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[dakotalun]

You Belong With Me | Eddie Munson

pairing: Modern!Eddie Munson X Fem Reader

summary: Part 2--Eddie gets a special visit...but it hurts more than it helps.

warnings: drug use, language, mentions of cheating, sad Eddie

word count: 4.2k

a/n: I've estimated about 7 or so parts to this series and I will be working on them for the next couple of weeks.

*******NOT MY GIF, CREDIT TO OWNERS*******

“Yeah I’m coming!” Eddie says from his room, getting up from his bed and pressing the butt of his blunt into the ashtray on the nightstand. He had been laying in bed, listening to Ozzy, smoking and drinking a beer after he got back from the basketball game a little while ago.

He was pissed at you for yelling at him earlier and bailing on him when it was so out of character for you to do so. But it was nice just sitting under the bleachers alone, oogling the love of his life. Another knock comes as he exits his room, “I said I’m coming-” He swings the front door open and it reveals a sad and red eyed Chrissy.

“Shit Chrissy, are- are you okay?” Eddie steps aside and allows her to enter the trailer.

“Hey Eddie. Sorry to just come over unannounced and all,” Her voice is strained but steady, as if she’s used to speaking after crying.

“No no it’s fine. What’s going on?” He walks over to the couch and sits down, Chrissy following after.

“Jason and I got into a big fight after the game tonight,” Eddie’s ears burn at the thought of Jason being a dick to such a sweet girl then return to normal after thinking about the fight he just had with you, “And I couldn’t be around him anymore so I went for a walk. I thought about things on the way then noticed that I was almost to here and decided to stop by.”

Eddie’s surprised at the words coming from her. She thought of him and decided to stop by, could this be his lucky day?

“Aw I’m sorry that sucks. What can I do to help? Do you need me to go beat him up? Cause I will, I’ll do it right now.” His tone is upbeat and happy but he means every word.

A smile creeps onto Chrissy’s face showing her perfect teeth, “No, no. Nothing like that. I was just wondering if you could, um,” She hesitates, nervous to ask the question.

Eddie puts a reassuring hand on her knee, this being the second time in 2 weeks that they’ve touched. “I’ll do anything, just say the word.” His doe eyes wide and full of truth.

“Can I get some weed or pills or something? I’ve not been in the best headspace lately and I just need something to take the edge off.”

Those were not the words he thought she would say, not in a million years. His face grows warm, nervous about selling to Hawkin’s most famous IT girl. He needs the money but he feels bad for taking it from her, she doesn’t look like she’s taken anything stronger than a baby aspirin in her life, and now she wants weed or pills.

“Are- are you sure? Have you ever smoked before?” She shakes her head, “I know I said anything but I don’t know if I can,”

“Oh,” Her head falls down, clearly disappointed at his words, “That’s okay. It was stupid for me to come here anyway. I’ll get out of your hair, let you get back to whatever you were doing.” She stands up, hands running over her short skirt, both out of nervousness and to cover her ass.

Eddie shoots up quickly not wanting her to leave, “Wait! I mean if you really want some weed then I’ll give you some but on one condition.”

Her baby blue irises meeting his dark brown ones, liek two oceans colliding, “What condition?”

“You gotta smoke it with me. Can’t have you choking to death after taking one puff incorrectly, so? We gotta deal?” He holds his hand out for her to shake, needing another form of touch with her.

“Deal.” Her tiny hand is engulfed in his, the warmth of her skin seeping into his palm.

Eddie tells Chrissy to stay in the living room while he goes and gets a joint and lighter from his room. Returning only a few seconds later he plops down on the couch, exhaling a loud sigh.

“So I’ll start it off for you then I’ll show you how to take a hit correctly,” Chrissy nods at his words.

Eddie puts the blunt into his mouth, cupping his free hand around it to shield the imaginary wind as he lights it, taking a few short puffs just to get it started for her. Once he’s satisfied with his work he pulls it from his lips and hands it to her.

Chrissy looks at it weirdly, not even knowing how to hold it. Eddie notices this and opts to just guide the butt just past her lips, her strawberry lipgloss covering the paper. She looks at him every step of the way, not wanting to do it wrong.

“Alright now all you’re gonna do is breathe in slowly,” She follows his words, taking a slow, deep breathe in, “Good. Good, now,” He pulls his fingers and the blunt away from her lips, “Hold it in for a second until you start to feel that burn in your chest, then exhale.”

She holds for a short second before falling into a coughing fit. Eddie goes to rub her back, soothing the burn he knows all too well from his past. She takes a little to regain her barings again before sitting back up and leaning into the worn out couch.

“Okay that is not as easy as you make it look,” Her voice is hoarse, which Eddie only finds attractive.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, the more you do it the less it hurts,” He takes a long hit, letting the smoke fill his lungs for far too long.

“Okay then, guess I’ll have to try again then,” Eddie just nods and takes another hit before handing it back to her. She follows his steps the same way, only this time she isn’t coughing up a lung.

“Nice job. You’re a natural.” Eddie smiles and the two of them sit there just enjoying the peace and sharing a smoke.

Once it’s down to its last little bit, Eddie puts it out and leans deep into the couch, spreading his legs wide in the process. He lays his arms over the back and looks up at the ceiling. He’s always loved doing this after a good smoke, just sitting there, staring at the ceiling and allowing his mind to wander and eventually go blank.

Chrissy is sitting beside him still, more relaxed than before which brings a smile to Eddie’s lips. The room has been quiet for a while and Chrissy has a question that she’s been meaning to ask.

“So, why do you do it?” SHe says after clearing her throat a little.

“Do what?” He doesn’t look at her, still focused on the ceiling above.

“Why do you act the way you do? Why play that game and listen to that music? You do realize it’s not normal right?” This catches his attention, he brings his head up to look at her, her eyes drifting from his face to her lap where she fiddles with her hands.

“Why are you with Jason when you know he’s sleeping with half the girls at the school?” Eddie’s feeling feisty now, not pleased with the sudden line of questioning.

“I asked you first.” Chrissy retorts back.

“I don’t know what you mean. I act the way I do because that’s who I am, and I play D&D because I find it fun and thrilling. Being normal ’s just not for me, trust me on this one sweetheart.”

“But it could be. If you tried, then you wouldn’t have everyone staring at you and calling you a freak.”

“Yeah but you forget one thing,” Eddie’s sitting up right now, hands on his knees as he gets closer to her. Her eyes are looking at him again, scanning his face quickly, almost worry in her eyes.

“What’s that?” Chrissy’s voice is small and weak, Eddie’s presence now intimidating as he gets right up in her face, a mere inch apart.

“I don’t give a damn what people think.” Chrissy is staring into his eyes now, completely locked in and focused. 

“Your turn, why Jason?” Eddie really is curious as to why she’s with him, and he know’s it can’t only be for the social status, “And don’t say because he’s captain of the laundry basket game.”

“It’s called basketball and I wasn’t going to say that. I like him because he’s sweet and kind and always does the best for others.”

Eddie can’t believe the words she just used to describe him, “Jason? Like Jason Carver, the one who bullies me relentlessly and judges people if they breathe the wrong way? That Jason?”

“Yes Eddie, that Jason.” 

“But how?”

“I know he’s not the best to be around during school but that’s just because his dad is a jackass who won’t get off his back about basketball and his grades. He’s stressed all the time and just needs a break. And when he’s with me he’s thi sweet guy who doesn’t care what others think, just wanting to be the best he possibly can be.”

Eddie looks at her, mouth wide like a fish that’s trying to get air after being pulled from the water. Never in his 20 years of life did he think that he would hear someone say those things about Jason, especially in his trailer! It felt like an out of body experience.

“Can I ask you another question?” Chrissy is looking at him, ignoring the stunned expression.

“Uh sure. But this is the last one.”

“What’s up with you and y/n?” “Nothing, why?” The hair on the back of Eddie’s neck stand up at the mention of you.

“I didn’t se her with you today at the game and I was just curious. I mean you two are always together, even Jason and I don’t spend that much time together. Guess you guys just have a good relationship.”

“Woah woah woah. Y/n and I aren’t in a relationship. She’s just a friend.”

Chrissy gives him a quizzical look, not fully believing him, “Uh huh, so you guys just carpool together and walk to classes together and eat lunch together because you’re friends?”

“Yes. We do,” Eddie sits up straighter now, feeling like he has to assert dominance in this situation.

“Okay then. I was just wondering,” Chrissy is looking directly in his eyes now, analyzing the vast space of his irises.

His eyes are cool and calm, whilst hers are wide and a little curious. Eddie’s gaze dips from hers to her lips then back up again. Her lipgloss is pretty much gone, most of it on the end of the discarded blunt. They are soft and pink, not at all chapped and worn like his.

Eddie’s feeling bold and a little angry right now. Bold from the weed and angry at you for not believing that he could have Chrissy if he wanted to, so his next moves weren’t quite thought out. So before either of them knows it his lips are on hers. Chrissy gasps into the kiss, it quickly being muffled by his mouth. She knows she should pull away, she knows she shouldn’t be kissing anyone other than Jason, especially Eddie “The Freak” Munson, but his lips taste different and the way he holds himself is in high contrast from Jason.

So she leans in a little, giving back to what Eddie is giving her. They kiss for what feels like forever to Eddie but in actuality it was only a few seconds before she pulls away.

“I-” Chrissy tries to speak but the words fall silent on her tongue before she can even get them out.

“Shit, I’ve been wanting to do that for so fucking long. It’s even better than I imagined,” Eddie has his world famous grin on, happy to have finally made a move on his dream girl. He starts to lean back in for another kiss when one of Chrissy’s small hands touch his chest, pushing him back.

“What? What’s wrong?” Eddie’s concerned now.

“It’s, um, it’s Jason. I can’t do this to him.”

“But the guy is a jerk, you can do better than him,” Eddie puts his hand over the one onhis chest, “I can treat you better than he can.”

Her eyes are still downcast, not even daring a quick glace up to his. She slips her hand out from under his, letting it fall into her lap again. “Eddie I’m sorry. Really I am, but I can’t. I love him, and he loves me.”

The words are like acid to Eddie’s ears, his face burning at the sound. His body goes numb as he falls back into the couch. Chrissy is talking but he can’t understand her, being rejected is already too much to bear.

“You should go.” His voice is cold, harsh; he barely recognizes it himself.

“Yeah, um okay.” She gets up, gethers her things then rushes out the door. The sound loudly reverberating off the walls of the tin can Eddie calls a home.

He sits there. For a good 10 minutes he just sits there, thinking. Thinking about how he just kissed his dream girl, about how her lips felt on his, how good her lipgloss tasted on his tongue, how much he wishes it could’ve lasted longer, how he hates himself to doing it in the first place.

Eddie’s been dreaming of that moment since he was in 7th grade. He hoped she would be his first, in everything; first girlfriend, first kiss, first to have sex with him-he hoped for it all. Now he’s left sitting here, rejected and cold and alone.

What makes him feel worse is that he can’t even go talk to the one person he knows would make him feel better because she’s mad at him for something she was ultimately right about. He just wishes he could take this entire day back and start over.

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All night you had been laying in bed and wracking your brain for all the possible ways to make it up to Eddie. Going through all these years of friendship the two of you share, thinking of all the things Eddie loves; weed, horror movies, milkshakes from Jay’s Diner, and the cookies you make.

You get up from your bed, the bright light of the rising sun peaking through your curtains. You could only sleep for a few hours that night, too afraid that you had ruined your best friendship. Throwing the blankets off yourself you get ready for the day, choosing comfort more than style.

An hour later you are standing in front of Eddie’s trailer, cookies and milkshakes in hand as you carry a bag of all his favorite horror movies you had just gotten from Family Video. You clock that Wayne’s truck is still outside even though he is normally on his way to work by now, but you don’t pay much attention to it as you knock on the door.

You wait for a few seconds and then are faced with the older man with salt and pepper hair.

“Hi Wayne.” You greet with a smile on your face.

“Hey honey, you here for Ed?” He moves aside to let you in.

“Yeah we uh got into a little fight last night and I wanted to check in on him. Brought milkshakes and cookies.” You hold up the items in your hand. Wayne smiles at your gesture, one Eddie would be sure to love as well.

“He’s been real upset today. Hasn’t said a word to me since I got back from work this morning, rarely comin’ outta that room a his.”

You’re confused for a minute at his words. Eddie seemed mad at you sure but to go as far as to lock himself in his room all day, that was dramatic, even gor him. The look on your face must’ve clued Wayne in on the fact that you had no clue what he was talking about.

“If ya don’t mind, may I ask what you fought about?” HE rubs the back of his neck, a thing Eddie does when he too is nervous, “Possibly get an idea as to why he’s like this.”

“Well he wanted to go to the basketball game last night but I wasn’t feeling up for it. I had tried a few times to tell him I didn’t wanna go but he’s a stubborn one,” Wayne nods his head and smiles a little, “I let my anger get to me and accidentally yelled at him, saying things I did and didn’t mean. But I didn’t think he would be that mad about it, not enough to lock himself inside for hours.”

The two of you standing there in silence, contem,plating all the other reasons for Eddie’s behavior today. The older man looks at his watch then sighs, knwoing it’s time to go to work but not wanting to leave his nephew.

“Go ahead. I’ll see if I can get to him, I’ll call you about what happened later.” Wayne gives you a reassuring smile and a squeeze on the arm before heading out the door and to his late night job.

You take a deep breath in and out, calming your nerves. You set the milkshakes into the freezer, not wanting them to melt as the two of you talked before heading down the short hallway to the metalhead’s room.

It’s rare to see Eddie’s door closed, always an open book in his own house. You knock on his door 3 times, a special order to them, signaling that it was you who was outside of it. Eddie was the one who suggested the two of you got a secret knock, being that both of your parental figures tended to just walk in unannounced and without warning.

The knock was short and sweet, something easy to remember. Eddie was the one who used it most, knocking on your window late at night to steal you away for a night drive or a smoke sesh. 

There is no response from Eddie, so you try the knock again, hoping he just didn’t hear you the thifrst time. Nothing, no response.

“Ed? You okay in there? Wayne said you haven’t left there all day.” You try and keep your voice neutral, not showing the hurt from deep inside that this might be your fault, “Look if this is about out fight last night I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I wasn’t in the right head space and I really shouldn’t’ve talked to you that way.” Still nothing, not even the shifting of sheets could be heard.

