leaking pre-cum as easily as silver eyes overflowed with tears. i can't take it anymore, ruby wants to gasp out but yang would only just ignore it by shoving two fingers into her sister's needy, drooling mouth if she dared. "i told you, only when i said so. understood?"

the prompt is echoed with the lightest squeeze of her cock & ruby swears she could see stars behind her eyes. i'm going to die like this. spread out on her older sister's bed, yang's lipstick marks on her hips & her cock & her thighs & her balls. her cock trembling with need, pure, desperate, ravenous need. the pathetic whine torn from her throat only draws a giggle from the blonde.

"gods, i didn't think you'd put on this much of a show. c'mon puppy, bark for the camera."

ruby swallows dryly, the moment of hesitant only drawing a light tap to her cock & a stern look from yang. when the blonde's hand rises again, a pathetic, high yelp pulls from her lips & yang smiles once more. her hand comes to curl fully around ruby's cock & another bark follows. "good girl!"

once more ruby is brought to the brink, the preciplce where every muscle in her abdomen tightens & she can't think through the suffocating haze of pleasure, of how the slick sounds of yang jerking her cock echo the room or how she's drooling so much she's left a wet spot on the comforter. when yang doesn't stop like she expects, another torturous round of feeling that haze to ebb in a way that leaves her delerious, ruby blinks up at her sister through the tears. sees that wide smirk & the lense of the camera documenting every moment of her desperation.

"cum for me, baby."

there's no thoughts in her mind, only the feeling of stars exploding behind her eyes, pleasure trailing through every vein, every inch of her body. the pleasured cry seems faraway to her ears, all ruby can feel is the pleasure growing, growing, never seeming to stop while she cums all over yang's hand, her face, the comforter, the camera.

when the edges of black faded from her vision, the camera was gone & there was only yang, happily licking up her little sister's cum from her fingers. a devious giggle & yang crawled over to her sister, tongue slipping into her mouth with all the familiarity they knew. the taste of her own cum on her sister's tongue had easily become ruby's near favourite addiction, second only to the breathy neediness of yang's voice in her ear.

"time for round two."

#aprecisionperson #rwby #lwde #ruby rose #yang xiao long #enabler #yang x ruby #ruby x yang #blog: writing #cat: wlw #nsft /#incest /#q

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darklydeliciousdesires · 2 years ago

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Beyond the Blood Tie - Chapter Sixteen.

Thanks so much to the little core group continuing to give this life! Eeeep, y’all might be a bit angry at me after you read this, though... awaiting @withmyteeth especially to come flying into my DM’s... xD

Previous Chapters - One Two, Part One Part Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen

Words - 5,605

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed

Warnings - 18+ content throughout. Minors DNI!

Edie's POV

Fifteen days. Fifteen days have now passed since I last saw Angel, and I actually feel a lot better for not seeing him, if I'm truthful. If I'm one hundred perfect honest, I can’t deny I've really missed him. He has a lot of presence, and I like it. I also like the feeling of peacefulness he gives me, the nice feeling of contentment I get when I'm next to him.

I remember that one time we shared a bed two weeks ago, after I turned over because I couldn't stand being nudged with an erection. I lay there for a while, eyes closed but not able to immediately drop off. Just before I did finally fall asleep, I felt him move closer to me, he kissed my shoulder and then put his arm around me and moved no more. It was a little spooky when I woke during the night and moved him and he just flopped onto his back like a dead body. I suppose that's essentially because he is.

I'm getting on with life, though, because I'm not some lovesick teenager. I'm just disappointed, because I think we could be good together, but realistically, it'll never happen, or at the very least we'd have a damn good time in the bedroom, if it wasn't for his not so little problem in that department. If only he could control it. But hey, you can't live your life in 'if only' land, can you? Well, I know some people do, but I don't. If I did, I'd have never gotten over what my mother inflicted upon me. In other news, though, it seems my mind has been taken off him in another way, the way Ahmed suggested, in fact.

"Come here, you fell asleep with those false eyelashes on! Look at this!" Katya announces to me in bed on Saturday morning, just under two weeks after I first met her and had what I thought would be a one-night stand. I've seen her four times since then. She's just reached across and pulled off one of the false eyelashes I did indeed fall asleep wearing, after we'd had copious amounts of sex, that is.

"I wondered why it felt like I had spiders crawling across my eyes," I exclaim, pulling off the other one while she laughs. She met me from work last night, and we went for some late night eats and a few drinks, and today we're going to the movies to watch a screening of the old classic Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom. Harrison Ford has to be my favourite actor. I sometimes wish I'd been born pre-disaster, so I could have enjoyed his films while he was still alive.

After that, I'll be coming home to have some Edie time before I'm going out with my friends, but I've planned to see Katya again next Wednesday before I go to work. Again, last night when we came home, I could feel Angel right outside, just as he has been any other time she's been here. He stays until dawn is about to break and then I feel him leave, the blood tie getting weaker when he isn't right outside my bedroom window. It would seem creepy, if I couldn't pick up on what he's feeling when he's out there. What I can sense from him are feelings of jealousy, resentment, and even sadness and longing.

I've made sure my bedroom curtains have been closed fully together though, so that his possible face at the window hasn't scared the shit out Katya again like it did the first night she was ever here. To be honest, I have been wondering if he ever will get in touch with me again, or reveal himself to me when I know he's been watching. He only does it when I'm with Katya, though, never when I'm by myself. I have pondered popping down to the tattoo shop, but I don't want it to look like I'm chasing him.

"Tell you what, little miss spider lashes. I'm getting a little more used to where everything is in your kitchen now, so how about you go get showered and I'll make us some French toast. You got eggs and bread and all that?" Katya asks me, sitting up and giving my leg a little stroke from where it's sticking out from under the covers.

"Sure, means I can give you a proper kiss after I've brushed my teeth too," I say, about to move before she grabs my arm.

"When I stink like something died in my mouth too, I don't give a shit," she giggles, leaning around and giving me a big kiss. Okay, so her kisses don't arouse me as much as Angel's do, but she's damn good at it. After being held down by the gorgeous, leggy redhead and kissed within an inch of my life, we get up, me going to the bathroom and her heading to the kitchen. By the time I'm done in the shower, I move to the kitchen and immediately fall into hysterics, finding Katya naked but an apron and her skyscraper heels.

"I have to say, I approve of your outfit choice," I giggle while admiring the view.

"I thought you might! Anyway, sit down and eat before it goes cold." She says, before turning to fetch the coffee. I think I might be onto a good thing here, and not because she makes me breakfast in only heels and an apron. I can't say I'm looking for a relationship, and I've been very straight with her in letting her know that. She's fine with it as well, saying she's 'happy just getting to know you a little better' as the lady herself words it.

After we've eaten and she's got herself ready, we leave my house, going to do a little shopping before we take a cab to the movie theatre for the 1pm showing. She's a great girl and we get on really well, the sex is good too, but I dunno. There isn't that sparkle there with her, you know when you first meet someone, and you get on so well with them that you're dying to see them again the second they leave your side? I don't get that with her.

