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simplymanuela · 3 months

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I'm just having fun. Lots and lots of fun.

Chicago Fire

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felicitysmoaksx · 3 months

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Is It Too Soon to Do This Yet?

After Evan died, Violet swore to never get involved with someone from the CFD ever again. She couldn't go through that instramountable grief if she had to go through that again. Realistically though, she knew there was always some risk. That was just life, but at the very least she could minimize it by not getting involved with someone who risked their life every day. At least that's what she told herself. Until Sam Carver walked into her life with that easy smile and bright eyes.

#one chicago #chicago fire #violet mikami #sam carver #violet x sam #sam x violet #my edit #my writing

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timeguardians · 3 months

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#muse: Violet Mikami #Violet Mikami #Sam Carver #Violet Mikami x Sam Carver #I loved her so much with EVAN. Evan will always be my favorite but if he's gone and blake's gone - let her find happiness #screencaps credited to kissthemgoodbye

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thestarrynightslover · 24 days

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Last night I finally managed to watch this week's episodes and, omg, I am loving Carver and Violet more and more!!!

#Yes #I'm one of those people who are very easy to please with ships these days #violet milami x sam carver #violet mikami #sam carver #chicago fire #one chicago

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gaiamakesitshin · 3 months

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Chicago Fire 12x1 thoughts:

I'm so sorry Kylie is gone. I needed her on the show... 🥺💔😥

I am still grieving over Hawkins but I like Violet and Carver idea,my hopes got crashed thou I won't give up... 💪🙏

I am so worried for Hermann and Stellaride, they better be OK. I am happy for Brettsey and I hope we get to see them together onscreen before Brett exists. I wish we could have seen Brett say yet.

Trudy better not become a widow, let Mouch live! I know Christian Stolte is going to leave soon.

I feel so bad they deleted this Stellaride kiss, I hope it'll be in another episode 😡

It was in the One Chicago shows return promo

#chicago fire #stellaride #brettsey #carver x violet

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fangirlexpress · 3 months

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Chicago Fire: Finding You Masterlist

Fanfiction link: TBA Plot: Bumping into ex-fling Gianna Mackey on a busy city street is the last thing Blake Gallo expected when he moved to Michigan several months before. Even more shocking? She acts like she has no idea who he is. When Blake finally gets her to admit she remembers him, she demands he keep his distance. And then Gianna suddenly goes missing a few days later, her car abandoned in a vacant lot, keys still in the ignition, and Blake becomes determined to find her at any cost...

Pairing(s): Blake Gallo x Gianna Mackey Darren Ritter x Nico Pavonotti (oc) Violet Mikami x Sam Carver

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Taglist:

#gianna mackey #chicago fire #blake gallo #gianna x blake #one chicago #fanfic #fanfiction #violet mikami #sam carver #darren ritter #original character #finding you fan fic #masterlist #mystery #romance

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marvelousgeeks · 2 months

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Chicago Fire Season 12, Episode 6, “Port in the Storm,” is a near-perfect episode of television. It’s one of the show’s strongest exhibitions of high-action, astute pacing, gorgeous beats of transparency, and a plethora of heart in a way that Firehouse 51 excels at showing.

It’s the one with Brettsey’s wedding, marking the end of Kara Killmer’s run on the show in an exit that feels incredibly organic for the character. But this is also Chicago Fire, and we can’t have a wedding with multiple fires to put out. Simultaneously, it’s an episode that celebrates and centers romance, which seems to be a theme this week. [See also The Rookie’s 100th episode.]

#chicago fire #brettsey #stellaride #carver x violet

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juvive-1234 · 1 month

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Here are some predictions I have for dark rise 3 (going from most predictable to me being delusional to the point it’s literally just hcs)

Sun king bad, Dark king not as terrible as everyone makes him to be (History is written by the winners afterall)

Violet leaves the group to join Will

Visander x Philip is a doomed pairing and one of them either dies or betrays the other

Devon and Visander have another conversation about Devon’s relationship to Tom and Devon calls Visander out for being stuck in the past

Cyprian finds out Ettore is his father and after a computer rebooting moment he lashes out at him for leaving him (Bonus points if Cyprian specifically gets mad at him for abandoning not only him, but also Marcus and his mother who is obviously dead)

Will’s magic door opens

Will gets Sarcean’s memories (back?) and figures out how the collar really works

Tom’s gonna die in someway and Devon finally lets himself feel anger and sadness when he sees his dead body

