#look at the undead boyfriends we will never see again :((

[tallullahssacredlamb]

Gay pirates this gay vampires that gay cannibals whatever

But does anyone remember we had GAY ZOMBIES first and were shamelessly robbed when they canceled the show and then robbed AGAIN when they promised to make a full fucking movie about them and then canceled it too?????

#i still love them so much :(( #i never really got over this fucking show #look at the undead boyfriends we will never see again :(( #in the flesh #kieren and simon #kieren x simon #kieren walker #simon monroe #in the flesh bbc

[queenimmadolla]

𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈: 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬

(A Lisa Frankenstein, Eddie Munson AU)

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Summary: You learn the identity of your new undead friend, get a mini ‘makeover’, catch your crush’s attention and bury a body while Eddie learns throwing up on the girl he’s interested in probably doesn’t display his potential as a boyfriend, but his protective nature might.

Chapter Warnings: a stinky boy, dark humor, unpleasant home life, intense longing (on eddie’s behalf). oh yeah, and murder.

a/n: so i lied, this is actually longer than the first chapter and i accepted my fate. we’re getting to the fun stuff, though. next up: more vigilante justice, eddie lore and emerging feelings for a certain dead man walking. hope you like it!

light dividers ℗ cafekitsune ♡

“C’mon, over here.” You gestured to your open doorway, watching your new zombie pal hobble up the final step and round the staircase. His movements were harsh, stiff as hell and made your bones hurt to watch for whatever reason. Every over limp was accompanied by an inhuman grunt, and you wondered if moving his limbs might actually be painful for him.

  You were never particularly skilled in the art of masking your emotions, so your eyebrows were furrowed, mouth parted and upper lip tucked up to clearly display your phantom discomfort. 

  Once he was close enough, you crossed over the threshold, standing a little in front of your bed as he wandered in, large eyes immediately raking over everything on your walls. After beckoning him further in, you moved around the filthy corpse standing in your room to close the door. 

  “Despite your deadly good looks, we can’t risk anyone seeing you. No one else can know you’re here.” You informed him, trying to stress the seriousness of the situation without seeming too controlling. While you had waited for The Zombie to struggle up the stairs, you’d determined there were three possible ways this town would react to discovering a member of the dead had risen—that only seemed to be socially acceptable and celebrated in the form of Jesus Christ:

 1.) Pitchforks and Torches.

2.) News, Military, and Government attention, which would no doubt mean you’d have to break him out of some lab.

3.) Pitchforks and Torches, News, Military, and Government attention, which would mean you’d have to save him from an angry mob before inevitably losing him once News stations picked the story up, causing subsequent Military and Government interference and the scientific study of your undead friend in some high tech/high defense lab, leaving you to figure out how to break into and get him out of it. 

  Or, he could just not leave your bedroom. A beautiful alternative.

  The Zombie didn’t even pay you any attention, stumbling forward—and banging his foot against the leg of your bed frame—to take a better look at your things. He was grunting and groaning, though this time it seemed to be a little different. It almost sounded like he was talking to himself. Or maybe to you. 

  Zombies in film seemed to be able to voice their demands for brains. Could he? Did he have the same urge or need to eat brains? How would you even feed a zombie?

  “Can you talk?” You asked, leaning back against the door, eyes on him as he had to hop in place in order to turn his body to face you, “Like, speak? With words?”

  He seemed to consider your question for a moment, eyes darting to the side.

  “Uuuuuuunnnggghhh.”

  “So, that’s a no. Do you…do you need brains? Because I’m not sure I can get you any of those—and if you think for one second that you’re gonna eat mine, you should know I fall under fight when it comes to fight or flight responses. I’m like an alley cat, I’ll fuck you up.”

  The Zombie stumbled back, rocking from side to side. It took you a moment to realize he was trying to shake his head, no.

  Interesting.

  “No brains?”

  Again, he rocked from side to side, “Uunggh-uunghh.”

  “Oh. Okay.” Your defenses dropped immediately as you played with your hair, pulling gently at a section of it, “Well, what do you eat?”

  He did the choppy shoulder raise he’d done in the livingroom earlier, “Unnhh unnhh.” 

  Your lips curled into a small, fascinated smile. Okay, you knew he had been once alive, once a human being existing on this earth with blood pulsing through his veins—and now he was dead.

  Yet, he wasn’t dead. He was dead but standing in your bedroom, amongst your girly things and not so girly things, staring at you in his grotesque form, and shrugging I dunno, like some alive person. A full blown, supernatural one-time (to your knowledge) occurrence only depicted in Sci-fi films and horrors.

  Why you? What did he want with you?

  You hadn’t realized you’d voiced the question until he hobbled back around to your bedroom wall, raising his left hand, and the only one he seemed to have, up to one of the tombstone etchings. His fingers were all sorts of fucked up, frozen in the most uncomfortable looking positions as a result of rigor mortis in whatever position he’d died.

  “What? That? It’s just an etching I made of a tombstone.”

  He craned his head around, and you tried not to be freaked out with the way his neck hadn’t turned enough with it, tapping his crooked pinky finger against the craft paper and then moved it to his chest.

  Your eyes zeroed in on the etching, trying to understand what he was attempting to tell you. 

  It was MUN’s tombstone—no, Eddie Munson’s tombstone.

  Your jaw dropped. Had to be somewhere around your feet, on the floor. Holy. Shit.

  “That’s you? You’re Eddie Munson?” It was rude, but you openly pointed at him.

  He didn’t grunt in response this time, rather, he began to cough and gag as he jerked his body around to get his hand in his dirty jeans. 

  While he did whatever it was, you took the time to take him in even further. He wore black jeans, but under his leather jacket he seemed to be wearing a discolored dress shirt that had once probably been white. You had a feeling the sneakers on his feet, while horrendously dirty, weren’t all that worn out. Dress pants were pricey, you knew that much after buying some for your father when your mother would take you to outlets and malls with her. Dress shirts were a little cheaper and new shoes were seen as a staple in big events for peoples’ lives, such as graduations, birthdays, dances, weddings and funerals. 

  You had a sneaking suspicion this lively carcass hadn’t been from this part of town when he was alive. 

  “UUUUUUNNNNGGGHHHH!” The Zombie moaned out, almost victoriously as his stiff arm stuck straight up in the air. Dangling from his curled fingers, was your mother’s pearl necklace. You’d seen it last when you’d entrusted MUN with it yesterday.

  You gasped, reaching out as he lowered it into your furled palm. 

  With the proof in your hand and his corpse before you, you knew you were speaking to Eddie Munson. He was, without a doubt, the grave you’d been running to.

  “Holy crap, you are Eddie Munson!” You gripped the pearls in your fist, eyes wide and blinking rapidly to try to make sense of it all, “You were murdered and now you’re not—I mean, you were, but you’re back from the dead, standing in my—ooh, standing pretty close actually.”

  You tried not to flinch as you became aware of just how close he’d stumbled over to you. Definitely within arms-length. He didn’t exactly stink, his flesh looked much too leathery to actually smell (you weren’t about to lean in and sniff to test the theory), but the scent of wet dirt was strong and the smell of whatever he’d spat on you earlier seemed to be lingering. 

  Zombie Eddie was in desperate need of a shower.

  “So, this is all pretty cool and bizarre—I’m a fan of both—but uhm, why are you here…? Like, in my house.”

  He slouched even further into your space, this time you did flinch a little as the most muffled whimper sounded from him. Reminded you of the Tin Man from Wizard of Oz when he couldn’t speak properly because he was all rusted up. 

  Eddie held eye contact as he struggled to grab hold of your hand and the minute he did, dirt from his skin pressing into yours, you knew what was coming.

  Because of course it would. This is something that would only happen to you.

  Shakily, Eddie tried lifting your hand and your mouth puckered, brows furrowing before you sucked your lips into your mouth as you watched him prepare to kiss your hand with his filthy, dead, dried out lips that still had bits of that green goop he’d spat up around it.

  You were a nice person—a relatively decent human being, but you weren’t that nice and you didn’t wanna have to go to the hospital on the off chance that you caught something from a corpse. Explaining that one would send you straight to the psych ward and probably end in some sort of abuse of a corpse charge, so you quickly pulled your hand out of his grasp, rubbing your fingers together to roll some of the dirt off of them.

  “Okay, okay, I see, mhm—alright. You’re here because—when I said I wished I was with you, I didn’t mean like, I wanted to have your dead body…y’know, pressed up against mine. I meant like…in the grave. Next to you. Like buried there because I’d be dead. It was a moment of intense angst—I’m nineteen and my life is in the fucking gutter. I’m surrounded by terrible people in this town and I have the rest of my life to live out this way.

  “I didn’t mean to lead you on or something, and I’m pretty sure it’s a crime to do literally anything with a corpse, other than bury it.”

  The two of you stood there, just staring at each other. He still hadn’t moved out of your space and you were still kind of leaning back, away from him, so you added, “So. Just a little recap, I wanted to be dead. Did not mean I wanted to be with you. Romantically. Together. Like a couple.”

  And then you felt a little guilty because that wasn’t entirely true.

  “Well, not with you as a cadaver.” Because you had fantasized about the person in the grave being a source of comfort to you, “Or—or, you in general. ‘Cause…’cause I didn’t know it was you given how fucked up your shit was, and I didn’t know you when you were alive.”

  God, you were messing this up. Rather than continuing your ongoing word vomit, you flashed him a tight smile.

  Finally, you got a reaction out of him. He creaked back, those little whimpering sounds coming from his lips before that same nasty ass green shit from before started leaking out from behind his eyeballs.

  You’d made him cry.

  “Oh, no. I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings—I just moved here a couple of months ago and you were already dead by then! I’m sure you were a lovely person and I would have liked y—y—yo—ECH!”

  You gagged, hand flying up to cover your mouth and nose as you felt the contents of your stomach start to make its way back up. While your hand was in that position, it squeezed the tip of your nose, cutting of the assault currently taking place against it.

  Whatever it was Zombie Eddie was secreting instead of his tears, stunk. It was the most putrid scent you’d ever had the misfortune of knowing. Nothing could compare to it, not literal shit, not vomit, not pasta that had been left out to cook in the sun for several weeks, nothing.

  You were sure one more sniff of it, and your nostril hairs would either shrink and curl up, or disintegrate. 

  “MOTHER OF GOD—your tears smell horrendous—I’m gonna throw u—ECH!”

  You gagged again, tears flooding your sight and you hurried over to the bathroom, gesturing for him to follow behind you.

  Chrissy had left her door to the bathroom open, so you skidded across the tile to shove it closed, desperate to make sure the scent didn’t reach the room and wouldn’t linger in there.

  She’d drive you straight to the ER to get checked out, because nothing you could possibly shit out should ever and would ever smell that bad.

  You yanked the shower curtain back from the tub, setting Chrissy’s products to the side and out of the way, “You need to bathe like two years ago, my dead guy.”

  You stepped to the side, pointing into the tub with a finger as your other hand rested on your hip like you were ordering a misbehaving child in.

  Eddie groaned, and you got the feeling that he was unimpressed with your theatrics. Unfortunately for the both of you, you hadn’t been dramatic about it. His stank tears had to be an actual biohazard and you didn’t want to think about the fact that very same biohazard had been projectile vomited onto your face a couple of minutes ago. You were so gonna scrub it raw.

  Begrudgingly, he hobbled over to your tub and struggled over the edge until he was in—his upper half slamming into the tile wall. 

  You didn’t say anything about him being fully clothed, shoes and all, because everything he wore needed a good rinse off. If not, you’d have to hose his clothes down in the yard before subjecting the dryer and washer to them.

  “There’s my soap.” You pointed out the pink bottle of pomegranate and berry scented shower gel, “And my shampoo and conditioner—those two are very expensive and a little goes a long way, so don’t waste any.”

  You eyed him for a moment, mouth twisting in consideration, “Nevermind, it’ll take half the bottles to get your hair clean, I’ll just have to replace them a little earlier than my budget expected.”

  This time, Eddie’s mouth parted rather wide as he moaned out, “UHNNNGGHH.”

  He was probably telling you to fuck off already, but you were distracted by whatever insect was currently in his mouth, on his tongue.

  “SPIT IT OUT!” You shrieked, and he aimed his head down, the large thing with too many legs falling right out to crawl around on your bathroom floor.

  You screamed as you began to stomp around, trying to crush it beneath your remaining slipper but it kept evading it! Finally, your foot flattened it with a satisfying crunch.

  The evil had been defeated. You were nearly panting, shoulders rising and falling as you calmed your breathing and another sound registered.

  Eddie was croaking now, it sounded almost like the most painful gasps someone would let out on their deathbed. You stared, puzzled for a moment before it dawned on you.

  “Are you laughing at me?”

  He did it again, stiff body leaning completely back on the shower tiles now.

  “Oh my god, you are! YOU DICK!” You slapped the side of his arm and then quickly yanked it back, frowning at the mud now caked to the back of your fingers. 

  “Ugh,” you tried to shake some of it off over the tub, your head shaking as well—and despite the predicament, you found the corners of your lips twitching but you refused to smile. Wouldn’t let him get that over you, “You’re gross. That better be the last living creature to come out of you, you Zombie Headbanger, take a shower.”

  You didn’t give him a chance to moan, groan or croak at you again, yanking the curtains back to shield the tub and it’s undead occupant.

  You rolled your eyes, almost fondly, and gathered too much toilet paper to wipe up the remnants of the bug and toss it in the trash. Should’ve been in a different corpse’s mouth if it wanted to live.

  “You know how to work a shower, don’t you?” You asked aloud as you approached your bathroom counter, taking notice of the bathroom mirror as you uncapped a room spray and gave your bathroom a good burst of it. The mirror had already been replaced, looked like Laura couldn’t stand to know there was something imperfect in the house—aside from you. 

  You heard the tub start to run before the shower stream took over. At least he still remembered that much.

  “You wanna listen to some music?” You asked over the loud stream of the shower.

  “Uunngh.”

  You took that as a yes and leaned over the counter to tweak the knob of the radio you and Chrissy always left on it. Immediately, a country station started playing and you quickly switched the station.

  “That’s not one of mine! Chrissy listens to Country whenever she misses her ex-boyfriend, I don’t know why.”

  You kept twisting the dial through various stations. When you hit a station midway through Disposable Heroes, you turned the knob again only for your companion to voice his outrage.

  “UUUUUUNNNGGHHHH!!!”

  “What?” You switched the station back, “You like Metallica?”

  He grunted from behind the shower curtain, and the scent of your body wash began to fill the bathroom, much to your relief. You could hear him banging around in there, probably not the easiest to wash up with a bad case of rigor mortis.

  “They’re alright, I liked Ride the Lightning, but Master of Puppets is good, too. Their last album was good, too, but it felt kind of different. Not the same without Burton.”

  Eddie made a sound of confusion, hand with the fucked up fingers reaching out to push the curtain back so he could poke his head out.

  You met his gaze through the mirror, “You don’t know?”

  He just blinked, almost owlishly. 

  Shit. He must have died before the fall of ‘86. You’d have to ask Chrissy when exactly Eddie had died.

  “The bass player, Cliff Burton? He died in ‘86. Bus accident.”

  You watched as Eddie’s gaze dropped, and the groan he let out sounded remarkably sad as he ducked back behind the curtain.

  Unsure of what to say to make him feel better, you let the radio play out the rest of the duration of Eddie’s shower and took diligent care in washing your face and brushing your teeth. Once he was done, smelling amazing and just like you, you’d had him shed his clothes for one of your nightgowns and dragged him back to your closet.

  You knew he was quite literally stiff, but he seemed extra unenthused with his choice of ensemble, so you were going to let him choose his own.

  “Alright, take your pick.” You yanked the doors of your walk-in closet (as in you could take three steps in and that's it) open and he flinched back at the amount of pink seeping out of it. When he made no move to look through his options, you selected one for him.

  An even gaudier nightgown you tried to shove in his arms. And he let you, before purposely dropping it to the ground while holding eye contact.��

  “Well, I thought you would have looked great in it.” You mumbled as he creaked down to pick it up for you. When Eddie hobbled into the closet to hang it up, you shut the doors behind him, “Pick something else and then you can come out!”

  Your closet doors didn’t lock though, so you were just banking on him assuming they did and you heard his offended zombie groaning. While you waited, listening to him no doubt bang into the walls as he struggled to dress himself, grunting and groaning, you twirled around on your desk chair.

  Eventually, the closet doors parted and you gasped at the sight of him, standing there in your lavender fluffy, oversized sweater and pair of white pajama pants with hearts all over them. He couldn’t really move his face all that much, not very expressive and yet you could somehow tell he was scowling.

  “You look like Grimace.” Was all you said, mind conjuring up Ronald McDonald’s purple monster friend.

  The closet doors were promptly slammed shut. When he emerged once more, gone was the former ensemble. Eddie was wearing a neon green skirt, a tight off the shoulder black top, and nothing else.

  You wolf whistled at his skinny, severely discolored legs.

  He stuck one out, modeling it for you and you realized he was humoring you. You laughed, eyes crinkling.

  “You tryna knock me dead, too?”

  When he nodded, you laughed again and stood up to rummage through your dresser. You found a band tee you used as a pajama top, and some black pants that looked like they might fit him. Then you spotted a red plaid flannel you had hanging on your bedroom door, waiting to be placed in the closet.

  The clothing items were shoved into his arms and you pushed him back into the closet.

  When he came out (eheheheh) again, you were practically bouncing in your seat. You’d never seen Eddie alive before, had never seen him in clothes that weren’t his burial ones, and he definitely still looked as much of a Zombie as Michael Jackson had looked in the Thriller music video, but he also looked like a young adult, and very much so in his Metal element. He was stretching your baby blue socks to their limit, but they’d have to do until you could steal some from your dad. You’d scrub his shoes tomorrow, before class.

  If Eddie were alive, he’d look…hot.

  You smiled to yourself, still taking him in as you realized you were looking at Eddie Munson.

  To show your admiration, you clapped for him, “That’ll do real well. What do you think?”

  Eddie raised his forearm and you tilted your head, confused. He followed your gaze and groaned, rolling his eyes as he realized that was the arm lacking a hand. Then, he held up his other arm, painful looking thumb finger cracking and popping until he was giving you a thumbs up. You ended up tying a scarf around the wrist without a hand, just to hide the gaping wound. 

  With the matter of his clothing solved, you moved onto his hair, sitting on the bathroom counter while he stood in front of you as you worked on detangling with a spray bottle and a legion of hair products. It took some TLC, and ignoring the hole where his ear should’ve been, but you brought his curls back to life. You were shocked to even see he had bangs, they’d been plastered to the top of his head when he was the Swamp Thing.

  They framed his eyes, looked real good on him and he seemed to enjoy the entire process, eyes slipping shut and little moans (not like that) coming from him.

  “Well, I think we’ve got you back in good shape.” You put down the comb, placing your hand on his shoulders to turn him towards the mirror, “Is this Eddie Munson?”

  You watched his gaze scan his reflection, before those eyes were on yours in the mirror. 

  “Unnnghhh.” Eddie held up his arm with the missing appendage and you nervously scratched the back of your heard.

  “Well, you see, I don’t really have any extra hands on me, at the moment. Just down to these two,” You emphasized the sentence with some jazz hands to display yours, then immediately felt guilty over still having yours so you hid them behind your back.

  Eddie groaned low, lifting his wrist to the side of his head, where his ear should have been and you made a displeased sound. 

  “Oh. Noticed that, did you?”

  His eyes narrowed and even though you had no idea what Eddie had sounded like, you could still hear him in your head, Notice my fucking ear is missing? Yeah, I did.

  “I don’t have any extras of those, either. If it’s a body part, I’m out of stock. But—who cares? Plenty of people live without them.”

  Eddie grunted, eyes narrowing even further at you.

  You winced, “Poor choice of words—the point is, no one will even notice. Because no one is going to see you.”

  Eddie’s next grunt sounded disappointed and you felt even guiltier. What were you supposed to do? You’d already made him look as relatively normal as you could, there was only so many ways you could disguise a zombie who walked oddly, communicated via moan, groan and grunt, and looked like he had a medical skin condition.

  You were about to try to comfort him when you heard the front door open and you gasped.

  “WHAT IN THE GARDEN OF EDEN?” You heard Laura cry out, and your dad shouted your name. 

  “I don’t mean to sound homophobic, but back in the closet!” You shoved him out of the bathroom and in the direction of his new hiding place. He hadn’t looked very keen as you shut the closet doors on him, but he’d have to wait for now.

  Your dad was probably having one hell of a heart attack, staring at the mess of the house, the broken window, fearful a similar situation as your mother’s assault had taken place with you as the victim.

  “I’m alright, daddy!” You reassured as you raced down the stairs to your concerned father. He was concerned alright, but not about you.

  He had Laura in one arm, who was openly distraught about the shards of her damn plates, and Chrissy, who was staring at the mess with open confusion, in the other.

  “You,” Laura spat at you with venom the moment her chilling gaze locked onto your approaching figure, “What. Did. You. Do?”

  Wow. You’d seen an actual Zombie—he was upstairs, in your bedroom closet—and still the most unbelievable thing to happen to you was your ‘family’’s ability to immediately blame you. You hadn’t expected Eddie’s corpse to be the first suspect in their head, still, they’d seen your house ransacked—as you tried to escape your friendly deceased headbanger—with you nowhere in sight, and hadn’t been at all concerned for your wellbeing. God, they sucked.

  “Me?! I didn’t do this!”

  “Then who did!?” Laura screeched back and you found yourself getting angry.

  “The guy who broke in!” You shouted back and Laura immediately rolled her eyes. You could hear your dad say both of your names to calm you down, but you were growing tired of him, too. Like Eddie, he seemed to be missing parts of his body. Noticeably, his goddamn spine.

  “Really? You expect us to believe that after last night? The smashing of the mirror, my precious moments figurines? Muffin, your daughter is out of control. She destroyed my house!”

  “Do you ever use those creepy eyeballs stuck in your skull?” You found yourself blurting out, “Does it look like any part of my body came crashing through that window?!” You pointed aggressively in the direction of the livingroom, where glass littered the floor. It was too much for just an object to have been thrown through and your body had no cuts, nothing to show from possibly jumping through it.

  “Mom, if sissy was attacked─” Chrissy tried, her her mother was having none of it.

  “Attacked? Who would want to attack her? She’s invisible, taking up space!” Laura was practically hysterical as she gathered pieces of her broken dishes, “That’s why she’s acting out, can’t you see? She’s recreating the crime scene that got her so much attention and you’re all falling for it!”

  The woman was crying, mascara smearing around her eyes as her angry glare was once more directed to you, and you found yourself shrinking and hurt at the accusations, “You need serious help. You’re crazy and a danger to us all!”

  “I think you might be mistaking me for your psyche.” You mumbled before turning your attention to your father with pleading eyes, “Daddy, there was a home invasion! I tried to call the police, but as soon as I heard him, I ran up to hide in my room.”

  “She needs help, institutional treatment.” Laura hissed into your father’s ear as as though she was the devil on his shoulder.

  “Daddy…”

  “Mom, sissy’s not a nut, we can’t send her to the looney bin!” 

  You wanted to scream. All this talk about you being insane, and there was a literal walking corpse upstairs who could disprove that. You just weren’t willing to sacrifice Eddie for yourself. 

  “Dad, I’m not crazy. Okay? Last night was just a mirror, and tonight someone broke in. There’s a huge difference between the two, I’m not crazy.” You tried to reason, desperate to not get shipped off to some mental ward. 

  Your dad appeared sympathetic, “No one is calling you crazy, sweetheart.”

  ”I did.” Laura guffawed at your father siding with you.

  “She did, I heard her.” Chrissy confirmed, frowning at her mother.

  “No, Chris. Your mother’s just upset, she’d never say something like that and mean it.” You watched with disgust as he pulled Laura into his arms. It was more than you could stomach so you stormed out of the dining room, making a retreat for your room.

  You were on your own. Your father had just proved that. Laura could say anything to you, treat you like crap, starve you and he wouldn’t ever step in, just continue being his wishy washy self. If it had been him and not your mother that night, you wouldn’t be suffering like this. 

  You’d have a loving parent. 

  You quietly shut your bedroom door once you made it in, leaning your forehead against it as a tear slipped from the corner of your eye. Emotions were something you tried to embrace, but crying because of your family felt…wrong. Like something you shouldn’t have to do. 

  Wiping your face, you realized more tears would be coming. Tonight was meant for crying. So, you slipped into bed, tears leaking steadily down your temples to seep into your hair and pillows. You were so hurt and you wanted to sob, but you were conscious of the dead guy in your closet. What if he heard you?

  With a stuttering breath, you peered over at the closet to see the doors barely open and Eddie peaking out at you.

  You rolled onto your side, back facing him to hide your tear stained face and weakness as you thought about how loud you and Laura had been downstairs. He’d probably heard what she said about you.

  It was one thing to be treated the way you were, it felt extra pathetic to have someone bear witness to it. 

  The closet doors closed quietly behind you and just as you did every night, you squeezed your eyes shut, willing sleep to come so you could be done with the day and move onto the next, just solemnly trying to make it through life. 

  Maybe you and Eddie had more in common than you originally thought. Maybe you were a zombie, too.