When we go our separate ways at 4pm later this afternoon, I register straight away that I feel nothing even remotely close to missing her, or excitement about seeing her again. I used to feel that with Angel, the second he'd leave my side, I'd miss him. I have a connection with him, but with Katya, from my point of view at least, I don't really feel we do. I suppose that's my feelings for Angel overshadowing it. I think I just need a little more time to adjust to the fact that I really am becoming emotionally attached to him, and I can't let myself. Maybe this whole thing with Katya is being marred by the fact that I feel so drawn to Angel, and felt that so very soon after meeting him as a detainee. It just grew even more when he was released.

"Why the hell can't you get over someone you were never even with, Edie Larissa Bailey?" I ask my reflection as I do my makeup later on after arriving home. Really, what's with me? This just isn't like me at all, as Ahmed correctly identified over two weeks ago, I usually don't get hung up on people. I'm very much a move onwards and upwards kinda gal. It's with this in mind that I continue my makeup applying routine, stick on a set of false nails and then dress ready for what promises to be a good night out. It's just me, Sasha and Miley tonight, and I meet the two lovely ladies at 7pm sharp down at a new bar that's opened up called The Lemon Tree, finding them sitting at a table close to the bar when I arrive ten minutes late.

"Sorry, sorry I just couldn't get a damned cab!" I reply, which is the honest truth.

"Too busy enjoying yourself with Katya, more like," Sasha teases me with before pushing a bourbon over ice across the table to me.

"No not at all, I saw her last night and she stayed over, and then we went to see a movie earlier, but went our separate ways at about 4pm," I explain.

"So, how's it going with her?" Miley asks, looking more excited about it than I actually feel.

"It's going well. I'm seeing her again next Wednesday. We're not serious though, and I don't want it to become that either. I'm just not looking for that.” Somehow, my friends don't quite look convinced.

"You're still thinking about him and what could be, aren't you?" Sasha gently suggests.

She’s got me. "A little, yes. Look, I really don't want to talk about him, girls. I think about him enough as it is, I just want to get on with things without his damned name being mentioned.” My request is honoured, receiving understanding nods before our conversation moves on.

We have a really good night there at the new bar, well, we enjoy ourselves until around 9.30pm, when I'm ordering the last round of drinks before we move on to a club, when I attract the kind of attention I definitely don't want.

"Yeah you've got strange coloured hair, but I'd still do you, babe," some creep at the bar tells me, sidling on over to me.

"Oh, am I supposed to be grateful for that comment? What, you think my hair colour stands against me getting laid?" I turn my head to ask him.

"Woah, no need to bite my head off, sugar. Just being complimentary is all. What a nice little ass you have too," he then continues, before making the most fatal mistake he ever could. He reaches under my dress and squeezes my bare ass, earning himself a fist in the face when I turn around and punch him.

"Back off! You can’t just go around grabbing hold of any woman you please! You should be ashamed!" I shout at him before turning to take the drinks back to our table. Except when I go to walk away, the pervert who just grabbed my ass stops me in my tracks by grabbing a handful of my hair, dragging me backwards before slapping my face a few times. The other men around the bar immediately jump to my aid, Sasha even steaming over holding a chair while people shout 'hey, let go of her!' and similar all around us.

Everything starts to spin into frenzy as I feel myself being dragged backwards, my scalp burning as I try and reach back to elbow him. He grabs my wrist, moving me as I struggle against him, and just before he goes to smack my head off the actual bar itself, there's suddenly a boom of the bar doors crashing open, and a voice so loud and scary following it, the entire bar goes quiet in an instant.

"Let her the fuck go. Now," Angel booms from the door, pointing at the man who has hold of me. The man stops just as everyone else has, but yet he still has hold of me by my hair. I blink, and Angel is right in front of us, staring at the man so hard and so coldly, I really don't know what is about to happen. The man smirks, actually squaring up to him. Oh dude, big, big mistake. When you've a vampire looming over you, growling in the back of his throat, a growl that sounds eerily inhuman, and a pissed off crease in his forehead with the same depth as the Grand Canyon, you back down. For the sake of your life, you back down.

"I said let her go," he hisses in a dangerously quiet voice, his eyes set in an unblinking stare. Still the man looks defiant.

"What fucking business is it of yours, huh?" he almost laughs. I can see half the bar already starting to wince, the half that know just how dangerous vampires are when they're annoyed. Just then, Angel's hand shoots out, gripping the man's wrist so hard, I hear bones shattering under the strain, the man screaming in pain before finally, he lets go of the painful tug upon my hair.

"Are you okay?" He asks, while continuing to crush the wrist within his grasp. I nod, actually trembling a little. I'm not scared of what happened, I'm trembling because of the wild emotions running through me, Angel picking up on the fact I was in trouble and zooming to my side immediately.

"If you ever, ever come near her again I will personally rip out all of your organs in alphabetical order, drain your blood and leave what is left for my wolves to eat for dinner. Do you fucking hear me?" He snarls, hand moving to grip around his throat as he continues to growl at him. Goddamn, that's a scary noise, the sound of a vampire growling with displeasure. It neither sounds human or animal.

"Y-yep, I-I p-promise man, j-j-just let go of me, I won't come near her again," the man stammers, scared and embarrassed as he realises being cocky with a vampire really didn’t earn him any favours.

"Damned straight, you won't," Angel vouches, literally throwing him from one side of the bar to the other with one hand. The man's body goes flying through the air before it crashes against the many bottles and glasses stacked behind the bar, the wood behind where they were all placed completely broken through. Still, everyone is silent, just staring at Angel as he takes his wallet out and then pulls a credit card from it.

"Please, ring up the estimated costs of the damages on that. I'm sorry I had to smash up a part of your establishment, but no one does that to her and gets away with it," he tells the bar owner who is standing by the register looking stunned.

"Erm, that's very good of you. Thanks,” he nods, taking the card from Angel with a slightly shaky hand and putting it into the credit card machine by the register. Once he's charged up the amount and Angel tells him to take another five hundred dollars for his trouble, he takes his card back and then turns to me.

"I need to talk to you; I won't keep you five minutes.” Taking my hand and leading me from the bar as everyone all around begins to talk again, the music starting up once more too, I indicate to my friends I'll just be a minute before heading outside. Once we’ve left, he leads me away from the frontage of the bar and down to a small alleyway three buildings along. Letting go of my hand, he stands and stares at me for a few moments, shaking his head sadly, kissing my forehead as he takes my face in my hands. I look up at him, and see his eyes brimming with bloodied tears.

"Angel, what..." is as far as I can get, before he leans down and kisses me. He kisses me with everything he has, it almost feels, a kiss that is ten times more intense than any other I can remember sharing with him, or with anyone else for that matter. Oh fuck, this isn't good. Two weeks apart and he still can’t fight the urge to kiss me, and I still can’t pull away from it either when he does.

"I'm sorry for kissing you again, but it's the last time I'll ever do it, so I wanted it to be a good one, one that I'll remember for the centuries without you to come," he begins, sounding very serious and dramatic. Just as I'm about to ask him what he's talking about, he continues. "I can't see you again, Edie. Not ever. It's too hard, wanting you in the way I do, without being able to have you. It isn't just sex; it goes beyond that. Maybe if it were, I could get over you, but the only way I can is to cut you out of my life completely. I don't want to do it, please see that I don't. But I have to," he states, blinking two bloodied tears down his face. Inside, I feel like my heart just burst, but not in a good way. The sadness I feel is only multiplied more by the fact I can feel the exact same thing coming from him. He doesn't want this. Neither of us do.