Or Devon dies and finally remembers what promise he made to Visander

Violet is actually the one that needs to kill Tom to come into her true power

Cyprian loses himself to the shadow and Violet has to kill him

Elizabeth snaps at anyone and says she doesn’t know anything because she’s just a child

Justice x Marcus is confirmed (Bonus points if James recalling moments when Marcus was captured and Marcus was calling out Justice’s name like someone who is deep in yearning)

James tells Will how his mom died and sheds a few tears (everyone place your bets on how she died I’m saying James accidentally killed her or she was on patrol with a few Stewards and got killed by enemies)

Grace gets a girlfriend (Shes a lesbian in a room with two raging homosexuals and a mentally unstable asexual)

Carver, Emery and Beatrix get mentioned once, maybe even twice

James casually drops Carver and Emery were dating (His source is that Emery freed James, he said he knew Emery liked him and Emery just says that he’s dating Carver and James is like ohmygod no way (he knew those two were gay asf))

Ok thats all I’m gonna go write some more of my Carver x Emery fanfic 👍

#dark rise #dark heir #will kempen #james st clair #marcus #cyprian #violet ballard #justice dark rise #Elizabeth kent #visander #devon #tom ballard #sarcean #carver #emery #beatrix #take your screenshots of the last two points its gonna be canon #(Im so sad abt their deaths :( )

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leoniestarlee · 3 months

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Illyrian Assassin (13)

Pairing: Azriel x OC

Word Count: 1.5k

Warning: past trauma, slow burn

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“Amren’s right,” Rhys drawled, leaning against the threshold of the townhouse sitting room. “You are like dogs, waiting for me to come home. Maybe I should buy treats.”

“You want me to start barking too?” I sarcastically asked.

“You already yap like a dog,” Rhys shot back, and I glared at him.

“And you follow me around like a dog.”

Azriel lingered by the window, comfortably ensconced in shadows, with amusement on his face as he watched me and Rhys. A light flurry of snow dusting the lawn and street behind him. And Amren ... Nowhere to be seen.

Cassian gave him a vulgar gesture from where he lounged on the couch before the hearth, an arm slung over the back behind Mor and me. Though everything about his powerful, muscled body suggested someone at ease, there was a tightness in his jaw, a coiled-up energy that told Rhys and Feyre that we’d been waiting here for a while.

Feyre strode for the armchair across from the couch and she stretched her limbs toward the fire.

"How'd it go?" Mor said, straightening beside Cassian.

"The Bone Carver," Rhys said, "is a busybody gossip who likes to pry into other people's business far too much."

"But?" Cassian demanded, bracing his arms on his knees, wings tucked in tight.

"But," Rhys said, "he can also be helpful, when he chooses. And it seems we need to start doing what we do best."

Rhys told us of the Cauldron, and the reason behind the temple pillaging’s, to no shortage of swearing and questions. Azriel emerged from his wreathing shadows to ask the most questions; his face and voice remained unreadable. Me and Cassian, surprisingly, kept quiet—as if the general understood that the shadowsinger would know what information was necessary, and was busy assessing it for his own forces.

When Rhys was done, his spymaster said, "I'll contact my sources in the Summer Court about where the half of the Book of Breathings is hidden. I can fly into the human world myself to figure out where they're keeping their part of the Book before we ask them for it."

"No need," Rhys said. "And I don't trust this information, even with your sources, with anyone outside of this room. Save for Amren."

"They can be trusted," Azriel said with quiet steel, his scarred hands clenching at his leather-clad sides.

"We're not taking risks where this is concerned," Rhys merely said. He held Azriel's stare, the silent words Rhys added, It is no judgment or reflection on you, Az. Not at all.

But Azriel yielded no tinge of emotion as he nodded, his hands unfurling.

"So what do you have planned?" I cut in—perhaps for Azriel’s sake.

Rhys picked an invisible piece of dirt off his fighting leathers. When he lifted his head, those violet eyes were glacial. "The King of Hybern sacked one of our temples to get a missing piece of the Cauldron. As far as I'm concerned, it's an act of war—an indication that His Majesty has no interest in wooing me."

"He likely remembers our allegiance to the humans in the War, anyway," Cassian said. "He wouldn't jeopardize revealing his plans while trying to sway you, and I bet some of Amarantha's cronies reported to him about Under the Mountain. About how it all ended, I mean." Cassian's throat bobbed.

