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Evermore - e.m x f!reader/ s.h x f!reader

summary: Eddie loved you, he still loves you, but he’s not the man he was before.

tags/warnings: Kas!Eddie/Vampire Eddie, angst, fluff, implied sexual content, character death, bittersweet ending, allusion to pregnancy (very brief, if you squint).

relationships: Eddie Munson x Afab!Reader, Steve Harrington x Afab!Reader.

song suggestions (in order): lovely by billie eilish; evermore by josh groban; beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon

Eddie…well, he remembers.

He remembers those before moments clearly.

Those times of togetherness. Of you and him side by side in his bedroom, hands tied together, whispering confessions of love. Of your words, spinning in his mind, as you whisper stories to him in the night, your fingers in his hair and his around your waist.

He can still see your face.

The way you smile at him, the faces you make when you’re hurt, happy, when you’re overwhelmed with pleasure. He can see them all. They’re clear as day still, as if they’re happening at present, an endless repeat in the back of his mind as he hunts—as he kills.

Because he’s no longer Eddie Munson.

No.

There's this otherness now. The mind he shares with this thing that resides in him. The monster. The creature that lurks in the shadows, that whispers of a deeper need, tells him to feed. The part of him that is enhanced, vision stronger, scent more refined, his hearing powerfully adept.

It’s the parts of him he’s most afraid of.

And yet he finds you that April evening, sitting before a little makeshift headstone in an open forest. You speak into the open air like you believe someone hears you, like someone’s listening.

He is, he supposes. He always is.

You’re sitting beside his Uncle Wayne, your head hung low, tears falling into decaying earth.

The world is full of rot now.

Hawkins is in four, and your heart is in two, and Eddie hides in the shadows because it’s best for the one.

He should be happy, he reminds himself, that the spirit of Henry, of Vecna, allows him these moments.

These moments of reprieve where his mind is his and he remembers all the things of his before—of a life that seems far away now.

A mere distant memory.

“I miss him.” Your words carry in the wind and curl around him, beckon him forth, but he never ventures further.

He’s not the man you knew.

Not anymore—never again.

*

His fingers long to touch you.

To reach out and grasp your hand as he watches from a distance when May burns bright.

You’re at the movies today with Dustin, Steve and Robin. You tip your head back in a laugh as they speak to you, but he knows it’s fake.

There’s a forced nature to the way you hold yourself. Your smile never quite reaches your eyes, the way you shift awkwardly on the spot, how you glance off into the distance.

You try and play it off as sincere, but Eddie knows.

You tell them you had fun, that you can’t wait for next time, that you’re happy you got to spend this time with them.

But when they’re gone, when you’ve returned to your home and creep up the stairs to your bedroom, Eddie sees through it all.

The way your forehead presses against your window, how you search into the distance in the way you used to when you were together. Longing, searching, begging for more.

You cry.

You cry so much lately and he wishes he could take that from you—this endless pain that sucks the life from you.

He misses you.

Gosh, he misses you so much.

But the shadows call, and he answers.

It’s safer this way.

*

You fell in love quickly, like many often do.

The first date was at the local diner, thighs slicked from nervousness and the summer heat against red vinyl, hearts all fluttery from excitement, his words a fumbled mess from his mouth because you were so pretty and he’d been wanting to ask you out for ages.

And with you there sitting across from him, all he could think was that, and he blurted out how pretty you are and his cheeks stained red because you bit your lip and averted your gaze and he assumed the whole thing was over.

But later that night it was all strawberry flavored kisses at your front doorstep, him nervous at first and you with this dangerous glint in your eye. He’d fall for it every time, and he told you as much, his forehead dropping down against yours to pull away and press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

He asked you, a little breathless, bitten with nervousness, “You wanna do this again sometime?”

And his heart felt like it had been punched in the best way when you’d crinkled your nose affectionately against his and whispered back, “Make out…or another date?”

“Both?” His stomach did that thing where it dropped out beneath him, but he’d thrown all caution to the wind at this point, because he liked you and you liked him and what a beautiful thing to know.

It was a summer love, Wayne had teased, as the weeks slipped on by in the lazy July heat. You spent nearly every day together, whether it was walking around town with ice cream cones in hand, hands stained vanilla and chocolate and rainbow colored sprinkles because you always talked for too long they started to melt, or in the back of his van at Lover’s Lake with a rolled joint shared between the two of you and nothing but time, hours spent in his bedroom where you talked until the moon grew high above the sky and a new day crept and you revealed all your thoughts and deepest secrets, a drive in movie with his friends from the band, where he’d introduced you as his girlfriend for the first time.

He immediately panicked, face hot and red, but you never corrected him. Instead, as the colors from the screen danced in the other boy’s eyes and they were distracted for a bit, you leaned over and kissed his cheek, and told him you accepted.

After that it was the kick start of his heart that first time he’d snuck through your bedroom window. Climbed up your trellis and nearly woke the neighbors as he careened into the room, leaves and other brush sticking out every which way from his hair. You’d giggled, all lyrical and bright, warning him he needed to be quiet. ‘Cause your parents were down the hall and you didn’t want to wake them, but you also really wanted to do this.

He wasn’t sure what to do, mentioned as much, just as you slipped your tank top from your shoulders and bared yourself to him. And he’d whispered a silent prayer, a curse under his breath, as he leaned forward and kissed you slowly, soundly, sweetly, walking you backward until you clambered across the bed and flopped down onto your back, staring up at him with a look in your eyes he’d never seen before.

But it was all for him, and relished in it as you whispered you loved him for the first time.

And what a beautiful thing, because no one had ever told him they loved him before. Not like that, not in the way one gives you a part of themselves, not as you handed your heart to him and he gave his right back.

Soon it was all pretty sighs and gasped moans against his mouth. It was hot flesh revealed as you helped rid himself of his clothes before he worked your shorts and underwear down your thighs, a hand curling around your kneecap as his hips settled against yours. It was a whimper and a plea of, “Need you, Eddie,” and a muffled cry as he pressed your head into his shoulder to stay quiet and slid inside inch by blessed inch for the first time.

And as he loved you in the night, closer than the two of you had ever been before, he promised himself it was forever.

Felt the first flicker of it deep within his chest as you shattered around him, babbling his name and telling him you loved him over and over and over again like a mantra.

Resigned himself to the fact you had all of him after he rolled off of you and opened his arms so you could crawl into them and fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

Whispered it to you against the crown of your head, even though you slept soundly against him, and reminded you in the morning when you leaned up and kissed him and told him how happy you were to be with him, and watched your face as it lit up, because you felt the same.

*

You still wear the ring he gave you, back at the boathouse, back when you slept under a tarp and prayed someone would take away the burden of Chrissy’s death and the public scrutiny—the allegations that the man you loved was, in fact, a murderer, the threat of Vecna looming closer and closer every day.

He sees it one night as he stands in the trees outside your bedroom, the glint of silver on your ring finger.

He’d given it to you the night before Patrick’s death, said he wanted to marry you after all was said in done, said you were two kids who were probably too young to be thinking about marriage, but he knew it didn’t matter if it was now or years from now because the person he wanted at the end of it all would always be you.

You cried and nodded your head, and he laughed through his own tears and pushed the ring up onto your finger, one of his that had been small enough to fit. He pulled your hand up to his mouth to press a kiss there.

Forever then, you were going to be together forever.

In the end though, you only get a few days.

He breaks your heart and it breaks his because he promises you till he’s old and gray but only days later he watches you from below as you scream his name and sob for him to come back.

It breaks his heart as he cuts that rope dangling through your two worlds and your cries bleed into Dustin’s as he rushes from the trailer and gets on that damn bike.

It breaks his heart because you and Dustin somehow find him anyway at the end of it all, sobbing into his broken body as he pushes your hair from your face and tries to make you smile, even though he knows you’re splitting down the center.

It breaks his heart to watch your hands as they hover over the parts of him that are no longer whole and only bleed, because you want to keep him alive, want to keep your love alive. But there’s so much blood, there’s too much, and even he understands that he’s running out of time.

You’re telling him you love him over and over and over again and he asks you to tell him about your future. And you whisper against his bloody lips through salty tears that, “We’ll…we’ll have a little house with a l-little porch swing so we can sit and you can read to me every night. We’ll adopt a dog—our little O-Ozzy. And you’ll call me w-wife and I’ll call you husband, and maybe someday we’ll do something crazy like have a kid. One with…your hair and your eyes and your heart, because the world needs more of you. And when they’re all grown up, and they m-move out and have families of their own, you’ll still sit with me every night on that swing. You’ll tell me you l-love me and I’ll tell you I love you because…because there’s no reality I want without a forever with you in it.”

He smiles even though you whimper against him because he feels so happy and of all the things he’s done in life, all the adventures he’s gone on, all the choices that have led him here, you’re his favorite.

It makes it less scary, as his vision grows darker and darker and his life bleeds into the ground beneath him, knowing you’re the light to guide his path.

It does little to change the fact he’ll miss you forever when it finally grows dark.

You twist the ring now as you sit in your bedroom window, your knees pulled up to your chest. He sees the way your face crumples as you hold your hand close to your frame, just over your heart, and submit to your tears.

He hates himself, because in this new body he is cursed with a forever, and he’s cursed with a reality with no you in it.

And in the night, with nothing but your image just feet away from him and the moon to keep you both company, he cries, too.

*

Your first close call comes when the summer bleeds into fall.

Vecna finds a new vessel, his powers grow once more, and the Upside Down bleeds into Hawkins.

But there are those brave enough to fight back, and it comes as no surprise that you’re one of those people.

He watches from a distance, a shadow in the night, a guardian to keep you safe, because it’s the only way he can have you, even if it’s not in the way he wants.

You and the group you grew close with that last week of his life are in the streets of a now broken Hawkins, fighting off a monster that walks on all fours and has a mouth like a venus flytrap—a gaping maw of rows full of gore-slick teeth.

He knows its name. Demogorgon. He feeds off them, walks the same lands they do.

He is not part of the hive.

He’s special, that voice whispers to him sometimes, he’s a most remarkable creation. He’s a monster.

He feels the pull of that other world.

The voice calling his name as the demogorgon grows a little too close to you growls and leaps.

He screams in his mind and the monster’s head turns, turns toward him and in its momentary distraction you slide a knife into its head just before Steve whirls around with a nail studded bat and watches it bleed and die against the ground.

“What’s wrong?” He hears Steve ask you, catching your eyes staring directly in Eddie’s direction. “Are you hurt?”

Steve’s eyes scour your body for any injury, his hands coming to rest on your arms, but you’re fine.

Eddie made sure of it.

Robin turns as well to see what’s going on, Nancy using her shoulder for support, hand cupping a wound on her side.

But he’s hidden in the shroud of night.

That voice whispers his name again, and he knows he has to go back to the place where the sky is always red, but he lingers just a moment longer to hear you start to walk closer, your head tilting to the side, eyes straining to see.

“I just thought…” Your voice trails off in the wind. It’s been so long since he’s heard it, he’s almost forgotten what it sounds like. “Nevermind.”

