#where's my rick trash at

[andy-clutterbuck]

The Ones Who Live | 1x01 | Years

#THE DOG TAGS STAY ON #Rick Grimes #The Ones Who Live #towl spoilers #* #rg #why did this make me so feral #i would really like to know #because i just..... #also is that a shoulder holster because PLEASE #P L E A S E #i don't need an explanation for that one #feminism is concerned for me rn #where's my rick trash at #because i look like cujo rn #*GLASS BREAKING* *CASH REGISTER NOISES* *CAR HORNS*

[sinsandsweetness]

rickyl x fem!reader but it’s her birthday, and they wanna make their girl feel super special:). like reader is super sweet to everyone and she’s kinda a crybaby but rick and daryl love her for it and mock her for it which only makes her cry more:( idk if you write for stuff like that but i think it’s a great idea!

note- ok anon I love love love crybaby!reader, so thank u for this prompt. not sure if you wanted fluff or smut... so I went with my gut. If you wanted fluff, just tell me and I can whip up something else:) (Also, everyone I know always tells me that they cry on their birthday... is this a universal experience? I never understood it lol) let me know what u think <3

warnings- smut obv. 18+ content, mdni. crybaby!reader, dom!Rick and Daryl, teasing, edging, light dacryphilia cause it just comes with the territory, not proofread well. (I went down an edging rabbit hole on p*rnhub so… this is just the inevitable result of that)

NOT YET, SWEETHEART

"What's wrong?" Rick asks all gentle, approaching you, rubbing your nose with your sleeve. Sniffling away on the bed.

"I broke it." You swallow, pointing to the couple flowers still lying on the floor. Hand picked by both of your boys. Set up as a surprise on your dresser with a note so cute, you’d have it tattooed on your body if you could. It was so sentimental. So sweet.

They knew that you didn't care about gifts, just the thought people put behind them. The part that made you emotional was the little polaroid stapled to the card. A picture of you and them during the last summers Fourth of July celebration. You didn't even remember someone taking a photo that night, but it’s definitely your favourite picture of yourself ever. In between the two men, arms around your waist and sparklers lit, holding them up to the sky. It’s perfect.

So you loved their gift, but you were trying to move it. Just so that it could be on your nightstand. Where you’d be able to smell the fresh flowers while you laid down in the clean, satiny sheets. That’s when it slipped. Not realizing how heavy it was and then fumbling with it. Crashing down onto the hardwood and breaking into a million shards of glass and broken stems. You tried your best to sweep it up, slightly blinded by your tears. You ruined their gift. Petals strewn all over the ground. Water everywhere. The broken vase now sitting in the trash bin, along with your self-esteem. It was awful.

A tear rolls down your cheek, and you can hear Rick laugh a little.

"Don't laugh..." you whine, covering your face.

"I'm not laughing, it's just cute. You're cute."

"You are laughing. And now Daryl is too... great." You plop back onto the bed. Daryl must have followed him upstairs and was now leaning against the doorway, biting back a smile at the sight in front of him; your head bouncing slightly off the plush mattress, hands still covering your wet cheeks.

"Thought you had a good day... what's making you cry, baby?" Daryl asked, approaching the bed as well. Both men on either side of you. Hands brushing your knees.

"I did!" You breath in a shaky breath. More tears forming, threatening to fall. You really did have a great day. You woke up in between them. Had some blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Read in your hammock the entire afternoon. Plus, had a surprise party at Carols with cake and candles and everything. It was the sweetest birthday you could ever imagine. You felt so special. So loved by your whole group. And then seeing the gift that Rick and Daryl left in your room, the photo and the flowers. It was just so beautiful. So thoughtful and caring.

"Then why all the tears, doll?" Daryl asks as Rick grabs your wrist, pulling it away from your face. Smiling down at you.

"Everyones just been so nice n' then your note was just so sweet and special, and- and then I- I broke your gift..." You explain.

“It’s not a big deal, hun, we can go get you a knew one.” Rick tells you.

“But it was a present. It won’t be the same.”

"It’s just a vase, baby." Daryl chimes in, hand running up your thigh. Sending little tingles down your spine. He didn’t get it. It’s not just a vase. It’s a vase that they picked out for you. Special for you.

"And besides, that's not our whole gift, sweetie. You know that, right?" Rick asks. Propping himself on his elbow, down next to you.

"Hm?" His comment piques your curiosity. Momentarily forgetting about the flowers.

"Yeah, we have one more. Its realllyyy special. Just for you. Our sweet, sensitive girl." Rick tucks some hair out of your face and you start to catch on.

"Oh." You whisper. Daryls hand now under your dress, tracing the little bow on the front of your panties.

"Mhm." Daryl says against your neck, his soft little kisses being pressed into the skin.

“What is it?” You voice is all breathy. Trying to think clearly even with both men’s hands starting to roam.

“Mmm I think it’s a little easier to show then tell. Don’t you agree, Daryl?”

“Yeah. Why don’t you relax and close those pretty eyes.” Daryl offers and you can hear them start to shift. Your lids immediately fluttering closed at his suggestion.

“Let us give you your special gift, huh?”

“Okay,” you say hesitantly. Awaiting their special gift. Your panties being peeled down your thighs achingly slow by one of their hands. Daryl settling in between your legs as Rick stays and leans into kiss you. His tongue tracing yours as your hands come up, loosely holding onto his hair. The teeniest little moan escapes you when Daryl’s lips brush your clit.

“That feel good?” Daryl says from his spot between your legs. His middle finger dipping inside and curling upward. Quickly finding your sweet spot.

“Mhm,” you mumble against Rick’s lips, legs starting to squirm at the pleasure. But Rick’s hand comes down to your hips and holds you in place.

“Stay still, ok. Need you to be on your best behaviour if you want your gift. Can you do that?” He says, leaning back to see your flushed and disheveled state. You can only nod eagerly.

“Good girls use their words.” Daryl adds, pushing a second finger in and making you gasp.

“Yes! I’ll be good. I- I’ll stay still. I will.” You assure them both.

Daryl’s head dips back down, starting to lick at your clit. Flat tongue, up and down, sucking for a moment and then repeating the pattern. You need to grab onto something so you tangle your fingers into his hair. Gently tugging him even closer, face smushed up against your cunt. Not that he minded.

Ricks mouth makes its way down your dress, gently biting at your nipple through the fabric.

“I’m close...” You warn them. A little embarrassed at how quickly you were getting there.

“Not yet, sweetheart.” Rick tells you.

“But-”

“If you cum without permission, I promise i’ll have you crying a lot harder than you were a just a few minutes ago.” Daryl says sternly. Rick stays biting back a smile at your reaction. Your pretty, doe eyes already starting to gloss over. Pooling with that salty liquid.

“She’s fine. She knows the rules.” His hand comes up with soft gentle strokes, brushing your hair out of your face.

“I-”

“You know the rules, right? Tell Daryl that you’re gonna cooperate.” Rick doesn’t let you interrupt. Doesn’t let you try and fight it. He knows that it wouldn’t end well for you if you did.

“Okay. Okay. Can I cum, Daryl? Please?”

“Not yet.” He goes back to work between your legs. Sucking your clit and pumping his fingers. The knot in your stomach starting to form, and you know you’re close. You’re thirty seconds from cumming all over his fingers.

“Dare, I’m close.”

He slows down. Making sure you wouldn’t get there. You whined. Disappointed at the ruined orgasm, but still grateful for the tongue on your pussy. Not wanting to risk whatever punishment they’d come up with.

“It’s gonna feel so good when we’re done, sweetie. That’s why we’re doing it. It’s all part of the present, ok?” Rick rubs your cheek with his thumb, assuring you that he wouldn’t let the edging go on forever.

“Okay.” You need his lips to distract you. So your one hand comes up and pulls him back in. Kissing him nice and deep.

You’re close again. The tongue on your clit knowing exactly how to get you there. You think about just not telling him. Letting yourself cum and trying to hide it. It would stop the teasing. But before you even have the chance he stops, tugs on Ricks shirt and swaps places with him.

They go on for what feels like ever. Tongue and finger fucking you until you were dangerously close.

“Right there, right there,” you squeak, hands tightening in their hair. And then they’d stop. Switch their pace and make you whimper. They do it until tears start to form. When Daryl notices and starts to make fun of you.

“You cryin' already, princess? You haven’t even cum yet.” Yup. You're aware. That’s the whole point. You haven’t. And you need to. So, so badly.

You feel pathetic at this point, finally starting to beg. Trying to hold off the orgasm, and more importantly, the tears from erupting.

“Please, I can’t take it. I’ve been so good, you guys. I need to cum. Please…” You try and convince them. No matter how pathetic it might sound.

You thought this was supposed to be your present. Not theirs.

“Mmm she is asking real sweet. All polite and pathetic. What do you think, Rick?”

He only hummed against you. Making you moan out loud.

You can't take it any longer. You cum before the conversation can end.

“Ah- I’m-” you gasp. Legs staring to shake and close in on Rick’s face. That’s it. His tongue works away at your clit, as you finally reach your climax. A hot flood of tingles erupting in your core. Holding him against you as you ride out your high on his face.

Rick was right. It did feel so good now that it was done. The final release after all that edging and teasing. It was honestly drool worthy.

“Uhoh,” Daryl smiles against your lips, that devious tone in his voice. Fuck. That doesn’t sound good.

Rick comes up for air, lips glistening with your slick, eyes hazed over and hungry. Damn. He looks so pretty between your legs. You can actually feel yourself convulse around nothing.

“Thought you said you were gonna behave?” Rick teases, thumb coming up to wipe a single droplet off the apple of your cheek. He leans in and kisses you. The creamy taste of your cum still on his lips. On his tongue. He pulls away to let you answer.

“I tried. I tried to be good, I just- you kept going and I couldn’t help it-” You try to defend yourself. Knowing that it was useless. It was part of their plan right from the beginning. It wouldn’t matter if you had their permission or not.

“Better get ready, baby. There’s gonna be a lot more tears when you’re begging for us to stop instead.”

Shit.

You are so in for it now.

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(Question for all you loveys... do we prefer past tense or present? I usually do past because its just easier to write and stay consistent imo but for this one I switched it up... so what do we think? Which is better to read?)

Let me know what you think! xoxo

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[taylormarieee]

Fuck me while I sleep Rick

Summary: Your stepdad takes you to bed and can't help the feeling of your body...

Pairing: StepDad!Rick x Fem!Brownskin!Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: This contains, Drinking, Sex while asleep, consensual, Horny Rick, Needy Reader, Creampie, P in V sex, Choking, Ass man Rick, age gap(Rick is Early 30's and reader is 19)

A/N: This is for @versatilehater and @sinsandsweetness. I know y'all will love this so Y'all enjoy and everyone else Enjoy!

You were at the usual Alexandria function party's where everyone celebrates and party.

You were one heavy party person. You constantly loved getting drunk and even though you were only 19 you just loved the stinging feeling of Bourbon, Whiskey or Vodka down your throat.

You also loved to make your stepdad mad. He always complained about how much you drank but your mom was okay with it because she got tired of telling you no.

You were dancing and jumping around to the music that was playing. The kids had there own place to party with a supervised adult and the Adults had there own house to party.

You as per usual, were in the Adults party place. You were dancing to a hispanic song with Rosita.

"Come on let's dance!" She yells over the music. As your swaying your hips you didn't know there were lingering eyes on your body.

Specifically your step dad's eyes. He was watching you shake your ass in that short, slutty dress.

'Why does she constantly do this?' He thought. You were drunk out of your mind and you looked like you were about to fall.

"I'm gonna get another drink!" You yell to Rosita. She shakes her head and goes to dance with Abraham.

You walk past Rick but he grabs your arm. "Babygirl..." He starts before you cut him off.

"Mom's fine with it, so leave me be. I love that you care but i'm fine." You say but Rick's not having it.

"I'm taking you my house. Your going to change and go to sleep." Rick states sternly.

"What! I'm sorry, I can't hear you!" You yell with a smirk. He rolls his eyes.

"i said, if you don't come home, i'll throw you over my shoulder and carry you home, And if you don't comply, I'll drag you outta here myself." His raspy southern drawl coming out low and seductive in your ear.

It makes you wanna squeeze your legs together. You gulp, and put the cup down.

"Fine." You say slowly walking out of the door. Rick takes your arm and wraps his arm around your waist.

You instantly feel butterflies in your stomach as he does that. Once you both arrive at his house he places you on his bed and walks to go start a shower for you.

"I have some sweatpants and a t-shirt for you babygirl. Then take a shower and you can change into that." He says. You nod and smile whispering a Thank you.

He watches you walk to the bathroom and not close the door all the way on purpose.

You slowly slide off the dress because you know he's watching. He looks at the curve of your hips and your plump ass.

You step into the shower and let it run down your body. He catches a slight glimpse of your breasts and how your kinky curls fall down your beautiful brown skin.

He feels the tent growing in his pants. Thinking about how your breasts would feel like in his hands. How you would moan with your nipples in his mouth.

Your pussy lips wrapped around him. How you would clench around him when he played with your clit.

He thought about you everyday. All the time. He knew it was wrong because he was your step dad. But that didn't matter to him anymore.

You finally get out the shower and see your Step dad still sitting on the bed.

You sit on his lap and play with his hair. "Everything ok daddy?" You say innocently with a devilish smirk on your face.

He grips your hips and looks at you with gkossy eyes.

"Go to bed. You drunk. Drink some water, i'll leave a trash can near the bed just incase."

"You always know how to take care of me." you say smiling drunkly. You finally give up and lay down letting the silence over take you.

"Good night." You say sweetly. He smiles and kisses your head. "Good night baby." He responds.

He hears you snoring lightly and finally gets up to leave but when he makes it to the door, something stops him dead in his tracks.

Why isn't he leaving? He turns back around to look at you and he realizes you never put the sweats on. Just the shirt.

He stares at your body not being covered with the blanket. He closes and locks the door staying inside the bedroom with you.

He unbuckles the belt to his dress pants and makes his wauy over to you.

'No one has to know right?' he thought. It will be for a quick second.

He runs his hand up and down your body. He lays down next to you and positions his body side ways so he's laying on his side.

He lifts your leg up slightly and begins to slide his cock inside your tight wet pussy.

You must have been thinking about him if your this wet. He slowly. starts thrusting inside you.

You squirm and let out a moan. Your body erks to the feeling butt you don't wake up.

He can't hold back anylonger and starts thrusting into you at a faster pace awakening you from your sleep.

You hold onto him and cry out. Rick is so lost in your pussy that he doesn't notice your awake yet.

"Fuck Rick! Yes!" You moan. He finally registers that your awake and he smirks.

He flips you over so you're on all fours. He thrusts into you deep and hard giving your ass a few smacks.

"nghh- Fuck Daddy! Give it to me please!" You cry out. Your legs are shaking and your hands are. gripping so hard at the sheets.

He chokes you and brings you closer so your back is on his chest as he thrusts deeper into you.

"You want it baby? Say you want it, beg babygirl." He grunts.

"I want it Rick! Fuck please, give it- nghh- give it to me please!" You cry out, wanting his cum so badly.

He smirks kissing all over your neck leaving hickeys on your collarbone.

His thrusts become sloppy and his grunts become moans and whimpers.

"Oh fuck, shit!" He moans out. He fucks you faster your pussy throbbing as his cock abuses your pussy.

His fingers twiddle with your clit and you lose it. Your orgasm approaches and you squirt all over his cock.

At the same time, Rick cums deep inside you coating your walls white. When he pulls out your lewd fluids mix together creating a pornographic mess.

Your still a little dizzy and dazed from sleep and you end up drifting in and out of consciousness.

He picks you up and places you in his room from across the hall. He changes the bed sheets and cleans you and himself up. He finishes putting the last of the sheets in the washing machine and goes back upstairs to you.

Your dressed again and already asleep again. H e crawls in bed with you and falls asleep as well.