  When your alarm blared from your nightstand, rousing you from sleep—the only peace you ever seemed to get—you stumbled out of bed almost blindly, eyes heavily lidded with exhaustion as you yanked your closet doors open.

  A garment was immediately thrown over your head, covering your face and you remembered your current house guest.

  With a sigh, you yanked the clothing off your head, balled it up and threw it back at Eddie, “Dude, I have to get dressed. I have class today.”

  Eddie grumbled, un-balling the little black dress and holding it up for you. It was the dress Chrissy had bought on sale and then given to you when she came to the conclusion that black washed her out and she looked much better in pastels.

  “I’m not wearing that, not so much my style.” You tried to push past Eddie, but he remained planted where he stood, grunting as he held the dress out to you once more.

  “Do I look like Madonna to you?” You asked, pushing the dress back towards him. Eddie groaned and threw the dress at your face again, closing the closet doors while you yanked it off your head, again.

  “We’re gonna have to have a conversation about your communication skills later.” You called through the door and fiddled with the dress, “Can I get a sweater or something to go along with this?”

  The closet doors were quickly opened and a new article of clothing was flung over your head before they closed. You’d just pulled the sweater off of your head when the doors opened once more and a hat was tossed at you.

  “Dang—anything else?”

  “Uuunggh.” Eddie moaned through the door, and you tried to pull at them but he must have been holding them shut from the otherside. 

  Resigned to your fate, you swapped out your pajamas for the outfit Eddie had apparently selected for you. He would navigate to the black clothing. You were unsure of it until you saw yourself in the mirror. Normally, your clothes weren't all that revealing. Form fitting—maybe, but never as attention drawing as this. You just figured you weren’t the type that could pull it off.

  You were wrong. 

  The dress hugged your figure in the most complimentary way. It was short, stopped mid-thigh, but it didn’t look awkward or make you feel like your vagina would be on display if you bent over, thanks to the lace of the bottom hem flaring out.

  For once, the girl in the mirror looked stunning. And when you did your makeup, taking your time to smoke a dark blue shadow out along your lash line and eyelids, she looked drop dead gorgeous. 

  You’d walked onto Campus with your head high, body rocking and a new found confidence that hadn’t quite made it’s way to the surface before. The heads turning in your direction were new and you found you kind of liked it, their gazes weren’t uninterested, scowls or looks of annoyance. They were appreciative, even from the straight girls!

  “Okay, am I seeing things or does your sister look drop dead gorgeous?” Tina asked, as Chrissy and her friends stood admiring you from the bench they were occupying.

  “You’ve got perfect 20/20 vision. She’d be unstoppable if she kept the confidence. Could probably even win pageants. Do you think she’d join cheer?”

  Eddie fiddled with one of your shoes, tugging on a shoestring in boredom. He was sat on the floor of your closet, light from your bedroom windows creeping in through the cracks of the doors. 

  You’d lectured him before you left for class, told him he had to stay put. Laura wouldn’t be leaving for her nurses’ conference until the afternoon, so she’d be lingering in the house and she’d have a cow if she stumbled upon him.

  So you’d pointed and lectured until he was creaking and groaning his compliance. 

  He’d stayed in the closet while you got dressed and, after you’d made sure Chrissy had already left, watched you do your makeup in the mirror while you chatted about the classes you had to take for the day.

  Eddie had listened, to the best of his ability with one ear, and stared at your reflection as the heavy sense of longing settled on his chest, crushing the heart that no longer beat but desperately wished to. For you.

  Death was not like he’d ever expected. No heaven, no hell. He was just…dead. Maybe it’d been the way he died. Perhaps, the suddenness of it, his lack of peace in life while living, or the fact that he was murdered, was the reason he saw neither heaven nor hell. He’d just been in a dark place. Literally, no source of light, no out of body experience, just darkness. For a while, it was tolerable, he’d heard Wayne’s voice comforting him. Telling him how much he loved him, how much he missed him. Then, nothing.

  Nothing for so long. Quiet. Silence, not at all a peaceful kind. He no longer existed in life and yet the silence was still somehow smothering. 

  Until one day, he wasn’t alone anymore. 

  You found him. 

  Talked to him all the time, laid with him, kept him company and said such wonderful things. Eddie had no idea how much he’d appreciate hearing about current news events as a dead guy.

  And while you kept him from feeling lonely, there was always a sadness to your presence. Broke his heart when you told him out of place you felt because he just wanted to claw his way out of his grave and tell you that no, you weren’t odd, you weren’t weird, you weren’t out of place. You were unique. You were the type of person he would have admired if he had been alive, different but not desperate to fit in. Just longed to be accepted.

  He understood the sentiment all too well. 

  Eddie understood you. And you had no idea who he was, had voiced as much to him, couldn’t come up with his identity because some fuckers had defaced his tombstone—of course they would—and yet, you knew exactly who Eddie was. Knew him to his very core.

  When you visited him, Eddie felt warm. He had no idea he could even feel things, other than the constant loneliness that had plagued him after Wayne’s presence disappeared, and before you.

  With you, it felt like you were right there with him, beside him. A warmth, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him in for some much needed comforting. How ironic that he finally found someone who could finally see him, and he couldn’t do anything about it because he was dead. 

  And when you had come to Eddie that fateful night, the sadness he always noticed about you was heavier. A new despair attached, one that had him desperate to get to you, comfort you as you’d done for him.

  I wish I was with you.

  You’d said it. Had said what Eddie had wanted to hear you say for so long, even before he was dead. Before he knew you. It had always been you he was waiting for. He was beginning to understand the universe was bigger than anything he could have imagined (and yeah, maybe universal studios was the first thing that came to mind when he was alive), was positive the heartache he went through was necessary if it led him to you. Eddie could have done without the murder—there was no undoing that. Except, there kind of was. And it happened with a strike of lightning.

  Unlike the many times he wanted to before, he’d actually been able to open his eyes, break out of his coffin and dig his way out of his own grave. 

  Eddie had had a major breakdown, freaking out at just about everything regarding returning from the dead after he’d broken through that final layer of thick terrain, minutely softened by some light rain from the storm. He had first tried to go home, only to find himself face to face with an unfamiliar mobile home set up on Wayne’s lot. A peek into the window revealed a couple. 

  No sign of his uncle.

  It filled him with a sense of panic and he’d needed something—someone to stabilize him, keep him grounded. 

  Eddie was sure he was tied to you. Not only because of the unique bond you shared, he also felt a pull to you. Just some intense instinct. 

  He knew where to go after.

  Your welcome hadn’t exactly been as warm as the grave hangouts—he didn’t blame you, his vocal chords were useless to him for the time being, meaning he couldn’t explain himself as you shrieked and flung dishes at him (and he was impressed) and fled from him. He could make sounds, so Eddie suspected he had the ability to talk, just lacked the healthy cords due to years of non-use to them, what with him being dead and all. 

  Eddie’s case was definitely not helped when he’d broken your fall—he was freaking the fuck out about you dangling from the roof like that—and you’d pressed on him stomache when you landed on him. 

  He hadn’t meant to…y’know…spit all that up on you, it just happened and he immediately wanted to die right after, just roll right back into his grave, he was so fucking embarrassed.

  Projectile vomited on the girl you’re tryna romance, Munson. Nice.

  Then, you hadn’t been attacking him, tugging him along to your room instead where you immediately told him you were just using dark humor to cope and didn’t actually want to be with him.

  Probably something you should have clarified for him before he returned from the dead to be with you, but whatever. He wasn’t mad about it. Just a little bit heartbroken. Definitely didn’t stink up your closet with a little cry sesh while you were at college. Totally didn’t smell like Cherry Bubbles (how is that a scent?) from the bathroom spray he’d had to limp out to grab in an effort to hide the scent of his rotting body tears.

  Now, he was just confused. Had no idea what the hell to do. Thinking on it, it had obviously been stupid as fuck to think you’d want him when he was literally a dead body. Couldn’t exactly stroll down the street, holding his one hand without garnering a few odd looks and arrests. 

  So, what could he do now? Sit in the closet and think about everything. Try to remember everything about his last moments alive—and when it had him wheezing in the closet, cowering in the dark, he’d switched to thinking about his uncle. Concerned. Wondering what had happened to him. When that subject, too, began to promise a panic attack—he switched to thinking about you, and oh how he ached in a different way. You were right there, in reach for him and yet the two of you couldn’t be. 

  The most frustrating part is how good the two of you could be for each other, and Eddie literally couldn’t talk you into giving it a chance, couldn’t even flirt with you. 

  He had some mad rizz when given the opportunity, a body that wasn’t stiff as hell and a fucking voice. Eddie knew he’d be able to get you all shy and cute, similar to how you were when you talked about what you thought he was like back at the cemetery. 

  FUCK. What the hell? Life wasn’t fair to him, death wasn’t fair to him, now life as some zombie wasn’t gonna be fair to him?

  What kind of fucked up existance was this?!

  All because of some stupid fucking lightning that—

  Lightning. Eddie perked up, theories racing through him. If it had brought him back from the dead, maybe it could do more. Before he could think on it further, he heard your door open and froze. 

  It was too soon for you to be home. You said you’d be back in the afternoon, after Laura had left. 

  Eddie heard a scoff.

  “How has it gotten even worse in here?” Laura mumbled to herself. 

  Eddie scowled, as he heard her footsteps enter your room, could hear her padding around. 

  The fuck was she doing in here?

  It was a risk, Eddie pushed the closet door open, just enough to give him a crack to peep through. 

  Your stepmom was in some sort of jazzercise outfit—ugh, of course she did jazzercise. The blonde woman was currently rummaging through your drawers, looking amongst your belongings. 

  She was invading your privacy.

  If Eddie had blood flowing through his veins, it would have been boiling. 

  He’d heard what she said last night, how she berated you. Accusing you of using your mother’s murder to seek attention.

  And the other members of your family weren’t speaking up nearly enough to defend you. He was surprised that Chrissy—small town for Cunningham to be the Chrissy you’d been telling him about—even tried to defend you but she should have been putting her mother in her place. She hadn’t come up to check on you, either. 

  Eddie had a few things he wished he could say to Laura Cunningham, tell her exactly where she could shove her stupid figurines and verbal abuse. 

  If she was searching for something, Laura didn’t find it. She slammed one of your drawers shut, eyed your sketches pinned to your wall with disgust before speed walking out of your room. When she passed the closet, Eddie took notice of the headphones over her ears, could hear whatever she was listening to, Walkman probably set to the loudest volume.

  Eddie’s mouth chipped up into a smirk that kind of hurt his face. He opened the closet door fully, stumbling out to poked his head out of your bedroom doorway just in time to see your stepmom disappear down the stairs.

  Eddie followed, steps loud and uneven. Laura didn’t notice his presence, too engrossed in whatever she was listening to and occupied with her own ego. Looked to be cleaning up the place before her little trip. 

  Laura disappeared into the kitchen, well out of view of the living room so Eddie stumbled in, eyeing the pristine setting. The place looked impeccable, spotless, antiques everywhere that Eddie just knew the old bat was dying to have people ask about so she could name drop and be as haughty as possible.

  Eddie could wreck all of this in no time, and he would if he didn’t know she’d immediately blame you for it. He still felt guilty you’d been chewed out for the mess he made. 

  Bitch.

  Eddie heard her returning, so he hid behind the wall, waiting a few moments before he peered around it and across the foyer, into the dinning room where she was seated after having fixed herself something. Laura still had the headphones on, so Eddie took that as the all clear to continue exploring.

  He spotted a family portrait hung over the fireplace, a seemingly picture perfect family was displayed. A man he assumed to be your father loomed over Laura and Chrissy, one hand on each of their shoulders. Eddie barely glanced at them before you pulled all of his attention. You were stunning, light catching the highlights of your face, lips parted just enough to encourage a pout. Your hair was wild in comparison to the other women in the portrait—Eddie loved it. You looked like you belonged on an album cover for some rock band, even with the sorrow swirling around in your eyes. Your unwavering melancholic stare pinned Eddie, and he could feel himself getting protective over you again. You must have been miserable that day. 

  See, if he had been around, he could have easily cheered you up. Snuck over on the day in question. Laura would have hated his fucking guts—Eddie wouldn’t have minded being the boyfriend your stepmom didn’t approve of.  Horsing around behind the little photo shoot set up to get you smiling, get those pretty eyes of yours twinkling before whisking you the hell out of there once they got the money shot.

  He rolled his eyes, grumbling to himself as he turned away from the past that never was. Couldn’t have (he’d already been dead), should have (but couldn’t) and would have. In a heartbeat.

  His posture worsened under the weight of his own despair, sulking with it until he spotted an acoustic guitar, tucked in the corner and resting on a stand.

  “Mm?” Eddie tilted his head in curiosity before making his way over. It was difficult to do, but he managed to settle the neck of it in the crook of the arm lacking a hand, and strummed with his stiff fingers, pleased to find that it was already tuned. 

  He plucked a couple more chords, stopping once to adjust a peg. Then the doorbell rang and Eddie’s eyes widened. He fumbled to place the guitar back on its stand and plaster himself against the wall as Laura got up to answer it, having apparently been able to hear it ring but not his guitar playing.

  “Yes?” Laura asked as she opened the door, impatience soaking through her tone.

  “Carpet cleaning.” A man’s voice stated, sounding bored beyond measure. 

  “Carpet Cleaning? My carpet is so clean you can lick the fibers.” God, was your stepmom ever not insufferable? The carpet cleaner salesman seemed to be thinking the same thing and Eddie figured he had to be annoyed with his work day already to say what he did next.

  “I doubt the one downstairs is.” The salesman snorted and Eddie would have snickered if he could as he heard Laura let out an affronted and embarrassed gasp. 

  “EXCUSE ME?!” 

  The guy must have turned tail because Laura was stepping out after him, yelling as she closed the front door behind her. 

  Eddie eyed the bowl she’d been eating from, curiosity getting the better of him as he stumbled over to inspect it. Spaghetti.

  He shouldn’t….But what was the point of being a dead corpse if he couldn’t use dead guy powers for good?

  It only took a little effort, Eddie successfully gagged and heaved until a warm that had been lurking in his stomach came out, dropping out of his mouth to wiggle around in Laura’s lunch. Eddie watched as it disappeared between the noodles and sauce, satisfaction filling him.

  Served the hag right.

  With justice served, Eddie made his way back upstairs to your room. He’d just made it to your doorway when he heard Laura return. He waited a few more moments for her to sit down, settle herself, twirl some spaghetti around her fork and put it in her mouth.

  Eddie was beginning to think the worm had made its way to the very bottom of the bowl when Laura let out a high pitched scream. 

  That one was for you.

  Eddie smirked and walked back into your room, quietly closing the door behind him.

  You had two classes for the day, back to back so as to not have to stay on campus longer than necessary, and both classes were pleasant. There hadn’t been any change in the materials covered or anything, eyes just kept attempting to discreetly take you in, which you caught from your peripheral vision. 

  While you enjoyed the new attention your attire and the way you carried yourself brought you, you quickly realized it wasn’t something you needed. What you needed was to feel good about yourself and for once in your life, you did. 

  You were absolutely giddy, and you felt so badass somehow, was this what Chrissy and her friends felt like all the time? Maybe putting effort into your appearance wasn’t just a load of crap dispelled onto ugly people by the conventionally attractive. 

  Regardless, you were strutting your way to the library, eager to turn in some books, make Steve Harrington’s jaw drop, then run back home to Eddie so you could thank him profusely for not having fugly taste.

  Once you made it to the library, you noticed no one was at the front desk. Steve must have been putting some books back on their shelves.

  No problem, more time to prepare yourself, maybe run through some possible conversations so you wouldn’t go stupid at the sight of his gorgeous face.

  Your bag hit the ground with a thud, thanks to the weight of the hardcovers within it and you bent down at the waist to rummage through it, placing one heavy hardcover book, two heavy hardcover books, three heavy hardco—

  “You got the rest of the library in there, Mary Poppins?”

  You snapped back up, whipping around just in time to see Steve’s gaze rise from where your ass had been unknowingly on display, to meet your eyes, his honey brown ones swirling with warmth.

  Oh, god. Just play it cool.

  “Just some tampons and some chips.” 

  Leave. Walk out. Save face.

  “No chocolate for that time of the month?” He asked, leaning up against the desk, rather than going around it to handle your returns. Steve wanted to talk to you. He’d been eyeing your ass and now he was making small talk. 

  You were going for it. 

  “Craving a different kind of sweet thing right now.” You leaned in, just as he had at the tailor’s yesterday. You were laying it on thick, sure. It worked though. Steve leaned in, too, and you clocked the tick of his eyebrow. Interest. Holy shit—things were finally looking up for you.

  “I’ve got some starbursts in my car,” Chrissy chirped, materializing out of thin air to stand in front of you and Steve. 

  You almost knocked down the books you’d stacked on the desk, cursing under your breath. “Geez, Chrissy.”

  “Hi.” She grinned at you, her darling crooked teeth gleaming before she was fixing Steve with a stern look, “Sorry, I need to talk to my sister. Preferably, alone.”

  “I’m not exactly gonna run to the gossip columns about anything.” He mused, exchanging an amused look with you but you couldn’t really hear anything going on around you because Steve Harrington was flashing you smiles around Chrissy, your pretty and practically perfect step-sister, and not her. You’d entered another dimension and you did not want to leave. All you could do was smile back at him, like some infatuated idiot while your fingers reached up to pick at your lower lip.

  “That may be so, but I think it’s best if she hangs around a good crowd.” Somehow, Chrissy had wedged herself between you and Steve, standing protectively in front of you with her arms crossed. She was about as intimidating as a pomeranian. Still, it was endearing to have someone act like they cared about you.

  “And the library is just full of Neanderthals, is that what you’re implying?” Steve leaned both elbows back on the desk, gesturing out to the few students—most meek in appearance—occupying the area.

  “I was thinking more of creepy librarians, high school peakers, and former playboys.” Chrissy shot back and you nudged her, hissing out her name. The protective thing was nice, just not when she was trying to scare away the man you’d be making your boyfriend.

  “Golden coming from you, of all people, your royal highness, the Queen of Hawkins High; former head cheerleader and Miss Hawkins of ‘87, but not ‘88 and I’m pretty sure Heather Holloway won again this year, so looks like we both don’t have a lot going on, do we?” Steve was smug, shooting you a wink that made your heart melt and drip down your sternum.

  Steam was practically blowing out of Chrissy’s ears, “Shoo fly, don’t bother us.” 

  Steve rolled his eyes before they fixed on you, past Chrissy’s head, “I’ll see you later okay? Thanks for bringing your books back on time.”

  You giggled, still staring at him as Chrissy began to tug you away, “Until the next time, I guess?”

  Steve held your stare, smirk softening into a smile, “I’ll be waiting.”

  It was easy for Chrissy to guide you out after that. You were floating. Light as a feather and high on life.

  “You are the only girl I know who can survive a spiked drink and still want to have anything to do with the guy.” Chrissy sighed in exasperation as the two of you loitered by the drinking fountain, “There’s like at least four other guys here who would date you, sissy! Don’t waste your time on that one.”

  Okay. Only four other guys? Ouch. “Steve didn’t spike it. Carol did.”

  “And she’s always following him around like some sad little mutt. Better to just stay away.”

  You scowled, mood souring. One afternoon. You couldn’t have just one afternoon where you felt good about yourself without someone bringing you down. You knew Chrissy meant well, but in that moment, she was pissing you off. 

  She seemed to pick up on the shift of your attitude, changing the subject, “After practice, I’m gonna go out tonight. Some of the girls want to go bowling and then have a little kick back. Cover for me?”

  How very much like Chrissy to insult you in the name of protectiveness, and then ask you for a favor. She still cared more about you than your own flesh and blood, so, “I thought your mom was gonna be away for a few days in Akron.”

  “She is, but daddy’s not. And he’s way too overprotective, I can’t even sneeze without him bursting into my room to ask me what’s wrong. He always wants to know where I’m going, argues with me when I try to go out late—it’s so annoying.”

  All you could think about were the many times you’d said goodbye to him as you left the house at whatever hour you wanted while he mumbled a bye and read whatever magazine he was reading or watched TV. 

  You tried to consider it a good thing that he let you be so independent, yet something in you ached, sure he simply didn't care enough for you. Not like he did Chrissy, and he’d known you longer, all your life. 

  “Oh. Uhm, I think he works late today, anyway. I’ll cover if he asks, but I’m sure you’re good.”

  Chrissy perked up, pulling you into a tight hug, “You are the best! I knew I was gonna love having you as a sister. I’ll see you later, okay?”

  Chrissy didn’t wait for your reply, practically bouncing down the hallway and you sighed. 

  At least you’d have some peace and quiet, maybe you could get Eddie into better shape too, and you’d get to tell him about your day!

  With your classes done, you made your way to the parking lot, where Mystery waited for you. 

  You slid the back door of the Volkswagen open, tossing your bag in before sliding the door shut and climbing into the driver's seat of the bus. Then you started your mantras and manifestations, gripping the key with a sweaty palm before you were sticking it into the ignition and turning it with bated breath.

  She roared to life and you sagged back in your seat, bones like jelly knowing you piece of crap bus was still kicking.

  It was the biggest lemon of a car you’d ever seen, carried around jugs of coolant in the back because it had to be refilled almost every time you started it.

  But it was yours.

  When you pulled up to the house to see Laura’s car was gone, you felt yet another weight lifted off your shoulders. You were completely free to be you. Snatching your bag from the back, you made a run for your house, quickly unlocking the door before stampeding up the stairs. 

  You burst into your bedroom, chest heaving to find it in normal condition and no Eddie around. Frowning, you tossed your bag on the floor, beside your bed, and made your way over to the closet, yanking the doors open.

  Eddie peered up at you from his position on the floor, rocking an old feather boa of yours.

  “Eddie, I told you you were free to roam once Laura left. You don’t have to stay cramped in there all day when no one is around.” You offered him a hand and helped hoist him when you took it, “You wouldn’t believe the day I had—you’ve got stellar taste, by the way.”

  “Uuungh?”

  You reached under your bed, snatching an old Easter basket out that you used to hide your snacks. After you settled on the bed, you patted the spot next to you, and Eddie hobbled his way over, grunting as he settled onto the cushy comforter.

  “I know I was grumpy this morning. I’m sorry, you were right. The dress was a hit!” You exclaimed, ripping a bag of sour gummy worms open. The pink end was clenched between your teeth as you bit it off, bag of sweet and sour treats held out to Eddie as an offering.

  Eddie reached into the bag, attempting to crook his fingers enough to hook one. You watched the leathery skin between his brows pull—if you had blinked, you would have missed it—as he struggled to free his hand from the bag, shaking it a little until you pinched the bottom firmly, allowing him to pull it out.

  “Unngh.” He grunted in thanks. 

  As Eddie moved onto the challenge of getting the gummy worm to his mouth, you went back to telling him about your day, “I mean, god—all I did was put on a little dress and I felt kind of invincible. Not to mention Steve Harrington seemed to like it.”

  Eddie froze, gummy worm hanging out of his mouth, “Mm?”

  “Steve Harrington, did’ ya know him?” You asked, steamrolling right on as if you hadn’t, “Talk about winning the genetic pool—that man is so fine. We talked a little at that party I told you about, and before I did drugs, he was being so nice to me. And I didn’t look as hot as I do now, so I was hoping for a reaction out of him—BOY did I get it.”

  You let out a dreamy sigh, recalling the way Steve had leaned into your straightforward flirting.

  “He’s kind, funny, and sometimes he even has good book recommendations. He’s like the total package and I think he might actually like me.”

  You paused your ranting to look over at Eddie. If you didn’t already know his face was stuck like that, you would have thought he was scowling. 

  “You got a little…” Reaching a hand up to cup his jaw, your thumb lifted the gummy worm hanging out of his mouth the rest of the way up. Eddie’s cracked lips parted, just enough for you to press the rest of it in, then he chewed slowly, face not even twitching to clue you in on his emotions. 

  “There.” Your hand dropped back into your lap as you perked up, “I wanna assume he’s better than the other horndogs who popped woodies just because I wore a dress and flashed some leg.”

  You stuck out your leg to demonstrate, the dress slipping even further up your thigh as you held it out, smooth (mostly, she was a little prickly but no one would notice unless they were stroking it) skin on display under some fishnet stockings.

  Eddie let out a pained sounding groan, which you figured meant he was agreeing with you about the rest of the male population. 

  “Yeah. Well, I think everything’s gonna work out perfectly. Even if Chrissy keeps butting into my love life like some fairy chastity-mother. God—I just, I’ve never been close to actually having something I wanted before, you know?”

  Eddie whined from behind closed lips, holding up the wrist that lacked his hand. 

  “What?” You asked, glancing down at the scarf wrapped around it. Eddie reached up with his fucked up fingers to point at where his ear should have been and it clicked for you, “Eddie, I can’t pull an extra hand and ear outta my ass. I wish I could, but I don’t have spare human parts lying around like pieces of a vacuum.”

  Eddie whined again and this time you could actually see his lips pulling down, frowning.

  “I told you I wish I could, but I can’t! I don't know how to get people parts and I don’t exactly have the black market on speed dial. Besides—you’re fine like this, I mean what are you able to do as walking dead guy anyways?”