*

You're hurt, and there are no beds in the hospital.

You’re hurt, attacked by a demogorgon, so it’s not like they can bring you there anyway. Too many questions, too many risks involved.

You’re hurt, and he watches from a distance as Steve and Nancy bind the wounds on your side with whatever scraps of fabric they have in their backpacks, snow beneath you blooming red like flower petals around you.

You’re hurt and he watches as Steve lifts your weak body from the ground, your eyes closed and limbs slack. He tries to not think about the way you already look gone from this side of earth, tries to picture your smiling face in his mind, because you’ll be okay.

You have to be.

You’re hurt and he follows from a distance as they take you back to Steve’s house, because his parents are gone and you’ll be able to rest up there. Eddie watches through the trees as Steve lays you down in his bed and murmurs with Robin and Nancy, his face furrowing in worry at the sight of you unconscious in his bed.

Eddie ignores the call of the Upside Down beckoning him back home.

Because all his mind can focus on is that you’re hurt, you’re hurt, you’re hurt.

He ignores the voice of Vecna and shoves him into the catacombs of his mind as he climbs into the tree outside Steve’s window and watches for days as you slip in and out of consciousness, towels on your forehead, as you fight off fevers. Steve, Robin and Nancy watch you in shifts, sitting at your side in vigil.

Sometimes the kids do, too, with their hand around your own and mouths moving as they talk to you, as they remind you of all the reasons why it’s too soon for you to go.

One afternoon, he hears Steve and Robin sitting outside on the lounge chairs set up around the patio, Steve’s head in his hands and Robin’s hand on his shoulder as she says, “There was nothing you could do. She knew what she was getting into.”

“But if she dies—if she dies…that’s two in less than a year. I can’t—I can’t lose them both.” If Eddie had a heart, he knows it would ache, because though their tentative friendship had been short, it had been meaningful.

He wishes he had more time to see what could have been.

“Eddie knew what he was doing, just like she did, too,” Robin reminds him. Her voice is low and she sounds broken. They both do. “You can’t carry around this guilt. It’s eating you alive. When did the doctor say they could get here?”

Steve’s breath is shaky as he says, “Tomorrow. They’re coming tomorrow. I just hope she makes it.”

It’s stupid.

Eddie knows it’s stupid, but under the cover of night, he slips out from the tree he’s hiding in and climbs up to Steve’s window. He climbs to where Steve has left it unlocked, always does to make it easy to slip out when his parents are home and the Party comes calling, and pushes in through the parted curtains.

His senses overwhelm him.

The smell of your sickness, the shallowness of your breath in and out of your weak lungs, the slow beat of your heart holding on beneath your ribcage.

There had been a time he’d fallen asleep to it, but now it only fills the cavity where his own organ used to beat with dread.

He reaches out to touch you, but you don’t feel like he remembers.

Your skin is slick and clammy, sweat clinging to the surface, body warm from your fever.

Your lips tremble in your fitful sleep, like you’re speaking, only no words come.

His fingers trail along your forehead, across the hair along your scalp, the curve of your ear.

His ears focus on your breath, the sound of your heart, and he tries to clear his mind of everything else.

Slips into that space he’s gone to only a few times before since becoming this thing he is now.

It’s dark there.

An endless sea of inky night that stretches endlessly on and he finds you there.

Feels the ground ripple near his feet as he walks over to where you sit on Steve’s bed.

In here, your body isn’t broken.

In here, there’s no sickness, no fever, no wounds staining through white bandages with your beautiful life.

Your head tilts up and his breath catches because you’re beautiful and it’s the closest he’s been to you in months.

And your face crumples as you look at him and jump off the bed, rushing over, hands pausing before touching him like you’re afraid you might hurt him—like you’re not sure he’s really there at all.

“Are you real right now? Am…”

“You’re not dead, sweetheart. I won’t let you go yet,” he tells you, bringing his arms around you to hold you close. His legs nearly buckle under the weight of the moment. You fold back into him as you always have, as if you’ve missed no time at all. He nearly chokes on a sob, feels you heave and crumble against him, noisy cries ripping from your throat. “I know, baby. I know.”

“You’re here.”

“I am,” he promises, cupping the back of your head.

“Am I dreaming?”

His chest cleaves in two as you look up at him, your eyes bloodshot, tears falling like glittering stars down your cheeks. His hands slide up to rest on either side of your face, thumbs brushing against your skin, mouth dropping kiss after kiss to your forehead.

“Something like it.”

“So you’re…”

“Yeah, still gone,” he tries to smile, but it makes your eyes water more, your hands shaking against his forearms as you reach up to touch him. “Unfortunately.”

“I love you,” you whisper the words and they sail in the wind in the world that lives in the in between.

“I love you, too,” he tells you. It hasn’t changed, and never will change. Time, space, and death will never erase that. “But I don’t have a lot of time. I need you to fight, okay? I need you to rest and heal. Think you can do that for me?”

“It hurts,” you say, and he knows you mean your mortal, wounded body.

“I know, I know it hurts. But there’s a doctor that’s going to come tomorrow and they’ll give you the medicine you need to kick that infection and patch you right up. I just need you to hold on till then. Think you can do that for me?”

His fingers trail down the side of your face, and somewhere in the vestiges of his mind he can feel your waking body relax, can feel your breathing deepen, your heartbeat strengthen.

“I want to go with you,” you tell him.

He shakes his head. “No. It’s not your time yet.”

Your head drops, and his stomach does along with it. “Will you come back?” Your words are a watery plea.

It's a sad sound that has his anguish exposed, raw anew.

“I’ll try, okay?” It’s the most he can offer you, and you nod slowly, sniffling on an inhale. “You’re going to live a long, long life, okay? I want you to do that for me.”

“I will, Eddie, I will,” you promise. You slide back into his arms, pressing your head against his chest, keeping him close.

“I can feel this place slipping from my mind,” he says, palm sliding up and down your back. “I love you. I’ll always love you.”

You dissolve like that, held safe and sound within his arms, there one moment and gone the next.

In waking, in the real world, when his eyes open and he’s back in Steve’s bedroom, he sees you there.

It’s then, blessedly and finally then, that you rest.

*

Before long, it’s Spring again.

The weather warms, but Eddie’s body never does. Dead things don’t have hearts that beat, they don’t have blood to circulate through their bodies. His chest rises and falls, sure, but that almost seems like an involuntary reflex of a life that feels more and more like a memory with every passing day.

You’re on Steve’s patio with the Harrington boy himself and Robin. You look more rested than he’s seen in a long while. He thinks to the night before, visiting you in your dreams, laughter in the air as he brought a vision back to your mind, one of the two of you sitting in a field back before the world grew dark, him with his head in your lap and your fingers in his hair, reading to him in an open field.

He hates leaving you at the end of it, hates it every time he has to go, and finds it grows harder and harder to do so every time.

But it’s not reality; he knows that.

He supposes eventually things will crash and burn, just as they always do; he just doesn’t expect it to happen so quickly.

One moment you’re sitting, laughing at something Robin has said, and the next he’s wincing as a twig snaps under his foot. The swear he lets out drives him to move, cursing his body for giving him supernatural hearing and smell, but not the speed he needs right now to outrun you.

Your feet pound in his ears, a thump that beats in tandem with your heart as you tear through Steve’s backyard and rush after him into the open street.

His insides tear in two the first time you call his name into the open air. It’s a cry, your voice shaking, tremulous like you can’t believe your sight.

He pushes faster, feet pumping beneath him, the echo of them a drumbeat. He needs to go. He needs to get far away. Run like hell, because you can’t see him.

Steve’s voice joins into the mix. A call of your name that sounds frantic in his ears. Steve cares for you. Eddie’s not blind to it; he’s grateful for it. Just like he’s grateful for it now, because your footsteps start to slow as Steve’s cries of your name grow louder.

“It’s Eddie,” you shout back, and Eddie rushes around a car and crouches down in your momentary distraction.

Catches sight of himself in a side door mirror, his reflection illuminated by the moon.

His eyes are dark and rimmed with shadow. Lines like little swirls beneath his bottom lashes, a telltale sign he needs to feed. And if he lifts his lip, like he does now, he sees those elongated canines.

He’s no longer human.

Hasn’t been for a while now.

You start to cry in your frustration. He hears your breath coming in rasping heaves, the way your voice breaks as Steve’s body collides with yours, how it wobbles as you tell him over and over again, “It’s Eddie, Steve.”

His eyes drift up to his face once more. The image looking back at him so unlike the boy you once knew.

Even if he would…even if he could, your Eddie is gone.

He’s gone, and he can never be again.

He can’t be what you need. He knows that for certain now.

Eddie crawls around the side of the car and catches the sight of Steve moving to curl his arms around your shoulders, forms illuminated in the street lamp, the way your face crumples against his chest as your cries grow hoarse. The pitiful way you whisper, “I saw him, Steve.”

But Steve’s honest.

He’s always been honest, and it shatters both you and Eddie when he says, “Eddie is gone. I’m so sorry, but he’s gone and I wish I could bring him back but I ca—”

His words break off at the end because you shove at him. Hands coming up to push Steve backward. He doesn’t flinch. Not as you shove him again and again and again as tears leak down your face.

Eddie wishes he could collect them all. Could ease the ache growing in your chest.

“Why would you say that?” Your voice is high and tight.

You shove at him again, body growing lax with your efforts. Feet wobbling, knees growing uneasy.

Steve remains firm, a strong tower, a shoulder to lean on in your time of need.

“I’m sorry, swee—”

“Don’t call me that. He called me that.”

“I’m sorry,” he says, and holds his hands up in surrender.

“I hate you.” You shout it at him, and this time Steve does flinch.

You don’t mean it. Eddie knows you don’t. In a heart full of love such as yours, there’s never been room for it.

It breaks him even more.

Something on your face changes then. A flash of recognition flickers across your features. A slow, painful understanding sliding into place behind your eyes. Eddie wants to rush out, to hold you, to protect you from the utter despair that crashes over your form so suddenly. The way you practically fall into Steve and he’s there to catch you as you come crashing to the ground, howling with the anguish of what you start to sob into the man’s chest.

Of the reality you now understand. Maybe for the first time in the twelve months he’s been dead.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.”

“I know,” he whispers. “I know.”

“He’s gone.”

Steve cups the back of your head.

Eddie’s hand curls into a fist.

“He’s gone.”

Steve pulls you into his lap, rocks you as your cries grow louder.

Eddie closes his eyes.

“He’s gone. He’s never coming back, Steve.”

Eddie watches your heart break all over again.

And he makes his decision.

He knows what he has to do.

*

You’re there, sitting in the center of your bed as always, when Eddie comes to you in the world that lives in the in between again.

After your close encounter with death, he’s come to visit you multiple times. Always in your dreams, in that land that’s always so dark, and yet it’s peaceful there. He can make it anything he wants to be, a horrifying ‘positive’ to being linked to Vecna.

Some nights you simply talk, your warm hand in his cold one, laying on your bed.

Others, you play cards, put together a puzzle, sing along to music because he misses it so much—if only to pretend like anything about this is normal.

