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My Future in You | 0.4 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: accidental pregnancy, blood,, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, crying & early on pregnancy hormones, meet the Seresin’s, Bradley’s a dick but less so in this chapter than the previous ones wooo

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Bradley is avoiding Jake. Jake knows this, because Bradley hasn’t slept in his own bed for three days. Jake keeps seeing Bradley’s toothbrush being moved, and his razor being left at the edge of the sink, so he knows that Bradley’s coming home to shower.

Tonight is Saturday. It’s a home game. Jake doesn’t see Bradley all day. Not until he walks into the locker room and Bradley’s already there.

Bradley glances at Jake, then looks back down at his underlayer. He pulls it over his head silently.

“Leave it, he isn’t worth it.” Patrick taps Jake’s shoulder and nods for him to keep moving. Jake steps past, keeping his head down. He sets his bag down and starts getting dressed.

Jake has been speaking to his younger sister a lot recently. He knows that Bradley offered her money. She has made Jake swear to behave, for her sake more than anything. In Jake’s head, that’s just not what a man does — it’s a pussy move because Bradley’s too scared to step up.

Jake lets out a breath. He promised to behave tonight. He lets it go. Bradley won’t even look at him. Jake can see that he’s still got bruising around his eyes. Good.

The first time Bradley locks eyes with Jake is when they’re coming off the field. They lost. Jake cost them the win, and he’s okay with that. It was either the game, or the principle.

“Bradshaw was right there!” Aaron complains, hitting Jake’s shoulder.

Bradley hears, but ignores it and keeps walking. It’s true. If Jake would’ve just passed him the ball, they would have won. Bradley knows better than to say anything himself.

“Dude, drop it.” Josh warns Aaron. Jake steps forwards, his eyes trained on the 14 on Bradley’s back. He walks back over to his bag, knowing that you’re waiting for him outside and that you wouldn’t appreciate him making a scene in front of the whole team. Bradley does the same. About half of the team know already.

Anyone who lives in the house. Most are smart enough to keep their mouths shut, but gossip is bound to spread anyway. You don’t want anyone else to know.

Bradley and Jake shower at opposite sides of the room, then change without looking at each other. Jake keeps it together. There’s always locker room talk, it happens. It buzzes around them tonight. Bradley likes to stay out of it. Jake usually engages a healthy amount. Today, they’re both deadly silent.

“So, Bradshaw, who was the brunette with big tits I saw you with yesterday?” Aaron calls across the room. He’s oblivious to what’s happening between Jake and Bradley, but the others aren’t. About half of the room goes silent.

Bradley pauses, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. As expected, Jake is glaring at him when he opens his eyes again.

Jake turns towards Bradley.

Aaron looks between the two of them, confused.

“Nobody.” Bradley answers bitterly, pulling his shirt over his head. He pushes his fingers through his hair, ignoring the way Jake’s gaze burns into his side. Jake’s fingers curl around the deodorant can in his hand. He watches the way Bradley moves so nonchalantly. Bradley buckles his belt. He flinches, catching it in his peripherals in enough time to duck. The deodorant hits the wall to the side of him.

Bradley shoots Jake a look. He really doesn’t want to do this now.

“They’re all nothing, huh?” Jake bites.

Bradley rolls his eyes, scoffing. He shrugs his shoulders, “What do you want me to do? - Say I’m sorry?”

“Jake, leave it.” Jake doesn’t hear who says it. He’s too focused on not catching an assault charge. He considers if Bradley would press charges. Probably not, it takes too much time, too many statements. Even if he did, Jake’s dad could get him a good enough lawyer.

“I tried to do the right thing, she didn’t want to hear it.” Bradley explains.

Jake squints. “Yeah, I know what you tried to do. That’s real grown up, must’ve taken real balls to go over there and offer her your mommy’s money.”

That’s a low blow and Jake knows it.

“Can you just get off my dick? - I didn’t want this!” Bradley snaps. Aaron’s still so confused.

“I don’t give a fuck about what you want!” Jake bites back. Dustin, standing between them, turns and readies himself to hold Jake back. “I care about what’s best for her. Which isn’t to see you living your life and fucking random girls while she raises your kid!”

“I don’t even know if it’s mine!”

“If you say that one more time, I swear to god I’ll break your nose for real.” Jake threatens, stepping forwards. Dustin puts a hand softly on his shoulder.

“What the fuck do you want me to do?” Bradley demands. At this point, he’s sure he would do almost anything to get Jake to shut his big, stupid mouth.

“Marry her.” Even Dustin pulls a face. Bradley’s eyes fly wide open.

“What? - No! I don’t even fucking know her!” Bradley scrambles for words, shaking his head. Jake’s face is dead serious. Jake presses against Dustin’s grip. Bradley shakes his head.

“You heard me. Man the fuck up, do the right thing.” Jake insists.

“No!” Bradley scoffs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Why not?” Jake demands. This is a trick. Bradley knows that if he says one more bad thing about you then he needs to be ready to fight afterwards.

“Because her family’s fucking crazy for starters!” Bradley answers. He lifts his bag onto his shoulder and shakes his head again. “You and your sister need to stay the fuck away from me.”

He turns and exits the locker room, preparing himself for another week of avoiding Jake. As he steps out, he’s met with a pair of familiar eyes. He damn near screams in frustration.

“Jesus christ.” He mutters. You frown slightly, just as surprised to see him leaving the locker room as he is to find you standing outside of it.

“Are you okay?” You ask softly. His face softens for a moment. He wasn’t expecting you to be so kind to him. He opens his mouth, then you watch his face harden again. You close your eyes and brace yourself for what’s coming next.

The locker room door swings open and Jake steps out, ready to finish what Bradley had just started. He looks between you and him. You open your eyes slowly. Jake isn’t going to yell at him in front of you.

“What’s going on?” You ask gently, looking between the two of them.

“You know what? - Everyone’s been giving you a free pass because of your parents,” Jake butts in, stepping forwards with his chest puffed out like an idiot. Your brows furrow, you catch his wrist and find yourself ignored. “Not anymore. I don’t give a fuck how bad your daddy issues are, next time-“

You step between them and push hard at Jake’s chest, putting some distance between the two of them. You stare at Jake.

“What are you talking about?” You say softly. Abusive parents would make a lot of sense. That would help you understand why Bradley is the way that he is. Typical. There are almost twenty-two thousand people at this school and you manage to bond yourself to the most screwed up one for life.

Bradley rolls his eyes.

“His dad died when he was a kid.” Jake explains, shaking his head. That doesn’t give Bradley and excuse to act like as much of a dick as he does. “Then his mom a little over a year ago. But that doesn’t…”

Jake keeps on talking, but you stop listening. You turn your head to look at Bradley. He’s glaring at Jake angrily. It all makes sense now. The reason he doesn’t want a family, is because he lost his. That’s so much worse. Bradley can’t help but notice the way your eyes are burning into the side of his face. You bite into the inside of your cheek. He turns his head slightly to look at you.

Your lip trembles. He scrunches his face disapprovingly as your eyes fill with tears.

“Don’t — what — don’t cry.” Bradley tells you like it’s an easy thing for you to do, like you can just switch it on and off. It’s that easy for him. He hasn’t cried since the night before his mother’s funeral. That was fourteen months ago.

Jake cranes his neck as tears spill silently onto your cheeks. He’s just as confused as Bradley but he moves to comfort you nonetheless.

“I had no idea,” You sniffle, your voice cracking as you speak. Bradley shoots Jake a confused look. “Oh my god, are you spending Christmas alone?”

“Yeah?” Bradley shrugs his shoulders. He looks back at Jake, trying to ignore the misty look in your eyes.

“It’s not a big deal, he did last year too. He’s a Scrooge.” Jake explains, rubbing your back. You press a hand over your mouth. Bradley stares at you, baffled by what’s happening in front of him. Bradley nods. It isn’t a big deal at all. His plan is just to order a pizza the night before and spend the day eating leftovers. It really isn’t anything to cry about.

You turn and press your face into Jake’s shoulder. A sob wracks your body. Jake presses his lips together as he wraps an arm around you.

“Why’s she crying?” Bradley frowns. Jake glares. He doesn’t like the way Bradley talks about you as if you aren’t there. You don’t seem to notice, because you’re the one who answers his question.

“It’s just so sad.” You manage out. Jake pats your back gently. He narrows his eyes at Bradley over your shoulder. You sniffle as you turn. “You could spend Christmas with us. We have plenty of r-room.”

Bradley can barely understand you. Your voice is muffled and shaking. He scrunches his face up. Jake glares at him, trying to stay calm as he pats your back.

Bradley scoffs. He looks at Jake, almost amusedly. “I’m okay. Thanks.”

His tone is dry and cruel. If you weren’t between the two of them, Jake would knock him on his ass. And yet, you turn towards him and raise your eyebrows, your face soft and caring, “Please?”

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, I mean — Mom and Dad will-“ Jake tries.

Bradley stares at you. He doesn’t understand what he has to do to get you to stop being so nice to him. He swallows, feeling guilt rushing through him. He regrets that he’s the reason you’re crying. He wishes he hadn’t walked into the kitchen at that point in time, that it had been some other idiot.

“He’s your friend and he’s all alone, they’ll be happy to have him.” You answer, your voice trembling as tears spill down your cheeks. Bradley stares at you. You look up at him, “Please. Even you don’t deserve to be all alone.”

Bradley’s lip quirks at the backhanded comment. He knew there had to be some disdain for him in there somewhere. He looks between you and Jake. Jake gives a slow shake of his head. The last thing he wants is to spend his Christmas break worried that his father’s going to put a bullet in his teammate.

Bradley can’t get over the way that you look at him.

“If I say yes, will you stop crying?” Bradley asks. Jake’s eyes widen, he shakes his head at Bradley again more urgently. You lift your head to look at Jake. He stops shaking his head instantly and glances down at you, shrugging his shoulders. You look back at Bradley.

“I think so.” You really can’t be sure. You think it would help.

“Fine.” Bradley looks at Jake. He stands up a little straighter and squares his shoulders. “I’ll be there.”

Jake grits his teeth.

A week later and you’re landing at Austin airport, standing at baggage claim between the two of them. It’s the twenty-third, two days before Christmas.

“So I can’t call it tadpole anymore,” Jake realises as he lifts your suitcase off of the conveyor belt. He sets it down in front of you. You smile and shake your head at him. Bradley looks between the two of you and raises an eyebrow inquisitively. “Kidney bean just doesn’t have the same ring to it.”

You catch the look on Bradley’s face, “The baby was the size of a tadpole at six weeks. It’s about the size of a kidney bean now.”

Bradley nods his head, but doesn’t react much. Kidney beans are kind of big. His hands are shoved into the pockets of his sweats, so you don’t catch the way that he runs his thumb over his open palm and imagines the way a kidney bean would fit into it. He glances down at you. You’re wearing a coat. He wonders if he would be able to see a sign of your pregnancy without it.

“Come on, Mom and Dad are waiting.” Jake pats your shoulder.

You seem happier this week. Your emotions are more in check. Even when you watched that sad movie on the flight, you didn’t even cry. You sat with Jake for the flight. Bradley sat a few rows back. You’re happy that he’s spending the holidays with you, even if he’s acting grumpy about it.

Bradley recognises your parents immediately. He hasn’t ever seen them before, let alone met them, but they look just how he would expect. Your mother is sweet looking, hair curled perfectly and her outfit conservative but pretty. Your father is wearing a tie under a quarter-zip sweater with a pair of slacks. He has a tidy combover and a hairline that’s just about hanging on.

You and Jake each greet them. Bradley observes the way your mother fusses over each of you, pinching cheeks and smoothing down hair, squeezing you into a tight hug. Then he observes the swift way your father hugs you, resting his chin atop of your head. The way that Jake shrinks in on himself as he reaches out and shakes his father’s hand with no affection.

“This must be Bradley!” Your mother is the first to notice the tall man standing back sheepishly with his hands in his pockets. Bradley offers her a shy, polite enough smile. You turn to watch as she wraps her arms around him. You watch the way he tenses, awkwardly hugging her back. You shoot a glance towards Jake. “Pumpkin, it is so good to meet you! Jake’s told me all about you.”

“It’s great to meet you too, Mrs. Seresin.” Jake wants to tackle him. It’s unnerving watching him be so polite. Your mother is none the wiser. She lifts her hand and squeezes Bradley’s cheek, then smiles widely.

“Call me Ellen, this is my husband George.”

“You can call me Mr. Seresin.” George corrects. You sigh softly. He can be such a hard ass at times.

Bradley extends a hand towards your father, making a point of standing a little straighter and looking him in the eye as he does, “Thank you for having me, Sir.” He shoots a look at Jake afterwards. Jake rolls his eyes.

You sit in between Jake and Bradley on the ride home. Bradley shifts in his seat, parting his knees a little further, squishing you closer to Jake. You put up with it for a while. Until he shifts a little more, busy playing on his phone as he squishes you to the point that you almost have to cross your legs. You keep your eyes on your parents as you slide your hand between yourself and him.

Your fingertips graze his bicep. He turns his head, then gasps. You pinch the skin at the back of his bicep, catching him off guard and using the moment of surprise to shove your leg against his, making him sit up straighter, pressing his knees closer together.

He shoots you and unimpressed look. You narrow your eyes at him. He drops his phone into his lap and crosses his arms over his chest, resting his head back against the headrest with a soft sigh.

“Jacob, help your sister with her bag.” George speaks sternly, slamming the driver’s side door behind him. He walks inside without helping anyone with their bags. Bradley pauses from admiring their family home and stares after him, then looks back at Jake already struggling with his own suitcase and duffel bag.

Jake sighs as he shrugs his duffel bag closer to him and reaches for your case.

“Jake, it’s fine, I’ve got it.”

“I’ve got it.” Bradley steps past you and curls his hand around the handle. He lifts it off of the ground and frowns, “What did you pack?”

You shrug your shoulders. He follows your mother inside. It’s like Bradley expected. Texan outside, Texan inside. Plenty of space, land out back. Conservatively decorated. He thinks back to his childhood home and the way it could not have been more different from this place. He prefers where he grew up.

Bradley’s sharing Jake’s room. They brought a travel cot down and made it up for him. It’s about a foot from Jake’s bed. Bradley can’t imagine spending the next week a foot away from Jake’s snoring without wanting to strangle him in the middle of the night. He could have had the guest room, but your sister’s in there with her husband. Given that they have been married for over a year now, your father has given in and let them share.

Bradley spends the afternoon lamenting his decision to say yes to this trip. He should have just let you keep crying.

He’s called down for dinner at six. Before that, Jake makes a point of making Bradley get changed. Bradley hasn’t ever had to wear a button up shirt to dinner in someone’s house in his whole life. Fancy restaurants? - Sure. At home, it just doesn’t make sense.

Bradley follows Jake into a formal dining room, where Jake sits down in the middle. Your mother and father are at the heads of the table. You and your two sisters are on one side, whilst Jake, Bradley and your sister’s husband, Mark, are on the other.

Bradley sits down opposite you, and the first thing he notices is that you’re looking a little grey. He leans across the table, catching your attention. He mouths a silent ‘you okay?’ - you realise you must look more sick than you feel if he’s checking in on you.

You nod your head.

Bradley sits in awkward silence as your Father says grace. This is a completely different world. He knew that whatever hellhole Jake crawled out of wasn’t exactly going to be a nurturing home, but Bradley can tell there’s a cruelty to your father.

“Okay, I was going to wait ‘til dessert,” Everyone lifts their heads in unison and looks at Mark at the end of the table. You catch a glimpse of Lauren swinging her brown boot into his calf under the table. She shakes her head aggressively at her husband. He continues anyway. Bradley can’t get enough of these accents. “But Lauren and I are just too excited to wait.”

You take a sip of your water. Mark does this all the time, he’s an excitable person by nature. You feel really warm.

“We’re expecting! She’s four weeks.”

You feel the water go down the wrong way and will yourself not to start choking. Bradley watches as your eyes start to water. He just hopes you aren’t about to start crying.

“Oh my goodness!” Ellen whoops, clapping her hands together on Bradley’s left, making him jump. “Our first grand baby! George! Our first grand baby!”

Bradley looks up at you across the table. You take another sip of water. He watches you gulp. You’re about eight weeks along now. You know this, Bradley knows this. Jake’s staring at his mashed potatoes and wishing he didn’t know this.

Perfect Lauren, the eldest daughter and her father’s twin, who did the right thing and married a good guy, bought a nice house, raised a cute puppy - she isn’t going to be the one to give them their first grandchild.