“I brought some movies and cookies. Oh and that milkshake you love so much from Jay’s.” You start to get worried now, Eddie has never been this quiet in his life, “Eddie please talk to me. I really didn’t mean to say those things about you and I take back every word. If you really, truly love Chrissy then I will support you. I just don’t want you to get hurt is all, I love you and hate seeing you like this.”

At the mention of Chrissy, Eddie’s heart constricted thinking about what happened last night. And for the first time all day, he speaks.

“It’s not your fault,” The words are soft, the sound in his voice coming out strained.

“Are you sure? I know I was harsh and I take full responsibility for your emotions and my actions. Can I come in? I kinda feel like I need to say this to your face.” You pause a moment, waiting for something, anything. Then you hear the small *click* of his door being unlocked. You open it and gasp at the sight in front of you.

Eddie is laying on his bed, blankets wrapped tightly around him as tissues surround and litter the the places around him. He was crying.

“Shit.” You say under your breath. There is soft music playing in the back ground, you recognize the song to be K. by Cigarettes After Sex. You know the song is on his sad playlist, one he rarely listened to that you knew of. So for him to be listening to it right now is startling.

“Eds?” You walk into the rom fully now, setting the cookies and movies down on the floor by the door. You take a few steps towards his bed, his back is turned to you.

“Eddie, what’s wrong?” You’re now at the edge of his bed, wanting more than anything for him to turn around and look at you. He just lays there, his breathing moving his chest up and down slowly.

“I fucked up.”

“Huh?” You weren’t even sure he said anything that’s how quietly he said it.

“I fucked up, badly.” He turns around now, showing you the aftermath of his endless crying all night. His eyes are puffy and red, tear lines stain his face as a little bit of snot if still lingering on his nose.

You’ve never, ever seen Eddie cry out of sadness before, happiness, excitement, pleasure, sure but not sadness and it worried you to your core to know who or what did this to him. You take a seat on his bed, placing a hand on his thigh, the layers of blankets stopping any sort of heat of his to tough yours.

“What happened? Why do you think you fucked up?”

“Chrissy came by last night…” That’s when your ears perked up, so this was her fault huh? “She wanted drugs but I wasn’t sure she should do them alone since I figured she’s never done them before. Being miss popular “good girl” and all.”

Eddie sits up now, clearing his throat as you just sit there, leting him talk. “I offered to sit with her and teacher her how to smoke properly as to not hurt herself, you know?” You only nod, “Well we were sitting there a few minutes just passing it back and forth, talking occasionally until she asked me a question.”

“Which was?”

“Why do you act the way you do? It seemed harmless at the time, just something that one would ask the town freak,” Your heart pangs at the name he calls himself, “I retorted with a question of my own, following in her line of questioning. Everything was good, then she looked at me. Like really looked at me and I couldn’t hold back anymore, after what you said and the way she just seemed so damn pretty even after coming here with tears staining her face. I kissed her.”

Your eyes went wide. He kissed her. Eddie kissed Chrissy. Eddie Munson and Chrissy Cunningham kissed. The “town freak” and the “cheery good girl” of Hawkins kissed. No matter what way you put it nothing changed. The boy you love, are in love with kissed someone else, someone who had a boyfriend who despised Eddie.

You’re silent, not even breathing as Eddie stares at you, “We only kissed for a few seconds but it was great, her lips were soft and sweet. I wanted to stay like that forever, I could’ve if she didn’t pull away. She told me it was wrong and she couldn’t do it, Jason being the one she loved, even though I know for a fact that he’s fucking other girls around the school.”

The words and thoughts of Eddie kissing Chrissy still heaven’t left your brain, you needed to get them out. “So that’s why you’ve been in here all day. Cause Chrissy rejected you? Not our fight?” You needed a clear answer.

“Yeah. I mean part of it was because we fought, but only a small part, most being because of the kiss.” His eyes are on his lap, where he messes with the chunky rings adorning them. You place your hand over his, stopping th nervous tick.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay. You’ll find someone else who doesn’t have a dickwad for a boyfriend and who loves you just as much as you do them and you’ll be happy. I promise,” Clearly you were talking about yourself but he didn’t need to know that. He gives you a smile and pulls you in for a hug, squeezing tightly.

“Thanks sweetheart. You always know what to say to cheer me up.”

“I’ll always be there for you Ed, you know that.” The two of you break apart, you missing the warmth of his body against yours all too much.

“Did I hear something about horror movies and milkshakes?” You laugh at his change in conversation.

“Yes you did. I went to Jay’s earlier to get your favorite, which I still don’t get ow you can drink a birthday cake milkshake but I still bought it.” You stand from his bed, extending your hand out to im, “Let’s get you out of here, watch some movies and eat a shit ton of unhealthy foods.”

Eddie takes your hand without even taking a second thought, letting you lull him to his couch in the other room. The two of you sit there for the rest of the night, watching movies, eating cookies and drinking milkshakes. Everything was back to normal, almost.

Your heart still beat for Eddie but you knew now that you couldn’t do anything to pursue it, knowing it would only confuse and hurt him more. So for now you would stay an arm's length away, letting him pull you in whatever direction he wanted, a smile plastered to your face the entire way.

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[somethingvicked]

When Love and Hate Collide

Eddie Munson song-fic.

Song lyrics belong to the band Def Leppard!

warnings: female reader, cruel Eddie, angst!

Eddie walked out of his trailer, seeing you sitting on your own porch in the opposite lot with your boombox beside you, listening to your music. Usually your music taste was similar to his, but when you were in a low mood you always went for power ballads. He used to teased you about that but right now he felt like someone had punched him when he saw you refusing to look in his direction, writing in your notebook, silently lip-syncing to the song.

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind Instead of slamming down the phone, girl For the hundredth time

He had tried calling you, reasoning with you, begging your forgiveness but it was plain to see that this time you've had enough.

I got your number on my wall But I ain't gonna make that call When divided we stand, baby United we fall

You two had been best friends forever. Your parents had rented the trailer in the lot opposite his and Wayne's when you were barely four years old and you had hit it off immediately.

He couldn't say when those feelings had developed into love. Maybe when your parents had sent you to camp the whole summer and you hadn't seen each other for two months? Maybe it was when Gareth Heath had commented on how you had come back from summer camp with a 'rack of lamb'? Maybe it was when you said that you had a small crush on Patrick Swayze and he got furious because Swayze was a pretty boy, nothing like him and he wanted you to think of only him.

Yet, he never acted on those feelings, despite the hints you dropped. He was scared that if it didn't work out he would lose you forever. That was his worst nightmare. He'd rather stay just friends then.

Got the time, got a chance, gonna make it Got my hands on your heart, gonna take it All I know I can't fight this flame

It was plain to see that it hurt you. Especially when he got drunk and flirted with other girls - maybe just to see how jealous you got, to ensure him you still loved him and only him - or when he sold weed to cheerleaders and they flirted with him, wearing their short skirts and scratching his arm with their painted nails to get a reduced price.

You never did anything of the sort. You were in love with Eddie and wanted no one else. Good thing you didn't because he might have punched the guy you showed the slighest bit of interest in.

It was only because Patrick Swayze was a hundred miles away in Hollywood - and too old for you - that Eddie hadn't killed him.

Not really, but still.

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you, baby Time after time

But last night at the Hideout when some skank (your words, not his) had all but draped herself over him and he had done nothing to prevent it, despite talking to you merely seconds before, you had slammed down your glass on the bar counter top and walked out.

He had pushed the girl off of him and raced after you wondering what was wrong and you had turned around, looking at him with such hatred in your eyes that he had to take a step back. Your voice was colder than ice when you said: "I'm done. Done, Munson (not Eddie. Munson.). You've been hurting me for years. Friends don't do that. And since you claim that's the only thing we are, then I say it's a shitty friendship and I'm better off without it. We're done. Don't call me. Don't visit. Don't talk to me. Never again."

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you Can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

He had been struck by surprise, then paralyzing fear before he shook himself out of it. You couldn't mean it... right? No, you were just angry. You would get over it and understand he didn't mean anything by it. You always did.

He had cursed himself a million times over for not going after you when you walked off. He had gone back inside, thinking a little distance would make you cool down.

It was merely hours later that he realized what a mistake he had made.

When he got home he had tried calling you, but you didn't answer. When your parents answered the phone they didn't even bother lying to him - they said you didn't want to talk to him and that was that.

He went over to your place the next day but you didn't come to the door. He knew you were home because once again your mom refused to lie to him, she simply said that you didn't want to see him and that he had to respect your choice.

When Monday rolled around you took the bus to school from the trailer park. You hadn't done that in years, always riding with him in his van. In school you avoided him like the plague, sitting with Robin instead of the Hellfire table. When the guys heard what had happened they all looked at him as if he had killed someone. Or rather, killed you.

I don't wanna fight no more I don't know what we're fighting for When we treat each other, baby Like an act of war

Now he didn't know what to do. It was like someone had reached into his chest and cut his heart out. He had tried saying sorry, even put letters underneath your door, saying he would do better. You still didn't talk to him.

Deep inside he hoped you would again, that you would realize that you missed him, just like he missed you. But for every day that passed he slowly realized that whatever feelings you had for him, he had fucked up one time too many and the pan of the scale had tipped over.

I could tell a million lies And it would come as no surprise When the truth is like a stranger Hits you right between the eyes

"You got to make this right," Wayne said when Eddie all but cried for help. "You obviously don't see her as a friend. Not to mention you hurt her so many times - trying to have your cake and eat it too! That's such a cruel thing to do, Eddie! I've not raised you to act like that! So tell her how you feel. For real. And you better spend the rest of your time making it up to her!"

There's a time and a place and a reason And I know I got a love to believe in All I know Got to win this time

So that same night he showed up on your porch with his acoustic guitar, strumming out the tones to the song you had played just the other day. Not caring whether your parents heard him or even called the cops on him.

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you Can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

You could have a change of heart If you would only change your mind 'Cause I'm crazy 'bout you, baby Crazy, crazy

You opened the door, meeting his gaze for the first time in days.

"I... I love you, sweetheart," Eddie whispered. "I'm so sorry. So sorry for how I behaved. Please... please give me a chance to make this right. I can't live without you."

You shook your head. "I'm so goddamn angry at you, Eddie Munson. But... I love you too I thought it would be easier, living without you. It's not! I miss you so much!"

Eddie smiled and ran up to her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, both of them crying.

"But I'm telling you now - I'll castrate you if you ever hurt me again!" Y/N whispered and Eddie chuckled.

"I'll hand you the knife, baby."

"Don't bother - I'll use a spoon."

Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby Do you have a heart of stone? Without you, one night alone Is like a year without you, baby If you have a heart at all Without you I can't stop the hurt inside When love and hate collide

(please, like, comment and reblog!

Your likes are wonderful, but reblogs expand my reading circle!)

#eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x best friend reader #eddie munson angst #with a happy ending #joseph quinn #stranger things #Spotify

[david-talks-sw]

I got a good feeling about "The Acolyte"

Not even kidding. Like, I've spoken before about why I'm wary of it.

George Lucas' Star Wars is something that intentionally has black and white morality, rather than shades of gray. Those movies are meant for kids and projecting a "gray" morality onto them then proclaiming it was George's vision all along is doing so in bad faith.

The narrative of the Prequels doesn't frame the Prequel Jedi in as negative a light as Leslye Headland, Dave Filoni, etc etc do.

See here for more details, but bottom line: yeah, a show that has a darksider as the underdog is bound to demonize the Jedi (who are the actual underdogs in the Prequels), and obviously that rubs me the wrong way.

BUT.

The trailer looks fucking cool. It really really does.

And more importantly? I've done some research... and Leslye Headland is ticking a lot of good boxes, in my book.

1. The Acolyte won't be a 10-hour movie.

I've criticized Disney Plus shows before, explaining that a big source for most of their issues is that these series are being structured as "long movies" rather than, y'know, actual shows.

But in this interview with Collider, Headland addresses that: it'll be a series. Not a long movie that you need to watch across four weeks.

Thank God. You have no idea how much that comforts me. Finally a showrunner who's, y'know, actually running a show.

And this goes hand in hand with what she told IGN, here, about how she's going about building suspense.

Yes! Exactly! That's how it's supposed to be!

Like, compare this to Baylan Skoll's storyline in Ahsoka.

In no possible way was that emotionally-fulfilling. For 8 episodes we had no idea what he was after, and the season ended where we still don't know. What does he want? What is he after? Your guess is as good as mine, it's something Mortis-related.

So yeah. Maybe getting the Emmy-nominated trained screenwriter on board to run this was a good idea.

2. Maybe the Jedi will not be as demonized as I originally thought.

Don't get me wrong. 80% of what she says about the Jedi makes me cringe. It's the typical fan's interpretation and y'all know I disagree with that interpretation.

It's painful to see her refer to the Jedi as an institution (not how the Prequels' narrative frames them) and to see her frame "Balance" in the "oh there's so many of them and just two Sith, that means the Force is out of balance" meaning... but at least she acknowledges the Jedi are a benevolent institution.

They're not an "elitist force hiding in their ivory tower" as others have described the Jedi.

Moreover, there'll be a variety of Jedi POVs, many personalities.

Yord Fandar, is described as a strictly by-the-book Jedi Knight and guardian from the Jedi Temple, is an overachiever and a rule follower.

The question now becomes: will the narrative frame him as "your typical Jedi" or is it just this one guy? I'm hoping it's the latter.

I also like how her reasoning goes re: Jedi drawing their lightsabers.

Which explains the hand-to-hand combat seen in the trailer.

This teenager is coming at Carrie-Ann Moss with a dagger, of course the Jedi won't draw her saber.

3. She's a fan of Star Wars... but a screenwriter first.

You can tell in the interviews she's a fan. She's using words like "BBY" and "EU" casually. In the above-linked interviews she's bringing up the Nightsisters, Timothy Zahn, The Clone Wars, she mentions she has a tattoo of Ralph McQuarrie's concept art of Leia, the High Republic books, etc.

She's done her homework. She's a fan.

But the vibe I'm getting from these interviews is that she's weaving in these various lore-elements in a more organic way, rather than in the "fan-servicey" way Dave Filoni has been doing in his shows.