"I understand, I don't like it, but I understand if this is what you feel is best, then I have to begrudgingly accept your wishes. I just know I won't forget about you as easily as you'll forget about me, but I have to just deal with it. Bye, Angel," I sob, turning away with tears in my eyes that I don't want him to see. Just then, I feel both of his arms lock around me, stopping me from walking another step.

"Do you want to know when I'll forget you, Edie? I'll forget you after the faces of every other person I've ever loved blink themselves out of my memory, and all that's left is you. So don't, don't tell me I'll forget you easily, when I never, ever will. In hearing that, you should damn well know what you mean to me, and it's because you mean so much to me that I have to let you go. Just don't ever, ever think it's because I wanted to." Those are his last words to me, for a second later, he's gone, out of my life forever.

Standing here alone, I uncomfortably absorb the shock of his words, or at least try to deal with how it's made me feel, to know I'm never going to see him again. I know Aileen suggested to me that perhaps not seeing him would be the best thing, but nothing could have prepared me for what I feel right now, like a cold wave has washed over me, knocking me down completely. I feel capsized, in the middle of a lonely sea, tears rolling down my cheeks as it hits me. I’m never going to see him again.

Angel's POV

I hate myself right now. I absolutely, categorically, did not want to do what I just did. I do not want to cut Edie out of my life, but I have to. I can’t be around her; it's destroying me enough, having her on my mind constantly, even though I haven't seen her for two weeks. In those few minutes I spent with her tonight, though, it all came bubbling up, everything about her that pulls me in closer than any other human has through my entire time being a vampire. Feeling her feelings right now, I know she's upset, and all I want to do is go back and wrap her in my arms, tell her I'll never leave her side again. I can't, though, I have to be without her, and there is absolutely no way around it. I'll never forget her, because she's simply unforgettable.

Her strength, her resolution that no one or nothing would stop her from being happy, from surviving after all she was put through, how calm and peaceful she makes me feel, how I know her presence helps me settle into myself more, how I feel nothing but contented and happy when she's around, how I love those beautiful blue eyes and her little giggle, none of it will leave me.

Every memory I have of her is burned into my mind, ready to replay when I feel myself missing her. At least, just fleetingly, I knew her at all. Every time I've had sex with Sissy or any other vampire over the last fortnight, it's been Edie I've thought of, Edie's face I've seen, Edie, Edie, Edie. I can't get her out of my mind, so cutting her out of my life is what I have to do. I can’t torture myself, and I can’t do the same to her either.

"So, where was the fire?" Eric asks, when I zoom back into the tattoo shop and glove up again quickly, apologising to my client, who left sitting here in the chair when I felt Edie's distress flare up massively. Luckily, she's okay about it now I've returned to finish her tiger tattoo, which stretches down the side of her ribcage. I wouldn’t really care if she wasn’t, though. Edie comes first. Came first. Past tense now.

"I just had something to attend to, nothing to concern you." My words are delivered with a look that tells him loud and clear not to question me further, Eric taking the hint and turning back to the light box, where he's sketching out a line drawing without another word. I don't want to talk about Edie to anyone ever again. Her name is not to be mentioned to me, and once we're clear of clients, I actually let Eric know that.

"Alright, dude. There’ll be no further mention of the E word. It's a fucking shame, though, she was a nice girl. I liked the influence she had on you. You were more chilled when she was around, even though that time was very brief. Sorry, man," he offers, looking about as sympathetic as a vampire can.

"Yeah, it is a shame." is all I reply with before my next client comes through the door and I'm busy getting her line drawing done of the photograph of her two twin babies she wants etching onto her shoulder. Portraits are tricky, getting that likeness absolutely spot on, and I enjoy the hour it takes me to do them both, because I concentrate so hard on getting the two faces exactly like the photo, that Edie is taken away from my thoughts completely.

It isn't until I'm finished for the night that I pick up on her, and I know she's still upset. It's like everything within her is calling to me to come and make it all better again, I know she wants me to be by her side as much as I truly want to be there. Nothing has ever made me feel this weak, nothing as a human or a vampire, for that matter. I cannot cave to her though, I just can't do it.

"My dear child, what on earth is the matter? Your sadness, it weighs on you so heavily," Ursula asks me with concern, after following me up to my room later on, where I was hoping to abscond to for a little privacy.

"Earlier this evening, I told Edie I never want to see her again, that's what's weighing heavily upon me," I mutter, staring at the floor until I feel her fingers lifting my chin. She then lays a little kiss on my lips before sitting down, wrapping me in a hug.

"This is not something you truly want either, is it?" I shake my head to indicate my reply is a firm no. "I must say I am disappointed in how you've just given up, but I know the reason why you have, and why it would be too difficult to keep her in your life," she begins before for the first time ever, I cut her up.

"I know what you're getting at, but it isn't that, and I don't want to speak of Edie for a moment longer, because I can’t. I'm sorry." I state, unravelling from her embrace and leaving the house again just as quickly as I came.

“Angel, wait,” she calls.

“No. I need to be alone.” I throw over my shoulder, while hurtling from the house. That was the first time I ever dared interrupt my creator, and I wasn't scolded for it as I expected. I guess she knows only too well what turmoil I'm going though right now, that the maelstrom of thoughts circling my brain is too much for me even as a vampire to begin dealing with. Cutting Edie from my life is what I needed to do, but yet the aftermath of doing that has sent my thoughts into total chaos. So much chaos that I unintentionally end up somewhere I probably shouldn't have gone, either.

Walking through the Nevada desert, sand pouring into my boots with every step, I hear the noises it yields all around me like sonic booms. Rattlesnakes, crickets, everything is even more amplified to my ears right now, my senses blazing. I wish there was something I could imbibe, to take the edge of what I feel, an intoxicant of some kind. I can’t be bothered to go virgin hunting, though, which is the only thing that works in getting us drunk, so I'm stuck with mentally wrestling everything in my head. I'd switch myself off, but it'd only be there when I was fully alert again.

“I wish I'd never met you, Edie.” I say aloud, into the nothingness of the desert. Or rather, what I think is nothingness.

"Who's Edie then? Another girl you had sex with and killed at the end?" I hear a voice ask me. Fuck, fucking fuck! I shouldn't have come to this specific place, because of a fact about vampires you do not know (do you? I stand corrected if you do). We can communicate loud and clear with the dead, with ghosts. We can see them, hear them and talk to them, whereas they seldom make themselves known to humans. It's very difficult for the dead to connect with the living, but with vampires, since we’re dead too, it means we can. Who I just heard was the ghost of the last human girl I tried to have sex with. Of course, I buried her out here. That is a fact I had completely forgotten about, until I heard her voice.

"Kate," I sigh awkwardly, turning around and seeing her transparent form walking across the sand to me.