  “MUUUUNGGGHHHH!” Eddie groaned, loud and obviously upset as he dramatically flung himself back on the bed hard enough to shake it.

  “Hey!” You snapped, fearful for your bed frame, “Chill out dude—don’t act all coked out!”

  He turned his head, face miserable but before you could continue your scolding, you heard your name called upstairs.

  Laura.

  “SHIT, hide!” Eddie stumbled up and barely even had the chance to turn around before you shoved him into your closet, shutting the doors.

  You’d barely stepped away when Laura burst into your room. She was dressed in her nurse uniform, complete with the stupid hat, yet there was something off with her. Her skin had a grayish tint to it, she looked clammy, eyes and nostrils red with irritation and her mascara was running. Laura Cunningham looked just as terrible on the outside as she was inside.

  And for once, she scared you.

  “Laura! I thought you were headed out of town for your trip.” Laura’s stare was even colder than you’d ever seen it, unnaturally icy blue eyes both vacant and filled with a deranged sort of rage. You expected her pupils to turn into slits any second, it would be the last physical trait she’d need to resemble a demon.

  Stepmother from hell, indeed.

  “Mmm, I’m sure you were looking forward to that,” Her voice was soft, almost gentle and nothing about it was kind. It was as if to coax you forward to her, lull you into a sense of ease before striking. You were reminded of the anglerfish, and the glow of their fin ray. They used it to draw unsuspecting prey towards the light before they were devoured. 

  You took a small step back. She took one forward.

  “I suppose I’ll just have to attend next year, I’ll be skipping the conference this year. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to do much learning or networking with my head plastered in a toilet bowl. I seem to have come down with something. Do you know what my symptoms are?” She asked, voice so sugary sweet and thick. 

  “Uhm. I-I’ve been on my period. Maybe we synced?” You hated how small your voice sounded.

  Laura’s lips pressed into a thin, cruel smile, “No. I haven’t been throwing up with a cramping stomach because of my period. I’ve been vomiting non-stop because a little slut under my roof is trying to kill me. And do you know who that psychotic little tramp is?”

  Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth parting in shock. Did your stepmother just call you a slut?

  “ANSWER ME WHEN I AM TALKING TO YOU!” She bellowed, making you jump and gasp. You’d never heard Laura raise her voice like that, it dropped several octaves and she was staring at you with nothing but pure hatred burning in her eyes.

  All you could do was shake your head. You were terrified, but you weren’t about to play her game. You were neither a slut nor a tramp and it was clear, regardless of what you’d say or do, she’d be unleashing her wrath upon you.

  Laura chuckled without humor, “You really are just a stupid, insignificant bitch, aren’t you? I open up my home to you and you do nothing but cause trouble every time I so much as turn my head. I have been nothing but kind to you, even after you wrecked my home. I’ve been an angel. But putting worms in my food?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about, I didn’t touch your food, I just got home from classes. An—And I didn’t ask for any of this, I didn’t ask to move here.” You could see tears beginning to blur your vision, welling up and threatening to cascade over your lower lashes. They didn’t. You refused to cry in front of her. Refused to give her that satisfaction. 

  “Oh, please.” Laura scoffed, looking at you in bewilderment, “Did you want to stay in the house where your mother was sliced and diced? Was that a comfort for you?”

  “You know that’s not what I meant, I didn't want to start my life over in some town full of ignorant people.” You gritted out, hand clenching the bag of gummy worms.

  “Ignorant people, and yet—you still don’t fit it in. Telling isn’t it?”

  Despite your fear, you felt your own rage starting to build within you and before you could stop yourself, you spat out “What do you care? You never wanted me here. You just wanted my dad here in your clutches and you knew that wouldn’t happen if we hadn’t moved. He would have never chosen you over my mom.”

  Laura sneered, “It’s not much of a choice when she’s rotting in some coffin, six feet under, is it? I’m sure she’s relieved to be done with you and all the disgusting things you do for attention.”

  “Shut up!” You demanded, seething now as the devil incarnate dared to speak about your mother in such a disrespectful manner. Laura was only able to sleep in a bed alongside your father—wear that tacky ring on her finger because your mother had tragically lost her life. 

  Laura wouldn’t be but a mosquito in the room if your mother were alive.

  You hadn’t been expecting the strike that came next, hadn’t been prepared for Laura to pull her arm back and swing it forward, cracking your cheek so hard you almost spun. You yelped, hand reaching up to press against the skin of your cheek, feeling it throb and sting under your touch.

  She fucking hit you. You gaped at her in disbelief and Laura didn’t look remotely apologetic.

  “I am beyond tired of you and I am not going to wait until some maniac guts me to be rid of you. Especially when you’re already a threat to my life. No. I won’t stand for it, so I took it upon myself to begin your admittance to Hawkins National Psychiatric Center.

  Your blood ran cold as images of the unsettling ‘center’ flooded your mind. You’d heard of it before, horror stories told amongst your peers. A psych ward. And Laura Cunningham was going to have you committed. 

  “No, please. No.” You whispered, voice laced with fear.

  “It’s for the good of everyone,” Laura began, leering over you. “You don’t belong here. Your place is locked up, solitary confinement where no one will have to see you ever aga—

  THUNK.

  Laura let out the smallest of gasps.

  You watched the unsettling blue of her eyes give away to whites and red veins as they rolled to the back of her head, her body going limp as she tipped forward and fell face first to the ground. Your mouth dropped open as you watched her collapse, gurgling and twitching on the ground for just a few seconds before she went still. Then your gaze flitted to Eddie, who stood tall with your old sewing machine clutched in his hand, a corner stained red. 

  Your eyes flashed back down to Laura, and they widened in size when the pink of your carpet began to turn a bright red, blood seeping out of her skull to pool around her head and soak into the floor.

  Eddie made a grunt that sounded more so like a noise of satisfaction and tossed the sewing machine back into the closet. 

  You heard them before you saw them. Eddie had found the small pair of scissors included with your sewing machine and clipped them in the air before he bent down. You could only watch, stunned silent and with morbid curiosity as Eddie snipped your stepmother’s ear off.

  “Oh, god…” You finally found your voice, eyes darting anywhere else to avoid seeing the skin severed. You breathing became labored, chest rising and falling rapidly as you staved off a panic attack while your undead friend cut the ear from Laura’s dead body.

  Eddie held it up in triumph, like it was some sort of medal rather than a human ear.

  “Wha─? Why─?” You couldn’t even finish a sentence and Eddie must have noticed how distraught you were. He rose from the floor, stepping over Laura’s body to pull you into his arms and despite what had just occurred, you returned the embrace; arm slipping under his to clutch at the back of his shoulder, desperate for the comfort he was offering. His hand rubbed circles over your back and you leaned your cheek against Eddie’s shoulder, stare never once leaving Laura’s body as you whimpered.

  When he pulled back—just enough to be able to look at your face—he held the ear up, towards you.

  You knew exactly what he was asking you to do.

  ”Eddie…I—I can’t. I can’t do that…We have to bury the body first.” You placed a hand on his chest, leaning into him again as you both turned your heads to stare at someone who was no longer a problem for you. For the first time, in a very long time, you felt safe.

  Eddie had rescued you.

Moving the body was surprisingly easy. You’d expected Eddie’s limbs to be fragile for some reason, a foolish thought considering he’d so easily crashed through your window that first night. Eddie actually possessed a great deal of strength, easily lifting Laura’s body—wrapped in sheets—and carrying her downstairs. 

  Movement seemed to be getting easier for him, limbs that had been out of use for years returning to life and unstiffening just as he had. If his arms could support Laura’s body with no problem, you wondered what had happened to his missing hand in the first place.

  You made sure the coast was clear before you pulled your bus up the driveway and Eddie placed the body in the back. It obviously hadn’t been strapped down, so while you drove to the cemetery, Laura’s body was rolling around, banging against the sides of the Volkswagen. Eddie just turned up the music you’d been playing.

  The cemetery was vacant, thanks to the relatively early time of the day. Most people still hadn’t gotten off of work yet, which made this easy for you and Eddie. It wasn’t the most respectful thing to do—you were just out of options. A grave had already been dug out, for some poor recently deceased soul (not Laura, she could go to hell), so, the two of you had quite literally dumped Laura’s body into the empty hole and covered her with a layer of dirt so she’d go unnoticed when they’d lower the coffin, of whoever’s grave this was, into it. 

  After the deed was done, the two of you stood side-by-side, staring into it. 

  “Is death comforting?” You asked, breaking the silence. Eddie didn’t answer, didn’t even grunt, so you turned your head to the side to find him already staring at you. 

  He shook his head. 

  “Good. C’mon.” You gave the burial plot, now and forever housing Laura, an extremely and aggressively disrespectful finger, and tugged Eddie back to the bus. He went willingly after kicking some more dirt into it.

  When the two of you returned home—after you briefly stopped for ice cream while Eddie waited in the bus—you’d gotten straight to work; Eddie’s head in your lap as you sewed the ear into place.

  While you threaded the needle through the skin, Eddie waited patiently, thumb playing with your fishnets. Once you knotted the string and used your teeth to nip off the excess, you admired your work. 

  Good stitching, secure and it wouldn’t fall off. The coloring was a bit odd, skin appearing obviously more lively than Eddie’s dull gray-green tint. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.

  “Done.” You announced, hands resting on the mattress at your sides. Slowly, Eddie rose to a sitting position, head shifting around to face you, “What’s the survey say? Ear any good? Hear anything?”

  Those big, deep brown, baby cow eyes of his looked despondent as he shook his head. 

  “Mm-mm.”

  You sighed, feeling a bit despondent yourself. He’d saved you from a life of medicated compliance and padded walls, and you couldn’t even get the human ear you’d stitched to the side of his head to work. You felt guilty knowing you couldn’t make him whole again, as he so desperately wanted to be. Couldn’t be his blue fairy.

  You reached your fingers up, tips brushing alongside the soft outer edge of his ear. How funny that an appendage that had once belonged to the nastiest person you’d ever encountered, a woman who hated your very existence, was now endearing because it was a part of the guy before you. Your friend. Your protector. What had taken place that afternoon would no doubt lead to trouble, but you knew Eddie hadn’t acted out of malice. 

  He’d simply wanted to help you. And—okay, yes, he got an ear out of it, but it didn’t work. What mattered is that you weren’t alone anymore. You had someone that actually cared about you. Enough to kill for you, even. 

  It felt…like you mattered to someone.

  “I’m sorry.” You mumbled in disappointment, “I really did think it was gonna work, too. Guess Laura’s still useless, even when she’s dead.”

  Your hand dropped back into your lap as the two of you simultaneously heaved out sighs. 

  “At least you have something there, you know?” You tried to see the positive side, keep Eddie happy, “Like nipples with boob jobs. The dial doesn’t work but you can still turn the knob.” 

  He made a humming sound, contemplating the analogy, weighing it as his head tilted this way and that way. 

  “Maybe it’ll catch up with you later, like the rest of your body. Don’t think I haven’t noticed you getting better at moving around.” You teased, nudging your shoulder playfully against his.

  Eddie stiffened and you thought you might have offended him, “I mean—I’m not paying super duper close attention or anything, I just like to watch you—It’s not like I see a living dead guy every day.”

  “Unngh.” Eddie seemed to pay no attention to your word vomiting, pointing at a sharpie on your nightstand. 

  “What? This?” You reached over and snagged it, offering it to him. He carefully took it from your hands, his hardened fingers brushing over your soft ones, and awkwardly popped the cap off with his thumb. 

  Your eyebrows shot up as Eddie began doodling on the skin of your hand near your thumb and index finger. 

  “Why did I think you were illiterate?” You mused aloud and Eddie briefly stopped to glare at you and grunted, unamused, “You can’t blame me, you could have picked up a pen and paper this entire time, hell—I have an Etch A Sketch you could have been using instead of making me decipher your ‘uuunnngghhss’.” You did your best impression of his zombie grunting and he put the sharpie between his thighs so he could flick the cap at you. 

  Like an expert dodger, you lifted your hand just in time for it to bounce off your palm as you giggled and he went back to finishing up his little doodle. 

  A lightning bolt. 

  Your lips pulled into a soft smile as you admired it, something warm pooling in your belly. It was cute and there was something very attractive to you about walking around with Eddie’s little sketch on you.

  An Eddie Was Here, if you will.

  And then it hit you. Lightning.

  “OH.”

  Eddie grunted, pleased that you’d picked up on what he was trying to convey.

  “But how are we gonna…” You trailed off, brows furrowing as a montage of the two of you played in your head; sticking a metal rod in the ground with Eddie holding onto it as you waited for some approaching storm to electrocute him. The only problem was the weather forecast for the week predicted nothing but sunshine and clear, starry nights. No electrocution for the week. Unless…. “Oh my god.”

  You turned to Eddie, grinning almost maniacally, “I’m a genius.”

  Forty minutes later, you found yourself staring at your reflection in the vanity mirror Chrissy had set up inside the tan shack. It was softly aglow with pink and warm hued fairy lights, and neon blue coming from the tanning bed. One of her beauty pageant crowns was placed on your head, and you had to admit, it did make you feel pretty. It looked good on you, too. Huh. Maybe you should have done pageants, could have won one, even.

  Sparks flew from the tanning bed, some feet away, with Eddie inside of it. 

  It was the next best thing to actually being struck by lightning. Well, it was either the tanning bed or electrocuting him in the small pool with a plugged in radio, but you didn’t want to get wet.

  You grabbed a little fairy wand, no doubt part of one of Chrissy’s pageant costumes—probably Galinda—and posed with it, pleased with your reflection. Your hair was frizzy and it somehow added to your allure. 

  You could rock with this confidence thing for a while if it made you not hate yourself like usual. 

  The tanning bed’s buzzing whirled down until it was silent, save for a few random sparks, and the bed opened up, top lifting to reveal Eddie laying in a cloud of smoke, wearing those little goggles you’d insisted on to protect those pretty eyes of his.

  You got up to check on him, tapping his chest with the end of the wand, “You baked enough?”

  He groaned as he sat up and dinged his head on the top of the tanning bed and you flinched, dropping the wand.

  “Ooh, yeah, I’ve been there too.”

  Grabbing onto his hand, you helped pull him out of the tanning bed to sit on the edge and sat beside him, pushing the goggles up his large forehead and pinning away his bangs.

  Eddie didn’t say anything, just blinked sluggishly. He was baked alright, that voltage was no joke.

  “Eddie,” You leaned in to whisper in his ear. “Can you hear me in there?”

  No reaction. 

  “EDDIE MUNSON, CAN YOU HEAR ANYTHING I AM SAYING?!”

  To your amazement, Eddie flinched away from your shrieking, and with his face turned to you, you noticed he looked different, skin more…skin like. Not the leather you’d noticed before. He still hadn’t answered you, so you kept going, “IS THAT A YES—YEAH?”

  Eddie groaned out, face affronted as you continued to scream at him and your shrieking turned into screams of excitement. Eddie joined you in yelling (well, he tried, it was very loud groaning) when it dawned on him.

  It worked. Eddie Munsons had two working ears.

  “Oh my god!” You flung yourself at him and immediately jolted away when you got shocked. Eddie reached out for you, resting his hand on your shoulder, “No, it’s okay, that was on me. I got too excited, but oh my god! Eddie! It worked! We got you a working ear!” 

  You were beaming, felt like you’d cracked the secret of life. And it looked like Eddie was trying to smile at you, corners of his lips pulled up just a tad. 

  The two of you looked ridiculous, you with your frizzy hair, crown and fairy wand, and Eddie with his electrocuted hairdo, tanning goggles making his bangs look insane and a slightly discolored (actually, it was looking more like his skin tone now, bizarre) ear, with one earring and one hand.

  You glanced down at your arm; specifically, at Eddie’s arm resting against it. The one that lacked a hand.

  Well, you’d already started. 

  “I think I know someone who can give you a hand.”

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[cultofdixon]

Overwhelming Emotions

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • Loyalty was a huge thing with relationships at the start of this hell, and as the apocalypse continued…you find out who really cared and who didn’t. Others just took it differently than you did • SFW/ANGST/NSFW • TW: Cheating / Abuse / Injuries / Nightmares / Self Harm / Scars / Governor Violence / Terminus / Depression / Miscarriage

It’s hard to love in these times

Why?

Because. How do I know if it’s real or not?

Mm. You’ll know

~

The reunion was honestly tear jerking. Y/N watches as this sheriff that came into their group with the help of Glenn, reunite with his wife and son. She couldn’t be happier for them but her temporary happiness faded when the hand of her partner found its place on the back of her neck.

“See. This is why I didn’t have you go out the night everything went to shit. Had to keep yea close or who knows what could’ve grabbed you” Your boyfriend, Grey couldn’t help but squeeze the back of her throat. “Mm. Still need yea for certain things”

Maybe it was for your medical training as a surgical resident, or that you’re really intelligent.

No. He’s talking about your pu—-

“This is Y/N, our personal medic. And her boyfriend Grey” Her boyfriend. Yeah that’s a title he’s both proud and ashamed of whenever she’s brought up. She’ll pay for it later.

“Rick Grimes” He extends his hand seeing Y/N about to take it when Grey pushed her aside not dramatically but enough for him to notice as he took his hand instead. “Well. Thank god for yea around. Can’t wait to get to know you better”

“Same here. Now if you’ll excuse us” Grey smiles warmly to avoid any suspicion as he took Y/N over to their tent.

The two were observed the entire way back to their tent and not by Rick. But the archer that was about to find out the deer he’s been tracking has been taken by the undead. He may have not known them longer, but long enough to know she deserves better.

The night the small horde crawled in on their camp and started to do its damage. Daryl couldn’t believe what went down the second he arrived with the others after a failed rescue mission for his brother.

Grey suddenly trips Y/N for the advantage to get himself out alive. She was more panicked than anything trying to scramble to her feet as fast as she could with hatchet in hand. But as she fell back once again to the walker drawing close, she froze when the arrow went straight through its head. The walker topples over as the archer and medic locked eyes for a second both sighing from relief.

The next morning brought a lot of agony given the losses. Y/N frowns watching Andrea kneel over Amy’s dead body, understanding enough of what loss was like. But she felt awful for her friend. More awful about almost being sacrificed to the walkers by the love of her life but every negative thought that sparked in her mind faded when—

“Yer alright?”

Y/N looks up to find Daryl’s attention completely on her. “Yeah…”

“No bites?”

“No I’m…just shaken up is all” Y/N held herself for the moment as Daryl was about to ask another before stepping away when Grey made himself present sitting beside Y/N and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

“You good babe?”

“Mhm”

“Cool, cuz you almost died and that would’ve screwed us” Grey laughs a bit trying to lighten his own mood only to receive silent judgement and a death glare from not only Daryl but Rick and Shane.

He was never a crowd favorite.

The CDC was a temporary luxury…

Y/N was the first to enjoy the hot water since she slipped away from the group to avoid Grey joining her. But expecting him to come anyway, she was surprised to find Carol talking to her daughter right outside the door. She looks over to Y/N the second the door was open and winked before returning to the conversation with Sofia.

“We got stuck sharing a room with the Dixon guy”

“He’s not too bad, Grey” Y/N sighs fixing the bed as Grey scoffs laying on the bed before she even finished setting it up. “I’m gonna get water…” she states leaving shortly after watching Grey wave her off.

As Y/N was walking to the kitchen she heard the struggle that she could only make out to be Lori and without a second thought she entered the room. Shane quickly removed himself from Lori as it was clear what he was trying to do and what the two have done to make him act like such. Y/N just stared, no words were exchanged until Shane tried to explain.

“Get the fuck out”

“Y/N—“

“Leave or I tell Rick” Y/N threats Shane watching his face drop before leaving on that note. Lori frowns waiting for what Y/N has to say to her about it but all she did was leave on that note.

Y/N forgot about the water and couldn’t stop thinking about what she saw as she walks back to the room seeing the lights off. Both Daryl and Grey were fast asleep. She quietly crept in laying on the same mattress as her boyfriend, not being able to sleep immediately. But she really couldn’t sleep when Grey wrapped an arm around her too tight to move.

When the next morning came and few of those were met with a hangover, the clock on the wall held a smaller time than before. Which lead to Dr. Jenner explaining the reasoning and the doors locking.

“So we’re going to die in here” Grey states joining Shane and Daryl in trying to get the doors unlocked.

Y/N froze in her place feeling all sorts of things, but when the doors were open and the only obstacle was getting entirely out of the building…she weighed her options.

“Y/N let’s fucking go” Grey snaps grabbing her arm harshly only for her to pull away. “Jesus fucking Christ are you stupid? You’re gonna stay here?!” He yells in her face as Andrea watches the interaction while having one of her own with Dale.

“Leave. Live whatever life you want. I’m done…” Y/N frowns pulling away as Grey grabbed her by the back of the throat pulling her into him.

“You’ll be killing us. You’re useful because of that stupid training that took years of our lives before this shit happened. Really think before you fucking act” He pushes her off and sprinted to the lobby with the others.

When Daryl noticed no sign of Y/N when Grey went to help get the glass broken. He growls to himself dropping everything and running back to find Y/N curled against one of the computer tables.

“Yer not stayin’”

“Daryl—-“

“Stop it! I don’t wanna hear anything and I definitely don’t wanna hear what that bastard told yea. But you ain’t stayin’” Daryl frowns dropping to her level with a quick glance to the clock feeling his anxiety get the best of him. “You ain’t stayin’ not ‘cause we need your skills. You’re not stayin’ cuz I can’t let yea. I’m not leaving without yea” he frowns and before Y/N could even stand up, Daryl suddenly picks her up anxious over the time and sprinted with her clinging onto him.

After the CDC exploded, Grey pushed Daryl out of the way taking Y/N’s face into his hands. He was trying to read her expression when Grey did such but the way she practiced a neutral expression for times like these, drove him nuts a bit.

“Let’s get goin’. Find Fort Benning” Rick states waiting for everybody to load up.

But none of them calculated the next events to happen, losing Sofia and Carl getting shot.

At first, Rick wanted Lori. He wanted his wife in case things went south with Carl but then it clicked to him.

“Get Y/N. Get Y/N and don’t tell them nothin’ but have them follow” Shane informs Maggie as she sets off on her horse to grab the resident.

When Maggie arrived and spotted Y/N, it was clear that she was the one she was looking for. “There’s been an accident with one of your own. You’ll follow me but I need her immediately” she states watching Y/N step forward as Grey tried to stop her but Glenn and T-Dog pushed him away.

“What we’re supposed to trust this girl?”

“Yes? No, yes!”

“It’s one of our own. Unless she was tryin’ to take Y/N with force, that’d be a different story” T-Dog states as Y/N quickly took Maggie’s extended hand and got on the horse with no issue.

“Ride a horse before?”

“There’s a lot I’ve done before” Y/N sighs holding onto Maggie as she quickly got the horse to sprint in the direction they needed to go.

“But what about Sofia?”

“We’ll keep lookin’ once we get our group secured wherever she’s headin’” Daryl reassures Carol as the group scrambled together to follow Maggie.

When the news got to Lori finally she was angry that they didn’t take her back first, worried that she would be losing her son, and relieved that both Hershel and Y/N were helping her son.

“We’ll need to get more medical supplies before we could even think about handling the internal bleeding”

“He won’t make it if we just work with what we currently have” Y/N bluntly says watching the fear shake up Lori as she went to hold her letting her sob uncontrollably.

As Shane leaves with Otis to get said supplies, Rick and Lori stayed to watch Carl with Hershel and Y/N checking in every now and then. Y/N makes her way to their little tent city outside of the farm house entering the one she shared with Grey as he expects her to look his direction but she was occupied searching her little belongings.

“Seriously?”

“What Grey?”

“Not gonna like say hi or catch me up on what’s going on, you’ve got a fuckin’ minute or two”

“Carl is dying. Shane and Otis better hurry up or we’re having a funeral.” Y/N deadpans hearing Grey laugh making her whip her head in his direction. “What?”

“Your whole resident shtick coming out. Makes you less human. But hell like you fucking care about that”

“It doesn’t make me less human. I’m just stating the facts to you. We need the medical supplies. We needed them yesterday” Y/N frowns watching Grey stand up from the cot standing before her. “Grey. Be useful and do something. Don’t do what you’re about to do”

“Oh I know what you could do while we wait for supplies. Seriously. That old man can handle himself for a bit” Grey at first took a hold of her neck pulling her close by such. “You need to relax and remember not to talk to me like that”

After news that the supplies arrived, Hershel called out for Y/N to join him as she came in a sprint. For more reasons than just Carl. Carl was finally in stable condition and thanks to the two docs.

“I can take care of it” Y/N reassures Hershel taking the used supplies and throwing them out where she was instructed before.

The small walk to the waste bin gave Y/N enough time to sit away from everybody holding herself.

He could’ve died and it would’ve been on your hands.

You’re a bit out of practice it could still go south, he could still not wake up

Hell. You’re trying to keep it together personally. That could’ve caused something.

“What’re you doing?”

Y/N looks up to find Glenn looking at her with concern.

“Did Carl—“

“No no. He made it. He’ll be okay, fingers crossed…”

“Then what’s wrong? Because you’ve always had this ghost look to you and like…I-I’m not one to confront others’ personal problems but this Grey guy doesn’t make me feel comfortable”

She couldn’t help the tears that fell when he said that and the laugh to follow as well. Glenn started to panic a bit, more internally to avoid drawing anybody.