No one has to know. Besides it definitely won't happen again, right?

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[itsgrimeytime]

The Nurse (Part One) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You'd always wondered where he'd ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, hospital setting, gun violence (just violence in general), swearing, all things typical of TWD.

It was an easy day. Or, it was supposed to be. Hell, you had dinner plans. But, working at a hospital isn't always so smooth sailing.

That day you'd just been doing routine, checking up on patients and running files back to the cabinets, taking tests to the lab. You'd just had a breath, eating some incredibly stale pretzels from the vending machine when your pager had started to ping.

And in a blink, there was a rush of feet echoing down the hallway.

"Holy shit," you murmured, launching to your feet, and tossing your trash out with ease. The murmur of frantic beeping and tones you recognized launched you into action.

Just as you poked out of the room, a gurney made its way through the hallway, doctors you knew following closely behind. A familiar stain of red grabbed your eye in the flash that you saw.

"Dr. Madison, what-"

Without breaking a step, they continued rushing down the hall, the man in the gurney, surprisingly quiet.

"Gunshot wound left shoulder," he answered to you, but also just kind of stated, "We're headed to OR 3."

"Is there any family?" You spoke, tone concerned, eager to help how you could.

"Yes, yes. The waiting room, his partner," Dr. Madison, "-police partner."

"Fuck, he's an officer?"

Dr. Madison didn't answer, as the man started to become restless, blue eyes becoming fuzzy. As you found yourself following the gurney, you weren't needed in the OR, but you'd always had a talent for calming patients.

With a look to Dr. Madison, he gave you a nod, and you made your way to the front, "Sir?"

There was a lot of noise, the murmur of machines, the spinning of the gurney wheels, and the tones of the different doctors discussing the amount of blood he was losing but you still heard it.

"Rick," he spoke, in a breathy southern drawl, "-call me Rick."

"Rick," you smiled, a little relief he seemed to be able to communicate, "Hi, Rick, I'm nurse Y/N. Do you-"

There was a breath before his eyes flicked around himself, widening and looking back at you - bright blues, "Where's... Where's Carl and Lori?"

You gently placed a hand on his, to calm him, "Is that your family, Rick?"

"M-My wife, and kid. God, where's my kid?"

"Rick, listen," you spoke, drawing his attention with your hands trying to keep him from moving so much, "-I will find them for you, okay? Your family is safe."

"Promise me, you'll find them," he spoke, breathy, and his eyes cleared of their haze for a second. The blue was like a clear sky; you felt as if he was staring into your soul, and your breath hitched.

"Promise me."

With an exhale, you spoke of your own accord, "I promise."

He leaned back with a cough, but there was some relief there, you could see it. You fell behind the gurney's speed, and felt a shake in your breaths, watching as it disappeared behind an elevator door.

"I promise," you breathed out solidly, and tried to shake the burn of his gaze from your memory.

That was two weeks ago.

Rick Grimes had been in a coma immediately after his surgery, well, after being put to sleep, he never seemed to wake up. Dr. Madison had with ease put him under your care, a trust that was added onto your list, but you hadn't minded, not really.

You'd met Shane first, out in the waiting room, eyes frantic and his hair sticking up from where he seemed to tug on it -his eyes latching on yours. There were a few officers by him, both with hands on his shoulders and they stayed there, as you relayed what you were told to him.

'Is he gonna be okay?'

You told him what you could, doing updates from the OR as soon as you got them. Within a few minutes, more officers had come in tow with a woman -tall, and pretty with brunette hair- and a young boy -the same eyes you'd seen in his father's.

It stuck with you for a second. The pure blue holding onto every word you spoke.

They stuck with you, even more, the hour that they'd confirmed his comatose state, the tremble of the two's lips, and the tone the son spoke to you.

"You have to take care of him," he muttered, eyes shining and watery, "-you have to save him, please."

And with familiarity, you spoke -warm and calm, "I promise."

Despite your promise, you watched as the weeks passed -the light filtering out of their eyes. Rick stayed completely still, the hum of his breathing being the only sound echoing out of the room. Carl, who you had come to know well, stayed as long as he could -talking about any and everything with his dad. Lori sat by his side mostly, holding his hand and rubbing a thumb across the back of it. Shane started at a distance but began to hold her shoulders as they looked at his sleeping face.

And by the third week, the news started to implode, and you were often needed in other rooms. News of airborne sickness growing within the hospital, within dead people.

Visitors weren't allowed in. All staff was kept in.

Rick was still in a comatose state, and all you had were phone calls with the family but eventually, they stopped too. You'd call, but the line was cut -you assumed no one was home.

The reports had stopped even going through, rooms locked with reanimated faces pushing against the glass - some faces you knew and others you never would. Despite the air of the hospital being much different than it once was, you took your duties as seriously as you could.

Patient by patient and doctor by doctor, the hospital began to be infested - no longer locked rooms, but locked wards, operating rooms, and boarded windows. One of the last days you were there, was the day you found Dr. Madison. His face was deteriorating, skin drooping, and blood dried up, god when did he die?

With an exhale, you boarded up what you could and primarily focused on your last patient: Rick Grimes. The world was crumbling around you, but you couldn't leave him -after frantically searching his body for teeth marks, you didn't find any. He could still live.

"It's going to be hell when you wake up, Rick," you spoke, voice scratchy and unused -hair slick with sweat, "-real fucking hell."

When you decided to leave the hospital, it wasn't an easy decision. Not when your morals were so set when your job wasn't complete, but you knew you had to.

So, that day (god only knows the actual date) you started gathering what you could, medicine, bandages, probably expired vending machine snacks, water, and some sort of weapon.

Originally, in the early stages, the hospital simply treated it like a disease- quarantining the sick, and going in with hazmat suits. You watched one of your coworkers get torn to pieces by a simple human jaw.

Then it was locking them in rooms, and drafting cure ideas -along with some intel from a few top scientists, it never quite got too far.

You'd done it first, cornered in the room you'd taken to be your own by one you'd known -a patient that had been there for months, just waiting on a new organ. She'd wanted to be an artist.

You'd cried for 3 days after that, blood smeared all over your face and your hands. They shook for a week after, and sometimes, you still saw the stains on your hands -even though you'd scrubbed it all away as soon as you found an available space.

With all the preparations, you returned to Rick's room.

It was still the same room it had been all those weeks ago, except for the drawn curtains and distant growls that echoed through the hall no matter where you were. Wiping away your eyes, you set to work.

You couldn't be there, but you would be sure he could survive without you. Gathering extra resources and enforcing the windows, your eyes fell on the man. He looked the same, except for the scruff on his chin; and suddenly you remembered Lori kept shaving it -each week she came in and paid extra attention to his skin. Carl and Shane would step out, it always seemed so intimate as she shaved his face - holding it as gently as she could and sometimes she'd be crying. Tears silently falling with the smooth movement of her hands.

You had left during that time as well, only saw in glimpses the gentle touch and affection. If his family was out there... he'd want to be clean-shaven. You owed him that much.

With a breath, you rummaged around in your overnight bag you packed what felt so long ago. It was for when shifts got long, and this one certainly has gotten long.

Finding a razor was easy, and grabbing a lotion from one of the old offices was even easier -they all had been sitting and smelt a little off but you figured it was the best you could do.

And with a shallow breath, you took the razor and shaved the scruff off, a more familiar face appearing in your mind. The motion so intimate it filled a craving in you that you hadn't yet identified. A pleased feeling that somewhere out there, his family would recognize him.

With a bottle of water and a snack left by his bedside, you stepped out of the room and set to make a defense. You locked every room you could, and at the end of the hallway, you boarded up what you could -grateful for the graffiti warning those of what was ahead.

With a breath, you turned around to head out of the hospital, and the fear that crept up your throat was nothing compared to the itching to escape the vicinity. The stink of the dead overwhelmed your nose, and you weren't even sure it could ever get cleared out. Not after being surrounded so heavily by the smell of rotting flesh.

The blood from the corpses that found themselves in your way wasn't exactly helping.

You half wished you'd brought that horrid-smelling lotion, just for something different.

With a gust of breath, you found yourself out of the hospital with blood-drenched hands and eyes clouded in a fuzzy survival instinct.

Inhaling the air in tremendous gulps, you watched the stranded city -eyes solidly on anything that seemed out of place. Your senses had only tripled, but the sun gently shining on your skin had made your body warm with something familiar.

Something you'd missed. Hope.

With a calming exhale, you turned back to the hospital with the sun in the sky and smiled, "Good luck, Rick Grimes."

A/N: Posting this with a plan of a series, but I guess that depends on the vibes and if people like it! Reblogs and comments are appreciated :))

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[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Rick Grimes with prompt no. 9 & 25!

.⋆｡The Cowboy Hat Rule｡⋆.

Rick Grimes x plus size reader

If you wear a cowboy’s hat, you have to ride the cowboy.

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, teasing

WC: 505

Minors DNI

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

3000 Follower Celebration

It was supposed to be a joke. You had found the pristine Stetson in the back of the outlet mall an hour from Alexandra and thought it would be the absolutely funniest thing in the world if your husband donned the cap. He already had the accent, the look and the attitude of a cowboy, so all he needed was the hat!

Rick didn’t think it was as funny as you though. As soon as the hat was placed in his weathered hands, his dark eyebrows were half-way up his forehead in disbelief. “Really?” He had said simply, his tone laced with disappointment. 

“I think I could convince you.” You purred, your hands running down his strong chest to his belt buckle. “Have you ever heard of the cowboy hat rule?”

The bed frame squeaked in time with your bounces, the sounds of your mewls and Rick’s grunts fill the sex-soaked air. Your nails dug into his hairy chest as his huge palms clamped down on your thick hips, keeping your momentum going.

Your legs trembled with the effort of riding your husband but the pleasure was too great for you to stop. “Slow down there darlin’, ya don’t want to know what happens if my hat falls off.” In a slight panic, your left hand shot up and held the brim of the Stetson, keeping it from slipping off your head. The slight change in the angle of your hips sent his thick cock even deeper inside you.

Your cunt clenched down on him so tightly that Rick hissed with pain, throwing his head back against the pillows with the overwhelming sensation. “Jesus, loosen up, you’re squeezing me so tight.” He snarled through gritted teeth yet never stopped bouncing you up and down on his cock. 

“Rick!” You cried, desperately close to your end. Immediately, his calloused thumb met your overworked clit, thrumming you to a glorious orgasm that quickly consumed your already frayed nerves. As you went boneless above him, Rick began to snap his hips up at a violent pace, knocking the Stetson from your head.

“Fuck!” Quickly, he pulled out and spilled his seed on his stomach with a deep moan. You huffed out a laugh and rolled off of him, collapsing onto the hard mattress. Rick’s hand found its way to your thigh, holding you gently but not bothering to yank you any closer.

“I’ll keep the hat if we can do that again.” He said breathlessly.

“Damn right we’re keeping that hat, it’s not like you had a say in it anyway.” You yelped as suddenly, your husband was on top of you, his lean body forcing itself between your thighs, his cock hardening once more.

He kissed you, sinking his teeth into your already swollen bottom lip before pulling back. “You’re gonna regret that darlin, you were the one that let it fall.” Your eyes darted to the end of the bed, where the Stetson now lay, upside down. “Your cowboy has some work to do.” He smirked.

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When the Levee Breaks (pt. 1)

Daryl Dixon x OFC

The one in which a stripper that used to know Merle and Daryl shows up at the Atlanta camp. Daryl’s feelings are complicated but mostly he hates her. Right?

Chapt. Setting: Atlanta camp

Chapt. Warnings: degrading and sexist language, season 1 Daryl, he’s not nice in this, probably won’t be for a while. 

Word count: 1600 

A/N : (aka authors warning) this is written in Daryl’s POV soOo idk. Probably not everyone’s bag. Maybe it’s no one’s bag. These first three chapters are kinda rough and I’m sorry but I can only proofread my own stuff so many times before I either post it or delete it forever.

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After stringin’ a few squirrels for dinner I figure I should get back to camp. ‘m breakin’ through the tree line, and that’s when I see her.  Beatle. Beatle, for the first time in… shit, who knows? Definitely years, I’m not exactly sure how many. Beatle, just fuckin’ sittin’ at my fire. Like somehow she knew it was mine and showed up just to take it from me. Just sittin’. Smile on her face like she belongs there. She doesn’t. She doesn’t belong at this camp, with these people. Shit, Beatle doesn’t even belong alive if I’m bein’ honest. 

No one in this fuckin’ camp can hunt worth a damn.  They’re gonna expect me to feed ‘em, ain’t they? Eventually. Eventually the food’ll run out and it’ll just be me feedin’ fuckin’ everyone. M’not doin’ it. I’m not doin’ shit for ‘em anymore. Why should I? Left my brother on that roof to rot. Naw, I’ll hunt for my damn self. Don’t even know why I’m still fuckin’ here. Should be out findin’ Merle. Honestly, don’t even know why I’m not.

Even before the dead started walkin’. I figured her days were numbered since the first fuckin’ time I met ‘er. Drunk as hell, eyes glassy, loud annoying voice barkin’ like a damn dog. Just yap yap yappin at Merle and me, tits half hangin’ outta her bikini top. Ones cinched in the string like she’d just forgotten to take ‘em out from her last time around the bar. A dumb drunk bitch, Beatle. Stupid fuckin’ stripper name. Who’s dick gets hard over a stripper named Beatle? 

I watch her, just for a second, checkin’ to see if maybe it’s not really her. But it is. ‘Course it fuckin’ is. 

Shane’s the first person I see that’s not doin’ anything, going through some clothes in a duffel bag in the back of a van, figure he might know, “Where the fuck did she come from?” Pointing toward Beatle, her back to us, fifty yards away. Stupid purple hair blowing all over the damn place. 

Shane looks to see who I’m pointing at, but who the fuck else is new at camp? His eyes finally land on Beatle before looking back at me like he’s trying to fight the smile on his damn face, “Why? You interested?”

I’m tryin’ not to lose my shit that she’s even fuckin’ here. “Nah…” I shake my head, “I know ‘er.”

Shane looks up, surprised maybe, and then not. Looking from Beatle back to me again, eyeing us up. “Yeah, makes sense.” 

I squint back at ‘im, “S’that supposed ta mean?” 

He shrugs, making a face, before smiling again, folding another shirt into his pack, “Just that you look like you might know eachother.” He doesn’t say more but I know what he’s not sayin. “Is all.” He adds on the end just to reiterate. 

He means we’re both fuckin redneck trash to anyone who looks at us. I look back over at her, startin’ to get real mad at this jarhead dickhead. Not for her or nothin’. Even if he’s right, he don’t gotta say it. Or maybe it was the way he said it. Or the way he didn’t say it. Like a fuckin’ pussy. 

A part of me feels like standin’ up for myself. Hell, a part of me feels like stickin’ up for Beatle. But, shit, it’s not even worth it.

I cough up a lougie and spit it close to his foot. “So where’d she come from?” I’m fuckin’ repeating myself. I hate fuckin’ repeating myself. 

“Think she just wandered in. Must’ve been lost in the woods or something. Ask Rick. He seems to know everything.”

Can’t keep myself from crackin’ at his petty comment. Always so fuckin’ loud with his contempt, makin’ the situation obvious to anyone with eyes. Messy. 

I decide I’m gonna ask ‘er. She’s gonna see me eventually. Better I approach her first, right? Don’t need to get football tackled in the middle of doin’ somethin’ else when she sees me for the first time. So I pull out a cigarette and start walkin’ over.

She’s talkin’ to Andrea. She fuckin’ would. Both of them loud dumb bitches. Talking about all the dumb shit they miss since everything’s turned to shit. Not talkin’ about people or nothin’ important. Just bullshit like getting your damn nails done, and eating fuckin’ ice cream. 

