#ajokeformur ray

[bisexual-horror-fan]

May I pretty pleaseeee have a Sinclair love letter? You can pick the brother, I love 'em all.💜 Subject can also be up to you, I trust you and your judgement 🥰💜 don't think I won't be reciprocating!!!!

Of course Eri! A little SFW Bo Sinclair love letter! Hope you enjoy it!

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I dunno why the fuck M’ doing this.

Okay, okay, shit, that was kinda harsh and it isn’t true, I’m doin’ it because I know today’s important. I might be stupid but I’m not that fucking stupid to forget what day it is. S’ been a whole year since you’ve been in Ambrose and I had to do somethin’ for it. 

You deserve more than just this an I am gonna, swear on Jonesy I will but for now I’m doin’ this.  

I gotta be honest I wasn’t sure why I kept you round at first, not to sound like a dick or nothin’ but s’ true. I wasn’t sure why. But now it’s more obvious than gettin’ run over by a truck. You are the perfect fit.

For the town, for what we're doin’, for our family and yes, for me. 

I don’t say it as often as I should, I care about you. A fuckton. How you help keep things running, how you look after us and remind me to take care of myself sometimes when I get too into something. You’re really important to me, an I dunno how we would ever go back to doing this without you, hell what I would do without you. 

Not to be a fucking creep but I watch you sometimes when you are working and seeing you so focused on a task is well it’s hard to stop. I think that this letter might be a bad idea just cuz I know how you can get. You work too damn hard already, shouldn’t praise you so much over it or you’ll run yourself into the ground. 

Point is, case it wasn’t obvious, I love you. Now that you got it in writing I won’t have to say it as much so really it’s a win for me too. 

I’m kidding! 

Mostly.

Anyway, I gotta go get your REAL gift together before I get in trouble.

Bo.

[bluetenderness]

Fla, honey, would you mind if I wrote you a letter from me to you? I have lots I wanna say🫂💖it's okay if not though! Also which blog would you prefer to be used to receive said letter if you're comfortable with it?

Of course I don't mind girl! 🥹💙 This is the sweetest thing omg I'm totally comfortable with these things I'm 😭😭💘💕💓💞 in my main blog I have your specific bee tag but you can use both this blog or my main blog it's up to you, I don't mind either way! 🥺 This is so damn cute 🥹💓

[jokerownsmysoul]

Flaaaaa!!!! I have something I wanna share with you buuuut it's about meals and self care so idk if that's something you feel comfortable hearing about so I wanna check first!!!🫂🫂💖💖

Ohh of course, anything from you! 🥺💙 I'm always comfortable with anything when it comes to clown friends 🫶🏻🫂🥺 thank you for wanting to share too 😭 I'm having a busy day and won't be able to reply soon but send anything in and I'll reply tomorrow or tonight when I can 🥺💙

[jslittlebirdie]

“All righ’, birdie, all righ’.” J’s gloved hands rub up and down your back in firm, solid motions. It leaves a fuzzy trail up your back, almost making your skin itchy, but you find yourself leaning into all of the sensations J bestows upon you, your back arching into his touch. The same hands which destroy entire buildings in seconds are the hands which cradle the shards of your heart so tenderly, until you’re able to put them back together yourself with the bravery a life lived and loved beside J gives you. “J’s got’cha, toots. Ain’t gonna hurt’cha, huh?” He shakes his head in mock sympathy, almost cooing at you and the way everything he’s watching you go through is a bad, bad joke.

So stressed and scared are you that your body is shaking, soul trembling and lips quivering, but you’re still breathing, so there’s a chance for you. There’s hope in your bravery, in the way you’re carrying on even with everything you’re feeling, and J is going to be there to support you in all things. Every clown needs an ace up his sleeve, and you’re his strongest and only one.

Well... My head is empty, I don't know what to say. Except that I thank you so much, from the bottom of my heart. I'm crying like a baby now and trying to be quiet. I miss him and just wish for a little comfort. I wish he could take me away or something. I feel really bad. I'm so tired right now, but I actually have to keep working. I don't know how to do all this... It's one of those moments. I'm sorry.