Instead, it will be you. The youngest daughter, the most like her mother. Who hasn’t even finished college yet and has no intention of marrying the stranger who’s child she’s carrying. And the asshole sitting opposite her, smiling politely at Ellen continues to gush with excitement. Bradley glances down, catching the state of… grief? - that you appear to be in on the other side of the table.

He shifts in his chair, kicking his foot across the table. He slots it between your feet and nudges softly at your ankle, breaking you from your daydream. You blink at him. Bradley gives you a soft smile. It’s going to be okay. You close your eyes and nudge your ankle closer to his.

You aren’t crying. This is good. This time last week, you would have been bawling your eyes out and telling them everything, begging for their forgiveness. You hold it together for now. You still feel lightheaded about this whole ordeal.

You’ve been zoned out. Your eyes go wide as your mother fills your glass with champagne, “Oh, Mommy, I’m okay, I don’t really feel like drinking. I have a headache.”

Jake stares at you across the table. Ellen smiles obliviously, filling your glass to the brim and lifting it into your hand.

“Nonsense, we’re celebrating!” She insists. You look between Bradley and Jake, silently begging for help. Bradley thanks your mother as she fills his glass, then waits for her to move along to fill Jake’s.

He checks to make sure you aren’t being watched. The other end of the table is too buzzing with the shock of the announcement to be paying attention to you. Bradley lifts his glass and sighs softly. You watch as he brings the flute to his lips and downs it in one. He winces, he hates champagne.

He sets his empty glass down in front of you and takes your full one. Jake gives him a grateful nod. It’s the first pleasant interaction they have shared in two weeks.

You feel sick.

This is going to be a long week.

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the backseat. | j.k

johnny’s been traveling, and as soon as you see him again, you’re making up for lost time.

warnings: smut, oral (m. receiving), hair pulling, unprotected sex, fluff at the end <3

word count: 4.2k

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You were basically shaking with excitement as you started the drive from the airport to Bam’s parents’ house in Westchester. Along with the rest of the crew, Johnny had been working on so many projects (both with Jackass and not) that you hadn’t been able to see him for close to a month, and as of right now, they were all staying at April and Phil’s.

It was ridiculously late, nearing almost four in the morning,but you had made Johnny promise to either wake everyone or just plain keep them up until you got there, because you’d missed them way too goddamn much to wait until morning. Your house, and life in general, had been way too quiet since you’d seen them all last.

You were exhausted, and you hadn’t slept more than four hours in the past day or so, but every ounce of exhaustion left your body the second you pulled into April and Phil’s driveway right next to Johnny’s car. Just the thought of being able to hug him and smell his cologne again was making you smile before you were even up the front steps.

You had just pulled out the key that April had once given you in case of emergencies in case everyone did happen to be sleeping, but before you could even move your hand towards the lock, the door was being thrown open to reveal Johnny Knoxville himself in his pajamas with that signature wide grin on his face.

“She’s here!” He called behind him before he was wrapping you tightly up in his arms, forcing you to drop your bags so that you could wrap your arms around his neck. He then gave you a kiss. “Hey, dollface.”

“That was the longest flight of my life.” You groaned into his shoulder, acknowledging the fact that he was wearing a shirt that had about a million holes in it and looked as if it was literally about to fall off of him. Good to know that nothing has changed. “God, I missed you.”

“Well, don’t get too excited. They put you and I on the pullout couch.” He sighed as he finally let you go, giving you another, longer kiss as the sound of footsteps coming up behind him reached your ears. Your face fell.

“Seriously? How are we supposed to have s–”

“Y/n! Oh, honey, you look so tired.” Before you could even get your question fully out (and thankfully, at that), April Margera was elbowing Johnny out of the way to get to you, giving you a much softer hug as she looked you over. “PJ, don’t just let her stand out here in the cold!”

“It’s the middle of September, mom. Chill.” The grumpy sound of Bam’s voice brought your attention to the inside of the house, and you could immediately tell that he’d been woken up for the sake of intercepting you upon your arrival by the way his hair was sticking up everywhere and the pissy look on his face. “Great. You’re here. Now I’m going back to fucking sleep.”

“Aw, you’re not even gonna give me a hug and a kiss?” You pretended to pout as Johnny took your bags, watching the way Bam’s face screwed up. He then flipped you off.

“Fuck no. I’ll see you in 12 hours.” And then he was disappearing down the hallway, pushing past everyone else that had now crowded into the entryway. You were intercepted with a chorus of greetings and hugs before everyone else basically did the same thing until it was just Johnny, Steve-O (who, suspiciously, looked too-antsy to sleep), and you in the den.

“How was peaceful life alone?” Steve-O asked as Johnny worked on getting the pullout couch undone, sitting in the armchair next to yours as he snickered at the slew of vulgar phrases Johnny threw at the couch while he fought with the shitty frame of the pullout bed.

“Pretty normal. My apartment is in great shape, no one has thrown up in my bathtub in weeks, and I’ve cut my hungover mornings by half.” You said, yawning and handing Johnny the sheets that April had left on the arm of your chair before she’d gone to bed when he asked for them.

“Sounds fucking lame.” Steve-O scoffed in response, sitting up quickly in his chair and then motioning towards the hallway that led into the at-the-moment deserted kitchen. “You want a beer before you crash?”

“It’s four in the morning, you fucking psycho. Go to bed!” You looked at him like he was crazy, because what the fuck, and he just held up his hands in defeat before letting out a huff.

“Fine! I didn’t want a beer anyway.” He grumbled, getting out of his chair and then shooting you a very dirty look. He then nodded towards the pullout couch that Johnny was just finishing. “By the way, they gave you guys the pullout couch so that you wouldn’t bang. It squeaks.”

“Do I look like I have enough energy for that? My flight took up half the day. And I had a five hour layover.” You muttered, wincing at the ridiculously loud squeak that screeched throughout the room when Johnny dropped down on the bed. “Jesus. Did they buy that thing in the 60s?”

“Just don’t wake up the whole fucking house with it.” And then, with those very pointed words, Steve-O was disappearing down the hall (most likely to get his ‘I definitely don’t want it’ beer before he headed to wherever he had ended up for the night. You made a face as you watched him retreat, because he was one to be telling you about noise, before turning to Johnny, who looked close to passing out where he was laying.

“Have you been up, or did you wake back up?” The pullout couch hadn’t been set up when you’d arrived, but Johnny had a bad habit of falling asleep in even the worst, most uncomfortable spots, so that didn’t really give you any clues.

“Been up. Waiting to see your pretty ass when you got here.” He explained, beckoning you over to the bed as he smiled coyly in your direction. You grinned, kicking off your shoes and pulling off your coat to leave on the chair you had just been sitting on. The bed didn’t squeak as loudly when you climbed in, but it was still loud enough to make you pause before you were relaxing into his open arms. Johnny hummed in content, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“How’ve you been, gorgeous?” He asked softly, his hand slipping under your shirt to warm against your back as his fingers grazed your skin just barely. You let out a heavy sigh, readjusting in his arms.

“Tired. My ass hurts like hell from sitting all day doing nothing.” You groaned, nuzzling into his neck and just taking in as much of him as you could get. You hadn’t seen him in such a long time that it felt like you were getting the first fix of your favorite drugs in years.

“I can give you a massage.” He offered cheekily, and you knew that if you could’ve seen his face, he would’ve been grinning from ear-to-ear at his own proposition. You let out a small, amused laugh.

“You want to massage my ass?” As soon as it was out of your mouth, you realized that yes, of course that was exactly what he wanted to do. This was Johnny Knoxville you were talking about. “PJ, if we have sex, someone will be in here to pull some douchey prank on us the second the bed starts making noise.”

“So let’s go somewhere else.” He persuaded, sitting up in bed and forcing you to do the same. You dropped your head against his arm, letting out a quiet whine.

“This house is like, jam packed with people right now. Where the hell do you propose we go?” You asked skeptically. Despite the fact that you were exhausted, you hadn’t seen Johnny in a long time, and if he could come up with a viable solution, you weren’t about to miss out on any opportunities.

“The seats go all the way back in your car.” He proposed, wiggling his eyebrows at you with his lip drawn between his teeth. You sighed, staring at him for a second.

“Fine. But if you get anything on the seats, I’m gonna kill you.”

And that’s how you found yourself helping Johnny get the backseat of your car down whilst sporting a few pillows and a blanket. Once you had gotten it down with enough room for both of you to fit in the joint trunk/backseat, Johnny offered you a hand before the both of you crawled in and shut the door behind you.

“I feel like a teenager.” You muttered, a hint of a smile forming on your face as his lips found your neck from where he was lying next to you with his arm over your hip. “I think I grew my virginity back since I’ve seen you last.”

“Oh, poor girl. Guess I’ll have to take it from you, huh?” Johnny crooned, not giving you time to answer before he was slipping a hand to the base of your neck and pulling you into a bruising kiss. You immediately slipped your tongue against his to taste the familiar beer-tinged warmth of his breath against yours that you had missed so much while the two of you had been apart.

He was quickly shifting on top of you, hand moving between your thighs to press the hell of his palm into the seam of your sweatpants as he nipped at your bottom lip. You let out a soft whimper, rolling your hips into the pressure of his hand against your clit after feeling nothing for so long.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I wanna hear all of those pretty sounds that I’ve been missing.” Johnny encouraged as his hand moved to the waistband of your pants to start pushing them down. You raised your hips to make it easier, letting out a satisfied sigh as he pulled off both your pants and underwear together. However, you wanted one thing first.

“Let me suck you off. Please.” You mumbled against his lips, your fingers finding the buckle of his KNOXVILLE belt as you spoke. He let out a not-quite-steady breath, most likely at the boldness of your request, before nodding along and then sitting up off of you to help you get his belt open.

Johnny didn’t really talk about Tennessee very often, and it was only when he was tipsy and red-faced that he would start talking about his childhood, but it wasn’t very hard to tell where he was from. Aside from the sweet southern tang of his voice and the copious amounts of t-shirts with some allude to his hometown, Johnny always wore silver-buckled belts. It was kind of endearing, if not hilariously on-brand.

Finally the belt was free and discarded next to you on top of your already-shed clothes and Johnny was sitting back down at the push of your hands as you moved to undo the zipper of his Dickies. He was already hard, straining against his zipper and then more so the fabric of his boxers once you got it undone.

“Yeah, just like that.” Johnny mumbled as you finally freed his cock, glancing up at him with hungry eyes and reveling in the way his cheeks were flushed and his lip was pulled tightly between his teeth. You just flashed your brightest smile upwards before licking a circle around his tip, pulling a low groan from deep in his throat.

As you stopped teasing with your tongue and sucked him down until he was hitting the back of your throat, his hips jerked forward violently, his voice raising about three pitches with every bob of your head. He was quickly whining and gasping as you sucked his cock and pumped what you couldn’t reach with your mouth simultaneously.

“God, such a good girl. Such a good girl for me.” Johnny whimpered, one hand over his mouth as his hips bucked off the carpeted floor of your trunk while his other hand stayed tangled in your hair. You hummed at the praise, reacting half to his words and half to the fact that he was pulling your hair just the way you liked. In the long run, it really had been a good idea to go out to the car, because the both of you were horrible at being quiet.

Clearly the time away had been getting to Johnny as much as it had you, because before long he was whining uncontrollably and shivering, grip tightening to a borderline painful grasp in your hair as he essentially fucked his cock down your throat.

“Gonna cum. Open up nice and wide for me, sweetheart.” He groaned, forcibly pulling you off of his cock and tipping your chin back to encourage your tongue out. You did as he asked, replacing your mouth with your hand as you kept eye contact with him and stroked him towards cumming on your tongue. “Fuuuck.”

He let out a stuttered whimper as he hit his climax, his fingers tightening on your chin as he forced your mouth open wider before he was painting your tongue and lips with cum. You stroked him through it, waiting until he was shaking and his grip on your hair loosened before ceasing your hand’s movements on his cock.

“Jesus.” He breathed as you swallowed what had landed on your tongue, his thumb coming up to swipe over your lips to wipe away what you had missed before you took it in your mouth and swirled your tongue around his finger. “I forgot you were so fucking good at that.”

“Why thank you.” You said with a grin as you pulled off of his thumb, crawling back up onto your knees before leaning forward and giving him a kiss. His hand found your lower back as he coaxed you further towards him, pushing until you were in his lap without ever breaking the kiss. “Whew. I haven’t sucked your dick in a car in a long time.”

“Practice makes perfect.” He teased, slipping his hand under your shirt and palming your fit as you pushed your fingers through his hair. “You gonna come stay with me for a while when I fly home.”

“Mhm.” You were mentally picturing the world’s most comfortable king-sized bed, and hummed at the thought. “I’ve been sleeping in cold beds for forever.”

“My poor girl.” He crooned, sliding his hands down over your hips until both of his hands were resting on your ass. “You fuck anyone else while I was gone?”

You deadpanned. “Are you serious?”

“What? I’m just asking!” His lips curled into a wide grin, and it only got wider when you leaned in and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“No, fuckface!” You laughed, leaning into his warm hand when he moved it to cup your cheek. “I had your pretty face, amongst other things, to keep me company on video call.”

“Aw. You really know how to make a guy blush.” He teased, pulling you into another kiss as his arm wrapped tightly around your waist to keep you pressed into him. “And cum.”

If there was one thing you could marvel about Johnny Knoxville besides his impressive stunt history, it was his ability to get hard again with the shortest refractory period you had ever seen in your life. He was already pushing you onto your back as he pulled your legs over his hips, and it had only been a couple minutes.

“God, I’ve been thinking about fucking this pussy for weeks.” Johnny mumbled into your neck as, much to a mix of your dismay and pleasure, he pushed your legs up and over each of his shoulders. He was clearly ignoring your complaint about being sore, because he was currently stretching each and every sore muscle to a new length as he put you in his favorite position.

“Just don’t hurt me.” You whined against his soothing lips, feeling your whole body hum in anticipation when you felt the tip of his cock at your entrance. He kissed you softly, rubbing your thigh that was against his shoulder with the hand that was holding himself steady.

“Never in a million years, baby.” Ignoring the fact that hurting people (you included, with your pre-given permission) was how Johnny made a living. “I mean, unless you want me to–”

“Will you just shut up and fuck me already?” You groaned, lacing your fingers in the hair on the back of his head and giving him a challenging look. You loved him to death, but Jesus was he a talker. He let out a shaky laugh, not giving you any more time to complain before he was silencing you with his lips and pushing his cock into you.

You gasped, head falling back against the worn carpeting of your backseat as Johnny pressed his hips into yours and stretched your hamstrings out almost painfully whilst he slowly bottomed out. Probably about as desperate as you were, he didn’t wait long before he was rocking his hips into you, the slow drag of his cock inside you making your breath stutter and catch in your throat.

“Fuck. You look so fucking pretty taking my cock, honey. So fucking hot.” Johnny praised as he slowly began to pick up his speed, his hands gripping your legs tightly as he pulled moan after moan from your lips. God, you had missed his dirty mouth.

As he leaned further down towards you so that your faces became closer and closer, he pressed his lips to yours, and you bit at his lip as he began to groan into your mouth while he fucked you. You were unable to even form thoughts as you listened to the sound, and you felt another wave of pleasure rolling through you as his cock began to hit your sweet spot.

If anyone happened to come outside by that point, all they were going to hear was the obscene sound of high-pitched moans and skin on skin, and all they were going to see was the car rocking back and forth with every thrust of Johnny’s hips. Appropriate for how long the two of you had gone without seeing each other.

“Just like that. Don’t stop.” You managed to breathe out, arching your back up as he readjusted so that he could hit deeper inside of you with every slam of his hips. Johnny groaned in response, his grip tightening on your legs as he continued his brutal pace. His name was like a prayer as it came from your lips, spilling out over and over again with every drag of his cock inside of you.

Your orgasm was coming fast, and with the way he was hitting your g-spot with the tip of his cock, you couldn’t even feel your extremities or form a single thought as he fucked you mercilessly. Everything was on the verge of going white.

“Oh shit.” You couldn’t even say anything else as your climax hit you hard, knocking your head back against the back seat as you let out about the filthiest sound you had ever heard yourself make. If you hadn’t been so blinded by the pleasure of your orgasm and had been able to focus on literally anything else, you would’ve been a little embarrassed.

Johnny kept up his pace until you were shaking and squirming uncontrollably, slowing to a stop with that wide grin on his face as he slowly loosened his grip on your legs.