“Where’d you fuckin’ come from?” Sayin it louder than I meant. More aggressive than I thought my voice would sound. Usually fuckin’ is, though.  The laughing between Andrea and Beatle stops and they look over at me, just standing there waitin’ for it to register. Waitin’ for Beatles reaction. Starin’ ‘er the fuck down like she doesn’t fuckin’ belong here. She doesn’t. 

Beatles eyes light up, getting up from her chair and runnin’ over to me like she’s never been more excited to see someone in her whole damn life. I try to brace myself, but she still rocks me backward as she jumps on me, “Daryl!” Should have stopped her, could have moved just right out of the way. But nah, I let her. 

I don’t hug her back though, just push her off and let her own feet catch her. Dumb bitch doesn’t know personal boundaries. Her voice so close to my ear, “Damn, don’t look so happy to see me.”

Happy to see her? I’m not. Didn’t think I could be so unhappy to see a familiar face in my whole fuckin’ life. But she wasn’t letting that stop her, never fuckin’ did. “I was lost, found this camp. They said I could stay.” She explains, her voice high and happy and annoying as it ever was. At least she’s not drunk. 

Everyone around the fire had gone back to what they were doing. Not watchin’ us anymore. They could probably see as well as Shane that it was obvious how we knew eachother. Well, maybe not exactly how. But they probably had a good idea. 

I dunno what to say to her explanation, so I don’t say nothin’. And she just stands next to me, too close, clearly not gettin’ the hint that I didn’t really wanna talk to her. Just wanted to know why she was here. Now I know. She wasn’t gettin’ that she could and should just go back to her conversation with Andrea about ice skating, or cocktails, or what the fuck ever. 

“What about you?” Her voice quieter for fuckin’ once. 

I shake my head, blowing smoke out, “Merle and me, met up with everyone...” I don’t feel like explaining it, so I don’t. 

Beatle’s lookin’ up at me, her big eyes all wide and excited like a dumbass deer too stupid to move out of traffic, “Merle’s here?” 

This coil of disgust, I feel it snaring it’s way through my abdomen. Yeah, that’s the feeling Beatle usually gives me. Back like it never fuckin’ left. “Nah, not anymore. Sorry to dry your cunt.” 

Beatle says “Ew” fast. Like she’s so disgusted by my vocabulary. Like she isn’t just as crude, the things I heard that little mouth of hers say. 

“He’s not…” she means dead.

“Nah, hes not dead.” Usually this is where I talk something nice about Merle, about how he’s a tough sunuvabitch or some other shit. But not to Beatle. Beatle already knows, and for some reason talking about Merle with her makes me.. fuck… whatever. 

Glancing over, it looks like Beatle’s finally got the hint that I don’t wanna talk to her. She probably really was excited to see me, and I almost feel bad for a second. Before she puts her grubby fuckin’ hand in my face and asks if she can have a cigarette. Needy fuckin’ bitch. 

I laugh right in her face. At the gall of her. That at the end of it all, of everything; she was still trying to get some fuckin’ handout. “Naw.”

“Oh, come on, Daryl, please? I haven’t had one in days!” As if I give a shit what she has or hasn’t had. Hasn’t seen me in years and wants to ask for favors? 

I keep draggin’ on my cigarette, blowin’ the smoke out, and m’not smiling anymore, “I said naw. I don’t see your tits out, why would I give you anything?” Fuck repeating myself.

“You wanna see my tits?” She says it like it’s actually a question. Like she really fuckin’ believes that I’m askin’. 

“You’re a dumb bitch, Beatle, y’know tha’?” I shake my head at her, laughin’ at her again. She’s fuckin’ ridiculous.  Taking another drag I realize the cig is trash, and I almost throw the butt into the fire but decide to hand it to her instead. 

She takes it, with needy fingers like I knew she fuckin’ would. Trying to hide my smile at how fuckin’ pathetic she always seems to be.  Watching her take my trash like it’s fuckin’ gold. She drags it once, I can smell the filter burning and she throws it in the fire. “Next time maybe you’ll share one with me?” Her voice is so sweet it makes me sick. Like I didn’t just call her a dumb bitch to her face. 

Saccharine and fake, that’s how she’s always been. All her cute little movements and motions, all just tryin’ to work me up so I’ll share my smokes or listen to her dumbass whine about anything and everything. Annoying.

“Prolly not.” And I’m already walking away from the fire. From Beatle. Going back to my tent and praying to god, Jesus Christ, don’t let her follow. 

Chewin’ on what she said. Lost, huh? See? Didn’t even belong alive. 

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#27: To Replace The One You Lost (S7E10)

Ok the Richonne content in 7.10 was a feast. I loved every moment Rick and Michonne were on screen together. So honestly, this #27 spot can kinda go to all their moments in the ep, but if I have to single out one…it’s gotta be the cat moment. 😍 It’s a great 'anniversary' gift after going canon in 6.10 and meaningful in so many ways...

(Side note: seeing Jadis again in this 7.10 ep 😒…I very much hope Jadis and Michonne’s katana have a reunion in TOWL. Especially because I've always believed that Jadis saving Rick in 9.05 was just a secondary outcome of Jadis saving Jadis. She needed someone to give the CRM and it worked out for her to give them Rick. Had that helicopter demanded she be alone for the pick-up, Jadis' track record shows she would have acted in self-interest and left Rick behind.

And for Rick, I believe he'd feel that cruelly keeping him from his family for years is worse than leaving him to die by that river - so this one time, plz let Richonne's wrath prevail over their mercy whenever they confront Rick's captor Jadis) 

First, I adore Rick and Michonne's adorable hug after making a deal. I love how they get wrapped up in each other and seeing both their smiles. 🥰 Being in each other's arms is where they’re most meant to be, I’m just saying. 

And then to make the hug even better, Rick kisses Michonne's forehead and it’s just the sweetest. I love how they stay in the embrace as they walk off too. Before they leave the frame, you can visibly see Michonne's relief that her man made it out of this wild day, even if not completely unscathed. And it'll always be a nice touch that Rick is still so thoughtful to embrace Michonne without getting his bloodied hand on her.

And then there’s the cat sculpture. 🤩

I will forever love how despite all the eventful stuff of the day, Rick still had the mindset to notice that cat in the junkyard and recall the rainbow cat from season 3, and want to gift this sculpture to Michonne. 

So Rick and Michonne are standing by the trunk of the car - which reminds me of another scene by a trunk in Clear (that will certainly show up on this Top 30 list 😊) And their Richonne tones are so sweet as they lay out their plan together. Rick is so refreshingly hopeful saying how he doesn’t know where they’ll find guns but "that’s never stopped us before." And Michonne’s smile when he says that is precious. 

And it hit me that while there’s a general sense of how things have never stopped them before, it also could be a specific reference to Clear because back then they were similarly going out to look for guns and then there weren’t any at the station like they hoped but that didn't stop them because they still managed to find a ton when discovering Morgan’s arsenal. While that might be a more subtle Clear reference, the next cat reference is very clear. 

Rosita wants to go already but Rick says hold on and jogs over to the cat sculpture even despite his injury. As I’ve noted before, I’ll forever love this man turning the trash heap into Pottery Barn for his woman. The way Rick's romantic heart continuously courts her is perfection and I love that getting things for her and putting a smile on her face is always a priority. The cute way he walks over too - I know Michonne was appreciating that walk. 😋 

I love the way he hands it to her and how she asks, "why are you…?" in an amused smitten way. And I just noticed that Rick has this little laugh when Michonne asks this. He’s so happy, and it’s sweet how often Rick's happiness is Michonne-related throughout the series. 

It’s already so nice that Rick says he’s giving this to her "because we won." Like what a man to be like I don’t even want to leave this place before celebrating this win with my wife. And again, I have always felt that it’s the "we" moreso than the "won" that really has him on a high because they really defeated that Winslow walker as a team. 

And then because they always top themselves, Rick takes this to maximum heights of perfection when he says, "and to replace the one you lost."

It's just beyond meaningful. I love that he and Michonne are sentimental people and that he reveals that he remembers that rainbow cat from such a foundational time in the building of Richonne. Clear is so special to me so I love that it was referenced and that that time is clearly special to them too. 

Again, think about how much craziness they’ve gone through since Michonne took that 'too damn gorgeous' cat home back then, and yet it's still stored in Rick's memory. I love that this was written to imply Rick still remembers it. The rainbow cat had to do with her so it’s unforgettable.

And also just the line "to replace the one you lost" is powerful because those two lost so much but truly in finding each other Rick and Michonne replenished so much too.

Rick is man of the year every year to me. And I love that he says this knowing he just made his wife's day. It’s his proudest accomplishment of the day. 😊 And Michonne’s sweet little smile as she holds the cat statue is just heart-melting. I absolutely love seeing Michonne be loved on and courted and valued, and Rick is so good at doing that.

They’re both so good at loving each other cuz it’s what they’re made to do. And it’s great she gets this confirmation that she’s been important to Rick for a long time. Rick stays telling on himself, and I'm here for it.

I also love how content Rick is when he says, "let’s go" to the group before they leave the junkyard. Like only after this w with Michonne and most of all putting a smile on her face, that’s when Rick's officially like alright now we’ve done all the things we need to do. 😌

For Rick, this was an apocalyptic date basically. Like first a little wild walker game and then winning a carnival prize for his girl. I adore that it is that man’s mission to give Michonne whatever she likes and just restore anything she’s lost.

This cat moment is one of the sweetest and most couply moments between them, and I will forever be touched by it. All throughout this ep, it was so evident that a husband and wife were up in this place.

Rick and Michonne are so proud and honored to be together, and I appreciate that they expressed gratitude, adoration, and care for each other every chance they got. 😊

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Inherited | Chapter 5

Summary: You go find Merle and end up drunk with him. Rick Grimes have to call Daryl to get both of you. With the alcohol come some confessions and

Warning: Mentions of Leah (Daryl’s not a cheater, just stupid), alcohol consumption, drunk people, mentions of drugs, mentions about sex, Daryl and his lack of knowledge about technology, very small hangover, lil bit of jealous Y/N. Minors DO NOT interact 18+

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Word Count: 3,166

A/N: Sorry for taking too long, but the ones that follow up the things I share know how my life has been. Thanks for your patience, love you all.

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Days passed and he didn’t say a word about the picture or Merle. You also didn’t find it in the trash, so you considered he kept it. Your conversations were simple and plainly about business, from time to time of course you’d throw a bitter comment at each other. 

That day you didn’t see him around, he had gone hunting and didn’t even bother to tell you. Well, it’s not like he had to, but you lived together and it’s good to know where the people you live with are, for safety, what if the person is murdered or kidnapped and nobody knew where this person went? 

You spent the whole morning doing some work for Aaron as you promised, by lunchtime he still didn’t have arrived back at the farm. ‘Fuck him’, you thought. You were also going to leave and you’d not tell him. You took your bag and the keys of the old truck, and left to do what you should’ve done days ago. 

You took the old road going deeper and deeper into the woods. You were surprised you still remember the way, because when you started this journey you were afraid you’d get lost. Soon, you were parking your car in front of the Dixon’s cabin. You got off of the car and walked to the front door. ‘I hope Merle is here, and sober’, you thought. You knocked on the door, once, twice, 4 times and after 15 minutes you gave up. There was two options for Merle, 1 he was passed out after drinking and/or drugging himself too much, 2 he was out at town. So you decided to bet on the chance that he could be in town. 

You drove your car on the streets, hoping to see him in one of the bars and you weren’t wrong. You found him just where you thought he’d be, at a bar. You parked the truck and went inside the bar to see your old friend. 

“I knew soon or later ya’d come and look for me doll.” Merle said before you got close to him. “What took ya so long?”

“Your asshole brother, I guess. And of course, now I have a lot of job to do.” Once you got close to him, he engulfed you in a tight hug. A so welcome and familiar hug, damn Dixons knew how to give a good hug. You missed it. “How have you been? Your brother wouldn’t tell me a thing!”

“I’m busy during the week, working on some… business and hunting too.”

 ‘Oh Merle, you’re still involved in this kind of business?’, you thought.

“Don’t you get tired of seeking trouble?” You ask him, already sitting next to him.

“I’m not looking for trouble, I’ve been busy and there’s some years that I don’t get arrested. At least not for the things you’re thinking.” He defended himself.

“Still a hot head and getting involved in bar fight, ain’t you?” You know this was probably the reason.

“It’s making wonders to my friendship with my favorite officer Grimes.” You laughed, you knew him and Rick were far from friends, they mostly despised each other. Rick was probably tired of arresting him and having to call Daryl every single time.

“You’re really something Merle.” You missed his lame jokes too. You wish you had come to see him earlier.

“How’s baby bro?” Merle asked and suddenly the small cup of alcohol he had in front of him became very interesting. “He’s not talking to me. Since ya returned. Guess, I should blame ya.”

“Not my fault. I have no idea what’s going on in his head, I’ve been trying to make things easier between us, but… I guess it’s impossible. We can’t have a conversation without being dicks.” You said honestly, it really annoyed you all of this, and you had always found a good listener in Merle. “But… answering your question, he’s the same grumpy ass and I think he’s still pretty much affected by everything that happened to my dad. He always locks himself in his own shell, and it’s difficult to get past it. You know how he is.”

Merle nodded but didn’t say anything. “I think you’re right, it’s my fault he’s not talking to you. He mentioned I’m good at telling you things and talking to you. Because you opened your big mouth to scold him for the things I told you.”

“And I dun regret scolding him, he deserved.” He was a stubborn ass, he would never admit it.

You asked for some beer and appetizers and continued to talk with Merle. “He hates me Merle…”

“Pffft… don’t be dramatic no one could ever hate ya sweet pie!” Even drunk he managed to be nice to you, many times you got caught in your thoughts thinking why he couldn’t do the same for other people. 

“He does...” You said, and then started bickering your beer. 

You wanted to talk to Merle about the idea you had of him working in the farm with you, but of course you had conditions for it. He was already a little tipsy when you arrived, you preferred to call to him sober – if it was possible – so you took the afternoon to drink and talk to him. 

The afternoon soon became evening and some hours later old John Lee wanted to close the bar and go home to rest and see his wife, but Merle and you were passed out in your table. The poor man had no option but to call Sheriff Rick Grimes to help. 

From all the people in the world, you were the last one that Rick would think that would have to make him need to come to a bar to solve a problem. He took his phone and called Daryl, after what seemed like an eternity he answered it.

“Wha’ did he do this time?” It was late, for Rick Grimes to call at this hour, it had to be Merle causing problems.

“Not exactly him… he’s here, but he did nothing. Y/N and him are passed out at Lee’s. He needs to close the bar. Can you come and take them?” He drawled, his hand passing on his jaw, a little bit worried.

“Do I have a choice?” Daryl asked to no one in particular, he didn’t need an answer. “Gimme 15 minutes, and I’ll be there.” 

Shortly after he got to the bar, he speeded so much that he didn’t even need 15 minutes. Your truck was parked in front of the bar, so he’d need to use it to take you back home. He wasn’t prepared to see you and Merle passed out. Your head resting on the older Dixon’s shoulder, while his head was hanging behind and he didn’t even seemed to be uncomfortable with it.

“ ‘m sorry…” Daryl apologized to the old man, it wasn’t the first time he had to apologize to him, it wasn’t the second time either.

“It’s ok kid. The young lady seemed like she needed to drink and a good conversation with a friend.” John Lee said and moved his head in your direction to indicate he was talking about you, even though it wasn’t needed.

“Hm..” he grunted he didn’t want to stop and think about what the man said, because if he did his line of thought would remember him of all the reasons you had for it. He took his wallet and asked the man what they owned him and paid it, like he always had to do when he needed to come for Merle.

“Why did she drink like this? It doesn’t sound like her drinking this much.” Rick asked Daryl in curiosity, of course he had already seen you drunk, being silly, happy and dumb, but never passed out drunk.

“Yer guess is as good as mine…” he answered and Rick gave him a look that said ‘you don’t think I’m going to believe it.’. He went to you and looked if you had a bag or anything, nothing. Just great, the keys were probably in your pocket. 