The references and Easter Eggs will be there, but the narrative won't bend over itself just so you can get it. Crafting a good story comes first, and Andor is a beautiful illustration of why this is true.

Which is why I was never bothered about one of the writers never having watched Star Wars before getting the job. You need those fresh eyes when you're tackling something of this scale.

That makes sense to me. Maybe it's because of my own screenwriting experience, but yeah. That out-of-the box perspective is precious.

And like, obviously, that writer watched the films eventually, but for some reason everyone who bitched about Headland omitted that detail and opted for a more bad faith interpretation.

Hm. Wonder why.

Maybe it's the same reason that months ago this clipped audio circulated socials without context, in which she debates whether Star Wars only came from George Lucas and only Lucas is the key.

The FULL context of that interview reveals that she's actually:

debating the "autheur director" myth and positing that it was achieved by a collective of excellent filmmakers and craftspeople that George was skilled and smart enough to recruit...

the studios now think it's a simple as hiring one guy and throwing money at him, because they have no idea what the fuck they're talking about. See Napoleon (2023) for example.

Yes, she also does a jab to the Prequels, which speaks to the generation of fans she's a part of... but overall she's giving Lucas props whilst also stating an ideological difference, that's it!

George is a proponent of the "autheur" theory, Leslye isn't.

However, guess what, in like half the talks George gave post-selling Star Wars? He's giving shoutouts to everyone who helped make the first film, even remembering their names.

So I'm not even sure he'd vehemently disagree with Leslye, in fact they'd prolly have a conversation about it and immediately bitch about how stupid studio executives are :D

But that's not as incendiary, is it? Again, the more I do the research, the more it feels like the reason most of these influencers are hating on her is purely sexist.

I mean, on IGN she's even acknowledging that she does plan on taking stock of fan reactions for Season 2.

It's not a guarantee that she'll incorporate the feedback, but at least that's more consideration than, say, JJ Abrams or Rian Johnson gave the fandom.

She's even bringing the moral ambiguity that the Gray Jedi-loving edge-lords love so much.

"No, she's a woke feminist! Anything she does is evil! Eww, girls!"

🙄

Needless to say... I'm gonna give it a shot.

I think it's gonna be a good show, I think it's gonna be a solid story.

I'm crossing my fingers that they won't as biased against the Jedi as it seems they'll be. Even if they are... if it's still an enjoyable experience, I'll gloss over it.

As @gffa states in this post:

Worst case? It's not a story from George. I can dismiss it from my headcanon without a moment's hesitation :D

#the acolyte #jedi order #star wars #leslye headland #george lucas #Youtube #discussion

[katyawriteswhump]

the power of love (new steve whump/steddie/stobin fic)

Alternate ending S4: Steve has a habit of surviving near death experiences then getting sick for no reason. And Eddie and those fatal bat bites? After an impossible feat of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation from Steve, he’s mysteriously fixed. So, Eddie’s back to being banished, this time with Steve and Robin in tow. Eddie’s healing, but Steve isn’t… and life gets even more confusing, when Eddie develops feelings for Steve, which aren’t entirely unrequited.

Inspired by a prompt from the awesome @stevie-crow Mainly Steve and Eddie POV, but the prologue is Robin, as she’s central in this too.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

(also on AO3 here and as part of my steve whump fic series)

Prologue—Robin POV 

“He’s gone!” In front of the trailer, Dustin sobs, cradling Eddie’s body in his arms. “He fought like Gandalf the White then sacrificed himself like Gandalf the Grey. He was the g-greatest hero—now he’s gone.”

“No. No way.” Steve rushes to Dustin, crouches beside him. “I know CPR. I got this.”

“What?” Dustin sounds more distraught than ever, tears dripping from his nose, spattering onto all that blood. Eddie’s blood. “Steve, what’s wrong with you? He’s. Gone.”

And Robin?

She stands there like a goose. Watching as the nightmare unfolds further, beneath that evil red-lightning-cracked sky. Not only, after all they’d done, is Vecna NOT apparently dead.

Eddie blatantly IS.

Tears blur Robin’s eyes. Dustin rocks Eddie’s lifeless body to the rhythms of his sobs. Nancy Wheeler—self-contained to the point of creepiness—stands beside her, stock still. Staring. Possibly trembling, though not as bad as Robin.

Steve, however, is still in the denial phase. 

He’s gotten Dustin by the shoulders, jostling him away from Eddie. Physically dragging Dustin, then steering him toward Robin. Steve lays Eddie down flat, leans close over Eddie’s face, scrutinising for signs of life.

“Steve, you can’t help him.” Nancy sounds broken enough, reaching out. Not quite daring to touch Steve. “We’ve gotta get out of here. Let’s go.”

Robin kind of agrees with her. No way is she gonna back her up against Steve, though.

He brushes Nancy off anyhow. “I already brought two people back when I was lifeguarding. Neither were breathing. One’s heart was stopped.”

Nancy shakes her head. “The odds of even that are—”

“Christ, gimme space, Nance.”

Steve starts to administer CPR. Robin clings tight to Dustin, who clings back. She wants to close her eyes and deny any of this is happening, though… One miracle has already happened today, right?

That said, from what she’s gleaned from Dustin’s broken descriptions, Eddie’s sacrifice could’ve been the cause of said miracle. Ergo, it was not that miraculous. And possibly, all in vain. Either way, watching Steve work is killing her. He puffs into Eddie’s bloody mouth, then methodically crunches—possibly breaking—his poor ribs.

“Steve, enough!” says Nancy.

“No. I can do this.”

He squeezes Eddie’s nose, blows again into Eddie’s limp form.

“Steve, we—” Nancy gasps. Staggers back. Robin’s heart gives an actual jump.

“Eddie!” Dustin buries his fingers under his stupid little Ewok hood—was he supposed to look like an Ewok? She’s gotten no clue anymore—and throws himself forward, colliding heavily with Steve.

Robin’s witnessing her first undoubted miracle of the day.

Eddie’s eyes are open. He’s choking and spluttering blood and he’s... alive. Steve enfolds arms around him and raises him a little, tugging his collar, helping him breathe.

“I gotcha, Munson. You’re okay. You’re gonna be okay. We’re gonna get you out of here.”

The next few minutes pass in the blur. Eddie vomits out a ton of blood, which makes Robin gag too, so that’s fun. Then, shakily, with Steve’s help, Eddie rises to his feet. He’s a ghastly, greenish-white and looks… like somebody who’s just died. Which is fair enough. 

He’s still not said a word. Which is not very Eddie.

“Are we sure,” Robin whispers to Nancy, “whether Steve has actually revived Eddie or if he’s been possessed by some twisted ghoul from the Upside Down?”

Nancy replies with an exasperated glare. Steve, meanwhile, hooks Eddie’s arm over his shoulder and makes for the trailer, face set with a grim determination. Robin helps Dustin, who’s limping badly.

They struggle back through the ceiling. Back out of the Upside Down, and through the place where Chrissy was mangled to death.

“It’s astonishing I’ve not been barfing constantly the past few days,” murmurs Robin to Dustin.

Dustin sniffs, rubs his pink eyes.

They’ve just exited the trailer back home, when that earthquake shit hits the fan again. A massive, fiery fissure swallows the trailer whole.

...

Chapter 1

Eddie POV

He figures he must be in shock.

He has no clue how he got where he is—sitting on a posh couch, in some open plan fancy-pants living room. His eyes are wide open, have been for some time, yet only now is he actually beginning to really see anything, to take stuff in.

Robin is staring at him, like… 

…like I just died or something!?!

Some decidedly disturbing memories trickle back. 

Oh. Shit.

She jabs at him with an antiseptic wipe, which she’s trying to smear up and under his distressingly blood-drenched Hellfire club t-shirt. The wipe is cold and stings like a bitch.

“Uuuuh, Robin?” His throat is raw, his voice wrecked. 

“Eddie!” She springs up off the couch.

“What the heck is going on?”

 “It is you, right? You’re not possessed, or—”

“Noooo. I believe it’s lil’ old me. I… I’m goddamn confused and have a distinct memory of… choking on my own blood.” Explains the gritty gunk lining his mouth and his throat, the disgusting taste. “And then… then…” 

He’s pretty damn sure he passed.

When he tries to remember that part… Nope, his brain don’t wanna, so he’s not gonna. He sure as hell recollects the not-entirely-unpleasant memory of Steve Harrington’s mouth plastered over his, marred by yet more gargling with blood, then…

“Okay, I’m gonna take on trust you’re you.” Robin doesn’t sound convinced. “So… Henderson was adamant you were dead, but then… Uh, you weren’t. Awesome as Steve is at CPR, let's assume you never really were, or that death happens differently in the Upside Down, or you weren’t as badly hurt as it seemed, or something along those lines, because… Uh, not like I’ve looked everywhere, as I think we’ve all been violated enough today, but…” She facepalms, reddening beneath her freckles. “Sorry��� prattling.  As I said, I’ve not checked you everywhere, but… Eddie, you don’t even seem that badly munched.”

“Oh,” says Eddie. “Cool?”

Robin gives him a glass of water, and he takes a sip. Wipes his mouth on a table napkin lying close then takes a glug. God, he’s never been so parched.

She settles opposite him, on another plush couch. “Does it hurt?”

Eddie puts down the empty glass and performs a brief body scan. Sticks his hand up his shirt, which comes back predictably bloody, but it’s gritty, dry blood. His wounds have pretty much knitted up. “No. Well, it’s kinda itchy. Um, Where the heck are we? This place isn’t yours.”

“No. It’s Steve’s.”

“You’re kidding?” Eddie’s voice comes out embarrassingly high pitched. “His parents see me, they’ll call the cops and—”

“Chill. His parents are out of town. They’re literally never here.”

“Where’s Steve?”

“He’s… um… He said he fancied a swim. Go figure. Hey, you hungry?”

“Maybe some cereal,” mumbles Eddie, which is bullshit, because he’s not hungry. However, he’s starting to shiver, and he’s verging on losing his shit, and… he needs something to feel normal. He might as well try chewing cereal, because right now, he’s chewing his nails like he’s back in third grade.

I died. I goddamn died. 

The glory of the Master of Puppets is way more of a distant dream than his recollections of being caught at the heart of that be-fanged whirlwind of death. That’s crystal-frickin’-clear. Those flapping fiends ripping into him, his defences faltering, his knees buckling… choking… drowning… the searing pain… and Dustin’s tears. 

Crap, Dustin!

“There you go.” Robin dumps the packet on Eddie’s lap, a bowl and milk on a nearby glass table. “They only have the boring overpriced brands.”

Eddie stares stupidly at the packet. “Dustin… Is he okay?”

“Yeah. I mean, he’s shaken. I guess we all are. Wheeler took him to get his ankle looked at. He’s… thrilled you made it. He thought you were a goner.”

Yeah. I was. I really, really was.

“Robin, how the heck am I here?”

Her mouth opens. Snaps it closed again.

The sliding doors open, and Steve steps in. Momentarily, the undiluted horror of Eddie’s recent existence evaporates. Steve looks mighty fine, dripping wet, his modesty preserved by a small-ish towel around his waist. There are scars around his throat, fresh ones piled upon the old, though really, nothing that spoils that super-hot torso…

…until he lifts the hand he’s clasped on his side, where the bats had gotten him when they went through Lover’s Lake. It’s soaked in blood. The white towel tucked beneath is slowly turning pink.

“Oh my God!” Robin launches at him, as he staggers forward, swaying slightly. “Why the hell did you think getting your wounds wet would help, dingus? There’s literally no logic there.”

“Jesus, it didn’t make anything worse. Swimming always… uh… clears my head.” She grabs him and steers him toward the seating area.

They’re almost there, when the whites of Steve’s eyes flash up. He crumples limply against Robin, who squeaks at the sudden weight, and slings him toward Eddie’s couch to break his fall.

...

Part 2

Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17

Also now on AO3

#steve harrington whump #steddie #steddie fic #platonic stobin #stobin #stranger things fanfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #steve harrington hurt/comfort #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson lives #current wip

[littledemondani]

Eddie x reader coming home after their wedding reception, drunk and giggling like little kids, he is trying to lift her up but they keep falling over, giggling louder and shushing each other. 🥺

this idea is so cute 🥺

“eddie! i can walk!”

“no! no! no! it’s called bridal style for a reason, and correct me if i’m wrong, but you, m’lady, are my bride,” eddie giggles with a goofy grin, booping your nose as he gazes at you.

“okay, fine! just don’t drop me,” you warn him, though your tone is teasing in nature.

he not so gracefully attempts to lift you up, but the bottom of your dress is caught underneath his shoe, causing him to stumble a bit before bracing his arm out on the wall to keep from colliding into it.

“eddie!” you laugh loudly.

“shit! sorry! i’m good! we’re good!”

he pushes off of the wall and steadies himself before he takes another step forward.

“see, babe? i got th—,” he bumps into one of the chairs at the little table next to the kitchen, and, once, again, loses his balance.

you burst into a heap of laughs.

“at this rate, one of us will end up in the hospital before we ever make it to the bedroom,” you giggle, wiggling your brows as eddie shakes his head at you.

“shhhh…i can’t help it. you’re distracting me with your beauty,” he teases.

“mhm, yup, that’s totally it,” you say through chuckles.

he kicks the chair back into place and continues the journey towards the room. there were a few more mishaps along the way, resulting in the two of you laughing and giggling and playfully chiding that everyone in the entire trailer park could hear.

“oh, sweetheart, our laughter will be the least of their concerns,” he says as he finally enters the room and gently tosses you on the bed.

“is that right, mr. munson?” you quirk a brow, shuffling back against the mattress to make room for him.

“most definitely, mrs. munson.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction

[futbol16]

Those Three Letters • Alexia Putellas

Not sure how good this turned out to be, but I hope you like it. Enjoy!

Request: "In the trailer of Alexias documentary they say that Alexia turned off her phone after the injury. Can you write a story about reader and Alexia thats set during that time. Eventually reader is able to get a hold of Alexia maybe showing up to her appartement. Taking care of Alexia, making sure that she and Nala are okay, updating Alexias family and taking her to her apointments. Reader being her shoulder to cry on and pick Alexia up get a bit of faith back into her and being able to convince Alexia that she can be a great capitana from the sidelines also."