“Whew. I should’ve recorded that sound you just made.” He teased breathlessly, slowly letting your legs down off of his shoulders as he pulled out of you. As you came back down to earth, you shoved your heel into his ribs with a dirty look on your ace, making him wince as he helped you into a sitting position.

“Shut up. You didn’t even cum that time.” You complained, pouting at him as he reached for his boxers in the corner of the backseat. He shook his head.

“Yeah, I did. In your mouth.” He winked at you as he took up most of the limited space you both had to get his boxers on, using your shoulder as leverage before he finally got them pulled up over his hips. “If I cum more than you then I’m going to feel like a piece of shit.”

“That’s the stupidest shit ever. I hate when you do that.” You huffed, pulling your underwear on similar to him just in case someone came knocking before pulling the blanket that you’d brought around yourself. The windows of your car were fogged up now, so it wouldn’t even be possible to see inside, but the thought was there.

“You just hate when I don’t cum in you. You’ll survive.” Johnny said arily as he laid back next to you, resting his head on your shoulder and letting you wrap the blanket around him so that he was pressed skin-to-skin with you before letting out a soft sigh. “This is the most romantic date I’ve ever taken you on.”

“Oh yeah. Really feels like we’re moving up.” You teased, running your fingers through his hair and watching his eyes fall closed at the touch. “The next step is sitting in a California King bed with no interruptions watching romance movies while we eat cheese and drink wine.”

“I like it. We’ll probably end up with kids though, so you can kiss the ‘no interruptions’ part of that goodbye.” Johnny chuckled, sliding his hand up to rest against your ass. His palm was warm against your cold skin, and you silently appreciated his innate retention of body heat.

“Really? You think we will?” You had a soft smile on your face, and you held him just a little tighter as you spoke. The both of you had never really discussed kids before, and there was no way in hell you were having any soon, but it was comforting to know that he seemingly had no qualms about discussing it.

“Oh yeah. You’ve basically already been parenting everyone on the crew for forever, so you’d be a natural.” He scoffed like it was ridiculous that you didn’t already know that. “Plus, I cum in you all the time.”

Ignoring his crude words (which was a very practiced habit), you were fully grinning now, and you tilted his chin so that you could look at him.

“I want our kids to have your eyes.” You loved the deep brown of his irises, and despite the fact that you were in the dark now, you knew how they got even prettier in the sunlight. If that was possible.

He just leaned up and gave you another, much softer kiss than before, his hand pressing you closer to him so that the two of you were pressed together without a hint of space in between. Johnny really knew how to make sloppy sex in the back of a car feel intimate.

“We gonna sleep back here?” He asked after a little while, mouthing soft kisses at the sensitive spots on your neck. You could hear his breathing starting to slow, and you knew he was asking so that he could decide on whether or not to pass out with his head against your chest.

“Can you carry me inside?” You requested as sweetly as possible, giving him the most convincing smile you could muster as he cracked an eye back open. You’d missed having Johnny (who was always there to fulfill your every request no matter how stupid) at your side, and you had also missed being able to fuck with him. Plus, the trunk was cramped even for you, and Johnny was way too tall to sleep there without spending the entirety of the next day complaining about his sore back. He let out the world’s most dramatic sigh before sitting up, looking around for pants.

“Of course, babydoll.” And then he was redressing you in the clothing that you still hadn’t put back on before clambering out of the car, gathering you up in his arms with quiet giggling as he narrowly avoided smacking his head on the ceiling multiple times before the two of you made your way back into the house.

Thankfully it was still silent inside, and no one seemed to have noticed your little rendezvous outside, so you were able to climb back onto the screeching pullout bed without anyone bothering you before Johnny was immediately stuck to your side again once he had gotten in after you.

You fell asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around you, breathing fanning out softly against your neck as he breathed deeply right in your ear. Normally, it probably would’ve annoyed you how little wiggle room you had, but tonight you could not have cared less. Not when you had missed him for so long.

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Tomorrow’s promise

Paring: Shane Walsh x reader, Rick Grimes x sister reader

Warnings: Mentions if vomit

Chapter: 2.02

You closed the door quietly behind you and tiptoed into the living room while clutching the baby monitor to your ear. Hearing a chuckling noise, you look across the room and see Shane smiling at you, shaking his head before turning to face the TV again.

“That’s him finally asleep,” you whisper. Shane gently pulls you down towards him so you're sitting in his lap. He runs his finger over your shoulder with his free hand while his other hand holds his beer. He didn’t often drink, only when he was watching a football game. “Who’s winning?”

“I've got no idea,” he kisses the back of your shoulder. “I was too busy watching you in mom mode.”

You roll your eyes and say, “I was hardly in mom mode, just aunt Lily mode.”

“Keep telling yourself that,” he chuckled. “One of these, you're going to be begging me to have one of our own.”

You smile and say nothing else, knowing that you can’t share your biggest fear with Shane. You were afraid you weren’t cut out to be a mom. You loved Carl, but you weren’t sure if you could be a parent.

“Do you want me to take him for a moment?”

“No, I’m good.”

You were walking at the back of the group while gently rocking Jace, who had just stopped crying. Luckily, only one walker was attracted by his screaming, and Daryl shot it in the head with an arrow before it got close enough to bite anyone.

Lori lets out a frustrated sigh, “You're covered in vomit.”

“And dirt, blood, and probably piss as well. But like I said, I’m good.”

“You're being ridiculous, I’m his auntie,” she looks ahead to make sure nobody else is paying attention to your conversation. “Are we going to address the elephant in the room?”

“Carol’s daughter is missing. Once we’ve found her. Shane, Rick, and Carl are back safe, sure. We can address you, fucking Shane.”

You watch as Lori’s jaw clenches as she struggles for a comeback. Maybe it was petty to hold a grudge during an apocalypse, but Lori being the person Shane slept with hurt more than any pain you’ve felt before, and the worst part was she didn’t seem to care.

“For God's sake, Lily, at times you behave like a child-” Lori is cut off by a gunshot in the distance.

—

The rest of the walk through the wooded area was mostly in silence since the gunshot. Something felt off, everyone was acting more tense. It reminded you of the feeling you’d get watching a horror film, when you're waiting for the killer to pop up.

“Are you still worrying about it?” Andrea asks when Lori stops walking to look back in the direction you’ve come.

“It was a gunshot.”

Daryl nods in agreement, “We all heard it.”

“Why one? Why just one gunshot?”

Seeing the genuine panic on her face, you decide to say something. “I don’t think it was them. Neither Rick nor Shane would fire a bullet out in the open like that, it would make too much noise, and they wouldn’t risk it.”

“Shouldn’t they have caught up with us by now?” Carol asks.

“There’s nothing we can do about it anyway,” Daryl says calmly. “I can’t run around these woods chasing echoes.”

Lori raises her eyebrows, “so what do we do?”

“Same as we have been doing. Beat the bush for Sophia, work out a way back to the highway.”

Agreeing with Daryl, you start to walk forward again, you only look back when you notice him marching towards Carol, who had started to cry when Andrea said she was praying for her little girl. “I’ll tell you what it’s worth... not a damn thing. It’s a waste of time, all this hoping and praying. We’re going to locate that little girl, and she’s going to be just fine. Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord.”

You do your best to stifle a laugh at the last part, despite how rough he may look and sound, Daryl was all heart. He just didn’t want anyone else to know it.

—

“Oh my god, Jacey, for a boy who doesn’t eat a lot, you sure are sick a lot,” you mumble while stopping to unstrap Jace from your chest.

You pull off the shirt you are wearing and toss it to the ground, leaving you in just a vest top. With Jace safely back in his harness, you start to catch up with the others, and you notice Andrea has walked away from the rest of the group. You look around until you spot her swatting at flies while two walkers creep up on her, “Andrea get down!”

You pull the gun from your belt and fire three bullets. The first two only grazed the walker, but the third struck him in the head.

While you shot the first walker, Andrea tried to run away but fell to the ground with the second walker only inches away from her.

You watch as a woman with short brown hair rides up on a horse and hits the walker in the head with a wooden baseball bat. The brunette looks between you all, “Lori? Lori Grimes?”

“I’m Lori.”

“Rick sent me, you’ve got to come now.”

“What?” She asks, confused.

“There’s been an accident, Carl's been shot. He's still alive, but you’ve got to come now.”

Lori freezes on the spot as she tries to process what she’s just been told. You place your hand on her back and say, “You need to go with her; go to Carl.”

She snaps out of her trance and throws her backpack on the ground, then gets on the horse, much to Daryl’s dislike. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. We don’t know this girl. You can’t get on that horse.”

“Rick said you had others on the highway, the big traffic snarl? Backtrack to Fairburn Road Two miles down is our farm, you’ll see the mailbox, whose name is Greene.” She says this before quickly speeding off on her horse with Lori.

You reach your hand out and help Andrea to her feet, asking, “Are you okay?”

She pats herself down and says, “I’m fine, and Carl's going to be just fine as well.”

“Yeah, I know,” you nod. “We should keep going if we want to make it to the farm before nightfall.” You spin around, trying to remember what direction you were going in. “Which way is it again?”

Glenn, Andrea, and Carol all gave you a sympathetic look instead of answering your question. Daryl slung his crossbow over his shoulder and said, “This way.”

—

You tried to make sense of Carl being shot. You understand how serious the situation is, but you can’t grasp the fact that he could die. You didn’t want to. He was just a child, still just a baby in your eyes, and none of you could let him go.

“Is she okay?” Dale asks, looking in your direction.

“She’s still in shock, poor thing,” Andrea sighs. “But I’m in, I’ll stay here as well.”

Your eyes widened at the last part, you’d completely zoned out and missed the conversation that was taking place. “Sorry, what’s happening?”

Dale informs you of their plan. “Me, Daryl, and Andrea are going to stay with Carol in the RV tonight in case Sophia returns.”

“That's a good idea. I just need to grab a couple of things and head to the farm. I’m assuming he’s coming with me?” You ask quietly, pointing at T-Dog, who was slumped down on the ground with his back against a broken-down car.

The older man nodded and said, “Glenn will go with you. You can take Carol’s Cherokee.”

Glenn shook his head, understandably not happy about needing to leave the RV, he’d become attached to it.

You reach for him subconsciously and grab his hand and say, “Please, come with us. I don’t know if I’d be able to protect Jace and T-Dog on my own if I run into walkers.”

Reluctantly, he agreed, “How bad is he?”

“That cut has gone from bad to worse. He has a very serious blood infection,” Dale says seriously. “Get him to that farm and see if they have any antibiotics. Because if not, T-Dog will die, no joke.”

You watch as Daryl walks over to his motorbike and pulls a couple of dirty rags off it before pulling out a plastic bag full of pills. He tosses the rag at Dale, saying, “Keep your oily rags off my brother's motorcycle. Why’d you wait until now to say anything? I got my brother's stash. Crystal, X. You don’t need that. I got some kickass painkillers. Oxycyline. Not the generic stuff either, it’s first class. Merle got the clap on occasion.”

On any other day you would have laughed at his clap comment, but instead you picked up the drugs Daryl had left out and handed them to Glenn, “You want to help T-Dog and I’ll get our stuff?”

“I’ve already got it.”

You spin back around to see Daryl holding yours and Glenn’s backpacks. He had moved so fast, you hadn’t even noticed him going inside the RV and back out. You reach for the bags and say, “Thanks.”

He holds onto them while walking towards Carol's car. “I’ve got them…you’ve already got a heavy load on you anyway.”

“What a gentleman,” Andrea scoffs.

You watch as Daryl tosses the bags into the back seat, “hope that had nothin fragile in them.”

Once you check that Jace didn’t need to be changed, you step into the front passenger seat at the same time T climbs into the back. You felt bad that Glenn was leaving with you when he didn't want to, but what you said before was the truth. If, for any reason, you were surrounded, you didn't think you were a good enough fighter to protect yourself, your son, and T-Dog.

Glenn began to talk as he drove away from the highway and towards the farm, but nothing he said made any sense to you; the reality of what was happening was finally kicking in. It must've been an illusion, some trick of the mind, that was blocking you from the overwhelming feeling of grief and pain over your nephew being so close to death, even though you had every faith he’d pull through.

To make matters worse, you had a gut feeling this was just the beginning and the bad things would just keep coming.

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Gonna Hunt You Down (A Colin Zabel Story) Part.2

Colin Zabel x OC!Female

( Part.1 )

Summary: After visiting Ms.Lange in the hospital, Colin goes for lunch with Hunter and tries to get to know her better. But breaking through her walls will not be easy. Because she is a tough cookie, after all.

Word count: 4767 words

Warnings: Language, sexual tension, and too much cuteness of our beloved detective *>.<*

A/N: Hey! 👋🏼 Welcome back to this series!

Sorry, it took me a while to release this episode because -besides the fact that English is not my first language- I'm a little obsessive Virgo, so I had to correct all the mistakes carefully before release. I believe it was worth the delay.😉 Also, I'm still improving my writing skills. So, I would appreciate any suggestions about my writing. Please feel free to comment. :)

Last but not least, I mostly use italics when writing inner voices. ✨

I hope you enjoy it! <3

Taglist/ @kaismanwich @yes-divine-ruler @blackroseguzzi @witchyykitten @just-anotherstan @jetbl4ckhair99

Evan said he constantly listened to this song while on his way to the set of Mare of Easttown. Because this song reminded him of Zabe. So I wanted to add it here. Enjoy!

"We're late, Zabel. Visiting hours have already begun. Are you sure she said she's coming?"

Mare took a puff from her electronic cigarette and kicked a pebble nervously. She hadn't slept properly last night because her grandson kept coming to her bed. So now, she was a bit grumpy than usual.

"Yes, she'll come." Colin replied.

"Alright then... I'll be in the car!"

Mare took another puff from her cigarette and started complaining as she walked towards her parked car.

"If you two don't show up in three minutes, I'll go to that goddamn hospital myself!"

"Oh..kay... Sergeant." Colin spoke to himself. And then returned his watery eyes to the empty street way. He didn't want to show it too much but looked forward to seeing her again.

"C'mon... Where are you?"

And just a second later, Colin saw her at the beginning of the street.

"Finally."

Hunter was half running, half walking towards the police station. When she saw Colin, she waved as if to say, 'Here I am!'. Then she came and stood right in front of Colin, panting.

"Goo... Good morning, detective."

"Good morning."

Colin looked at this panting girl from head to toe for a while.

"Where were you?"

Hunter rested her hand on the body of the street lamp while she doubled up. Trying to regulate her breathing before talking.

"Oh, Jesus... Sorry, I'm late. I forgot to set my alarm this morning, and my mom took the truck. So I had to walk here."

"No problem," Colin replied with a soft smile. Then Hunter's red knuckles caught his eyes.

"Are you cold? Today is a bit colder than usual."

She instantly hid his hands in the pockets of his black denim jacket.

"Huh..? No worries. I got pretty warm walking."

Just then, there was a loud honking. Turning their heads, they saw Mare pulling up beside them.

"Enough with the chit-chat, ladies!" She shouted angrily at them through the open window. "We're late. Just get in the car already!"

Colin panicked but tried not to show her and continued speaking gentlemanly as if Mare hadn't just yelled at them.

"A-Alright... Looks like Mare's not in the mood today. So, let me ask you instead. Do you want to sit in the front seat or the back seat? I don't mind either way but-"

Hunter was already in the back seat as he spoke.

"Just get in the car, for God's sake!" She yelled at him, unable to stop laughing.

Colin was stunned momentarily but then quickly got into the front seat. And Mare could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

"Now... Hold on tight, or I won't be responsible for your head trauma."

And then she stepped on the gas with all her might and drove towards the hospital, not caring about leaving black tire tracks on the road.

"God dammit, Sergeant!"

As Colin hurried to fasten his seat belt, Mare wished she hadn't missed visiting hours because of these two blabbers.

When they arrived at the hospital, visiting hours were still in progress. So they stopped rushing and calmly entered the corridor where Ms.Lange was.

“Let’s hope she’s awake.” Colin murmured. With a bouquet of daisies in his hands (from the florist outside the hospital), he looked like a shy man going on a date. It made Hunter smile.

He looks pretty thoughtful. She thought. It's cute, in a way.

They kept walking along the corridor, and Mare knocked on the door when they finally found Ms.Lange’s room.

“Good morning, sunshine! Still not awake? Course, you’re awake.”