“Y/N…” he called you, you just hummed in response. “Y/N, where’s the key?” Nothing. Freaking fucking shit. He didn’t want to be a creep and shove his hand in your pockets. “Ok… I’m gonna look in yer pockets and gonna take it, al’ight?” He said as if you were going to understand a thing in your state.

Once he found the keys he took it as fast as possible from your pocket and threw it at Rick so he could open the car for him. Daryl took you in his arms and stiffened when he felt you snuggling against his chest. Damn, there was a long, long, looong time he didn’t have you in his arms, and your smell it was still the same. If it wasn’t weird and against everything he had been saying and doing, he would allow himself to burry his face in your hair and smell it. He took you to the car and sat you in the middle of the sit, fastening the seat belt before he went back to Merle.

“Merle! Wake up!” He commanded and kicked his brother’s foot slightly. “Com’on sleeping beauty, I’m not carrying ya to the truck!”

“Do ya wanna some help?” Rick asked, by the looks he knew Merle wouldn’t cooperate.

“Think so…”

Rick helped Daryl taking Merle to the car and once everyone was settled, he left town with the two drunks and praying his baby, his bike, wasn’t stolen or harmed until he came to take it home again. The drive was long and silent, he had a lot of time to think about all sorts of things. When his thought came to you he tried to put them aside, but your head that had fell on his shoulder wasn’t helping it at all.

Once he arrived at the farm he took care of Merle first, despite the older Dixon not being able to keep his eyes open, at least he cooperated a little with his legs not letting all his weight fall on Daryl that was supporting him inside the house. He took Merle to his room in the basement and almost regretted it the moment he tripped on the stairs and the two almost rolled it. He put his brother in his bed and didn’t even bother to take of his shoes or anything and left to take you from the truck. 

He had to carry you once again, this time you were a little bit more conscious because you wrapped you arm around his neck. You inhaled his scent and it brought a comfort to you while he carried you to your room, but it also made you remember that you shouldn’t, deep in your subconscious you fought a battle that not even yourself had any idea. He kicked the door of your room open, put you in bed and worked on taking off your boots. He checked you one last time and when he was leaving, he was surprised by your hand yanking his pulse and his name been called, taken by surprise he fell on his ass on the mattress a few inches distant from you, and he needed to be grateful for it because it spared him from the embarrassment and probably crushing and hurting you.

God damn, what could you want from him at this time and in your state? He looked at your face and you had your eyes half open. “Why? Why d’ya hate me?” You drawled, your southern accent showing up in your drunk state, since your brain was relaxed and you didn’t have to worry about masking it. You knew you didn’t need to mask it anymore, but the trauma you had with the other kids made your brain being in constant alert even when you didn’t need to.

He was taken aback by your question, it shouldn’t surprise him, you were 24/7 bickering at each other, but he didn’t have a strong feeling like hatred for anyone, except Shane, Dwight and Negan, but they didn’t count. Most people hated them too, maybe not Dwight but… “I dun hate you.” He answered. You had hurt him, but he had not gone easy on you and after that he said so much worse. Despite all the anger he felt inside himself and all the mean things he had  told you, part of him didn’t know if he said it to torment you or to punish himself.

“So, why…?” You asked again and he was almost ready to say one more time he didn’t hate you, but you spoke first. “Why did ya sleep with ‘er?”

He was taken aback, what were you talking about? He hadn’t been sleeping with anyone. Were you drunk hallucinating? “You could have fucked any girl, we weren’t together… so, why her?”

“What are ya talking about? I dun understand. Yer drunk, go to sleep.” He said trying to free his arm from your hand, but you tightened your grip.

“Leah… why her? I was going to call ya, I wanted to apologize, but that photo… it killed me.” Fuck. He had just slept with Leah once. After she showed him a photo of you and Aaron at uni. She wanted him to be mad at you, nobody knew you had broken up, he hadn’t told it to anyone. Until that moment, when he faked indifference and announced you weren’t together anymore. He didn’t think about it. He was 19 and stupid, and he had sex with her one time. But which photo? “Ya knew she hated me. Why?”

“I was stupid, stubborn and dumb. That’s why.” He said, he could see your eyes shining, the indication of tears. He caressed the hand that held his arm until you relaxed and he could release it. “Which photo are ya talking about?” He asked, gosh he really hoped you were too drunk to remember it the next day.

“The one… the one she posted on facebo..” and you had fallen asleep, as easy and simple like this. Facebook? Damn, he never had one. He hated all that social media shit. Probably that’s the reason he never knew about. He put a blanket over you and swiped 2 lonely tears that came from your closed eyes.

He headed downstairs and entered the office, turning on the computer. He took his phone from his pocket and called back to the last number that had called him.

“What the fuck, Daryl? Do You know what time is it?” A sleepy Rick complained on the other side of the call.

“Ya call me late at night to pickup my drunken brother from time to time, ya own me.” The cowboy argued.

“ ‘kay, what do you need?” The sheriff asked impatiently.

“How the heck do I make a facebook and how can I see the photos someone posted?” He threw the random questions that got Rick even more confused.

“You own me an explanation after this, and I want the whole story. Wait a minute…” The sheriff said, then covering the speaker of the phone, his voice resonated through his house. “CARRRL!”

The following morning you woke up with a stinging pain in your head, the sunlight that came through the window almost blinding you. You sat on the bed and felt your stomach aching. How did you end up like that? You just remembered being at the bar with Merle, drinking and… nothing. Everything was a blur. Did you drive back home in your drunken state? Impossible. No. 

You got up from bed and took care of yourself before heading downstairs. When you entered the kitchen you saw Merle at the table and Daryl in the kitchen. “ ‘morning…” you said weakly damn, you should never drink like this again.  “Merle, what are you doing here?”

“I had to pick your two stupid asses at Lee’s. Merle, I’m always expecting this from him, but you…” he said pointing his finger at you, a dishrag on his shoulder and a spoon in his hand. “It was as very unexpected, even coming from you.” 

You sat and looked at him, finding very funny the whole scene. “Ok, mom. I’m not doing it again.”

“Listen here, ya little shit…” he started to say, but stopped mid-sentence when he noticed that he was actually behaving like a mom.

He turned back to the stove and put 2 bowls of chicken noodles soup with veggies and eggs. He put the bowls in front of both of you. “What’s that, Darylina? This isn’t breakfast.” Merle complained.

“It’s a noodles soup. Carol said it’s good for hangover, eat.” He said and went back to take a bowl for him, that wasn’t his usual breakfast, but no way he would do any other thing.

You looked at him, squeezing your eyes as if you couldn’t see things clearly. Since when did he listen to anyone’s advice? And was he this close to Carol that she went giving him advices like this? Did they get drunk together? “And what does she know about it?” You threw the question before your could close your mouth and keep the words to yourself.

“She’s a mom, mom’s know this things.” He answered as if it was obvious and sat at the table to start eating.

“Her daughter is 15, Daryl. She doesn’t get drunk.” You said taking a spoonful of the soup.

“We got drunk the firs’ time with less age than her, so I ain’t understanding your point.” He answered. If humans snarled, you would have snarled at that moment. Damn him and his necessity of being always right. “Take yer soup, and stop talking.”

“As if you’re the boss of me…” you muttered, but he preferred to ignore it and eat. Were you jealous of Carol? No, he shouldn’t think about it. The day before had already a lot of happenings to make him think about.

Merle silently observed both of you having your little argument. If he wasn’t busy with the food, he’d have to comment that you still had the hots for each other, but instead he chose to eat while he had free entertainment. That was a good way to start his morning.

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[hiro--aoki]

TWD Incorrect Quotes from my classmates

Tw: contains swear words, mention of sex, use of slut and maybe some other offense things, idk

Michonne: Because your minds are still developing you want to….

Y/N: Do drugs!

Michonne: Take more risks…

Y/N: Nah…

Michonne: A risk is any unsafe action or stupid, thoughtless and careless behaviour.

Carl to Y/N: Literally me.

*Coughs that sound like an erupting volcano*

Abraham: My tummy hurts.

Michonne: Can you name three risks?

Merle: Sex with no protection!

Carl: A gun with no safety on!

Y/N: Having a forehead as big as Merle’s!

Deanna: So, we have codes A, C and D.

Rick: Why not code B? Where’s the B????

Aaron: B-cause.

Glenn: You should b- ashamed of yourself…. I’m not funny

Maggie: You’re not funny

Deanna: So, code A stands for….?

Daryl: Ass!

Eugene: Acceptable!

Aaron: Yeah *fistbump*

Y/N: Nerd!

Deanna: What about code C?

Maggie: Coffee.

Eugene: Calculated!

Deanna: Yes! How about code D?

Abraham: Deez nuts!

Sasha: Dangerous!

Carol: Destructive!

Deanna: Yeah! You guys concern me!

Y/N: Ron, shut up you acoustic monk.

Glenn: Guys I accidentally wrote relationhips instead of relationships.

Carl: Y/N, has relationhips.

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean?!?!

Y/N: Carl, has a shirt that says ‘ Roblox is life’ shirt, and he said it suits me.

Negan: Feel how soft my water bottle is.

Simon: Stop stroking your water bottle like that!

Michonne: What’s something that was legal, but was a destructive decision?

Merle: Weed!

Enid: I wanna jump off a cliff.

Y/N: I wanna kiss a 12 gauge.

Enid: My dad jumped out of a plane without a parachute…

Carl: My dad is a plane.

Andrea: My butt hurts.

Dale: *Gives strange look*

Andrea: You’re looking at me like you wanna fuck me.

Dale: What?

Shane: Ha!

Dale: No, I actually didn’t hear.

Amy: Real.

Negan: Did you wash your ass today?

Michonne: So, tell me an example of a safety risk?

Merle: Your mom

Michonne: …and some conatin cannabis

Judith: These gummies tastes funny.

*Watching a budget direct ad and Captain Risky comes on*

Jesus: Smash

Ron: Bro’s him

Daryl: I mean he has all the skills

Carl: Bluds the main character

Y/N: You look like a potato

Dwight: You look like a trash can

Y/N: Nuh uh

Dwight: Yeah uh

Negan: Dwight, keep working *Lightly caresses the shovel Dwight’s hand*

Y/N: Stop!

Dwight: Stop it I don’t like it!

Y/N: Yes, we are Sluts

Rosita: Sexy Ladies Under Tonnes of Stress

Y/N: I can’t make a decision that big, I can’t even tie my own shoes!

Enid: Please tell me you’re joking.

Y/N: I’m not, I tie them like a three-year old! Let me show you!

Enid: No, no thanks…

Y/N: Watch my feet! Watch my shoes. *Ties laces with two loops*

Enid: Ew *visibly cringes*

Carl: …I just asked if you wanted pancakes or waffles….

Glenn: Look how much funny shit we said today.

Daryl: I can’t it’s too black

Glenn: Ayo?

Daryl: I meant too dark!

Y/N: Nah!

*Glenn adjusts lighting*

Daryl: Now it’s too white!

Y/N: !!!

Daryl: Too bright! Too bright!

Negan: BALLS

Y/N: Gotta rizz ‘em with the ‘tism

Negan: I’m a Savior….save ya mom!

*Carl and Ron carrying a log*

Enid: For a second I thought that was in their ass’s

Y/N: I want them up my ass

Enid: What?

Y/N: What?

*Truck passes*

Daryl: Awww yeah, listen to tha’

Y/N: I can smell the air…

Daryl: No shit, sherlock!

Glenn: Don’t judge a book by it’s-

Eugene: Erm actually, it’s in the human instincts system, for us to make a quick judgement on a person appearance to determine whether they are friend or foe.

Y/N: Oooh, did I appear friend or foe when you first saw me?

Eugene: Well, when I first encountered you, you looked like you couldn’t hurt a fly, but since then, I have realised my mistake and have grown scared of you.

Rosita: He’s scared of everything…

Eugene: Not pickles!

Beth: What song do you wear?

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[jo-harrington]

Dearest, wonderfulst of them all. I'm coming in here with a monster tucked under my arm.

The Manticore. Please. It's one of my favourite beasts.

<3 <3 <3 for you.

Somna!!! Ok this one I was noodling for a while because I was like “ok. Ren faire ren faire ren faire.” And it was gonna be really special and a little grandiose (I was feeling a type of way with the end of summer.)

But the thing about Eddie and this OC (or Reader character if you’re not reading the series) is that they find heaven in the most simple places together. They find it in each other.

So I hope you enjoy this one. It's not big angsty, it's just a little soft silly thing. Big kisses for you my love.

Find Hymns of Heaven here.

And find the Master List for As Above, So Below here.

August 1984

“So what are we looking for again?”

“Rick's birthday is coming up so anything Green Bay Packers—”

“Ew.”

“—and maybe some flannels for Wayne. How about you?”

“Maybe some books. Some records for the both of us?"

"No Van Halen though."

"I swear to God," you muttered under your breath. "I mention them one time."

"Hot for Teacher is a bullshit song and you know it," Eddie grinned mischievously as he slammed the door of the van shut.

He knew just what it took to get under your skin sometimes; pick at the tiniest throwaway thing you'd say and turn it into a whole to-do. Keep pushing and pushing until you tried to tell him off because then he'd get to emphasize "but you love me" until your hard stare turned soft and you'd agree because...you did.

You did love him. Loved him for all the good things and the bad; loved him because he was an idiot.

He was your idiot. Proudly.

Today, though, was not about mischief.

You were both on a mission.

You'd driven all the way up to Fort Wayne for the Allen County Flea Market at the Fairgrounds. It was a once-a-month event where hundred of people brought their prized possessions, their antiques, and their trash to try and offload it for as much cash as possible. And he had plenty to spare, after he'd made his appearance at all of the end-of-summer parties that had been thrown by everyone of college-going-age in the tri-county area.

So why not have a little day out, treat the most important people in his life to something nice, if...a little worn. Worn was ok.

He was a little worn too. So were you. And Wayne and Rick. His friends. He'd never felt such a sense of belonging as he did with all of you. All sorts of pieces that seemingly didn't fit together or belong...that had been patched together to create something epic. Unstoppable.

His family.

After perusing a few booths together, you parted ways to hunt for your own treasures, and he greedily accepted the soft farewell kisses you pressed to his lips.

One, and then another for the road, and a third for good luck.

He prompted it, but it was typically your saying as you stole a few smooches before you left him for the night or for work, and hearing him say it made you beam brightly.

It made him glow from deep within.

Once you were out of sight, he clapped his hands and let destiny take him where it would.

Got a couple things for himself and Wayne, enough that he could convince his uncle that they didn't need to go back to school shopping for much of anything outside of the obvious pens, pencils, and notebooks from Kmart. No new shoes or shirts.

He could keep the that overtime pay from the plant tucked away for a rainy day, or maybe fix the heater on his car that he'd been hemming and hawing about since February.

He even found Wayne a sturdy denim jacket with a suede collar that, he was sure, would be perfect once the cool weather rolled in.

He got Rick's birthday gift and continued to peruse the booths along his path, finding a few useful items along the way: a coil of guitar strings still in the packaging, a set of cooking knives that might have been chipped and dull but still probably more useful to cut vegetables with than the set of steak knives that were tucked away in a kitchen drawer back home, and a plan black sweatshirt with some moth holes that could, realistically, be saved by some strategically placed band patches.

He had been contemplating whether he was willing to endure your wrath if he surprised you with a copy of Women and Children First from a pile of old vinyls--

A grander gesture would be to convince the guys to add Could This Be Magic to the setlist of Corroded Coffin 2.0's first outing at the Hideout. Jeff could test his mettle on acoustic and Eddie could dedicate the song to you.

--when he found the jackpot.

It was a dusty book with worn edges, title on the front cover printed in a heavy gothic script and embossed with gold foil.

A Modern Bestiary for the 20th Century by Professor Hellen Magnus and Doctor Pellinore Warthrop

Eddie's hand shot to it immediately, intrigued, and he spent a good few minutes flipping through the pages. He vibrated as he went page by page, eyes scanning over one creature or another.