Part 2 You Can

Word count: 1,6k

Finishing up the late training session, you slipped on your sneakers and a hoodie and waved bye to the girls in the locker room.

As you walk down the hallway you fish your phone out from your right pocket, looking up at the last second before almost colliding with a body. You smile up at your captain.

“Gonna go talk to your girl?” Leah smiles down at you sweetly.

“Yeah, yeah. Schedules have been busy so I’m hoping to catch her.” you lightly blush at the thought of your girlfriend.

“Well good luck with that Y/N/N!”

“Thank you, goodnight Leah!” you wave her goodbye, your thumb already searching through your contacts before pressing on one.

You hold the phone to your ear as you walk to your room with a soft smile, but frown when no one picks up. You knew Alexia was off from training as well by now and the two of you had planned on talking tonight.

You call again, and again, and when she doesn’t pick up again, and again, you start to get worried. Tossing your phone onto your bed you decide to get ready for the evening instead, hoping that she’d at least message you to tell you what was up. 

Your phone goes off suddenly, the ringtone breaking you out of your staring contest with yourself in the mirror. Your toothbrush is hanging out of your mouth as you race for your phone,  answering it with a confused face when you realize it’s Mapi calling.

“Hey Mapi, what’s up?”

“Y/N, hola, hey, hi so something happened and Ale isn’t okay and I don’t know what to do and I need your help!” she rushes out and you go to calm her down before your ears perk up.

“Ale’s in trouble?” you ask almost breathlessly.

The most intense part of the Euro’s was barely in a week, everyone was excited for it and you knew Alexia had been waiting for this. To hear that something might not allow her to play…you feared the worst.

“What is it, María, what happened?”

“ACL” God, those three letters that you feared so much, one of the most dreaded injuries, especially in women’s football. That never meant anything good, this was serious.

“Y/N, I need you to come down here. I don’t know what’s going on with her, she hasn’t been answering any of us in the past two days. We were only told now what happened to her.”

That made sense, you had the first Match of the Euro’s yesterday and although the two of you would always wish each other good luck, you didn’t dwell on the absence of a message from her for too long. You knew the both of you were very busy people and she’d try to catch up later.

But now as you stand in the middle of the room, eyes wide, breath still and your toothpaste almost dripping down your chin you realize just how stupid that excuse sounded.

Ending the call with Mapi, you get yourself to look presentable before racing down to Sarina’s office.

Once you reach the door, you hastily knock on the wood until you’re let in.

“Hey coach, sorry, I really need to talk to you.” you tell her all that you knew and she eventually agrees to let you go, though with a warning that you wouldn’t play the full 90 minutes against Norway since you’d be missing a few training days.

By the time you get to the airport it’s already 8pm, you’d land in Barcelona at around midnight.

You keep Mapi updated and although you had told her you could take a taxi, she insisted on picking up her best friend from the airport.

When Mapi’s car rolls up in front of Alexia’s apartment it is well into the night, but knowing the Barcelona captain she was still going to be up no matter how tired she was after the day of her surgery.

You hated that you hadn’t been there for her when she had to go through such a thing, but you knew she needed you now more than ever and you were going to be there no matter what, even if it meant maybe missing the match against Norway.

You let yourself into her apartment, it’s dark but you can make out the silhouette of Nala before she jumps into your arms. You give her a little love before getting her something to eat, you weren’t sure how well Alexia had been taking care of herself and her dog right now.

As you walk further into the home you let your backpack - the only thing you had brought onto the plane with you - slide down your shoulder and land next to the wall of the living room.

That’s when you spot her, the warm color of the lamp lighting up the side of her face as she’s slumped over on the couch, her leg propped up. You note the deep frown she has, the creases in her forehead and the fact that she hadn’t noticed someone entering her apartment. It all worried you even more.

You move in front of her and squat down to be on her level before you place a careful hand to the side of her face. Cupping her cheek you turn her head towards you and wait for her eyes to focus on you, the deep glare slowly vanishing as she stares into your eyes.

“Alexia, bebé.” you whisper out as your thumb slowly strokes over her cheek bone. That’s all it takes for her as she breaks, a painful sob leaving her lips. You pull her into you, mindful of her leg and hold her close as she cries into your neck.

You fight back your own tears, ultimately failing, and repeatedly kiss her shoulder as you mutter words of comfort into her ear. She settles eventually and pulls back from you, though she doesn’t go far, desperate to still be close to you. 

“I wanted to play so bad.” 

“I know, I know, love. “ you say as you wipe away the few tears rolling down her cheek. “It won’t be long Ale, you’re strong, you know this. And I’ll be here, yeah? We’ll do it together.” you tell her honestly, kissing her cheek when she gives you a tiny smile. 

“Gracias, mi amor. Gracias, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” she pulls you in again and you hug her back tightly. You help her get ready for the night, gently washing the day off her body and holding her close when she breaks down again.

You kiss her injured knee gently and tuck her into bed. It’s the early hours of the morning when you manage to get her to sleep and you slowly slip out from under the covers. You watch as she cuddles into your pillow and you move her hair out of her face before making your way out the bedroom door.

Eli is the first person you call, Alexia’s mom, and she immediately picks up the phone despite the sun barely being up. You fill her in on the news and promise her to take care of her daughter as you ask her to come around for the next day.

Alexia would need her family close to her, especially once you’d have to go back to England for the Euro’s. 

You take her to her appointments during the next few days and help out her family who have come around Alexia’s place everyday. It’s four days later that you pack your bag again, knowing you’d have to get on the earliest flight possible.

You’re about to walk to Alexia’s room when her sister pulls you aside and into a hug. You hug back the younger brunette fiercely, knowing that her sister’s injury and mood had been hard on her emotionally as well.

“She’s gonna need you more than us, you know.” she whispers to you.

“What?” you pull back from the hug, confused as to what she meant.

“My sister, she’s going to need you more than anyone Y/N.” you’re about to shake your head at her words but she interrupts you. “You’re her person, she’ll want you by her side, more than me or Mama.”

“I’ll do my best to be there for her.” you nod at Alba.

“You already have.” she answers you with a smile before kissing your cheek and nudging you towards her sister’s bedroom.

Walking through the doorway Alexia is sitting on the edge of her bed, looking up at you with big eyes. You cup her cheeks, her arms circling around your waist as she rests her chin on your stomach.

“I have to go amor.” you tell her quietly, hating that you had to leave her when she was hurt, but you knew you had to get back to England if you wanted to play in the tournament.

“Sí, mi amor. I know.” she lets out a sigh. Her arms slowly reach up and she tugs you down to her level, pulling you into a kiss.

You kiss her back softly, your thumb stroking her jaw as she holds you impossibly close.

“I’ll be back, love, and you’ll be back on that football pitch sooner than you think.” You tell her, confident in her rehab and her strength.

"And until then you’ll be the best Capitana for the team, even if it’s from the stands.” She nods at you, giving you a gentle smile and kissing you one last time before you’d have to leave for the airport.

You knew this would be a hard and long journey for her, but Alexia also knew that with you by her side she could do this.

You and her, together.

#alexia putellas imagine #alexia putellas x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso one shot #futbol16

[muertawrites]

Damsel in Destruction (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Jason and one of his cult members attack you and Eddie as you escape from the Upside Down. You show him just how fed up with his shit you are. (Takes place after the scene where Eddie absolutely destroys it on his guitar. I’m taking creative liberties as to the context of that scene but I have a feeling I’m right.) 

Word Count: 2k 

Warnings: blood, mentions of bullying / physical abuse, harsh language, some slightly anti-religious phrasing

Author’s Note: y’all i’m on the verge of a total mental break. i got my heart ripped to pieces by someone i really cared about and probably could have loved, lost my job without warning because everyone i worked with was a backstabbing cunt, and lost a fundamental human right at the hands of my government. all in less than three months. so this is actually an eddie munson x me fic bc i want to express how totally unhinged i feel and still have someone love me for it. or honestly just to have someone love me period would be nice. i’m losing my fucking mind y’all. i’m gonna go drink myself into a stupor and apply for jobs i no longer feel passionate about and pray for a quick and painless death ✌

“Let's go. We gotta get back."

Eddie's rough, firm grip seized around your bicep and hauled you up off the forest floor, your own hand latching around his arm and clutching him as you stumbled upon standing. Your part of the work was done - Eddie had effectively shattered Vecna's ability to possess minds with the killer shredding of his guitar. Now you just had to meet up with the others without getting caught by the police, an angry mob, or the swarm of demabats and other horrendous beasts that Vecna had set loose upon the living world. Easy.

You jogged through the woods behind Eddie's trailer, hand clasped within his as you traversed roots and rocks and your own shaking legs. He pulled you along, almost ripping your arm out of its socket for his hurry; when you cried out, he slowed and wrapped an arm around you, pressing you into his side.

"Sorry," he murmured. "I'm worried about the kids."

You grinned, squeezing his waist.

"They're okay," you assured him. "They do this all the time."

You walked like that for another mile, tucked under Eddie's arm with his hand rubbing apologetic circles into your shoulder. Eventually, specks of light began to emerge on the horizon, poking through the trees - you were almost to Hawkins High.

Then something heavy collided with the back of your head, knocking you off your feet in a dizzy, blacked out haze.

"Get her," commanded a familiar, chilling voice from somewhere beyond your now blurred vision. "I'll control the animal."

"Don't fucking touch her," you heard Eddie snarl.

His words were followed by the sound of skin hitting skin, bone on bone. Something metal clattering to the ground. Shuffling, bodies struggling against each other, insults and slurs thrown back and forth. More blows.

A hand seized the nape of your neck, using the collar of your denim jacket to force you onto your feet. Your sight came back to you, head clearing enough to realize that the back of your skull was throbbing, and a leather-clad arm was wrapped around your throat. It wore the sleeve of a letterman jacket.

At least the angry mob was smaller than you expected it to be.

You started to thrash. Your hands flew to the arm at your neck, pulling and scratching, while your body slammed back forcefully into the chest of the boy holding you.

"Let go of me!" you shrieked, enraged. To your glee, he struggled to keep his grip on you.

"Shut her up," Jason ordered. "I'll deal with her next."

He stood several feet away, leaned menacingly over the trunk of a tree. Eddie's throat was crushed under his forearm, blood pouring from his nose and a gash in his eyebrow, his guitar shattered at his feet.

"Like hell you will," you muttered.

At your neck, your captor's sleeve had raised just enough to expose a length of skin; you bit down with all your might, teeth sinking in until you tasted blood. The boy howled in pain and flung you to the ground, spitting the words "crazy bitch" through his tears. You rolled, coming to a stop on your side.

Something was lodged beneath you. It stabbed into your hip, up the length of your torso, its pointed end poking your ribs. You reached underneath you, wrapping your fingers around it and finding it cold to the touch.

A crowbar. The same one that had probably knocked you out.

"What the fuck happened?" Jason shouted.

His crony didn't get a chance to respond. You sprung to your feet, swinging the blunt end of the crowbar into the boy's gut, doubling him over; you then slammed it down onto the back of his neck, effectively incapacitating him. He toppled with a groan, and you raised your eyes to find Jason turned around, staring at you in shock and ire. Eddie lay slumped against the base of the tree, stunned.

"Just fuck off, Jason," you warned. "You don't want to find out what your medicine tastes like."

He laughed, a condescending smile spreading across his waxen face.

"You're gonna hit me with that thing?" he teased. "I'm bigger than you, sweetheart. Don't get yourself hurt."

"Go ahead and hurt me," you retorted. "You'll just prove that you're the monster. Not Eddie."

He scowled, showing his teeth and contorting his mundanely handsome features into an ugly position. Your grip on the crowbar tightened.

"He's possessed by Satan!" Jason bellowed. "I am doing God's work by casting him from this community! From this earth! You... You little whore. Jezibel! You'll rot in hell. Both of you will!"

Fire rose in your chest, the seething burn of a hatred rooted so deep within you that it could never be removed. Jason had hurt you beyond repair; he'd brought you to tears with his words, mortified you in front of your peers, touched you like he owned you, made you believe in the self-loathing he'd inflicted on you every day since you were children. You still could feel his breath on your neck, his hand up your shirt, his laughter when you couldn't control your tears. All of it was horrifying; a nightmare you couldn't wake up from, a monster you couldn't escape because it had made itself a home your mind.

But none of it compared to the fury he sparked in hurting someone you loved.

You took a step forward, murder in your eyes.

"I am so. Fucking. Sick-"

You swung the crowbar at him; he dodged backward.

"-of your stuck up-"

Another swing; another dodge.

"-psychopathic-"

You swung again. He stumbled.

"-bullshit!"

You had him up against a tree, cornering him so he had nowhere to go. You seethed, knuckles white around the handle of the crowbar, shoulders heaving with your ragged breaths. He stared at you with wide, terrified eyes.

"Are you scared, Jason?" you taunted. "Nobody's ever fought back against you? Have they?"

You lunged, cackling when he flinched.

"I always knew you were a coward. Scaring the shit out of other people because you, yourself, are afraid. And of what? People who don't think, or act, or look like you? People who won't bend to your will? People who can see through all the weights you lift and punches you throw? People you can't control? Everyone knows that's why you hate Eddie so much. Because he never gave a single fuck what you or anyone else thought of him, and no amount of threats could make him fear you. And then you go and pull the oldest, slimiest white man trick in the good book and hide behind your religion; use it as an excuse to hurt the people who see you for exactly what you are. To the extent that you're willing to ruin their lives, even take them with your own disgusting hands. You are nothing but a sad, sniveling little roach, who's never known true friendship or respect in his life. It almost makes me feel bad for you."

You grinned maliciously, blood trickling between your teeth and dribbling down your chin. Jason visibly quivered when he realized it wasn't yours, but the boy's you had bit.

"Almost."

You thrust the crowbar upward under Jason's jaw, savoring the sickening, satisfying crunch of bone. Another swing, sent forward with every muscle in your body, and you cracked his nose, his skin splitting open and spurting blood down the front of his shirt. He let out an anguished sob, the sweetest noise you'd ever heard.

"Look at that!" your joyous holler echoed through the trees. "You can't even take a fucking hit."