Eddie doesn’t have a heart, not anymore, but if he did…he knows it would be racing because of what he knows he has to do.

This night is different; this night changes everything.

Your head lifts and your smile blooms as he fills your vision, his skin pale and unmarked from the bites that killed him, and it should have been your first realization that he’s not what he once was from when he first began visiting you in your sleep.

The man who died, the man who had closed his eyes and who slipped away your arms is not the same one standing before you now.

It’s why what once was can never be again.

It pains him to admit it.

In another world, another life, he would be selfish.

But he can’t.

He can’t fathom the idea of you aging when he stays forever twenty-one, can’t imagine losing you to time at the end of your life. He can’t think about it because doing so would break him.

And he can’t look at the pain in your eyes any longer. The way you always look to the woods, always searching for him, seeking out the boy who no longer is.

You need to move on, to flourish, to grow beyond this.

Your body crashes into his, your voice muffled by the front of his shirt. He’s always wearing the same thing, somehow never dirty, rid of his blood. “I missed you,” you breathe into him, into the chilliness of his body.

You never comment on it. He sometimes thinks you pretend it’s not real to preserve yourself from the pain of the ‘what if.’

He pulls his head back just enough to look down at you, and your mouth dips south. “I need to talk to you.”

“Okay…” You trail off as he settles down on your bed, his legs straight as you fold yours beneath your body where you sit beside him.

His fingers reach into the spaces between yours and lace within them. His next words, he thinks if he wasn’t already dead, might kill him. “I can’t feel you, baby.”

You brush your thumb along the back of his hand, mouth a wobbly pout as you say, “What do you mean? I can feel you right now. You’re…you’re right here.” You hold your interlocked fingers together in front of his face, trying to smile.

He leans forward and brushes his mouth near the corner of your lips. “I can feel you…but it’s like I’m hollow. Like I'm empty. You notice how I’m always cold now?”

You sniffle noisily, nodding. “It’s cold here, though.”

He brings your head closer to his chest. He presses your ear where proof of his life used to lay inside. Now it’s only silent.

Empty.

So fucking empty.

“Do you understand what I’m trying to say? Don’t make me say it, sweetheart, please.” He chokes on a cry as your hand slides up beside where your cheek rests, your head pulling back enough to look up at him. “Do you get it now? Do you get why it can only be like this here…in your dreams, in our dreams?”

“Eddie…”

“So here’s what you’re going to do, okay? You’re going to live. You’re going to do it to the fullest. Do all the stupid shit we didn’t get to do together. Travel the world. Try all the food. You’re going to move on, okay? I need to know you’re gonna be fine—”

“Eddie, no” you say, swallowing the sob threatening to spill from your mouth. “Just stay here.”

“This—this isn’t real.” The chair imagined the night before disappears from sight. Dissolves into nothing. The books sitting on the floor near your bed, the ones you’ve been reading to him, follow suit. One by one, the image he conjured up slips away. Little particles of light sifting and shifting into nothingness. “I can’t be what I was to you before. That future we dreamed up? I can’t do that. I can’t give you that. Not in this body, not like this. And I can’t…I can’t watch you grow up, can’t watch you and all our friends...please, shit, please d—”

Your hand comes up to rest on his cheek, and he finds you crying silently before him.

“I want you to live for me,” he says, brushing his lips against yours. One of the last kisses you’ll share. “I need you to promise me that. I need you to do all the things I can’t. Take pictures, go on adventures, read all the books, find new hobbies. I need you to experience the world, fall in love with it, fall in love again.”

You’re kissing him and he’s holding you close. His hands fist in your shirt and cling to you, like you’ll drift into the wind, like if he lets go you’ll flutter away. And in a way, you will.

It’s goodbye.

It’s the end of who you both were, who you wanted to be, and no longer can.

You whisper over and over again into his lips that you love him, that you’ll never forget him, that you’ll live for him.

He smiles into your skin and nods his head, his hand coming to rest against your chest.

You’re alive and you're real, you’re his and you’re also not.

Part of you always will be.

“I’ll miss you. I’ll always miss you,” Eddie tells you, his face moving to press into the side of your neck. He feels the shudder of your breath as you take in his words, as you understand the seriousness of them. His finger taps your chest and he laughs, but it’s a broken sound. “I’ll be right here.”

You don’t talk for a while. You rest in the unspoken understanding that this is the last time you'll be together.

It’s the last time you’ll feel his arms around you, the last time he’ll hold you like he planned on doing for the rest of his life.

He presses a kiss to your brow and feels you hug him tighter still as you lay beside him on your bed, legs tangling with his own, your fingers in his hair.

You kiss endlessly. Constant presses of skin against skin.

A thousand, for all the days you’ll be without. You kiss until you’re breathless and in the waking world the sun starts to creep up the waiting sky.

“Live, sweetheart, live,” he says against your skin, feeling you warm, feeling your body start to fade in the circle of his embrace.

“I love you,” you whisper, eyes lingering on his face as particles of light burst and dance around you. Just a few moments now. “I’ll always love you. And I’ll do what you asked. I’ll live, Eddie. I’ll do it for you.”

“I love you, too.”

He smiles, and light bursts behind his eyes.

When he wakes, the sky is red, but all he sees is your face.

He finds peace in that.

*

Vecna’s gone now. Has been for a while.

The world heals and rests, and the Upside Down chooses Eddie. The world that once was, full of dark skies and death, is now teeming with life.

He’s tied to it now, just as he was before, but more so now.

There’s a small gap in worlds, left open, that he ventures out of every so often to remind him of the place that seems almost foreign now.

He’s on a path he’s traveled many times now.

Not in some years, but he’s familiar all the same. The winding roads that lead to your family home bring him to your front lawn. There are two cars out front, one a familiar BMW, and beside it sits a newer, bigger SUV.

The place looks different than when you were two kids in love. There are more flowers now, brighter blooms, and the smell of something sweet spills from the curtains blowing in the wind.

He hears the heartbeats within the home before the voices. Four all together. Two slower—he knows those are adults. There’s the rapid flutter of what he assumes to be a child, and the last is muffled and swift, unfamiliar to him even after all these years in his new body.

His head tilts up and he sees Steve Harrington’s familiar head of hair moving about a little boy’s room illuminated by a lamp. There are endless blocks strewn in a corner, little postcards from places all over the world plastered on the sky blue walls.

He’s nearly thirty two if Eddie remembers correctly, and wears a pair of thin wired glasses. He’s still disgustingly pretty in that way only Steve Harrington could be.

Steve’s voice is soft as he runs his fingers through the little one's hair. Brushes a kiss on his forehead from where he kneels beside a kiddy bed. “I told you, the Tooth Fairy is nice. Plus you’re four, little man, you don’t have to worry about it for a long time. And if you really don’t want the Tooth Fairy to come, I’ll tell them our house is off limits.”

“Are you sure?”

Steve nods, his chuckle carrying through the gently parted window. “Plus, Uncle Dustin and Aunt Suzie don’t know what they’re talking about anyway.”

“They don’t?” Those little eyes perk up, soft and round like his father’s.

“No, Jamie. Also, didn’t I tell you I’ll always keep you safe?” The little boy nods, and Steve’s finger slides down the gentle slope of his nose until it wrinkles and a boyish giggle reaches Eddie’s ears. “So you never have to worry, because I’ll always protect you. Always.”

“Daddy, can you sing me the song?” It’s then, as Steve nods and shifts to sit in the bed beside his son, Eddie sees the boy fully.

He’s got Steve’s eyes and his dark hair, but Eddie immediately knows the rest is all you.

He doesn’t even need to see you appear in the doorway to notice the clear resemblance. But his breath catches all the same. You’re just as he remembers you. Smiling and beautiful as ever, one hand on the doorway, the other on your hip.

He catches the rings on your left hand, and then higher up, around your neck against your heart where he remains forever now, the ring he gave you all those years ago.

You're thirty-one now, just like Steve, though you could never tell ten years has gone by from looking at you.

You’re that girl from the diner, the same girl he fell in love with so many years ago it feels like another lifetime.

“Jamie Edward, it’s past your bedtime, sweet boy,” you admonish, and Eddie’s throat swells with emotion, chest aching with fondness.

He glows inwardly, because what a gift you’ve unknowingly given him.

Jamie Edward.

“Uncle Dusty scared me,” the little boy whines as you join them and sit on the end of the bed.

Eddie watches your fingers reach across and twine with Steve’s, and he feels that ache in his chest for you start to subside. The part of him that always feared you’d live in the past forever, stuck in the memory of the boy you’d loved and lost.

Steve whispers, “Tooth Fairy.”

You only nod.

Jamie climbs further into his father’s arms, resting his head over his chest, looping an arm around his waist.

Steve rocks the boy slightly and sings. The sound that comes out is beautiful. Uniquely Steve. Quiet, a little raspy in tone, but Eddie feels a weightlessness creep into his soul as the words fall from his mouth and out that open window.

“Close your eyes, have no fear. The monster’s gone, he’s on the run, and your daddy’s here…”

Jamie’s head nuzzles against his father’s chest, and your ringed hand comes up to brush along your little one’s hair as your husband sings into open air.

“Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful…beautiful boy…”

Eddie turns on the heel and starts in the other direction, Steve’s voice following him along the way like a gentle caress.

A healing balm.

He walks down the path from whence he came, a new lightness to his steps.

There’s no bitterness, no sadness.

No, there’s only joy, because you’re happy and you’re alive and so full of it and that’s all he’s ever hoped for.

He kicks a rock down the road and hums to himself, glancing over his shoulder one last time to watch Steve kiss you on the forehead, his palm coming to rest lovingly against your slightly rounded midsection.

Steve moves away from you a second later to close the blinds and pauses. For a moment Eddie wonders if he can see him, hidden in the veil of his shadows. Steve squints and lingers, then shakes his head softly as though he thinks he’s seeing things, and shuts the light before he follows you out of Jamie’s bedroom.

Eddie smiles to himself.

He’s finally at rest.

#Eddie munson fluff #Eddie munson angst #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x afab!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson one shot #Eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #vampire!eddie munson #steve stranger things #steve harrington fic #Steve Harrington x reader #steve harrington x afab!reader #steve harrington x you #newlipsmilestoneoflove

[lajaramillo25]

I saw the topic of Billie Eilish losing followers because she officially came out. First of all, this makes me think that a large part of society lives physically present in the current century, but mentally in the dark ages and the witch hunts. Secondly, as a fan of Timothée Chalamet - who is gay enough despite the juggling act to convey another idea - and Armie Hammer, it disgusts me every time someone says: "If they're a couple, why don't we ever see them together after promoting CMBYN?" or “How is Armie Hammer going to be gay if the boy fucks all the blonde girls who come in front of him?” Let's see, stubborn bastards, Hollywood is disgustingly conservative and these are actors who want to succeed in the industry and yes, homosexuality is not compatible with an industry that profits from the LGBT issue but that hides queers under the rug. I take comfort in knowing that both Hammer and Chalamet have a circle of people who love and care about them so much. I want to believe that in a few years, when I've left this fandom, I'll see the news about how these two actors came out and, like Billie Eilish, they'll be like, "I thought everyone knew, wasn't it obvious?"