When Mare’s fake-happy voice lightened up the room, Colin and Hunter followed her inside. But… there was no one in the room. Just a few wisps of smoke floating above the bed.

“I know you’re here. I can see it in the air.” Mare said smilingly and started to walk to bed.

Since they both lived in the same town, Colin thought they could be friends. Cause that would explain the sincerity in Mare's speech.

"Ugh! Just leave me alone, would ya?"

Ms.Lange was crouched in the small space between the bed and the wall, puffing on a cigarette in distress. Colin took a few steps forward to get a better look. But instantly, he felt terrible for seeing her wet eyes and messy blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Also, she looked so small in that hospital gown.

It was hard for them to watch someone at her lowest.

"Oh... Come here, Jess."

Mare took her arm and gently laid her on the bed. And her wet eyes met Hunter's for the first time since the incident happened.

"Hey, Ms.Lange... How do you feel?" Hunter asked half-heartedly as she took timid steps toward the bed.

"I'm glad you're alive."

She didn't get on very well with her. Because Ms.Lange was also an edgy spirit. And everyone (especially Mare) knew that fire and gunpowder could never go together. But Hunter never got along with anyone. So… There was no need for drama.

Hunter was asked to protect Ms. Lange. And she did her job. That was it.

"Thank you for pounding that bastard. Now I owe you." She thanked her with an invisible smile.

Hunter laughed joyfully.

"Why don't you just double my paycheck and send it to me?"

When an amused expression appeared on Ms.Lange's pale face, Mare and Colin smiled at each other.

"Honey... Don't worry, I will."

At that moment, Colin decided that holding the bouquet of daisies in his hand this long made him look funny, so he bent down and handed it to Ms. Lange with a sweet smile.

"These are for you."

"Oh, boy... Why the bother?"

As she embraced the bouquet smilingly, Mare took the tape recorder out of her jacket pocket and sat down on the chair beside to bed with a severe expression.

"Now… If we're done with the pleasantries, let's take your statement, shall we?"

Then they started talking about the whole incident from the beginning. Mare asked Ms.Lange told. How she had been repeatedly abused by her ex-husband and the latest incident... And the reason why.

"He told me I would not have peace unless I gave up the house we bought together."

Colin was all quiet and busy listening and examining Ms.Lange's expressions.

"...And I said, fuck yourself. I'm not giving you my goddamn home!"

"Well said."

When Hunter murmured as he looked out the window, Colin's eyes immediately shifted to her. Then began to study her side profile and behind.

She was about Mare's height. And with her well-fitting leather jacket, black jeans, black boots, and dark brown hair falling down her back in a loose ponytail, she somehow resembled a biker. Colin couldn't help but wonder if her hair was as soft as it looked. Or how it would feel sliding through his fingers.

Oh, stop it, Colin! Are you a fucking pervert?

He invisibly slapped himself and turned his gaze to Ms.Lange again. But his mind was still on Hunter. A lot of strange thoughts about her had been running through his mind since yesterday.

Like, what kind of panties she wears? Does she sleep naked? Or if she likes being handcuffed during...

Colin was embarrassed just for thinking those sinful thoughts but couldn't resist anyway. He was curious asf.

"What do you blushing for, detective?"

Jesus Christ!!

Colin was startled when he heard her low voice near his left ear, surrounded by her warm breath. The hairs on the back of his neck instantly stood on. She was so close to him that he could feel the warmth of her body.

"I'm not blushing." Colin muttered with panic. He wasn't even able to give her a proper look. But Hunter had been watching him all along, intensely. Since she was the one who asked.

"Were you daydreaming?"

Hunter asked again with her low voice, this time grinning mischievously. She looked so provocative to Colin for doing that.

God... Keep me sane.

He swallowed, fidgeted uncomfortably where he stood, and then crossed his arms nervously over his chest. He knew he was being AWKWARD at the moment. But he couldn't help it. He always reacted awkwardly when things he didn't expect happened around him.

"No... I don't daydream during working hours." Colin replied with a serious look, at least trying to look serious, but... Did he manage? He wasn't sure of it. Because Hunter started giggling as he finished.

"Liar."

At that moment, Mare turned over her shoulder and called, "Hey!" to them.

"We're done here. Does anyone want to add anything? Hunter?"

When Mare called her over, Hunter had to stop picking on Colin and reluctantly walked over to the bed.

"Well... I got few things to say, actually."

Colin breathed a sigh of relief when Hunter's attention turned away from him to Ms.Lange.

Oh... God, thank you.

It was a blessing for Colin. Because when Hunter had almost cornered him, Mare had intervened and saved him unwittingly.

"Ms.Lange, I have to tell you that I am really proud of you for having the courage to file a complaint against your abusive ex-husband. Since he'll go to jail, you won't be a target for him. In this case, I guess you won't need me anymore. So…"

Ms.Lange sat up from her bed a little and nodded in agreement.

"You're right. He's going to jail. But let me tell you this..."

She took a deep breath and opened her lips to tell Hunter what she had just told Mare.

"Maybe he won't be around, but his creditors will find me."

Hunter frowned in confusion, and for a moment, her eyes flickered between Mare and Colin suspiciously.

"What is that mean?"

Ms.Lange started to explain.

"I learned from one of his friends that he got a lot of money from a loan shark to fix his shitty business. That's why he wanted my house in the first place. I don't know how much he owes them, but I'm not willing to pay."

She sniffled her red nose for a second and wiped her teary eyes once again, after explaining the situation patiently.

"As you can see, the danger has not passed yet. These guys are gonna come after me to take their money. God... I was thinking of moving out of here before the accident, but now..."

"I didn't allow her." Mare intervened aggressively.

"Because we're not gonna be afraid of by a bunch of weasels!"

Now, there were sparks of enthusiasm in her eyes.

"Also, we're cops, for God's sake! Aren't we, Zabel?"

Colin nodded his head instantly, like a soldier.

"Yes, sergeant!"

All this made Hunter nervous, but it wasn't enough to scare her. Because she was not an easily frightened person and pretty good with guns. Cause she was a cop's daughter, after all.

"So... Girly, if it's okay with you, I want to keep you by my side as a bodyguard for a while longer. And Mare says you need a job. So..."

Mare's eyes looked down at her feet as she spoke the last words, and Hunter didn't say anything. Cause it was true. She needed this job.

"What do you say?" Ms.Lange asked sincerely.

And Hunter's hesitation just disappeared at that moment. Because she knew that she often struggled to find a decent job. And it's hard for her to say out loud, but… There were bills to pay and family members to feed at the end of the day. So… She wasn't going to pass up this offer.

"Well…"

After a short cough, "I'm not as cruel as to say 'no' to someone who asks me to protect her." she answered.

"Also, I'm not afraid of the bad guys you mentioned. Cuz you know, I'm the bad guy myself." She added with a cocky smile.

"So... Don't worry, Ms.Lange. I'll guard you at all costs."

Ms.Lange's eyes were shining with tears now.

"Oh... Call me Jess already, you rascal!"

Hunter reached out and attempted to shake her trembling hand with a warm smile, but suddenly, Ms.Lange threw her arms around Hunter's shoulders and hugged her tightly. Then whispered in her ears with gratitude:

"Thank you."

...

It was already lunchtime when they finished the query and threw themselves out of the hospital.

"...kay, thank you."

Mare had already called the station and asked them to send two police officers to stand guard outside the hospital until Ms.Lange was discharged.

"Well... Everything seems fine." Mare said as she put her phone in the back pocket of her pants.

"The police officers are on their way to stand guard. They will look after Ms.Lange for a couple days until she is discharged. And..."

After a long sigh, Mare continued to explain the current situation.

"The other officers will arrive soon to pick up the bastard after his treatment. I think he'll go straight to jail. So the case will be over. And, then, our new case will begin. But for now, everyone can take a deep breath."

After a short silence, Colin was the first to speak.

"Uh, Mare... Since it's lunchtime, where are we going to eat?" He asked when the hot steam from his lips formed a small cloud above his head.

"Is there a good place to get a burger or a coffee around here?"

Mare shrugged as she unlocked her car.

"I don't know about you, but I should go home for lunch. Drew is pretty ill and didn't go to school today. So... Take care of yourselves!"

"But, Detective... Won't you take us with you? Where can I go-"

Colin tried to object, but...

"Oh, stop whining, Zabe! I've given you the best guide you can ever find. What more do you need? Hunter's a local girl. And I'm sure she knows a good place."

As Hunter chuckled to Colin, Mare had already gotten into her car.

"Go eat something with her!" She shouted out with a half-smile through the window. "See you at the station." Then she left the hospital's parking lot in a hurry.

"Oh, boy..."

Hunter laughed at Colin's frightened expression. Her spirits were freaking high. Because she just realized that the poor detective was afraid to be alone with her.

"Looks like you're stuck with me."

It was the first thing Colin said to her. And... He had said it with disappointment then, but Hunter looked hella amused when she said it now.

"Oh, it's not... I mean, I'm not nervous about hanging out with you. Ever."

Colin tried to smile and acted like it was not a big deal.

But it is a BIG deal! Fuck, I just daydreamed about you. He thought in anxiety.

How can I look at your face again? God, help me.

Hunter smiled, oblivious to Colin's thoughts.

"Then it's good." She simply replied and pointed to the street ahead with her index finger.

"This way! I know a good place that makes delicious burgers and fries. But I can't say anything about coffee. I'm not a coffee person."

When Hunter started to walk that way, Colin immediately chased after her. Since he was hungry as a wolf, he just focused on the "burgers and fries" part.

For a while, they walked side by side in silence. But Colin was not a man who liked silence, so after a few minutes, he felt obliged to speak. Even if it irrelevant.

"By the way, is your name really Hunter? Or is it some kind of nickname?"

Hunter's chin twitched momentarily before she gave a reply to his unnecessary question.

"It's not a nickname. It's my real name."

She was very sensitive about her name but didn't want to make it too obvious. So she quickly dropped the issue by looking around.

However, Colin couldn't seem to let it go.

"It's a boy's name." He said casually as he looked at the houses and shops on the street. "You know that, right?"

When she felt the anger boil inside of her, she stopped walking suddenly. Didn't want to break anyone's heart over this, but...

The name issue was a BIG red button for her, and that Colin guy fucking pressed it with his broke ass. Unwittingly or not. He made her hella pissed.

"What happened?"

When he realized Hunter was no longer walking beside him, he stopped and turned around, looking curious. There were 5 steps between them, and judging by the look on his face, he clearly was unaware that he had just dropped a brick.

"Are you... kay?"

As his eyes met her piercing gaze, he felt that familiar, itchy, electric current run up from his kneecaps to his stomach.

"Detective," She broke her silence.

"I highly recommend you to be careful when you put my name on your tongue." She underlined every single word with a dangerous timbre.

"W-What?"

Colin was intimidated by the sudden seriousness of the girl laughing only five minutes ago.

"Oh... Did I say som-"

Hunter got closer and said her words straight to his face:

"This is my first and last warning to you. So, you better listen to me carefully."

She never broke eye contact with him, so Colin couldn't look away this time.

"Don't ever make fun of my name again. Or I swear I'll beat you and make sure you won't be able to pee on your own, for a long time."

Colin felt a tingling under his pants right after she finished.

Oh, God...

Her words were so powerful that he couldn't believe he had an erection just because of that.

Like how tf?!!

It wasn't supposed to be.

"Let me introduce myself properly." She continued her warning speech, oblivious to his thoughts.

"My name is Hunter. And no, it's not just for boys! Also, my dear father didn't give me this name because he thought I would be a boy. He gave me this name 'cause when he first saw me, he knew I would be a badass hunter one day."

This was a harsh outburst (and a bit rude), but strangely, it pleased Colin. Somehow, he liked being scolded by this unpredictable woman.

"Now, if that's clear," Hunter dropped the conversation gladly as she saw Colin nod. "I'm going for lunch." They both seemed relieved at that moment.

"If you're still hungry, you can join me."

She lightly patted Colin on the arm and walked past him to the restaurant around the corner. After a few seconds of freezing, he quickly zipped up the front of his coat and called out while chasing after her:

"Thank you for, uh... warning me! Hunter... I won't do it again."

When Hunter didn't give any reaction and kept walking to the restaurant, Colin felt like a total idiot.

Agh! Shut up already! You're such a loser.

The 'name thing' was obviously her soft spot, and she had taken out her claws to protect herself, her name. But there was no need for that. Colin had made her do it with his reckless words. And now he was feeling guilty as fuck.

When Hunter walked through the restaurant door with the sign Apple Pie'rre and disappeared, Colin rushed in and headed for the table where she was sitting. The little bell at the top of the door kept ringing after him, but it faded into the crowd after a while.

Apple Pie'rre** (imaginary place)

"Wow... This place is nice." Colin said half-smiley while sitting down in front of Hunter. His eyes were studying inside now.

The restaurant was large and had a spacious dining area with retro double leather armchairs and wooden tables. It looked like a warm, family-friendly place. And also quite crowded at this time of day.

The smell of burgers, coffees, and sugary treats carried by passing waiters whet Colin's appetite.

"My father's favorite place. It was..." Hunter said quietly while studying the menu.

"He used to get us here every Sunday."

A broken smile appeared on her face but quickly disappeared. Good memories were long gone. Would there be new ones? Hunter didn't sure.

After a long look at her, Colin mustered up the courage and said what was going on in his mind, despite the risk of getting beaten up by her.

"Well... He had a good taste, I must say."

Hunter didn't look angry or offended. On the contrary, she was just smiling contently.

"Yeah, he had."

And then she called out to the waitress at the table they were sitting at. The faltering look on her face broke Colin's heart. From what he'd observed so far, Hunter was a fun-loving, teasing girl and a bit of a hothead. But now, Colin was seeing her like this for the first time.

I think she was a little touched. He thought, looking at her teary eyes.

Another soft spot has been determined. Be careful, Zabe.

"Did you know they've been making the best burgers in this town since 1975?"

"No." Colin replied simply and did not move his eyes from her a bit.

"Well, I guess you learned just now."

"Yeah."

She tried to distract him with some unnecessary information cause she didn't want to look so fragile and small in front of him. But her plan just didn't work. Thanks to her teary eyes, now the only thing on Colin's mind was how much she cared for her father.

Fuck! She hissed to herself and wiped her eyes quickly when Colin turned his head to the waitress that came to their table.

"Have you decided on your orders? Uh, Hunter?! How are you?"

When they started to chat, Colin's eyes studied the girl. Apparently, she is one of Hunter's friends. And she was looking exactly the opposite of Hunter. She was all in pink clothes and had short, wavy blonde hair. And she also had bracelets decorated with colorful beads and charms. And her creepy smile with 32 teeth… Let's say she just looked like she had escaped from Wonderland.

It just doesn't look like Hunter's taste, Colin thought. She probably likes being that 'dark' girl in high school.

Colin sighed as he looked at her naturally red lips. Hunter may have been a tomboyish girl, but at the same time, she was too hot to handle. And she also seemed to make it her hobby to give poor Colin mixed signals and make him feel delusional.

God knows what else.

"Oh, I think I'mma go with a double cheeseburger, some onion rings, and a big cup of cola."

"Alright... The usual order goes for my friend. And sir? What would you like to order?"

Zabel was so lost in his thoughts.

"Zabe!" When Hunter called him, he quickly downed to the earth and gave his order by saying, "Same as hers." with a nervous smile.

As the waitress headed to the kitchen, he removed his coat and put it next to him. It was boiling inside. And also, thankfully, his boner was gone.

"I... I heard about your dad, and I'm so sorry." He dived straight into what he wanted to talk about without any fear.

"It's a shame I didn't get to meet him. I could've learned a lot from him."

She was totally father's daughter. Colin could tell just by looking at her. But unfortunately, ten years ago, she lost her 'dear father' in a most tragic way. He learned from Mare this morning and felt terrible for her.

Poor girl just bit the bullet and went on with her life. Colin thought.

His father was just an alcoholic abuser when her father was a hero in the state where he lived. And how could it be that a scumbag like his father was still alive, and hers was in the ground? Colin is never gonna understood that. Ever.

As Hunter's absent-minded, bereaved eyes were still looking out the window, "I wondered something." Colin continued.

"You are obviously a tough cookie. And pretty smart. Why didn't you consider becoming a detective like your old man? I mean… Mare followed in her father's footsteps and became a good detective. What about you? Didn't you ever want to?"

He now realized how badly he wanted to partner up with her. But it wasn't an option at all.