Harpies and gargoyles and sea serpents.

He thought of all the Hellfire sessions that would benefit from this book. It really felt like an ancient tome with all of the scientific diagrams and breakdowns of each creature's skeleton, brief summaries of associated myths, and place of origin. References to other books that he made a mental note to ask about at the library.

And then, right in the center of the book, there was a fold out spread that featured a full color illustration of a Manticore.

His favorite.

He'd seen it in a book about heraldry once upon a time when he created a Munson Family Crest for the Middle Ages unit in 6th Grade History. And he'd been obsessed ever since.

The ultimate protector and most dangerous foe with the head of a human and the body of a lion, and a venomous scorpion tail. Symbolizing undefinable strength and power. So it was funny, how he had been thinking of the way his family was patched together earlier when this was waiting for him just hours ahead.

Fate was funny that way.

And funnier still...when he drew his eyes across the page once again and saw, scribbled in the corner in...colored pencil or crayon...he couldn't say for sure...was your name.

"No..." he squinted and pulled the page closer to his face. "Can't be."

It was a child's handwriting for sure, wobbly and unsure, but that was you.

For a second, Eddie didn't even...consider the implications of this being your book or how the book ending up here of all places. Stranger things had happened. Fate worked inn mysterious ways and all that.

He just felt...triumphant.

"Finally I'll get a leg up on you sweetheart," he said as he dug into his pockets for the cash to buy the book. "No more telling me about mysterious monsters and creatures. I'll know more than you soon enough."

You found Eddie sitting in the back of the van after you finished your shopping, the tote bag that you had the foresight to bring with you overflowing with books and records and even a rolled up poster that you were sure he'd like for his bedroom. His legs were crossed and he was flipping through the pages of a book that vaguely looked familiar to you.

"So, success?" you began to announce your presence. Eddie jumped a bit, startled and he shoved the book off to the side. You narrowed your eyes in suspicion. "What? Is that like...some like...weird book with sex positions in it or something? Studying to surprise me later or..."

"No! Well...studying yes, but not...I mean if you wanna..." he trailed off and raised his eyebrows suggestively. You slapped the back of your hand against his arm and laughed. "No, it's just this really interesting book I found. I'll tell you all about it on the drive back."

"Ok," you marveled at his enthusiasm. "I can't wait to hear all about it."

You dumped your bags in the back and slammed the doors shut as Eddie did his typical gentleman's act by racing around to open the passenger's door for you.

He bowed deeply and kissed the back of your hand, luxuriating in your giggles.

You wouldn't be laughing for long.

Once he was settled behind the wheel and he was sure of the directions back to Hawkins, he got the most devious look on his face. Positively devilish. His head dropped lazily to his shoulder and he dragged his eyes from the road to look at you.

"So, sweetheart, angel, cheese on my burger, love of my life," he buttered you up. "Tell me what you know...about The Manticore."

#aasb #as above so below #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #hymns of heaven

[andy-clutterbuck]

Rick Grimes in The Ones Who Live 1x01 - Years

"…𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯…𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘴."

#the dog tags stay on #like im gonna go pick 'em back off that walker who's coming to help me #Rick Grimes #The Ones Who Live #towl spoilers #* #rg #hello my darling #my beloved snarls returned! #PILOT RICK? where do i enlist #paramilitary rick is A+++++ #the trash goblin wants what it wants so #the dumpster is warm #there were so many profile shots #The Nose™ appreciated truly #who wants to play wheel of fortune #D _ D D Y #i love arm #black tshirt you're not the brown one but i still love u #EYE CRINKLES #that bottom lip is still illegal #it's an A they're just gonna kill it it's too powerful

[final-girl96]

Broken World: Chapter Twenty-Four

It's been a couple days since we showed up at the farm. Carl was doing a little better than he had been. Rick was now free to organize a search party for Sophia. He had given Carl three transfusions of blood since he was a match. Some of us had gone out into the woods after the memorial we had for Otis. Maggie, Hershel's eldest daughter brought us a map of the property and the surrounding area. Daryl had found an old farmhouse, but didn't find anyone in it. He did, however, find a small closet with blankets and pillows. He said it was only big enough for a child to skip into and it looked like someone had been there fairly recently.

Daryl posted towards the map, “I'm going to barrow a horse and ride along here. Chances are she'll be by the water. It's her only landmark.” Rick nodded, “Alright. Take yn with you.” Daryl and I looked at him in confusion. “I don't need her slowin’ me down. I'm better off on my own.” Ouch. “You two are the best trackers we got. I want you to stick together and look together.” Rick gave no room for argument. Daryl trudged off towards the stables with a huff and I gave Rick a look. “Don't look at me like that. I don't know what's going on between you two but you need to put it aside.”

I rolled my eyes and followed after Daryl. I found him in the stable saddling one of the horses. “Do you even know how to ride a horse?” I asked. I got no answer though which isn't anything new. “Right.” When he was done he got up onto the horse and reached a hand out. “Ya comin’ or what?” He grumbled. Without taking his hand I hopped up onto the horse behind him. I placed my hands lightly on his waist to keep myself steady when the horse galloped out of the barn, across the field, and into the woods. I could feel how tense Daryl was under my fingertips.

We went back to the house that he had found the other day and got off. Daryl tied the horse to a tree branch, making sure she could get herself free if walkers came stumbling towards her. “This the farmhouse you were talking about?” I asked. He answered me with a grunt and I held back the urge to roll my eyes. It was like trying to talk to a damn caveman. Each grunt meant different things and it was your job to understand what each grunt meant. Luckily for me I spoke caveman Daryl.

“Right…can you show me that cupboard found?” Another grunt was my answer and he walked towards the door. We did a quick sweep before he took me to the kitchen. The was a small cupboard that was meant to be a pantry from I'm assuming. It had four shelves and under the last one was a small space just big enough for a small child like Sophia to squeeze into. “Found a can of sardines in the trash too. It smelled fresh so I had to have been open that day at some point.”

I stood up and looked around the kitchen. Behind where Daryl was, there was an archway that led to a mudroom and a back door. I stepped around him, walked into the small space, and out the backdoor. “She could have heard you coming and got spooked. Might have not realized it was one of us. If she fled, she would have gone out this door and back into the woods,” I said. Daryl was standing beside me in the yard out back of the house. “The creek ain't far from here. She might have gone that way or came from that way. It's the only landmark she got.”

We headed back around front, mounted the horse, and headed for the creek. We followed a well traveled foot trail that looked down over an embankment. At the bottom of it was the creek. Daryl slowly walked the horse along the trail, looking out for any signs of Sophia. I was looking down at The creek bed when I spotted something in the shallow water. “Hold up, what Is that?” I asked, pointing down to the object.

Daryl stopped and we dismounted. “Stay here, I'm goin’ down to see what it is.” I took the reins from him and watched as he slowly descended the embankment. At the bottom he walked through the water and picked something up. “Hey! that little girl had a doll, right?” He hollered up to me. He held a little doll up that wore a pink dress. “That's hers! That's Sophia's doll!” I called down to him.

We found something! That had to mean she wasn't too far from here, right? Even though after forty-eight hours you're usually looking for a body. But that isn't always the case either. There is still a chance, and finding Sophia's doll, and that small cupboard in the farmhouse gives me hope that we'll find her. Daryl walked back up to the trail and handed me the doll. “Yeah, it's hers,” I confirmed. He looked around us, cupping his hands around his mouth. “Sophia!”

“Come on, we'll go back and tell Rick. The more people we have out here the better,” I told him. He hummed, “Look around this area for a little first then we’ll head back.” He mounted the horse and before I could get up behind him she got spooked, bucking Daryl off. “Daryl!” I yelled, watching him get thrown and roll down the embankment into the creek below. “Oh, my god!” I quickly made my way to the edge and started to ease myself down, holding onto the roots of trees, to help keep myself from falling.

Halfway down, I lost my footing and skidded the rest of the way down, falling and rolling towards the bottom. My head smacked into a rock, sending sparks of pain through my skull. “Fuck!” I blinked several times trying to clear the black spots obscuring my vision. Rolling over onto my hands and knees I made my way to Daryl. “Daryl!” I rolled him over and pulled him out of the water. His eyes blinked open and a groan of pain left his lips. “Oh, my god, are you okay?” I helped him stand up and when he did I gasped. “Shit, Daryl.” He hummed and looked around us searching for a crossbow. The only bolt he had left was now pierced through his side.

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[newenglandfaerie]

probably not an original thought, but thinking again about how Rick Riordan is the shining counterexample to She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named of what a 2000's YA fantasy author can be.

like, when people pointed out that some things he wrote were offensive toward hellenic neo-pagans, he apologized, owned up to his ignorance, and promised to be more considerate going forward.

he also originally created Percy Jackson because his son was diagnosed with ADHD and dyslexia, and he couldn't find any positive media portrayals of people with those conditions, so he created a world where that sort of neurodiversity wasn't a handicap, but rather was valued as a source of strength. and while the characters in the original series are predominantly cis-het white people, he seemingly realized that all kids deserve heroes they can see themselves in just as much as his son did, so in subsequent series he created a wide variety of characters of various ethnicities, sexualities, and gender identities whose identities are a part of them without defining them. and when people attack him for being "woke", he shuts them down and explicitly defends trans and non-binary kids' right to exist and see themselves represented.

he also respects the boundaries of what he as a white man is entitled to write about, and rather than appropriating other cultures and religions, he sticks to writing about mythologies that are not ingrained in living cultures (i.e. Greek, Norse, Egyptian). but rather than neglect less well-known cultures, he works to highlight and boost authors from marginalized groups who are writing similar stories by helping to market their stories under the banner of "Rick Riordan Presents" which helps them connect to his established audience. importantly, he doesn't charge authors to label their books as "Rick Riordan Presents". according to his website, quote,

[The publisher, Hyperion-Disney,] is paying me a nominal fee to write an introduction for each book, help edit and promote it, etc., but that’s the limit of my monetary involvement. The authors own their own intellectual property and negotiate contracts with Disney as they would with any publishing deal. I am not doing this for money.

For me this is a way to give back for my success. I’ve been very lucky in my career. I want to use my platform to help other writers get a wider audience. I also want to help kids have a wider variety of great books to choose from, especially those that deal with world mythology, and for all kinds of young readers to see themselves reflected in the books that they read.

like, this is what She could have been. she could have owned up to her mistakes, worked to write more inclusive stories, promoted fantasy authors from marginalized backgrounds, and generally used her platform for good. instead she doubled down on her mistakes, writes increasingly transphobic trash, lent her name to one mediocre fan-fic of a stage play, and uses her platform to regularly attack and demean trans people. there is no excuse for what she has become, *especially* when you compare her to Riordan and see what she could have been

#fantasy #authors #ya fiction #harry potter #jk rowling #rick riordan #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #transphobia tw

[best-fictional-cat]

ROUND 1 IS OVER

Believe it or not, but I am also devastated because of some results.

First off, USEFUL LINKS:

All competitor masterlist

Where you can find a spreadsheet with all round 1 poll results

Round 2 match-ups (and poll masterpost)

Here's a visual on the survivors of round one:

Here's the list of our winners (green) and losers (crossed out) (all the 50/50 made it in even if there were decimals involved; I stated that I was going to do this before round 1 because we need extra cats for an even bracket):

Garfield (Garfield) vs Puss in Boots (Puss in Boots / Shrek)

Khoshekh (Welcome to Night Vale) vs The Admiral (The Magnus Archives) vs Pippa (The Penumbra Podcast)

Tom (Tom and Jerry) vs Sylvester (Looney Tunes)

Judd (Splatoon) vs Lil' Judd (Splatoon)

Garfield the Deals Warlock (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Pib (Dimension 20 - Neverafter)

Opalescence (My Little Pony) vs Charmmy Kitty (Sanrio)

Slugcat (Rain World) vs Rivulet (Rain World: Downpour)

Cool Cat (Cool Cat Saves the Kids) vs Tabby Von Meow (Webkinz)

Sisters of Plenitude (Doctor Who) vs Thomas Kincade Brannigan ( Doctor Who)

Domino (Amphibia) vs Domino 2 (Amphibia)

Thomas O'Malley + the Aristocats (Aristocats) vs Serafina + Wolfie (Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper)

Hollyleaf (Warrior cats) vs Jayfeather (Warrior cats) vs Yellowfang (Warrior cats) vs Bluestar (Warrior cats)

Bob (Animal Crossing) vs Raymond (Animal Crossing)

Cattail (Plants vs Zombies) vs Stray Cat (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure)

Yoruichi Shihoin (Bleach) vs Grimmjow Jaegerjaques (Bleach)

Greebo (Discworld) vs You (Discworld)

Pusheen (Pusheen) vs Nyan Cat (Nyan Cat)

Felix (Drawtectives) vs Capper (My Little Pony)

Cat (Stray) vs Spot (Star Trek: The Next Generation)

Bungle the glass cat (Oz) vs Eureka the pink kitten (Oz)

Squanchy (Rick and Morty) vs Talking Cat (Rick and Morty)

Barry Ill ( Sparklecare hospital) vs Caroline Coughs (Sparklecare hospital)

Shoe (Ace Attorney) vs Wagahai (Ace Attorney) (will carry on as a tag team because you guys are unstoppable apparently)

Alpine (Marvel comics) vs Mew (Marvel comics)

Hong (Trash of the Count's Family) vs On (Trash of the Count's Family) (will carry on as a tag team because separating the siblings was a mistake apparently)

Catra (She-Ra) vs Khajiit (The Elder Scrolls)

Constable Whiskers (Cookie Run) vs Tabby Slime (Slime Rancher)

Arlene (Garfield) vs Nermal (Garfield)

Stelmaria (His Dark Materials) vs Kirjava (His Dark Materials)

Candy + Cindy (Five Nights at Candy's) vs 808 (Hi-Fi Rush)

Carla (Fairy Tail) vs Panther Lily (Fairy Tail)

Jellie (Double Life SMP) vs C!Antfrost (Dream SMP)

Midnight (Castle in the Air, Diana Wynne Jones) vs Thomas (Earwig and the Witch)

Skimbleshanks (Cats the musical) vs Rum Tum Tugger (Cats the musical)

Ortensia the Cat (Disney) vs Felix the cat (Felix the cat (Paramount))

God Cat (Homestuck) vs Vodka Mutini / Dr.Meowgon Spangler (Homestuck)

Kyo Sohma (Fruits Basket) vs Miyo Sasaki / Muge / Taro (A whisker away)

Blaze the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog) vs Big the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Jiji (Kiki's Delivery Service) vs Luna (Sailor Moon)

Puppycat (Bee and Puppy cat) vs CatDog (CatDog)

Chairman Meow (The Shadowhunter Chronicles) vs Church (The Shadowhunter Chronicles)

Pounce de Leon (Homestuck) vs Jaspers (Homestuck)

Sandstorm (Warrior cats) vs Squirrelflight (Warrior cats)

Mae Borowski (Night in the Woods) vs Princess Carolyn (BoJack Horseman)

Hobbes (Calvin and Hobbes) vs Tigger (Winnie the Pooh)

Ankha (Animal Crossing) vs Kabuki (Animal Crossing)

Valerie Oberlin (Monster Prom) vs Juan The Small Magical Latino Cat (Monster Prom)

Coco Grimalkin (Purrfect Apawcalypse) vs Felix Munch (Purrfect Apawcalypse) vs Mittens Wichien (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Catty (Undertale) vs Catti (Deltarune)

Aslan (The Chronicles of Narnia) vs Simba (The Lion King)

Ghazt (My Singing Monsters) vs Nyanky (Taiko no Tatsujin)

Nameless evil white cat (James Bond) vs Meowthra (Lego Ninjago Movie)

Minerva McGonagall (Harry Potter) vs Behemoth (Master and Margarita)