#timothée chalamet #armie hammer #armie and timothée #charmie #gay couple

[niragis-thot]

Niragi’s Favorite Toy

Part 5:

Niragi X female reader

Major warning for CNC kink is this chapter. Please do not read if this type of content is triggering to you.

Warnings: CNC, Dubious consent, smut, knife play, gun kink, and manipulative relationship, everything you would expect from Niragi.

I haven’t been able to get much writing done this week due to flare ups, but I am back at it now 😊 While editing this one I have been listening to My Strange Addiction by Billie Eilish

Part [1]

Part [2]

Part [3]

Part [4]

You felt a rush of adrenaline wash over you as you took off running towards the stairs. Once inside the stairwell you looked back. You needed to know that Niragi was on your trail. As soon as he rounded the corner to where you could see him you slammed the door loudly, making your escape route obvious.

Then you sprinted up towards the top. The thoughts of what the dangerous man would do once he caught up with you left you excited.

“Stupid bitch. You’re going to regret this.” Niragi’s screams echoed through the stairwell.

It felt like a gamble. When he had asked you if you wanted to be the hunter or the prey it had planted ideas in your head. You didn’t want to the prey in this world, but the thought of being his prey continued to creep into your mind. To be hunted by Niragi Suguru, then ravaged by him. You craved it.

But you also had learned just how unpredictable and violent he could be. You weren’t sure how much danger enticing him would put you in. And that unknown was exciting.

On the executive floor you could here him closing the distance behind you. When you reached his room you felt him grab you. He covered your mouth with his hand with so much force you felt your jaw would be bruised. His other arm encircling you tightly so your arms were completely immobilized. He slammed you up against the door, and pressed his body up against you. You squirmed and tried to free your hands, and the more you did the harder you felt him becoming.

He started to rub his erection on your ass. “You know, if you’re trying to run away from me, my room probably wasn’t the best place to hide.” He paused and began you bite at your neck for a moment, “I think you want me to rape you.”

You managed to break one hand free from his grasp, and he loosened his grip just enough to be able to shove you back into the door. “If you keep fighting me I’m going to have to hurt you. But it’ll be more fun for me if you do.” You felt the cold metal of the piercing on your ear. He released your mouth and moved his hand down into your swimsuit.

You struggled not to moan right away, but the twitching of your hips gave you away.

“Was I that good? You need me to force myself on you?” He taunted before withdrawing his hand to open the door. Once he got inside he shoved you to the ground and climbed on top of you.

You hadn’t been able to see him while he had you pinned to the wall, and now you could see he had blood on his face and shirt.

“Oh my god, are you ok.” You said, snapping out of the act you were putting on for a moment.

“Not my blood sweetheart.” He said while tearing away your bikini top. “And don’t try to distract me from your punishment.” Now that your breasts were free he grabbed your wrists and held them to your side. He began to lick at your breasts, teasing your nipples with his tongue piercing until they grew hard.

Meanwhile he made the bulge in his pants grind in between your legs. You had already felt so horny from fantasizing about him on the drive back, and now with him on top of you, you could feel yourself getting wet under the thin fabric of your swimsuit.

He started unbuttoning his pants. And began to crawl forward. He took you arms and pinned them above your head before sliding his cock into your mouth. Then he slowly began to thrust. Soon he was hitting the back of your throat as he mercilessly fucked your face. His large size, and how rough he was being made you choke. You felt your eyes water as you felt the pressure of him pushing into the back of your throat. “You sound so cute when you gag babygirl.”

He had you in an uncomfortable position. There was nothing beneath your head but the hard floor. His legs on each side of your torso prevented you from trying to move. The entire time he moaned, “oh Y/N. Your mouth makes such a great fuck toy.”

Your jaw was aching by the time he pulled out. He began to kiss you, tasting himself on your lips. It was a brief moment of softness before he gazed at you with a feral look into his eyes. He began to stand up and grabbed his rifle that had been leaned against the wall. He and pointed it at you and ordered, “Get up.”

You slowly stood and raised your hands.

“Turn around and take that swimsuit off.” You turned and began to slowly slide it off of you. You arched your back to show off your assets. Then you felt the cold muzzle at the back of your head, “get on the bed”

You obeyed and crawled onto the bed, daring to look back a second, “hold that pose.” He continued to aim at you while undressing himself and pulling a rope out of his dresser.

He climbed onto the bed and grabbed at your arms. Your face collapsed down into the mattress without their support. The next thing you knew your arms were being tied behind your back.

“So vulnerable,” he said while pushing the tip of his rifle between your folds. He slid it forward to hit your clit, and let out a whimper. “And here I thought you were only horny for my dick.” He continued to push at your clit in a circular motion. You were already so sensitive that it made the feeling intense.

“Look at what a mess you made,” he said as he pulled the rifle away. “Now clean it up” he place the muzzle next to your face for you to lick. “Keep going, I won’t give you what you want until it’s completely clean.” Right when he said that he pressed his hard cock up against your backside. You licked frantically while pressing back against him.

“You run away like you don’t want this, but your body is telling me otherwise.” He grabbed your hips and forced you to rub up against him.

You needed to be filled right then, and you felt like taking a risk to get what you wanted.

“What do you want from me little whore.”

“Niragi, please stop.” You looked back over your shoulder.

That clearly awakened something inside of him, because he grabbed your hips so hard you could feel his nails sinking into you, and shoved his cock all the way inside of you, ramming it against your cervix. The more that you squirmed underneath him the harder his thrusts became. You felt your body come to life as he moved in you.

Then there was a sharp sting as he spanked you hard, “This is what I have to do to you when you misbehave.” He continued to slap with more intestinal each time. Then he reached out and pulled on your hair. “And I can keep on hurting you until you admit how much you love this.”

You turned you neck to look back at him, “make me.”

“Stupid bitch,” This time he grabbed your neck and wrapped his hands around it. Your pussy clenched around him as you felt the pressure. “I felt that sweetheart. Now just tell me that you’re enjoying everything I’ve done to you. Your body already is.”

You nodded your head.

Niragi released your neck. “Good girl.” He continued to thrust into you while he moved his hand to your clit. You couldn’t hold back your moans any longer. “See, your body already knows it belongs to me.”

Your body burned as you felt him moving deep inside of you. As you lost control of your body your thighs began to twitch. With how aggressively he was pounding into you, it wasn’t long until you were completely collapsed on the bed. Your face pressed down against the sheets, unable to move with the way your hands were tied, and Niragi gripping your hips pull you into him faster.

Every moan you let out became louder and more erratic. Suddenly Niragi thrust all the way inside of you and stopped. His grip on your hips was so tight that, try as you might, you couldn’t slide yourself along his dick. You craved it so much that being still was driving you crazy.

“You don’t get to cum until I say so,” he said while spanking your ass hard.

“Please” you begged.

“I can’t hear you.”

“Niragi, I’m begging you.” You we’re so close to your release that your clit throbbed.

“I’m not sure that you deserve it.” He slapped you so hard this time that you let out a yelp. You could feel his dick twitch as your pain turned him on.

He pulled out of you completely, and began to flip you onto your back. With your wrists bound tightly together you felt your arms stretch painfully to try and accommodate your new position, your back arched over them to make space, “Niragi that hurts.” You cried out.

“Maybe you should have thought of that before you ran away.” Your comfort was clearly not any concern of his.

He smiled as he looked down at your face, and was immediately glad he had given you that makeup. Your eyes were watering, and the way your tears mixed with black eyeshadow looked so beautiful to him. He wiped away your tears with his thumb, and knew he wanted to see your face full of tears as he came inside you.

You gasped as Niragi entered you again, awkwardly trying to move your hips to meet his strokes.

“Since you want me to let you cum so badly, let’s play a game.” He growled into your ear. “I’m going to choke you, and if you cum before you pass out I’ll stop.”

He wrapped his hands around your neck and squeezed. The adrenaline kicked in as you realized how vulnerable you were. No way to use your hands, there was no way that Niragi was going listen if you tried to tell him to stop. You kicked with your legs which did nothing but make him even harder as he thrusted into you.

The danger, not knowing if he would actually harm you or not, made you shake as your lower body filled with pleasure. But it was when he leaned over you and stuck his tongue out, taunting you as he revealed the metal piercing that he sent you over the edge. He released you as you as you clenched around his cock, and kept thrusting sending waves of ecstasy through your body. Finally he threw his head back and moaned as you felt him fill you.

Afterwards he collapsed next to you breathing heavily. You managed to turn on your side to relieve a little bit of the strain on your arms and basked in the afterglow before noticing him drifting off next to you. “Niragi, I had a really good time tonight, but if you fall asleep before you untie me I swear to god.”

Niragi lazily rolled over and began undoing the rope. “I couldn’t have guessed you were so kinky, if you wanted me to be this rough you could have just asked.”

“I thought you’d enjoy the thrill of the hunt this way.”

“Speaking of the hunt, how did your game go? And why are you back without the shirt you begged so much for?”

“I regret to have to tell you that the last time I saw that hoodie it was on fire and in a Hyena’s mouth.”

Niragi raised an eyebrow, and you felt this would probably be the best time you had to stand up for yourself. “I appreciate you giving me the knife, but it wasn’t going to do anything against those hyenas. I’m not going to the games before my visa expires unless you get me a gun.”

“We’ll work on that tomorrow.” He said as you felt the roles release your arms.

You sat up and put your arms around you. “Thank you.”

He looked down as if unsure what to do with this display of affection. Furrowing his brow he responded in a mocking tone, “you only slept with me to get a gun, my feelings are so hurt.”

“Well maybe I wouldn’t have accused you of that if you hadn’t been a dick.”

“Come on, you know you like it when I’m mean.”

Satisfied with his answer you laid down and let yourself fall asleep.

#niragi suguru #AiB Niragi #niragi x reader #niragi #AiB smut #niragi smut #bd/sm kink #Alice in borderland #Niragi x female reader #niragi x you #niragi fanfiction

[biggerbetterbat]

WITH YOU [30] THE KILLER I AM

Daryl Dixon x OC!Charlie Reed

Summary: Every action has its consequences. Charlie realizes what big burden the last wish of Lori puts on her. She tries to deal with the loss on her own.

Warnings: language, death

Song: Billie Eilish idontwannabeyouanymore

A/N: I had a writer block and tone of exams, but I'm back...I think. This chapter is shit, but I just want to get through this moment in my story. Prison era is one of my least favorite, so it's HARD and I'm struggling. Also I would like to clarify some things to this chapter:

Charlie won't have any romantic situationship with Carl

Charlie likes Maggie!!!!!!! (for now...), Glenn was the problem

So!!! Enjoy, give it love, and let me know how do you like it.

PS. I have NO IDEA if I already used this gif, sorry

Let me see the baby.

What are we gonna feed it?

We got anything a baby can eat?

The good thing is she looks healthy.

But she needs formula.