"So... You're asking me why I ended up as a pain in the ass instead of being a brilliant detective, right?" Hunter replied with a smirk. This guy was really something else.

"Yea-"

For a moment, Colin was relieved she didn't mind him talking about her father. But after that, he got panicked at what she said.

"No, no, no, I didn’t say that. I didn't say that you're a pain in th-"

"Slow down, detective. I'm just teasing." Hunter laughed joyfully.

"But... I bet you wished to imply it. Cause I did 'your job' at the most needed time. You must feel useless and humiliated when you arrived at that garage."

Colin didn't say anything, but the look on his face told everything. Indeed, at first, he was jealous of her, but now he only admired her.

"Anyway... Let me be clear for you, detective."

Hunter gathered all her thoughts about this topic and reached her point without haste.

"As you witnessed earlier, I have some… anger issues. If I were a cop, I probably wouldn't be able to handcuff criminals without punching the shit out of them. So I think it's good that I'm not a cop for your peace. I mean... You probably wouldn't want a problematic co-worker around you. Would you?" She ended up her speech with a tricked question as she delightfully smiled. And he couldn't take his eyes off her smile for a moment.

Actually... Colin would want her around him, as a cop or not. Cause she was right his cup of tea. But he didn't say anything, just dropped the conversation with a nervous laugh.

"Here you go!"

Just as they were about to fall into another long silence, the delicious smells of burgers and fries filled the table. And Colin suddenly came to life, his eyes wide open and unable to hide his surprise.

"Wow, that was fast!"

The waitress girl, 'Pixy' (That's what it said on her name badge.), smiled cheerfully and confessed, "I prepared your orders myself. Enjoy!"

"Pixy, you're the best! I love you!"

When she chuckled and left to take another table's order, Hunter took a massive bite of her burger and closed her eyes while chewing it slowly. Her taste buds were exploding with flavor. At that moment, she didn't care if she looked like she was having an orgasm. Cause that burger was fire. And she just wanted to enjoy it.

"You look so lovely."

Colin let his thoughts escape his lips for a moment, and when he realized what he had just said, he had a coughing fit as he focused on his following words to fix the situation. His eyes were wide open.

"I mean... You look like you're enjoying too much of that burger. It must be your favorite food.

Hunter awkwardly smiled with her full mouth and looked away shyly. Because she had just been caught in the act of her guilty pleasure.

"Is it... that obvious?"

She swallowed her bite while thinking about what she's gonna say after. And when she finished, she put the burger down and explained calmly, "Yeah, it's my favorite food. But, since I'm on a hard diet, I haven't had a burger for a long time."

"Diet?!" Colin surprised.

"You don't look like you need a diet."

Hunter took a big sip from his coke and kept explaining shyly.

"Well... Actually, I'm interested in bodybuilding."

She didn't want to tell him that fact about herself, but… She had just said it.

"It's not like... I want to be huge or be a professional. I just wanted to push my limits."

She felt insecure after saying that cause, from what she had seen so far, most men didn't approve of women's muscle building. So… She just wondered what he would think about it.

"I can see that you are ambitious," Colin said while thinking.

"If pushing your limits makes you happy, you shouldn't feel guilty about it."

"Who said I feel guilty?"

Colin kept his attitude the same.

"Then, why are you looking at me like you want me to approve you?"

The daring expression and the confident tone of his voice...

Damn!

This time, he cornered her. And made her look away.

Are you the same detective that had red cheeks earlier today? She thought in confusion. Clearly, she didn't expect that question.

It was Colin's first-ever challenge to her.

"You're a strong woman, with or without muscles." Colin continued confidently as he saw a doubtful look on her face. Now he was looking right into Hunter's eyes with his own will for the first time.

"It's nobody's business but you."

Hunter thought men were programmed to despise and criticize women all her life. Cause, with the exceptions, most men are fucking bullies, and the rest are just cowards with a hero complex. Thinking women can't do anything on their own. But it was hella wrong!

"Well..." She sighed.

No man, other than her father, had ever said such encouraging things to her. So, she felt a bit touched at that moment. Offguarded...

"You're quite a rare man, detective. Has anyone told you that before?" His speech had defeated Hunter, and Colin was aware of it.

"Nope," He smiled a little timidly. "You're the first." Then he took a bite of his burger with peace of mind, knowing that he had finally created a breach in her walls.

Oh, boy...

She couldn't help but smile mischievously as she took another sip from her coke.

I think we'll be seeing each other more often, detective.

I've got my eye on you.

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hoony-parker · 2 years

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ST4 Vol 2 spoilers

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a Steve x reader where the reader is Eddie’s little sister (maybe by like a year so she’s 19) and she has to go with Steve, Nancy, and Robin to go pick up Dustin from the upside down. And when she finds Eddie and he’s dead, she breaks down and Steve comforts her?? And she just kinda clings to him for the rest?

warnings: character death, stranger things vol. 2 spoilers! a lot of angst, swearing. not proofread!!

pairing: steve harrington x fem!munson!reader (there's not so much of a pairing in this fic, though. it's what it says in the ask)

notes: this hurt to write so much. i liked the results, though. i hope you do, too. love you x

w/c: 2.3k

it was all too much.

the monsters, the heavy air around you, the rush, the adrenaline.

hawkins was supposed to be boring. hawkins was supposed to be a little old town in indiana where absolutely nothing happened. instead, you found out there's monsters, demoniac bats and a wizard with bad skin that's trying to incriminate your brother for murder.

you knew eddie. you were his little sister, after all. but you knew, and could assure and swear for your own life that your brother was not a murder.

he was a dork who liked metal music, d&d, and smoking pot. a lot.

but he was still the same nerd who practically raised you when no one else would.

your big brother, only two years older than you, and now even going to your senior year alongside you, had made sure your hair was in perfect piggy tails back in elementary school so you could be the coolest out of all the little devils you called your classmates.

those damned toddlers had made fun of your hair more than once for not being styled delicately and prettily. and when they found out you lived in a trailer park? school became hell. you had come home crying more than once about the girls in your class calling you ugly and the boys calling you poor, and eddie thought that that was just cruel.

you were, hands down, the sweetest girl in the world. and, no. eddie wasn't just saying it because you were his little sister. but because you were everything he wasn't.

you were sweet and kindhearted. the type to pick every plastic wrapper you found on the floor and throw them away in the trash can. the type to find lost puppies in the street and beg your uncle to just take them to the vet to make sure they're okay, and you'd be on your way. the type to help with dinner and color eddie's homework and write it prettily so he'd have extra credit. you were the kindest soul he had ever met.

yes, you were a little different from your classmates. you didn't have a mom, or a dad. you had your uncle and your older brother, instead.

you didn't have a big house or a backyard. you had a trailer and the whole fucking trailer park to run around in, if you ever felt like it.

you didn't have a bed. you slept on the couch and, whenever you had nightmares, you'd sleep with eddie.

yes, you were a little different from your classmates. but you wouldn't trade your life for anything.

and it surely wasn't a surprise when you walked out of school monday afternoon and found all your classmates crying and cursing when they found out that the tires from their bikes had been cut and ruined.

so, no. there was no way eddie was a murderer.

you never would've guessed you'd be fighting monsters a couple of months before graduation.

you were fighting monsters, for god's sake. the same ones you were afraid of when you were a toddler, and had to sleep next to eddie so you could at least get some sleep. the same ones that appeared only in your darkest nightmares and thought they'd get you in your most vulnerable times. the same ones eddie always swore he'd protect you from.

anyway, you found yourself fighting alongside robin, one of your dearest friends from school, nancy wheeler and the ex-king from hawkins high, steve harrington.

dustin had come along, too. trailing closely behind like a lost puppy when you dropped down to the upside down through a gate in your trailer, it seemed like.

you were going to kill vecna.

you were supposed to go after him. that was the plan. dustin and eddie were going to distract the demobats so you could go after vecna without any drawbacks, and you'd go after his head.

"don't die," eddie had told you, grabbing your forearm and pulling you roughly into a hug, squeezing your body close to his with one arm around your shoulders, and his other hand supporting the back of your head while he buried it in his shoulder, resting his chin on the top of your head. "yeah, you either," you had answered, words muffled against the fabric of his clothes, his hellfire club shirt now firty and thorn in some places due to the battling all of you had gone through the last couple of days.

you had felt him chuckle quietly against you, and you pushed him away to look up at him, staring directly into his eyes. "i'm serious," you had said. "i need my big brother."

the slight shake in your voice had immediately caused eddie's smile to fade, replacing it by a frown when he noticed the seriousness in his voice. it seemed like he had struggled to comprehend just how real all of this was until the moment you made him promise he was going to come back to you. "you'll have him for a long time, teddy," he'd assured you naively, calling you by the familiar nickname he had called you since you were little, afraid, and safe under his wing.

"you'll have to bear with me for a long, long time," he had promised. you had given him a kiss on the cheek, another hug and wished him good luck, ruffling dustin's hair quickly and with affection. "keep your promise," you had whispered in his ear with one last, big hug.

he had just smiled back, almost blinded by his thoughts and the little voices in his head that reminded him that he was indeed in another dimension, and he was there to kill a fucking demon that ruined his life.

eddie couldn't begin to understand when his life had changed so much so quickly. just a couple of days ago, he was known as eddie 'the freak' munson, a weird, yet harmless, guy who hung out with other weirdos to play a board game and smoked weed — and sold it— every once in a while.

now, he was being looked after for a homicide he didn't even commit. his life was ruined, along with his chances of improving his life and, maybe, get you and him out of the hell hole the trailer park was. if he went back to hawkins, he'd get arrested. he'd probably not be believed in when he told the authorities the truth— because, who would believe a freak, drug dealer anything he said?

he lost already. he wouldn't be able to graduate highschool again, and he'd have to do senior year all over again, again. eddie couldn't give you what you deserved even when he tried his hardest, and he did because, after his third try, he was finally, finally, graduating highschool.

if he went back to hawkins, he'd have to run away. out of the state, maybe. and if it wasn't far enough, out of the country. he'd have to get away from you to keep you safe. if you love something, let it go, he'd tell himself, in hopes of making the process of leaving his little sister behind easier. it didn't.

but he'd swore once he'd keep you safe, and he intended on keeping that promise.

the time passed, and after fighting more creatures and thinking you were running in circles in a constant loop, it seemed like you had finally broken the curse.

you ran in search for your brother, looking around to try to recognize your surroundings and the place you had last seen him in, legs moving faster than your thoughts and lungs on the edge of collapsing after the agitated breathing.

your vision was blurry. everything was, by now. from the day all the events started until now, nothing seemed coherent.

the blurriness didn't stop you from noticing two figures a few feet ahead, lying on the floor and surrounded by what seemed the corpses of thousands of demobats. your heart sank, body turning cold as you kept repeating yourself that no, this isn't real. this is a nightmare. you just have to open your fucking eyes.

you didn't just fight an interdimensional monster. you didn't just get knocked down by a demoniac bat. you didn't see a seven feet tall monster with a big mouth for a head and infinite rows of teeth.

that could only happen in your worst nightmares. soon, you'll wake up from this nightmare. you'll be six years old all over again, and eddie will get you some of the shitty hot chocolate you bought and distract you from your bad dream to get you to fall asleep easily again.

it's a nightmare, because you didn't just realize that your big brother is dying in his friends arms while in another dimension. it's all fake. it must be.

you ran, chest contracting once you approached them enough to fall to your knees, eyes widened and your eyeballs almost dry from the lack of blinking, gaze kept in your brother. "no!!" you screamed, slightly pushing dustin aside to bring eddie's body over your lap, and you encircled him with both of your arms to keep him from falling. "no, no, no, no, no," you repeated, over and over again like a mantra. like the word would turn back the events, bring you back to normal.

he looked tired, in pain. strands from his hair fell over his eyes, stuck together from the blood and sweat. his shirt, previously only covered in dirt, now soaking with the crimson colour of your brother's blood. so, so precious and useful, and you could see how fast it was flowing out of him. it made you shake with anxiousness.

"hey, teds," he smiled, lips pressed together and words told through gritted teeth. the pain was evident in his features, face, body and soul. you shook your head. "what did they do to you?" you asked, looking down to his torso to inspect the damage. "that bad, huh?" he teased, blood spurting from his lips while he mouthed the words. "what did you do, eds?"

your voice was merely above a whisper, and dustin beside you covered his mouth with the palm of his hand, desperately trying to quieten the sobs that fell from his lips.

you didn't have the strength to get your voice any louder. you didn't feel you had the need to, either. eddie could hear you, and that was enough.

"i went to become a hero," he smiled again, now his lips tugged up with pride. it pained you, his words cutting through your soul like a knife that sent you to agony. it had never dawned you, just how much eddie needed to show the others what he could do.

all those years, you had thought it was enough. that you were enough. wasn't it obvious you already thought he was your hero? hadn't you thanked him enough?

was this the cost?

a tear fell down your cheek. hot and cold. hot, trailing down the skin in slow motion mercilessly. cold, as it let the wet path make contact with the oxygen and cool your skin.

the mix of feelings only brought you more confusion.

"you promised," you reminded him in a whisper.

he looked at you once more, and the way his body shook violently in his grasp made more tears fall, already anticipating what was to come.

"y-yeah. i also promised— i also promised to protect you."

"but you're hurt," you cried. "and you're safe, right?" he coughed, spitting more blood.

looking down to your clothes, you brought your shaky hands to your shirt and tore a big piece, bringing it to his biggest wound and pressing on it in hopes of preventing more blood from coming out, earning a wince from your brother that had you apologizing under your breath. you looked at your hands and avoided his gaze.

"i'm getting you outta here, eddie. j-just stay awake, yeah?"

"you are safe, right?" he repeated. the softness, yet urgeness in his tone got you whipping your head to his direction.

you stayed quiet for a second. a second too long, maybe. but, if you said no, what would you win from that? telling him the truth when he was at his worst, and when he had intended to keep his promise, would lead you to nothing. it kept you thinking.

"i'm safe, eds," you smiled tearfully.

you so desperately tried to blink the tears away. but your eyes felt so full of them, glossy and heavy, that as soon as your lids made contact, the droplets didn't hesitate in running down your skin once again.

he breathed out a laugh, pained and breathless. "that's— t-that's good. good."

eddie let his head fall back, and you hugged him closer. "i'm sorry, eddie. i'm sorry, i'm sorry," you sobbed. "i love you, i'm sorry."

"i didn't run away this time," he smiled. you shook your head. "you didn't. you didn't run. you're so, so brave eds. i'm sorry," you went on.

"s'not your fault—" he coughed, "none of it. none- none of this' your fault, teddy," he assured you.

and you could feel their presence behind you. your friends, those who gave it all to kill vecna, right behind you. and you could feel their pitty— their sympathetic smiles and frowns. still, you didn't know how you felt about it.

you didn't have time to think of it.

"stay with me," you whispered, begged him. "stay, please."

and eddie just made an effort to look at steve, right behind you, and he felt ready. he could go, and you'd be fine.

you'd be fine.

then, his head fell back, and you couldn't hear his breathing anymore. his eyes were open, looking into nothingness and lifeless still.

you ached, lungs expanding with a loud sob and you cried and, mere seconds later, steve crouched beside you to pull you to him. slowly, he closed your brothers eyes, swallowing the lump in his throat and kept his arms tight around you, pressing his head to yours and pulling your head to his neck, encouraging you to hide there— you'd be safe there. hidden.

but eddie was gone, and died a hero.

he was always your hero.

all your life, yesterday, tomorrow, forever.

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington angst #joe keery #joe keery x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader

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panzershrike-pretz · 5 months

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Lanterns

Part 5

Disclaimer:

Summary: A Goddess who lost her faith, trying to get back to her senses so her family doesn't fall apart.

Warnings:

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop , @bucky32557038ww2 , @xxluckystrike (if you want in or out, just tell me!)

-> Image below found here.

It was late at night when Hydra found herself back on Blithe's deck. The music was loud and she could hear laughter as she got off the gangplank, taking in whatever was happening.

Her crewmates where all united: dancing, singing and drinking their faces off. It was a normal night in her eyes, and it was easy to simply smile along as she found somewhere to sit and watch before heading straight to the crow's nest to spend the night on guard duty. She should've slept during the day.

Sirius, who was having an arm wrestling competition with Rodion, looked over to where she was sitting - and his distraction made him loose. He let out a bitter sigh as he gave his cousin ten gold coins and got up in defeat.

Brownyn sat in his place - and the smug pirate in front of her felt a shiver down his spine as he prepared to loose all his savings to the teen girl.