Macskacicó (Hungarian folk tales) vs Pangur Bán (Pangur Bán (Irish poem, 9th century))

Kuro (Blue Exorcist) vs Grim (Twisted Wonderland)

Baron Humbert von Gikkingen (The Cat Returns) vs Nyanta (Log Horizon)

Lumi (Cats are Liquid) vs Mewo (Omori) vs Pet cats (Stardew Valley)

Leone (Akame ga Kill) vs Blake Belladonna (RWBY)

The Black Cat (The Black Cat, E.A.Poe) vs Black Cat (The Price, Neil Gaiman)

Chi Yamada (Chi's sweet home) vs Happy (Fairy Tail)

Kitty White / Hello Kitty (Sanrio) vs Salem Saberhagen (Sabrina the Teenage Witch)

Firestar (Warrior cats) vs Meowth (Pokémon)

Ghost (The Owl House) vs Morgana (Persona 5)

Kitty Softpaws (Puss in Boots) vs Goose (Marvel comics / MCU)

Catbus (My Neighbor Totoro) vs Cake (Adventure Time)

Cheshire Cat (Alice in Wonderland) vs Che'nya (Twisted Wonderland)

Plagg (Miraculous) vs Chat Noir (Miraculous)

Bagheera (The Jungle Book) vs Nuka (The Lion King 2)

Cure Cosmo / Yuni (Star Twinkle Pretty Cure) vs Ichigo Momomiya (Tokyo Mew Mew)

Luxor (Tutenstein) vs Chester the Cat (Bunnicula)

Cat (Red Dwarf) vs T'Ana (Star Trek: Lower Decks)

The Cat (Coraline) vs Mothwing (Warrior cats)

Shampoo ( Ranma 1/2) vs Diana (Sailor Moon)

Frumpkin (Critical Role) vs Archie (Tales of Arcadia)

Periwinkle (Blue's clues) vs Brave Heart Lion (Care Bears)

Catbug (Bravest Warriors) vs Pasty (Neko Atsume)

Atsushi Nakajima (Bungou Stray Dogs) vs Natsume Soseki (Bungou Stray Dogs)

Tigress (Kung Fu Panda) vs Captain Amelia (Treasure Planet)

Pixie (Pixie and Brutus) vs Tumblr lore witch

Lucifer (Cinderella) vs Tab (Watership Down)

Gary the Snail (Spongebob Squarepants) vs Magolor (Kirby series)

Mad Mew Mew (Undertale) vs Mr. Mistoffelees (Cats the musical)

Lucrezia and Meek (Frakk, the Cats' Nightmare) vs Findus (Pettson and Findus)

Leona Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland) vs Cheka Kingscholar (Twisted Wonderland)

Maurice (Discworld) vs Heathcliff (Heathcliff)

Cringer / Battlecat (He-man) vs Mr. Kat (Kid vs. Kat)

Angel Grimalkin (Purrfect Apawcalypse) vs Tigger Sugden (Purrfect Apawcalypse)

Rosie (Animal Crossing) vs Rover (Animal Crossing)

Blanca (Animal Crossing) vs Tangy (Animal Crossing)

Nali (Assassin's Creed: Valhalla) vs Miyuki (Avatar the Last Airbender)

Chococat (Sanrio) vs Kuroneko-sama (Trigun)

Gatomon (Digimon) vs Kyubey (Puella Magi Madoka Magica)

Shrödinger's cat (you know the one) vs Felix (Felix cat food mascot)

The Cat (Monster Camp) vs Xiaohei (The Legend of Hei)

Artemis (Sailor Moon) vs Samantha / The Cat (Infinity Train)

John Blacksad (Blacksad) vs Mao Mao Mao (Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart)

Solembum (Inheritance Cycle) vs Ren (Monstress)

Taokaka (Blazblue) vs Niko (Oneshot)

Ember (Cattails) vs Lyrus (Cattails) vs Mayor (Cattails)

Missy (Cattails) vs Sarge (Cattails) vs Scout (Cattails)

Lion (Steven Universe) vs Cat Steven (Steven Universe)

Glameow (Pokémon) vs Litten (Pokémon) vs Meowstic (Pokémon) vs Skitty (Pokémon) vs Sprigatito (Pokémon)

Mog (Mog books, Judith Kerr) vs Tom Kitten (The Tale of Tom Kitten)

Jenny Linsky (Jenny Linsky, Esther Averill) vs Kaspar, Prince of Cats (Kaspar, Prince of Cats, Michael Morpurgo)

Pixel (The Cat Who Walks through Walls, Robert Heinlein) vs Invisible cat (The Invisible Man, H.G.Wells)

Jonesy (Alien) vs Grudge (Star Trek Discovery)

Aldwyn (The Familiars) vs Jess (Postman Pat)

Remlit (Legend of Zelda Skyward Sword) vs Mo (Lego Monkie Kid)

Assistacat / Sub-manager (Cardfight!! Vanguard) vs Haru (My Roommate is a Cat)

Mao (Darker than Black) vs Amanojaku (Ghost Stories)

Izutsumi (Dungeon Meshi) vs Opera (Welcome to demon school Iruma kun!)

Nyako / Meowy (Chainsaw Man) vs Yuigadokusonmaru (Durarara)

Heinkel (Fullmetal Alchemist) vs Cheetu (Hunter x Hunter)

Graystripe (Warrior cats) vs Scourge (Warrior cats) vs Sol (Warrior cats) vs Tallstar (Warrior cats)

Bristlefrost (Warrior cats) vs Cinderpelt (Warrior cats) vs Ferncloud (Warrior cats) vs Turtle Tail (Warrior cats)

Leopardstar (Warrior cats) vs Spottedleaf (Warrior cats) vs Leafpool (Warrior cats) vs Mapleshade (Warrior cats)

Sox (Lightyear) vs The Kitty (The Bad Guys)

The Cat in the Hat (The Cat in the Hat) vs Boo (The Funky Phantom)

The Sphinx (Adventures of Puss in Boots) vs Fluffal Cat (Yu-Gi-Oh!)

Hiili (Fox Fires (webcomic)) vs Varjak Paw (Varjak Paw, S.F.Said)

Potato (Cat loaf adventures) vs Whiskers (Pixel Cat's End)

Mingus Crown (Dialtown) vs Burgerpants (Undertale)

Arthur (Code Geass) vs Amp / Anp / Anpu (The Disastrous Life of Saiki K)

Sakamoto (Nichijou) vs Blair (Soul Eater)

Darwin (April and the Extraordinary World) vs Finley / Jelly Donut (Hustle Cat)

Jemima (Cats the musical) vs Victoria (Cats the musical)

Also democracy said we should try randomising the match-ups. See yous in a few days, I have some cats to put on a wheel ;)

#blown away that Pounce de Leon lost in round one while having more submissions than all the other Homestuck cats put together #also genuinely ended up rooting for cats I've never heard of and many of them lost *pain* #best fictional cat #competitions #polls #really hope I didn't mix any names up oof

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A Place in this World - Steve Harrington

Book B - Part Three

Summary: You and Steve Harrington are together, and he's worried about leaving you alone.

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: SPOILERS for Season 4 Vol. 1 & 2, swearing, lil angst, lil fluff, sad eddie :(

Masterlist

You paced back and forth in the Wheeler basement, trying desperately to keep your mind awake.

The lack of sleep was catching up to you, and you had started to doubt if leaving Eddie alone was the right idea. Sure, you felt better because you were with Steve, but the thought of your best friend alone with Jason, Andy, and Patrick after you guys had you worried.

Lucas had explained the situation to you in detail. He explained how he had tried to lead Jason astray to protect you and Eddie by taking them to Chief Hopper’s cabin, and he had been close to tears when he told you that he had been a part of trashing your trailer.

You had immediately told him that he was forgiven, and that he had done the right thing. The fact that he was harboring this guilt about spray painting your trailer when he had been the one helping you guys was stupid. You had no doubt that Jason would be a lot closer to finding you guys if Lucas hadn’t led him on.

You focused on putting one foot in front of the other. You glanced up at Max, who for the last hour had been sat at the desk in the corner, writing nonstop. None of you had dared interrupt her, not when she was staring down the barrel of death, while you all tried desperately to come up with a way to save her.

Steve suddenly stepped in front of you, causing you to stop pacing.

“Hey,” he said, reaching out and placing his hands on the outside of your arms. “How are you feeling?”

“Tired.”

“You look it.” His eyes roamed your face. “Why don’t you try and sleep for a bit?”

You swallowed. “I don’t think I could if I tried. I feel tired, but every time I try and close my eyes, I just see…” You trailed off, grateful that Steve knew.

He pulled you into his arms, and you practically melted into his chest. Closing your eyes, you just enjoyed the moment. You tried to forget that you were wanted for murder. You tried to forget that Max was cursed. You were just you, and Steve was just Steve, and you were both so content in that knowledge.

“How are you holding up?” you asked him.

He tightened his arms around you. “I’m just worried about you.”

“But are you OK?”

He hesitated for a second. “I can’t say that I expected to be in this situation again. Especially not with you at the centre of this whole thing.”

You hummed, relishing in the way his arms traced patterns on your back. “I want to go back to Rick’s,” you said after a moment.

Steve’s hands stopped.

“I can’t stop thinking about Eddie being there by himself.”

“Are you sure?”

This time, you hesitated. “I don’t know,” you admitted. Steve pulled away and looked at you. “I just want things to go back to normal.”

When you opened your eyes, Steve had a sympathetic look in his eyes. As you looked at him, you realized that there hadn’t been a normal for Steve in the past few years. For any of your friends. They had been fighting an unknown evil for years, and you and the rest of Hawkins had been living in peaceful bliss, unaware that anything had been amiss.

You reached up and traced the small scar on the side of Steve’s face. The one that he had gotten from a beating from Russian guards, he had told you a few hours ago. He brought his hand up to grasp your own, pulling it from his face to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“Whatever you decide, I’ll do it.”

“I don’t want to decide.” You knew it sounded childish.

“You never want to decide anything,” Steve chuckled. “Trying to get you to pick where you want to eat is like pulling teeth.”

You rolled your eyes. “All right, Harrington. Once we’re done with all this, I’ll pick a place first time you ask.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” he said, smiling at you.

The doors above you opened and you stepped back to see Nancy and Robin descending the stairs, triumphant smiles plastered across their faces.

+

“I can see a lot of ways that this could go wrong,” you said, looking up from the falsified academic records.

“It’s foolproof, really, Y/N,” Robin replied. “All we have to do is pretend.”

You handed the records to Steve, who started skimming over them. “Yeah, but this is…If you guys get caught—”

“We won’t. Seriously.”

Steve looked up from the records. “Wait, where’s mine?”

Nancy grimaced. “You’re not coming.” She stood, and Robin, Steve, and you followed her upstairs.

“What do you mean I’m not coming?” Steve retorted.

“I mean, you have to stay here with the kids.” She opened the door to her room and your eyes widened as you entered.

“Nancy, you’re out of your mind if you think I’m babysitting again.”

She spun on him. “First of all, they’re not babies anymore, and Max needs you. Plus, Y/N and Eddie are still wanted. You need to be here.”

You felt his eyes on you, but you and Robin were busy looking at all of Nancy’s nice shit. Robin was snooping through anything she could get her hands on, but you were just looking at everything. She had so much stuff. And her room was so big.

You had grown up in a trailer park, and while you had what you needed, you didn’t have enough to splurge on getting lots of nice things. The only extravagant things you owned were your guitars. Your acoustic one had been a gift from your parents—one they had saved their asses off for—and your electric one had been brought by you, second hand from the thrift store after saving up for over a year. Even then, Eddie had thrown in a few bucks when you had come up short at the counter.

Nancy had everything that you had wished for as a kid.

“Holy shit,” Robin said, flipping open a little box. “There’s a tiny ballerina in here.”

You stepped forward and looked at it spinning around. “Fucking hell, Wheeler.”

Both her and Steve ignored the two of you, until Nancy held up some clothes that she wanted Robin to wear.

Robin shrunk back. “Please tell me you’re joking.” She handed you the music box, stepping closer to Nancy as she started to complain.

You only stared down at the tiny ballerina, spinning to the soft music. Briefly, you wondered how much everything in the room cost. The Wheelers must have been loaded.

“What are you doing?” Steve said, suddenly siding up to you.

You jumped and slammed the lid shut. “Nothing.”

Steve pulled the box from your hands. “I remember my cousin had one of these when she was little. I used to take the ballerina and hide it until she cried.” He chuckled to himself.

“That’s so mean, Steve. Jesus.” You could picture a tiny Steve running around with a tiny ballerina gripped in his hand.

Robin and Nancy exited the room, Nancy pulling Robin to the bathroom to start doing her hair, despite just how much Robin was whining about it.

“Yeah, it was.” Steve said, not even a hint of remorse in his voice. “Hers was purple though. I bet yours was red, or maybe black.”

It was just an offhanded comment, but you suddenly felt a little self-conscious. Not only because you hadn’t had the money for one, but also because you knew that you probably would have chosen one in a darker colour. Did that make you less of a girl somehow? You had spent your entire life trying to be someone like Nancy Wheeler, because even though you dressed different and pretended you didn’t care, you still wanted to feel pretty and popular.

“Y/N?” Steve called from beside you, and you realized you had gone quiet.

You hummed, looking at him.

He had a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

You shook your head. “Nothing.” He raised his brow, obviously not believing you. You sighed and said, “It’s nothing. Just…Nancy has a lot of nice stuff. She’s very…Nancy.”

Steve looked as confused at you felt. “What do you mean?”

“I just mean, I can see why you liked her.”

That apparently made things more confusing, because Steve placed his hand on your shoulder and turned you to him. You rarely spoke about his past relationships. Mainly because he wanted to leave his high school days behind him—leave his King Steve persona behind him.

“What are you talking about?”

You chewed on your bottom lip. “I never asked you why you liked me.”

He blinked. “What?”

“Me,” you said. “What about me made you chose me?”

“Uh, I guess because you’re you?” He didn’t sound confident in his answer, and you scoffed half-heartedly. “I don’t understand.”

You didn’t even understand where you were going with the conversation. Maybe it was your lack of sleep. “Don’t worry about it,” you said, trying to drop the topic.

Steve didn’t let you. “Hey, no. What do you mean? Are you asking me why I like you?”

You hesitated. His eyes went to the room around you, and you could see the moment that he pieced it together. Steve was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for.

“Or…Or are you asking me why I like you when you’re not like Nancy?”

You didn’t say anything.

“Baby,” he said. “Sure, I liked Nancy back in high school, but things were different back then. You and her are different, but I would choose you a thousand times over.” He brushed his thumb across your collarbone, just like he always did. “You’re different in a way that I want. And I would want you no matter what you looked like or what you liked. Because I want you.”

You tried to blink away the tears that clouded your vision. “Thanks,” you managed.

“Really? I make a declaration like that and the best you’ve got is thanks?”

You laughed and leaned forward to kiss him. His hand on your shoulder pulled you closer, his other coming up to your cheek.

When you finally pulled away, he had gone serious again. You pushed his hair back and said, “Probably shouldn’t be making out in your ex-girlfriend’s childhood bedroom.”

He let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, feels a little weird.”

You kissed him again.

+

You were glad that you couldn’t see your trailer from where you were on the floor of Steve’s car parked in front of Max’s house.

You had a feeling that Lucas was glad about it, too.

Eddie’s trailer was no longer cordoned off, and no matter how much you searched the grass in front of it, your guitar was nowhere to be seen.

God, you hoped that Wayne had it. You would lose your mind if it was gone.

Your knee bobbed up and down. This was the best option, you told yourself. Even if you were scared of leaving Steve and the kids alone, especially with Max now cursed. You prayed that Nancy and Robin would be able to find an answer to save her.

“Are you sure you want to go back?” Steve said, breaking the silence from where he stood outside the car.

You glared at him. “Steve.”

“Y/N.”