Charlie furrowed her eyebrows. Everything and everyone felt so away as if she was standing behind a glass or underwater, or else...maybe she was still in that boiler room. "And soon or she won't survive," was the first sentence she could match to a person. Hershel was talking with Daryl, and the baby was still crying.

"We ain't losing nobody else," the other man said. "I'm going for a run."

"I'll back you up," Maggie proposed without a second thought.

Charlie wanted to volunteer as well, but her mouth just didn't want to cooperate with her brain. She was just standing there with bloody, shaky hands.

"I'll go, too," Glenn said right after his girlfriend.

"Okay, think we're going. Beth," Daryl nodded and stepped aside with the younger girl. Charlie couldn't hear what he was saying but felt his eyes on her as he did, and then he looked over at Carl. He must have said something like keep an eye on them, but would Beth really be a reliable person to give two lives to..."You two get the fence. Too many pile-ups, we got ourselves a problem," he gestured towards the two prisoners."Hey," Daryl touched her arm delicately. "I'll be back soon, okay?"

He saw her eyes wandering around, but she wasn't present.

She was so far away at that moment. Maybe part of her was still in the boiler room, maybe part of her was in the quarry, on the farm, or maybe even in Atlanta. Maybe a small part of her was in her family house, surrounded by her brothers, mom, and even dad. It couldn't be her life. She must be sleeping, because there was no way she could kill a person.

"Charlie, I need you to look at me," he said, but she did what he said after he placed a hand on her cheek. "I'm going for a run. I'll be back as soon as possible. Look over Carl, and don't do anything stupid. Charlie?"

"Okay," she whispered, and after she nodded to strengthen her response. Then she felt his lips on her temple.

"Rick!" Maggie called in fear.

To this moment he was sitting as if he was made out of the stone. He didn't hug Carl, didn't ask how he felt, he didn't even look at the baby. He was too deep in his own loss to even notice how other people dealt with the loss. Now she could only see his back as he was going in the direction of a place where his wife died. She could have let both of them die as it didn't make any difference if the baby was alive. At least then she wouldn't have blood on her hands and guilt in her whole body.

"Come on! We're gonna lose light!" Daryl yelled, snapping Charlie from her thoughts.

Memories of the events were hunting her -the longer it was from it, the more pictures were flashed in front of her eyes. Nothing seemed to wash off the blood she had on her hands, she still felt its weight on her skin, and the smell lingered too deep to get rid of it - even though they had been cleaned for a long time. Charlie couldn't be in the same room as the baby, she couldn't even look at the little girl. Her cry was remembering her of Lori who was screaming in pain, and who was the cause of the pain she was experiencing.

"Are you okay?" she heard a weak question and then felt someone's body next to her.

"I should be the one asking you this question," Charlie said looking at the boy, but the moment she crossed eyes with him, she looked away in shame.

"I don't blame you, you know?" Carl said. "You did what you needed to do. I wouldn't have a sister if you didn't do that. And I wouldn't have a mom either."

Charlie looked at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Maybe there was a way to save her."

"It doesn't matter," he said.

"It does Carl," she said. "It makes the whole difference in the world. Your mom asked me to do something cruel. She decided for both of us...for all of us. But she died. And we have to live with consequences."

"You can always count on me," he said, nodding his head. "And I won't be a burden. My sister either."

Charlie looked at him in the daylight, with a sober brain. His eyes were puffy and now he looked like the boy that he was. He was scared - just like Charlie, and he was scared that he was left alone with a baby because his dad was gone. Lori took Rick with her, at least some part of Rick - the sane and strong one.

"Come here," she spread her arms and pulled Carl to her body, wrapping her hands around him in a carrying gesture. She wanted to show him support, she would never be his mother or replace one of his parents, but he would always find a friend in her. He started crying into her chest as if she were his pillow, so no one would hear his sobs, and it was only breaking her heart. "I'm so sorry," Charlie whispered into his hair. It was the moment to kill their old versions and let them be gone with Lori. But at that moment they didn't know how big part of them they were letting go; moreover, they didn't know that they would never see each other in the same way as before. Carl would never be the annoying kid, following her around like a lost puppy, and she would never be the girl who felt satisfied by upsetting him. They didn't know that they would be basically one person one day...

It got only worse when it was getting darker, and there were still no signs of Daryl and Maggie, and Rick was still hiding in a boiler room. Charlie saw the looks she was getting the whole day, but besides Carl, no one had enough courage to approach her. It seemed that her friends were giving her much-needed space, and the two prisoners were keeping their distance - as they should because it was all their fault. They should have sent them away without food or water, or just let them die the moment they found them, maybe then...

Charlie swallowed.

The scariest thing was that Lori was alive when she cut her open, so Charlie killed a perfectly fine woman and became a cause of why two kids became orphans. She promised to protect those two, but she knew very well that she had to break the promise. Carl would do whatever he wanted, and her opinion wouldn't matter - especially now, when he felt responsible and in his eyes he was an adult. And she just couldn't look at the baby, so it was impossible to raise it.

"Hey," Glenn almost whispered, sitting next to her.

Awkward silence.

"The baby is doing good," he said. "She's probably hungry, and water is not doing the job, but it's good. She's good. Have you seen her?"

"No," Charlie clenched her teeth. "And I don't care about it."

Glenn opened his eyes wider.

Probably, if they still were on the farm, he would help her or comfort her. But their relations were cold as if they burnt with Hershel's house. She needed her best friend, but didn't know how to break the distance that with each day was growing. Glenn didn't know that either. He knew it was his fault, he became distant and forgot about her, as he had a whole family on his shoulder. But Charlie wasn't helpful either, if she wanted to reanimate this friendship, he saw no sign of it.

"Still no sign of them?"

"No."

"I don't know if you noticed, but...T-Dog is dead..." Charlie gasped and her eyes filled with tears again. That's what Daryl meant when he said that they are not losing anyone anymore. "He was closing the gate when they got him. Then they disappeared with Carol."

"Is she..."

"I don't know," he shook his head. "There were too many...And she was alone with T-Dog. She probably didn't make it."

Glenn's intention wasn't to make her feel bad, but she did. If she was feeling like shit before, then now she felt even worse than that. That's why she swallowed a big lump and looked at her friend from behind tears. "Why are you telling this to me?"

"Because I want to show you that we lost more than Lori, okay?" he touched her shoulder. "It was a horrible day and we can all feel it."

"No!" she yelled. "It's not the same. We lost T-Dog. You didn't kill him. I'm feeling this way because your girlfriend couldn't handle it. She made a wrong decision, and when things went south she just cried. And someone had to do it. And if it weren't me then...it's enough that he shot her after. We're not the same! Do you know how it feels to kill someone? No! Do you have any idea what a horrible thing is to feel somebody's hot blood running down your hands? How scary it is when you hear them screaming and then...suddenly... you don't? You have no idea!" she yelled at him. "And I can't stand the baby! Because looking at her remembers me of the killer I am!"

She was looking into his eyes in shock that those words finally left her lips and suddenly something snapped. Charlie started crying so hard that she couldn't breathe, the only thing coming out of her mouth was You don't know and We are not the same. And Glenn was with her through the whole time. Like a true man, he was holding her, listening to accusations, and fighting his tears as his heart was breaking. But one thing that came out of her mouth just shattered his body and soul.

"And you left me."

"I'm here now," he said, but as she kept repeating that he didn't care for her anymore, he pushed her away and shook her by her shoulders. "You left me too!"

Charlie stopped crying and was looking at him in shock.

"You left me, too," he said again. "You kept walking away, wishing to be dead and not telling me. I thought I lost you on the farm, and when I found you on the highway you were not the same. I wanted your support, when I became a source of support for Maggie...and her sister...and Hershel. But you stopped talking to me, thinking that I don't want you anymore. You left me, too."

Charlie swallowed. She never looked at this that way.

"But I'm here now," he said, easing his grip. "And I want my sister back."

It was dark already when Daryl and Maggie were back. Everyone took a breath of relief when Daryl was forcing a bottle with formula between the little girl's mouth. Charlie was sitting on the stairs clutching onto the railing for her life, her instinct was to run as far as she could.

"She got a name yet?" Daryl asked.

"Not yet," Carl shook his head. "But I was thinking maybe Sofia. There's Carol, too. And...Andrea. Amy. Jacqui. Patricia. Or Lori..."

"Better not naming her after the dead ones," Charlie said quietly, but she was heard. Glenn nodded.

"Then maybe Charlie," Carl proposed.

So she could carry a name after a woman who murdered her mother...But Charlie decided to bite her tongue this time and used all of her power to smile. "You will come up with something better."

"I don't know..." Carl shook his head.

"Yeah? Do you like that? Little ass-kicker? Right?" Daryl cooed and Charlie was amazed at how this big and rough man can be so soft for a baby. "That's a good name, right?"

Charlie crossed her eyes with him. Maybe in different circumstances, she would look at him with the baby and think about how it fits him. Maybe she would even think about some alternative world where they have their own kids. But now she saw him as some man who can't make anything better - even though till yesterday she believed he could - with a baby whose mother she killed. And couldn't share the enthusiasm as the rest of the group. So she just backed out, still not being able to be in one room as the baby. 

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#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon twd #daryl dixon series #daryl dixon x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl the walking dead #daryl twd #daryl x reader

[defectreject]

⚰. → chris wood : cis man : he/him : what was i made for? by billie eilish — looks like kai parker has been driven to mystic falls. the 22/62-year-old heretic is known for being accommodating on a good day and vindictive on a bad day. now that you mention it, when i think of them i think of the THE BLACK SHEEP OF THE FAMILY, HIDING A SILVER TONGUE INSIDE A LOUD MOUTH, A SELF-FULFILLED VILLAIN ARC, and THE THRILL OF THE HUNT. lets hope they enjoy small town mystic falls, whilst they still can. ( michael ● 28 ● ctz ● he/him )

Currently: Free from his 2018 prison and "working" with Bonnie Bennett (aka behaving aka biding his time not that anyone would be surprised) and staying in Sheila Bennett's guest bedroom. May or may not include magical fail-safes.

Wanted Dynamics / Connections: Prison Mates — Wendy, Diego, Jade, or even some OCs??? Kai believes he left them behind in the prison world. Canon change: They didn't spend nearly as long together as implied (it took a while for them to find him/untie him) and Kai was not intimate with (aka didn't smash) anyone. Gemini Coven — His siblings, OC witches, the other heretics too.

Wanted Canons: Alaric, Katherine, Tyler, Liv, Luke, Enzo, Damon, Stefan, Jeremy, Sheila, and more!

#mayhemhq:intro

[jundlcndwastes]

↪ 𝑫𝑶𝑵'𝑻 𝑺𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝑴𝑬 . ( a collection of lyric starters from an assortment of billie eilish songs . | don't you know i'm no good for you ? - joel miller asked by @goldnsnds

❝ You don't have to do that with me. ❞ For those who had been around when the beginning of the end of the world started, you noticed how you had changed. At first, it was learning what it took to survive, as in teaching yourself how to hot wire a car when traveling lost distances or setting up animal traps to hunt for food. For a lot of folks, it was learning how to use weapons and to kill. Not just clickers. People, too.