[succubusmunson]

That’s gooooood ~ !!! M’okay, watching a horror film while I study. Got so much to do😂keep getting distracted by Eddie though- how can the motivation and comfort also be the distraction?💀

No, that’s such a valid question! He distracts me all the time!

[seidenbros]

(@ghosttownwherenoonegoes here)

My brain: Eddie would mock you for being scared of the dark and having a nightlight but also finding comfort in horror films and sometimes falling asleep watching them.

Me: Uh, no he wouldn't??? He might make some jokes, but he'd NEVER judge or be mean :((( Eddie would make sure I always have light!!!

My brain: sounds fake but okay

🙄😂

(Writing a piece abt Eddie with someone scared of the dark rn! Wanna be tagged when it's out?)

Ahhhh this sounds so promising! I'm already looking forward to what you're gonna make out of your idea! And YES please tag me in this, so I won't miss it 💚

[visceravalentines]

Hi hellooooo!!😭😭😭💖💖💖 You absolutely do NOT have to write this but uhhh some Bo comfort please? Y/N has been working a LOT and is either at their workplace or in their room, music blasting and functioning through life but is not... THERE with the Sinclairs, if you get me. Tensions and worries rise but then one night Y/N is found in Bo's doorway, looking Out Of It - exhausted, upset - and essentially uses him as a gigantic teddy bear? Lies on top and squeeeeeezes him 'til he grunts. It's the most interaction they've had for weeks💔

If you have anything you want then please please send it in😭😭😭😭

Erika thank you for requesting this, it did me so much good to write it. 💚 We all need some Bo lovin', that's just facts.

Workaholic

Bo Sinclair x GN!Reader

1.3k words

No CWs, just fluff and comfort. Reader does eat at Bo's behest, if that counts as a warning.

It was funny, how you somehow missed the signs every time. 

Overworking yourself was a bad habit you fell into again and again. It wasn't hard to do; you liked your job even though it wasn't perfect, and the exhaustion never seemed to set in until you were on your way back to Ambrose. And it was so easy to scavenge through the fridge, curl up in bed, disengage entirely. 

Your boys checked on you, of course they did. You'd pull off your headphones and smile at them, tell them about your day in vague detail. But it took such effort to relive it all. It was easier to shrug and characterize it all as "fine." 

You sensed their concern. Lester tried to convince you to take a drive with him after work. Vincent wanted you to sit and model for him. Even Bo tried to coax you downstairs to watch trash TV together. You politely declined every time. You were tired. You just wanted to stay home. Maybe next time. Maybe tomorrow. 

The days ran together and your sense of time dissolved. Friday night found you curled around a pillow, blasting metal, staring into the middle distance until your phone died abruptly. 

It was like breaking out of a trance. You hadn't even realized your battery was low. With a sigh, you plugged in your phone, sat in silence for a minute. 

It was very silent, as a matter of fact. What time was it? You couldn't check your phone. 

You crept into the hallway. The house was dark. Everyone had apparently gone to bed but you. 

Well, almost everyone. 

There was a dim light coming from under Bo's door. Sometimes he was up late reading. It hit you, suddenly, that you didn't know what book he'd been into lately. As a matter of fact, you weren't sure what any of them had been up to. You felt guilty for being so checked out. If he was up, maybe it wouldn't hurt to peek in and talk with him for a minute. 

You knocked lightly on the door. "Come in," he called softly. "'S that you, darlin'?"

"It's me." You pushed open the door, leaned against the frame. 

Sure enough, he was propped up on two pillows with a paperback in hand. "What are you doin' up?"

"I was just…in my room. What time is it?"

"Almost 2:30. You weren't sleepin'?"

You shook your head. 

Bo furrowed his brow. He was rough on books and flipped the paperback rather forcefully facedown on the bed beside him to save his place. He laced his fingers together on his chest. "No offense, but you look like hell."

You heaved a sigh. "Bo…I feel like hell."

"You been workin' too much."

"I don't know, I don't feel like it's been that much…."

"Honey, I ain't seen you in days."

You laughed once in disbelief. "How can that be, we live in the same house."