“I-Im sorry. I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know what I was thinking I just—I don’t know what to do! You’re too sweet. Helpful. Useful! And he’s just. Belittling that every chance he gets…” Glenn frowns sitting beside Y/N for a bit. “Definitely rubs Daryl and Carol the wrong way. You don’t deserve this…so why are you with him? Even during all this”

“That’s the thing…because all of this. I know I’m helpful and he’s just making me feel small. But…I…I’ve never seen my life without him and my mind knows I have to protect myself. But my heart is manipulated. Needing something secured from the before…”

“Y/N…” Glenn takes one of her hands into his squeezing it tightly. “You deserve better”

You deserve better than the hell that followed you to the end of the world.

“Be safe alright? I don’t think Hershel would be too happy with you taking one of his horses” Y/N crosses her arms looking up at the archer making sure his crossbow is strapped to him.

“Gotta find the kid” Daryl mumbles, worried for Carol and worried for Y/N. He heard what Glenn said the other night and wish he said it himself but he doesn’t want Grey to hurt her over something he said. The two don’t like each other. “Ditch the scrubs though?”

“Oh, yeah…uhm. Turning to the survivalist medic. Guess I wouldn’t need the name tag anymore” She messes with said name tag in her fingers as Daryl whistles for the horse to get started walking but he quickly turns to her.

“Don’t get rid of what makes yea you” He states and with that he leaves.

Y/N watches him leave as she clips the name tag to the bottom of her sleeveless black hoodie that covered up the bruising on her neck the best. Her long sleeve taking care of the others. She makes her way back to the group seeing the rest of the men discuss about going on a run as she chimes in what she needs but Grey pushes her back.

“Your needs are hard to come by” Grey tells her and it’s not entirely wrong, medical supplies are hard to come by. But he referred to so much more.

Shane squints in Grey’s direction as he clears his throat. “Well. Gotta teach some of yea to shoot just to be on the safe side. Andrea is already learnin’”

“Don’t gotta teach Y/N”

“Why? You’re gonna? You’re not a clean shot, Grey” Dale laughs only watching Y/N look at him with fear in her eyes as Grey glares at the man.

“My gun is actually…hers.”

Yeah, it was the first thing he grabbed when the news came out about the end of the world. Before Y/N and Grey found the camp, Y/N was teaching Grey how to shoot her gun. That did not help her in the slightest given some social standards he believes in.

But at least she knows how to shoot.

“If she weren’t a doc, we’d have her on our runs.”

“Don’t give her too much credit” Grey rolls his eyes walking away as Y/N steps toward the car gesturing for Shane to hand her the list he was making to add a few things.

“Just if you happen to come across it…don’t need to kill yourselves getting it” Y/N frowns going to follow Grey and console him.

That didn’t go smoothly, nor did Andrea shooting Daryl.

“Woah put the gun down Y/N”

“She didn’t mean to”

“It was an accident”

Y/N held her gun at Andrea glaring into her soul as she held her hands up after setting the hunting rifle down.

“You’ll die being trigger happy. Know that” Y/N rasped out holding her throat with her free hand for a second before lowering her gun and taking the hunting rifle.

Once Andrea finally exhaled, Y/N handed her gun back to Grey taking the hunting rifle for herself. He couldn’t believe what he saw and wanted to say something, but for once, he didn’t. The anger in her eyes stopped him. She was never that way about him.

“How is he?”

“Stitches are clean. You can check my work the next bandage change if you’d like. But I’d like to check your cheek from your “fall” earlier” Hershel asks finishing the bandage on Daryl’s side as he did his head lac first. Thinking the archer was out cold when discussing Y/N’s injury but he heard it all and knew it wasn’t a fall.

Carol smiles on her way out after giving Daryl his dinner, holding the door open for Y/N to slide in with new dressings and clothes she got from Daryl’s things.

“I’ll grab your other shirt if you want from the arrow wound. But just thought you’d want to wear something else” She drops the clothes at the foot of the bed along with the bandages on top. “I’ll let yea eat before—-“

“Sit.” He states holding the bowl in hand as Y/N sat in the chair in the room. “What happen to yea”

“Fell…”

“Mhm…” Daryl gave her a look of I know the real reason and Y/N couldn’t help but feel small. She brought her knees to her chest in the seat staying there knowing she’d have to leave the room once she redressed his wounds and he knew that. But. “I feel dizzy”

“What?” She looks up from her feet concerned. “Daryl why didn’t—“ then he winked at her keeping his serious look on his face. “Daryl…”

“Gonna need observin’ from a doc. Others’ll understand” He says calmly finishing his meal setting it off on the nightstand before moving to the edge of the bed. “You fine observin’?”

Y/N didn’t say anything and nodded as she got up to check and redress his wounds. He gently takes a hold of the hospital name badge and laughs a bit internally seeing her picture. He doesn’t deserve her. She looks so happy here. He stopped fiddling with it to let her change the one on his side but the second she sat down he took a hold of her chin making her turn to expose her bandaged cheek more and the slight bruising around the eye.

“Gonna scar”

“Yours are too yknow”

“Yeah…b-but…ugh never mind just. Can yea change it?” He was trying to say something but didn’t want anyone overhearing anything.

The farm had two more incidents. 3 counting Rick and Shane’s fight. But one revealing what happened to Sofia and then the barn fire with the walker outbreak. Leaving the group to leave urgently and Grey watching Daryl quickly pull Y/N onto the back of his bike while he followed Glenn.

Rick taking on a whole new vibe to his way of leading things after everything that happened. The others just let him deal. Finding the prison was a safe haven after clearing the walkers in the gated field.

“Y/N…have you ever performed a c-section before?” Carol asks as the two scoped the outside of the prison within the gates.

“My focus was going to be OBGYN before the end of the world happened. I know how to perform one. Never done it”

“Well…Carl was a c-section so—“

“This baby most likely will be as well…Carol, I can do it and I’ve been checking on Lori. I’m afraid it may not go the right direction if it comes to it”

“Promise me you won’t leave her side. I can tell she’s scared and hell I’ll keep Grey away if it means—“ Carol stops when Y/N took her hand.

“I’ll stay with her. I have to check Hershel first then I’ll be glued to her” Y/N reassures and does exactly that.

Especially when she was trapped in a dire situation with a laboring Lori, her worried son, and a helpful Maggie trying to calm her while Y/N had to be real with what’s to happen next.

When the little baby came and Y/N had handed her off to Maggie. She looked up at Carl giving him her sorry expression as he wanted to cry. But part of him couldn’t. He couldn’t…in that moment he was numb and draws his gun once Y/N rose to her feet.

“I could—“

“No…I have to” Carl assures Y/N as she moves to be by Maggie.

The two flinched to the sound of his silencer. Maggie turned to Y/N seeing her hands still dripping of Lori’s blood as she was about to say something, but the doc walked shortly after Carl not acknowledging anybody that looked in her direction.

“Y/N what—…” Grey stopped himself seeing Maggie come out with the little baby. Rick’s expression immediately dropping approaching the two. “Y/N wait come here” he frowns grabbing her shoulder on her way out when she quickly turned.

“DONT FUCKING TOUCH ME” Y/N snaps startling everyone in the cell block. Grey went from sorry to anger instantly watching her leave the cell block as he was about to chase after her when Glenn stopped him.

“Move out of my way”

“Give her a second, man. You’re not going to hel—“ Glenn was cut off by being pushed out of the way by Grey as he was about to grab him by the ankles when Daryl tripped him on the way.

“Give her a goddamn minute” Daryl growled watching Grey look up at him angrily as he scrambled to his feet stepping over to the table and sitting. He helped Glenn up watching his friend brush himself off while Grey stews.

It’s just blood

You’ve never seen a hemorrhage before? It happens Y/N. It happens more than you think

You’ll be seeing this every day for the rest of your life

Even when it’s no longer on your hands

Y/N didn’t resurface until Rick did. Which wasn’t for a few days and her friends knew where Rick was, was a bit angry not knowing where she went off to. She stayed in the bed of the truck they brought through and was surprised no one went looking after the first day. Even surprised by Grey not doing so. But when she rejoined the group and sat down beside him, he leaned into her whispering.

“It’s your fault you know” just to drag her deeper into the pit of her mind. With that said she unconsciously followed Grey once he got up.

Daryl watches the two leave the room they were all in as he held the little ass kicker. His anxiety crept up his back wanting to follow after them but the baby in his arms had other plans and started to wail.

“Hey shush…you alright” He reassures in a whisper.

You’re gonna be alright…he’ll make sure of it

“Seriously, Ricks got his head up his ass”

“He ain’t the one taking issue with you.” Daryl frowns walking through the woods with his brother behind him.

“The nurse?”

“Ain’t a nurse. She a doc” He sighs. “She ain’t got an issue with you. Understands your bullshit to whatever extent”

Merle grabs his brother’s shoulder to get his attention knowing damn well he was going to get swatted away because of the earlier incident of ripping it shirt revealing his back.

“She too good for him”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Don’t act coy. I’ve seen how you look at her. Even back at the quarry. She in that situation and it’ll only be hard for her. She’s too good for anybody but for sure that bastard.” Merle begins with glaring at his brother. “Don’t be stupid with me out here. You know damn well leaving that group is eating yea alive in more ways than one and she’s one of’em reasons. I may not be the best at advice here little bro. But you know I’m right saying all that shit”

It hurt more that he was right, and died on that uphill climb. Many died and survived that night at Woodbury. The prison grew but hell. Who’s ever going to forget what happened?

“How’re you feelin’?” Rick broke Y/N out of her thoughts as he was referring to the hidden injuries that she’s been keeping from everybody but he saw what happened. Hence why Grey is stuck on watch tower duty.

“Didn’t need to get Hershel”

“I did. He’s better at keepin’ this shit a secret unlike others. Which reminds me you shouldn’t even be out here”

“I can walk just fine…when you got the leg for Hershel he still kept his crutches and I’m not using it to go back inside when they’re about to come back” She frowns fiddling with her sleeves as Rick took the seat beside her watching the kids playing in the field while his son keeps most of them out of trouble.

“Yknow we could get rid of him. Daryl definitely wants to”

“You’d feel bad leaving him out there”

“Nah I wouldn’t. He almost killed yea. Several times but if I didn’t find you, he might’ve this recent one” Rick frowns still thinking what he saw was awful, and knew she wasn’t going to like it when he tells Daryl.

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“Rick” Daryl walks away from the run group to Rick for a second seeing the sheriff’s confusion. “I need a favor”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah”

“Name it Daryl”

Daryl didn’t know how to be anything else but blunt. He also didn’t have to say much for Rick to instantly know where he was getting at.

“Watch her. Yknow who I’m talkin’ about”

“I do. Daryl, you sure you’re alright to go on this run? This won’t—“

“Wont distract me. I just. I trust yea. You saw it when you first arrived day one. You know. You’ll know what to do” Daryl states about to head out as he stops for a second. “Tell me if that bastard does anythin’. He ain’t living if he hurts her again”

“Daryl we don’t—-“

“Ed didn’t live. He hurt Carol. Shane didn’t. He hurt Lori. Sometimes we gotta pick n choose. I’m done letting Y/N stop me from keeping her safe” and with that Daryl left for the run.

Not witnessing the horror of finding Y/N at the bottom of the stairs in their cellblock in a pool of her own blood. Thank god for Rick coming in at the right time and for Hershel keeping it to himself.

But god this wasn’t going to be easy

________

For either parties

“Yknow what hurts the most about what happened?”

“Enlighten me”

“Hershel and I agreed to keep a certain antibiotic for dire needs. Since it was in low supply. But it was also meant to keep one who suffered a miscarriage from developing an infection” Y/N turned to Rick when she stated that last part, and that’s how she ended up at the bottom of the stairs.

Some people have a village to take care of a child. Judith has exactly that.

But when Y/N found out and told Grey. He didn’t want to have to deal with it.

Didn’t before all of this

“Y/N. You shouldn’t be out here then. Should be resting”

“I’m going crazy being in the cell stuck to a bed…just let me sit out here for a little while longer and then I’ll go back” She tells Rick through tears as she tenses up when he took care of the ones that fell.

“I ain’t leavin’ yeah then”

“Deal…” Y/N sobs a bit more relaxing as she leans against Rick.

After another hour or two, the group from the run came back with what they could scavenge as Daryl parks his bike spotting Y/N sitting in the middle of the field since she convinced Rick to let her stay outside but as long as he was around. He turns to Rick walking toward them from the garden spot as he didn’t have the best poker face.

“She ok?”

“No but Daryl. We need to find a way to just get rid of Grey that won’t hurt Y/N in the process”

“That chokehold he’s got on her, it’s gonna hurt no matter what we do” He frowns looking over to see Beth approaching Y/N with Judith as she sat with her. “Chokeholds illegal…don’t matter mental or physical, shits illegal” he picked up the stuff he received on the run to put it with the rest of their findings.

When the night came in, Grey watches Carol collect Y/N’s things from their shared cell with the help of Maggie. Neither of them explaining and none of the men from the original group had him go search for Y/N.

Who hasn’t moved from her spot in the fields, now with a lantern beside her and Judith wrapped snuggly close to her. Carl with her as well to keep an eye on both her and Judith.

“Grey is going to be mad”

“Meh” Carl shrugs taking his hat off and laying in the grass beside Y/N. “He shoulda seen this coming”

“…he’s going to still—-“

“We know. But you’ve got us. Hey maybe you’ll get your strength back and beat the shit out him”

“Language Carl”

“Sorry, Y/N” He frowns seeing her fixed gaze on the sleeping baby. “Have you wanted one? Like…before all of this”

“Yes…but with the right person”

Daryl frowns watching the two talk in the yards of the prison keeping his distance and making sure Grey doesn’t come out of the cellblock he resided in.

The sudden touch of a hand on his shoulder blade startled him out of his thoughts. Quickly acknowledging the youngest Greene’s presence before bringing his eyes back to where he wants them to be.

“Maggie and Carol got her in a cell next to Rick. Wanted me to come grab Judith and have her go inside. Sleep”

“She needs it.”

“Mhm” Beth of course noticed how fixated the archer was on the doc, and part of her wanted to be her teen self to gush about how much he cared about her. But the past few days have been awful…she didn’t want to press anything.

Even when everyone’s suspicions were true.

Daryl cares deeply for Y/N.

Once everyone turned in for the night, Daryl found that his mattress was moved from the catwalk to be right outside of Y/N’s and the Grimes’ cells. He didn’t mind it one bit and found himself staying awake for a little to see if anything would happen because of recent changes.

So far…nothing has happened. Forcing the two to separate for Y/N’s well-being, has done some good. Even if Grey’s anger gets the best of him most days as he tries to approach the doctor but gets blocked by anyone from her family near by.

“What is your issue man?” One of the Woodbury folk, Brian, catches Grey off guard from his brooding point at the tables outdoor furthered away from the watchtower by the main gate entrance.

“Why do you care? You don’t know me”

“I know you as the creep stalking that one doctor chick”

“I ain’t stalking my girl”

Brian gave him an even more confused look turning to the direction Grey was looking and finding Y/N talking to Daryl.

“I don’t think that’s your girl no more”

And that seeded a brand new thought in Grey’s mind. One he couldn’t accept, but he was going to for the sake of his self-centered self.

One of the run days came and Grey knew that Daryl would be the forerunner on that trip along with Glenn. Which meant Maggie will be with her father, on watch, or with her sister. He is pin pointing location to those who are willing to fight him when it comes to going anywhere near Y/N. Carol and Rick were his main concerns when it came to those three being occupied. Granted Michonne would be another—but she is on a trip for who knows how long, Grey doesn’t entirely pay attention.

“Hey, I’m gonna go shower. I’ll be back in 30 to help with lunch.”

“Alright…I’ve got my eyes on Grey, so you should be fine” Carol reassures the doc watching her smile temporarily before heading inside the prison.

Grey gave it five minutes before taking the lit cigarette from his mouth and tossing it in the bin that Rick collected a lot of dead leaves to help with composting. Another thing Grey has now idea how any of that works.

The second the fire broke out and both Rick and Carol were drawn away from their duties along with a few new friends they made since they started letting people in—-Tyreese and Karen. Grey immediately headed inside. He always had a sense of sneaking up on Y/N, even when he’s a walking red flag for everyone.

“What are you and Dixon”

Y/N froze under the running water as her whole body was exposed to Grey given he didn’t care about space. Never did. She tried to cover herself as he looms over making her realize how close he has gotten since entering the washroom.

“We aren’t anything”

“But yea want him?”

“I didn’t fucking say that” Y/N flinches when Grey punched the wall dangerously close to her head.

“I know you’re lying. You may not be fucking under him every night but you want him. You’ve always fuckin’ have”

She felt herself cower like she used to when she felt his hand on the back of her neck. “I’m not yours. I’m not his. I’m no one’s”

“I’ll make sure of that princess.”

Once the fire was taken care of, Rick couldn’t help but grow anxious suddenly. Who could’ve caused it? This wasn’t natural. He quickly scanned those outside to get a headcount of his people as Carol notices her friend grow frantic. Then it clicked to them instantly.

Grey did it.

Carol knew immediately where to go and checked the washroom not finding Y/N or Grey. She then went to the cellblock finding Rick approaching her cell on the other side. Both of them looked in to find Y/N putting away her shower supplies in one of her milk crates that act like storage compartments.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“You’re not lying are you?” Rick frowns watching Y/N immediately look away from him as her body cowered once more. Giving him his answer.

“I’m settin’ a council meeting with whoever is left on it that’s here. He’s not staying here”

You best believe it was unanimous.

The previous run group came back to a small crowd by the gates blocking a frustrated Grey that had all his bags (2) on him. The shouting became more audible when their car and Daryl’s bike came through after Carl and Tyreese opened it up for them.

“What’s going on?” Daryl asks approaching the crowd and watching Grey’s already enraged expression get worse bringing himself toward the archer. “Back the fuck up”

“You just couldn’t keep shit to yourself. Yea think you’ll keep her fucking safe?” Grey spat in his face which didn’t make matters better for him. “You’ll hurt her just like I did”

Oh he’s done Daryl snapped and immediately socked the abuser in the face watching him fall. He was about to do more damage when Glenn held him back, but Grey wasn’t done. He needed to lash back.

Except he didn’t get back up on his feet right away given the gun that was drawn to his face. The one holding it wasn’t Rick or any of them, but Y/N.

“Stand down and get the fuck out”

“You’re making a mistake”

“Am not” Y/N frowns keeping her gun locked on him, even when he rose to his feet and was shoved out of the prison entirely.

Y/N didn’t lower her gun until she saw him fade out of view but even then she was stuck in that position. A few started to disperse, leaving those from the farm to remain worrying for their family that seemed stuck. Carol quietly approaches her now shaking form, taking the gun from her hand and unloading the magazine to realize it was never loaded.

A weight was suddenly lifted as the tears came abruptly causing her to drop to her knees and bring herself into a ball.

Years…fucking years trapped in that relationship…

She’s actually finally free.

The archer was ever so careful when approaching her fragile state, bringing himself to her side resting his hand on her back and giving a look to the others to leave. He remained by her side for however long she needed, and was going to remain in that spot for whenever she needed him.

He’s never going to hurt her like him

When the illness came through the prison, Daryl didn’t like the idea of Y/N joining the group on the run to get medicine. But she was the best asset along with the military doc Bob, even if he turned out to have an ulterior need that Daryl threatened if he had a drop of the alcohol before the medicine got to their people he shall meet the consequences.

Daryl couldn’t help but watch Y/N do her magic, what she trained to do, by helping those still living to get the medicine they need to survive and live. She was gentle and told the truth about everything she gave them, what it did for them positively and what could happen negatively. But in the end, the bad will be overlooked once the good saves their life.

In that moment, he knew what he wanted. But only at her speed…if she’ll ever have him.

And he’ll never know.

“Daryl we have to go!” Beth yells in his deaf ears as he scanned the ruins of the prison while the chaos still commenced.

He will never know

She will never know

Reunions are bittersweet. Nothing will beat the once lost sheriff reuniting with his wife and son. Except maybe theirs.

Cannibals. Of course they would be a threat at least once during someone’s life during the apocalypse. Except one wanted to expect that this sanctuary called Terminus would be the light the group needed after the hell they endured with a villain they had once thought was gone for good. But they turned out to be just as devious and their main course were the living.

On the chopping block was Daryl, Rick, Glenn, Bob, and then two other individuals they have never met before. But they met their fate of being sliced opened and the blood poured into the trough they were propped against. Then the explosion happened, taking their leader Gareth away to investigate. Giving Rick his window to take out the two butchers and free his friends.

After getting their weapons and trying to get back to their people in the train car. There was the threat of the Terminus people and the walkers that were flooding in, but moments where the walkers got dangerously close to the four making their way to the car—-the undead would drop permanently dead to the bullet shot by the unknown source.

The unknown source being Y/N. She came into view when dropping grenades she found during her separation onto larger groups of walkers to give the four their path—and inevitably their entire group. But she wasn’t the one to think of the break in or to know where they can find their supplies. The plan’s credit goes to Carol who neither Daryl or Rick hesitated to hug once they regrouped in the tree line.

“Well you certainly did some soul searching” Maggie smiles wrapping her arm around Y/N’s shoulders making comment of the changes to her person.

Hair was cut shorter.

A short sleeve shirt, no longer hiding her scars made by the past.

Combat pants she snagged on an abandoned army vehicle.

She kept her converse because they brought her joy.

She looked better, still healing. But better.

“I did, but I’m only rather relieved to be back with y’all…you’re my home” Y/N smiles as Maggie instantly pulled her into a hug once she said such.

But their hug was very short given the archer waiting patiently for his own. Maggie couldn’t help herself by pushing Y/N toward Daryl making all three of them laugh slightly, Daryl’s being more nervous than anything.

“Yer pretty badass now huh?” Daryl comments watching Maggie and Glenn walk away to give the two time to themselves.

“Oh I’ve always been. Just had a weight on me for most of my adult life. It was always there”

“I knew it was”

They both were still feeling overwhelmed by the horrors within Terminus and granted the time apart. He couldn’t stop thinking about where she was and how she was doing. If they’d ever meet again. As Y/N had hope that she would meet him again. She only feared that she lost him along the way.

Then here they were. Too lost in their own minds but their hearts wanted to act on its fate.

“I’m not ready…”

“That’s okay”

“But…” Y/N brought herself close to Daryl watching his hands hesitate to touch her but she gently took his hands into hers. “I wouldn’t mind going slow”

“Neither would I”

#cultofdixon #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction

[denningsjawbreaker]

KNITTING ERA ?!?!

by: denningsjawbreaker

summary: soft!demetri teachers reader how to knit but *sighs*

for: @volturi-stuff

INT. VOLTURI CASTLE

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" Demetri this is literally so hard...I'm stupid I can't fucking figure this shit out " you complain to your smug ass boyfriend who decided it be best to spend time by knitting.

This motherfucker continued to smirk as he sits on the bed y'all shared and is almost done knitting a whole sweater. You blinked at and lips parted and you cross your arms .

" that's totally unfair ... why can't we just sit down relax and watch teen wolf ? " you whine and wrap yourself around the blanket he made for you three days ago.

Demetri looks down at you and puts the finished beanie on your head and kisses your lips and your forehead.

" because doing these things with you makes me happy....I love making things with you..and for you darling. you mean so much to me and I do sincerely apologize if this isn't up to your liking , but knitting is my comfort and so are you. Which is why I decided to combine them both . " he says softly and strokes ur cheek and puts his knitting gear to the side .

Now you feel bad because why the fuck would he explain so sweetly. You can't help but smile at him. The way he is with his words. In these moments , you can't believe you have the most flirtatious casanova of the vampire world at your feet turning into this gentleman you cant help but love so much.

" METRI.....stoppp you really feel that way about me ? Im actually gonna fucking cry. THAT is literally the most nicest thing anyone has said to me . You are my miracle and my comfort too. You make me feel so beautiful and confident in myself. You make me the most happiest girl ever . I'm glad you are my mate and I met you. " you say through tears and wrap your arms around your big man .

Demetri smiles and his undead heart flutters a bit at your answer. He feels himself at peace in the centuries he has been alive. Besides Felix, you are his family. You are his perfect match and his soulmate . He never saw love the same after what he went through but you taught him that giving it a second chance isn't something to hide from.

" I love you so much amore . You are my everything and my life. If I had my heart in my hand , I'm sure it would be alive again " he says and kisses you deeply and strokes your hair softly. You smile in his arms and he wraps the blanket he made around y'all and he puts on the TV in the room and goes to search and looks at you.

" It's Teen Wolf right? " he says with his eyebrow up and you give him a nod with a smile and squeal.

" I can't wait to see Issac...he is so fine oh my god " you tell him .

He pouts playfully and looks at you with child like eyes.

" I'm hotter than that mutt...right ?!" He asks you as you press on Season 2.

You roll your eyes playfully and kiss his cheek with a chuckle.

" Oh my heavens Demetrius , don't be jealous he is just my TV crush don't worry . You know I love you so so much " you kiss him everywhere and he smirks and has his arm around you.