Sirius laughed as he walked up to Hydra, curious. "Should I ask what kept me sea bird on land for so long? Huh?... is he handsome? Or it's a she? Just don't tell me they're a landlubber!"

Hydra rolled her eyes at him. "I don't have any crushes, dipshit. I was only thinking."

"Oh, don't do tha', hun, those kinda things are dangerous!" And then he giggled to himself, proud of his own joke. "Will ye tell me what is keepin' yer mind? Or will we have to wrestle? I'm tellin' ya I'm ready to throw punches."

"I ain't wrestlin' you, of all people!" She shook her head, perplexed. "I know how you play dirty, dumbass. I'm your sister, for Gods' sake, I was the first person you ever wrestled with."

"I'm pretty sure it was Reggie, not ya. Momma would always say ye should act lady-like. She ne'er let me get close to punchin' ye."

"He was too much of a piss baby to play rough", Hydra crossed her arms over her chest, eyeing him. "And Mom failled pretty bad, wouldn't you agree? Both because you did fight me a lot AND because I'm no lady-like miss."

"Well, I think bein' lady-like should mean dippin' yer cutlass in some navy's bastard blood or stealin' shit from those stupid merchants."

"You can't talk, darlin', you are the black sheep in the family. And you brought me down with ya." They both laughed at those stupid memories, for once feeling somewhat fond of their shared past. Hydra let out a deep breath. "I like when we talk."

Sirius was caught in surprise, forgetting how to speak for a moment before agreeing with a head shake. "I like it too."

He saw Michael looking in their direction, a small reminder of what he actually wanted to talk about with his sister.

"Hmm... hey, Ibis, are ye... are ye feeling well?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Cuz we noticed yer a bit off those days... weeks... months."

"Oh, wow, thanks for paying such attention and noticing it. After months. Real big brother stuff right there." Her tone was a bit more rough than she wanted and she quickly felt regret for lashing out on him. "I'm... sorry. It's just that I have a lot in my mind right now."

"Would you mind sharing with me?" Sirius was hopeful she would open up and, for his surprise, Hydra didn't immediately send him off.

"I-... well-... maybe not here." She kept her look on their friends, partying to whatever occasion was going on. "Would you... would you mind meetin' me in the crow's nest before dawn?"

Sirius smiled. He had won that battle, for now.

"See you then, Ibis."

"FUCKIN' SHIT, 'NYN, YE'RE CHEATIN'!" Rodion screamed as he got up, not really happy in trowing all his gathered money to Brownyn. She gave him a defiant smile.

"So sorry, mister. I guess I'm much stronger."

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Hydra never liked to stand guard, but that night she felt different about it. The breeze of equatorial summer was warm even without the sun bothering her; she could hear nothing more than the waves down below and bugs making song in the forest.

From time to time, she'd look up to the horizon, wondering about whatever her tired mind could come up with. What if a sea monster appeared? Worse off, what if a Man O' War did so? She wondered if they could take one of those in battle.

Blithe was old, her wood creaked and whined under every storm - still, she was a small ship ready to take on any modern war vessel that dares to cross her path. Besides, she sas much smaller and made exactly for a good hiding in places no war ship could even dream of fitting. Hydra smiled.

She was humming along to herself a sea shanty as Sirius made his way out of the Captain's Cabin. He stretched himself lazily and took a deep breath, looking at the sky above, full of bright stars.

He quickly went over to Blithe's rope ladder and began going up to meet his sister, who made herself useful and helped him over the nest. They both sat together for a while, in silence, 'till she decided to break it.

"You look like shit."

"Yeah... And I feel like so too..." he wasn't really happy about the time she chose for them to meet. Sirius took his head on his hands, letting out a painful groan. "Me skull feels like it's breakin'. Shouldn't drank that much..."

"Well, you're the only one to blame." Hydra gave him a nudge on the shoulder and smiled, listening to an owl hoot somewhere far away. "Do Jerry and Micah know you came here?"

"What did ye expect, Ibis?" He smiled. "I tell everything to them."

"What a good God of Secrets, huh? I mean if you woke them up."

"Hum, no. I'm a sneaky man, Ibis. Both ar' sleepin' so adorably I could stay there and watch all night long, fill 'em with kisses and... ye're just tryin' to misguide me, aren't ya?" He stared at her. "We're not here to talk about me hearties."

She felt defeat, noticing he caught her on her brilliant plan for not having to talk.

"So... we are here... and this feels awkward."

Sirius looked at her, looking far too tired to discuss the situation - but inclined to anyway. He sat straight, combing his hair with his fingers. "Ye can tell me what has gotten into yer mind, Ibis."

"It's just... do you ever feel like you don't belong...?" She stared into the ocean. "Like you don't deserve everything you have?"

"Well... I think life could've treated us better but... not that I don't belong here. I love e'rythin' 'bout Blithe."

"Well, I've been thinking about that a lot. I feel like it's wrong of us to just... run off, live on the sea and abandon the mortals."

"They abandoned us first!" Sirius claimed. "It's not really our fault the only place that truly took us in was this ship. Mortals abandon Gods like they change clothes."

They both fell silent for just a moment, letting the words still in the air. Then Sirius spoke again:

"It's unfair. I know. We shouldn't be so privileged as to have such a heavy title. Hydra, we are too young for that. Too young to be Gods." He took her hand, a faint smile on his lips. "And we went thru so much, Ibis, don't ye think we at least deserve what we've got here on Blithe?"

She felt tears comming up, incapable of any eye contact with him.

"Here our titles don't mean shit. We're just two pirates; I mean, those Navy lads don't seem to bother and check if ye're a God before shovin' yer neck into a noose." He laughed a bit, trying to make it sound as if all the scars of that life didn't bother him, then pulled her closer to an embrace. "Ye're such a strong lil' bird, Hydra, I fuckin' hate seein' ya down like this."

"I know. You told me that a lot when we were younger." She sniffled, letting the tears silently out. "Remember when mom screamed at me? You would always snap right back at her."

"I guess that's why she kicked me out... Gods' forbid a boy standin' up to his lil' sister, aye?" Sirius squeezed her tight, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Well, she actually kicked you out because you like men, stupid."

"Nah, she did it because she was a fucking monster and hated all of us, except good ol' Golden Boy, Reggie. Good thing she's on the ground now."

"Yeah. You're right." Hydra let her head fall on Sirius' chest. When she was small, she used to lay around in their house's yard and spend hours of the day just resting like that while he spoke about all he could to make her forget their parents. "I've been really down these last months. Thank you for noticing."

"It was hard not to." He laughed. "Everyone wanted to fuckin' jump at each other's neck given the chance. It was all you, by the fuckin' way, Ibis."

"Don't make me feel bad for lettin' everything out of control will ya, you stupid dog breath?" She gave him a little punch but Sirius, being who he was, let out a dramatic screech and bended over as if it was the worst punch he ever received. Not a single cut or gunshot seemed even close to his theatrical performance.

"Oh, may the Gods' help me, for I've been severely injured! Tell Micah 'n Jerry I loved them!" He said, making Hydra start laughing in the middle of crying - she was a mess. And he loved every single bit of it, as he cupped her face on his hands to clean the tears. "Please don't ever feel like ye're not worthy of yer title, Ibis. Ye're so fuckin' loved and adored by e'eryone."

"Thank you. I needed to hear that."

They both felt better; their conversation took long enough for the sun to start rising over the horizon. The golden colors of the early light washed up over then, almost blinding both.

Sirius almost fell asleep - but a good nudge from Hydra made him wake again, startled. And fucking tired.

"Look how pretty this is." She said, confortably leaning against him.

"Hmm... yeah. Pretty. It's Aeoila givin' us hi or somethin'..." His eyes could barely stay open; both because he wanted to just drop dead and the sun was too bright for his liking.

"Sirius?"

"What...?"

"Would you like to keep me company on the 28th?"

He felt Hydra tense under his embrace. She was asking something she never did before.

"Down below...? Under deck?"

"No. Above. I want you to be with me when I light that lantern."

"Oh." Sirius smiled, squeezing her tightly. "How could I say no, Ibis? I'll be right there by yer side, lil' bird. You don't know how proud of ye I am right now."

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#🥨🪶#oc #pretz oc #original story #MORE FUCKING SIBLING INTERACTION IDC #They are my babies

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hydrate-or-diedrate · 8 months

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Day 10 of reading homestuck

I forgot about the horse music oh gosh

Okay, the puns are banger tho

Nepeta and Equius' moirail relationship is so precious and sweet 🥺

AWWW NEPETA HAS A CRUUUUSH

Oh Jesus, Gamzee is even going around writing messages in people's blood the fuckin weirdo

There's not enough room for this madness on this tiny little meteor

Ohhhhh God what did she see through the grate

THE HONKS I CANT

OH FUCK GAMZEE HI

OH MY GOD HES REALLY LOST IT OH SHIT OH FUCK

I'm so glad I didn't play this last night I would NOT have slept well

Oh honk HONK honk sure like it's fine! Equius was top of his whatever before he took an arrow to the knee you motherfucker!

GAMZEE PLEASE TURN KILL MODE OFF OH GOD

NEPETA NO DONT DO IT

GAMZEE WHAT THE FUCK

NO BEEP!

IT IS NOT TIME TO BEEP! IT IS NOT TIME TO AWOO! IT IS NOT TIME TO HONK! IT IS TIME TO TURN OF KILL MODE AND STOP KILLING PEOPLE!!

Oh for fucks sake, John

Vriska [squint]

Hey Vriska! Murder does not solve friendship problems! Discussion or simply cutting of the relationship can, but not murder!

Again, I do not appreciate the troll caste system, but eh aliens. Also it's being portrayed very negatively so I hope it will be "solved" by the end

Everything's gone to shit

Sollux's eyes have gone black holy shit

Aradia why are you in cosplay

Hi ghost tavros

Tf you mean you're "not dead" Aradia you are the most dead person here

John perhaps violently drilling directly next to what you believe to be a bomb isn't a good idea

Awww John's dad and Rose's mom are on a date :)

JACK DONT YOU FUCKING DARE

YEAH VRISKA FUCK HIM UP

Uh oh

The Honkening

Okay so we know it's not Vriska going around biting people, at least. And of course it's not Karkat or Sollux because one was out cold and the other is too big of a softie, and then it's also not one of the many dEAD PEOPLE

SHOWDOWN BABY

[Kool-aid man voice] Oh no!

Kanaya?!

HELL YEAH KICK HIM IN HIS TROLL BALLS EQUIVALENT

YEAHHHH

KILL HIM, KANAYA YOU DESERVE IT

Andrew what the fuck is this supposed to mean

Oh they're hearts

#breadstuck

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hippielittlemetalhead · 10 months

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I should be working on my Punk!Steve thingy and I will but first I am running on enough caffeine to stop an elephant's heart and 3 hours of sleep and I had a ✨thought✨.

Son of Hades Steve but more Bianca di Angelo than Nico. He's charming and charismatic but even if people like him there's still that sense of Other and people fear what he's capable of (King Steve) and the stereotype that he's bad luck and not like other demigods and almost less human than them (relationship with Nancy and the bullshit scene). His parents know and his stepdad refuses to acknowledge him more than he needs to and his mom resents him for ruining her marriage even though she's the one who revenge cheated in retaliation for her husband sleeping with another secretary. So they send him to Camp Half Blood as soon as possible and he is there the majority of the year.

And

Son of Artemis Eddie. BECAUSE in many ancient civilizations the words/phrases we translate to virgin would be closer to unwed young woman rather than never slept with someone. Because Artemis has a lover, Orion but upon his death vows to never wed and declares herself a maiden/virgin goddess. So either like copying Athena in PJO or via the occasional ONS she has a handful of kids. We'll say for easiness sake she 99.9999% of the time has girls that she keeps as part of her hunters. The occasional .0001% that's a boy she sends to the father or the camp. Eddie was left on his father's doorstep in a soft grey woven bassinet and swaddled in silver cloth that seemed to glow with the light of the full moon. His dad isn't the best but once he was delivered Artemis didn't really check in with him and only finds out he'd been sent to his Uncle Wayne (who can see through the Mist) when one of her hunters who was working with CHB sees and recognizes him as a child of her Lady and reports back to Artemis. She claims him at the campfire the next full moon and he immediately starts calling only the Apollo kids cousins and they sort of adopt him as one of their own right back when he proves to be terrible at anything related to either his mother or uncle except taking care of kids (he is great at helping with little ones who are new to the camp or have to visit the infirmary) and/or animals, being the type to take little lost campers under his wing and a talent for music that would rival the most gifted of Apollo's cabin.

A la PJO style we meet our heroes around the ages 11-12, Steve had been in and out of the camp routinely since he was literally a toddler. He was found at daycare by a kind nymph who went by Claudia and her satyr toddler (Dustin 😏) and told the Harringtons about the camp. She did not expect them to basically send their 3 year old to boarding school most of the summer.

Dustin later found Eddie on his own since he was now technically 9 to Eddie's 12 but still physically pretty toddler looking it took some effort and Claudia had to intervene when she finally found her son and explain to the nice mortal man and his demigod nephew about Eddie being of Greek god descent and that with the rise of monsters trying to get at him already he should go to the camp for a bit to train. Dustin would stay at the camp with Eddie partially as punishment for running off and partially to help him acclimate and make sure Eddie was on time for when Claudia helped Wayne Iris message Eddie. Eddie is maybe 13 and been at camp for about a year when he gets claimed.

That's all I've got really besides Steve and Eddie try being friends cause they're both odd kids out w/who their parents are but it's a little out of nowhere after a year knowing of each other rather than knowing each other but also Steve has powers and charisma and that makes him worth hanging out with to majority of campers where Eddie can get kids to stop crying and is a Disney princess with how much animals like him. There's some animosity cause Steve is jealous Dustin is spending so much time with Eddie, especially when they and some of the other campers and younger satyrs discover DND and Eddie feels rejected cause they didn't click at all and his emotionally traumatized little ass made that Steve's fault. Till they're 16 and 17 and assigned a quest with Dustin as their satyr and third and they have to learn to get along and realize how much they have in common like the fear of what comes next when they age out of being campers and yeah Steddie happens and Dustin is smug.

Also Eddie learns completely by accident he can basically use music as a weapon DND bard style and he is way too happy about it and so pissed he didn't think of that sooner.

#yeah the ramblings of a madperson #a thing #this was longer than I meant it to be but oh well this is my fate #might do more later Idfk #steddie au #steddie brainrot #I'm going to pass out now #rambler writes

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original-character-championship · 1 year

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Bracket H Round 1

Poll 13

Dawn Hughes (@torkhin) vs. Felix (@patronsaintofdemons)

473. Dawn Hughes (@torkhin)

she/her

She’s a poofy mom-friend who’s acearo and could/would turn evil for the sake of her found family but is infallibly good-at-heart and simply wants to see the world thrive. She has sheep/bunny energy. She’s a school-taught mage, with her magic focusing around sleep and dream manipulation, giving her the ability to heal nightmares. She’s smart and compassionate and empathetic, but she also swears like a sailor and has a short temper that leads to her making rash, regrettable decisions. She’s made so many mistakes, but she’s doing her best to learn and grow from them. She’s a little Appalachian mountain cloud and she means the world to me

Dawn’s a short, young-adult human with poofy blonde hair, round blue eyes, and a very pudgy physique (she’s friend-shaped). Her skin tone is somewhat tanned. Her clothing choices usually involve some level of purple (her favorite color). She wears a gold brace (crafted by a dear friend) on her lower right leg, and she’s oftentimes seen walking with a cane made from vines (crafted by another friend).

474. Felix (@patronsaintofdemons)

he/him but he doesn't really care

He's my ultimate blorbo.

He's a magician who dropped out of mage university, wandered all around the world for several years and invented a new way to use magic. He befriended a king and his right-hand man and is in a relationship with them. They invented immortality almost on accident. He lies all the time to fuck with people. He saves the world with the power of friendship and the price of depleting almost all magic.

He's sort of kinda the god of Luck and Life and Fate. He's associated with the color green. He likes plants and doesn't like the taste of alcohol or coffee. He will fall asleep anywhere.

In another story (thousands of years later) when magic starts to come back he joins a newly created government organization which is supposed to research and monitor magic. The only thing he does there is make fun of the main characters and be ominous.

He once had an assassin set on him Except it turned out the assassin was his brother so he was fine. He then proceeds to play wingman for said brother to help him date an evil emperor (it works)

He's truly the center of this fictional universe. he's stupidly overpowered (except he isn't even the most powerful) He's even alloaro.