"That's all you can say, just my name? After you killed me and buried me out here instead of giving me a proper grave, that's all you can say, 'Kate'?" she continues tersely.

"I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," I tell her honestly.

"Yeah, I know that, now! Five years ago, while I was still fucking alive it might have been nice to be given the option of death by orgasm or not, don't you think? Selfish vampire asshole," she fumes at me, seething sarcasm. I can't blame her for it, she's dead because of me, after all.

"I really should have given you the choice, but I was confident in the fact I could control myself, when I really couldn't. You paid for my mistake with your life, and I do feel genuine regret over that," I explain. God, this is bad. I didn’t think I’d ever have to deal with the consequences of my actions in such a direct way.

She snorts loudly, folding her arms. "Hah, you're a vampire. Like you regret anything!”

"I do, believe me I do," I enforce to her.

"I should have known better than to trust one of your kind. My daddy told me you were all bad, completely selfish, blood sucking, murdering assholes! I had so much to live for, Angel!" she cries.

"I'm so sorry, Kate. I wish I'd never have bothered, and you're right, I was selfish. Not any more though," I tell her, feeling just as awful as I did when I gently laid her body into the ground five years ago.

"Oh really, with how many lives lost to you, you decide that now? Well, that's too fucking late for me! My parents, they still search for me, you know. I've trailed after them screaming as they've walked this desert, calling my name over and over, I've been shouting at the top of my fucking voice that I'm there with them, but they just can't see me. You broke my parent's hearts, you fucking bastard! I was twenty-one years old!" she continues to vent at me, beginning to cry.

"I said I'm fucking sorry! I didn't want you to die; I didn't want any of you to die!" I roar at her, turning and then moving to right in front of her ghostly form. "I didn't want to end up murdering you, you need to believe that. Now stop fucking haunting me and fuck off."

"Whoever Edie is, I hope she's still alive." Those are the last words Kate speaks, for when I turn around, her ghost is gone. It makes it hit home even more, how I really cannot let the same happen to her. I've done the right thing by her in refusing to see her again, severing all ties with her. It feels like the most wrong though, the most wrong thing I've done in recent years. I feel like I'm fighting against my nature somehow, which is because, to emphasise my point once more, I did not want this. I came to this resolve four hours ago, and it feels like four years have passed since I kissed her goodbye in that alleyway. No woman has ever made me feel like this in my vampirism, no one at all.

I also feel angry at myself, for giving up on befriending a human, my sex drive as well as other factors I'm not prepared to admit to myself driving a massive wedge in the way of it. It makes me feel weak, and I am far from it. I’m proud and strong, yet I've given in at the first hurdle, because of a massive weakness for Edie. I feel like I'm failing Ursula, too, in the fact she told me I should treat this as a test of my maturity. I just gave up, because it was easier to do so, but I did what I did for Edie, ultimately. I'm no good for her. I'll just keep messing her around, making my actions betray my words all the time, not having the willpower just to be her friend.

"See, your life is simple. Reproduce, eat, look cute, and hide from snakes." I tell a wild fennec fox I see running out from between his den to a large rock, stopping mid-way and staring at me. There are so many little critters around here that you wouldn't have found in the Nevada desert a hundred years ago. Fennec foxes, native to Africa, are just one of them. He makes a little noise and two more come running out before the three of them scamper off at speed to another rock two hundred yards away. My life simple before Edie came along, but I know it'll get better in time. What I can't stand more than not seeing her is still being able to feel her, and right now she's not happy in the slightest. This is entirely my fault.

Knowing I need to feed, I head back into Las Vegas at speed, going to one place in particular. I make a visit to a vampire bar and find the first willing human I can to procure my second feed of the night, drink from him and then leave, heading to a place I really do know I more than likely shouldn't be going to. There's a large tree in Edie's back yard, and after shooting to near the top of it, I sit on the branch and look in through the open curtains of her lounge.

She's sitting on the couch, all curled up in a ball, just staring at the flickering television in front of her. Feeling her through the blood tie, I can feel that she's really sad. Her head turns as many thoughts as mine does. I want to jump out of this tree and go let myself into her house, hold her tightly to me and tell her how wonderful she is and how she shouldn't be sad over me. She'll find someone, in fact I think she already has found someone. I'll never find anyone else like her.

After a few minutes she gets up and stands by the glass doors that lead out to her back yard, looking even sadder as she looks all around her garden. She can feel I'm close by, she's looking for me, so to not cause her further upset I leave at that moment, moving at speed until I'm up on the main road that leads back to where I live. I need the walk before I head home, because I know Ursula will have plenty to say when I arrive.

I can refuse to talk to everyone else, and I even managed to hold her off for a little while, but I know I have it coming, her sitting me down to talk to me. She's always been the same, she's a very involved creator, who always wants the best for me. She'll get me to express my every thought to her, and then talk me through some sort of solution to the overall problem. Yet when I arrive, her simple statement requires nothing in depth, just the honest truth.

"You’re in love with her, aren’t you?" she asks, as I close the front door behind me, turning to her.

I pause, sighing. “Yeah, I am.”

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What is your favourite content that SnC have ever produced like do you like the challenges most or the travelling most? Or is the spooky shit the best stuff? Or the XPLR stuff? Basically we've known they've changed up their content alot over the years, but which content have you enjoyed the most? Not one specific video, but like the whole genre, lol. Sorry I suck at wording the thoughts in my brain sometimes.

I totally got what you were asking, anon, no worries!

To me, they had a few very specific style changes, or eras, over the years: the early days stuff with the challenges and sit downs, the xplr days, haunted 1.0 (2019 into the pandemic), the "we don't know what the fuck to do with ourselves cause covid" era, 25x25, and haunted 2.0.

Mixed in with all that have been a few sub-eras that mostly played out on their personal channels, like: the prankz!!!, the 3am challenges, traphouse vlogs, sit down vids, react vids, etc., but I'm mostly just looking at their main channel so I won't include any of that kind of stuff.

For nostalgic purposes, I have to give it to the xplr days. That was when I started watching them and honestly, that stuff was just so simple and pure and not over the top...it was just two idiots breaking into abandoned buildings for 10 minutes a week.

Does that mean I want to see them go back to that? Hell no, lol. I do not want to see two almost 30 year olds with two mansions, a whole ass production team, and a POLICE RECORD trying to recreate their lost youth by breaking into shit. Remakes and reboots never work. Leave xplr in the past so we can all look back on it fondly.

But yea, for nostalgia purposes, that would be my favorite.

As far as production quality, editing, filming and storytelling, I think they hit their stride with the haunted 2.0 content, and truly are putting out the most professional and high quality content they ever have right now. Of their two haunted eras, this era is my favorite for that reason alone, and would definitely be my second favorite era overall.

Coming in third place would be 25x25. I loved the concept of 25x25, and the first couple episodes before they completely lost the plot on it were also great from a production and storytelling standpoint...I just think they tried to do that at the worst possible time and then gave up on it way too easily. Maybe they can try again for 30 (now that they made peace with Elton, I'm sure he'll keep his goddamn ass mouth shut about it if they do, so at least there's that).