You swung again, the sharp edge of the crowbar slashing open his cheek. He was thrown off balance; you brought the crowbar hard into his knees, not caring what damage you inflicted. As he crumpled, you beat him in the back, sending him down harder. He rolled over, crying out in agony, and you dipped the sharp end of the bar under his chin, tilting his head up to look at you; your booted foot pressed mercilessly into his chest, threatening to snap ribs.

"If you touch me, or anyone I care about ever again, it'll be me who destroys you. Not the wrath of your false god."

Jason whimpered in response. You spat in his face - one final blow - before dropping the crowbar and rushing back to Eddie, all of your rage forgotten at the sight of him bludgeoned and bleeding.

"Eddie..." you cooed, falling on your knees in front of him. "Oh, Eddie, your face..."

He silenced you by grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you, pressing you close with a ferocity you'd never witnessed in him beyond a D and D campaign. You closed your eyes and melted into him, opening your mouth so you could feel his tongue against your teeth. He tasted of blood; you snapped back to reality and pushed him away, concerned again for his well-being.

"Dude, that was the sexiest thing I've ever seen," Eddie gushed. His face was absolutely caked with blood, his teeth beaming white through black streaks as he grinned. "You were so fucking unhinged... Will you go out with me sometime?"

You chuckled, the sound leaving your chest in little more than a breath.

"Eddie, you're bleeding profusely," you reminded him. "And I think we're both concussed."

You removed the bandana from around his head, refastening it over his brow so it soaked up the blood and helped stop the bleeding. His knuckles were also split open from the force of punching Jason square in the jaw, so you covered them with a strip of fabric torn from the hem of your dress. He gazed at you dreamily, taking your hand in his once the makeshift bandage was adhered.

"You know I'm in love with you, right?" he confessed.

Your eyes met his reluctantly, heart jolting in your chest at hearing the words you've always wanted him to say.

"Ever since I met you, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you," he continued. "I think you're amazing. And you just saved my fucking life. You're the most fucking incredible person I've ever known and if I'm not buried beside you I'll die twice."

You laughed at his dramatics, one of the many things you adored about him. His hand raised to your face, his thumb swiping the blood from your chin. The way he looked at you was like slipping into a warm pool - safe, comfortable, freeing. If someone as dark and cynical as Eddie Munson could trust someone enough to love them openly, you knew you could bring yourself to do the same - and he was the one who deserved your love most.

"We can pick out headstones once we make it out of this," you promised him. "But right now, we've gotta get you to the school. You need stitches and a good cleaning up."

Eddie obliged, allowing you to ease him off the ground and drape his arm across your shoulders, leaning some of his weight on you. As you plodded your way across the school's parking lot, he stopped, turning to face you.

"Kiss me again," he pleaded.

"I would love nothing more," you told him, "but we have to get you inside."

"Please, baby, just kiss me again."

The pet name made you shiver, a lightheadedness overcoming you that had nothing to do with blunt force trauma.

"If we die tonight, I wanna die thinking about what it's like to kiss you."

You scoffed, the sound playful as a drunken smile curled across your face.

"We're not gonna die," you stated. "At least not if you just let me get you some fucking first aid."

"God, I love you..."

Eddie leaned in and kissed you again, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in close to him. You held him tightly as you molded your lips to his, swearing in defiance of Heaven itself that you would never let him go.

#muerta's works #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you

[strangerquinns]

Deadly Reunion | Chapter 8

Eddie Munson x female!reader // a stranger things apocalypse au

summary: You and Eddie have been best friends since childhood. But when the outbreak happened five years ago, you were torn from one another in the chaos. but now you’re left alone, after your group was killed by another radical crew, leaving you to seek out what was once home. // zombie apocalypse Hawkins set in 1993

warnings: angst + adult themes w/ descriptions of violence, blood, torture + other zombie apocalypse related issues

word count: 2.5K+

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You walked beside Eddie as he led you toward the back part of the camps compound. There was a part of you that didn’t fully believe that you were finally here. Finally, back with Eddie. It was like your brain hadn’t fully caught up. Or you were dreaming, and you were still off in the middle of nowhere, nowhere near Hawkins.

But if this was a dream, you wanted to hold onto it as tightly as you could.

Eddie led you toward the far back corner of the compound where the noise slowly faded away. You suddenly felt secluded and like the eyes of strangers were finally off you.

Eddie even noticed how you seemed more relaxed.

Three trailers were tucked away at the back corner all  fanned out slightly from one another. A firepit sat toward the middle with sawed down tree stumps and fold out chairs. Sitting in one of the chairs was a face you hadn’t seen in a long time. Even with the years passed he look the same. His sandy blonde hair long and pulled back away from his face. He seemed more focused on the fire in front of him than anything else. Till the sounds of both you and Eddie approaching caught his attention.

Gareth’s head popped up and his brown eyes met with yours almost instantly. His face quickly changed with shock, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open for a moment before he nearly erupted from his chair. The fold out chair collapsed where it once stood as Gareth came chasing toward you.

“Holy fuckin’ shit, girl!” He screamed with a laugh before soon his body collided with yours.

A small scream of happiness came from you as his arms wrapped around your frame and pulled you in tightly. Your feet were lifted from the ground as Gareth spun you around. Eddie stepped back and watched as the two of you erupted into face splitting smiles and laughs.

“Oh my god,” Gareth spoke, setting you down and stepping back to grab each side of your face. “You’re really here!”

“I’m really here!” You laughed, your cheeks starting to hurt from the force of your smile.

“I thought Eddie was hallucinating when he said that he found you out on a run.” Gareth spoke, his face still split with a smile. “Was waiting for you to finally show up.”

“Got out of the little place that had me in today. I wanted to see you the moment Eddie said you had made it back here with him.”

Gareth nodded his head, smile still on his face, but slightly dropped. “Yeah, well, just me and Ed…well, and now you.” He reached up and scratched as his jaw, “Want a beer?”

“God, please.” You spoke with eagerness, following behind both Eddie and Gareth as they walked toward the small makeshift firepit between the trailers. “How’d you get beer? Sure, it would all be flat and gross by now.”

“Oh, it is,” Gareth spoke, pausing for a moment, “But you get used to it I guess. Try not to drink the good stuff too often.”

“This this is an occasion where we can crack open the good stuff?” Eddie spoke with a cocked brow, and a small smirk on his lips.

Gareth paused for a moment and looked between two friends. It always amazed you how Eddie and Gareth seem to always have a secret way to communicate with one another. It just took one look and the other knew what they were saying. Gareth let out a small laugh before nodding his head and heading toward the trailer to the left, opening the door quickly, before coming back out. A glass bottle tight in his grasp with the label warn off and faded from the sun.

“We may or may not raid some of the liquor stores when on runs to the towns surrounding Hawkins.” Eddie spoke, taking a seat in the folding chair, his long legs outstretched out in front of him. His tall and lean frame seemed to make the chair seem smaller the moment he sat down.

Gareth walked over and handed a glass to Eddie, pouring some of the amber liquid, before he walked toward you. There was a twinkle in his eyes that seemed to brighten his face up for a moment. You couldn’t stop yourself from feeling happier the longer you looked at Gareth. It reminded you of the old times, before everything was ruined.

“Sorry, doll, not gonna be cold.” Gareth spoke, handing you a small glass. Closer inspection  saw it was an old jam jar cleaned out to be a cup. “Don’t exactly have ice around, ya know?”

“No complaint here,” You spoke, taking a small sniff of the liquid and cringing slightly. Whiskey. It was never really your friend, but you weren’t going to deny it either.

You took a small drink and felt a cringe move through your body as the liquor moved down your throat with a burn. A cough came from you as you forced it down, across from you, someone let out a laugh. It wasn’t hard to realize it was Eddie. You looked up and glared toward him.

“Good to know somethings don’t change.” Eddie spoke, still laughing as he brought the glass to his lips.

Your glaring hardened slightly which only caused Gareth to let out a light laugh. “Oh, god, this is bringing up some memories.”

“Not like I had whiskey on me while trying to live day to day.” You spoke, blanching as you took another drink. “Last camp I was in didn’t really…allow drinking.”

Gareth’s eyebrows shot up slightly, “Feel like that one of the few ways we can deal with this fucked world.”

You shrugged your shoulder, “Not saying we didn’t sneak it at times.”

“Ed didn’t give much detail on where you’d been all this time,” Gareth sighed, relaxing, and sinking more into his seat. “Was a little shocked to not see you still here when we finally got back.”

“Yeah, uh…” You cleared your throat a little, “We went south, you know…mom worked in the hospital, so she had a feeling before it all went down. Didn’t get far, most were stuck in Tennessee, were on our way back up actually…before…uh our camp got raided.”

“Shit,” Gareth cursed low beneath his breath, “Sorry to hear that.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “We all lost someone, seems to sadly be a part of this new life.”

“You’d think the Flayed would be the biggest thing to fear now-a-days. But some fucking people out here are worst.”

You nodded your head and chuggd down the last of your drink, Eddie quickly reaching over to fill it once again.

“That is something I can heavily agree with,” You spoke, your eyes focused on the inside of your glass.

You grumbled low, slightly under your breath, but both men were able to hear you. Eddie shot a look toward Gareth as he opened his mouth, most likely to ask a question. But with the hard glare in Eddie’s eyes, Gareth closed his mouth quickly. There was a tension that fell over all of you for a moment.

“Enough of the glum,” Eddie spoke quickly, “Think we have enough of that going on. Let’s change the subject.”

“He tell you how much of a little cry baby he was in LA?” Gareth spoke with a smirk.

“I was not a fuckin’ crybaby,” Eddie spoke defensively.

“Mmmm, if Jeff and Sarah were here, they’d agree with me.” Gareth shook his head before looking toward you with a smirk, “All cause his bestie wasn’t with us, he was a sourpuss.”

“What can I say, I was the better best friend,” You smirked. For as long as you could remember, you and Gareth had a small competition over who was Eddie’s real ‘best friend’. This only caused Gareth to glare his eyes at you and Eddie to laugh out again.

“That is a lie and you know it,” Gareth defended

“Eddie? Wanna put your two senses in?” You smirked.

Eddie shook his head quickly, causing his dark curls to dance around his shoulders. “You know I love it when you fight over me.”

“Ugh, please, we are not here to inflate your already enormous ego.” You scoffed with false offense.

“Excuse me?” Eddie fiend offense.

“I will agree with you on that one, huge fuckin’ ego on this one,” Gareth spoke pointing to Eddie, “You’d think the end of the world would humble him.”

“That would be expecting way too much,” You giggled.

“I’m sitting right here!” Eddie shouted, which only caused you and Gareth to laugh harder.

It didn’t take long for the three of you to slip into old habits as you conversed and continued to pour one glass after another. Memories flowed through the tree of you quickly that only brought a stronger happiness to stick with you. Seeing the banter between Gareth and Eddie had you sitting in your chair giggling with the warmth of the whiskey in your stomach. As night fell over the camp, a chill moved through you, which quickly caught Eddie’s attention.

“Getting cold?” He spoke, “Shit, I’ll get some wood for a fire.”

“I’ll help.” You spoke, moving to stand, but Eddie was faster. He placed a hand on your shoulder to have you sink back down.

“You keep that ass in that chair, I’ve got it.” Eddie spoke, before looking over his shoulder to Gareth, “I’m gonna go get wood. Keep an eye on her?”

“I’m not a child,” You pouted.

That only caused Eddie to chuckle before he left toward the opposite side of the camp. You shivered again for a moment as you sunk deeper into your chair, a third glass of whiskey in your hand.

“He missed you; you know.” Gareth spoke suddenly, causing you to look at him. “He won’t really say it or show it. But Eddie was scared…up till the day he came running back saying he finally found you.”

“I would’ve come back here eventually, just took me some time.” You sad with a sadness in your voice.

Gareth’s brows pulled together slightly, “And no one blames you for that. I mean, we were in LA when it all went down. If he wasn’t the one waiting it would’ve been you.”

“He told me about Jeff,” You whispered with a sadness to your tone. “I’m sorry.”

Gareth’s lips pressed together as he slowly nodded his head, “Thanks. Sarah of course took it the hardest. Those two were still together and everything, took Eddie holding her back so she wouldn’t jump into the hoard to save him.”

“Fuck,” You whispered softly.

“I think that’s why it was so easy for them to get together, ya know?” Gareth continued before taking another drink of his glass.

“What?” You questioned, feeling a knot form in your stomach.

“Didn’t he tell you?” Gareth questioned “He and Sarah…they were together up until a few weeks ago…well, till she died.” Your eyes widened and Gareth took your silence as a sign to continue. “It didn’t happen right away, but when he came back and saw you weren’t here…well…it just seemed to happen suddenly. They turned to one another for comfort.”

Eddie and Sarah, Sarah and Eddie. Your two best friends. The ones that you loved and trusted the most over most. A part of you couldn’t blame them. How were they to know? Jeff had died, you were presumed dead. But a larger part of you felt betrayed. And by someone you couldn’t express that anger to. Sarah was the only one to know how much Eddie meant to you. How much he was your person and that you loved deeply. It was Sarah that held you in high school whenever Eddie seemed to fawn over Chrissy Cunningham too much – she knew how your heart broke with each word. It was Sarah that tried to encourage you to concur your fears and finally tell Eddie that you were in love with him. Eddie, to your knowledge, might not’ve known your feelings.

But Sarah did.

“I’m gonna be sick,” You whispered, nearly dropping your glass, as you felt your stomach twist with nauseous.

“Woah, you gonna barf, dude?” Gareth spoke, moving to stand up as you stumbled slightly.

“I-I gotta go…” You whispered and finally caught your footing before moving away from Gareth and the small seating circle.

As you made your way away from him Gareth called after you, moving through the space to give chance. But with each call your name, you ignored him. But with your slightly drunk state you couldn’t get far or move fast. Also, you didn’t know your way around the camp. But a new voice joined in calling after you, a deeper voice that sent a chill up your spine.

“Woah, sweetheart,” Eddie spoke, catching up to you.

But the feel of his touch felt like fire against your skin, as you ripped it away from his touch. You stumbled back from the momentum and turned to face him. His face was washed with shock as he saw the anger in your eyes. Eddie rose his hands up in surrender as he looked down at you.

“W-Where are you going?” He asked, the clear confusion on his face.