That's where things shifted when you realized what it took for you to survive in this world. People weren't always there to be neighborly and lend a helping hand when shit hit the fan. Most of the time they took advantage of you - stole from you, beat you, left you for dead, or just killed you to make it easier for them to get what they wanted. Taking a life did something to you. It took away something you could never get back no matter how much you tried. It was blood that would never truly wash off. She suspected the first time she took someone's life went about the same way for Joel. No doubt it changed him the way it had done her. It carved paths out for them. Observing him now, she figured that his path led to him feeling like he didn't deserve to have someone care about him.

❝ You don't have to push me away because you carry the weight of what you've done on your shoulders and that makes you think that you don't deserve someone caring about you. We've all had to do things we'll never get over in this life but what are we supposed to do? Let it weigh us down like heavy, guilty chains? I'm not going to tell myself I don't deserve the love of someone else because of what I thought I had to do to see another day or protect the people I love most. You shouldn't either, Joel. It's a very lonely life and you deserve to let yourself deserve better. ❞

#goldnsnds #☆ ───── JUNIPER WOLFHART ( VERSE. KEEP FINDING SOMETHING TO FIGHT FOR ) #☆ ───── JUNIPER WOLFHART ( MEME REPLIES )

[iwannagifyou]

#billie eilish gif #billie eilish #gif hunt #gifs #your power #happier than ever

[goddessofmischief]

Can we have a dorky moment imagine where djin takes off his helmet and the reader blurts out I love you

AHHH DORKY MOMENTS

I kind of want to make my din suggestions into a series with a continuing narrative? yes? no? would people want this?

i love you - Din Djarin/the Mandalorian x Reader (inspired by Billie Eilish)

You knew he would come for you.

You and your partner, Din Djarin, had been hunting someone in the sands of Tatooine, and you, being your usual self, had gotten captured. Now, you were a prisoner on a Hutts’ sail barge.

And whose fault is that? you could imagine Din muttering to you, while you bit your lip and tried not to laugh. Din hated when people laughed at him, but he didn’t seem to mind so much when it was you.

And, anyway, imagining him made it feel less lonely - even though you knew he’d come back. Still, standing here, your arms bound in chains as you wobble only feet away from a sarlacc pit was not your favourite place to be.

“Gardulla the Hutt wishes to ask if you have any last words.” You don’t take him seriously, of course. No Twi’lek was gonna tell you when your last words would be.

But, still - for a moment, you think on it.

And to your shock, discomfort and surprise, only five words come to mind.

“I love you, Din Djarin.”

You don’t realize you’ve said it aloud until it’s too late, until the whole barge is laughing at you. But fortunately, they’re the only ones who do. The Mandalorian himself doesn’t show until about thirty seconds later, flying by with a jetpack, picking you up and destroying the barge. You’re flying, past endless fields of sand, and you barely realize you and Din have dropped onto the Razor Crest, both of you on the ground.

You’re panting, and collapsed on the floor, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You realize that Din’s helmet has fallen off, and even though you’ve only ever wanted to see him - you don’t stare. Because this isn’t about that. It’s about him, all of him.

And that’s what you’re thinking, when you burst out with “I love you,” a grin lighting up your whole face.

Until... until...

His expression changes. It’s wonder, at first. And then... sadness.

Regret.

“Please,” he said, and he sounds more tired than you’ve ever heard him. “Please... don’t.”

You swallow, suddenly feeling cold.

“I... I... don’t understand.”

“The Creed...” “The Creed doesn’t keep me from loving you, and I do.”

“Take it back.”

“No,” you say. You’re being childish, now.

“Y/N...”

“I love you.”

You decide to say it, until he hears it. You’ll make him listen. He doesn’t have to say it back - but he has to hear it.

“Y/N, you don’t understand-” “I love you, Din.”

“This life, it’s not-” “I love you, Din.”

“And if something happened, then-”

”I love you, Din.”

”And you can love someone else, you’re young, you don’t know-”

”I can’t love anyone else, don't you get it? I’m stuck with that, it’s my cross to bear, but I’ll take it, goddamn it. Because I love you, Din Djarin.”

That shuts him up. Something about the invocation of his last name changes things, imperceptibly, and he closes his mouth. You raise your thumb, tracing it over the outline of his chin, wanting so badly to kiss him.

“You shouldn't.” “I know,” you say. “I know that I shouldn’t, but... I do.”

He sighs, deep brown eyes looking in yours.

“I don’t... I don’t...” and then a dam breaks, suddenly, and he kisses you.

“I love you,” he whispers. “I love you, and it’s wrong, but I love you-” “Say it again,” you demand. “I love you.”

You grin, holding on to him tightly, as if he might not be real.

“Don’t make me go anywhere,” you insist. “Don’t push me away.” “I wish I could,” he says, seriously. “But you chose this.” “I did,” you respond. “I do.”

You choose him. Today, that’s enough.

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin imagine #din djarin #star wars x reader #star wars #the mandalorian #mandalorian #pedro pascal #billie eilish

[daisysliv]

no time to die | superquake

words: 1743

pairing: daisy johnson x kara danvers

summary: in which daisy johnson has to say goodbye to another person she loves

warnings: angst and character death

notes: loosely based on billie eilish's song no time to die. it's not as great as l would prefer but it is one of my favorite fics that I've written so far. it’s not edited so I apologize if there are any mistakes. this was requested by @theparagonofhope1701! I hope you like it </3

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      Rushing down the halls of the DEO, Daisy hurried to find Alex. Tears leaked from her eyes, falling down her cheeks rapidly as she hunted for the woman. She pushed past agents, ignoring their grunts of pain when they hit the wall and their looks of pity.

She didn't have the time to care about that. She needed to get to Kara. She needed to hold her hand.

Entering the hospital wing of the base, she came to a stop at the sight of Alex Danvers crying over her unconscious sister's body as she lay still in a bed, still wearing her super suit. Next to her was an older man she knew to be J’onn, his cheeks were wet with tears. At the foot of the bed stood a smaller man, his colorful shirt tucked into his pants and a tablet held close to his chest; Winn.

The three of them surrounded the blonde Kryptonian, none of them noticing the presence of the inhuman from another universe. Daisy glanced at the woman in the bed, her body trembling.

“Alex?” She whimpered, her voice strained. The agent looked up, her eyes becoming wide at the sight of the inhuman. Daisy brought a hand up to wipe at her face but it was no use, the tears wouldn't stop.

She watched Alex squeeze her sister's hand before moving towards Daisy, immediately wrapping her in a tight hug. “Daisy, I didn't think you'd make it in time.”

“I… I left immediately after Coulson called me.” Her arms wrapped tightly around the DEO agent.

Daisy Johnson had been in the middle of a mission on her earth with her team at Shield when she had received a call from a worried Coulson telling her that something happened to Kara and she could drop the mission to go to her. It was a no-brainer to abandon her post and travel through the multiverse to get to her girlfriend.

Nothing else mattered but Kara.

“Come on,” Alex backs up, taking hold of Daisy’s hand and bringing her to the superhero's bedside.

“What… uh what happened?”

“She had gone ahead of us during a mission to stop Lex and we didn't… we did-didn’t know he had kryptonite charged weapons that were set to go off when she arrived,” Winn answered. “She got hit with every one of them at once. Her screams…”

Daisy nearly collapsed.

“No amount of yellow sun can... can heal her. It was too much.” J’onn’s voice cracked. The emotional display he made caught her off guard, she had never seen him like this before. “We thought... We wanted you here... to say your last goodbyes," He said. 

“Goodbyes? Are you telling me... that... she won't live?” Her heart shattered into pieces, the pieces falling to her stomach. 

“I'm sorry,” J’onn hung his head and exited the med bay. Winn walked up to the inhuman, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder before he took his leave. Daisy looked over at the agent, whose eyes were rimmed red and puffy. Shaking her head, Daisy gripped the hand of her girlfriend, fresh tears brimming in her eyes.

She couldn't die. She just couldn't. 

Daisy was so lost when they met and Kara helped her get through it. She was her best friend, her rock, her everything. 

“Alex, there has to be something we can do.” 

“We tried everything we could, Dais. Believe me, I want nothing more than to save her—she's my sister but we can't. It's no use.” 

“What about Argo? Can't we take her there?” 

The agent shook her head. 

“It won't… Winn contacted her mom and it won't save her. It’ll just speed up the process.” Alex looked at her sister, her eyes watching her chest barely move. “Speaking of her mom, she's on her way and will be here in a few hours.” 

“Clark?” 

“Him too. Called everybody after we reached Coulson.” 

The inhuman nodded and turned her attention back to Kara. Her hold on her girlfriend’s hand tightened. 

“We have to do something.” 

“We can’t. Trust me, I wish there was but we can’t. All we can do is say our goodbyes for right now.” Alex sniffled. 

No, no, no. Daisy shook her head rapidly. She was Kara Danvers—Supergirl, there was no way that she was dying. It wasn’t possible. 

“I’ve lost too many people… I don’t know what I’d do if I added her to the list. Alex, I can’t lose her. It’s not time.” 

“I know, I know. But we tried every possible angle… We don’t know what else to do. I don’t want to lose her any more than you do. She’s my sister, my best friend, and losing her would be like losing half of me. I’m sure you feel that way too but you need… You have to trust that I have thought of and tried everything I could.” Alex wiped at her eyes, her voice breaking the more she spoke. “You should say your goodbyes before everyone else gets here. There’s only so much… so much time left.” 

“Alex, please. There has to be something.” Daisy begs once more. 

“There is nothing! If there was, do you think I’d be standing here telling you there is nothing to be done to save my baby sister?! Daisy, I love her as much as you but I can’t… We can’t save her so just stop, please.” 

The inhuman stares at the DEO agent, her tears finally coming to a stop as she thinks of her next words. 

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to-”

“I know. I’ll come back when everyone else arrives, alright?” 

Daisy nods and takes a seat in the chair on the side of Kara’s bed. She waits a few moments for the older Danvers sister to leave before a sob forced its way out from the back of her throat. She wipes under her nose, getting rid of the snot that leaked from her nose.

Stay the hell away from that girl… wherever she goes, death follows. Those words have been playing on repeat since the moment she arrived in National City. Lumley and the Kree were proven right yet again. Everyone she gets close to and starts to love dies on her. She was cursed. 

She’s been cursed since the moment she was born. 

Daisy sniffed and picked up Kara’s hand, holding it close to her lips, and placed her fingers on her pulse. It was faint but it was there. 

“Hey, love. Been a while since I’ve seen you and I’m sorry for that. Coulson had me on so many back-to-back missions and it looks like you’ve been pretty busy here too. God, I should’ve made more time for you. I’m so sorry, Kara. I was planning to come to surprise you in a couple of days but I guess you beat me to it.” She laughed through another sob. “This isn’t how I imagined seeing you again after three months. I imagined surprising you at your loft when you came home from work, doesn’t matter which job. I imagined greeting you with a kiss and pot-stickers and pizza.” 