"You tell me. Every time I talk to you it's like talkin' to a reflection of you. Lester asked me if I thought you were sick, said you didn't even want to go out to the lake with him 'n Jonesy yesterday."

You felt heavy and hollow at the same time. "I…I mean, it's not that I didn't want to go, I just…." You swallowed hard. "...I don't know."

Bo looked concerned. "You ain't been yourself for a bit. Got us all worried."

"I'm sorry…I don't mean to worry you…I-I guess I just…I've just been…." Your throat tightened and you looked at him desperately, begging him to understand. 

He unlaced his fingers and opened his arms. "C'mere, darlin'."

You shuffled over, climbed on top of him, buried your face in his chest. His arms were warm and solid around you, his hands familiar. He was sturdy and safe, your Bo.

"I-I don't know what's wrong," you whimpered. 

"You don't gotta say anythin', sugar. It's okay." He pressed his lips to the crown of your head. "I missed you."

You wormed your arms underneath and around him, squeezed him tightly, tighter, until he huffed out a low grunt and tapped the small of your back. "Easy, killer," he wheezed. "What y'crushin' me for?"

"I just need you close," you mumbled. He squeezed you back. "Closer."

Bo kicked the blanket off his feet and wrapped his legs around yours. "How's that?"

"Can you just absorb me?"

"Lemme see." He flipped you to the side and rolled on top of you, went limp to press his full weight against you until you slapped at his chest. "What's the matter, I thought this is want y'wanted."

"Bo!"

"'S my name."

"Bo!" 

"Sorry darlin', this is what happens when you starve me of attention. Just can't help myself."

"You're gonna kill me!" you gasped.

"Nah, I ain't never killed nobody."

Your fingertips found the edge of his book and you flung it off the bed. His jaw dropped. 

"Well, now I gotta kill ya."

You giggled and he buried his face in your neck, blew a raspberry, held you down as you tried to squirm away. He was ticklish in a particular spot on his ribs and you dug in mercilessly. Bo's whole body jerked and he grabbed onto you for balance.

"Now don't you start with me."

"I'm paying attention to you!"

"You're gonna be payin' for somethin' here in a minute." You tried desperately to poke at him and he pinned your arms to your sides with almost no effort. "I don't remember you bein' so weak."

"Hey!"

"When's the last time you ate, darlin'?"

"I had some crackers not too long ago."

He gave you one of his trademark withering stares. "What are you, a bird?"

You rolled your eyes. "Bo."

"Don't 'Bo' me, c'mon. Let's get some food in you."

He rolled off the bed and led you down to the kitchen. "What d'you want for an appetizer?"

"An appetizer?"

"Yeah, I'm cookin' you a four-course meal real quick."

"It's three in the morning."

"Do I look like I care?"

"I'm not even hungry."

"Look, I know you ain't from around here, so I'll cut you some slack, but we don't say those words in Louisiana." He was already pulling out dishes. "You best tell me somethin' or I'm gonna start throwin' stuff in this pot with no rhyme or reason and it ain't gonna taste good and you still gotta eat it."

"How about those potatoes you made one time? The really good ones?"

"Mmm. I can do that."

"Can I help?"

"Sure, only if you tell me 'bout work." He shot you a look. "I mean really tell me, none o' this 'it's fine, it's fine' bullshit." His imitation of your voice was high-pitched and whiny and he smirked when you glared at him. "Y'sound just like that when you're blowin' me off, darlin'."

You rolled your eyes and slowly started recounting the details of your last few shifts as you chopped potatoes. Despite all assumptions to the contrary, Bo was an excellent listener, and it was cathartic to empty your head of all the stress and bustle of your job. 

Once the potatoes were fried and ready to eat Bo divided them between two plates and you sat next to him on the couch, one leg hitched over his. 

"You're callin' in sick tomorrow," he said matter-of-factly. 

"I don't know if - "

"I do know. We need you. They can last without you for a day."

You sighed. "Alright. You're right."

"Usually am."

"These potatoes are delicious. You're a good cook."

"Go on, tell me more nice things about myself."

"If I squint like this your head doesn't look so big."

He laughed and elbowed you. "'S good to have you back, darlin'."