Rhys said, "Indeed. But this means Hybern's forces have already successfully infiltrated our lands—without detection. I plan to return the favor."

Cassian, Mor, and I just grinned with feral delight. "How?" I asked.

Rhys crossed his arms. "It will require careful planning. But if the Cauldron is in Hybern, then to Hybern we must go. Either to take it back ... or use the Book to nullify it."

"Hybern likely has as many wards and shields around it as we have here," Azriel countered. "We'd need to find a way to get through them undetected first."

A slight nod. "Which is why we start now. While we hunt for the Book. So when we get both halves, we can move swiftly—before word can spread that we even possess it."

Cassian nodded, but asked, "How are you going to retrieve the Book, then?"

Rhys said, "Since these objects are spelled to the individual High Lords, and can only be found by them—through their power ... Then, in addition to her uses regarding the handling of the Book of Breathings itself, it seems we possibly have our own detector."

Now we all looked at Feyre.

Feyre cringed. "Perhaps was what the Bone Carver said in regard to me being able to track things. You don't know ... " Her words faded as Rhys smirked.

"You have a kernel of all our power—like having seven thumbprints. If we've hidden something, if we've made or protected it with our power, no matter where it has been concealed, you will be able to track it through that very magic."

"You can't know that for sure," Feyre tried again.

"No—but there is a way to test it." Rhys was still smiling.

"Here we go," Cassian grumbled.

"Don't even think about it." I gave Azriel a warning glare, knowing he would volunteer. The spymaster just gave me an incredulous look in return.

"With your abilities, Feyre, you might be able to find the half of the Book at the Summer Court—and break the wards around it. But I'm not going to take the carver's word for it, or bring you there without testing you first. To make sure that when it counts, when we need to get that book, you—we do not fail. So we're going on another little trip. To see if you can find a valuable object of mine that I've been missing for a considerably long time," Rhysand said.

"Shit," Mor said, plunging her hands into the thick folds of her sweater.

"Where?" Feyre managed to say.

It was Azriel who answered. "To the Weaver."

Rhys held up a hand as I opened my mouth to object. "The test," he said, "will be to see if Feyre can identify the object of mine in the Weaver's trove. When we get to the Summer Court, Tarquin might have spelled his half of the Book to look different, feel different."

"By the Cauldron, Rhys," Mor snapped, setting both feet on the carpet. "Are you out of your—"

"Who is the Weaver?" Feyre pushed.

"An ancient, wicked creature," Azriel said. "Who should remain unbothered," he added in Rhys's direction. "Find another way to test her abilities."

"The Bone Carver, the Weaver ... Can't you ever just call someone by a given name?" Feyre mumbled.

Cassian chuckled, and Mor settled back in the sofa cushions.

Rhys said to Feyre, "What about adding one more name to that list?"

"You're going to scare her off with all this information," I said as I rested my head on Cassian's shoulder.

"Emissary," Rhysand said, ignoring me. "Emissary to the Night Court—for the human realm."

Azriel said, "There hasn't been one for five hundred years, Rhys."

"There also hasn't been a human-turned-immortal since then, either." Rhys met Feyre's gaze. "The human world must be as prepared as we are—especially if the King of Hybern plans to shatter the wall and unleash his forces upon them. We need the other half of the Book from those mortal queens—and if we can't use magic to influence them, then they're going to have to bring it to us."

More silence. On the street beyond the bay of windows, wisps of snow brushed past, dusting the cobblestones.

Rhys jerked his chin at Feyre. "You are an immortal faerie—with a human heart. Even as such, you might very well set foot on the continent and be ... hunted for it. So we set up a base in neutral territory. In a place where humans trust us—trust you, Feyre. And where other humans might risk going to meet with you. To hear the voice of Prythian after five centuries."

"My family's estate," Feyre said.

"Mother's tits, Rhys," Cassian cut in, wings flaring wide enough to nearly knock over the ceramic vase on the side table next to him and knocking me onto the hard floor as my bones groaned. "You think we can just take over her family's house, demand that of them?"

Azriel helped me up as I punched Cassian in the arm. "Dickhead."

"The land," Mor said, reaching over to return the vase to its place as I stood near the window by Azriel, "will run red with blood, Cassian, regardless of what we do with her family. It is now a matter of where that blood will flow—and how much will spill. How much human blood we can save."