" Yeah that's true....but I love you more my darling dove " he smiles wide as the theme song starts to play and he looks over again at the TV then at you.

" so maybe we can make teen wolf beanies ?"

" OH MY GOSH YES ! BUT you definitely have to make it cause I don't trust myself with knitting "

" don't worry I got you my darling "

Both You and Demetri are now lost in the each other's love and can't help the happiness that radiates surrounding you. You both were the sun to each other's darkness. If the evil leaks in, it's positively true that love will overpower it. Demetri loves you so much and you love Demetri.

is anything more important than that ?

#demetri volturi #demetri volturi imagine #volturi #volturi imagine #demetri volturi x reader #charlie bewley #twilight imagine #twilight imagines #twilight oneshot #explore #fluff #software #soft reader #vampire

[nikatyler]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to 10 simblrs whose sims you adore ♥♥♥

Thank you! Gonna bring back this vampire because I should probably tell more about Callias than just oh yeah he's a massive slut and we love him for it 💀

1. Callias and Caleb were both born in the same century, but Callias is about 16 years older and was turned earlier (but they were both roughly around the same age when it happened, early 20s-ish). They crossed paths and were together briefly for some time as vampires. It was a passionate romance, but it didn’t end well at all. I guess they were just too different. They never saw each other again after that. They might, I haven’t ruled it out yet, but at this point in the NSB universe, they just haven’t.

2. And here’s the tea that I’m not sure if I’ll really acknowledge within the NSB universe or how much I’ll acknowledge it but I love to imagine it happened: After the breakup and Ross leaving, he bumped into Callias and they hit it off. They never spoke of Caleb together, had no clue there was this “link” between them. Eventually, they broke up, no hard feelings, if we see each other again, we’ll be friends, thanks for the good time. It’s just that Callias doesn’t really like the idea of settling down with “the one” and Ross figured out answers to some of the questions he’d had since the breakup.

3. I often like to imagine this scene where all is well between Ross and Caleb again and then Callias comes around and Ross is like “alright Caleb meet my friend who I may have had a brief romantic and sexual relationship with when we weren’t together” and Caleb just goes even paler than he naturally is, realizing Ross is friends with his ex-girlfriend from way back who, sorry, wait a second, is actually now an ex-boyfriend, and wait you guys were together, what the hell has my undead life turned into – writing that scene would probably give me a lot of second hand embarrassment but also a lot of joy and giggling and kicking my feet in the air tbh 😂 Also, if I ever make that scene canon, no worries, there’s not gonna be any jealousy there, just a lot of what the fuck what are the odds kinda internal screaming from Caleb.

4. Oh yeah by the way, yes, just a reminder, Callias is trans. He spent a fair share of his life as a woman though, and actually, after figuring things out, he fell in love with the more feminine aspects of himself that he hated when he was a woman “officially”…which I really hope makes sense and if not, just look at his tag, you’ll probably get it then. He likes being feminine in his style but he’s not a woman.

5. He doesn’t currently have a goal in life. He hasn’t really had one for decades now. He just wants to live (well, he’s a vampire, he doesn’t really live, but you know what I mean), have fun and indulge in all the fantasies world has to offer.

#ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #sims #simblr #blorbo talks #oc: callias

[supercap2319]

Baby It’s Cold Outside Chapter 3

A/N: Chapter 3 is up.

It was silent between them.

It wasn’t that awkward silence where you fill it with small talk back and forth, but the comfortable kind. The quiet you get when you’re in your room, comfortably lying on your bed as you watch a movie or listen to music. Tyler’s hands had been tight on the wheel; his knuckles white into the first four hours of their trip. He looked back every mile until he was sure his father wasn’t following them. The barista was surprised his boyfriend hadn’t picked up on his nervous energy. Y/N could smell fear, thanks to his vampire senses, and could hear the slight change in someone’s heart, so Tyler figured either Y/N didn’t notice his uneasiness or he was waiting for the right moment to catch Tyler and confront him on his lies.

Tyler's stomach did knots at that. God, he hoped not. He could handle his father hating him, but Y/N? He would die if he did. The sound of Y/N’s singing brought Tyler out of his thoughts as he watched him sing to the radio song of God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen, but he changed the words to them. Probably, the version he sang with his own family.

“It's Christmas, and the graveyard folk has all come to play. They're going to make a fuss and walk around causing disarray.” Tyler began to chuckle. His first laugh in a while. His boyish features were displayed as Y/N looked at him and frowned. “What’s so funny, Puppy? Aren’t those the words?”

“The words are much different, but I like your version better. Sounds more fun.”

“It is. Remind me to teach you the full song later,” Y/N said.

Tyler smirks. “Deal.”

Y/N looks at his boyfriend as he has his eyes glued onto the road. His smooth skin and his golden brown curls, along with his blue eyes, were dressed in flannel over a white shirt with a brown jacket. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. His mother told him that her undead heart came to life the moment she met his father, and Y/N wondered if that was the same feeling that he was experiencing right at this moment. A boyfriend who was half normie, half Hyde. His family would be so proud of him. Tyler's head turned towards Y/N, who looked away. Tyler smiled once again. Busted. “You were checking me out, weren't you, Y/N?”

Y/N blushed. “No…”

“You were!” Tyler cried. “What were you thinking about, mmh? Something naughty?” He couldn’t help how his smile grew as Y/N squirmed underneath Tyler’s teasing stare. “Perhaps, kissing out in the snow? Or maybe handjobs underneath the Christmas tree?” Tyler was surprised those words just came out of his mouth. He was never one for dirty talk. I guess his Hyde side was shining through and through.

The Munster boy looks at him, red in the face, but he smiles. “Sorry, I just forgot how beautiful you are. You’re like those paintings in museums. Absolute perfection. I’m lucky to have you as my boyfriend.” Tyler’s heart did not skip at being called Y/N’s ‘boyfriend.’ Nope, not one bit. The way it rolled off Y/N’s so smoothly that you just had to believe that they belonged together. It just made sense, but at the same time, it couldn’t. Not because of Y/N, no, this was all Tyler’s fault. He couldn’t give Y/N his everything like the other male had him. The curly-haired boy couldn’t even stand up to his father and say Y/N was his boyfriend with pride because he was scared of the repercussions of letting his homophobic dad know that he was very much not of the straight guy variety.

Y/N deserved someone happily out of the closet instead of a closeted, psychotic, curly-haired bartisa with daddy issues. Y/N’s probably told his family about him, and Tyler’s not sure if he’s ready for the expectations or rejections. The young man was so much into his head that he barely registered that Y/N was calling his name. “Uh, What….?”

Tyler turned to see Y/N looking at him, all traces of a blush gone as he glanced at the barista with concerned but hopeful eyes. “I said can we stop somewhere to get something to eat? I’m hungry.” The supplies of soda and chips could only take them so far into their journey, and Tyler was surprised that Y/N hadn't piped up early to ask to stop to get some food. He felt bad. He should have asked. What kind of gentleman doesn't ask if someone is hungry? His face reddened with embarrassment. “Sorry, Y/N, I should have asked if you were hungry sooner.”

“It’s fine. My fault for not asking before, but you looked so insistent on getting to New Jersey that I didn’t want to bother you.”

Tyler flushed even more at that. Y/N did notice Tyler’s off-putting nature in his efforts to get as far away from Jericho as he could, and in the process, he disregarded his boyfriend’s feelings and needs. “I’m sorry. Shit, that was stupid of me.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Y/N said. “You were probably eager to get out of Jericho for a while. It’s okay, Ty. No need to beat yourself over that.”

The sheriff’s son cleared his throat. “Right, so is there a place in mind?” He looked at their gage, and they were close to running on empty. They needed to put some gas in soon. Otherwise, Y/N would be a vampire speeding them the rest of the way. It was a funny thought that plagued the corners of Tyler’s mind. Seeing Y/N caring for Tyler's bridal style as he speeded them to his home in New Jersey. “Well, there’s a diner near a gas station if that’s okay with you?” Y/N looks at his phone’s GPS. Tyler nods his head. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Kill two birds with one.”

Y/N frowns. “A stone? Oh, no, no, no. If you want to kill birds, grandpa says you should use a throwing ax or arrows. More effective.”

Tyler laughed.

Once Tyler guided his truck into the parking lot of the Silver Diner, he and Y/N got out as the snow lightly clung to their jackets and on top of Tyler’s curls and Y/N’s red beanie that he did not steal from Tyler’s room. The door chimed like Christmas bells as they opened it and were greeted by the old-fashioned classic American diner as the jukeboxes played Christmas songs. The place looked like something out of the sitcom Happy Days. With its pink fluorescent lights all around the booths that were red in leather, with miniature jukeboxes at every table. It was awesome.

They walk towards the booths as customers, which consist of regulars, truckers, and tourists, stare at them as they walk past them. Tyler knew why they were staring. Their judgment gazes were the same ones as back in Jericho. Hateful. Fear filled. He briefly wonders if they would look at him the same way if they knew he wasn't one of them. If Y/N noticed their judgmental stares, he didn’t say anything as a waitress approached them. “For two? You and your…. umm… brother want a counter seat or a booth?”

Y/N looked at her, an exciting shine in his eyes. “He’s my boyfriend, ma’am. Not my brother.”

“Oh, sorry about that. I just assumed that.” She looks at Y/N’a green hues. “That’s some mighty fine Christmas-colored hair you got there.”

“Thank you. It’s the hair I was born with,” Y/N smiles as the waitress frowns in confusion.

“Booth will be great, right?” Tyler asks in a hurry to avoid the awkward stares their waitress is giving Y/N.

“Yeah, sounds great!”

They were led through the aisles, and people stared at them as they passed. Tyler put a protective hand on Y/N’s shoulders until he slid into one side of the booth. Tyler slid into the other as he looked over the menu. So many different choices to make as he looks up at Y/N as he’s deep in thought about the food he wants to order. The barista was surprised to learn that Y/N doesn’t have to feed on blood to survive; he could stay on normie food just fine. He only drank blood to keep his vials normal and healthy.

“You know what you’re going to get?” Tyler asked from across the booth.

Y/N looks up at him. “Yup. You?”

“Yup.”

The waitress, Mary, her name tag stated, made her way back to the table, perching a hand on her hip as she held up her order notepad. “You boys ready?” she asked.

“I’ll have your double bacon cheeseburger, please,” Tyler politely said.

“Fries or tots?”

“Fries.”

“And what to drink?”

“Coke.”

The waitress turned to Y/N. “And for you?”

“The same, please. No onions, and can I order your cakes in a pan, please?” It took a moment to register to Tyler that his boyfriend meant pancakes. Mary wrote their order down and looked at them. “I’ll be back with your drinks. Did you want those pancakes before or after your meal, sweetie?” She looks at Y/N, and Tyler’s pleasantly surprised look of bewilderment is gone. Maybe not all normies were so bad.

“After.”

“You got it.” She walks away.

It wasn’t long before they received their food, as they settled into a comfortable conversation that should have been impossible for a normie, well, half normie and an outcast, but it wasn’t like that between them. When they talked, it was like the rest of the world faded away to just them, and there were no labels in their world—just peace and safety.

Tyler felt himself finally relax as he laughed at something Y/N said. His boyish features are on full display, including his dimples too. He honestly left his worries behind him, and now he’s going to enjoy the holidays with his boyfriend. The consequences could suck it. There was an ease that settled in Tyler’s soul when he reached over and stole fries from Y/N’s plate. Y/N didn’t mind, though; he smiled as Tyler munched on his stolen French fries.

“So, who’s coming to your family’s Christmas party? Your uncles from the old country?” Y/N’s uncles, who lived in Transylvania and other places, were coming to the states for Christmas. Y/N nodded. “Yup. There’s uncle Charlie, my dad's twin brother. There’s uncle Phantom of the Opera. He has a beautiful voice that shatters glass. There’s uncle Gilbert from the Black Lagoon and uncle Stefan. He’s from Italy.

“Well, I can’t wait to meet them.”

“And they can’t wait to meet you, too,” Y/N said. “That’s okay, right? I told my family about you, and they’re so excited to see you, Ty.”

“Really?” Tyler asked. “Even though I’m half normie and a Hyde?”

“Of course. Grandpa says I found myself a keeper when he learned you were a Hyde. He practically gave me his blessing for a marriage proposal. He says Hydes are like royalty back in Transylvania.”

Tyler hadn’t expected that answer. He expected to be turned away as soon as they discovered he was a murderous killing machine, but the Munsters liked that quality in a future-in-law. Go figure. The curly-haired boy licked his lips as his blue orbs looked at Y/N. “I hope that I don’t disappoint them. I mean, it wouldn’t be the first time that I didn’t live up to someone’s expectations.” And just like that, the angst is back. Thinking about his father is back in full force as Tyler frowns.

Y/N frowns, too, as he puts a hand over Tyler’s. “Ty, what are you talking about? My family’s going to love it as much as I do. You could never disappoint them or me.” The promise in his boyfriend’s voice was so commanding and powerful that Tyler just had to believe him. That strangers were willing to welcome someone they’d never seen in their home. It was almost enough to make the Galpin boy cry. Almost. “You think so?”

Y/N smiled. “I know so.”

…..

After their waitress brought them their stack of pancakes that they shared down the middle; their diner date was pretty uneventful, except for who should pay for their dinner. Tyler and Y/N both fenced back and forth before it was agreed upon that Tyler would pay for dinner, if Y/N paid for the gas. Once they had left the diner and filled up Tyler’s truck with enough gas to get them to Y/N’s house, they set off once again for the road as they finished the last three hours of their trip.

Tyler drove through the town of Mockingbird Heights as the GPS guided them towards the street of 1313 Mockingbird Lane.

Once they had arrived at their intended destination, Tyler got out of the car and opened the other side of the door for his boyfriend as he turned towards the house and gasped. The house, or mansion a better word for it, was a Gothic Victorian style. The house stands on a property enclosed by a stone wall and the yard is full of weeds and dead trees. Tyler’s never seen a house like this in life before, only in the movies and tv shows. It was amazing.

Y/N successfully grabbed all their luggage in one go thanks to his Frankenstein like strength as he guides Tyler through the gates of his home with a giant ‘M’ on the bars. As they head up the porch towards the house, the barista notices some Christmas decorations on the front lawn. There’s all the colorful and festive lights surrounded by a giant spider web with mechanical spiders. There’s also the snowman getting his head cut off by the executioner at the guillotine. Over and over again. And the rabid reindeers on top of the house.

“Wow, this place is pretty bleak and horrifying,” Tyler said. Then he realized how that sounded and blushed as he stammered out an apology. “Y/N, I’m sorry I didn’t mean too–”

“–Wow, Puppy, that was so sweet of you to say.” Y/N smiled. “My family sure did try hard and to hear you say those kind words about it makes me smile.”

Tyler rubbed the back of his head nervously. “You’re welcome.” Bad and bloody, we're good here. They were compliments.

They stood on the other side of the door as Y/N set their stuff down and knocked. The whole mansion shook underneath Y/N’s fist as Tyler tried to steady his nerves. Any minute now, he was going to be meeting his boyfriend’s family as soon as that door opened. Hopefully, he doesn’t screw things up. Sensing his uneasiness, Y/N grasped his boyfriend’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze and a small smile. Tyler smiled back.

The sound of thundering footsteps could be heard as the front door opened up to reveal a hulking figure about 8-foot-tall if Tyler had to guess. He had green skin with a square shaped face, a scar on his forehead, bolts on either side of his neck and black hair. He wore a gray coat over a black sweatshirt with pants and giant boots. Probably the biggest shoes Tyler’s ever seen. Despite his monstrous appearance, he had a sunny disposition about him like his son, as his blue eyes sparkled when he looked down at Y/N and Tyler.

He let out a loud braying bellow as he grabbed Y/N into a hug. Tyler could hear the faint crush of bones and he was concerned, but Y/N seemed ecstatic. “Y/N! Good to see you, my son!”

Y/N giggles as he hugs his father back and Tyler hears bones crunching underneath Y/N’s arms. “You too dad!” They separated as Y/N’s father turned towards Tyler. “Oh, and just who is this young man?”

Tyler opens his mouth to speak, but Y/N beats him to the punch. “Dad, this is my boyfriend, Tyler Galpin. Tyler, this is my dad, Herman Munster,” He introduces the two. “He’ll be staying for the holidays and maybe New Year’s before the spring semester.”

Herman stares at Tyler, and he has to fight the urge to shrink underneath his intense gaze. Finally, Herman breaks into a smile as he holds out his hand. “How do you do, Tyler?” The son of the sheriff looks at the outreach hand and grasps it with his own. It’s surprisingly cold to the touch. He shakes his hand as he politely says , “It’s nice to finally meet you, sir,” Tyler says, proud to hear that his voice doesn’t shake or crack.

“Likewise, young man. Though he’s certainly less hairy than the boyfriend I had when I was your age, Y/N.” Herman laughs at his own joke.

“Seriously, dad jokes? Are you trying to embarrass me?” Y/N blushed as Tyler looks at him and giggles. Herman smiles. “Why don’t you both head inside and I’ll take your bags upstairs?” Y/N nodded as he grabbed Tyler’s hand and led them into the mansion.

Y/N led Tyler past a staircase as Herman traveled up said stairs with all their stuff in his hands as the barista was led into the living room. The first thing Tyler noticed were the webs. The whole living seemed to be covered in it, like Spider-Man had a fight here and didn’t clean up after himself. There were candles lit all around with an old-fashioned clock, an electric chair, a tv, and a fireplace with a couch and a coffee table. There was also a giant harp too.

“Hope you don’t mind, but my mom cleaned this place up for our arrival,” Y/N said.

“That’s fine. No problem at all.” Tyler smiles.

From another room, a beautiful and slender woman with long dark hair with flex’s of gray mixed in and greenish skin, wears an ankle-length pale pink gown that appears faded and old, a bat-shaped medallion around her neck as she is accompanied by an older looking man who also has green skin. He wears a tuxedo with crazy curly gray and white hair. They stop when they see the two boys.

“Ma! Grandpa!” Y/N whooshed towards them and hugged them tight as they did the same to him. “Oh, dear, it’s wonderful to have you home for Christmas, Y/N.”

“It certainly is. Especially with the new blood you brought into the family.” The old man looks at Tyler, a gleam in his eyes as in a blink of an eye; he’s right in front of Tyler, grasping his arm. His fangs come out as the curly-haired young man watches him attempt to bite his arm.

“Grandpa!” Y/N speeds towards them and gets in between as he stands in front of Tyler protectively. “You can’t just bite my boyfriend’s arm.”

“That’s right, grandpa you can’t. You didn’t even ask him for permission first.” the woman says. “Besides, Y/N already has a claim over him and will bite him if he so chooses to do so.”

“Ma, I told you, vampires, my age, don't bite people anymore. It's not considered cool.”

“Cool?” the old man asks. “Back in my day, it was the coolest thing about being a vampire and suddenly now it's not? Your grandma would be turning in her grave right now.”

“What are you talking about? She always turns in her grave.” Y/N gives Tyler an apologetic look. “Sorry about that, Tyler. That was very rude of my grandfather.” He glares at the old man.

“Oh, so this is Tyler?” The woman asks Y/N.

“Wait, he’s Edward Hyde’s great, great, great great, grandson?” The old man gasps.

“Yup, he sure is. Ma, grandpa, this is Tyler. Ty, this is my mom, Lily, and my grandpa, Sam Dracula, Count of Transylvania.”

“Hello, there. Nice to meet you both,” Tyler said.

“You too, Tyler. So wonderful to finally meet you in person. Y/N’s told us all about you,” Lily said.

“He sure has.” Grandpa smiles as he pats them both on the shoulders. “He’s a keeper, Y/N. You have my blessing.” He leans close to Tyler. “Catch ya later, your highness.” He walks out of the room.

“Where are Marilyn and Eddie?” Y/N asks.

“Oh, Marilyn is on a date, and it’s nighttime. I suppose I should wake up Eddie from his sleep. Don’t want him wasting a beautiful night in bed,” Lily said.

“Speaking of bed, Tyler and I are going to get some sleep. It was a long trip.” Y/N noticed Tyler trying to hide his yawn.

Lily nods her head. “Of course, dear. I made sure to clean your room with fresh cobwebs and dust.”

Y/N leads Tyler away from the living room and up the stairs, passing his father as they go up and he goes down. “Going to bed, son? In the middle of the night?”

“Yeah, pops, we’re pretty tired.”

“Alright then, son. You and Tyler have a bad night's sleep and sweet nightmares,” Herman said. Y/N nods and kisses his father’s cheek goodnight as he leads Tyler towards his room.

When Herman comes down the stairs, he finds his wife waiting for him. “Oh, Herman, do you really think they should be sleeping in the same room together? You know how boys are.”

“I do, Lily. Because I am one,” Herman says.

“Would you two stop worrying?” Grandpa said. “Y/N’s a responsible young man and he would never do anything inappropriate. Besides, when I was his age, my parents let my partners stay in my coffin all the time.”

“Yeah, that’s because most of them were dead on their feet.” Herman says with a loud bellow.

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #wednesday 2022 #tyler galpin x male reader #tyler galpin x y/n #tyler galpin x reader #tyler galpin #hunter doohan x male reader #hunter doohan #the munsters #Y/N Munster

[fastlikealambo]

Hurts like Hell: Kas! Eddie x Sinclair! Reader

Summary: You get word that the party has found Eddie alive but changed. In an effort to get him back to seeing reason, you put your life at risk to save your friends and if he’s still in there,  the man you love.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, discussions of mental health, blood, mentions of pregnancy

I dialed down the angst a lot when I edited it today so im not sure i like this one, idk lemme know what you think

“Please help us, we can’t do this without you.”

You don’t know how Dustin got your phone number.

 The phone hadn’t rang in the weeks since Eddie’s funeral, since you moved in the middle of the night, lying to your family that you got a better job a few towns away when you were barely on the outskirts of Hawkins in the trailer that you both were supposed to share after his graduation.

They say it’s loneliness, the longing for someone who isn’t there is what gets you but they were wrong, it’s the heaviness. Everything felt so goddamn heavy, your clothes and a few of his that you had stolen felt heavy so they stayed on the floor, fresh food you bought to fill yourself that was heavy too so it rotted on the trailer steps, and last but least, you were so heavy in yourself the only place you felt lighter was your bed.

You didn’t even move when Dustin called the first time, his explanation that Eddie was alive and the bats had done something to him didn’t even cause you to stir. His resurrection should have been the cool hand to soothe your fevered weightiness but you just closed your eyes to the world once more, sheltered in your own guilt.

Dustin’s final call comes in the middle of the night, you can tell he’s been crying, the sounds of gunfire and screaming coming through loud and clear.  This time he’s begging for your help and it’s enough for you to dizzily get to your feet and wade through the weeks of piling garbage and find your car keys.

No one notices your arrival at first, too busy running from or running at Eddie.  Your sweet Eddie, an unholy vision of bullet hole filled clothing and dried black blood, snarls, throwing El and Hopper to the side where the rest of your friends are, hurt and crying as Eddie charges them again.

“Don’t you dare.”

Your hand dripping blood is what stands between Eddie, Dustin, and Erica. The room goes quiet as they take in their new arrival in week old pajamas. 

“You want this? Come and get it.”  You held your hand out towards Eddie, putting yourself in between the kids and him. You know what’s coming as you back up into what looks like a cage  of Dustin’s design without even a single tear shed for your thought dead love.

It hurts too much.

You move an inch to your left before he can get to your throat, locking the cage behind you both.

“Are you crazy, get out of there!” Erica screamed, your little sister’s confident demeanor gone, fear only remaining.

“It’s okay, he won’t hurt me, not if he’s still in there. “ You said with a weak smile.

Eddie’s growling but remains on the opposite side of the cage, bloody hands balled into fists, eyes anywhere but your face.

“Get out Sinclair, before I kill you.”  He threatened.

“So you do know who I am, that’s good. Who am I talking to right now, my undead boyfriend or Vecna’s spy?”

“Dustin, open the cage, she can’t be in there with him. Sinclair, you need to open the door now.” Steve bellowed.

You put your non injured hand up in Steve’s direction, but never take your eyes off Eddie.

Come on baby, I know you’re still in there.

“ I will kill everyone in this room, you know that I can, and you know that I will. ” Eddie’s voice echoed throughout the room.

“ Look me in the eye and say that again.” You closed the gap between you two so he’s forced to look at you, dark red circles under his eyes and fangs fully visible.

“Everyone in this room is here because they care about you, they risked their lives to bring you back. Vecna’s not here, he can’t hurt you Eddie so if you’re in there, we’re here for you, I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere. ” You said softly, reaching out for him with both hands in a moment of weakness.

You don’t have a moment to react before Eddie grabs you by your wrists, bringing you against his chest, his teeth poised to sink to your neck.

“ Eddie please don’t do this, I love you.” You whimpered, struggling against his grip.

Suddenly he stops, turning you around to face him, eyes wide, listening intently. He lets go, an icy hand lingering on your stomach, tears in the corners of his eyes as he looks to you for confirmation.

You nod.

“Everyone here has something Vecna will never have and that’s love. I can do this without you but if there’s a chance I don’t have to, that you’re still here, I will do whatever it takes to save you, Eddie. I love you and I can’t lose you.”