You smiled at him, hair disheveled, sprawled on the couch in his pajamas, taking care of you like he always did. God, you loved him. 

"It's good to be back."

[wroteclassicaly]

Kristen😭🙏how're you doing?❤️is there any chance I could maybe ask for some thoughts on Michael in a specific situation? I'm struggling over here 🤣😭 it's totally fine if not, I just didn't wanna spring it on you!!!! I'm sending you love 🫂🫂❤️

I’m recovering. Slowly, but idk… I’m not very happy with myself and I’m doing a lot of crying. :( But what’s up? What thoughts do you need?

[starkeysprincess]

Wait til anon finds out some of us drink 18 cups of coffee a day and don't get so much as a slightly raised heart rate :D

naur cause I work at a coffee shop, I drink that shit like its water 💀 someone did tell me maybe it’s the coffee that’s giving me migraines lately and I said I’m never giving it up idc 😭

[fandomohana]

Your trademark is Halloween, raccoons and comfort🥺❤️

You're gonna make me cry. 🥺 You radiate comfort for me, and I love every moment I get to talk to you. I wish we could spend more time together. 🫂🫂🫂 I love you to pieces, and I'm thankful you're in my life. 🩵🩵🩵

[bisexual-horror-fan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYYYYYYYY ~ 🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉💝💝💝💝

So, so happy that you're here and that we get to exist in the same time and space continuum!! It's amazing being friends with you, it's so wonderful hearing from you every day and spending time with you; you've truly changed my life in so many ways. I have a lot of love and respect and admiration for you and I hope you're having a day as lovely as you!!!!💕💕💕💕💕💕

MWAH MWAH I LOVE YOUUUU ~ 💗💗💗💗💗💗💗

I am so glad WE exist at the same time too! You are a fantastic friend who I love so much it hurts sometimes! MWAH! You are a constant joy and I adore you! I am gonna reblog that fic real soon, as soon as I finish recovering of course!

[bluetenderness]

Something in my psychology textbook today which made me think of you, honey:

“Shop around until you find the right therapist for you”

She’s meant to help you, beloved, not hurt you or hinder your growth and recovery.🫂I’m always here if you ever want or need to talk about it or anything else.🫂❤️you can cling, if you need or want to, I’m here.🫂❤️

Omg you're always so sweet girl 🥺💙 no wonder you're honeybee! 😭💖🐝 You can cling with me whenever you want as well, I don't mind at all, actually all the opposite and definitely not with you 🥺💙 I'm here too always forever 24/7 🫂💖🐝 last week was very busy and it's a busy week this one as well omg but I'll get to your asks when I have free time 😭 I don't want to answer you in a rush when I'm in the middle of something or I'm on the clock, your feelings and doubts and anything you think deserve proper time to dedicate 🥺����

It's so true, finding the right therapist is very hard and sometimes we have to meet a lot of therapists before finding the right one 🥺 I always tell my friends that it is harder than finding your one and only person 😂 If you have doubts or there's a issue it's very hard though to figure out whether your therapist isn't really good for you, or if deep down you're trying to quit therapy because you don't want to face certain sore subjects, so unconsciously you tell yourself that the therapist is the problem when truthfully you are not ready to face serious issues. 🥺 That's why I kept sticking with mine, I wanted to be sure my struggles were about her, not me, and I wasn't trying to avoid digging into painful subjects. 😭 Therapy is very hard, which is why it takes a lot of courage to start this journey. When therapy is done well and properly it is painful, and discomforting, and sometimes unbearable and there's a lot of crying. If the times you leave your therapist's office feeling like shit and heartbroken are more than the times you leave their office smiling, it means that your therapist is a good one and they're scratching the right sore spots of your heart without being dismissive or patronizing, which is at the end what a good therapist should do. My professors (but especially my parents who are also therapists) always say that in a well done therapy will inevitably come a time when you'll start "hating" your own therapist for a reason or another. For some people and when certain disorders are involved there are more chances for it to occur, but in general is a possibility no matter how small for everyone who go to therapy to feel a little tense towards their therapist, and they take it into consideration. If it happens it's part of the recovery, a normal part of it. Sometimes it can be very hard to tell which one is the real reason. 😭 At least it was hard for me, I didn't want to run away from it and I was afraid that I could. 🥺 I've kept thinking about Arthur and his "I just don't want to feel so bad anymore", which was the moment that made me realize in the theater that he was my one and only person who can understand me the first time I watched the movie, and of how brave and strong he is, wishing to have even half of his strength 😭💙 But after all this time I think I figured out it's definitely not me the problem. I kept hanging in there for two years, I kept seeing her and kept trying. I think two years are enough to say I didn't run away. 😭 Now is the time to give myself the chance to feel okay the way I need. My therapist is very good academically speaking, I can tell she studied a lot and knows what she talks about, but her mindset and her approaches don't really fit with the kind of person I am. 🥲 I think I'm too sensitive for her kind of personality, maybe we see things differently, idk. A therapist before being a good therapist for you should be the good type of person for you, too, a person you can connect with on a human level. Mine is a good therapist, but not the right type of person for me. She's kind when we chat, and I don't think my time with her was completely waisted because she did help me for some stuff after all and now I'm also more aware of myself, but inside a therapy setting I can't vibe with her at all. She makes me feel like she invalidates my feelings and I don't feel understood nor comfortable, and this is not good at all, it's the foundation of what a good therapy shouldn't make you feel. 😭 I'm sure she's the right person for those who have a different sensitivity and personality than me though, and can be in tune with her! 🥺 I tried and did my best to face what needed to be faced and make it work, but now I have to be gentle with myself and give me the right environment to feel better. It's hard and scary but I have to do it 😭 ughhh I didn't plan on rambling so much I'm sorry 💀 thank you for listening to me and being always there for me, I'm always here for you too 😭💙 it might take me a while to reply but I'm always happy to listen to you and be there 💙💙💙💙💙💙💙🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂🫂

[jokerownsmysoul]

re your most recent post's tags:

#I want him to share with me the things he loves and himself

arthur would just hand you a mirror and just stare at you til you understand and then he'd giggle and kiss your cheek and press his forehead against yours.😭😭😭😭

Omg girl 😭😭😭😭 legit I giggled when I read this and then burst into tears 😂😂💀💀 he would!! 😭😭😭 this image is so soft, I can't express what it did to my silly heart but for some reason it hit me hard idk 😭💙 he feels so affectionate I could hear him. 🥹💙 these puns are a weak spot and this was so comforting and tender to read but also so funny as well I'm 🥹🥹🥹💙💙💙 thank you for sending this, I'm aware I sound very silly right now but it really soothed me and made my day so much better I'll be cherish this forever istg 🥲🥹 I know that if roles were inverted he would do the same for you! 🥺💙

[jslittlebirdie]

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYY😍😍😍😍🔥🔥🔥🔥🥰🥰🥰💖💖💖😭😭😭😭 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥳🥳🥳🥳🎉🎉🎉🎉 HONEY YOURE AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND YOU DESERVE TO BE CELEBRATED!!!!! IM SO PROUD OF YOUUUUU AND I LOVE YOU MUCHLY AND SO DOES J !!!!!!💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

Omg Erika🥺😭💜💜 You're too good and kind to me. I'm tearing up again, my silly emotions are all over the place. I should probably go to sleep, it's past midnight here🙈 Everything means so much to me, more than I can put into words. You're just so wonderful and so so dear to me. Thank you so incredibly much😭😭 I hope you know that I will try my absolute best to give you something back for your birthday because you deserve to be celebrated too🥺💕 Thank you, I'm proud of you as well. And Joker and I love you sooooo much❤️ I admit, this gif makes me smile and coo. Hi there, pretty clown. Please let me smother you with kissies, you deserve all the loving🤭 His smile is absolutely precious😖💜

[motionpicturelover]

@ajokeformur-ray I love seeing someone else who loves this film so much, too!! I saw it for the first time about 20 years ago and LOVED it, and have loved it ever since! 😍

[seidenbros]