The treasure hunting (aka "we don't know what to do with ourselves cause covid") era was...fine, I guess. I liked the videos but I also know they were just scrambling to find some way to keep their channel afloat in the midst of the pandemic, and I also remember all the drama that waa going on around them during those days so I really don't look back on that era too fondly at all, lol.

Haunted 1.0 in 2019...bleh. I enjoyed some of it at the time, but got sick of the antics and theatrics really quick and in my opinion, most of those videos hold up about as well as moldy cheese left in the sun, so...pass, lol.

The pre xplr days stuff is just embarrassing to me, like I get secondhand embarrassment watching a lot of that stuff lol. Hard, hard pass.

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riotgrrrl200 · 2 years ago

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Influential Zines and Flyers from the Riot Grrrl Movement

Zines are one of the biggest parts of the Riot Grrrl movement and without them, I truly believe that the Riot Grrrl movement would not have happened. A zine is print-work that was not officially published and is most of the time DIY-ed in order to share artwork or ideas. These are typically passed around and found out about by word of mouth rather than actually publishing the works. These concepts are another example of the anti-capitalist ideas that came from and were very popular during the Riot Grrrl movement. Along with zines, there were also flyers and posters made by the leaders of the movement. Since this was a pre-internet movement, there weren’t many ways of getting the word out other than radio, television, or book publishing but those are all options that they would have to pay for. If they were to pay into any of those options it would be directly opposing one of the central ideas of the movement which is to be anti-capitalist. Zines, posters, and flyers were the best option seeing as they could make them themselves which is empowering in itself but it would also be able to be entirely controlled by one group of people. They were able to curate exactly what they wanted their brand to be and they were able to say exactly what they wanted to without being censored.

One zine that I want to discuss is the original Riot Grrrl zine. It was created by Molly Neuman and Allison Wolfe of Bratmobile. This zine would be given out at shows and they would mail the zines wherever they could so that they could spread their information as often and quickly as possible. The original cover of the zine gives a much more sexy and flirty look to the Riot Grrrl movement.

This cover was from July of 1991 when the movement was just starting and my interpretation of it was that the creators were not sure of how the public was going to react to anything other than a cutesy version of the movement that it would one day turn into. The imagery with the hearts and the uncapitalized writing in a somewhat romantic font is not the image I get when I think of what Riot Grrrl means to me. The woman on the cover is fulfilling a typical male fantasy that we see in media such as James Bond films. She is a beautiful character who is holding a gun (which is a notoriously phallic symbol) and she looks as though she is in distress. This is certainly not the type of character I would think would embody what Riot Grrrl is meant to be but maybe that was the point. Maybe this was a way of reclaiming these things and giving them more meaning and power than what our patriarchal society has given them.

The next thing I want to discuss is this flyer made by Kathleen Hanna of Bikini Kill. This is a much more expected visual from the Riot Grrrl movement. The red and black signal to the recipient that there is anger behind the words. When you actually read the content of this flyer you come across short sentences such as “Burn down the walls that say you can’t” and “Acknowledge emotional violence as real”. These sentences along with the rest help the reader to understand that this is a battle. The flyer in its entirety does the movement justice by having real substance in a short and straight-forward way. Hanna talks to the viewer and makes it a personal issue rather than an over thing. She is talking to you through the paper and it is such a powerful tactic. She simplifies the entire movement and puts it on one page so that you can understand what is happening and how you can change things. While this is a part of the movement for sure, there is no advertisement for Bikini Kills shows or no contact information. This document is entirely for the purpose of helping the person overcome things that the movement was fighting for rather than trying to get the person to buy into something which is an issue that I think is very prominent. Their objective with this movement is to make sure that the participants are strong, independent people who are all fighting for the same cause without trying to get anything from them. The whole movement is to empower and while I am sure that the leading bands of the movement such as Bikini Kill and Bratmobile wanted to get popular, the movement was more important than becoming famous which is why I love Riot Grrrl so deeply and why it has resonated with me so much.

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Mackenzie Whaley: Honey Head Films Blog #3

Week three at the hive, and I’ve been having such a great time.

I have been working a lot with the platform Airtable. It is software that allows Honey Head to combine the features of a spreadsheet with a database to help us organize and manage information. It’s been very easy to learn and work with this week.

A while ago I sent out emails to a list of actors that Honey Head partners with to see if they would be interested in working with the Shoot Like a Girl summer camp. I’ve been using Airtable to organize who’s able to participate, their headshots, and contact information. That way, the campers will be able to cast efficiently when the time comes.

Also using Airtable, I created a registration form for all the campers coming to Shoot Like a Girl. This form went out with another email about the payment schedule. I love how this platform is able to organize and store data efficiently. I’ve been told that this is a great tool for producers to use during pre-production and production. I am glad I am learning it now! Another way I used Airtable this week was when I was brainstorming locations for the music videos we will be filming for Shoot Like a Girl. I had to research cool and accessible places for us to film music videos and then put them into a spreadsheet on Airtable for us to have easy access later. This week, in preparation for camp, I also designed and sent out scholarship letters on Canvas for the girls coming to camp.

On Friday, we shot content for the Wilmington Underground Film Festival social media accounts.

Isa and I did a little arts and crafts this week, she made this amazing TV head and I painted newspapers. What we filmed were ideas and content that we pitched at our WUFF meeting last week. It’s been really cool to see our ideas come to life. For the festival, we are currently in the process of building up hype and getting submissions.

Overall, I would say I am gaining a lot of experience here at Honey Head, whether that be hard or soft skills. I am so looking forward to next week at the hive!

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INNER WEST FILM FESTIVAL DAY4

4/15 It has been three days since my previous trip to IWFF. During these three days, I had to spend a lot of time beautifying, editing, screening and editing videos and photos. After systematically using lightroom and davinci to pre-process all available photos, I began to upload them one by one to the online network disk shared by the staff. Due to the slowness of my home network, I had to spend a lot of time in front of my computer with it turned on to make sure the uploaded files weren't paused or lost. Unfortunately, bad weather conditions also occurred repeatedly during these three days. Although it was not a complete restart, it also affected the uploading progress of the material to a certain extent (one day, the Internet was completely disconnected for 8 hours. ) In short, before continuing to discuss my processing of the completed shooting materials, let me first record the content of the internship on April 15th. That day, my shift was scheduled at Dendy Cinemas Newtown. The time listed for me in the call sheet I received was 6pm. After the experience of the previous two days, I arrived at the scene at about 5:45. The situation at the scene completely exceeded my expectations. At first glance, the entrance to the cinema was surrounded by crowds and queues. The grand occasion was even higher than the busiest time of the previous day. Just when I thought I was too late and was about to apologize and start shooting as soon as possible, I saw the staff standing relaxedly near the main entrance, showing no signs of being busy at all. This bothers me greatly. Anyway, I packed up my equipment and belongings as quickly as possible, and came forward with my camera in hand to ask about the specific situation. The result is completely out of control. The staff told me that the IWFF media board was not sent, and there were no other organizers on site. All we had was two pillars, a table and some brochures. All the people present were there to take part in a photo session with another actor. It took me a moment to understand what was going on. I cautiously asked what I should do. The staff member helplessly replied that he didn't know, and half-jokingly said to me, "Try taking pictures of other people to participate in our activities?" ’ I also know that this is not realistic, and the most important thing is that it is inappropriate, but anyway I made some small attempts, such as putting the queue of people and the IWFF pillars into the same picture, and placing the brochure in a specific way. Display panels that shape and blur the crowds and other activities behind. Or trying to capture a passerby who comes to ask about our brochure. But the good times did not last long. In just half an hour, the people queuing up at the scene had gradually entered the hall where they were, which meant that the entrance area had become very deserted. As the staff evacuated, I had no choice but to end the day's work.