He was also a part of a roleplay w my friends which involved various blorbos and was mostly about hanging out and also trying to escape from a homophobic elf queen and a wish-fulfilling goddess. He went to collect glowing moss, slept through the start of the plot and got accused of being either a girl or a criminal. In an unforseen turn of events he also befriended a ghost and even though the rp has ended i would sell my soul for more of their dynamic <3

Tall thin guy w no muscles because he sits around doing nothing all day. He has short blond hair and green eyes and a sharp chin. He wears comfortable clothes in green, brown and grey. He has a scar in the shape of a magical sigil on the back of his left hand and he usually wears gloves to cover it.

"When I think of Felix I just imagine a sparkly four leaf clover" – my bestie

Art was drawn by my bestie @theearlymorningstar!!!

#oc championship #tournament poll #round 1 #bracket h #473 dawn hughes #474 felix

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darklydeliciousdesires · 1 year

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Edge of Seventeen - Chapter Nine.

Thank you for all your lovely feedback, besties! Try not to hate me too much for all the turmoil and angst you’re about to read! :(

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight

Tag list - In the comments

Words - 3,396

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

(Note - Bella’s lyrics are not mine, but taken from the Juliet Simms song End of the World)

Lying beside a sleeping Bella, holding her close as he stroked her nakedness, Angel felt wretched inside. Wretched because of what he’d done, knowingly having sex with an underage girl, and wretched because he had to leave her. He was angry at himself for listening to the pleading of his poor, lovelorn heart and not the common sense he should have, but he hadn’t been able to help himself.

She was the love of his life.

This did not make it right, though.

He allowed himself a few minutes, stroking her hair, drinking her in, kissing her forehead one final time before he slowly and carefully detangled himself from her, dressing quickly and quietly as she slept on. He looked at her one final time, his eyes flitting to the top of her dresser, seeing her current notebook placed atop it, a pen tucked into the spiral spine. He took it with him when he left, letting himself out and going to the kitchen, opening it up. There, on the last page she’d begun, with tear-stained ink, he read her emotions, poured out onto paper in song form, or at least, the beginnings of such...

We flew too close to the sun so close I thought it was heaven If hell is a life without love am I being punished for what I've done?

The skies on fire, All the stars disappear, no signs of life, without you here

Tears will fall Oceans will rise, The earth will stop turning

Since you left, every breath feels like it's burning I know that life will go on I will survive, but for tonight I'd swear on my life that this is the end of the world

He couldn’t stop the tears that fell as he read it, swallowing hard, steeling himself as he wiped his eyes. Her words were heartbreaking, even more so for the fact that her devastation exactly matched his. It tore him up, reading it. Turning to a fresh page, he pulled the pen out, thoughtful for a few moments.

He wrote his last words to her, right from the heart, leaving it there on the counter and exiting the house, dropping the lock on his way so he’d know the house was locked up and she would sleep safely, heading back to his bike and hitting the road.

It hurt even more to leave that time, knowing it was the very last.

Bella awoke two hours later, sitting up with a start when she realised the space beside her was empty. “Angel?” she called out, gasping a little sob when she saw his clothes gone. Getting out of bed, she pulled her dress and cardigan back on, padding through to the kitchen, tears slipping from her eyes. He’d left. It was really, really over. A tiny little part of her had thought that them having sex again might’ve been him returning, not able to part ways with her, but most of her had recognised the truth. It was them saying goodbye to it, to them, to what they shared, but couldn’t continue.

Walking into the kitchen, she poured away her now cold tea, turning the hob on below the copper kettle to make a fresh mug, looking to her left to see one of her notebooks open upon the island, her fingers reaching for it as she walked over.

Bella,

What we just did shouldn’t have happened, but that’s on me this time, not you. I have no idea how the hell I say goodbye to someone who I love as much as I do you, and if you want the truth, it’s tearing me apart. I’m still mad at you for what you did, but the sadness of losing you eclipses that. We’ll get over one another, though. We have to, because we weren’t meant to be.

I think on some level, I’ll always love you, for what it’s worth. You need to find someone closer to your own age, though, and for god’s sakes, don’t do to him what you did to me. Going through this is the hardest thing I’ve faced since my mom died. No one should have to love you as much as I do, only to have to lose you.

Wherever your life leads you, I hope you’ll be happy. I really do. I wish more than anything that things were different, but they aren’t. And they can’t be. Maybe one day I’ll be able to think of you and smile, but that day is a long, long way into the future. Until then, it’ll be hard, living without you, but that’s the way it has to be. I know one thing for sure, though. I’ll never forget you.

Angel x

Her fingers trawled over the page, her tears falling, Bella wailing in grief all over again as she rested her head down on the smooth wood of the island and cried her heart out. She knew there’d be plenty more tears to cry yet, that getting over him would take a long time, and not a single clue how she would begin. Her heart ached for him, the fact she could still smell him on her skin torture, wishing for nothing more than him to come back.

He wouldn’t, though. She knew that falter was singular. He wouldn’t let himself do so again. She knew that because despite what he often thought of himself, he was a good guy, and not one who would knowingly continue a relationship with her, knowing she was underage.

Why couldn’t she have been born two years earlier?

Why had she lied in the first place? Because since the first moment she saw him, she knew, she just knew. There was her person. Angel might have written them off for good, but Bella couldn’t quite reconcile that it was over forever. Some little part of her held hope that one day, in the future, after she’d turned eighteen, they would find a way back to one another.

“Or you’re doing that wishful thinking thing you always do again,” she sighed, pouring her tea. “He doesn’t trust you, you broke that for him. You need to get it through your head, that he isn’t coming back. Not now, not ever.”

Her tears stung her eyes, turning off the gas and picking up her tea and notebook, reading his final words to her again before turning the page back, continuing to detail her feelings to the song lyrics she’d penned the previous night, while rolling in the depths of despair. It was a place she expected to be stuck in for a long, long time yet.

By the end of the week, she could at least go for most of the day without crying, only indulging those moments when she woke up or went to bed, torturing herself by looking at pictures of Angel she’d taken over the course of their relationship, or them together, when they were so sublimely happy, when everything was wonderful. She was okay, as long as no one mentioned his name.

“B, I’ve been thinking about buying an old motorcycle now I’ve passed my test,” Ian began as they sat and looked over music on Friday night at band practice. “Would Angel mind coming with me, so I don’t get ripped off? He’ll probably know what’s best to begin with, too.”

Her heart turned over, her stomach, too. “Angel and I aren’t together any longer, and that’s the last time I ever want him mentioned to me.”

Ian was a little startled. “Woah. Okay, dude. Shit, sorry it didn’t work out.” She nodded, glad he wasn’t about to ask any further questions. Guys were simple like that. Girls, though, specifically the ones at the salon the morning after, were a different matter entirely.

“Hmmm, did you leave that sexy piece of Mexico of yours in bed this morning, little lady?” Ruby asked as she entered the salon, head weaving around as she scanned the street for Angel, who nearly always ran her to work on a Saturday morning.

“No,” she replied in a small voice, dropping her head. “We broke up.”

“What?” Ruby yelled. “Baby, what happened? Oh, honey child!” Rushing to her as she began to cry, she was pulled into a big hug, a nearby Gloria sweeping over quickly, too.

“I don’t get it, mami? You two were so happy!” she said softly, Ruby reluctantly having to leave the loving huddle when her client walked in, Gloria steering her to the back of the shop, into the privacy of the staff room. “Here, sit down, let me make you some coffee.”

“We were happy, we really were, but I ruined it by not being truthful,” she began, Gloria preparing the coffees before moving to sit in front of her, taking her hands in hers. “I lied to him about my age, told him I was older than I am.”

Gloria nodded, cocking her head with a little frown. “Well, how could that be bad? I mean, I don’t think you’ve ever told me how old you actually are, but I always thought about nineteen?”

Bella shook her head. “I told him I was eighteen, but I’m not. I’m sixteen.”

A gasp slipped from Gloria’s perfectly painted mouth. “Oh, Bella. Oh no, darling.”

“I know, I know it was my fault, to deceive him like that, the trouble I could have gotten him into,” she tremored, beginning to cry again. “And that’s what kills me the most, how much I hurt him.”

Gloria nodded, stroking her hands. “Well, at least you do acknowledge how wrong you were, because you were, for the exact reason you just stated, the trouble he could have gotten into. Jesus.” She paused, shaking her head. She’d only briefly met Angel when he was picking Bella up one evening, but he seemed like a really great guy, one who definitely didn’t deserve the fate he could have been handed at sleeping with an underage girl. No matter how much it had hurt Bella, she certainly thought even more of him for immediately calling time on it when he’d discovered her true age.

“I suppose you were too afraid of telling him, weren’t you? Knowing it’d mean you’d lose him. I know it hurts so much, my love, but think of it this way; if he’d have been prepared to stay with you, then he wouldn’t have been the kind of man you’d have wanted to be around, not at all. I get it, though, that no matter the cause, you’re heartbroken to lose him.”

Bella was pulled into a comforting cuddle, crying against Gloria’s immaculate mane of beautifully scented hair, her hand rubbing her back as she soothed her young friend, knowing that this would be a lesson she needed to learn about truthfulness, albeit a very painful one, losing the man who was likely her first real love.

“I am. I’m completely heartbroken,” Bella confirmed, composing herself, taking some tissues from the box on the table and drying her eyes, glad she was still in the ‘I’m too stricken to care about wearing makeup’ stage of her breakup, else half of it would have been running down her face at that precise moment. “I was terrified to lose him. He’s the love of my life, and I still don’t really know how to go on without him. I wanted it all with him, marriage, babies, everything. I know at sixteen that sounds ridiculous, but some people do find that when they’re young.”

Gloria nodded. “Your parents?”

“Yes. A little different, though, with them both being fifteen when they began dating. I wish I was born earlier, so my age wasn’t a problem. I still feel like we’re meant to be together, Gloria. I mean, not now, I know not now. But in the future.” Gloria smiled thinly as she dried her eyes, tucking her hair behind her ear affectionately.

“You can’t hang onto that though, mami. As much as I know you want to think that there’ll be a point in time where Angel will return to you, and all of this hurt will heal, you have to realise that he probably won’t, and healing yourself, by yourself, is the path you have to take.” For all of her sweet, motherliness, Gloria was very much a realist. It was likely the same advice she would tell her own two daughters when they began dating, and Bella appreciated her for it hugely. What she needed most, though, was the perspective of her own mother, who she was glad to see return the following afternoon.

Deb noticed how withdrawn her daughter was as they ate takeout sushi for dinner, all curled up on the sofa watching a Julia Roberts movie marathon, their favourite of Pretty Woman playing currently. Bella hadn’t wanted to pour it all out to her as soon as she’d arrived tired from her flight and with laundry to get done before she settled, and it weighed on her.

“Belly boo, what’s wrong? I mean, I know you say little with a gob full of sashimi, but even for you and the large tray of sushi before you, you’re quiet,” she noted, sipping her wine, chuckling at the scene on the television, of Vivienne in the large bathtub in Edward’s hotel suite, singing very out of tune to a Prince song.

Bella swallowed her mouthful of soy sauce laden California roll, clearing her throat. “Can we finish eating and I’ll tell you then?”

“Yeah, of course, sweetie.” It was noted that Bella only ate a couple more pieces, her appetite definitely dented by whatever it was she had to reveal.

“So,” Bella began, taking a deep breath, her face crumpling. “I’m going to try not to cry, but I probably won’t manage it.” Deb’s eyes widened with concern, her daughter revealing everything to her. Absolutely everything, from the lie she’d told Angel, to the ones she’d told her too about him being her age, Deb absolutely gobsmacked by it all. Her first reaction was to be angry with her for lying, but she realised why she had. She was a sixteen-year-old girl, who’d gotten herself into a real mess, trying to negotiate a very real relationship with an adult man, one who she actually thought well of, for the fact that he’d broken it off with her as soon as he’d found out she was only sixteen.

She’d have beaten him with her own shoes, should he have hung around after discovering such.

“Christ, Bella. Oh my bloody god. You got yourself into a real mess, didn’t you? Sweetheart.” Pulling her close, Deb cradled her head, stroking her hair, laying loving kisses to her forehead. “You know, whereas what you did is perfectly legal back at home, I think California have the right idea. Kids do a hell of a lot of maturing between sixteen and eighteen, and I don’t think you’re emotionally mature enough to have gotten into what you did with Angel. I really don’t, lovely. The fact you lied to both him and me goes to show that. And if I’m being completely honest, even if you were eighteen, I’d still say an age gap like that is too much. Twenty years, Bella, crikey! That’s just too big.”

“It’s moot now, now he’s gone,” she mumbled, the comforting smell of her mum’s Anais Anais perfume flooding her nose, moving down to rest her head in her lap, Deb still stroking her hair lovingly. “But I understand what you’re saying, and I think you might be right. We were so good together though, mum, and I’m going to miss him so much.”

“I know, darling. I know. First love and all that. What you need to realise, though, is that a big part of it just wasn’t real, because it was built on a lie.” It was a truth that smacked Bella in the heart quite hard, her thoughts going to Angel. “You’ll get over him though, eventually. Just give yourself lots of time, and you’ll see. Day by day, it’ll get a little easier. I promise.”

While she lay there and navigated her feelings with her mum, making healthy coping choices in dealing with her breakup, accepting her blame and knowing how she had to learn from it all, the same couldn’t be said for Angel.

He was so drunk, his vision blurred, lying on his back in bed, unable to remember the name of the girl bouncing on top of him, closing his eyes, only able to see one face in his mind. Her. His bed still carried the lingering scent of apple shampoo, his mind torturing him, flashing up images of her being in the same position as the girl riding him thoroughly, so thoroughly he should have been enjoying it, but nothing connected, nothing made sense, and nothing mattered. Not without her.

The girl was meant to be a distraction, from everything he felt inside, but there, inside of her, he knew there was no distracting and no escaping from it. He also hadn’t wanted to be alone, slowly suffocating as his loneliness buried him, so hence why he’d taken her home.

Jasmine. That was her name.

It didn’t matter.

The loud music of the Slipknot album she’d requested he put on quietened, the song Vermillion Part 2 filtering from the large speakers in his bedroom, the lyrics to the second verse hitting him in the chest, resounding, Angel closing his eyes, seeing his beloved Bella there in his mind’s eye, smiling at him.

She is everything to me The unrequited dream A song that no one sings The unattainable She's a myth that I have to believe in All I need to make it real is one more reason I don't know what to do I don't know what to do When she makes me sad

“Angel? Are you even enjoying this, or am I wasting my time?” Jasmine asked, grinding to a halt atop him.

He grasped her waist, pulling her off him. “No. You’re wasting your time.” Swinging his legs off the bed, he threw her clothes behind him before getting up, staggering. “Get out.”

“But I...”

“Leave, now! Call a damned Uber and get the fuck out of my house!” Anything else she might have followed with, he didn’t hear, absconding himself to the bathroom, turning the shower on and standing under the freezing cold jet, the immediate hit of icy water sobering. Not sobering enough, though.

The last woman he was inside of wasn’t his darling.

But then, she wasn’t a woman. She was a kid, and it was messing him up, that he was still so in love with her, and he knew it was wrong to be. If only he could forget her, just forget, pretend she wasn’t real, but no. She was burrowed so deeply in his heart, it was killing him, that he couldn’t reach in and cut her out of it.

No end of a relationship had ever hit him so hard before.

Turning the shower off, he felt marginally better, getting out and wrapping himself in a towel, hearing his front door slam shut, Jasmine leaving. That was better, being alone. He knew he couldn’t distract himself from it, couldn’t cheat the process of grieving for Bella, even if it was driving him mad. He closed his eyes and saw her again, saw her at the moment he should have walked away, heard her words, wiping steam from the mirror to stare at his reflection.

“I love you, Angel. I love you endlessly, without pause for thought or breath, with every word of every song I sing, every chord I strum, until the last beat of my heart.”

Balling his fist, he punched it, the glass shattering loudly, his rings taking most of the brunt, two of his knuckles lacerating, spilling blood, Angel closing his eyes tightly, tears prickling as he leaned back against the wall and slid to the floor, sitting there alone, in emotional agony, with no clue how the hell to heal himself. Without her, he couldn’t breathe.

He ended up stretched out on the tiles, his head spinning, his hand bleeding onto his chest, blood dripping across her name as his thumb stroked the tattoo right there above his broken heart.