Hello! I come from @ghosttownwherenoonegoes ~ I canNOT stop thinking about Eddie coming home to you crying while listening to some of his favourite songs and he's ???? and you're smiling, like, "I just love you so much. Was thinking about it and then I was crying" and you LAUNCH at him, grab his face in your hands and SMOTHER him in kisses; chaotic and messy. He's giggling, stunned, you're crying, smiling, and it's all soft and gooey and GROSS but fuck, if his heart isn't beating out his damn chest. "Sanest of the lot, Eddie. Love you so much."🥺🥺🥺🥺

Erika 💚 Thank you so much for sending this in, because I loved it already when I read this request. I hadn't originally planned for the slight backstory, but it just happened while I was writing it, so I hope that's okay. And I stopped where I stopped, because... well, that would have turned into smut then. Not that I mind altogether, but I thought it was better to end it there and leave it like this. So, I hope you'll enjoy this! 💚

read on AO3 | requests are open

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, a little bit of angst maybe, established relationship, mentioned of neglective parents

Word count: 1749

Love and Music

Life hadn’t always been easy for you, but you’d tried to make the best of it. Growing up in a home where your parents were always busy with something else, they’d sometimes forgotten about you. All the time you’d told yourself that it was alright, that they still loved you, but you’d never really felt that way, never felt like anybody had loved you - until you’d met Eddie.

You couldn’t even remember how or when you’d started talking, because it felt like a lifetime ago, but you would forever be grateful to him for pulling you into his group of friends, even though you hadn’t had the slightest clue about D&D. When it came to music, though, you two had a lot to talk about. It was what you’d bonded over the most, what had led to some heated discussions, and also to your first kiss in the end. You wouldn’t shut up about him being wrong about Defender of the Faith, so he kissed you to finally make you shut up. It had been a bold and unplanned move, but one that had finally broken the tension between you, after you’d been longing for each other for some time. Nobody had made a move until that day. Eddie had been surprised by you pulling him in for another kiss, and ever since then, everything had been easy.

Ever since then, Eddie’s trailer had been a home to you as well. Before that, you’d spent some time there now and again, but now, it was the place you felt most at home. More than in your own home, because here, you were loved. His uncle was more than okay with that, because he liked you, but he also saw that you were a good influence on Eddie, making him want to graduate this year with you.

It was one of those days where your parents had argued in the morning, where they’d lashed out at you as well, and you’d just… grabbed a couple of things and gotten out. Walking cleared your head, but only because you knew where you were going, and as soon as you reached the trailer, you knocked on the door, knowing full well that Eddie wasn’t home right now.

“Hi,” you said when Wayne opened the door, confusion evident on his face. “I know Eddie isn’t home, I just… didn’t know where else to go.” Sure, you could have gone to the lake, could have gone to one of your friends, but this place was where you felt safest.

Wayne knew a troubled child when he saw one, and the look on your face told him everything he needed to know. So he opened the door for you and let you inside.

“Will you be alright on your own? I have to head to work.”

“If it’s alright for you to let me stay here alone…?”

“Of course.” A smile curved his lips upwards. “Make yourself at home.” And with that he left for work, leaving you in an empty trailer. But even though you were alone in here, alone in the middle of Eddie’s chaos, once you’d walked into his room, you felt more secure, more welcome than you did in your own room. Maybe because you were surrounded by things that you loved, which wasn’t the case at home. Only Eddie was missing right now.

A smile was playing on your lips, when turned up the music and lay down on his bed. There were some songs you argued about, some that you forced each other to listen to, because you thought they were just that good, and then there were the songs you both loved. The songs that would always remind you of him, that made you zone out at home as well, when you didn’t have the possibility to get away.

And then it hit you, just how much you loved Eddie. He was your anchor, the one person you trusted with everything. The realisation made your eyes water, but not because you were sad. Quite the contrary! Because you were so happy to call him yours.

When Eddie got home, he was immediately confused by the music coming from his room. Wayne was at work, but when he saw your shoes, it wasn’t a secret to him anymore who exactly was listening to his music. With a big grin on his face, he opened the door.

“My, my, what a pleasant surpr-” His words died on his lips, when he saw your puffy eyes, your wet cheeks. Hell, you were still crying, making his stomach twist into knots. “What’s wrong, what happened?” Not sure whether it was right to pull you into his arms right now or not, because he didn’t know if something he’d done had made you cry without him knowing, he stayed right where he was.