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Fire Damage Restoration - How to Get Your Home Back on Its Feet After a Fire

Whether you are in the middle of a fire or you've recently suffered from a fire, there are several things you can do to recover from the damage. This includes cleaning up and drying the affected area, removing unrepairable items and odor removal. Soot and smoke cleanup Depending on the type of fire, you may need to hire a professional restoration service to clean up soot and smoke from your home. Soot is an acidic substance that can damage the property in many ways. Soot and smoke cleanup requires careful handling and cleaning. Soot is produced by incomplete combustion. It is a greasy film that can damage surfaces. You can scrub stains with a commercial cleaner, but it will leave a residue behind. Lynchburg Water Damage Restoration can help you get your home back in order. Leaving soot and ash intact will only create more damage. It can also make people sick. To avoid this, you should call an insurance company and start cleaning right away. You can also contact a restoration service to help you clean up the odors from your home. Soot can easily get into attic spaces and HVAC systems. It can also spread into wall cavities. To prevent this, you should use screens and open windows to let the air escape. You should also try to prevent mold from growing. Drying out the affected area Getting your house back in order after a big fire is no small feat. Fortunately, there are companies aplenty that specialize in restoring your structure to like new. They may not be able to repair your home, but they can make sure that your rugs and your carpets get a good shake, and that your furniture and your belongings are safe and sound. Taking the time to prepare your property is also a great way to avert a disaster. Having the proper insurance is the best way to go about securing your home. This will help you get back on your feet in no time at all. Having a plan of attack is also a good idea. You might want to consider hiring an insurance agent before you start a major remodel, a process that can take months to complete. Restoring furniture Getting your home back on its feet after a fire may be daunting, but a professional restoration company can help you get the look and feel of your pre-fire days back in a hurry. One of the best ways to determine how much damage your home has suffered is to conduct a post-fire damage evaluation. This is the first step to restoring your house to its pre-fire glory. For example, if you have fire damaged floors, walls, and furniture, it will be necessary to remove them before the new ones can be put in place. It will also be necessary to clean up the remnants of the old ones. There are a number of things you should do to mitigate the risk of a fire occurring in your home. This includes disconnecting utilities, removing the contents of closets, and cleaning up the mess. Odor removal During the process of fire damage restoration, odor removal is an important step. After all, a stubborn smoke odor can compromise the quality of your indoor air. It can also pose health hazards to you and your family. Luckily, there are effective methods for removing the smell. If you have experienced a fire in your home or business, it is best to call a professional for odor removal services. A trained professional will be able to quickly get to the source of the odor and begin the restoration process. You will want to make sure that the odor is completely removed from the structure. The chemical makeup of a fire affects its ability to produce an odor. The intensity of the heat also plays a factor. A small fire may have a more complex chemical makeup than a large fire. Aside from that, the fuels burned also influence the chemical makeup. from https://lynchburgwaterdamagerestoration.blogspot.com/

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evans-heaven · 2 years ago

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Scene ; Joseph Quinn

Leave it to me to see one comment asking for a full fic based on one of my Moments drabbles and actually write that shit 😭 I've been working on this piece for weeks and I'm pretty happy with how I left it so here it is for your reading pleasure ;)

Before we start, a couple of things:

This is pre-Feelings (tho reader is very much in love here but doesn't realize it)

The death scene is from the POV of Stacey, your character, and is mostly my dialogue bc i tried watching the actual clip and got less than 10 seconds in before i started crying 🙃 so I'm not gonna torture myself like that y'all sorry lol

Reader is portrayed as having anxiety and overthinks a lot, kinda like in Feelings. I write her like this bc that's pretty much how I am in real life about my own thoughts, feelings, and basically everything else. Aaannnd that's basically it lmao

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Actress!Reader

Warnings: Unedited content, strong language, ANGST, description of Eddie's death scene, mentions of blood, mild depictions of anxiety, some fluff, and touching, duh ;)

wc: 3.6k

I already linked the other two fics so read Touch here

Pt 2 here

Prior to this day, you had your assumptions that actors filming a death scene would be pretty tough.

But, now that you were in a position where you yourself would be at the borderline center of one, ‘tough’ was kind of an understatement.

‘Tough’ wasn’t nearly a suitable enough word to describe having to cradle your co-star who was covered in prosthetic wounds and fake blood as he sputtered out I love you’s and goodbye’s, and then ‘died’ in your arms.

Maybe ‘tough’ would be the appropriate term here, if said co-star wasn’t your best fucking friend and the person you were undoubtably closest with on set. Him dying in your arms, even if it was just for the screen, was still an experience that would feel way too real-even if you tried to remind yourself that, at the end of the day, it wasn’t. No matter how true to life it would seem. No matter how damn realistic those wounds looked (why the fuck did Amy and her team have to be so talented?), and no matter how fucking incredible Joe Quinn was at pretending to die.

The words ‘calm down’ echoed in your head like a broken record all day. They had blended into one, to the point where they were incoherent and didn’t seem to make sense. Thus, they did very little to offer comfort.

The day had been frustrating, to put it lightly. But, at least you had Joe.

That morning, during your daily-or hourly-sanctioned bear hug, your heartbeat was so strong he practically heard it pulsing in his ears. That alone told him your anxiety would be working double time that day. It was a serious pain in the agss sometimes.

You and Joe had always been attached at the hip over the last year and some, always hanging off of each other in some way or another. And today, it was with good reason attached to it-not that (consensual) physical touch ever had to have a purpose other than wanting to be close. Having that gentle contact, even if it was just a hand on your shoulder-was more than enough to ground you and halt the overactive thoughts-even if for a couple of minutes.

Although he’d say he was only trying to comfort you, it was obvious your embraces and touches held mutual benefit. Just as he was able to sense your anxiety, you could sense his. The sweaty palms when your fingers laced together during breakfast and lunch weren’t from you, nor were the goosebumps you felt against your collarbones when he held you from behind after you got your makeup done for the scene. This showed you that, despite acting his ass off during rehearsals, it didn’t mean he wasn’t nervous.

But, in typical heartthrob-from-a-90s-novel-written-by-a-woman fashion, all his energy was put into making you feel better, comforted, and assured that everything would be okay. Even if he had no idea what the true driving force was behind your anxiousness.

You couldn’t have asked for a better on screen boyfriend. Stacey Miller-Rhodes was a damn lucky gal. Well, up until her boyfriend got chunks of his flesh ripped from his body by demobats. Meaning he died. Meaning Eddie was gone.

Calm down. Calm down. Calm down.

A sharp knock on your trailer door interrupted your useless mantra, as you jolted, just a little, before giving permission for whoever to enter.