“Away from here,” You spoke with a hard edge to your tone, you went to walk away from him again. But the anger bubbling within you won, causing you to turn back to him. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Sarah wasn’t here for you to lash out yet, so Eddie was gonna have to do.

“What?” He asked, his brows pulling together tighter.

“Did you think I wasn’t gonna find out?” You sneered. “About you and Sarah?”

Eddie felt his heart drop into his stomach, dark brown eyes widening. “W-What?”

“Gareth told me, how the two of you found comfort in the other. Did you think I wasn’t gonna find out and that’s why you didn’t tell me?” You asked, Eddie whispered your name softly and moved to take a step toward you. You moved two back away from him. “Don’t…”

Eddie hesitated for a moment, a flash of hurt quickly coming across his face. “I-I…I was gonna tell you. I just didn’t know how.”

“Just simply fuckin’ tell me!” You shouted “Why lie? Why keep it from me!?

Eddie closed his eyes and moved to rub his hand over his face, groaning deeply, before turning back to you. “It’s not that simple.”

“You told me she died pretty simply! Why not say you were fuckin’ her too?”

Eddie flinched back from your harsh words, and you felt wrong for a small moment. But it passed just as quickly as it came.

“I can’t believe this,” You shook your head, whispering mostly to yourself.

You turned away from him and started back toward the building that was lit softly against the nights sky. But a soft, almost whimpering, call of your name stopped you once more.

“Where are you going?” Eddie couldn’t help this sudden fear that you were leaving, and he wasn’t gonna see you again. It was like a fist clenched tight around his heart as he stared at the back of you.

You stopped, hesitated for a moment, before speaking without looking at him.

“Anywhere away from you.”

And then he stood and watched you walk away.

Ok, ok, left on a small angsty cliffhanger...kinda. I wouldn't drag out reader from finding out about Sarah and Eddie for long. The next part is gonna be a little tense with the Flayed coming back into play. Little tension cause reader is hurt and pissed. Rightfully so? What are your thoughts?

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[annymaght]

Now that I've been given the green light I'll be annoying

I've seen a lot of people be on the fence about weather the other campers will show up in chaos theory or not and I don't know if I'm delusional but like I can't imagine the show being just ben and darius and the others showing up for an episode or two and then disappearing. After all, based on that trailer, all of them are in danger so it makes sense for them to stick together and try to solve this mystery.

Speaking of mysteries I agree, ben's car does look like the mystery van from scooby doo

There is actually a lot of evidence out there to suggest the other campers are coming back, so I shall break down everything I know...

Two different articles by Collider say:

"-the leader of the group, now has to reunite with his old pals-" "The "Nublar Six" themselves are also in grave danger-" "-Jurassic World: Chaos Theory will follow Darius and his fellow Isla Nublar campers as adults-"

The Portuguese dubbed version of the trailer, thanks @nineratsinatrenchcoat for spotting this, has Ben say, "We need to find Yaz and Kenji", which could mean that they are the first campers to be picked up by Ben and Darius.

The trailer itself has a lot of overlapping scenes, and seem to take place at similar times. My guess is that the trailer is just showcasing the first 2/3 episodes of the season (before they start to pick up the other campers).

The trailer opens with us seeing all the campers as their younger selves, and I can only think that they did this because all the campers are returning.

Raini Rodriguez, Sammy's VA, has been liking Chaos Theory related content on Instagram for a while now, which could suggest her reappearance.

From what we've seen in the trailers, and the articles' suggestive wording and the general consensus of where they plan to take this story, it seems guaranteed that the other campers will return, and not just as cameos, but as prominent characters, even if it takes till the end of the season for them to all reunite again.

I think we will see all the campers separate from each other first in their own mini story before they are picked up by Ben and Darius as the articles suggest that we will see them adjusting to their own new lives.

#Hope this helps make ur mind up about the other campers potential appearences #and please keep asking questions this is so fun #camp cretaceous #jwcc #jurassic world chaos theory #chaos theory #jurassic world camp cretaceous #jwct #darius bowman #ben pincus #kenji bowman #yasmina fadoula #sammy gutierrez #Brooklynn

[keerysquinn]

Eddie x reader “feeling for each other in the dark” 🥹

You’d been looking forward to date night with Eddie all week. It was storming pretty heavily to the point where neither of you really wanted to go out, but that wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying yourselves. You’d rented a few horror movies, and you planned on spending the evening wrapped up in your boyfriend’s arms. Wayne was at work for the evening, so you had the trailer to yourselves. It was going to be the perfect night.

You’d been sent to Eddie’s room to change into one of his t-shirts and a pair of his pajama pants so you’d be more comfortable, and he was working on getting your movie snacks ready. Just as you were about to head back into the living room, a flash of lightning illuminated the room before you were plunged into complete darkness. You could hear your boyfriend cursing from the other room as you fumbled around for the door handle.

“You okay out there?” you called as you exited the bedroom.

“Just fine,” Eddie replied. “The storm must have knocked out the power.”

“Got a flashlight?”

“If we do, I’ll never find one in the dark. Think you can make your way over to me?”

“Why don’t you come to me?” you suggested. “It’s not like we can watch a movie now anyway, so we could cuddle in your room instead.”

“My girlfriend, who currently looks oh so very sexy, thinks all we’re going to do is cuddle if I get her into my bed? Absolutely delusional.”

“You can’t even see me right now,” you said with a laugh. “How could you possibly know I look sexy?”

“I don’t need to see you to know that there’s nothing more beautiful than you wearing one of my Metallica tees.”

“It’s a Black Sabbath one actually.”

“Even better.”

You were thankful for the darkness in that moment because it hid the blush that you were certain was visible on your cheeks.

“Get over here then.”

You held your arms out trying to feel for him so you could pull him towards you the moment you touched him. You’d both had the same idea because you felt his hands before anything else. As soon as he felt you, he moved forward to circle his arms around your waist, and he walked you backwards into his room until the backs of your legs collided with his bed. He pushed you down onto the bed and followed to lay down next to you. He was on you in an instant, and as he started kissing you, you thought that maybe date night hadn’t been ruined after all.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader drabbles #my writing

[tomatoland]

In another story, I could see Mew being a support character. The character that the show would establish as the perfect boyfriend/friend, put on a pedestal and then never give much characterization. You would only see him through the lens of other characters he interacts with: Top's sweet perfect boyfriend that is a foil to Boston, Boston's frenemy or Ray's close friend and secret crush. So the fact that Mew is such a central part of the story is very telling and is a deliberate story-telling choice.

From the first series introduction, Mew is always pictured in the center, with all the other cast members around him.

At the start of the story, Mew is like the eye of the storm. I'm not saying that it's Mew's world and they're all just living in it, because that's NOT what the eye is. The eye is the center because as the storm starts to pick up speed, a vortex of rain and wind appears and right in the center is the eye.

The eye is not where it is most chaotic and turbulent, it's actually the calmest part of the storm. The sun shines, the skies clear and winds are calm in the eye.

I think is a pretty good metaphor for the shelter/bubble Mew was in before the story starts as the Table Keeper. The rest of the friend group and their chaotic and loud personalities circle out from him, doing what they want and he stays literally, in the center of the bar at their table.

Then Top enters Mew's life and he starts to interact with this force 😉 outside of his bubble.

And we watch him slowly be impacted by the rest of the storm aka other characters' actions, but he's not aware yet. Because although the eye might appear to be safe and calm, it's a false sense of safety because just beyond what you can see, there is an invisible barrier of chaos.

As Top & Boston's actions gain speed, they will exert more force on him, pulling him further and further out of the safe zone of the eye and eventually the storm will collide right into Mew.

It really seems like the story is going to show us the loss of Mew's innocence. The show has mentioned multiple times that Mew is a virgin. Virginity is often associated with "innocence," which is a crock, but I digress. The end of innocence also happens when we grow up and transition from child to adult. When we leave the safety of the world we know, safety being the operative word, and are exposed to other worldviews different from our own.

Of all the characters, Mew is the most innocent in terms of life experiences. I know there's some debate on where he's been in the bubble by his own choice or not, but it doesn't change the fact that Mew has been in the center, the seemingly safe eye of the storm and now is going out into the world.

As of right now, three of the characters are on action paths that will collide into Mew.

Top is Mew's first boyfriend and from the trailer, we can presume that Mew does lose his virginity to Top & falls in love with him only to find out Top has been keeping secrets from him.

Mew thinks Boston is his close friend, someone he trusts and is in his nuclear friend circle, but is in for a rude awakening when he finds out that Boston in actuality is his frenemy and not only going after Top, but sabotaging Mew's own relationship with Top by talking in his ear and manipulating Ray as well.

And at some point from the trailer, we know that Ray is also going to hit rock bottom and Mew is going to be there for him. Ray is extremely distraught in that scene, those are soul sobs.

Not to out my own life experiences, but I've only ever seen people cry like that when they're in withdrawal, there's been a death, or they’re facing jailtime. Yes, it definitely could be heartbreak, but it would have to tremendous like the disillusionment of your whole life kind of thing.

All of these are significant life-altering events and mature situations that Mew will face and have to navigate through.

And they are all in the storm brewing and waiting to collide into Mew.

#only friends the series #only friends series #only friends mew #topmew #ofts analysis

[strwbywrites]

long live (eddie munson)

a/n: this is heavily based on the taylor swift song. i am indeed a swiftie and i thought the song fit the vibe. (and castles crumbling but it makes me wanna scream and cry) def not excessively proofread. pls enjoy though i tried a different direction than typical songfics :) (also i might start using gifs more so the post isn't bald, gif isn't mine btw i use google image search o7)

summary: eddie's gf plays the prom venue with an original that makes him fall even more in love with her. (probably ooc but its cute so i'll die on my hill of soft content)

wc: 3.1k (woah)

Prom season, April 1986. Prom season was perhaps one of the most important seasons of a teenage girl’s life. Every junior and senior in Hawkins, Indiana was scrambling to find the perfect date, the perfect flowers, and the perfect dress. And every seller of any trade was making sure to get into the prom market to make that profit.

Eddie wasn’t someone too concerned about the idea of prom. Sure, it happened and there was usually some hot gossip that hit the school the weeks before and after the event, but it wasn’t on the top of the priority list. After all, this is his second senior year. He never had an urge to go to the ones before and didn’t have the urge to go to this one now. He’d much rather spend his Saturday evening playing tabletop with his club, practicing with his band, or hanging out with his girlfriend.

His girlfriend, God he loved his girlfriend. Eddie swore that whatever higher force was out there made her special for him. They were so similar yet any difference they had was even more complimentary. They both supported each other non-stop and made time for each other during the busy senior year. Shit, thanks to (Y/n) he was accelerating his path to officially graduating. But that time was quickly approaching and although he couldn’t go immediately into college, (Y/n) swore up and down that she would be there for him no matter what.

Of course, Eddie’s perspective on prom immediately changed when (Y/n) came barreling into the trailer with a letter in hand and the largest smile he’s seen on her in ages. He loved her smile.

“Eddie, you won’t believe what I got in the mail!” (Y/n) exclaimed with excitement, almost colliding with his chest. She was an unstoppable force, and him, an immovable object.

“Mmm, you got accepted into Harvard?” Eddie asks with a chuckle. “I’m teasing you sweetheart, what is the news that you are so excited to share that you have to break my ribs in the process?”

“SO! The prom committee reached out to me and my band, right?” She started, the joy never once faltering from her voice. “They want us to play at prom! We get in free of charge and our dates get fifty percent off!”

Eddie made a sound of bewilderment and excitement for his girlfriend, immediately going to wrap his arms around her to hug, lift, and spin her all in one fluid movement. “Incredible! I expect nothing less from my dearest, my one and only star.” He smiled and gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

Once (Y/n) was let go by Eddie’s embrace, she started her little victory lap around the trailer. Her unbridled joy filled the entire living room and pierced Eddie right in the heart. The way her eyes lit up as she celebrated.

Although a small earwig in his head tried to feed him jealous thoughts, ones of anger for not being selected as part of the Hawkins High School entertainment, he shook them away. No jealousy nor anger would ever come out of someone else’s happiness. Now the real challenge was finding whatever formal wear he had left and making sure it was appropriate to make his girls’ dream come true.

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When (Y/n) got the letter from the Hawkins High School Prom Committee, she was over the moon excited. Letting her other members that they were so on for the occasion and to get prepared. Of course, at the next practice, they were learning more mainstream covers to appeal to the greater audience, but that wasn’t going to stop them from sneaking in an original. The committee was only allowed to give them an hour-long slot due to budgeting and because they knew those students wanted to enjoy the night too.

“I have a quick question.” (Y/n) spoke up during a break during their practice session, “How do you guys feel about Long Live?” she asked somewhat nervously. That song was one of her passion projects, something she really poured her heart and soul into.

“I think it's phenomenal.” Kat smiled as she answered honestly. “I can tell you worked hard on it, and you know where you want to go with it. And you’re also not a total bitch to either me or Bianca when it doesn’t sound like you expected.”

“You just want to perform it for your man.” Bianca giggled and teased (Y/n), tapping her gently yet playfully on the arm. “It’s beautiful.”

“I hope I tell both of you how much I appreciate you.” (Y/n) smiled brightly, pulling the two in for a one-armed hug for each. All 3 girls agreed that if they had even the smallest hint of an original song, they would share it and attempt to work on it. “There are still some missing pieces, but we have time. It’s almost done.”

Kat stood up and looked her dead in the eye, a stern yet loving look on her face. “You better not doubt yourself, because good god you are one of the most talented songwriters I have ever met.”

(Y/n) beamed with appreciation and pride. She was told before that she was a good writer, by her bandmates, mother, and Eddie. But sometimes that feeling hits different when it comes after achieving something huge. It was settled, (Y/n)’s hard worked love ballad was to be played on the night of prom.

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At the next Hellfire meeting, (Y/n) sat in her corner with her notebook. She never played the tabletop game herself, but it doesn’t mean she enjoyed the chatter of the boys at the table.

“Oh, go screw yourself! I totally had a good window to roll for stealth!” Dustin exclaimed to Mike.

“You take forever to decide what to do, and Eddie was already counting down before the hobgoblin would kill us all!” Mike retorted in defense.