You started to cry, watching as Eddie looked around the room at his scared friends then back at you, the two heartbeats he focused on bringing him to his knees, his arms wrapped around your waist, head on your stomach, crying. You stroked the back of his head, soothing him as he cried harder, tears soaking your shirt. 

“Are you here Eddie?”

“I’m here.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x sinclair!reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson x yn

[winifredsandersonsbitch]

Attempted Breakup (Spike x Reader, BTVS)

Warnings: none

“So what, you just decide the time we shared together doesn’t mean anything? That’s not how it works, love.”

“You don’t get to decide how it works,” you say through gritted teeth. You yank your arm out of his grasp and dart for the street, but he ducks in front of you. 

“As half of this relationship, I think I have some say.” 

“There is no relationship!” You almost scream it, and a couple who had been window shopping cross to the other side of the street. You take a deep breath, square your shoulders, and try again. “Look, Spike, I’m not trying to be the bad guy here.” 

“Damn right.” He leans against the wall and lights a match for his cigarette. “That’s my job.” 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes and push past him. “Spike, I—we—I made a mistake. That’s all.” 

“So now you’re going to pull a Buffy on me? Get all insecure and frigid?” 

“That’s my sister!” 

You shove him hard into the street and then pull him back just as quickly as a truck blazes past, honking angrily. Spike wiggles his eyebrows when he sees how tightly your fingers are gripping the lapels of his jacket, but despite your irritation you have to force yourself to release him. 

“Can’t keep your hands off me, hmm?” 

“If anyone gets to kill you after all this time, it should be Buffy.” 

The walk light switches on and you jog across the street, hoping he’ll get the message and give you some space to sort yourself out. But Spike is nothing if not persistent.

“I was jealous, okay? Everyone else is paired up. Buffy and Riley, Xander and Anya, Willow and Tara. Even Giles has some—” you wrinkle your nose and try not to gag “—special lady friends who come by sometimes. But I should’ve known better than to get involved with a vampire. That’s my sister’s M.O., not mine.” 

“If you wanted to get back at them, all you had to do was ask.” 

“I don’t. It was stupid. I shouldn’t... I need to start hanging out with other people. More normal people. Without boyfriends or girlfriends or... vampires.” You turn to him. “I don’t want to play the part of the broken girl who pushes everyone away, okay? But I’m not myself right now.” 

“Are you going to give me the I-hope-we-can-still-be-friends talk next?” He rolls his eyes. “Get over yourself. I may be dirt, but you’re the one who likes to roll in it.” 

He can think whatever he wants, you tell yourself. It doesn’t matter. This time, it’s over. And it’s for the best! You don’t need some undead asshole hanging around, trying to bring you over to the dark side. Just because your sister is the Slayer doesn’t mean that you’re not special too. You just need some extra support. But you can get it from someone living. Maybe a therapist. 

Yes, you think, a therapist. I’ll just explain how my sister’s destiny as a vampire killing machine makes me feel isolated from others. Then they’ll lock me up in a psych hospital. 

You take a deep breath. Remind yourself that making bad decisions doesn’t make you a bad person. Being with Spike is not indicative of a larger character flaw, or some internal darkness that will be with you for the rest of your life. It was a mistake, but you can atone for it. 

You start by going to church. You’ve never been religious, but hey. Spike (probably) won’t dare to follow you here, and maybe it’ll be good for you to spend some time thinking about a divine power that isn’t evil and doesn’t have the intention of ruining your life. 

Things are going to be different from now on. 

You’re already missing him though, as if that isn’t evidence enough that you’ve become codependent. You glance over your shoulder for him, but he’s gone. Or at least he appears to be. Probably he’s up on the rooftops somewhere, relishing your hesitation in walking away. Why can’t anything be easy with him?

You take the first step forward, then the next. But the next time you turn back, in the middle of the crosswalk, he’s there. He crushes you against him, burying his lips in your hair. 

“It’s a mistake,” you whisper. Your mouth is pressed up against his shirt, the words disappearing in the fabric. Your eyes water. Is this your weakness, as it is Buffy’s? 

If you thought he was going to continue arguing with you, you were wrong. 

“Maybe so,” he says. “But as you well know, I’ve no shame.” 

You kiss the space where his eyebrow splits in two, meticulously sliced to look more punk. You once asked what the running rate was for a singular cut like that; he pretended like he didn’t find it funny. He dances you out of the crosswalk as another car speeds down the street. It’s awkward and graceless. 

“I’m glad.” You stroke his eyebrow like a caterpillar, lightly and with one finger. The skin jumps as he raises them both devilishly. 

“So... Do we get to kiss and make up now?”

#btvs #Buffy The Vampire Slayer #spike x reader #fanfiction

[sundaynightlive]

You Are in Love (Steddie)

Yeah, I’m a Swiftie, deal with it.

(TW: blood and death, I guess?)

Steve and Eddie’s dramatic ass reunion after the Upside Down debacle, secretly-daring-before-season-4 edition.

Just some sappy, fluffy shit. So short—impossibly short.

I have so much I wanna write and post but my wifi is down and I hate writing on my phone so we all out of luck until my grandpa fixes it lmao.

You can hear it in the silence.

Quiet, as the dust clears. Steve’s heartbeat is in his fucking throat—the tear is closed, and they’re alive. They’re all alive, even—

You can feel it on the way home.

It’s time he was honest, he knows that. He knows how long he’s been lying, how much he’s been hiding from his people—his family. They didn’t deserve that, but he couldn’t help not being ready.

He’d only managed to tell Rob, for obvious reasons.

He’s far from Steve, separated by the chaos, bleeding profusely from long scars on his back where there used to be wings—dirty, hair soaked with rain and blood and sweat—he’s looking at Steve, wide-eyed, probably shocked to be alive when not too long ago he was undead, and not long before that, just dead.

God, how that had torn Steve apart—no one to cry to except Wayne and Rob, nobody to talk to, avoiding Dustin like a plague, unable to offer a shoulder when he needed one himself.

More than a shoulder—whole bodies, whole hearts and minds to console him in his grief.

And Dustin is still pissed at him for this, and Steve has a lot of apologizing to do for the way he’s been. He has a lot of apologizing to do for his refusal to explain himself.

But right now isn’t the time to worry about that.

You can see it with the lights out.

Steve is crying before he’s moving, choking out sobs before he even thinks to go towards Eddie to hold him for the first time in ages.

He’s wiping his eyes, rooted to the spot, blubbering like a goddamn baby until Robin pushes at his shoulder, urging him forward, and he realizes that yeah.

Yeah, he should probably go.

“Go, Steve.”

You are in love. True love.

He stumbles first, and then he’s running. He’s never run while crying before, and finds himself teetering and stumbling, but it’s not enough to stop it.

It’s been so long. So long.

God, Steve can’t wait to bring Eddie home, to laugh and cry and settle in Wayne’s arms, too, and then get that fucker in a shower, and maybe climb in there with him.

Or a bath. Maybe even a bath.

He can’t wait to crawl into bed with him again, to wake up in the morning to coffee and breakfast, courtesy of Wayne. He can’t wait to show him all the things he’s missed, to bring him to Hellfire and let him learn Will’s campaign, to get him a job, to get him a life. Get him his life back.

He can’t wait to wake up whole. Without that empty fucking space, and that empty fucking vest.

“You fucking idiot,” he sobs.

You are in love.

Eddie holds him, bares the force of him and then holds him tightly, laughing hysterically, crying, too. Steve is smearing blood across his hands and Ed’s back, and he can’t bring himself to fucking care. It’s not terrible—the scars won’t be terrible.

Eddie’s alive. He’s alive.

And really, Steve could care less about the eyes on them, curious onlookers plus Robin, who is yelling something like—

“Fuck yeah! We’re alive, motherfuckers!”

“I’m sorry,” Eddie says, hoarse, and Steve pulls out of the hug, tears streaming down his face. “I know I said I—“

“You wanted to kiss me before we split up, you dumb son of a bitch,” Steve manages, voice breaking, shaking his head slightly at the intense relief washing through every cell in his body, “So do it, Munson.”

The smile he’s gifted is worth every second of agony.

Eddie’s hands come around his face and pull him forward. Robin hoots and hollers. Steve just pulls his boyfriend closer, crying profusely and hoping to never wake from this moment. Nothing in his life will ever feel like this again—

And, to be fair, it shouldn’t.

You can hear it in the silence…

#fanfiction #lgbtq #gay #writer #fanfic #steddie #steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #sometimes I just get the urge to write dumb little stuff like this #reunion #au #stranger things au

[chasing-chimeras]

my boyfriend’s reads on teen wolf so far, part 3 (this is the second half of 5b)

links to parts 1 and 2 :)

“how is this town not under martial law? why hasn’t there been a mass exodus enforced by child protective services to get these kids out of there?”

when lydia killed valack: “that was iconic, but i’m still wondering how this man got out of this supernatural psychiatric prison and then somehow managed to run that same prison with the same staff. did no one think that was strange?”

on the sheriff: “he’s done some messed up stuff, but i stand by him. if there’s one true dilf in the show, it’s him, even more so than chris argent. which is probably more revealing of me than anything else.”

on parrish’s relationship with lydia: “i mean i definitely don’t like it. i guess mild props to him for keeping those sex dreams to himself. MAYBE that’s why he wanted to leave town? MAYBE we should give him some credit? but also i can’t blame lydia, i can’t say that if there was a hot older man in town who was simultaneously the lord of death and this guy destined to save the world that i wouldn’t fall for it.”

summing up his reaction to theo (at the end of 5b): “he’s just like really annoying and honestly i don’t think that he’s that compelling. it feels like every episode he comes on the show and approaches scott or one of his people and says “you really shouldn’t trust me but i know something you need to know” and then he betrays them and walks on screen with the dumbest look on his face.” 😪

on mason being the beast: “this was the first time i was right about something in this fucking show.”

“melissa is just trying to get fired at this point, but she continues to do what’s necessary.”

“i love that they manage to keep allison around in subtle but powerful ways.”

on marie-jeanne: “i don’t know how to describe her accent but it sounds like they were trying to go for all of them at once. but she was iconic and she should be back on the show. i was honestly hoping they would find a way to resurrect her to kill the beast again.”

on the dread doctors: “this was the fifth season in a row where there are villains impervious to anything right up until the moment where they need to die.”

he LOVED the sewer scenes where theo betrays deucalion and then scott, only to get his neck snapped by deucalion and find out that he’s been a double agent, only to have gerard interrupt and then get betrayed by his own son. “it’s like that meme of those spidermen pointing their fingers at each other.”

“but i loved when theo got his neck snapped.”

he’s PISSED at how lackluster kira’s send off was and that his theory about her being the real key to defeating the beast (not parrish) was wrong: “i don’t understand the entire buildup of her internal conflict looking back on it. they gave her all the pieces. she spends all season struggling to contain this fiery energy, they constantly mention it’s parrish which feels like a fakeout, and they sent her back to the skinwalkers to figure out how to help her friends. and then she comes back with some “secret power” just to send this one twink to hell? they did her so dirty.”

continued, because he needed to rant: “cause she left again! and in that episode everyone is like dying, so it’s like okay she’s coming back and she’s going to be the deus ex machina. but instead she comes back to send a teenager to hell? i’m just picturing her at shiprock like “okay how do we deal with the beast?” and the skinwalkers are just like “so you’re actually going to have nothing to do with that. but what you are going to do is send a teenager to hell so that we can torture him.” what was even their connection to theo???”

on theo’s punishment: “that was dark. it really was strange how kira’s final act on the show was to say “your sister wants to see you” and then call up an ostensibly undead version of his sister who pulls him into this realm that we’ve never heard of before as he begs for his life. i would say that was a tonal shift.”

#once again bolding my favorite reactions #🤡 #🧡 tw watch 🧡

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Vampire Masterlist

A Feeling That I Can't Fight (ao3) - lilacpages, shutupluke michael/ashton, michael/calum/ashton, michael/luke/ashton E, 8k (WIP)

Summary: Michael and Ashton have an unmistakable allure to them and a routine that dates back centuries. Calum's just a simple bartender who's heard a few things about vampires.

Or, Calum lets a stranger with a boyfriend buy him drinks, and eventually all three of them get more than they bargained for.

A Sanctified Starling (ao3) - plushyluke luke/ashton E, 10k

Summary: Ashton didn’t know why humans were so fascinated by stories of things that could kill them. If it posed impending doom, humans spread it around. Then again, it was more than likely a trait passed down from the hunter-gatherer years.

“Regardless of if it’s a legend, you still need to be careful in unwatched areas. Murderers come in all forms.”

The cold bastard locked eyes with Ashton.

“Very true, Michael. How thoughtful of you to look after our Nobleman. Sometimes danger could be lurking right beneath your nose.”

(or Ashton is a grumpy old vampire who agrees to go on an adventure with his nemesis, where the run into the prettiest of undead discoveries)

blood on my shirt, heart in my hands (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) michael/ashton T, 2k

Summary: Michael finally agrees to feed from Ashton.

Daylight (ao3) - mukeandziamgotmelike (orphan_account) calum/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: //Before we started it was over, I feel our bodies getting colder. He gives me, a feeling that I can't fight.//

-OR-

Calum and Ashton have been dating for a while, and how the hell did Calum never notice this?

feat. Calum as the cute one, Ashton as the nice vampire who's also cute, Luke as Ashton's snarky best friend, and Michael as...Michael

daylight (ao3) - eighthcaramel luke/ashton T, 16k (WIP)

Summary: Ashton has to work a fulltime job so his family can afford to stay in their new apartment. Because of this, he has to go to night school, where he meets the very fascinating Luke. As Ashton learns more about him, he gets pulled into something he definitely does not want to be involved in. . .

fear the fever (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/ashton M, 8k

Summary: The breeze shifts and Ashton catches a whiff of a new scent that makes his heartbeat stutter. It’s cold and metallic and hungry in a way that shouldn’t be possible to emulate via smell, which means it can only be one thing: a vampire.

in the jaws of the beast (ao3) - mockturtletale OT4 E, 17k

Summary: “You also drink blood now,” Luke points out.

“Like, exclusively,” Calum adds, looking down at the remnants of the hot dogs the rest of them had for lunch like he’s in mourning.

i see the stars in the eyes of a vampire (ao3) - mimi_reads michael/calum, luke/ashton T, 8k

Summary: Calum is a werewolf. Michael is a vampire. Here's an insight into their relationship and the struggles that come with dating someone who's part of a different species.

It's Not Easy To Be Me (ao3) - insideimasadrainbow luke/calum, michael/ashton, michael/calum, calum/ashton E, 3k

Summary: It's not easy being in a band and it's definitely not easy being in a band when you're the only human and your band mates are vampires.

No Control (ao3) - liqhters (orphan_account) michael/calum, luke/ashton N/R, 2k

Summary: or the fic where michael is a vampire that hasn't fed for days and calum is everything michael a vampire could wish for

(oh, your love is) sunlight (ao3) - allsassnoclass (brightblackholes) luke/calum T, 1k

Summary: That might be what Calum misses most about being alive. Sure, he misses the taste of real food, not the concoction he gets from Luke's store, and he misses the feeling of knowing his body was keeping him alive, of breath moving through his lungs and blood pumping in his veins, but when he dreams about being human, he dreams of the sun.

Perhaps that's why he's so drawn to Luke.

So what if I'm a monster, that's been here all along (ao3) - lifeinecstasy ot4 T, 2k

Summary: Luke turns into a vampire... oops

Stay Right Here For Me (ao3) - IfWallsCouldMuke michael/luke E, 1k

Summary: Michael hates Luke.

But he doesn't.

sucking your blood till your heart stops beating (ao3) - fuckboyluke luke/ashton T, 1k

Summary: Luke and Ashton are roomates and everything about Luke really pisses Ashton off.

They Say We Are What We Are But We Don't Have To Be (ao3) - lukey_irwie luke/ashton G, 21k

Summary: Luke is fairly adjusted to his life as a vampire and he actually really enjoys it, however one night hunters attack his clan's lair. But what if instead of killing him, one of the hunter's decides to spare his life, and what if Luke falls for him.

Or the one where Ashton is a monster hunter and can't seem bring himself to be able to kill this really cute blonde vampire.

Unravel, Unmake Yourself (ao3) - Branithar ot4 E, 9k

Summary: Luke is getting sicker with every full moon, Ashton keeps being called to Hell, Calum is anxious about his upcoming surgeries going badly and Michael feels lucky that the worst thing happening to him is having to buy blood instead of feed exclusively from his boyfriends. The second-hand stress from everything happening to them is wearing him thin, but surely it can't get worse, can it?

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #5 seconds of summer #vampire #vampire masterlist #masterlists

[doodling-doodle]

A Modern Great War (PT. 9)

Time went by, feeling the same amount of time in a day, but just... so much longer

He had only found Saraxis since Norticus...

but that was about to change.

But he still wouldn't get out of there for a long time...

Four months later…

They had just gotten back from claiming Saraxis' power. He only had the two of them, but it was a start.

He hadn't fully tested how his powers worked yet. But he had a general idea of it. 

He was on watch that night. It was nice, he could just clear his head up there.

“Don’t relax for long, seedling.”

“I know… I just miss everyone. All I see is them crying in those illusions.”

“We can’t really speed up the process."

"I know that. Who's next, anyway?"

"It should be me."

"Give me more details in the morning. Let me clear my head."

But it's hard when you have a bunch of voices in it. And he could've sworn he heard another one. Just a calling whisper again…

He didn't want to pay attention to it.

The next day…

He had just gotten inside, and the others were waking up.

"Anything new?" Richtofen asked.

“Negitive. Not even undead.” 

"Which is good, I suppose." Dempsey said as he entered the room. "Anything with the voices in your head?"

"Invictor is supposed to be next. Not sure where he is, though."

"We'll find out soon. Until then, we need to go on a supply run.”

They went shortly after, and he learned a bit of their old missions together. He was pretty fascinated. It was at the start of the Cold War. The very start. 

"Then the whole 'jump through portals and take your own soul' thing happened and we got stuck in a cycle for like… twenty years until we somehow got out of it, and went a year before we died and ended up here." Dempsey finished.

"How'd you take your own soul?"

"The Summoning Key." Richtofen replied.

"Hm. Any intel on that?"

"I never fully figured out how it worked. But I have a feeling that it's how we ended up here."

"He's right about that." Norticus said.

"Interesting."

They just kept walking. They needed food and water. Supplies were low, but since the Dark Aether was a place that was never ending and always changing, they basically had limitless supplies.

Another illusion showed up.

This time of Price.

“Norris, I do not give a single shit what you say, finding Kyle is more important than looking for Shepheard right now. If you want to make your own team, do it, but I am not giving you my Task Force. My son could be dead!”

“Oh, cut the crap, John, he isn’t your son!”

“I sure as hell wish he was. He has called me ‘dad’ for nearly three years! He’s my fucking child!”

He felt horrible…

“Fine. You go and look for a dead man.”

“I will. You can sit this one out.”

 Norris rolled his eyes before walking away, probably out of Price's office.

He sighed before he sat down, looking at a picture he had on his desk.

His favorite picture of them together.

"Dad…" He whispered, taking a step towards it.

"You've only really been gone for a week… there's no way your dead. Right? Please… Please, son…" He very rarely cried, but he started bawling then.

"Kyle, please. I love you, son. Come back… I'll do anything… I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault…”

“I need you back…”

Graves showed up, sitting on the other side of the desk.

“John… He’s probably okay.”

“He’s alone. Who knows where the fuck he is?! He could be…”

Graves stood, Price did to, and held him tight.

“We’ll get him back… I hope.”

It disappeared.

He just walked away from the settling ashes. He didn’t want to cry in front of them again.

They went back to the safehouse that night with a ton of supplies.

He was cleaning his pistol and knife, trying to get his mind off it.

"Hey, kid."

He looked up at Dempsey,  "yes, corporal?"

"That was Price in that illusion, wasn't it?"

He nodded as Dempsey sat down in a chair across from him.

"Who was the other one? Not Norris, the other one?”

He sighed, “Phillip Graves… his boyfriend.”

"And Price is also your father?"

"It's complicated… my unofficially adoptive dad’s, I guess."

"Unofficial?"

"I wasn't actually adopted. I was twenty-seven when I started calling him dad and since January called Phil pops. I had a… not so good family- and my father was a real piece of shit. I didn't realize how much I needed a father until he came along… then Pops…”

"Damn…"

"That whole task force is my family."

"Then why'd you leave?"

"I didn't have much of a choice."

He nodded, "let's hope their alive." He stood, "get some sleep." He left the room

He froze at that. What if they were dead by the time he got there?

He wouldn’t think about that.

The next day…

He woke up before the others. And he couldn’t sleep.

He decided to got out to where no one could see, and test his powers.

It felt so weird. Telekictics on top of all the other ones. But it felt… good. Natural.

"You learn quickly, Seedling."

"I have you."

"You should get back to the house. The others are waking up."

He nodded, and walked back as they were just waking up.

“Hey, sergeant.” Nikolai said when he walked in. 

“Hey…”

They waited for the others, geared up, and went out.

They split up for a bit. "This is a bad idea. A damn movie Cliché. Someone's gonna die."

"Or you'll live, just with a few scratches."

"Not helpful, Saraxis."

"I wasn't really trying to be."

"Wow. Leave me out to dry, why don't you?"

He just kept going.

That calling whisper started up, but he could actually make it out

"Come to me. We have a lot to talk about." 

That… that couldn't be, right?

There's no way.

There's no way it was Samatha Maxis.

"It is the only way."

Shit. It was her.

He followed it…

Sure enough. There she was, leaning on a tree. The same gear she had when she was in The Dark Aether.

"What the fuck…?"

"Ja, I know. Shocking. Just, don't freak out."

"I don't think I could even if I tried. I've had voices in my head for the past five months, I've been killing undead, chasing Dark Aether Gods, and many more. This is one of the more normal things I've seen."

"Fair. Well, you probably have some idea of what's going on. I don’t think much needs to be explained. Other then this… We’re connected through the Aether. We’re a part of it. I can talk to you just as the other gods can. I can take control of you. And you can me. I will if I need to.”

He nodded. “So your just here?”

“FIgured I’d try to help.”

“Didn’t you get trapped here?”

“I would’ve been here forever if not for Mika. She managed to get in, I still have no clue how, and managed to get us out. She was one hell of a soldier.”

“She stopped aging too, yeah?”

“She did. Had kids, too.”

“I met Lilith.”

She froze, and looked at him.

“At least, Her callsign is Lilith. I know her name is Kaida, but she was always called that. Surprised you never knew."

"I had to get away from them. Lay low. After all, we're all legally dead. I died in the late 2010's. So did Lizzie. Mika died last year. So did her sister's und Aimi. As far as the world knows, Kaida is the last known descent. Of any of us."

“she was twenty-three, 2016, when I met her. I heard a few stories, just about growing up and her mothers. What a pain it was for them to be able to have her… Nothing about… this.”

“Never told her. She didn’t need to know.”

“Fair… I-”

“Go. We’ll meet again.”

With that, she disappeared into a cloud of purple smoke.

He sighed, and went off, back to-

"Don't. I'm nearby."

Well great.

He went over to him.

There he was.

"Just cut to the chase."

He did.

He passed out again, only to wake up with his powers.

"Good luck."

He really needed it…

#call of duty #cod mwii #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty vanguard #cod zombies #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #john price #phillip graves #tank dempsey #edward richtofen #takeo masaki #nikolai belinski #Mika Rose Masaki (OC) #samantha maxis #elizabeth grey #vercanna the last #inviktor the destoryer #saraxis the shadow #norticus the conqueror #gazalex #alexgaz #price x graves #tankeo #greysam #A Modern Great War AU

[griefbuilt]

                     Got a secret? Don’t keep it, it’ll take you to the grave.

Good evening, residents of McKinley. If you’ll please find your assigned seats, we have a special treat in store for you tonight. As you take your seats, you’ll notice a placecard in front of you with one simple instruction, “confess thy secrets or sacrifice thy neighbor to earn entry to leave.”. Go on now, look to your left and to your right. Is your secret worth your neighbor’s life? No, no. Don’t try to leave – you can’t. See, we had this planned far ahead. As soon as you took your seats, you were spelled to them until you either sacrificed your neighbor’s life or confessed a dark secret. You didn’t think this was going to be a cheery holiday dinner did you? There’s been far too many secrets and not enough lives falling victim for the abundance of supernatural beings here. One way or another, the night will end in our favor. Secrets or blood spilled - it’s your choice. So? Go on now, confess your secret or sacrifice your neighbor. We’ll be watching.

jesus  fucking  christ  this  couldn’t  be  happening.  this  wasn’t  happening.  why  the  hell  would  anyone  care  about  his  secrets  ?  he  wasn’t  like  klaus  or  bonnie  or  stefan,  wasn’t  the  type  of  person  who  could  have  novels  written  about  them.  he  had  no  earth-shattering  secrets,  nothing  that  bore  some  great  relevance  or  would  have  cataclysmic  consequences.  no,  his  secrets  were  like  him.  pathetic.  largely  ignored.  irrelevant.  so  why  the  hell  had  he  been  roped  into  this  ?  stupid  motherfucking  goddamned  holidays  he  licked  his  lips,  mouth  gone  dry.  one  by  one,  the  table  spilt  their  guts  ----- lest  they  risk  spilling  a  friend’s.   the  rush  of  blood  to  the  head  had  practically  deafened  him  while  dominic  and  lamai  spoke.....by  the  time  it  was  his  turn,  his  heart  was  at  a  thundering  rhythm.  already  so  much  heartbreak,  and  he  was  just  going  to  add  to  it.  was  was  going  to  worry  the  people  he  was  supposed  to  be  strong  for.  look  weak  in  front  of  the  people  he  wanted  to  protect.  but  that  was  the  crux  of  the  issue,  wasn’t  it  ?  he  was  weak.  always  had  been.  he  picked  at  the  skin  of  his  fingers  until  they  bled  (  such  an  ugly  fucking  mess.  they  never  really  healed.  why  did  tyler  want  to  be  with  someone  like  that  ?  ).  probably  not  the  wisest  choice  given  his  present  company.  deep  breath. 