Feyre said, "The Spring Court borders the wall—"

"The wall stretches across the sea. We'll fly in offshore," Rhys said without so much as a blink. "I won't risk discovery from any court, though word might spread quickly enough once we're there. I know it won't be easy, Feyre, but if there's any way you could convince those queens—"

"I'll do it,” she said. "They might not be happy about it, but I'll make Elain and Nesta do it."

"Then it's settled," Rhys said. None of us looked particularly happy. "Once Feyre darling returns from the Weaver, we'll bring Hybern to its knees."

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smuttyworks · 11 months

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Before the world ended - Brandon Carver x reader

Reposting from my Ao3! gunna be adding my other ones here as well <3 this is my first Carver fic I did and I still absolutely love it, but im thinking of making a NSFW version with the same story just add some much needed SHMUTTTTTTT.

What do you think?

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Your eyes widened in shock seeing the man that they dragged in past the main gate. The breath almost completely escaped your lungs, but your caught yourself before Carver could notice as he walked up to you, his masking hanging from his hips off his belt.

“Are you okay?” you questioned, noticing the limp in his step.

His eyes traveled the features of your face, clearly noticing something was off. “Fucker nicked me.” Carver said, looping his finger in the sliced material of his black combat pants, and showing me the blood beneath.

“Let me clean you up.” You gave him a light smile, looping your small arm into his and leading him into the building. Your mind wandered as you thought of the man, the man you spent years with before the world ended, the person you loved more than anything at one point in time. The man you lost in this hopeless world, not ever thinking you’d see him again. He was dead, you thought.

Carver opened the door of the infirmary and you led him to the chair that was in front of the window. “Sit down.” You hushed, hoping the cut wasn’t deep.

You switched the light on and motioned him to pull his pants down, and with an eye roll he slid his dark, dirty, combat pants down his legs. “It’s not that bad.” He sighed, leaning back against the chair, with his head against the windowsill, he looked exhausted.

You grabbed the first aid kit and kneeled on your knees in front of him as you started to clean his wound. You were with Carver, he was the best thing that happened to you in the new world, he saved you from death, and you two fell in love all too easily. Carver was your protector, he always put you first, you knew it would be you and him until the end…

Despite your past coming in and reminding you of how life use to be, you knew it would only ever be Carver, no matter what your past life use to be, and with who.

“Babe?” you asked softly.

His eyes fluttered open and looked down at you, with a much softer stare than earlier. He brought his hand up and lightly grazed your cheek. “Hi baby.” He smiled lightly.

“I-I need to tell you something,” you swallowed. His eyes glanced from yours to you lips, and then tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before giving me his full attention. “That man, the one you guys found and brought in…” Carver’s eyes narrowed slightly, causing the nerves to rise. “I knew him, before all of this… he’s m ex f-fiancé.” you sighed, not having to think of that time in yout life for what seemed like forever.

“What?” his eyebrows tightened together, showing his confusion, and frustration. “Explain”

You took a deep breath, finally ready to tell Carver about your past. “The day the world was really struck with all this, the very beginning when things got really bad, him and I were trying to get out of the city… I got pulled away by a violet group of rioters, and I never saw him again, I knew that he either wasn’t searching for me, or didn’t search for long, so after a few months I gave up, I found a group, lost them…” you tried to catch your breath as the anxiety bagan to rise. “And then you found me…” You gave him a small smile, the anxiety disappearing as his soft eyes looked down into yours.

“I wouldn’t ever be able to stop looking if I lost you.” He whispered, bringing his rough hand up once again and pressing his palm to your cheek. Your eyes closed in bliss as you took in his soft touch, loving the fact that yourself only got to see this side of Carver.

“I know.” You grinned, slipping off the floor and straddling his lap. “You saved me Brandon, you’re the only one I will ever need.” You breathed, knowing everything youd ever need in this life was right in front of you. And judging by the loving look in his eyes, you knew he was thinking the same thing.

#brandon carver #brandon carver smut #brandon carver x reader #Brandon carver fluff #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd imagine #alex meraz #the reapers #the walking dead #the walking dead smut #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead fluff

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simplymanuela · 2 months

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Seeing someone I really care about in danger right in front of me... I won't survive it again.