“So immediately charging him straight on would’ve been the best tactic?” Jeff defends Dustin from Eddie’s left side.

The boys continued bickering until Eddie put a stop to it, continuing with part seven of their multi-part campaign. Although it was noisy, (Y/n) didn’t mind. It was a heartwarming kind of noise. A noise of joy, regardless of who rolled what. She stayed in her little corner, occasionally piping up with a joke towards whoever was the victim. Her thoughts, however, were focused on her notebook. The book she used to write down lyrics and ideas.

“You’re really enamored with that little book there, sweetheart.” Eddie teased her lightly, smiling at her.

“None of your business, dearest.” She responded with a chuckle. (Y/n) took her pen and jotted down a quick 'a band of thieves in ripped up jeans' and her eyes met Eddie’s gaze. “I’m serious. Let me plot and scheme in peace.”

“There shall be no peace for you as long as I live and breathe as your boyfriend.” Eddie quickly retorted, going back to the campaign that he worked tirelessly on.

“Evidently.” She giggled, also going back to the notebook she paid most of her attention to.

Nobody really complained about (Y/n)’s presence in the corner of the club room. Although it was at first off putting to have someone just watching them the entire time, they were soon warmed up after the first few weeks of her bringing snacks. Sometimes she’d even help them with how to proceed. She wasn’t a player at all, but at least she was familiar and respected their time and when they would go over. Essentially adopting a motherly role to the younger kids and being a damn good influence and person to the rest of them.

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The countdown to prom officially hit its 14-day mark. In 2 weeks time, every junior and senior would be lining up to get inside a stuffy gym to dance and try to spike some punch. (Y/n) already had her dress picked out. Something she could maneuver in. A sparkling purple ensemble that hugged her chest yet flowed out in a subtle manner. She never told Eddie what the dress looked like, only that he should get a purple tie to match. Lighter colors weren’t really his thing, neither was prom, yet he still searched the shops far and wide for the perfect color.

(Y/n) sat in a corner of Eddie’s bedroom on the floor, toying with chords on her guitar, humming the melody to her hardworking self-written song. She had sort of a blank stare on her face as she kept playing the same chord progression repeatedly.

“What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Eddie pipes up and sits across from her on the same floor.

She shook out of her trance and looked at her boyfriend. Sighing softly, she sets the guitar against the wall. “I feel like I’m stuck.” Her voice came out soft against the din of the air conditioning.

Eddie crawled over to her, his pocket chains jingling together. His arms enveloped her on the floor as he held her tightly in an embrace, her side to his chest as he moved his legs to either side of her body. His body slowly started rocking out of habit, allowing the two to sway subtly yet soothingly. “You know, babe, you are the most amazing, fantastic girl in the world. Beautiful, strong, a fuckin’ genius.” He whispered his compliment after he planted a kiss on the shell of her ear.

The kiss sent a quick shiver down her spine. “Well right now I feel dumb.” She huffed, “This stupid prom thing is stressing me out.”

“Screw the prom right now. You need to rest. Stress is just going to make you feel worse about it.” He spoke as he cradled her head to his chest, moving backwards to lay down. “I want you to be proud of where you are, and I want you to actually enjoy the night.”

The two of them laid on the floor, (Y/n) stared at the ceiling as Eddie stared right at her. This position allowed her to relieve the tension that she was holding in her body. “Why do you have to be right?” She spoke sarcastically.

“I want the very best for my very best.” His lips placed another peck on her head.

A comfortable silence reached the couple. The only noise ever heard within the room being the echo of the air conditioning. At some point, (Y/n)’s eyes closed as she fell into a light slumber. Once this was noticed by Eddie, he gently picked her up and set her in the bed while lying next to her. Covering the two with blankets, he shut his eyes and fell into his own rhythm of sleep.

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 “It’s a meeting day and the yearbook crew needs photos for the yearbook soon.” (Y/n) told the entirety of Hellfire before they started. “It’s why I had Eddie get you guys here early.”

“And because she is way more organized and actually has a camera to take the pictures with.” Eddie chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, planting a kiss on her cheek.

The boys nodded in understanding. Since they were already in their Hellfire “team” shirts, it wasn’t too hard to plan. The setup was simple, a white backdrop pinned to the wall while they stood in front of it with various poses. Several group pictures and several individual headshots for the boys. Headshots including a smile and a smolder from each member. Some of the photos included were also some staged “action” shots of Eddie standing at the head of the table with the boys surrounded to stand over as if they were planning an attack.

Eventually, the roll of film was getting noticeably used up. (Y/n) wanted to keep some for natural shots within the club during the meeting, hoping that she wouldn’t be too obvious but honestly, it wasn’t an exceptionally big deal. Being able to capture a moment of genuine pleasure on the faces of the group she cared so much about was more important.

Later that week, (Y/n) and Eddie stood in the red room of the schools’ yearbook committee. The freshly developed photos hung on a string to dry. Both smiled at the multiple photos of the club just being themselves.

“It’s not fair how they treat you.” (Y/n) spoke bitterly. They were the same as everybody else, just more confident in what they enjoy compared to those same people.

“It is what is it, sweetheart.” Eddie sighed in response, but he agreed. “Not much we can do but hold our heads high.”

“At least you’re confident and passionate about what you love! That’s what makes you different. Something that makes you also incredibly admirable too.” She hummed and gave a peck to his cheek. “Still gives them no excuse for what they do.”

Eddie smiled small at his girlfriend, turning her to face him. “That’s good. I’m pretty confident that I’m in love with you.”

(Y/n) blinked at him, his infectious smile spreading to her. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as she brought him into a kiss. Only breaking after a moment for air. “I am so very in love with you as well.”

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Here it was, the night of the Hawkin’s High Prom of 1986. The stage was already set up for the live act of the night but in the meantime, a large mix of tapes was selected to play over the sound system in the gym. The event had only started 45 minutes ago.

Eddie strolled in with other members of the Hellfire Club, fashionably late of course. For a bunch of presumed delinquents, they cleaned up real nice. Mike, Dustin, and Lucas were lucky to be there as underclassmen due to being invited by the other upperclassmen members of the club.

“So, when is (Y/n) gonna perform?” Dustin asks the group, sitting down at a table on the outskirts of the gym.

Eddie shrugged. “Not sure, was only told it was about an hour block.” He looked around the room for any sight of his girlfriend.

On the other side of the stage, (Y/n) was peeking behind a door to watch the Hellfire members sat at the table. They were late, it scared her. What scared her even more was that they were on within 15 minutes. Kat and Bianca were behind her and staring out of the same window on the door.

“What the hell is their problem? 45 minutes late?” Kat exclaimed pessimistically. “They would’ve been dead if it were up to me.”

“Hey, it’s not that bad. At least they missed Jason and his dumb ass entrance.” Bianca shrugged. “I did not need to see all that movement from him of all people.” She giggled. This made Kat snort with laughter and her hand quickly shot up to cover her nose. Which then forced all three girls into laughter behind the door.

Soon enough, it was time for them to start their set. The crowd was excited enough to watch the girls enter and play a few starting notes of a Tears for Fears song. Knowing the newer, more popular songs really paid off for the excitement of the crowd. While she sang, (Y/n) spotted the club dancing and slowly moving towards the front. Seeing the people she loved having a great time only made her want to perform even better. Just so she could see that happy expression shared through the group.

It was nearing the end of their set, just so they could also enjoy time at the prom. (Y/n), Kat, and Bianca all nodded toward each other. The drummer and guitarist paused as (Y/n) took the mic to start speaking to the gym.

“I just wanna start out and say, I hope everybody is having an amazing time. Everybody looks amazing, you all deserve to feel the same way too.” She started, earning a cheer from the student body. “But I did want to preface this next song by saying it’s an original!” Her somewhat nervous chuckle didn’t hinder her in the slightest. “I wrote it thinking about the people I really love. Especially the one who was the biggest help, even if he didn’t know it. This is Long Live.” (Y/n) finished her miniature speech, then gestured for Kat and Bianca to start the beginning chords and beat of the song as students were cheering, the cheering of the Hellfire Club being the loudest in the room.

The beginning was a hopeful melody, arousing feelings of happiness and celebration. The moment (Y/n) started singing the opening verse to her song, Eddie felt nothing but love and adoration for his girlfriend. With every lyric there was a mention of something they’ve done or said. At the first celebratory sung cheer of “long live”, followed by mystical references, he could tell the remnants of earlier campaigns littered her lyrics.

“You traded your baseball cap for a crown,” (Y/n) sang with a smile, pointing her finger at Dustin who was absolutely enamored with the song, cheering and dancing with Mike and Lucas as if nobody was around. The maternal love she felt towards those boys would never dwindle.

The one phrase that perfectly described the group and how they felt was simple, yet so unbelievably powerful. None of them would ever forget it, they are the band of thieves in ripped-up jeans.

After a moment, the song approached its final chorus. Finally closing with “we will be remembered” and taking their final bow of the night. All judgement seemed to cease with the song, students of all different cliques cheering and applauding for the girl group as they made their way off the stage and back into the crowd.

(Y/n) wasted no time in finding Eddie, running into a hug where he spun her around off the ground. He showered her with compliments and pecks all around her face then pulled her into a lasting embrace. Enjoying the moment he was able to feel and share with her. “You are the most amazing, beautiful, talented woman I know.” He said with a grin.

“Thank you, my love. But you are my inspiration.” She giggled and kissed him, bringing him out to the floor to dance with her.

“I’ve got to get you to write for Corroded Coffin more. With your genius we could sell out stadiums.” He chuckled, spinning her lightly.

(Y/n) held his hand tightly as he spun her, returning “Sounds like a plan,” when she was finally chest to chest with him. The couple continued to sway and dance with the pre-taped music over the loudspeaker. Right now, nothing else mattered but the two of them together. It may not be a kingdom, but the gymnasium lights really shined for them as they danced the night away.

#eddie munson x reader #soft #eddie munson x reader fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #canon divergence #prom #i love writing fluff its good for the soul #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fluff #eddie munson x you #stranger things x you #i hate formatting #i think ill post more #taylor swift songfic #speak now tv #long live tv #taylors version only #eddie munson song fic #eddie munson gif #ill probably use gifs more

[onlydylanobrien]

Dylan O’Brien in 2023

January:

New / Old

Rachel Zegler shared this picture of Dylan O'Brien on his phone in her September highlights.

Dylan O'Brien’s sister Julia shared these two pictures in her fav moments 2022 post.

Dylan with some of the Maze Runner cast: x, x, Dylan & Thomas

Dylan O'Brien with Bruno Bilotta behind the scenes on the set of “American Assassin”.

“Ponyboi” bts pic

New

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x, x, x, x, x 

New York Knicks vs. Phoenix Suns basketball game

Dylan with Victoria Pedredtti & River Gallo: x, x, x, x, x, x

Puppy Tony

Paris Fashion Week

Things also took a twist that nobody was expecting: x, x, x, x

February:

New / Old

Dylan with his mom and sister

“Ponyboi” bts pic

New

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x

News

Ike Barinholtz, Dylan O’Brien Political Mockumentary ‘Maximum Truth’ Lands at Momentum Pictures

March:

New / Old

“Caddo” Wrap Party pic

“Maximum Truth” bts pics

New

Dylan O'Brien for the Ami Paris “The Casting” Spring-Summer 2023 Campaign

Dylan hanging out with friends: x, x, x

Fan Encounter: x, x

Fini’s Women’s Empowerment night

News

Dylan will be one of the guest stars in “The Other Two” Season 3

April:

New

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

Candids: x

Dylan & Tony: x, x, x

News

Dylan O'Brien is nominated in the “Best Comedic Performance” category for his role as Colin in “Not Okay” at the 2023 MTV Movie & Tv Awards

Twitter: + & +

May:

New

Michaela Coel presents Xhosa Met Gala after-party

“Maximum Truth” Stills: x, x

Dylan as himsef in “The Other Two” Season 3 Ep. 3

Katherine McNamara talks about working with Dylan O'Brien in a new interview with Collider

Fan Encounter: x, x, x

Dylan with friends: x, x, x, x

Ofiicial “Maximum Truth” Poster & Promos: x, x

June:

New / Old

Dylan with Sam Lerner at his 31 Birthday party

Dylan O'Brien, Sarah Ramos and Logan Lerman at Sarah’s new art exhibition “Autograph Hound: A Retrospective” x, x

“Maximum Truth” bts: x, x, x, x, x

New

“Maximum Truth” Trailer II Stills: x, x II Promos: x, x, x, x, x, x

Dylan with his family x, x, Tony, x, x, x, Dylan and Tony, x, x

Dylan with friends x, x, x, x, x, x

“Maximum Truth” Interviews: x, x

July:

New / Old

Dylan with Chris, Ki Hong and Alex

New

Dylan with his family x, x, x

Dylan with friends: x

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x

Dylan with Zoey Deutch and McKenna Grace in Ireland

Dylan on the set of his new movie “Anniversary”

News

“Ponyboi” update

August:

New / Old

Dylan with his family

New

Dylan with friends: x

Dylan with the “Anniversary” cast: x, x, x, x, x, x

“Anniversary” bts: x, x, x, x

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x

Dylan's 32nd Birthday, Dylan & Tony, x, x, x, x, x

September:

New / Old

“Not Okay” bts: x, x

New

Puppy Tony: x, x, x

Dylan with frinds: x, x, x, x, x

October:

New / Old

Dylan with his “Anniversary” co-stars

Dylan with his family: x, x

New

Dylan supporting the SAG-AFTRA Strike

Dylan with friends: x

Dylan with his family: x, x

Dylan &Tommy Alter in the audience of “Watch What Happens Live with Andy Cohen”

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x, x, x

November:

New / Old

Fan Encounter: x

Dylan at the “Caddo Lake” Wrap Party

New

Dylan supporting the SAG-AFTRA Strike

Dylan with friends: x

Carolina Hurricanes vs New York Rangers game

Fan Encounter: x, x, x, x

Dylan’s IMDb profile picture was finally updated

December:

New / Old

Dylan with fans this summer

Dylan with his sibling Jules this summer

New

Dylan with Dexter Darden and Aml Ameen at the “American Fiction” premiere

First Look at Dylan in “Ponyboi”

Fan Encounter: x

News

“Ponyboi” will have its World Premiere at Sundance 2024

Dylan O’Brien reportedly in talks to star as twins in James Sweeney’s ‘TWINLESS.’