“I just love you so much,” you blurted out sitting up, wiping at your cheeks. The smile on your lips only emphasised that these were indeed happy tears. “I was thinking about it and then I was crying.” It wasn’t an excuse, merely an explanation, but Eddie knew. He knew how you felt at home, how your relationship with your parents was, and that only made his smile grow. Because you’d come to him, because you were allowing yourself to love and to be loved in return instead of closing yourself off to the world.

Without a warning, you go up and flung yourself into his arms, making him nearly topple over, but he caught you, wrapped his arms around you to keep you right where you were. You pulled back only slightly to grab his face in your hands and smother him with kisses. His nose, his cheeks, his chin, his forehead… and he giggled. It was the sound that you needed right now to ground yourself again.

Finally, your lips met his, but not in a soft and sweet kiss, it was a rather messy one, teeth clashing against each other, but neither of you minded right now. Close wasn’t close enough, so Eddie wrapped his arms even tighter around you, his hand roaming your back.

When you pulled away, you were both gasping for air. Eddie was sure that you could feel his heart beating, because it was nearly jumping out of his chest. He couldn’t help it, didn’t even want to, because he’d never felt this way with anyone before you. You made him forget to breathe sometimes when he was looking at you, absolutely mesmerised by you, by the fact that you were here, were his to hold. He’d never imagined this to happen, but would repeat that first kiss in a heartbeat to get you to where you were right now.

Tangling your fingers in his hair, you leaned your forehead against his. “Sanest of the lot, Eddie… I love you so much.” It had taken you a long time to get these words out, but once you’d uttered them, you couldn’t tell him often enough.

“And I love you, Princess.” He knew that you needed to hear it now and then. Actions spoke louder than words, that was usually his motto, but with you, he’d gotten used to telling you. “All of you, with all your little quirks and even with your wrong opinion on some songs.”

You both giggled at his words, but you didn’t start an argument right now. That was something you could do later, but right now, you simply revelled in the feeling of being so close to him, being held by him. Eddie surprised you, though, when he picked you up and carried you over to his bed. Sitting down, he kept you in his lap and looked up at you.

“Not that I’m not happy to have you here, but… what happened?” He knew. You were supposed to meet this evening, but you’d come here even before he’d been home. He knew that something had happened to make you come here, and he needed to know even if it meant ruining this moment.

“Same as usual,” you said, avoiding his eyes. Your hands dropped to his chest, your fingertips following the words of his Hellfire Club shirt to give you something to do. “Parents started arguing, lashed out at me, and I just had to get out.” With a sigh, you slowly looked up and met his gaze. “And I went to the place where I feel safe.”

Eddie thought that his heart would burst. Knowing that this was the first place you thought of going, because you felt safe here in his old trailer, in his mess of a room, made him proud. He’d talked to Wayne about you, had told him how special you were to him, and the old man had been happy for Eddie. Knowing that Wayne liked you had put Eddie at ease, because it was important to him that the two people he loved most were getting along.

“You’re always welcome here, babe. Wayne said the same.” Eddie raised his right hand to push your hair behind your ear. He used his thumb to brush away the last tears that had fallen. “Mi casa e su casa!”

His words made you smile again. Of course, you’d known this before, but hearing him say that was reassuring.

“Thank you, Eddie.”

“What for?”

“For being you.”

“That’s a new one,” he said with a laugh. All his life, people had looked at him like he didn’t belong, but not you. His friends accepted him the way he was as well, even loved him for that, but there was still a difference in the way you looked at him. You saw him, the real Eddie, and you didn’t run. “I wouldn’t even know how to be anyone else.”

“Good.” You leaned in for another kiss, your hands on his chest. When he deepened the kiss, your hand dropped to his stomach, to his sides, where you pushed your hands beneath the fabric of his shirt. It certainly had the effect you’d hoped for, because his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you flush against him, your body already reacting to his touch.

“Need me to take your mind off things for a little while?” he asked against your lips, grinning to himself.

The way you ground your hips down against him, pushed your hands up further beneath his shirt was answer enough for him. Yeah, a little distraction was definitely a good idea.