Chicago Fire 12.06 | Port in the Storm

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twdg-and-stuff · 1 year

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hi!! could you do reader formerly apart of the motel group that was presumed dead (maybe lost in the bandit raid?) settling in at ericsons’s eventually a few years after and reuniting with clem in s4? it’s random and oddly specific but I hope you find it interesting enough to pursue! thanks :)

A/N: Hello!! I’d be happy to, I hope you like it!:) This kinda reminded me of Michonne and Jocelyn in TWD (minus the kidnapping kids part…) because I was rewatching S9 lol

Warnings: Assumption of death, Usual TWDG stuff

Clementine x Reader

If she was being honest, Clementine had completely forgotten about you. Maybe not completely, if someone randomly said your name she’d remember-but still, not a lot. You were a memory she’d shoved in the back of her head, forgotten but still there. She thought you’d died a long time ago.

You on the other hand, never stopped thinking a bout her. Not just Clementine, but the whole group. You forgot some people’s names, but remembered Clem’s because of how unique it was.

You’d been through countless groups since then, most had either died or just split up slowly. You made many friends along the way but none you remembered as well as Clementine.

One day, Clem was playing war with Louis and Violet.

“Alright, I get to ask Clem now.” Louis said.

He coughed before speaking.

“Someone you remember from an old group?”

Clem thought about it for a bit. They all knew about Lee, Kenny, and now obviously Lilly. She kept thinking, almost like sifting through files in her mind. She’d told them stories about basically everybody-then she remembered you.

“Hm, well there was this person in my first group. They were my friend. I miss them, they died during a raid from bandits that I told you guys about earlier.”

The table went silent.

Then, it was broken by yelling. Rosie began barking.

The three shot up and ran towards the gate.

Clem could make out 3 shadows. Two of which she knew was Aasim and Mitch. The other stood hunkered down between the two.

“We found Them Right outside the old safe zone.”

Clem walked farther towards them.

Her eyes widened when she realized.

It was you.

“Y/N?”

“Clementine?”

You both ran to hug each other, memories instantly flooding back.

“I thought you were dead.”

“I thought you were, too.”

The high of seeing an old friend quickly warned off when you both noticed your best friends, parental figures even, weren’t with either of you. You both assumed the worst.

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You and Clem spent hours that night catching up.

Clem told you about Christa and Omid, The cabin group, Carver, Arvo, The new frontier, Javi and Gabe, Finding A.J.

You told her about the groups and people you’d met, bad people you’d run into before, anything you could remember.

Clementine was happy to have you back. To have someone who understood the first few months of the apocalypse for her was like.

#the walking dead #the walking dead game #twdg #twdg fanfic #twdg headcanons #fanfiction #twdg x reader #clementine twdg

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timeguardians · 2 months

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#muse: Violet Mikami #Violet Mikami x Sam Carver #can you exchange one queue for another

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shallyne · 10 months

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Well, anyways, I was bored and made a list with book characters that I like from A to Z (couldn't come up with something for Q)