“I’ve already said yes a hundred times. It’s the best option because then I’m not hiding out in your car the whole time and you can focus on making sure Max is safe.”

Steve looked away from you and back towards Max’s front door. “I know. I’m just—”

Dustin rolled his eyes and sighed in an exaggerated fashion. “—You’re worried. Jesus, Steve. We get it.”

“Henderson, if you don’t start minding your business, I’ll resort to violence,” Steve threatened across the car.

“Bit hard to mind my business when you’re having a private conversation in a car full of people,” Dustin shot back.

Steve just grumbled something beneath his breath, his eyes catching Max coming from around the corner. “Hey, that was longer than 20 seconds.” But when Max sped past him and jumped straight in the car he said, “Hey, whoa, whoa. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Just drive,” she said, avoiding eye contact with everyone.

“Did something happen?” Dustin asked.

“Can we just go?” Max spat as Steve sped out of the driveway.

She was shaking, you realized. Her breath shaky as she breathed in and out. You had a sinking feeling that it had to do with Vecna. She had probably had another vision.

You gingerly placed you hand on her knee. She didn’t look at you, but you squeezed it anyway. A silent comfort.

No one spoke the whole way to Rick’s, one of Steve’s cassettes providing a soft lull in the background. Steve’s eyes darted between all his mirrors, ensuring that you guys weren’t followed.

When he pulled up, Lucas got out to let you past him, Steve meeting you at the hood of his car. He had a crease between his brow, and you knew he wasn’t happy that this was the best option that you guys had.

You would be safer with Eddie at Rick’s. You wouldn’t have to sneak past Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler and hide on the floor of his car. And aside from your boyfriend and your friends, no one else knew that you and Eddie were there.

“Don’t go anywhere or do anything stupid,” he said, taking your hand and running his thumb over your knuckles.

You smirked. “No promises,” you replied. You dipped your head towards his car. “Take care of Max.”

He swallowed, nodding. You squeezed his hand and slowly started walking towards the boatshed.

Steve called your name and you turned. He opened his mouth, as if he was going to say something else, but stopped himself. After a second, he said, “Stay safe.”

You gave him a reassuring smile. “You, too.”

You didn’t turn around as you heard his car peel out of the driveway.

The boatshed was empty when you got there. “Eddie?” you called. But you were met with silence. The tarp was off the boat and the shed was empty aside from the empty food wrappers. Your heart started to race.

“Eddie?” you called again.

Only the dull lapping of the waves answered you.

You exited the boatshed, eyes searching the surrounding area. Nothing. You didn’t want to risk calling for him outside where someone might hear.

You searched the area again, and your eyes caught on the open front door. You quickly entered, shutting the door behind you. “Eddie?”

“Jesus Christ!”

You jumped as he emerged from the kitchen, his hand over his heart.

“You scared the shit out of me,” he said. “What are you doing here?”

“Steve brought me back. It’s safer to hide out here with you,” you explained. “What are you doing in here?”

Eddie gestured to the kitchen where a can of Spaghetti-Os were boiling. “I got hungry. Rick has, like, zero food here.”

You took a seat at the dining table, watching as Eddie stirred the pot. “He’s been in jail for ages. I very much doubt that he cares what’s in his cupboard.”

You looked around at the house. Aside from the thick layer of dust coating everything, it looked pretty much the same as the last time you’d been there, just a few days before Rick was arrested. You had always come with Eddie to meet with Rick. He was a nice enough dude and he always made you feel welcome.

You doubted that he would care that you guys were using it as a hideout. In fact, he would probably lose his shit when you guys told him this story when he got out.

Eddie scooped his meal into a bowl and sat opposite you. You took the time to really look at him. His hair was as messy at it always was, but the bags under his eyes gave away just how tired he was. “You look like shit,” you told him.

He scoffed. “You don’t look too crash hot yourself, asshole.” He spooned another scoop of spaghetti into his mouth. “How’s things in the outside world?”

You sighed, throwing your head back as you recounted the last 24 hours. You tried to cover the most important things, leaving out the parts to do with Steve. Eddie just ate and listened. You could see him trying to piece it all together.

Once he was finished, he pushed his bowl away and said, “So Wheeler and Buckley are meeting with a deranged dude who might or might not have murdered his entire family in the hopes of saving Mayfield?”

You nodded. “I know it’s a longshot, but there no alternative. It’s that or…”

“Or Mayfield ends up like Chrissy.” Eddie fiddled with a lock of his hair, brushing it over his lips as he thought. “And we have half the basketball team after us?”

“Probably the whole team by now. Jason seems desperate to find us.”

“Fantastic.” He brought his head down to rest in his hands on the table.

“How are you feeling with all of this?” you asked after a few long moments of watching him.

“Spectacular,” he grumbled.

You rolled your eyes and kicked him under the table. “I’m serious.”

Eddie didn’t reply for a few minutes. You assumed that he was doing about as well as you. Which was just barely holding on to your single scrap of sanity. But he had been the one to watch as Chrissy was killed. You had only witnessed the aftermath. What he had seen must have been beyond horrific.

“I’m sad,” he said finally, not moving. “I’m—I’m sad for Chrissy. Because I can’t stop thinking that maybe I could have helped her. If I had of just…actually listened. I knew something was up, but…”

“Eddie,” you tried to soothe. “You were trying to help her. From what we read in her file, you were the only one who actually listened to her and took the time to try and help. Even if it was to give her drugs, you still listened to her.”

He was silent again for a long time. “She seemed really genuine and…and nice…and I thought…I thought she might actually like me. As a friend. I thought she might have wanted to be.”

He finally took his head out of his hands, and your heart physically pained at the vulnerable look on his face. Tears lined his eyes, and you immediately stood, rounding the table to hug him. His arms circled you and held you tight as he started to cry.

Sometimes you forgot that Eddie struggled just as much as you with finding people who accepted him. People who didn’t judge him for what he liked. You were both bullied at school, but he got it the worst from the jocks. And he had been stuck at school for an extra two years without you.

Your own eyes misted, but you tried to keep your tears at bay. Eddie needed you, and you would be strong for him.

So, you didn’t say anything. You just held him. And your hand gently stroked his hair as he cried.

#steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #stranger things fanfiction #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #stranger things imagine #outerspacebisexual

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Chrissy Ran Away - 2/3 - Fic

Chapter 2: Did you feel the ground beneath us start to move?

Eddie wasn’t being so friendly to her now. He’d barely spoken to her since she turned up covered in mud and leaves with a fucked up knee. He seemed to be doing his best to avoid her completely. What if Chrissy ran from Eddie after her vision? What if it pushed them apart? They share a joint and it gets much much worse. My take on 'Chrissy lives'. Chrissy and Eddie talk. This whole chapter is Chrissy/Eddie 1-1.

Word Count: 5,295

Chapter: 2/3

Warning: Drug use and lots of angst.

Also on Archive of Our Own.

Previous Chapter 1/3 here.

Next chapter up 3/3

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“You want…a hit?”

He made it sound like she’d just announced she wanted to jump in the lake naked. 

She swallowed. 

The backdoor opened out onto a little patch of grass which overlooked the lake. It wasn’t Chrissy’s first time at Lover’s Lake. She’d come here a couple of times for weekend parties or when someone wanted to swim right now and couldn’t wait to drive the extra few hours to go to the larger lake on the other side of town (which offered stores nearby with magnets and postcards, as well as a place to rent fishing stuff). Lover’s Lake was pretty though and Chrissy actually preferred its quiet secluded charm. Even though she hated the way she looked in her swimsuit she was a pretty good swimmer. She could swim across the lake and back easy. 

Not at night though, obviously. 

The lake was pitch black now though she could see the ripples sparkling on the water and where the treeline met the navy blue of the sky. 

Reefer Rick had obviously enjoyed sitting out here to… presumably smoke?...as he had a nice set up here. While inside the house was sparse and devoid of any decoration or attention (her mum would disdainfully describe it as a ‘bachelor pad’ like on the TV) he’d actually made some effort out here to make it look nice. 

A dozen or so wooden chairs and camping fold outs formed a circle around an old log burner. Some of the chairs even boasted rain-proof cushions.Tall metal poles (camping poles maybe?) had been set up purposefully around the circle with what looked like old fairy lights trailing between them. Contrasting wickedly with this aesthetic was a large tin bucket with empty beer bottles and cigarette butts inside. She could even see an empty bottle of the same whiskey her dad liked. Behind her, by the wall of the house, lay a fishing rod and a load of chopped up logs for the fire (wet and useless now). One of them still had an axe embedded in the side. 

Just beyond the patch of grass she could make out a small dock which snaked around the side of the house to the boarded up boathouse. She wondered if Rick ever dragged a chair to the dock’s edge and fished that way? That’s what she would do. 

Her grandfather used to take her fishing. She used to squeal at the worms but she enjoyed it all the same. He only took her brother now. 

Rick evidently liked sitting here in the evenings with the lights on as he enjoyed the last rays of sunset. Perhaps alone or perhaps with company. Friends. Maybe he had a girlfriend? It would be pretty romantic to share this place with someone special. She recalled Eddie’s words from yesterday about Rick being a good guy despite being in prison and Nancy shooting him down. Maybe…maybe it was possible to be both? A criminal and a good guy who enjoyed sunsets and fishing and drinking beer with his buddies? 

And who was it hurting really? 

She didn’t think Jason would like this place. He’d turn his nose up and say things like ‘white trash’ and ‘run down’ and ‘fucking boring, Chrissy’. 

But she liked it here. It was peaceful and private and secret. Her future was already mapped out before her like a storybook (edited carefully by her mom and dad and even Jason had a look in) but maybe one day she could have a private place like this. 

Yeah with two crying babies at her feet, her waist thick with another, and a god-damned gourmet dinner to plan, she thought archly. Jason had already said they would hire a cook and cleaner. She only had to stay in shape and give him the children he would never spend time with. 

She knew she was a beast for being down about this. She did. She knew it was ungrateful and wicked. But she couldn’t help but just want…

Whatever. Cry me a river, right? 

She wondered if Eddie had a girlfriend he brought to magical places like this to watch sunsets and laugh and make out with. He never mentioned a name or hinted there could be someone but Chrissy was starting to see there was a lot more to Eddie Munson then the rumours would suggest. Just like Fred. Just like Rick. Maybe even like her? 

Eddie was watching her take everything in but his expression was unreadable. He had his shield up. 

She realised she still had to answer his question. Oh yeah. Right. Weed. 

“If that’s okay?” When he didn’t answer right away she added, her heart thudding, “I can pay you obviously. Sorry. I know it costs a lot and it’s your business. I’m not asking for any favours. Sorry. Twenty dollars, right? I have cash in my purse.”

He spoke slowly. “No, it's fine. You don’t need to pay me, Cunningham.”

Eddie had half risen from one of the wooden chairs when she came out and let himself sink back down again. Chrissy had an idea and quickly reached back inside the house for one of Dustin’s torches before firmly closing the door behind her. She chose one of the wooden seats on the opposite side of the circle, careful to give him some of the distance he clearly still wanted. 

“I’ll keep this on,” she tapped a bubblegum-pink nail to the torch laying at her side but made sure it shone down onto her thigh to smother most of the glow. She didn’t want any late-night hikers (or whoever the hell else came to the woods at this time of the night) to spot the light and bother them. The lake was incredibly secluded with only one access road but like Nancy said - they didn’t need any more trouble. “If there’s any danger or problems…from the upside-down …then I’ll see it flicker.”

Eddie nodded and stretched out his long legs. 

They observed each other silently in the near darkness and Chrissy pulled the borrowed blanket up around her shoulders. Even though it was spring it was still chilly and she wasn’t wearing very much. Though her baby-blue nightshirt covered far more of her than Nancy’s did, it was made from the same light breathable cotton. All of Chrissy’s night clothes were conservatively cut with buttons to her chin and her knees firmly hidden (though this one was sleeveless). She'd seen more trendy sexy outfits at the mall and in the magazines, but knew her parents would throw a fit if they ever caught a flash of silk or lace. They would immediately ask her who exactly she was buying these outfits for. God forbid she wanted to wear something just because she liked it and wanted to feel the silk against her skin. 

In contrast Eddie had shrugged on his leather jacket though his usual patched denim vest was noticeably absent. She wondered if leather would feel just as great on skin as silk did? 

“It’s pretty here, Eddie. Rick picked a good spot,” she offered softly. 

“Yeah.”

“I came up here last summer with some friends. I wanted to swim but nobody was keen on the idea. I forgot my sunscreen though and my shoulders and nose turned pink. Jason thought it would be funny to cool down in the lake and tossed me in,” she smiled weakly. “So I guess I did get my swim.” Her pale skin always freckled and burnt in even the slightest ray of sunshine. Her mom hated it. 

She offered this out as some kind of olive branch but Eddie simply lit the joint and put his lighter away with a soft clink of metal. It’s like pulling a tooth out, she thought. 

The only other noises around them were the gentle lapping of water against the side of the dock and the quiet windchime Rick had hanging by the back door. The only light came from the torch at her side and the moonlight above which was bright and piercing. 

“I thought Nancy was taking the second watch,” he said instead. 

“I couldn’t sleep. Nancy was out cold when Robin came up and it didn’t seem fair to wake her up. Not when she’s been so nice. I don’t mind. I’d like to help.” Chrissy said quietly. “Couldn’t you sleep?”

“No,” he said. “I’ll be alright though. I’ve pulled plenty of all nighters.”

She wondered if he was having nightmares too. It was the sort of the thing that they should discuss and perhaps bond over, having experienced it together. She and Eddie were only here right now because of that one shared horrible event. 

She didn’t ask though. Neither did he. Maybe she should have. 

“You’ve smoked this before, right? At a jock party or something?” he asked. “Just so I know. I don’t want you to like black out or puke. Harrington will kill me. He seems like your delegated guard now.”

“My friend Amanda from the cheer squad bought some for us after the homecoming game last year. I tried it then. Do you know her?”

“No. I don’t know Amanda.” He said it like it was obvious. Like how she’d not known who Fred was.

She almost flinched. 

“Well…she got some. Jason and his friends do it sometimes though he lies and says he doesn’t.”

Eddie made a noise in the back of his throat at the mention of Jason.

He took a long drag from the joint and passed it over to her. The earthy smokey smell rose up between them. 

She thanked him quietly. 

Before she could lift it up to her lips though he asked, “I really don’t want to be that person who tells you what to do, but are you sure this is a good idea, Cunningham? You…you’re going through a lot. What if this makes your…visions…whatever they are…worse?”

She’d thought about it too but she could see goosebumps on her arm and it furthered her resolve. The chill helped make her feel more awake and alive and steady. She suddenly felt like she was in the exact right place. 

“Maybe it will, or maybe it won’t. Maybe it’ll help stop me thinking about them all the time. This is all crazy, Eddie. I can’t imagine some weed will make it crazier. I only want a little bit anyway.”

Eddie didn’t say anything but she could feel his eyes watching her face. 

She took a short drag and softly exhaled. She was surprised she didn’t cough. She’d coughed her lungs up the first time. 

“I don’t know which bit of the last two days is the weirder. Seeing all that last night…finding out science fiction is in fact not fiction…that Wheeler keeps guns under her bed…or you Chrissy Cunningham sitting here smoking a joint with me at Reefer Rick’s while all those guys are asleep.” He was running a hand through his messy hair and shook his head as if he couldn’t believe any of it. That was understandable. 

“Maybe all of the above?” she replied gently. She took another drag and passed it back. 

She could already feel the warmth of the joint in the tips of her fingers and the slow haze uncurling in the back of her head. She wouldn't need more than another few tokes to get buzzed. 

They sat quietly for a few moments. It wasn’t the nice comfortable silence that they’d all eaten dinner in, but more of a hush. As though the darkness around them was holding its breath and waiting for something to happen. He was clearly not in the mood to make conversation with her but at the same time struggled with the silence. That seemed to be something Eddie struggled with in general. Maybe it’s why he rambled so much? Made himself so present and big? Her successful smoking of the joint seemed to have made him forget for a second that he was trying to ignore her. 