In total:

Dylan filmed 1 movie this year

Had 1 guest star role in a TV show

we got 1 new photoshoot

1 new movie with Dylan was released

#dylan o'brien #year recap

[jaimexbrienne-fic-finder]

Sports Fic

I don't celebrate Superbowl Sunday, but still, here are stories inspired by sports:

Sports featured more or less prominently!

Completed; Summaries from AO3

Baseball

you, just like heaven by theworldunseen

Jaime is an All Star pitcher on the King's Landing Crowns, and Brienne is the girl he gives free tickets to and sleeps with sometimes. That's it, she tells herself. And yet.

With All Your Faults by sea_spirit

In 1943, small-town slugger Brienne Tarth is recruited to play for Tywin Lannister’s newest business venture: the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League. There, she meets Jaime, a maimed former Major League pitcher who’s been talked into managing one of his father’s teams. She can't stand her arrogant coach, and he is definitely not interested in his annoyingly principled star player. They don't like each other at all, really...until they do.

Loosely inspired by "A League of Their Own," with slightly less baseball and lots more love story.

Diamond in the Rough by cardinalgirl75

All Brienne Tarth's ever wanted to do was play baseball. All the world's ever given her is scorn for thinking a woman could be as good as a man--until she's drafted by the King's Landing Royals. Now she's got a chance to make her wildest dreams come true.

Jaime Lannister overcame a rocky start to his career to become the premiere pitcher for the King's Landing Royals. He thinks a woman playing professional baseball is ludicrous--until he meets Brienne Tarth.

Stealing Home by PrettyThief

It was cold, he was warm, she'd polished off a very tall beer, and the night was full of happiness. Besides, they were friendly colleagues now, so surely there was no harm in a platonic hug between two fans.

Coaches Jaime Lannister and Brienne Tarth find themselves seated together watching the losingest team in baseball, Brienne's beloved Storm's End Stags, compete in the final game of the World Series.

these warm summer evenings where we once and again shall meet by sdwolfpup

This summer, the fourth since they'd parted after college, Jaime's coming for a month, and Brienne's already dreading having to say goodbye at the end of it. But there's no alternative, because they're simply baseball buddies, no matter how many nights Brienne might fall asleep talking to Jaime on the phone about work or how often he texts her random non-baseball thoughts during the day. Regardless of too-long hugs and extended vacation stays.

It's been eight years since they met. She's sure she's missed her chance to try to make it anything more, so she's going to be happy with the time she gets. Just as soon as she stops dreaming about him.

Right Off the Bat by hillaryschu

to be read in 90s Movie Trailer RomCom Voice

Meet Jaime. He used to be the most infamous player in Major League baseball but a career-ending injury brought him back into the family business. He hates it. What he doesn’t hate is coaching the best Little League team in Kings Landing.

Meet Brienne. After her father’s death, she left behind a successful career in women’s competitive fastpitch to start over. She’s trying to balance life and love in a new city, all while coaching a down-and-out Little League team.

In a world where everyone is looking to connect, Jaime and Brienne discover the best way to meet someone is to never meet at all. What they don’t realize, is that they already have.

This fanfic exchange season, follow along with Brienne and Jaime as they take to one another on Twitter and battle on the ballfield. Then find out what happens when those worlds collide.

(a You’ve Got Mail AU)

Change-up by Lady_in_Red

Jaime is used to reading signs and changing his play accordingly, but baseball and relationships are two entirely different games.

Formula 1

Heart Full of Gasoline by sdwolfpup

Jaime Lannister is a Formula 1 driver with a sordid past, dubious future, and nothing left to lose as he hits the far edge of his career. He thinks all he wants is the world championship title he’s never quite been able to reach and to finally give up smoking. What he finds to his great surprise is what he really wants might be Brienne Tarth.

Brienne Tarth is an unknown mechanic eager to make the jump to the big time of Formula 1. When Jaime hires her as Chief Mechanic for his team of misfits, she discovers she’s ready for the work, but is she ready for Jaime?

Bull Riding

Fever by Lady_in_Red

As a professional bull rider, Jaime Lannister cheated death, eight seconds at a time, for more than a decade. When his luck finally runs out, Brienne Tarth becomes his unlikely savior. A slow-burn romance set against a backdrop of dangerous sports and pop culture geekery in a Westeros-flavored United States.

What he loves might kill him But he's got no choice, he's a different breed With a voice down deep inside That's screamin' he was born to ride - "The Fever," Garth Brooks

Dancing

I Owe It All To You by theworldunseen

Fresh off another World Cup title with the United States Women's National Team and heading into retirement, Brienne Tarth lets her friends convince her to join the newest cast of Dancing With The Stars. Mostly she doesn't want to embarrass herself. When the show pairs her with veteran dancer Jaime Lannister, she gets even more than she bargained for.

Hockey/Dancing

when the sun shine, we shine together by cardinalgirl75

Brienne spent one incredible weekend with hockey superstar Jaime Lannister, only for him to break her heart when it was over. Four years later, she's moved on with her life and made a name for herself as the lead choreographer for one of the hottest shows on television--Lip Sync Battle. The last thing in the world she wants is for the show's creator to announce that he's pursuing Jaime to be one of the contestants.

Tennis

Grand Slam by LadyRhiyana

In which Jaime and Brienne play tennis, fool around, and fall in love.

Football (Soccer)

Playing Defense by RestedAbandon

Jaime and Brienne are always on opposite sides of the field, until they're not.

Kiss Cam by SeeThemFlying

Jaime and his girlfriend Cersei go to see a football game.

There's a kiss cam.

Jaime doesn't kiss Cersei.

This Is The One by disappointed_turtle

Jaime, Brienne, football, feminism, friendship, dogs, cake, sex. Good things, basically. No one is getting crushed by bricks after a wildly unbelievable 'relapse' in this story. No one is ending up celibate and having to spend their life playing the diplomat between lots of men who have failed upwards. Modern universe, this world. It'll probably be quite crude. Title from The Stone Roses song. I'll update very soon as it's almost finished.

Football (American)

Stannis Baratheon, Fantasy Football League Commissioner by ikkiM

Stannis Baratheon is the new Fantasy Football League Commissioner.

This is completely an exercise in fun. If you're looking for heavy angst or a deep exploration of the characters, this fic is not for you. If you are looking to have a laugh, come on in.

Basketball

My Best Friend is the Centerfold by PrettyThief

Five years since last they spoke, Brienne does not expect to see her old best friend, Jaime Lannister, modeling underwear on her social media feed.

Swimming/Football (American)

Beast and the Beast by SigilBroken

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This is unfinished but it is great until it stops

Make Love Your Goal by lionswench

When the arrogant, widely-reviled and recently-relieved war veteran Jaime Lannister starts pulling the reins at his father's factory, he finds himself tiptoeing around the ire that munitionette Brienne Tarth seems to reserve only for him.

Careful to contain the explosive potential between the two of them, Jaime gradually begins to win Brienne over with a little help from the beautiful game. If a war can momentarily cease for a bit of football, surely a bit of workplace bickering can too, right?

A retelling of the history of Dick, Kerr Ladies FC with slightly less football, and many more feelings.

#jaime x brienne #braime

[mugglepawter]

I ALMOST DO.

Modern!Aegon Targaryen × Reader

Summary: hockey and figure skating, hockey player and figure skater. Their world were always meant to be collided.

Warnings: fluff, Aegon being a massive dick.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so bear with me. Un-edited.

PART ONE.

People always say she has a bright future ahead of her, not including her parents. They think it's a waste of time, something she shouldn't even waste a single second.

"Hey," Someone called out to her as she entered the cafeteria, trying to look for her friends. She nodded her head at the girl in acknowledgment before seating down at her table.

"What's up, little miss captain?" Aly greeted and beside her is Helaena "Hey," she looked up and pressed their cheeks together.

"What's your plan, this weekend?" Helaena asked, "I have practice on Saturday, and on Sunday, I'm on my work." She answered.

"Can we watch you practice?" Aly asked. she shrugged her shoulders, quite unsure if she wants them there considering they might make loud noises "As long as you won't be loud." She told her.

Helaena laughs, earning a glare from Aly "Sure, no problemo." Aly answered, nodding politely.

Aly is part of the volleyball team while Helaena wasn't really into sports and would rather watch her two best friends on the bench and cheer for them. She and Aly tried to convince Helaena to try out for the soccer team cause they knew how much Helaena loves soccer but she refuses.

They've been friends since they were seven graders and refuse to part ways. They've met each other's parents, each other's siblings and have been into each other's places. She didn't invite Helaena and Aly into her first in a few years of their friendship because of two things. First, her parents then because she lived in the trailer.

But, when she was junior, she manages to get a job and because of that, she manages to move out of the hell she was born into. She almost quit her skating because she doesn't have the time to practice and compete. After all, she was too preoccupied with her studies and working to feed and sustain herself.

But, luckily, she didn't.

Figure skating is her life, she might be as good as dead if she quit.

When she moved out, she forget that she has parents and lived independently. She has Aly and Helaena, they are her family and so is their family. Though, she wasn't really fond of Helaena's older brother.

He always wants to annoy the shit out of her and is always being a dick he is.

It was finally Saturday and it was time for her to practice or else she won't be able to complete and her coach would kill her if she doesn't.

She was laughing with Helaena and Aly about something as entered the indoor ice rink but stopped as soon as she saw hockey players in it.

The hockey team stopped, noticing the three newly arrived girls. Someone familiar whistled among them as he skates towards them.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She asked as she approached the hockey team

"I set an appointment for this day so this ring is mine today." She spat at the hockey's captain, Aegon Targaryen, Helaena's older brother.

"I don't see any name of you in here." Aegon answered and the rest of the hockey team snickered before she gave them all a glare "Targaryen, be mature enough for god's sake, you're the captain." She snapped at him angrily.

"Aegon, just leave." Helaena told her brother as she rolled her eyes. Aegon seemed to listen and look back at his team before nodding his head "Okay." Aegon said.

She rolled her eyes at him before bumping into his shoulder as she walked past him to enter the ring

"Aly, the music, please." She told her friend as she got into her position and checked the laces of her ice skates. When she looked up, the team is still there and Aegon is still looking at her, only they were in the audience's seat.

"What are you still doing here?" She asked bluntly "Is it bad to watch? I'm sure you don't own the seats, too." Aegon said, hands on his chest. She scoffed at his cockiness and got into her position again before hearing her song playing in the background.

She did the basic moves first. The simplest, the toe loop as her warm-up. Then, the axel which is very simple to do for her. She heard them clap but wasn't sure who and she hated it. She hated it when someone claps because it's get her somehow distracted when the clapping gave her a good feeling.

She spun around the ice rink, moving her body along with the rhythm of the music.

She did her Biellman spin, the one she tried to teach her best friends to do, the one that made Alys throw up.

After that, she did the jump combination to her routine before doing the hard ones, and rather complicated. When the song finished, she strike her pose, breathless.

"You're good." Aegon complemented, standing up from his seat as she approached Aly and Helaena.

"I've always been good and the best." She rolled her eyes at him before putting her arms on Aly and Helaena's shoulders and leaving him smirking to himself.

"He's such a dick." She complained to them and groaned to herself.

"He's Aegon, it's normal." Helaena chuckled because she's already used to her brother's attitude because of having to live with him most of her life "How can I forget? Your older brother's head is screwed." She burst into laughter as she shakes her head so is Helaena.

#aegon ii targaryen #house of the dragon #helaena targaryen #modern aegon #aegon targaryen x reader #house targaryen #alicent hightower

[shecagobaby]

Joseph and female co-star on costume running and playing on set and being scolded for making a lot of noise. So sweet 💓

Yes! I love this idea! We love a soft playful Joe!

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"Joseph, stop!" I giggled as he chased me to set. My heart was racing trying to out run him. I squealed as he caught me by the waist, lifting me up and placing sloppy kisses along my cheek. I desperately tried to pull down my dress as he spun me around, the frilly material riding up. "You're going to mess up my make up!"

He gave a toothy grin against my cheek, "don't care."

Joseph had been particularly rambunctious today, starting when we woke up. He awoke and immediately blew a raspberry on my cheek, startling me awake. I laughed loudly, "You don't care but Jen is going to kill me." He put me down on the ground, spinning me around in his arms. I was greeted by a goofy smiling Joe in his Eddie wig. I can't lie and say that Joseph in long dark hair and ripped jeans wasn't extremely sexy. I grabbed onto the side of his hellfire shirt and pulled him closer, "you're ridiculous, you know that?"

He placed a kiss to my nose before gently biting down on it, "you're adorable, ya know that?" he said mocking my accent.

I nudged him and rolled my eyes, "fuck you," I groaned.

His smile turned devilish, "wish ya would," he said before squeezing my waist. I squealed and ran from him again, "oh no you don't," he said running after me. I looked back at him and smiled, he looked drop dead gorgeous as his long locks flew around his face. I laughed before I saw him stop in his tracks, "shit!"

And just like that, I collided with Ross Duffer, almost knocking me to the ground, "God, will you two stop. Y'all have been terrorizing the set all morning," Ross spoke as Joe came and stood next to me. We gave each other an 'oh shit,' look. Ross rolled his eyes, "Y/N, go to make up for a touch up."

We both mumbled a sorry as Ross walked away. I elbowed Joseph hard in the ribs, I smiled when I heard him grunt. "You got me in trouble," I groaned.

"Sorry, love," he grabbed my cheeks and kissed my lips, feeling myself already forgiving him. He pulled away, "see ya on set," he said placing a hard slap on my ass.

I rolled my eyes as I walked away, "unbelievable," I mumbled as I headed to the make up trailer. I bit my lip trying not to smile, excited to joke around with Joseph as soon as I was done in make up.

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This was my first short blurb, so I hope you enjoy! Just wanted to keep it short and cute <3 also my inbox is wide open for any blurbs or one shots you'd like to read (both smutty and fluff) while I work on my 'Love of My life' series!

#joe quinn #joseph quinn x reader #smut #eddie munson #eddie munson smut #joseph #joseph quinn #joseph quinn smut #quinn #stranger things #joe #the makeup #les mierables #time wasters #dickensian