 “  i’ve  tried  to  kill  myself  a  few  times  before,  “  he  admitted.  hopefully  he  sounded  more  composed  than  he  felt.  “ would  probably  be  dead....or  undead  if  some  vampire  blood  didn’t  heal  me  after  i  od’d.  “  but  that  was  only  one  part  of  it,  wasn’t  it  ?  not  the  scary  thing  he  carried  with  him,  that  part  of  him  that  had  been  there  since  childhood  ------  would  be  there  until  death.  “  -i  might  try  to  do  it  again.  i  mean,  i  just...  “  it  wasn’t  a  threat  or  anything.  just  the  way  things  were.  he  was  a  ticking  bomb  or  a  car  teetering  at  the  edge  of  a  cliff.  whatever  was  on  the  precipice  of  something  fiery  and  tragic.  “  -i  still  think  about  it  and  i  don’t  think  that’ll  ever  really  go  away.  bipolar,  ptsd,  anxiety,  whatever  that  shit  is,  it’s  me.  i  don’t  like  it.  i  don’t  want  it.  but  i-  “  what  more  could  he  say  ?  “  -i’m  just......i  can’t.  “  he  forced  his  eyes  shut  for  a  minute.  his  daughter  was  beside  him.  his  boyfriend  beside  her.  but  fuck....he  couldn’t  do  this.  not  now  and  maybe  not  ever.  the  chair  behind  him  clattered  as  he  rose.  “  i  need  a  drink.  “  and  just  like  the  fucking  coward  he  was,  he  fled.  

#suicide tw #suicidal ideation tw #mental illness tw #sanguishqs.event #&. a knife in one hand and a wound in the other ——- jeremy

[reaperkiller]

[breaks down your door] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 8, 10 and 13 for jason and marcus >:]

ALREADY ANSWERED 1 BUT. if necessary i could go into so much more detail. i could i really could i WONT but i could.

2. How’s their team work? Do they share well?

at first, they didn't even try to work together, or even really listen to each other - even though they are in this TOGETHER, with no one else to help them for a good while. then, it was like. god fine i'll work with you but only because we share a common goal. which finally made them break down the first barrier they both had up, which lead to them actually liking each other. but obviously neither of them would admit that for a WHILE. now, they work together VERY well. theyre so in tune with each other they don't even need to speak half the time, just one knowing glance, a nod, and they're on it, perfectly in sync.

the sharing is the same, they REFUSED at first but now??? marcus takes also jason's clothes,, jason cannot stop him. theyre way too big for him but he looks too cute so. jason just has to learn to deal with it

3. Are they open about their relationship? How do they feel about public displays of affection?

DEFINITELY yes. they were a bit shy at first* (*very shy like my GOD they couldnt even look each other in the eye) but then they gradually got comfortable with being out and about, holding hands, a little kiss every now and again. the power and ego trip they both experience by yelling "that's my BOYFRIEND you bitch" before starting a fight?? unparalleled.

4. First impression of each other? Was it love at first sight?

can't go into too much detail with it all yet bc that's exactly what i'm writing at the moment and i don't wanna spoil all of it <3 but it wasn't love at first sight at all, marcus was scared of him because he's tall, freakishly strong, very cold, an asshole, and generally. very angry and unpleasant person. and marcus did not want to be stuck with him. he was also scared bc, with marcus being able to see ghosts + undead stuff, jason had an extremely Weird vibe that marcus had never seen before, and it really freaked him out

as for jason, he saw marcus and was like, this is the most pathetic looking little guy ever. he can't even throw a punch. he's looking at me and he's about to start crying. do i have to babysit this little freak??? my boyfriend cheated on me with THIS??? jesus christ. how pathetic am i. and then. well. marcus's whole existence gave him even more self-esteem issues HFSJHGHJ

5. Nicknames? Pet names? Any in-jokes?

as i write more and fine-tune their relationship, i'll definitely have a better answer for this. but i do still have Something!!! jason used to call marcus 'big guy' and 'casanova' a lot when they started being a little less hostile to each other, sometimes also throwing in the occasional "honey" and "babycakes", bc marcus's reaction to those two specifically made him laugh. again he wouldnt admit it. but it really did make him go. omg... i.. orythfg aAaaaaa. it broke him internally every time but that didn't stop him. there's also a whole thing about a swear jar, because jason will NOT stop swearing at all ever, he sprinkles at least 5 swears in every sentence. WHAT a guy.

6. Any tasks that are always left to one person?

answered this one too AAAA

8. What do the like best about their partner?

jason is head over heels in love with marcus's smile and laugh. and the two of them together??? he melts. he gets weak at the knees he CANNOT deal with it. even after they've been together for years, it still makes him flustered <3 also his eyes, his freckles,,, how he's so SO talented like. the most talented guy he's ever seen he CANNOT get over it. just. even the way he simply exists in the world has jason on the floor. and the moustache. he says he hates it but like. it's one of his favourite things about marcus 1000%

marcus also loves jason's smile, that's the first thing he noticed about him - the first sign that he was actually breaking through the front jason had up and was getting through to the real thing. his resillience, with the amount of things he's been through, and the fact he's still going?? he's Amazed. he had already been in love with him for a while up until this point but when he heard him play guitar for the first time, which was also the first time where jason was 100% authentically himself??? he could have kissed him and married him and ran away with him right then and there. but he DIDNT bc they werent even TOGETHER and he still thought jason didnt like him all that much. ALSO HIS HANDS. JASON'S HANDS ARE SO IMPORTANT TO HIM. I COULD WRITE AN ESSAY ABOUT IT.

10. Who drives? Cooks? Does the handiwork? Cleans? Pays the bills? Handles the public?

jason (unfortunately) drives, marcus mostly does the cooking, but jason is getting better at trying to help <3 they both do varying levels of handiwork, both share cleaning tasks + bills too i guess idk!! THEY LIKE DOING THINGS TOGETHER and theyre both a little stupid so they need to use their combined braincell to get anything done. jason mostly handles anything with being out in Public and talking to people, bc he's tall and intimidating so no one will ever try shit with him or marcus. he HAS to protect his short bf at all costs

13. What do they do for fun? Do they have a favorite activity or do they like to switch things up?

i know i already answered this but i'm thinking about how they make music together again. and. aruthfghjd. when i said about them travelling?? they take as MANY pictures as they possibly can and put them all in a photo album. they LOVE photo albums. and scrapbooking. this fact is VERY important to me

#oc tag #OC ALEX #oc marcus #THEY MAKE ME SO DERANGED

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A;N: please enjoy this one shot for meet me at midnight. It’s not canon and features Daisy as herself, and Josh as a vampire. This was definitely inspired by @allmoshnobrain and their amazing bonded by blood fic so go read that too.

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The Starbucks was full of people, but not the one person I had wanted to see. I had set my sketchbook down, finishing up a drawing of my iced coffee. It wasn’t the most exciting subject matter, but I had been sitting here for an hour, and I needed something easy to draw.

My goal, albeit a stupid and glaringly pointless one, had been to see if the guy I’d seen last week would show up again. Admittedly, I’d succeeded in humiliating myself last week when our eyes had met across the crowded Starbucks. I’d been in line and had looked around, searching for a subject. He’d been on a date and he’d looked away, eyes locking with mine.

His eyes had stolen the air from my lungs. They had been a deep, mesmeric blue; almost the color of the sky on a stormy day with sharp silvery undertones. Those eyes had traveled down my body and snapped back to my face. I’d picked the stellar moment to drop my backpack when the girl behind the counter attracted my attention.

I’d scrambled to pick it up and when our eyes met again, his gaze had been playful and he’d been smirking at me. It was a look that made every nerve ending in my body sizzle, but it could have been that he found it pathetic that I’d been staring at him like a lovestruck moron.

I’d ordered my drink and risked another glance. His date was still talking, but his eyes were still on me. He’d leaned his head back to observe me. She, his date, had reached across and jabbed his arm with her hand, saying something to him in a furious whisper. I guessed that was a fair thing to do. They were probably a couple and I’d feel pretty distraught if my boyfriend stared so blatantly at another girl.

I’d sat in the corner, sketching and feeling both guilty and dejected. When I looked up again, they’d gone and I couldn’t help, but feel a little sad, especially considering the fact that I’d drawn him and wanted to give him the sketch. From my angle, I’d caught his side profile.

I’d analyzed the sketch; from the side his jawline was sharp and his nose was aquiline. He’d been looking at his date then and my gaze went to his eyes. They had a slight downward tilt to them, giving him a look of perpetual boredom. All those beautiful features were surrounded by hair so thick and curly, and I’d never seen hair like it.

I’d bought the sketch with me today, tucked inside my sketchbook with a note, but he hadn’t shown up. I’d been coming back to Starbucks for the past week and he hadn’t shown up again.

It was definitely time to give up. He wouldn’t be back and we’d likely never see each otheragain. I’d never know his name and he’d never know mine. Sighing, I finished my iced coffee and walked to work.

I’d been working at IHOP for a couple of years in order to fund my college degree. I walked through the streets, looking at all the posters littering the brick walls. ‘Be safe, travel together.’

A few years ago, vampire attacks started to become something of a reality. Initially, there’d been a curfew and then a treatment. If you got the treatment in time, you wouldn’t become one of the undead.

Attacks still happened, but the fatality rate went down and the vampires hid themselves amongst our society, coming out at night to feed and lure in people desperate enough for eternal life. I got to work, greeting Marie and Desiree as I walked by. Desiree followed me, grinning broadly.

“So, spill it,” She said when we got to the staffroom. “Did he show? And did you sail off into the sunset?”

“No, he didn’t show up,” I said. “I have the sketch and the note for him, but maybe I should just throw it away.”

“Dais, don’t throw it away,” Desiree insisted, folding her arms. “Try tomorrow. It’s the weekend, spend the whole fuckin’ day there.”

“If only,” I laughed. “I have an essay due and I need to organize which sketches I’m using for a final piece, and I need to clean my dorm room.”

“Girl, please,” She sighed. “Come outta your room a little. Have a movie marathon with me on Saturday night.”

“We’ll see,” I said, and she pouted. “I also need to run to the store and get the copic markers I ordered.”

“What an action packed life you do lead, Dais.” Desiree said, smirking.

“Plus isn’t Theo with you on Saturday?” I said, and she looked sheepish. “I don’t want to interrupt you guy’s date night.”

“Girl, c’mon.” She whined.

“I may make an appearance to steal some of your popcorn,” I smiled, and she finally grinned. “As long as it’s not salted.”

“Girl, butter all the way.” She said.

I dug into my backpack, removing my black apron and tying it around my waist. Desiree grabbed my nametag and swiped it down the machine for me, handing it to me. I took it, pinning it to my uniform and followed her to the busy restaurant.

The rest of the shift passed by in a blur of customers. At half ten, Marie flipped the sign to closed and locked the door. Desiree seated herself on a stool whilst Marie counted the money in the register. I was still mopping near the door. The skin on my neck prickled and I got that sense that I was being watched, that eyes were on me.

I stopped mopping and glanced outside. The streetlights were on and showered the sidewalk in dull, yellow light. I approached the booth near me, climbing in and staring out into the night. That feeling of being watched was still there, but I couldn’t see anyone out there. A chill passed down my spine. I glanced at the alleyway across from us and narrowed my eyes, trying to see into the inky darkness.

A hand landed on my shoulder and I yelped, turning to find Desiree behind me, smirking. I looked around at the alley again and the feeling had vanished.

“What’s with you, girl?” She asked.

“I-i dunno,” I admitted. “B-but it felt like I was being watched.”

“Probably a vamp,” Desiree shrugged then. “Eternal life must be borin’, they probably watch our lives like some kinda soap opera.”

“I-i guess.” I said, and shuffled out the booth.

Marie, Edna and Marcus the cook were waiting for us. We exited through the back entrance and Marie set the alarms and locked the door. Marcus and Edna went to his truck and they left.

Marie drove myself and Desiree back to our dorm. She parked outside and turned in the driver’s seat to regard us.

“Desi, I’ll see you bright and not-late tomorrow afternoon,” She said, and smirked when Desiree scoffed. “And Daisy, I’ll see you on Monday evening.”

“I make no promises about my lateness, or lack thereof.” Desiree said, and she giggled.

I opened the truck door and we both climbed out into the chill air. Marie drove away once the door was shut and Desiree and I walked across the darkened quad past the fountain. Eyes were on me again and I looked over my shoulder.

“Babes, if you’re freaked out, we could phone the cops,” Desiree said, and I looked at her. “Ain’t sayin’ they’ll do shit but it might put your mind at ease.”

“No, it’s stupid,” I said. “It’s probably just my imagination.”

“My grannie said it could be that ghosts are watchin’ you.” Desiree laughed.

We mounted the concrete steps and she swiped her key fob, pushing the door open. She went into her room, hugging me good night. I unlocked my dorm and walked in, shutting and locking the door again. I dropped my backpack by the bed and sat down. My eyes went to the window and I leaned over and drew the curtains. That helped a little.

Reaching down, I picked up my backpack and grabbed my sketchbook, opening it and picking up the sketch I’d done of mystery guy. I sighed and set the folded up portrait along with the note on my bedside table. I’d decide what to do with it in the morning.

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The next morning, I did promise myself I’d throw both the note and portrait away, but I couldn’t bring myself to so there they stayed. I spent my morning tidying my dorm like the neat freak I was, then I completed the essay.

At half twelve I rewarded myself with a McDonalds. I sat with my portfolio on the floor, eating warm fries and selecting the pieces for a final piece. Once I’d finished eating and sorted out all of that, I emailed the essay to my Art History tutor, David. I had a shower in the dorm bathrooms and traipsed back to my room.

I could have joined Desiree and Theo in the main lounge for their movie night with the other couples, but I felt like a third wheel, and I didn’t want to ruin their fun. Besides, Taylor would be there and she often enjoyed asking me intrusive questions. Daisy, why haven’t you kissed anyone yet? Aw, is it because you’re too boring? I bet you haven’t even held hands with anyone.

For her information, I had held hands with someone. Admittedly, it was Jared in fourth grade and he ditched me for the foreign exchange student.

I’d spent most of my Saturday being boring. I tied my blonde curls into a ponytail and dressed in my ugliest sweater and jeans. It was almost Halloween and as I left my dorm room, pumpkin decorations adorned the walls alongside posters for House of Horrors nights and themed movie nights.

It was approaching dusk as I left the campus, making the short walk to the art store nearby. I’d make it to the store and make it back in time, I hoped. Vampires usually started appearing around dusk, but mostly they stuck to night time. I got to the store ten minutes later, greeting Allan, the owner.

“Daisy, with minutes to spare.” He laughed.

“Yeah, sorry,” I said. “I got so busy. It’s just the markers, thank you.”

“Of course, lovely,” He said, and grabbed them off the shelf behind him. I paid and he slipped them into a paper bag, handing it to me. His eyes flicked to the street behind me, “Did you need a lift home, Daisy. It’s getting dark earlier and earlier.”

“No, it’s only a ten minute walk.” I replied, smiling.

That weird feeling of being watched was gone. I realized it was a fluke and that I was definitely too boring to watch. I thanked Allan and left the store as the streetlights came on. I walked as quickly as I could, turning onto the same block as the dorms when I noticed a couple of figures walking towards me.

They may have been human, but even from here, I could see they were deathly pale. They were dressed like it was the 18th century and they spotted me before I could flee.

“You lost, beautiful?” One of them asked, and I backed up.

“We could guide you home.” The other grinned, showing off those sharp canines.

I didn’t want to interact with them, especially given how dangerous vampires were. My heart rate picked up and I was sure they could smell the fear coming off me in waves. I backed up again, hoping my legs would work so I could run. Before I could sprint away, the first moved, grabbing me and dragging me into an alleyway.

I squealed and struggled, dropping the copic markers. They were cackling like hyenas and my adrenaline levels spiked as I tried to escape. I didn’t want this to be how I died. I didn’t want to be turned into a vampire. I was slammed into the damp alleyway wall, and the air escaped my lungs in a sob.

“You’re a pretty, little thing, aren’t you?” The vampire grinned.

“P-please, don’t.” I begged.

What was I pleading with? Vampires lacked any kind of humanity. Once they were turned, that was it. The human side of them was gone, replaced with something wholly unnatural. The vampire laughed at my pointless begging. He turned to his comrade, who was gone.

“‘Ey Damien, I love it when they plead.” He cackled, and waited. The only sound in that alleyway was my sharp breaths, punctuated by sobs. “Damien, you fuck. Where are you?”

Had his friend left? I was still going to be killed so the fact that his friend had ditched him, didn’t really help me. I closed my eyes because I didn’t want to watch. It was completely cowardly, but I was terrified. Hands grabbed me, yanking me back and I opened my eyes. The vampire had backed up a little and was glaring at the person holding me.

“A newborn.” The vampire snapped. “I saw that human first.”

Newborn vampires were the ones just turned. They were usually the most bloodthirsty and dangerous, although that wasn’t an apt comparison given just how dangerous vampires were.

“No, you didn’t,” A voice, baritone, with a heavy Brooklyn accent. “This one is mine.”

Yeah, this wasn’t the ideal position to be in. I wondered who would get to devour me first. I took a shaky breath. I, at least, needed to see my ‘savior’ so I tilted my head back. My eyes widened.

Mystery guy was behind me. His sharp silvery blue eyes were locked on the other vampire, gaze set in a dangerous glare. One of his arms was wrapped around me and if this had been last week, I would have jumped for joy.

“Fuck it, fine,” The other vampire sneered. “The bitch is yours. Have fun dyin’ human.”

The vampire left the alleyway and I realized I’d gone from one dangerous situation to another.

My eyes went from the entrance to the alleyway and up to the vampire holding me.

“Hi, mystery girl,” He said, and my mind short circuited. “Aren’t you a little too smart to be wanderin’ around this close to dusk, little mouse?”

Evidently, I wasn’t and my brain chose this moment to drop out of my ear. He was even more beautiful up close. Those intense eyes were locked on me and he smirked, quirking his lip slightly to reveal a hint of fang. And why did I suddenly blush?

“You…you’re a vampire?” I said, pulling away from him and putting space between us.

“Yeah, that’s a recent development,” He said, stepping one step towards me. “My ex bit me. I mean, she wasn’t a vampire when we were together initially.”

“O-oh.” I said, softly.

The thought of him being around another girl made me irrationally and unfairly jealous because who was I to have those sorts of feelings? We’d locked eyes in a Starbucks. I should thank him and leave. Little was known about vampire relationships, apparently they had mates and stuck with them for a while so that answered the question of whether he’d be interested in me.

“T-thank you for saving me,” I said, wrapping my arms around myself protectively. “T-this answers the question of why you didn’t come back to Starbucks.”

“Did you go there and wait for me?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, I did,” I said. “It sounds stupid, I guess. You were with your girlfriend.”

“That wasn’t my girlfriend,” He said, smirking. “She was a blind date set up by my friend, Peter.”

“O-oh,” I said. “Well, your ex turned you so I guess you’ll be going back to her.”

“Wrong again, little mouse,” He said, and he stepped closer again. “I haven’t stopped thinkin’ about you. Took me a while to find you, though.”

The implications behind that set in. He’d been the one watching me. I blinked rapidly, too stunned to speak and that same teasing smirk appeared on his face. Technically, humans could have relationships with vampires if both parties wanted. It wasn’t frowned upon, apart from by religious groups, but most people accepted it as something that would happen.

Did I still like him even though he was essentially something wholly dangerous and not human?

Yes, of course I did. I was aware that my emotions played out on my face and he tilted his head, observing me. What would Desiree do? Invite him into the dorm? Was that a bad idea?

“My name’s Daisy Rose Parker.” I said, giving the vampire my full government name.

“Josh Silver.” He replied, and he stepped closer again.

If I ran now, would he chase me? And how quickly would he be able to catch me? Vampires were fast, inhumanly so. A thrill went down my spine. I avoided his eyes, staring at my sneakers.

“Y-you could come to my dorm with me? If you wanted,” I said, then added. “Y-you don’t have to.”

“Invitin’ me in so soon, Daisy?” Josh said, and my face went red.

“I-i don’t mind that you’re a vampire,” I said. “There are worse things to be.”

“Worse than bein’ a vampire, little mouse?” He asked.

“Yeah, you could be the person that takes the last pink glazed donut from the box.” I said, and I peeked at him. He exhaled a laugh at that and I felt a prickle of delight that I’d managed to make him laugh.

“Lead the way then.” He said.

I back stepped and he smirked again, walking towards me. Walking backwards felt like stupid idea because it was stupid idea.

“I’m not gonna attack you, Daisy,” He said, sighing. “I have no intention of hurtin’ you.”

“J-just making sure.” I said, and turned, heading out the alleyway.

We walked side by side down the street. Me, internally panicking; him, completely calm, hands jammed into the pockets of his green jacket. What the heck was I thinking? I glanced at him. He was staring at some vampires across the street, glaring at them. They slunk back into a nearby alleyway. I could run now, but a part of me didn’t want to.

My staring was cut short when he noticed me looking. I looked away, pretending to be amazed by a nearby wall. My cheeks burned and I felt like an idiot. The quad was dark and a few people hung around in groups, smoking and talking. We climbed the steps and I scanned my fob, pushing the door open. I glanced around at my vampire companion.

“H-how do I do this?” I asked.

“You invite me in, Daisy.” Josh replied.

“Ok, I-i formally invite you inside,” I said. “I-inside this dorm here.”

“Very eloquently put, little mouse.” He said, and climbed the steps, walking past me.

His scent invaded my senses; tobacco, weed and something that smelled like dead leaves. I followed him, taking the lead again and unlocking my dorm door. I pushed open the door and he followed me inside. The door shut and we were alone. I was alone with a vampire because I really liked said vampire. How many people were as moronic as me?

“M-make yourself at home.” I said.

He looked around, sharp blue eyes scanning the room. He walked towards my wall of art, pieces that I’d pinned to the wall, things that I was proud of. I stepped next to him.

“I-i drew these.” I said.

“I figured.” He said, and I blushed, feeling like an idiot. “You’re really talented, Daisy.”

“T-thank you,” I said. “D-did you want a drink?”

“A drink.” He said, and his eyes left the art, landing on me.

Josh’s gaze went to my neck and a fresh wave of shivers went through me. He was staring at me like he wanted to devour me.

“Y-yeah, wait here,” I said. “I-i need a drink.”

I rushed out the room and power walked to the main lounge, opening the fridge and grabbing a Pepsi.

“Hey, Daisy,” Taylor said, leaning over the couch. “Having a break from being boring.”

I rushed back to my room. Why did she have to be so awful to me? I opened the door. Josh was seated on my bed and my blood pressure skyrocketed. He’d picked up the note and sketch from my bedside table. Those intense eyes lifted and he pinned me with a coy look.

“You drew me, little mouse.” He said.

“Y-yep, sorry.” I said.

“I’m not pissed off,” He said, chuckling. “The note is cute. In answer to your question in said note, yeah I’d like to go for a coffee with you sometime.”

“Y-you would?” I squeaked out.

“I wouldn’t agree to it if I didn’t want to, Daisy.” He said.

I set the can of drink on my desk. I wanted to get a little closer to him. He set the note down on my bedside table. I was about to take another step closer when he leaned his head against his hand. A low growl left him and I felt panic rise in me. Yeah, this was a bad idea.

“J-josh, are you ok?” I asked, still wanting to help him.

“I need to feed,” He said, and I could hear my heart in my ears. “I should go.”

“Y-you could…um…f-feed on me.” I said, and his gaze lifted.

“I want to, Daisy,” He said, and his gaze darkened, pupils blown wide as he stared at me. “Fuck, I really want to.”

“I-it’s fine,” I said, stepping closer. “Just be gentle.”

“Do not get any closer, Daisy,” He said, and I paused. “I can smell you and I want it so badly.”

“I-it’s fine, honestly,” I insisted, and I stepped closer again. He was still watching me, eyes on my neck. “I-i just want to help.”

He growled again, a low sound that made my skin prickle with heat. He watched me for any signs of resistance. I stepped closer again and he reached for me, pulling me fully into his personal space. I trembled when his fingers grazed the juncture where my shoulder and neckmet. His other hand pressed against my lower back then moved around to grip my waist. His hand was huge with long, elegant fingers. His lips brushed against my neck and I gasped at the shock of it. He kissed my shoulder, pressing kisses up towards my neck, lingering against the spot under my ear. My breathing stuttered out in another gasp. He hummed against my skin, seemingly enjoying touching me.