Book Characters List

A

Aemmory Percyval Taxus

Aelin Galathynius

Andarna

Amara Maroni

Alpha Villanova

Abraxos

Annaleigh Thaumas

Aedion Ashryver

Alexis

Asterin Blackbeak

Aaron Warner

Apollion

Aidas

Ansel of Briarcliff

Ash

Addie LaRue

Avery Kylie Grambs

Ash Maddox

Alex Volkov

Ava Chen

Alessandra Davenport

B

Bryce Quinlan

Bryaxis

Bone Carver

Brie

Barney Fitz-Amobi

Bel Price

Bridget Van Ascheberg

C

Corvina Clemm

Cassius

Cardan Greenbriar

Chloe Green

Camila Dunne

Cinnamon Hotpepper

Cormac Donnall

Catherine Pinkerton

Cara Ward

Cal

Carter Price

Chrstian Harper

D

Danika Fendyr

Dante Maroni

Donatella Dragna

Declan Emmett

Dorian Havilliard

Dante Russo

Dominic Davenport

E

Elide Lochan

Evangeline Fox

Emilia DiCarlo

Envy

Evelyn Hugo

Ember Quinlan

Elspeth Spindle

Evangelina Sage

Elm Rowan

F

Feyre Archeron

Fenrys Moonbeam

Fallon

Felix

Fleetfoot

G

Gavriel

H

Hunt Athalar

Helion

Hannah Rooney

I

Imogen

Iris Winnow

Ione Hawthorne

Isabella Valencia

J

Jacks

Juliette Ferrars

Jude Duarte

Jesiba Roga

Jurian

Jest

Jack Brunswick

Jespyr Yew

Josh Chen

Jules Ambrose

K

Kenji Kishimoto

Kaltain Rompier

Kai Young

L

Lilith

Lyla

Lorcan Salvaterre

Lidia Cervos

Legend

Lysandra

Lehabah

Liam Mairi

Luc

Luna Caine

Libby

M

Manon Blackbeak

Morrigan

Morana Vitalio

Meghan Chase

N

Nesryn Faliq

Nazeera Ibrahim

Nash Hawthorne

Naomi Ward

Nightmare

O

Oraya

Oak Greenbriar

P

Pippa Fitz-Amobi

Purrcival

Q

R

Rhysand

Raihn

Ruhn Danaan

Rogan

Rowan Whitethorn

Randall Silago

Rhiannon Matthias

Razor

Ravi Singh

Ravyn Yew

Renelm Yew

Roman Kitt

Rachel Price

Rhys Larsen

S

Shara Wheeler

Scarlett Dragna

Stryga

Suriel

Sartaq

Syrinx

Sgaeyl

Sal Singh

Stanley Forbes

Stella Alonso

Sloane Kensington

T

Tristan Caine

Tristan Flynn

Thea Delion

Tairn

Thimble

Tandri

Trystan Maverine

U

Usha

V

Violet Sorrengail

Vale

Vincent

Vittoria di Carlo

Viv

Vivian Lau-Russo

W

Wrath

Wren

X

Xaden Riorson

Y

Yrene Towers

Z

Zephyr Villanova

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bonesofapoet · 2 years

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sunset leather + rooftop smiles

[ eddie munson x you ]

author’s note: listen. listen. i would die for this man. he’s literally my fave character ever i just. *clenches fist* want him to be HAPPY and i hope the entire town of hawkins gets whats coming to them for buying into satanic panic :) post season 4 vol 1 so minor spoilers!!

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"You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you."

Soft hair slipped through your fingertips, combing and twirling through dark curls sprawled along your lap. Stray strands tickled your wrists as you played, and you were, it seemed, lulling Eddie Munson to sleep with your touch. Quite effortlessly too, by the lazy drawl of his voice.

It was a song of devotion on repeat, this little ritual of heart and home.

A smile, daring and true graced your lips as fingers halted mid-tug, eyes slipping down, down, down from the horizon above to meet with his own. Those brown eyes that always stole every breath from your lungs, were already staring up at you from the head draped carefully across your lap.

"Try me, Munson."

It wasn't a challenge, no - Eddie knew one when he heard one. This was different, coming from you. This was the tone you chose when curiosity was in its prime, when your heart was open to anything and everything no matter how wild or intense or off the wall. If he had something to share trapped within doubts, you still wanted to hear it. Wanted him to know you wanted to hear it.

(Usually this was about unhinged campaign theories.)

And yet-

He was different. Sounded different.

You knew it was something else, inspiring the haunted look in his eye, and it wasn't because Chrissy Cunningham died in his home this spring, or that the entire town projected their fears onto him on the grandest scale they knew of.

(Although that played its part, of course.)

Regardless, he returned the warmth of your smile with a pale quirk of his own. He looked away, off over the rooftop, off over the town, off into the summer sky, painting the horizon with the most brilliant streaks of oranges and pinks and deep violet clouds. His hands drifted to your wrists, gently detangling fingers from strands. Held them in his own, against his chest.

The cold metal of his rings sends a chill down your spine. You try not to smile brighter at his softness, his kindness, because you know this may not be the time.

"I went into hiding, obviously."

His expression hardens just a little, soft edges becoming a little more sharp, a little more jaded. It was subtle enough to be unnoticeable, but you had known Eddie long enough to learn his tells.

Whatever happened - well. It still bothered him more than he let on.

"If this is another apology about leaving me alone to threaten Jason Carver off my doorstep with a desk lamp -"

A laugh cuts off the joke, drowns out the W.A.S.P. cassette playing softly through the stereo a few feet away. One of those hulking, cordless monstrosities that weighed more than the two of you combined. Somehow, it always came with you, when you made an escape to the empty rooftop of Hawkins Records. It was a music store after all, and you were allowed certain joys of donning the holy title of Shop Manager.

Your smile grows wider then, and Eddie turns a wandering gaze back to you, his fear on hold. That unmistakable light he held, it appeared back in his eyes, then. Laughter faded out with the song drifting through the speakers, and you squeezed the hands entwined with yours.