In walked Matt and Ross, warm smiles on their faces. It didn’t do much to ease you, because you knew why they were here.

“Hey, Y/N, you ready?” Ross asked. Matt stood by the door keeping it open, since it was time to go.

You nodded. “Yep,” your voice was even, masking the heavy feeling in your throat. You were not ready.

“Figured we’d come get you ourselves, Joe’s busy with makeup on set, for, you know-”

“I know. Thanks,” you said quickly, cutting Matt off. “Let’s get going, then,” you said, standing up and walking past Matt, exiting your trailer. You heard the door shut softly and their footsteps following behind you.

You were being short with them, but that was because you really only wanted Joe at this moment. Unfortunately, he was currently being ‘deadified’ on set, which is where you were now headed. You two had a little cuddle session in your trailer, where he held you tight and layed kiss after kiss on your forehead, cooing that it would be okay and that you would both be fine. After that, he had to go to the makeup trailer to get his prosthetic wounds applied. The process had taken hours, and then he had to film the scene where Eddie actually got attacked by the bats. This meant it had been a while since you saw him last. So, his mamed and mangled appearance awaited you, when the last time you saw him, he was totally unharmed and at ease.

You entered the building, in which there were only a chosen few people. It was a closed set, just you, Joe, and the necessary crew members. The Duffers believed that because a death scene with a couple was so intimate, you and Joe were the only actors that should be on set.

That, you were thankful for. You were your best self when it was just you and Joe, so you could be your best ‘acting self’, when it was just the two of you as well.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to the ‘Upside Down’, a set made to look like the particular spot in the alternate universe where everything would go down. It was tinted blue and almost sent a chill down your spine to look at, from how cold uninviting, and eerie the general vibe of the scenery was. And a little depressing, which was pretty fitting. The backdrop was a blue screen, which would be used to add the background of the setting, to make everything look as real as possible.

You spotted Joe in the middle of the set, the makeup team applying fake blood to his very real looking wounds.

“C’mon, we wanna talk to you and Joe for a second before we start,” Matt told you, and as much as that made sense, you wished Joe was more than just a few feet away so you could prepare a little more for seeing him….like that, outside of the context of the scene.

“Okay,” you said as you three began walking towards him just as makeup finished up their job. When you got to him, you felt yourself tense up at his appearance as you lingered back, just a little bit. He stood awkwardly with his arms slightly hovering away from his body, clearly not wanting to disrupt the fake damage. You could tell from the sight before you that with how much fake blood the team used, those demobats would really do a number on Eddie.

You hated those little CGI bastards.

“Hey,” Joe said, gaining your attention, though his tone was light. You met his eyes, narrowly avoiding the blood streaking the lower half of his face.

“Hi,” you said back, feeling just a little bit of air release from your lungs, not even remembering when you took a breath in. You wanted to make a sarcastic quip to lighten the mood, but words failed you. You didn’t really feel like being funny right now.

“So, you guys remember how the scene goes, Eddie just sacrificed himself and got attacked by the bats, and Stacey runs up to him afterward and sees his body laying there, barely alive, covered in blood and wounds,” Matt began.

You curled your lips in and nodded stiffly, feeling the slightest of shocks run through your body. Calm down.

“I know you two are gonna kill this scene,” Matt continued. “No one understands or could have brought to life Eddie and Stacey better than the two of you,” he said warmly, clamping hands down on both your shoulders. Yours was tense under his touch and Stacey’s clothing.

You had to admit, though, he was right. You had a lot of input into Stacey’s character, taking her from Eddie’s shy girlfriend who was just a tool to enhance how eccentric he was, to a girl with a backstory and reasons for her reserved nature. Knowing Stacey’s history would make the scene even more gut wrenching to film. A girl raised in a household with a domineering step-father who believed women should be seen and not heard, who made her life a living hell under the watchful eye of her mother who did nothing to stop it. Upon turning 18 she left him and his toxicity behind, but carried the burden of years of being forced to subdue herself. Eddie got her to open up to him, but she still carried herself quietly around others. The fear of judgment was damaging.

Because of how much you put into Stacey and the influence you had on her storyline, you knew none of your nervousness had to do with how you’d perform in the scene. You were confident in your abilities as an actress and knew you could carry this scene with the help of Joe perfectly.

“Thanks, guys, that means a lot,” you said to them, gripping the moto jacket you wore, canonically taken by Stacey from Eddie’s closet.

“Yeah, truly, we’ve come a long way from me thinking I would completely ruin the show,” Joe chuckled, the smile on his face juxtaposed by the blood caking it. It was actually kind of off putting.

“Alright, well, let’s get this show on the road!” Mat clapped his hands and walked with his brother offset.

More like let’s get this over with. You were about to walk off to get in your spot, when Joe grabbed your hand gently, stopping you. You turned to face him, brows raised expectantly.

“You good?” he asked.

Deciding to keep this short and sweet, you settled for a quick nod, and a soft ‘yeah’. Satisfied, he released your hand so you could go to your place, just as one of the Duffers yelled “Places!”

When you got to your mark, you looked over to Joe one more time, who was already looking your way. You could feel the intensity of his stare from where you stood, those gorgeous brown eyes and the way they sparkled no matter the lighting or setting. He gave you a smile, and you returned one, unable to ever not do so. It managed to give you a new found confidence you lacked just seconds prior. He took his position on the ground, and then, it was time.

There was no turning back once it began. Unless you swiveled on your heels and ran in the opposite direction, which was tempting.

Once it happened, everything you were worried about could become a possibility to follow suit.

You sucked in an unstable breath and closed your eyes, savoring a final moment of calm before those two little word were uttered-

“And….ACTION!”

You took off.

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Stacey’s heart was ramming against her ribcage the moment she re-entered the upside down, but when she saw her boyfriend lying limp on the cold, wet ground, she swore her legs would give out as her heart seemed to cease in its entirety.

He had gone back. He wanted to be a hero. He didn’t want to run anymore, but God, she wished he did.

“Eddie!” Stacey called out, voice unstable and legs threatening to give out from underneath her as she sprinted towards him. Somewhere in the corner of her mind that was swarming with fears of what would happen to him, she began to pray to whoever there was that could hear her and help him.

Please let him be okay. Please. Please. Please.

“Ed, babe, oh my God,” Stacey whispered, and fell to her knees before his broken down form. His torso was torn to shreds, his Hellfire shirt almost completely soaked with blood from his wounds. She took hold of him and pulled the upper half of his body into her lap, feeling the red substance begin to seep through her jeans.

The demo bats surrounded the two of them, incapacitated, laying limp on the floor of the upside down-taunting you. Blissfully unaware that they had probably just taken the love of Stacey's life away from her, brutally, with no remorse, as he tried so desperately to be the hero, not the coward he convinced himself he was.

“Ed, are you with me? Can you hear me?” Stacey asked him softly, not wanting to scare him. She brushed his hair from his face and tried to meet his eyes, his gaze unfocused and teary.