“Smell so good, little mouse,” He murmured, tugging my earlobe with his teeth, making me gasp again. “Bet you taste just as sweet.”

“J-josh.” I whispered, whimpering pathetically when he bit me gently.

He didn’t break the skin yet, just nipped at my skin teasingly. I tilted my head, allowing him access. He moved the neckline of my sweater and then he bit me properly. A ragged gasp left my parted lips as he fed from me. My eyes rolled back and I lifted my hands, clinging to him. He groaned, pulling back eventually. I lifted my eyes and my face went red again.

His lips were slightly redder where he’d been feeding and a trail of blood ran from the corner of his mouth down his chin. His eyes met mine again, that same hungry look in his eyes. The hand near my neck lifted and gripped the back of my neck. Was he going to kiss me? His eyes went to my lips and that same teasing smirk appeared.

And then his lips were on mine. And I didn’t know what to do. I hadn’t kissed anyone yet and I panicked. When I didn’t respond, he pulled back, pinning me with that hungry look.

“Not gonna kiss back, Daisy.” Josh said.

“This is totally humiliating and you can laugh if you want, but I’d like it if you maybe didn’t,” I rambled. “I’ve not kissed anyone before and all the tutorials I’ve read online don’t really explain it very well…”

Josh’s hand moved, thumb pressing to my lips, stopping me mid ramble. He smirked again when I blushed again.

“Shush, little mouse,” He murmured. “Calm blue ocean. Just copy what I do.”

“Understood.” I said when his thumb left my lips.

He leaned in again, pressing his lips to mine. His lips moved languidly and I copied him, returning the kiss. We pulled apart and I stepped back a little when he unzipped his jacket, removing it and tossing it to the end of the bed. His arms were covered in tattoos, beautiful dashes of color against his pale skin.

“Starin’ at me, Daisy.” He said, and my eyes lifted.

“I like your tattoos.” I said, leaning a little, trying to take in all the different tattoos. He had a red flower on one side of his neck and Chinese writing on the other side. “What does the Chinese writing mean?”

“Death, little mouse.” He said.

“Oh, how cheerful.” I giggled.

“Yeah, I’m known for bein’ cheerful.” He said.

“Really?” I asked, and he laughed.

“No, never.” He said.

I smiled and our eyes met again. He leaned closer, lips lingering on mine, then he was kissing me again. I responded, returning the passion. His tongue pushed past my lips, exploring my mouth. I held onto him, whining into the kiss. He was a good kisser and I wanted to stay like this forever, but for me, air was a necessity. I pulled back first. His hand lifted from my waist, gripping my wrist, pressing kisses to the skin. My skin prickled with warmth. He was watching my reactions.

“Feels nice.” I whispered.

“Yeah, your skin is so soft, Daisy,” He murmured. “Not to sound arrogant, but can definitely tell you like me touchin’ you.”

“R-really? How?” I asked.

“I can smell you,” He replied, and his eyes met mine. “I can keep goin’ if you want.”

“I-i mean…I would like to,” I replied. “You don’t have to feel obligated to touch me. I’m kind of boring.”

“You’re not boring,” He replied. “And I would like to touch you, don’t fuckin’ doubt that.”

“G-go slow, maybe,” I suggested, trying and failing to look him in the eyes. “I-i’ve never….”

“We have all night, little mouse,” He said. “We can do whatever you want to do. If you want me to fuck you then I can, if you want to do somethin’ else, we can. I won’t do anythin’ without your consent.”

“Then I give my consent,” I said, feeling awkward. “P-please touch me.”

He smirked again, revealing one of those sharp fangs. And then he was kissing me again, moving his lips against my own and I responded. His hand pressed against my back, prompting me closer. I straddled him, clinging to him. I’d never been in such an intimate position before. I whimpered into the kiss, enjoying it. Our lips parted, but we stayed close. His lips found my neck, kissing the wound where he’d fed from me.

“So fuckin’ beautiful.” He growled.

I giggled because I really wanted to deflect the compliment, but it sounded like he genuinely thought I was beautiful. He moved me easily until we were on the bed. He braced himself on his arm so he was hovering above me. Our lips met again in another passionate kiss. My hand found his hair and I could barely contain the joy. I had thought about touching his hair since the moment I’d first seen him. We pulled apart again and our eyes met.

“Hi.” I said.

He smirked at that, like my awkwardness was amusing. He sat back and I thought maybe I’d upset him. He beckoned me forward so I sat up. His hands gripped the hem of my sweater, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor. I felt the urge to hide from that intense look in his eyes. He gripped his own t-shirt, removing it and tossing it on top of my sweater.

The tattoos weren’t isolated to his arms. He had a yokai tattoo on his chest, just under his clavicle. The letters ‘FTW’ were tattooed above his bellybutton. He was so skinny. His waist was narrow, tapering down into elegant hips. My eyes flicked up to meet his.

“It’s ok to look, Daisy,” He said, and I nodded. “I want you to look.”

He was on me again, lips finding my own in a bruising kiss. He didn’t hold back this time and I didn’t want him to. His lips left mine, moving down my neck towards my collarbone, pressing kisses to it. His left arm slid under my waist, arching my back close so he could get to my breasts. I felt his fingers brush against my bra cups, lowering one of them.

“J-josh.” I whimpered, and his eyes lifted, finding my own. “S-sorry they’re small.”

“Daisy,” He murmured, and I smiled. “Don’t worry so much.”

“B-but they are small,” I insisted. “And Taylor says..”

“Who the fuck is Taylor?” He asked, eyes narrowing.

“A girl in my dorm,” I said. “She makes fun of me a lot. I dunno why.”

“Forget what she said,” He replied, and my eyes met his. “I’m tellin’ you that I like what I see.”

He shifted, grinding his hips against me, letting me feel him. My brain stalled when I felt something very hard press against me. His lips moved down and a sharp moan left my lips when his tongue teased around my nipple. When I offered no resistance, his arm around me pulled me closer. And he sucked at my nipple, drawing more cries from me. His other hand lifted, pulling my other bra cup down. His fingers found my nipple and he pinched it between his thumb and index finger. Pleasure surged through me. My back arched even more into the touch.

“J-josh…ah.” I gasped.

His tongue flicked my nipple, swirling around it. My hips moved, pressing against him, seeking friction. He returned my clumsy movements. Josh’s lips left my breast, lips lingering against my skin.

“Like that, Daisy?” He asked.

“Y-yeah, so much.” I replied.

“Can tell by your little moans,” He murmured, intense gaze on me. “Taste so good, little mouse.”

He leaned down again and flicked the nipple with his tongue again. My head tipped back and a sharp moan left my lips. When my back arched again, I felt him undo the clasp on my bra. He pulled back, removing it and throwing it across the room, then latching back onto my breast. A shudder went through me. He kissed down my breast and his fangs scraped against my skin.

“J-josh.” I whispered.

“Need to taste you, Daisy.” He growled.

I nodded and gasped again when he bit into the skin on my breast, feeding on me. My eyes rolled back as I surrendered myself to it. It felt really good when he fed on me, almost euphoric.

Josh’s mouth withdrew from my breast and he kissed me again, tongue pushing into my mouth, letting me taste my own blood.

I made a little sound of pleasure and the kiss deepened. We pulled apart, but he stayed inches from me, watching every emotion play out across my face. I wondered if being a vampire had heightened his perceptions. He shifted to sit back on his knees, and I felt the absence as he moved.

He started undoing the fly on my jeans, then started pulling them off. I assisted by raising my hips, and my jeans and socks were thrown across the room. The bed shifted when he lay down next to me. I yelped when Josh’s hand gripped my hip and he moved me so my back was pressed against his chest.

I looked down and a shiver went through me seeing his hand on my hip. He brushed the ends of his fingers along the skin of my stomach, making me tremble again. His hands were like ice and the contrast between my warmth and his cold was startling. His fingers continued tracing down my stomach, dipping past the band of my panties.

I could feel the cascade of nerves alongside the anticipation. No one had ever touched me down there so once his fingers teased along my bikini line, I tensed up, squeezing my thighs together. Josh noticed and his fingers withdrew a little.

“Talk to me, Daisy.” He said, and I took a shaky breath.

“N-never been touched down there before,” I whispered, voice breaking a little. “Scared it’ll hurt.”

“I promise you that it won’t hurt,” He replied. “Promise you’ll really enjoy it.”

“Arrogant.” I giggled.

“Yeah, because I’m pretty certain you’ll love everythin’ I do with you, Daisy.” Josh replied.

I took a shaky exhale, untensing my legs and allowing his hand to slide down, fingers dipping into me, finding me soaked. A shockwave of pleasure went through me when he started moving his fingers within me. He wasn’t lying when he said it would feel good, it felt really good. I parted my thighs a little more, gasping when his fingers pressed deeper.

“That’s it, good girl.” Josh murmured, and his lips found my shoulder, kissing the skin.

My head tilted, giving him more access. His left arm moved, sliding under me so he could grip my throat with his hand. I gulped and he pressed a little harder. His fingers were still moving within me, pressing against something in me that desperately craved friction.

“J-just there.” I whined.

“Yeah, right here.” He said, angling his fingers again and hitting that spot within me.

A moan left my lips and my hips bucked against his hand. I felt him smirk against my neck.

Something was building in my lower stomach and it felt so intense. My moans were coming out as desperate squeals. I lifted my arm, draping it over his shoulder. Just as I was approaching the release of that intense feeling, he stopped, fingers slipping out of me.

“N-no,” I whined, forgetting that he was a vampire for a nanosecond, and looking at him. “Y-you stopped. So mean.”

I bumped my wrist against his neck, like that would encourage him to continue. I saw the flash of annoyance in his eyes and the hand on my throat moved around, gripping my wrist whilst his arm pressed against my throat again. His eyes met mine, sharp and dangerous.

“You keep doin’ that and I’ll make sure you won’t be able to sit down for a week, understand,” He growled, and I nodded. “I’m in charge, Daisy. You cum when I say so, understand.”

I nodded again and that teasing smirk appeared again. He shifted his arm, letting go of my wrist and holding my throat again. The hand in my panties moved down again and his fingers buried themselves in me again. I whimpered, taking a shaky breath and letting out a moan when he started moving his fingers again. I went to look away, but the hand on my throat kept me still.

He was watching my face, clearly enjoying seeing the pleasure as it passed over my face. His name left my lips on a breathy whine. I was beyond incoherent and desperate for release, but he seemed to be having fun teasing me. Just as I was approaching something tangible again, he stopped. I lifted my eyes to meet his, trying to implore him to continue.

“So needy.” He smirked, and my insides clenched.

“P-please.” I begged him.

“So responsive.” He said.

The hand on my throat angled my neck slightly and he started sucking a love bite onto my skin.

Josh’s fingers sank back inside, slightly rougher this time, thrusting into me and making me cry out. Liquid pleasure scorched through my veins and my moans pitched higher and my back arched. I’d never anticipated being touched like this would feel so good, but it did. And I didn’t want him to stop. I really hoped he didn’t.

“Like that, little mouse?” Josh said, and I nodded. Talking wasn’t something my brain could do right now.

“J-josh.” I gasped out his name.

He stopped again just as I was reaching that point of no return. I thought about protesting, but decided against it. My eyes met his again. He was watching me, eyes dark and hungry. I was sucking in lungfuls of air and my head felt like it was reeling. Josh shifted back and I felt the loss. He moved me again, making me lay on my back. I watched him move down the bed, eyes still locked on me.

“Raise your hips,” He said, and I did so, allowing him to remove my panties. “Good girl.”

He threw them over his shoulder to join the other discarded clothing. I felt very vulnerable given that he still had his jeans on. His hands gripped my thighs, parting my legs and he tilted hishead to get a good look at me. Did I look weird? The thought had never really crossed my mind, but being in this situation made that question dance through my mind on a loop. His hair grazed the bedding and tickled my thigh. What was he thinking? His tongue grazed his lips and I realized that he was definitely staring at me like he was going to devour me. The suspense was getting to me.

His eyes flicked back to my face and he lowered himself slowly so he was eye level with my core.

“P-please.” I pleaded.

“Shush, little mouse,” He murmured. “Patience is a virtue.”

His breath fanned my core and a gasp left my lips when he leaned in closer, dragging his tongue down my folds in a flat swipe. When I offered no resistance, he buried his face between my thighs, tongue thrusting into me. A sharp moan left my lips, echoing around my dorm room as he ate at me. It felt like I couldn’t breathe so I sucked in more air.

It really felt like he was devouring me and my back arched, rolling my hips against his mouth.

His name left my lips between squeals. Josh was still watching me, seemingly enjoying my reactions. My hips bucked again when his tongue pressed against something that made stars dance in front of my eyes. To remedy my constant thrashing around, he held my hips down and I was forced to take what he was willing to give me.

He thrust his tongue back in me and my head lolled back, more sobs leaving my lips. I was babbling pleas for him to let me release, but everytime I got close, he’d stop. He applied pressure to that bundle of nerves again, making me cry out. I was getting frustrated by this point and reached down to try and secure him. Apparently this wasn’t something I was supposed to do.

Josh pulled away from me and his hands left my hips and he was on me, pressing me into the bedding, pinning my arms above my head by my wrists. We were eye to eye and he smirked when I struggled against him.

“What did I say, Daisy?” Josh said, and I looked at him.

“N-not to..” I whispered.

“I said that you take what I give you,” He said, and I nodded. “Can’t have you grabbin’ at my hair, little mouse.”

I nodded again and he tilted his head again, analyzing me in a way that both unnerved me and sent little thrills through me. He looked away, noticing my bathrobe hanging on the headboard.

He kept my body pinned, grabbing the sash off it and using it to tie my wrists together. I was now his prisoner. And I realized that a second later I probably should have. Josh’s eyes met mine again.

“My little prisoner.” He teased, quirking his lip to reveal a slither of fang.

He pressed kisses to my neck, then moved down my body, kissing and biting my skin. I gasped when his lips found my core again, tongue thrusting back into me. My breathing deepened and I exhaled a moan. Something about being at his mercy served to make the heat between my thighs an inferno. He kept teasing me, keeping me on the edge of something tangible then pulling back.

All I could do was lay there, trembling and begging him to let me release. He moved up the bed again, holding the back of my neck so I’d look at him. His lips were damp with my juices and he leaned towards me, kissing me passionately, allowing me to taste myself. We pulled apart and he moved away from me.

I watched him stand up and unzip the fly on his jeans. The jeans and his socks joined the ever growing pile of clothes. He had long legs, covered in mousey brown hair. I had never stared so blatantly at someone before. His eyes flicked back to me and I blushed. And he was on the bed again, smirking at me.

“Caught you eyefuckin’ me, Daisy.” He teased.

“S-sorry.” I whispered.

“Don’t need to be sorry,” He said. “Like the way you look at me, and the way you blush so fuckin’ easily.”

He reached for me, pulling me like a ragdoll. My tied wrists settled in front of my body. Josh was sitting cross legged and he moved me to straddle him.

“U-untie me?” I asked, and he sighed.

“And do you think you deserve to be untied, Daisy?” Josh said, and I took a shaky breath.

I was about to reply when he started kissing my neck, gently nipping the skin. I whined and wriggled against him. His hands gripped my waist, then moved down, settling on my hips.

“Y-yes.” I finally managed to speak.

“And what will you do to prove to me you deserve to be untied, little mouse?” Josh said, and I gasped when he sucked a love bite onto my shoulder.

“A-anything.” I moaned softly.

“Anything.” He teased, and I nodded.

“J-josh.” I whined.

He gave my shoulder one last kiss, lingering there. I peeked at him and he bridged the gap between us, pressing a kiss to my lips. He was unpredictable, apparently. I let out a startled yelp when he moved, lying down on the bed. I shifted off him when he motioned for me to move. My eyes widened when he lowered his boxers, discarding them.

All the anatomy books in the world hadn’t prepared me for seeing him. He was fully erect, long, and the base was surrounded by wiry, brown hair. My eyes flicked away and he noticed, clearly finding my reaction amusing.

“C’mere, Daisy.” He murmured, and I shifted closer.

He used one hand to grip the base and the other to grasp my hair, using my ponytail to maneuver me. I struggled a little, panicked by the thought of taking all of him into my mouth.

“T-too big.” I whispered.

“Daisy,” He said, and I looked at him. His gaze was gentler now, softer. “Not all of it, little mouse.”

“N-never done this before.” I admitted.

“And that’s ok,” Josh said. “Take it slowly.”

The grip on my hair loosened a little, allowing me to move at my own pace. I leaned closer, parting my lips and taking him in my mouth. I sucked the end and heard him groan. I panicked a little then, and his hand gripped my ponytail again, keeping me there. The sound I’d thought was pain turned out to be pleasure. I kept sucking at him, moving my head up and down a little, trying out different things to see what reaction I’d get. I swirled my tongue around the tip and then sank down, taking him deeper.

“Ah, fuck, Daisy.” He groaned again.

The grip on my hair tightened and Josh’s hips lifted a little, almost making me gag. I pulled back a little, continuing to suck at him and swirl my tongue around him. I looked at him to make sure I was still doing it right. His head was tipped back, lips parted as he exhaled another groan. I sank back down on him again, taking him as deep as I possibly could.

“Fuck, good girl,” He groaned. “Just like that.”

I was enjoying doing this for him and I moaned as well, letting him know I liked it. His hips shifted again as he bucked into my mouth. This made me more determined and I kept moving my head up and down. I felt him twitch in my mouth and he yanked me back, stopping me from continuing.

“S-sorry.” I said, voice hoarse.

“No, don’t be sorry, Daisy,” Josh said. “Almost blew my load in your mouth.”

“Oh.” I giggled then.

“Yeah, and I want to be fuckin’ you when that happens,” He murmured, eying me hungrily. “Fillin’ that tight little pussy.”

My face went red again and he chuckled at my dumbstruck expression. He sat up and reached behind me, untying my hands. I followed when he moved me so I was lying next to him with my back against his chest again. He gripped my right leg, bringing it over his hip, opening me up.

His left arm wrapped around me again and his hand gripped my throat again.

I felt the pressure as he pressed himself against my core. I was about to have my first time with a vampire. And I found that I didn’t mind too much. He shifted me closer and sank further into me. I writhed against him, gasping and moaning. He pushed the rest of the way in, filling me to the hilt.

“J-josh.” I moaned.

“Fuck yeah,” He groaned. “So fuckin’ tight and wet.”

He gave me a second to adjust to being split open by him, and then he started moving his hips, thrusting into me at a steady pace. I cried out his name, begging him for something, but I wasn’t sure what. The grip on my thigh tightened and he sped up, pushing deeper into me, making my moans come out almost strangled.

“F-feels good.” I bleated out.

“Yeah, you like me fuckin’ you like this, Daisy?” He growled, and I nodded.

He kept hitting something within me that ached, that needed friction. I was incoherent, drunk on what he was giving me. I had never felt pleasure like it.

“D-don’t stop,” I whined. “P-please…oh my God.”

“Not gonna stop, little mouse,” He grunted. “You fuckin’ love this, my little fucktoy.”

Hearing him say that made my insides turn to mush. I whined his name again, definitely telling him that I did really love this. My back arched and my moans came out as wails. I was thankful most people were either down in the main lounge or out drinking.

Apparently he wanted me to answer properly.

“Answer me.” He growled.

“Y-yes, love it so much.” I whined.

He smirked against my neck and pounded into me, filling me in the most amazing way. That feeling of release surged forward again and I pleaded with him to let me. He bit me again, feeding on me and I loved it. I tilted my head, letting him, trusting him not to take too much. He stopped, pulling back, using the hand around my throat to force our eyes to meet.

“Open your eyes, Daisy,” Josh said, and I did so. His eyes were hungry and his lips were still covered in my blood. “Good girl. Let me see your face as I make you cum.”

His forehead leaned against mine and he rolled his hips into me, fucking me so thoroughly and making me moan loudly. He thrust into me a few more times, hitting that ache within me. The release hit me hard. My eyes rolled back and I felt myself float skywards. It felt like I’d blacked out. The pleasure rolled through my entire body like a tidal wave.

By the time I came back down to earth, I could feel the shockwaves of what remained of my release. Josh was still thrusting into me, hips snapping into me at a punishing pace. He leaned his head on my shoulder, grunting as he continued moving into me, seeking his own release. I was exhausted by this point, but tried to wriggle my hips to help.

“Fuck,” He grunted again. “Gonna cum.”

His hips thrust forward once more and I felt the heat of it as he came, filling me with it. He was still rocking his hips into me, riding out the release. He groaned out a few curse words along with my name. Eventually, his hips slowed until he finally stopped moving.

The afterglow was starting to fade a little now. What would happen now? We’d not even been on a date, and we’d made love, and that’s if he even considered it making love. I should probably say something, but I was too afraid to. I whined when he slid out of me and let my leg go. I should probably tear the band aid off now.

“J-josh?” I asked, and my stupid voice cracked. He definitely heard it because he moved me so I’d face him. There was nowhere to hide from those intense blue eyes.

“Daisy.” He teased.

“Y-you can stay if you want,” I said, softly. “O-or maybe you don’t want to. I totally get it if you don’t because maybe this is a one night thing, and I…”

He lifted his hand, pressing his thumb to my lips to stop me mid ramble. He was watching me, studying my nervous expression.

“Want me to stay, little mouse?” He asked, then moved his thumb, dragging it along my lower lip.

“I-i was sort of hoping you would,” I admitted. “I-i don’t want this to be a one night thing.”

“Then it won’t be,” He replied. “I’ll stay the night if you want. I can take you out on a date tomorrow night.”

“That sounds fun.” I replied.

He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I smiled at that. All the gentleness returned as he hugged me. It really didn’t matter that he was a vampire. All that mattered was that he was here with me.

#josh silver #josh silver fanfic #meet me at midnight #halloween #vampire #happy halloween

[curseofaphrodite]

Undead Couple Sirius Black x fem!reader (fluff)

Summary: getting ready for the Halloween party with Sirius. Requested by anon 🦋 | masterlist

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"Look, I'm all in for matching outfits—" Sirius said, sighing. He was looking at the torn zombie/wedding outfits which were resting on your bed.

"As you should be,” you nodded.

"—but I'm not being part of whatever that is." He pointed at the masks. "The whole point of me going to the party is so people can be blessed by seeing my gorgeous face."

"Those masks aren't ours." You shrugged. "They're for Lily and James. I think they're dressing up as Phantoms of the Opera."

"Ooooh that's a good choice. We have to beat them!"

You frowned. "You didn't sign us up in some Halloween Costume contest, right?"

"Of course not, but we still have to look the best."

“Why am I even dating you?” You murmured, shaking your head.

“Because.” He pointed to himself like it was obvious. 

You laughed, giving up. He gave a satisfied smile and was about to leave when you pulled him back.

“Where are you going? We have to get ready!”

“There’s still an hour left, Y/N.”

“Only an hour! I need to get you ready!”

“I know you want to see me strip but I can wear clothes on my own.” He said, kissing your forehead and trying to leave again.

“I meant the makeup!”

A sigh. “I told you I’m not hiding my face!”

You scoffed. Your boyfriend could be really stubborn at times. 

“What’s the point of dressing up as undead couple if there’s not a drop of fake blood in your face?”

“What’s the point of anything in life? We are all an illusion of someone’s imagination—”

You were already picking up the makeup brush and you nodded towards the chair. Sirius, on seeing there’s no way you’ll be changing your decision, sat down with a pout.

“Ha!” After getting all the equipment, you rushed to him. 

“Close your eyes.”

“No, you’ll poke the stick in my eyes.”

“Why would I do that?”

“How would I know? You’re the one who’s going to do it!”

You gave him your famous glare. “If you don't stop being a baby, maybe I will poke it in your eyes.”

He muttered fine and did as you asked.  The next 15 minutes was filled with your humming, powder filling the air, his occasional complaints, and a whole lot of makeup.

You haven’t went overboard. First up, you covered his face with foundation to give him a pale ghost look. Then the toner. You stayed clear of creams because you wanted his face to look dry. He was supposed to be undead after all.

Doing the more dramatic parts were fun. You started off with a dark eyeshadow, but instead of doing just above his eyes, you used it under them too, giving him a Dracula look. The rosewood red matte worked perfect for his lips.

Finishing it off with a stroke of eyeliner under his eyes, you sighed in relief at how okay it all came together. You didn't need to worry about Sirius killing you.

“Can I look in the mirror now?” He asked, annoyed but you heard a hint of excitement there somewhere.

“Go on,” you shrugged.

He looked in the mirror and gasped. He turned to you with a joyful expression.

“We are so going to beat the Phantoms.” He said, positively squeaking. 

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't help smiling. “Just don't do anything to mess up the makeup before we leave!”

“I would never!” He pressed a hand against his chest. You did not like the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Now give me a kiss.”

“No, that’ll ruin your make-”  He was already walking towards you so you jumped on the bed and pointed your wand at him in warning. 

“Fine, fine,” he resigned, and you got down slowly.

He smiled again. “Just one kiss-”

“No!” 

#sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black fluff #sirius orion black #x y/n #x you #imagines #oneshots #halloween prompt #ben barnes #astoria writes