“Glad to see you don’t chief your spliffs, Cunningham.” Chrissy must have looked completely confused because he explained. “It means hogging it. Some people weren’t taught how to share.”

“Oh. You’re welcome?”

She suddenly felt silly at her inexperience even though it wasn’t exactly her first time. She didn’t know any of the words and terms for weed, or molly, or reefer? (was that a word?). He probably thought she was a total drip. She tried to recall some of the stuff Amanda and the other girls said when they were messing around before. She remembered Stacey giggling and saying she’d tried it and said…what was the word? 

“Are we shotgunning?”

Again Eddie looked at her like she wanted to jump in the lake naked. This time pushing him in too. He actually coughed. 

“Are you…D-Do you know what that means?”

“It’s a way of smoking it with someone else…right? Sorry. Am I wrong? Stacey said she’d done it with her boyfriend.”

She’d not heard Eddie sound embarrassed before. She didn’t even know he could get embarrassed like other people. He clearly was now though. “It’s… when two people smoke together, yeah, but one person inhales and exhales into the other person’s open mouth. It means you can get high without the joint.”

Chrissy felt like she was blushing from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes. She was so glad it was dark. 

“It’s definitely definitely not what we’re doing right now, Cunningham. I think I’d know. Jesus Christ, I feel like I’m corrupting your little soul even telling you about it.”

“Oh…wow. Stacey missed that part out.” 

“Not something in Carver’s wheelhouse, I expect.”

The idea of Jason of all people doing something like that made her nearly giggle. Jason would faint if she even mentioned it. He didn’t even know she’d tried weed. “No way. He’d say something like ‘good girls don’t do that stuff, Chrissy.”

It sounded so intimate. So private. Had Eddie ever done it? Unlike Jason, she could easily imagine Eddie doing something like that. He was so alive. So vibrant. There was no way she was asking him though. 

Eddie passed her back the joint and she took another small drag. 

“Good girls do that stuff. Trust me.” 

Interesting. She didn’t know what to really say to that so instead looked at her bare feet which were curled up beside her. 

“I mean…you came to me for drugs…what two days ago? I thought it was a joke at first, the queen of Hawkins High asking little old me for weed. I was sort of expecting to get jumped when I walked into those woods, you know? But no, there you were all alone in your white sneakers and little pink backpack. It was like some bizzaro dream. And then, if you can believe it, you asked all sweet and innocent like for something stronger and got into scary Eddie’s van. Fucking crazy. Definitely not a good girl move.” 

“I didn’t even know what stronger was,” she admitted. “I just…”

“You would have taken whatever I gave you, huh?”

“Yeah…probably.”

It was an irresponsible thing to admit, she knew that. But her need to just forget and sleep and finally put an end to her nightmare visions had overridden any concerns about her safety. 

Don’t cry, Chrissy. It’s time for your suffering to be over…

“For the record…I wouldn’t have let you actually take the ketamine. I was already having second thoughts when…”

When it happened. He didn’t want to say the words and neither did she. 

The memory seemed to rise up between them and she heard him shift. 

She cleared her throat and thought about something else to say. “I smoked weed a month ago when I thought it might help me stop being so hungry all the time…I was on a crash diet trying to fit into some dress my mom bought for a church thing.”

Woah, why was she admitting this? She could hardly blame the weed. She’d only had a little. 

Maybe she just wanted to exchange one worry for another. One she could manage. 

Obviously smoking the weed hadn’t worked and she’d ended up eating so much. Cookies, chips, two whole chocolate muffins. Her mom was so mad when she found the empty packets in the bin and Chrissy never did fit into the dress. The seriously fucked up thing? She checked the label of the new dress afterwards and her mom had deliberately purchased one a size too small. 

Eddie took a long drag and sat back again. 

“Fuck sake. Seriously. They say that rock music and weed and fucking Dungeons and Dragons are responsible for creating little demon children, but that magazine you’re holding? That’s the true filth. None of the people in that magazine are real or healthy. They’re like zombies. And the stuff they advertise? Pure crap you don’t really need. Kids can go crazy trying to be like that. It’s all such bullshit. Capitalist bullshit.”

Maybe he too was exchanging one emotion for another. 

Eddie didn’t sound embarrassed anymore. He sounded really annoyed. 

Chrissy didn’t really know about what capitalism was or why Eddie felt it was so bad. She’d read about it in one of her classes (she couldn’t recall which one) and thought it was to do with the Russians maybe. Didn’t they hate capitalism and America out there? Chrissy didn’t mind asking questions in class where the teachers all liked her and she could do no wrong but Eddie seemed so certain of his views that she didn’t want to sound stupid in front of him again. Not that he’d ever say that or use that term, but he’d probably roll his eyes when he thought she couldn’t see. Though Chrissy’s average was B+ she suspected Eddie (and most people actually) presumed she was some dumb cheerleader. It came with the territory. 

And the models? Yes, she knew the models on the magazine cover were not like him or her or people she would spot on the sidewalk. She knew they probably starved themselves all the time to look like that. God, like she did really. 

But Eddie didn’t know that. How could he? 

“That crap’s bad for you, Cunningham, it’ll make you crazy trying to look that way. Only sad moronic sheep think that any of that stuff matters.”

Yeah, he wasn’t wrong. Hurt though. 

“I know it’s not real. I…” She trailed off. She didn’t know what to say. 

He seemed to. “It’s all bullshit. You…You don’t need that crap. I mean…Christ. You’re Chrissy Cunningham.” 

She flicked at the magazine weakly. “I just wanted something to read for the nightshift, Eddie.”

She could hear the gentle windchime behind her. Her hand trembled. 

Was it just her or was his tone more gentle now? Had she managed to pull him out from his anger about magazines, capitalism, and who knows what else? 

 “Don’t you read books? You know, other than for class. I’m sure Nancy or Robin have some you can borrow. Rick might have some. Dustin’s brought some fantasy stuff along too. Kid’s read The Hobbit more times than I have.”

No. That sounded like sympathy. Her dad always said that was akin to pity. 

Chrissy passed back the joint and didn’t speak for a moment. 

Instead she lifted her head to peer up at the night sky above them. The moon was so bright and the stars were shining magnificently. That’s a word they used in storybooks, right? It was hard to really appreciate their beauty where she lived in town…but out here? With no traffic or buildings or street lights? 

They God-damned twinkled at her. 

She tried to collect her thoughts. She’d come out here to share his joint, yes, but she’d also come out here to try and speak to Eddie and maybe find out why there was this…distance...between them. He’d purposefully built a wall up between them for some reason (in the woods there’d been no such wall. That had been easy. Simple. Nice). Her joining him out here on this dark patch of grass was the same as her tapping against that wall looking for weak points. If he only opened up a little and talked to her properly, she could pull out a fucking sledgehammer and break it down. She couldn’t lift it alone though. She needed his help.

(Were good girls allowed to use sledgehammers?)

“You use my full name a lot, you know? I know you do it sometimes with Dustin, though with him it’s like a joke because you like him.”

He wasn’t expecting her to say that. She could tell because he was now leaning forwards towards her. 

She went on. “You’ve even dropped Wheeler and Buckley. But with Steve you haven’t. Same as me. It’s always Cunningham or Chrissy Cunningham. You say it like…like it’s a title. A thing.”

“You are Chrissy Cunnginham,” he said. Like that’s all he needed to say. 

“So?”

“Seriously? You’re really asking me this? Look, I know it’s your name and it doesn’t matter to you in your sparkly pink bubble or whatever, but to everyone else at our damn school that name means something. It’s got weight. To those kids who get picked on, bullied, slammed against lockers. Kids like Dustin and Nancy’s brother Mike? They got it real bad last year. Real bad. You know what you mean to people like them? You’re fucking untouchable. You should have seen Dustin’s face when you patted his shoulder earlier - it was like fucking Christmas to the kid.”

She felt her heartbeat quicken. “I didn’t know about Dustin or Mike. If I’d known…”

“What? You’d help them? You’re surrounded by people who give us freaks shit every single day. Your asshole boyfriend Carver? The guy who laughed and threw you in the lake? Did you hear what he did to that kid two weeks ago? Their parents had to pick them up.”

She didn’t know. He could see she didn’t. 

“Honestly, Cunningham, I’m not trying to be a dick or attack you or anything, because you just don’t God-damn know. That’s the whole problem. You’re just this perfect pretty Barbie cheerleader who just oozes sugar and sparkles and rainbows, you know? That’s what you are. You know how many kids look after you when you walk down a hall? How many teachers fall like putty in your hands? You’ve never experienced anything like what us freaks have. It was the exact same with Harrington before he graduated though I think you’ve got him beat.” 

Chrissy felt tears come to her eyes though she tried her hardest to blink them back. He was right, she didn’t know about this. Was that an excuse though? Was not bothering to look beyond her safe bubble just as bad as those bullies?

“Steve’s a good guy…You’ve seen how he feels about the kids. About Dustin.”

“He’s alright…He’s not what I thought he’d be like.”

“You mean like mean and scary?” she quoted quietly. “You know what I think, Eddie Munson? I don’t think you have a clue.”

She’d kept her voice quiet throughout this whole conversation, never once raising it or showing any of the frustration or anxieties she was feeling deep down. How fucking scared she was. Quiet and soft. It’s how she always spoke. She was good at controlling it. 

Now though, she let a slither of that frustration shine through. It was only a tiny tiny fraction but it was there and she could tell he noticed because he dragged the joint on the grass to extinguish it and crammed it into one of the used bottles. 

“I might be some Barbie doll. I might be popular, and a cheerleader, and all those things that repulse you. I might hang around with people who are mean and nasty but now I know that I’ll change things. I might hang out with people you don’t like and act a certain way, but you know what? You’re the same as Jason. The same as those shitty bullies. You might not punch down, but you’re still punching and right now it seems like I’m your target. You hate being called a freak? You hate being put in a box just because of the things you like doing. What did you call me? A sad, moronic sheep. I’ll have you know I like being a cheerleader!” 

She’d gotten to her feet at some point and she pulled the blanket around her tighter. Eddie stood too and looked like he wanted to interrupt, but she didn’t let him. She kept talking. Soft. Measured. But there was weight to it now. 

“I’m proud of being a cheerleader and it helped us earlier when I climbed through that window.”

“Nearly risking your neck!”

“I like being in a team. I like being part of something. Just like you do with your D&D. And you know what? Screw you, I love to read books though you’ve made the assumption I don’t because I read magazines and I get grades just handed to me. My dad has an entire wall of bookcases in his office full of books on geography and art and languages. Subjects I happen to love. I’ve read them all. I’ve got my own bookcase in my bedroom where I keep my favourites. You know what my favourite book is? No. You’ve never asked. You just assume…”

“Cunningham, wait…I mean, Chrissy…”

“It’s Little Women, Eddie. My grandmother gave it to me.”

Eddie was holding out his hands like she might be calmed by it. Like she was a wild animal or a child. 

“I don’t know why I’m even justifying my life to you, but here I am because you don’t ask. You know when I started freshman year I was a member of four different clubs? Yearbook, chem club, drama, photography? I loved photography. You won’t believe how much I loved it but I had to give them up for cheerleading after I made one wrong step in a cheer routine. One mistake, but it nearly injured someone.”

“Chrissy, please.”

“I think you sound jealous, Eddie Munson.”

That made him look at her. Really look at her. He’d moved closer to her (when did that happen?) and she could feel his eyes on her shaking balled up hands, the blanket she had wrapped around her like armour, her pale pale face. 

“Jealous of Steve. Jealous of me. But you know what else? You’re a hypocrite. Because you know Steve is a good person, but you’re still treating me like an enemy.” 

“I know.”

God, his acknowledgement of the way he was acting was like a breath of fresh air. She took a deep breath of it. 

“I’m so tired, Eddie. I can’t…”

What was she even doing? What did any of this matter right now when they had demons and wizards chasing them? Why did she care that Eddie didn’t look her in the eye? What was he to her? 

She felt a wave of exhaustion drape over her like a cloak then, wrapping around her limbs like it wanted to pull her down to the floor like a dead weight. She was so tired of being scared and worried and upset. She was tired of feeling hungry all the time and smiling when she wanted to yell and shout. She was tired of being sad. She’d been sad for so long now that it was a surprise Vecna had waited this long before targeting her. She wasn’t shouting now though she had every reason to. 

She felt a yawn shudder through her body like a tidal wave. She thought (or maybe she was hallucinating again) that Eddie’s arms might have twitched just a little bit then like he wanted to…Who knew. Push her away? Hug her?

She should just leave and go back to bed. Maybe she would be able to sleep now instead of staring up at the ceiling and picturing her own death over and over. Wake up tomorrow and apologise to Eddie and blame her quiet outburst on the weed. But she didn’t. She made it worse. 

Her voice cracked. 

“I’m sorry I ran. I’m so sorry I ran away, Eddie.”

Did she imagine it or did he flinch back like she’d physically wounded him? 

Memories of Eddie shouting her name suddenly flooded her senses. His terrified voice yelling her name. Yelling Chrissy. Just Chrissy. 

Chrissy, come back! Don’t just leave! 

And she’d been so full of terror, the taste of smoke and ash still clawing at her throat. Her feet pounding on the ground. The leaves and mud on the ground when she finally fell sobbing to her knees. 

“I shouldn’t have done that. I know you were scared after what happened and I should have stayed to help you. Talked to you. Been there with you when Max and the others got there. It wasn’t fair to leave you alone to explain. You never asked for any of this and I feel so awful that I’ve dragged you into it. But please…please…don’t blame me for it now. Please don’t shut me out. I’m so sorry, Eddie.”

She didn't know what she expected from Eddie. She hadn’t planned on saying any of this to him like this. 

Help me break down the wall, Eddie, she thought. We can swing the sledgehammer down together. Talk to me. Shout at me even.  

But Eddie didn’t want to tear down the wall. Not now. He didn’t want to look her in the eyes or confide in her. And her saying sorry would not change any of that. 

Eddie let out a noise that sounded like a wounded animal and he beat his fists together. She saw in the moonlight that he was crying. He actually used one of those trembling fists to punch the wall by the back door although it must have hurt. 

He was breathing very deeply. Suddenly the peace and quiet around this little patch of grass seemed to come crashing down and she could hear it roaring in her ears. 

“I can't do this, Chrissy. I can’t. I’m holding on by a fucking thread, okay? And if you see me shake or slip up then it’ll all come tumbling down, I swear to God. You… saying sorry and how you wanted to be there for me? I know what you want from me, Chrissy, I do, I can see it written on your face in blood, but I can’t do it. I’m a coward. I’m no hero. You’re going to bring me to my fucking knees and I won’t be able to…get back up. I’m not strong enough.”

She knew she was crying too. 

“Eddie…”

“...and you’ve given yourself a fucking manicure,” he continued with a laugh that sounded so empty and dead. He turned his back to her and she could see the tightness of his shoulders, his back, his arms (she’d never noticed Eddie’s strength before but she could see it now in his bare forearms as he clenched his fists). “You shouldn’t have come out here. Go back inside and I’ll finish the watch. Take my bed. You need to get some rest.” 

She was being dismissed. Chrissy slowly walked back to the door. She glanced back but didn’t know what to say to make everything better. She’d said enough. 

“Go to sleep, Chrissy.”

She went to Steve’s room just like he told her and lay down on Eddie’s side of the bed. The sheets were cold now. 

She’d never had a panic attack before but she had one now. She smothered it into the blanket, her wrists trembling and her chest racing. 

Tick tick tick. 

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A/N: Poor Eddie and Chrissy. They're really struggling to connect and communicate. The next chapter will be the aftermath with a surprising turn of events.

Was the end super melodramatic? Hell yes. Give me that sweet sweet angst.

I see Chrissy's loves all the girls in Little Woman. She doesn't have a favourite.

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