Daisy lifted her eyes to Kara’s face, taking in all her features. “I can’t lose you so please… please come back. I need you to come back but if you don’t… I won’t be mad at you, love. I’ll learn to live without you but that doesn’t mean I want to. I don’t want our last memory together to be of me leaving after that fight. I want our last memory to be a happy one and… this isn’t it. You mean so much to me and the idea of losing you is killing me so come back. ” A knock on the door drew Daisy’s attention away from her girlfriend. 

Alex stood there with Eliza, Clark, and Kara’s mother, Alura, behind her. It was time for them to say their goodbyes. 

“I love you with everything I am and I’ll love you forever. I’m not sure of a lot of things but that is one thing I am sure of. I’d do anything for five more minutes,” Standing up, Daisy leaned down and pressed her lips to Kara’s forehead.  “I gotta go now. Everyone else is waiting to say goodbye,”

Daisy stared at their hands, committing her touch to memory before she let go and never felt it again. Her fingers were still on her pulse and she could feel it slowly coming to a stop.

Upon realizing she could never hear Kara's voice again or feel her warmth, Daisy's heart sank in sadness. The adorable crease between her brows that she gets when she's stressed or the way the sun reflects off her eyes, making them shine a brighter shade of blue, would be hidden from her forever. Or how her eyes appear like comets when she is sad because of the tears she hasn't shed. After today, Daisy would never see the scrunch of her nose when she laughs again. 

She will never be able to see Kara's face again once her heart stops. Not being able to make new memories with the woman she loved would break her. 

Although she would recover, it would take a lifetime. "I love you, Kara." Daisy looks at her girlfriend one last time as she exits the med bay, letting Clark and Alura enter, rushing to  Kara’s side.

The second Daisy felt the warm air of the command center, her legs gave out and she sank to the floor. Alex and Eliza were quick to drop to the floor beside her, engulfing her in a tight hug. She felt Eliza place a kiss on the top of her head causing her another sob to tear from her throat. 

She doesn’t know how long they sat there like that before the only sound that could be heard in her ears was the flatline tone of the heart monitor. 

She was gone. Kara was actually gone. 

“N-no! Kara, please!” Alura shouted through her sobs. Pushing herself out of the Danvers women’s hold, she rushed into the room, stopping a couple of feet from the bed. Alura looked up and her gaze softened. “Oh, honey. Come here,” 

She ran into her arms, and they both cried until their throats hurt. Clark’s tears silently rolled down his cheeks as he stood behind them.

Soon, everyone surrounded Kara's lifeless body and wished they had more time.

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[knivedfatalis]

[  emeraude toubia  &  she/her &  female  ]  :  my  oh  my,  is  that  GABRIELLA CORTEZ in  bon  temps  ?  what  the  hell  are  they  up  to  hanging  around THE FALLS  listening  to   LISTEN BEFORE I GO  by BILLIE EILISH when  they  should  be  doing  whatever  a  HUNTER  does  ?  between  you  and  i,  the  27  year  old  HUMAN  is  avoided  for  acting  CALLOUSLY,  but  whenever  they  let  their  RELIABLE  side  shine  through  people  flock  to  them.  i  guess  they're  in  town  because HER FRIEND MAGGIE IS HERE.  explains  some  of  it,  though  i  can't  help  but  wonder  if  there's  more  to  a WIELDED BLADES SHARP AND BLOODSTAINED, GIRL WITH A GUN FOR A TONGUE story.   ───  essy, 25, gmt, she/her.

hey,  hello, hi lovelies.  i’m essy, and this is my little terror gabriella!  for the basics, she’s twenty seven, and a hunter, and on a mission to hunt down the demon who killed her dad.  

gabriella was born the only child of valentina and diego cortez, a result of a drunken one night stand that pushes her parents together for the SAKE of the baby. this only creates an uncomfortably miserable atmosphere from the off. though none of this is evident to little gabby, who becomes the apple of her father’s eye. she’s very much a daddies girl, and spends her time following him around as a little girl. her mother and her had a tricky relationship, for her mother, growing up so quick and having a little girl hadn’t been in the cards ---- and she gave up her LIFE, which had her always looking for some way out. something more interesting than the cushy family life she had. valentina had a wandering eye and had a history of cheating on gabriella’s father.  (  it’s not that diego didn’t know, maybe he did.  )  but regardless of her mother’s infidelity, gabby’s childhood goes smoothly, things are brushed under the carpet and hidden, and she’s got a kind heart - a soft girl. 

it’s only on one of her mothers ventures out, seeking an ESCAPE that trouble really finds the cortez family. her mother’s selfish, and she hears of DEALS,  some idiot boasting at a bar, and ends up crazed and researches.  gabby is fourteen when her mother finally finds what she’s looking for.  she makes a deal  ----  gabby never finds out what for,  in fact, all the details were disgustingly vague. 

this information, and the horrific memories of what was waiting for her when she got home from her friends house,  that she finds her dad’s body  ----  it’s already too late.  she struggles with the images of that day are things that don’t leave her even to this day, or the cold helpless feeling that had held her hostage.   

AT FIRST she thought her mother had done it, that her mother had killed her dad and taken off. but it’s only when she had gathered her stuff that she finds the research.  (  at first she doesn’t believe it,  she doesn’t want to,  not that all the monsters she thought to be fiction could actually be real.  )  

she resents her mother,  and as her grandma is in a care home,  she ends up in the care system herself.  soft girl ends up with a hardened cold heart  ----  and loses herself in the process. they’re never able to place her with families, she’s too much trouble, ending up in fights, or getting cautioned by the police.  all for stupid things, petty crimes, acting out.  she just WANTED the pain to stop but it never did. 

she begins to research herself, when she’s able ---- once she’s out of the system, she starts to begin her hunt.  first for her mother,  then for the monster who killed her dad.  it’s only when she’s 20 does she come face to face with her mother again.  after the loss of her grandmother,  the woman decides to show up for the reading of the will.  they come to blows,   gabby finds out the truth,  and the demon who she’s looking for,  one with RED eyes.  she tries to kill her mother,  tries to bring herself to do it,  SHE ALMOST DOES,  knife at the throat of the one who betrayed her most  ----  and she lets her know that she’s living on BORROWED time anyway.  THE NEW LIFE she has comes with a hefty price of ten years, and she only has four left.  (  after  that  she’ll  be  dragged  to  hell.  )  and so gabby walks away,  with the hope that hell will hurt her so much more.  

she starts looking for the demon,  it’s on a hunt that she bumps into maggie fusilier,  and they don’t get on at first,  until it seems they’ve both seen their FAIR share of tragedies.  she helps gabby narrow her search down, gives her information about demons she didn’t know.  SHE WAS LOOKING FOR A CROSSROADS DEMON.  they both remained friends, in fact she’s perhaps the only person she has left. 

gabriella now mostly hunts -----  she enjoys the way that it allows her to take out all the bottled up anger she hasn’t dealt with,  it’s easier to be vicious with a blade than face a cold hard mirror held up against herself. AGAINST WHO SHE’D BECOME.  no,  she’s not sure she could ever do that.  in the mean time, she has taken up residency in bon temps,  finds it could be somewhere to settle.  not HOME,  but close enough. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS  :  i’d love someone to be past friends with her,  or enemies,  or heck even the demon who killed her dad / gave her moms deal. in short --- pls just come plot with me <3 

#macabreintro #hi hello pls love me <3

[honcys]

(  fah  yongwaree.  cis  female.  she/her.  8  &  billie  eilish.  )  i  heard  HONEY  APINYA  singing  the  other  night,  though  it  didn’t  sound  like  english.  it’s  so  admirable  that  someone  who’s  only  TWENTY-THREE  can  sing  latin  so  fluently!  i  hear  they  hang  out  with  the  TACITUM  coven,  but  they’re  also  a  VET  STUDENT  at  CORNELL  UNIVERSITY.  when  dusk  falls,  you  can  usually  find  them  heading  home  to  BROOKLYN  by  SUBWAY !

             𝑀𝑈𝑆𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆  ☼  𝑉𝐼𝑆𝑈𝐴𝐿𝑆  ☼  𝑊𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐸𝐷  ☼  𝑃𝐿𝐴𝑌𝐿𝐼𝑆𝑇

hello  hello  !  this  is  honey,  another  apinya  and  the  sweetest  witch  you'll  ever  meet  !

born  to  an  estranged  member  of  the  apinya  family,  honey  was  given  up  to  be  raised  by  coven  members  and  her  practicing  aunt  for  as  long  as  she  can  remember.  sort  of  a  baby-in-a-basket  scenario,  but  with  more  forewarning.

her  mother,  bee,  ran  away  from  home  quite  young  with  the  desire  to  leave  witchcraft  and  the  coven  behind.  not  too  long  after  this,  honey  showed  up  at  her  aunt's  home  with  a  note  and  nothing  else.  as  far  as  honey  is  concerned,  her  aunt  is  her  mother.  she  never  knew  bee  the  way  anyone  else  did,  and  she's  always  found  herself  at  home  with  the  rest  of  the  apinyas.  

growing  up  on  the  shyer  side,  honey  has  always  been  rather  tender-hearted.  she's  always  been  empathetic  nearly  to  a  fault.  especially  as  a  child,  this  tended  to  take  a  toll  on  her  as  she  had  a  habit  of  taking  on  the  feelings  and  emotions  of  everyone  around  her.  as  she  grew  older,  this  became  easier  to  manage  !

DEATH  TW    /  around  her  high  school  years,  honey  became  heavily  involved  with  a  hunter,  gael  !  this  proved  controversial,  especially  as  her  aunt  had  a  heavy  dislike  for  hunters.  their  meeting  was  entirely  coincidental,  and  their  relationship  rather  star-crossed.  much  to  her  aunt's  dismay,  honey  and  gael  stayed  together  for  most  of  their  teenage  years.  just  before  her  twenty-first  birthday,  gael  was  killed  on  a  hunting  excursion  by  a  werewolf  (  wanted  connection  )  !

the  abrupt  lost  took  a  toll  on  honey,  who  spent  (  and  still  spends  )  a  lot  of  time  grieving.  though  honey  had  always  been  on  the  bubbly  side,  she  started  to  spend  more  time  alone,  buried  herself  in  work  with  the  excuse  that  veterinary  school  was  busy  and  stressful  (  it  was  ),  and  was  much  more  reclusive.  her  mean  streak  for  werewolves  isn't  gone,  though,  even  if  she's  worked  heavily  on  returning  to  her  old  self  over  the  last  couple  of  years.  

due  to  her  heavy  involvement  with  a  hunter,  over  the  years  she'd  become  a  sort  of  bridge  between  her  immediate  coven  members  and  certain  hunters.  a  lot  of  honey's  witchcraft  revolved  around  hunters  -  including  crafting  their  potions  and  creating  remedies  for  sustained  injuries.  

honey  has  walked  the  line  of  neutrality,  the  name  of  the  apinya  game,  quite  naturally  her  entire  life.  her  philosophy  is  do  no  harm,  though  in  general  all  actions,  especially  in  the  supernatural  world  they  live  in,  has  consequence.  for  the  most  part,  honey  does  her  best  to  respect  everyone's  right  to  make  decisions  for  themselves.  this  is  the  only  reason  she's  gone  on  with  making  hunter  potions  for  so  long.