Eddie’s voice came out shaky and weak from his blood coated mouth, his cheeks smeared with it. “I did it,” he choked out. “I didn’t run anymore,”

There was no denying he felt some semblance of pride at what he did, and because of that, Stacey couldn’t help but let out a small laugh, though the tension in the noise was palpable. “Yeah, yeah baby, you’re so brave,” she told him.

The proud smile he bore was distorted by a look of pain as he shifted slightly. “It’s bad, isn’t it?” he groaned, in clear discomfort.

One of her hands applied pressure to one of the many wounds that marred his torso as he shivered in her arms. “No, no babe, it’s fine, you're gonna be okay,” she stumbled out, trying to sound as confident in her words as possible, when everything about the situation told her that her words were not the truth. “We just….we just need to get to you to a hospital and everything’s gonna be okay, Ed, don’t worry,”

“No. I think this was it, baby,” he met his girlfriend’s gaze, his jaw trembling as more blood dribbled out the sides of his mouth as he took in barely there, labored breaths. “This was finally my year,”

Stacey choked out helpless cries, caressing his face, and shaking her head. This couldn’t be his year, this couldn’t be the way it ended. He was supposed to finally graduate and the two of them were supposed to get the hell out of Hawkins together, away from all the bullshit media propaganda and pearl clutching PTA moms. They were going to get out of there and be happy together. That was how it was supposed to fucking be, goddammit.

“No,” Stacey gritted.“This isn’t over yet, you’re gonna be okay, Ed,” she nodded stiffly, lips trembling as salty tears flowed into the seam. “We’re just gonna wait a little until the others get here, then we’re gonna carry you out of this hellhole and take you to a hospital, and the doctors there are going to fix you, baby, they’re going to make the bleeding go away, and stitch you up and give you some meds, and then you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay, you’re gonna be okay,�� she chanted weakly as her cheeks became soaked with tears. She wanted to speak it into existence, even as reality clawed and fought its way to the front of her mind.

“Baby,” he cooed. He placed a cold hand on hers, the one that still pressed against one of his wounds, gripping it weakly. Always the one who wanted to comfort her, even if he needed it way more in this situation. “I’ve fulfilled my duty as Eddie the Banished, I didn’t run, and I saved the town,” he told her.

“That town doesn’t deserve your sacrifice, Eddie,” Stacey argued pathetically.

“I saved you,” he stressed, making it known that this act was with only one person at the forefront as motivation, the rest of the town behind her. “And you’re worth it, Stacey. You’re so. Fucking. Worth it,” he said to her, lacing their fingers together, pulling the back of her hand up to his lips, and pressing a bloodied kiss to the cold, dirty skin.

“I love you so much,” he said as firmly as his shutting down body would let him.

It hurt her to not say those words back, but she knew why he said them, and she didn’t want to accept this as the end.

“Ed, don't you dare say goodbye,” she told him through her tears, trying to sound strong and sure, but it wasn’t possible. “This isn’t the end for you, this isn’t the end for us,” she said.

“Stacey, baby, I want you to listen to me,” Eddie began, the wobble in his voice impossible to ignore now as he tried to raise his head as much as he could, wanting her to truly take in his next words. “When you go back, I want you to go home and pack all of your shit, as much as you can carry, and I want you to get on the next bus out, because you’re gonna leave that shithole Hawkins. You’re gonna tell that place to kiss your ass and you’re gonna run like hell out of there without so much as a single glance back,”

Stacey shook her head, understanding where this was headed, not wanting to hear a word more. “Ed, no-”

“You’re gonna find some place for the both of us, somewhere where the people aren’t shallow minded assholes, where we can be whoever the fuck we want to be with each other, and I want you to live your life everyday as you would have if I was there,’

“Eddie, I can’t-”

“Yes, you can. I don’t want you to cave back into yourself, baby. You’re the most beautiful, brilliant, incredible human being I’ve ever met and everyone deserves to know you and appreciate you as you are. Do you hear me?”His proclamation to her ended with that simple question, and he left no room for argument.

She absorbed all his words, every letter, every syllable, struggling to accept that the life they wanted to have together, would have to continue on without him. The life she wanted with him would totally and completely absolve her from the one she had growing up. Could she do it? Could she move on?

Those answers remained to be determined, but the one thing she absolutely couldn’t do was argue with him anymore. She just didn’t have it in her to deny him his dying wish, or keep fighting what he had already accepted.

Closing her eyes, more droplets fell, mixing with his blood. She felt herself nodding before she could even consider another response in her mind. “Yeah,” she whispered in a watered down voice. “Yeah, baby, I hear you,” she opened her eyes and met his own once more.

“Good,” he replied. “Good,” his voice was noticeably more floaty that time.

They fell silent. They just looked into one another’s eyes, exchanging so many words and feelings that would completely consume what little time they had left together. His hand was still laced with hers, pressed against his chest, where she could feel his weakening heart beat.

“I love you so much,” he repeated his words from earlier, breaking the hauntingly peaceful quiet. It was barely above a whisper practically mouthed, but she heard him, loud and clear. And as soon as those words came out, he looked ahead blankly, his eyes slowly beginning to lose the light in them Stacey loved so much.

“Eddie, no, please,” she gritted, tears dripping from her eyes uncontrollably. “Stay with me, baby, please,” she pleaded urgently, brushing more of his damp hair out of the way and patting his cheek lightly, trying to get him to remain alert….alive. She just wanted one more moment with him. Just one.

But then, she felt it.

His body stilled.

His grip on her hand went limp.

His eyes lost any life left in them.

“Eddie,” she whimpered, hand remaining on his cheek. Her body shook uncontrollably as she let the tears fall freely onto him, her agony and pain taking over as she held his lifeless form close to hers. She repeated his name through her cries, trying to wake him, trying to make this nightmare end. She leaned down and pressed her forehead to his, wanting to feel him as close as possible, for what was the very last time.

“I love you, too,” Stacey whispered, her lips touching the skin between his eyebrows. If those words meant anything anymore, she wanted it to be at this moment.

Because she truthfully didn’t know when-or if- she would ever say them again.

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“CUT!”

It was like a switch went off in you, as reality made its presence known once more.

The scene was done, the Duffers yelled cut, it was over.

However, the moment fully sank in when Joe rose up and took your hands in his, pulling you upright and bringing you into a warm embrace. You didn’t care about the fake blood that would get all over your front or the fact that his back was soggy and caked with damp dirt, you threw your arms around him and held on tightly, rivaling the hold he had on you.

“You did so incredible, babes, I’m so proud of you,” he whispered in your ear, his long fingers running up and down your sides lightly, almost tickling, but you reveled in it and his touch. You closed your eyes blissfully as you came down from your high, feeling the tears drying on your face, thankful makeup used waterproof eye makeup.

“Yeah, you too,” you said back for his ears only, as the Duffers and the rest of the crew approached you both. You let each other go, though his arm remained on the small of your back, as everyone began delivering their praise. The voices became so jumbled you could barely register who said what. So, you just smiled and nodded and gave your gratitude along with Joe, whose hand rubbed soothing circles against your waist.

Now, to face reality.

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Part 2 where Joe and reader discuss why she was so nervous coming Saturday 🥰 it was originally part of this fic, but it was getting way too damn long, so a split was needed lol. Stay tuned Joe girlies 😘

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