"That's a no then? Because I swear you've said you'd make it up to me so many -"

Eddie huffs a laugh, pulls himself up so he's sitting in front of you. Your hands fall into his lap, but neither of you move.

"No. I mean I will, obviously - in so many fucking ways, babe, but - I.. .was gonna say something else."

"About that?"

He hesitates. Shrugs. "Yeah, in a way."

"Then try me, Munson."

A breeze flutters through the rooftop, ruffling clothes and hair and everything in-between. The deepening sunset veiled the air with that dreamy shade of pastel pink only found during golden hours. It gifted you both with those infamous rose colored glasses you had always been warned of.

The only difference now though, was these were the kind you couldn't take off even if you wanted to.

(You didn't want to.)

He ducks his head to hide a smirk, folds his hands around yours just a little tighter. "The shit I would give to have seen the look on his fucking face -"

When he looks back at you, waiting patiently with eyes all adoring and steadfast - you're looking at him like he hung the moon and stars in the sky -

The words died in his throat. He almost choked on them all, when the colors in the sky shifted. Deep golden rays sunk low enough to highlight the slope of your nose, the curve of your neck. Gilding light illuminated the shine of your eyes, the glow of your skin. You were radiant, and Eddie swallowed those broken words, unable to try again.

Dusk wrapped you in it's loving embrace, and he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Maybe, if they had you in the Upside Down, your divinity would have simply chased away the devilry. How could the monsters survive against that of a sanctified seraph?

(If they were the equivalent of hellspawn, surely they were deterred by the ethereal - no matter how many times you tried to be the former.)

And then, you raise an eyebrow. Give him a look that screams Earth To Eddie, and your voice simply shatters the spell he found himself under.

"Eddie? Are you…?"

It's jarring, when he comes back to Earth.

A shake of his head, eyes wide. The feel of a warm breeze through his hair and on his palms when he lets yours go. The act of running hands against ripped black denim to ground.

All he wants to do is kiss you.

"What? Yeah, yeah I'm good. There's just a beautiful sovereign in front of me right now, and it’s distracting -"

A laugh sings through your lips while he recovers, and Eddie swears he feels his heart stop.

"Oh you're laying it on thick today, Munson."

"Look - can I just kiss you? Get it out of my system?"

Laughter fades, yet a smile remains. You reach for his hand.

"Of course you can."

The shadows stretching across the pavement lean closer, then closer still. A silhouette of a hand reaches up to caress your cheek, a touch so welcome you lean into him without a thought to be had. And when his lips graze your own, a hand drifts away from music kissed palms to rest against jaw against shoulder against heart.

Thoughts, music, rooftop, Hawkins. It all drifts away, fated to be forgotten when it's just the two of you against the world. It may actually be just that, Eddie thinks, especially when you close the last agonizing distance to bring your shadows together.

He kisses you like he may never see you again.

And you -

The way you kiss him -

It cracks a cavern in his chest, the way your hands cling to his shirt, his hands, his face - it's like you already had lost him, and weren't sure if he really was here, weren't sure if this was real - if he was real.

Eddie barely pulls away, wraps his hands in the blanket you're sitting on to slide you closer to him. The grip you have on his tshirt - Mötorhead, he got it live in the flesh, not that it mattered - your fingers wind tighter in the rough spun cotton.

"Hey," his voice is quiet when he speaks. He doesn't try to tamp down the emotion that swells within that single word. He doesn't need to hide that from you.

No, he just pulls you to his chest instead, and holds you close.

"It's pretty fucking hard to keep me from coming back to you, y'know. I mean - you remember Vecna, right?"

"Obviously. From your last campaign?"

When he confirms, you pull back enough to search his eyes for any hint on where he intends to take this, but - for the first time in a while - you read nothing.

It blindsides you, really.

You hum. "You didn't form an actual cult without me, did you? Because if you did, I'd be pretty pissed, honestly."

Eddie wore an effortless smile, but his eyes weren't laughing.

(Eyes are the windows to the soul, they say. Until they aren't.)

"You, uh. You didn't actually start a cult, right?"

Hands slide along your hips, metal grazing familiarity through the fabric of your shirt. He shakes his head, eyes slipping away to watch this sleepy town descend further into darkness over your shoulder. "No, but I think we - I - found the closest thing to it."

"Vecna's cult?"

"Still want me to try you?"

A smile, daring and mischievous graced your lips. "Always, Eddie.”

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