KIDNAPPING  TW  /  due  to  her  skills,  over  the  last  summer  she  disappeared  for  nearly  two  months.  while  she'd  developed  relationships  with  other  hunter  friends  and  family  of  gael  ,  there  were  still  plenty  of  rogue  hunters  who  had  no  alliance  or  interest  in  making  nice  with  witches.  with  honey's  expertise  in  witchcraft  that  benefited  hunters,  they  decided  to  kidnap  her  on  her  routine  route  home  after  one  of  her  classes.  being  held  captive  for  six  weeks,  honey  was  used  for  her  magic  to  help  hunters  stock  up  on  potions  and  other  things  to  give  them  an  advantage.  at  times,  she  had  to  experiment  on  their  behalf  to  get  them  desired  results,  which  went  on  until  the  apinyas  found  her  and  rescued  her  (  more  wanted  connections  /  plots  )  !

since  then,  honey's  distrust  for  mostly  everyone  has  grown.  while  growing  up  in  a  warm  environment  had  ensured  honey  always  gave  others  the  benefit  of  the  doubt,  her  experiences  in  the  last  few  months  and  years  have  shaped  the  way  she  sees  things  :  from  the  werewolf  that  killed  gael  and  the  hunters  who  took  her,  honey's  developed  a  shell  under  the  soft  exterior.

personality-wise,  though,  honey  still  exudes  kindness.  there's  a  tenderness  to  her  that  can't  be  erased.  while  she  may  be  wary  of  others,  her  desire  to  help  often  wins  out.  this  often  means  she  forces  herself  to  push  past  the  anxiety  attached  to  her  past  experiences.

honey's  temper  is  generally  non-existent,  although  she  does  have  her  limits.  she's  more  likely  to  retreat  ...  and  cry  first,  if  anything.  she's  much  more  of  an  emotional  person  who  is  far  likely  to  be  hurt  and  upset  than  to  be  angry.  and  despite  her  defenses  telling  her  better,  she  still  has  a  penchant  for  developing  attachments  to  people  before  she  fully  should.  it's  not  hard  to  weasel  your  way  into  honey's  heart,  if  only  because  she  has  a  huge  one  !

#dusk:intro #honey | intro

[nctzenina]

[12:30 A.M.]

"this was your idea, don't blame me if you get killed tonight," you say to your friend, renjun.

you two were exploring an abandoned hotel, ghost-hunting. renjun said he had wanted to go ghost-hunting for his birthday, but of course, being in a friend group full of pussies, they said no. and so you went go ghost-hunting with him the week after his birthday.

"ghosts can't kill us, idiot," he replies.

"can they?" you say, moving your flashlight around, examining the dark hotel room.

renjun's looking through a pile of unknown something, and you look at the dirty pile in disgust as he sifts through it with his gloved hands. you drop your flashlight on accident on the floor next to the bare, once-made bed, and you bend down to grab it. but not before you see something under the bed.

"what the fuck was that?!"

#Spotify #inspiration: the scary going seventeen ep #stan svt though 😿✋ #talented KINGS #renjun nct #renjun angst #renjun horror #renjun thriller #nct dream #renjun nct dream #nct dream renjun #renjun fluff #renjun scenarios #renjun blurbs #renjun blurb #renjun drabbles #renjun imagines #nct dream angst #nct dream horror #nct dream thriller #nct angst #nct horror #nct thriller #maybe pt 2 soon ??

[sheep-and-lykos]

Deputy: Jordan Parrish x Reader

Contains: Violence, blood, angst.

Song Rec: Six Feet Under - Billie Eilish

Notes: I placed this during Season 4, aka the Deadpool for supernaturals, before Jordan knows what he is. We made it so you were being hunted, but we didn't’ fill in what you are, so go crazy with your imagination! :3c

Your body refused to move from its spot, huddled in the corner of the closet, behind all of your hung clothes. You shook uncontrollably, a hand was clamped over your mouth to keep you from crying out.

Your mind, however, was arguing with your body. You knew you needed to move, you were trapped in a corner, you were an easy kill, easy money for the hunter lurking through your hollow home.

Speaking of, you could hear their boots slowly walk around the house, a pep in their step as they knew you were still here. You heard him chuckling to himself, bragging about how much you were worth on the deadpool list. He was checking every room, slamming open every closet, moving every article of clothing, flipping mattresses, searching everywhere you could manage to fit yourself.

He was laughing aloud to you, promising a quick death if you behaved and came out right then and there. When you didn't answer the first few times, he had turned cold.

"I have that phone of yours," he called out as he came up the stairs. The wood groaned under his feet. You could smell the alcohol and the heavy duty body spray and... oh god, are you smelling the blood of some poor supernatural that met their fate to this asshole? "Last phone call to Jordan... Your boyfriend or would that happen to be the same Jordan on the deadpool, would it sweetheart?"

You grit your teeth against your cupped hand, a sharp intake waving off to a wobble.

You could barely handle the fact that this was happening.

You had called Jordan when you noticed that a stranger's car was parked right outside of your house. You were alone, your family was gone for a few hours, weren't expected for a few more. You saw a man in the driver's seat, guns on the dashboard. You got scared, so you had called him in a fit of fear.

Sadly, you only received his voicemail, to which you ordered him to come to your house as soon as possible.

You kept your eyes pinned on the space under the closet door. His footsteps grew closer, slowing down as they quickly stopped at the room right next to yours. He entered and rifled around before throwing open the closet doors.

Your phone had suddenly gone off, your ringtone filling the empty void inside of the house. You softly whimpered, scrunching back, deeper into the closet.

Your teeth started chattering.

"Should I answer it?" he cackled as he stepped out into the hallway. The phone quickly cut off. Your heart beat against your chest harder. You thought he had answered it. "Guess he didn't wanna talk. Sad. I was gonna put him through the pleasures of finding you."

He dropped your phone to the ground. You quickly heard it crunch, glass shattering followed by the pops and crackles of it being destroyed by one boot stomp.

He turned to the room you were hiding in and slowly walked in.

Before he could even lift the bed, there was a harsh knock at the front door.

"Expecting someone?" he smirked.

Through the slats on the closet door, your heart stopped dead in its tracks at the sight of him. You could see his disgusting smirk as he eyed the closet.

"This is the Beacon County Sheriff's Department," someone called out. Your body perked up at the sound of Jordan's strong voice. "Come out with your hands up!"

"I know you're in here."

He flipped the mattress over, kicking the boxspring off only to find an empty floor inhabited by dust bunnies.

Downstairs you heard one last loud series of knocks before the door was kicked in.

You fumbled around your person, finding your father's baseball bat. The metal sat cold and heavy in your hand.

Maybe, just maybe, you could live to see another day. If he were to go confront Jordan, you could hit him over the head with this, and maybe...

The hunter in the room left the room, but not before glaring right at you, through the slats of the doors.

An icy chill ran through your spine. You had a feeling he saw you through the thin spaces in between the slats.

He left the room, footsteps suddenly lighter than they should be as he crept down the hallway.

A tap at the window suddenly startled you, a shrill scream nearly leaving your lips. You cracked the closet door open just a bit and popped your head out to see another man at the window peeking in until he saw you.

He motioned you to unlock the window.

You saw him with Jordan a few times, you knew he wasn't a hunter.

What was his name... Sam? Stiles? No that was the name of his friend...

You scrambled out of the closet and hurried to the window and opened it.

"Come on," he whispered to you. "Jordan told us what's going on. We're getting you out of here."

"Scott!" you heard someone silently scream. "Did you find 'em?"

Scott, the man before you, rolled his eyes and offered you a hand. You were quickly pulled outside onto the roof when you heard gunshots inside of the house.

"Ready to jump?"

You nodded and watched as Scott gripped onto the ledge of the roof and rolled off onto his feet. He held his arms out for you to jump into in case you fell.

You slowly padded up to the edge only to whip around when you heard someone barrel into the room behind you, door slamming open. Just as you turned your head, you were pushed off by a force entering your stomach.

You toppled over the edge of the roof as your hands fled to your stomach where something cold and wet overtook your fingers. Pain scattered through your body as your feet slipped from the edge.

When arms and hands grabbed to catch you, searing, white-hot pain forced a wail from you as you grabbed a hold of the flesh that had been shot as tears rolled down your cheeks. You writhed in the arms of your savior, one of their hands pressing against your mouth to muffle the screams.

In the distance, you could hear sirens blaring.

You heard your name being called over the blood roaring in your ears and another pair of hands grab a hold of you, pressing hands over your wound tightly, making you bite into the hands over your mouth.

"We need to get her to the hospital," you heard Jordan order. "Did you call Sheriff Stilinski?"

"Where is he?" you heard Scott call out.

Everything hurt. Everything was just blinding pain. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your chest heaving, mind fuzzing as you heard your heart racing in your ears.

Your vision was failing you, everything swaying from side to side as the pain wracking your body was slowly lifted. You slowly began to feel the hand clamped down on your wrist, veins slowly turning black and hiding at the curve of the elbow.

Your eyelids grew heavy, the sirens grew closer, you felt a large hand pat at your cheek, jolting your eyes open to see Jordan with tears coating his worried eyes.

"Stay with me (Y/n)," he murmured to you.

You could have sworn, that even with your failing vision, you saw those beautiful muddy hazel eyes of his had turned a fiery orange before your eyes had finally collapsed and you passed out.

Jordan sat next to your bed at the hospital, staring at you, saying nothing and doing nothing but sit in silence. His breaths were shaky, his hands were fumbling, he often would break out into a cold sweat whenever he would remember your screams.

A sharp chill ran down his spine as he finally worked up the guts to look down at his hand, staring directly at the veins poking from his wrist. No longer black, but a normal light blue against his pale skin.

What he did when you were on the street, writhing in pain, it was foreign to him what he did, but for some reason, he knew what it was.

He clenched his hand into a fist and exhaled a long-awaited breath before looking back at you.

He knew what you were, he saw your name on the deadpool right under his name.

So what was he?

Jordan slowly pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket and opened a new message to Scott McCall.

Jordan took one deep breath and looked up to you once more before he started typing.

What am I?

#teen wolf #jordan parrish #jordan parrish x reader #teen wolf imagine

[honeysources]

ICON AND GIF HUNT PACK!

Over a year ago I made a icon and gif hunt blog called modelrps. I haven't been on top of posting and updating it, and decided to get rid of the blog. Instead of deleting all the content I'm just going to pile it into one zip file and post it here!

This pack contains over 95 subfolders of icons and gifs of various models and celebrities. Each person does not have a single zip file, so under the cut you will find info on which celebrities this zip contains and how many icons and gifs there are for them. Also in this pack is the psds I used for the icons and gifs.

The photos and videos used are fairly old, so for some it may be outdated. However, I hope some of you find it helpful! No need to credit me, just like or reblog if using.

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