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Where’s My Love?—Chapter Three

Pairings—Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary

Two years ago, you and your husband built a life for your growing family at a safe camp during a world wide apocalypse. Everything is good until Bucky catches wind that a rival group is out to dominate the rest for their own gain.

What happens when, one day, the most capable men and your husband are out on a hunt when the camp is attacked? Will you be able to get your children and your heavily pregnant self to safety? Will Bucky find you before it’s too late?

Warnings

MINORS DNI!! 18++. Language. Explicit Violence. Death. Gore. Mentions of trafficking. Reader is a badass, mama bear. Apocalypse. Zombies. Did I miss anything?

Notes

Have a bit more of Bucky and Reader’s past and their journey at the beginning of the outbreak. Forgive me for a few beloved marvel character deaths but I promise I’ll make up for it in the end.

Series Masterlist

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“Momma… Mom!”

Your eyes fluttered open to meet a familiar pair of wide, bright cerulean ones.

“Momma,” Jamie leaned forward to squish his nose against yours, his little hand brushing through your hair. “Is it true that there used to be planes in the sky?” He paused, eyebrows furrowing and bottom lip trapped between his teeth, “Like all the time?”

You blinked, willing the sleep from your brain as you struggled to process his words—to process this situation.

You couldn’t remember falling back asleep after Bucky left, and you definitely didn’t plan for it. You’d originally told yourself you’d just rest your eyes when you’d snuggled back into bed. The kids wouldn’t be up for an hour or two more and as far as you knew, you didn’t have anything in particular to do today, but you should’ve known your tired body would cave. You were thirty six weeks pregnant for god's sake, you could always do with a few more hours of sleep and clearly you must’ve needed them.

But that wasn’t what was really tripping you up.

Oh, no.

It was the way Jamie was combing his fingers through your hair, brushing it softly out of your face with so much tenderness and adoration. It was scarily similar to the way another man you knew did—a man whose literal mini clone was standing just before you now.

God, you and Bucky really needed to watch yourselves around the kids. More specifically your son, who adored his father so much, he copied literally anything and everything he ever witnessed him do.

Including caressing your hair to wake you up, you supposed.

“Momma?”

You couldn’t wipe the smile that split across your lips even if you tried. Your baby boy was just the sweetest little thing. You and Bucky had worked so hard to keep some sense of normalcy when the world changed, to raise your babies right despite all the death and darkness lingering just outside the fence.

And all your efforts hadn’t gone to waste. Jamie was everything you wanted him to be, and more. He was selfless, sensitive, attentive, and although a little strong willed at times (something he most definitely inherited from his father), he understood there were rules and he listened fairly well to them.

Maybe you were a little biased, but he was absolutely perfect in your eyes.

“Yes, my love.” You chuckled, lifting a hand to cradle his cheek as you leaned forward to press a silly kiss to his nose and then a soft one to his forehead. “Planes used to fly around all the time. You even rode one when you were a really, really little baby.”

“Really?” Jamie gasped, eyes wide and jaw slack, “Where did we go? Was it the most awesome time ever?”

You laughed, sliding your legs out from under the covers and over the side of the bed before hauling yourself up to sit, “We went to visit your Uncle Sam, his sister Sarah, and her two sons, AJ and Cass.” You spread your legs, tugging him to stand in between them as you snatched a comb off the side table and began working it through his hair. “You were only 8 weeks old at the time and slept on daddy’s chest for the whole ride but yes, it was the most awesome time ever.” You laid a quick kiss on the top of his head before continuing to work out the knots at the end of his long, chestnut locks, “Planes are so cool. Did you know daddy knows how to drive a jet, called a quinjet?”

“Daddy does?” His head whipped back to look at you, eyes even wider than before and an expression of pure shock on his cute little face. “Was he a pilot?”

“Not exactly.” You chuckled, gently forcing his head forward, “Can I braid your hair today so it’s up and out of your face?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, rocking back and forth on his toes until you set your hands on his shoulders and steadied him, “Two, please.”

“Daddy used to fight bad guys.” You offered, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth. “So sometimes, he and his friends had to take the quinjet on a…mission. They went really fast so they used them to get where they needed to be quicker.”

“Like a superhero?”

“Yeah.” You smiled proudly, “Your daddy was—is a superhero.”

“That’s so awesome.” He exclaimed with a delightful little giggle, “Is uncle Sam a superhero too? Daddy doesn’t like to talk about him as much as Uncle Steve but he said he was his friend.”

You inhaled sharply, your heart clenching painfully in your chest. You weren’t sure what happened to Sam or the rest of the Wilson family. You and Bucky had left New York with every intention of ending up in Delacroix to weather the outbreak out together. It wasn’t but a few days into the journey that you’d lost contact with Sam when all service went out and your phones were no longer of use.

“It’s not working.” You croaked out, clicking furiously at your phone screen, attempting to get the GPS back up and running. “I don’t understand, it was just fine a few seconds ago.”

“What do you mean it’s not working?” Bucky asked, a rising edge of panic evident in his voice.

“Nothing is sending either.” Your heart dropped, stomach rolling at the sight of the ‘VPN’ in the top right corner of your screen and the red ‘X’ beside your unsent text message. You lifted your gaze to meet his own, your eyes wide and expression crestfallen “My service went out.”

He reached over to snatch the phone from between your fingers, clicking on Sam’s contact before pressing the ‘call’ button. You watched with a baited breath as he brought it up to his ear, not even a second later you heard a long beep and the call cut.

“Try mine.”

You exhaled a shaky breath, trembling fingers swiping his phone from where it rested on the center counsel. You could feel your own panic rising deep from within with every unbearably silent second that passed. You knew he was trying to remain calm and keep his cool for you, but you didn’t miss the clench in his jaw, the faraway, anxious glint in his cerulean eyes, or the way he was white knuckling the steering wheel.

You stole one last hesitant glance at him before you unlocked his phone. You ignored the flashing ‘Searching for Service…’ in the corner and opened his call log, pressing Sam’s contact. You didn’t even get the chance to put it on speaker before a long tone sounded and the call cut.

“Fuck.” Your husband breathed out, “Fuck.” Before you could even blink, he swerved the car off to the side of the barren road and came to a sudden stop. As soon as the car was thrown in park his elbow snapped back and his flesh hand met the steering wheel with an echoing smack. “Fucking Fuck.”

You startled at the sudden boom in his voice, eyes flickering back to your two year old son strapped in his car seat, sleeping soundly with Boscoe’s head resting across his lap as Bucky pounded at the steering wheel, loud, frustrated curses spilling feebly from his bitten lips.

“It’s okay.” Your voice was barely above a whisper as you reached out to brush a tender hand down his back and across his tensed shoulders. “It’s okay. We’ve made this drive enough times, we’ll find our way. We don’t have much to go anyways, we’re an hour out from the Louisiana border and Sam knows we’re coming.”

He seemed to relax under your touch, head thumping limply on the top of the steering wheel as he curled forward in defeat, his heavy panicked pants sounding throughout the silent car.

“I’m sorry.” He choked out, lifting his head to scrub a hand down his flushed face. “I’m sorry if I scared you.” He shook his head, reaching over to cup the back of your neck and guide you closer. “I just…”

You shushed him softly, sliding over to wrap an arm over his shoulders before pressing your forehead to his. You grabbed his vibranium hand, holding his palm to your swollen belly. Hoping the feeling of his daughter's flutters and steady heartbeat would sooth his growing panic and racing heart.

“You don’t need to explain yourself.” You whispered, nuzzling your nose against his, “I understand. It’s okay to be worried or scared. You’re only human and you’ve done such an amazing job at getting us out of the city and to safety. We wouldn’t be here without you.”

He breathed out a slow, shaky sigh, eyelashes fluttering against his cheek as his heaving chest slowed and his breathing evened out.

“You’ve been so strong for us. It’s okay to fall apart sometimes.” You mumbled, voice soft and light as you brushed your lips across his cheek and down to his lips, fingers combing through the short locks at the nape of his neck. “I would never hold that against you. Never fault you for it.”

“I love you.” He croaked out, flesh fingers skimming softly down your back as his vibranium fingers traced over the curve of your belly. “I couldn’t have done this without you. I can’t lose you. I’ll fall apart.”

“You won’t.” You interjected, tone louder than you intended it to be, “I love you so much, Buck. You won’t lose me. I just know it.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a soft but desperate kiss and you reciprocated it with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

You knew he needed it—to feel you, taste you, hold you, by the way he let himself get lost in it. His hands trailing over every curve, touching anywhere and everywhere he could reach, his pillowly, plump lips not once parting for yours.

You eventually pulled back, gasping for air. Your entire body was buzzing, the need for him blazing like a forest fire through your hormone loaded body. He never failed to get you going, especially in your current state, but now wasn’t the time and it took every ounce of discipline inside of you to drag yourself from his embrace and settle back in your seat.

“Let’s go find Sam, baby.”

The rest of the drive seemed to drag on and when you were awake, you tried to keep Bucky distracted with a few CD’s you’d found for him from the forties' or some old audiobooks you had stored in the glove compartment.

Finally, a day and a half later, Bucky was pulling down the familiar dirt driveway that led to the Wilson’s home.

“Stay in the car.” He ordered, eyes trained on the eerily silent house as he slipped off his seatbelt. “And lock the doors behind me.”

Your head snapped in his direction, eyes wide and jaw slack, “What?” You unfastened your own seatbelt, shaking your head. “Why-”

He leveled you with a stern glare as he reached down to pull out one of the many gun’s stashed beneath his seat, “I mean it, Y/N. Do not get out of this car, unless I tell you too. No matter what.”

Your mouth snapped shut at the finality in his tone and you swallowed down any and all protest as he leaned over the center counsel to press a quick kiss to your lips before shoving open the door.

You felt your heart clawing its way up your throat as you watched him click the locks in place before slamming the door shut behind him. He offered you one last forced smile, more for your assurance you were sure, and positioned his gun out in front of him before trekking slowly up the front steps.

He didn’t spare you a glance as he pushed open the front door and slipped inside, disappearing from your sight.

You shifted in your seat, turning to steal a quick glance at Jamie in the mirror hooked to the back of the seat, chatting contently with himself as he fiddled with a plush, toy fire truck. Beside him, Boscoe was on high alert, attention trained intently on the door Bucky vanished through.

The only warning you got was a string of Boscoe’s low growls before something slammed into the passenger’s side door. A scream bubbled up from your throat before you even had time to stop it, head snapping over to find it wasn’t something but someone, throwing itself into your door.

You couldn’t even process, eyes wide and an endless stream of screams spilling from your lips as you scrambled back into Bucky’s seat, putting as much distance between you and the bloodied being clawing and pounding at the window. You were only acutely aware of Boscoe’s barking and Jamie’s screeching cries, attention focused solely on the mindless creature attempting to reach you.

“Oh, god.” You croaked out, hand slapping over your mouth as you took it in, watching helplessly as it banged its face into the glass window over and over, unphased by the pain or the darkened blood pouring from its forehead.

But it wasn’t just anyone. This one was familiar.

Your stomach twisted, heart thumping rapidly in your chest as you took in the thick, black hair falling from a braid and a familiar gold hoop hanging from one ear.

Sarah.

A pained sob spilled from your lips, tears falling rapidly down your cheeks as the reality of what you were witnessing hit you like a freight train.

This wasn’t Sarah.

Your friend… Bucky’s friend was gone. This thing—this disease, had taken her from you and now she was nothing but a mindless creature out for your blood.

Your mind flashed to the many summers spent in Delacroix—grilling out after a long day on the boat with Sam and the boy’s, big glasses of wine and girl talks with Sarah once they boys were put to bed, and all the many good memories you made.

You remember how welcoming and sweet Sarah was when Bucky brought you down here for the first time. You’d only been dating for a few months but she’d made you feel like this is where you had always belonged with her bright smile and warm chocolate eyes.

And now…

Now, looking at her with blood dribbling down and over her gray, dull skin, bloodied teeth barred, and her dark eyes now wild and lifeless as she threw her entire body against the car, tore you apart.

She didn’t deserve this.

Even if she was long gone, her body deserved to rest peacefully too.

Before your mind could catch up, you leaned down, fingers wrapping around the pistol nesselted beneath the seat.

“I’m sorry.” You choked out, crawling across the center counsel to kneel in your seat, “I’m so sorry.” You wiped at your eyes, struggling to stop the tears blurring your vision as you clicked the safety off, double checked the bullets were in place before raising it to the top of the window. It was moments like these when you were thankful your husband had taken the time to teach you how to properly work a gun.

“It’s okay. It’s going to be okay.” You whispered, more to yourself than anyone else, as if you were trying to convince yourself that you were doing the right thing. “You’ve suffered enough. You deserve better.” Your trembling fingers pressed down on the button on the door, cracking the window. A choked sob bubbled up your throat and Boscoe’s growl heightened at the sound of the inhuman growls and snarls spilling from Sarah’s bloodied lips. “Forgive me.”

You couldn’t look. You wouldn’t be able to handle it. With one last deep breath, you clenched your eyes shut and your finger found the trigger.

Before you even got the chance, a grunt sounded, followed quickly by a heavy thump. Your eyes flew open to find Bucky towering over Sarah’s prone form.

You watched helplessly, sobbing loudly from the safety of the car as Bucky raised his gun with a mumbled, solemn apology and pulled the trigger before she even had the opportunity to get back up. The bullet landed straight between her eyes and she fell limp, lifeless on the ground at his feet.

“Bucky.”

He didn’t respond, instead he fell to his knees before her body and you swore your heart split in half. You were quick to act, unlocking the door and hopping out of the SUV before racing to his side.

As soon as your arms wrapped around his shoulders, he fell apart. He turned to press his face to your swollen belly, arms wrapping around your thighs, and his body trembling with every broken sob that racked through him.

You’d seen him cry a number of times—the day Jamie was born, when he was told he was going to have a daughter, or when Steve had passed in his sleep last year, but never had it been like this.

This was the cry of a completely broken, devastated man.

You wished so badly you could erase that day—forget the pain that still lingered as if it were just yesterday.

A part of you was thankful Jamie wasn’t old enough to understand but a bigger part of you was beyond devastated that your children would never know their Uncle Sam, Aunt Sarah, or AJ and Cass.

Bucky didn’t tell you much about what went down in the house that day but from what you’d gathered it was a gruesome, bloody mess.

Just last year, he’d finally admitted that he never actually found Sam, nor Cass. He’d had to put AJ and a few other unrecognizable walkers that were roaming the halls down, but not anyone that even remotely resembled his best friend and his oldest nephew.

And although you’d never admitted it, out of planting false hope in Bucky’s mind after it had taken so long for him to accept that they were gone, you couldn’t help but feel like Sam and Cass were still out there somewhere, searching for you and his best friend.

You exhaled a soft breath, tying off Jamie’s second braid with a small plastic band, “Yes, lovey. Uncle Sam was a superhero too and one of your daddy’s very best friends.” You let him turn around between your thighs, wrapping his little arms around your middle before he pressed a gentle kiss to your protruding belly. “He was Captain America.”

Jamie’s brows furrowed, “I thought Uncle Steve was Captain America?”

“They both were.” You explained, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips as you tucked a fly away behind his ear, “Uncle Sam took over when Uncle Steve retired.”

He hummed, lips pursed quizzically as he gazed up at you with narrowed blue eyes, “I guess that makes sense. Did he carry a cool shield too? Like in the pictures daddy showed me?”

“The exact same one.” You chuckled, cradling his face before pressing a tender kiss to his forehead. “Except Uncle Sam had wings with his suit. He liked to fly.”

Jamie gasped, a familiar cheeky grin splitting across his lips, “That’s so cool. Did-”

He was cut off by his baby sister barreling through the curtain on chubby, wobbly legs.

“Momma.” Becca screeched, a big smile plastered across her face as she squeezed in next to Jamie between your thighs and made grabby hands up at you.

“Good morning, baby girl.” You cooed, reaching down to hoist her up on your hip, pressing a sloppy kiss to her chubby cheek as you rose to your feet.

“Hungry.” She declared with the cutest little pout on her lips as she patted her little belly.

“Yeah?” You chuckled, brushing her hair from her face, “Should we go get some breakfast?”

“I’m hungry too.” Jamie piped up as he slid up next to you, pressing himself into your side, arms wrapped around your thigh. “Do you think they’ll have pancakes?”

“Why don’t we get dressed and go check it out, hmm?”

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All throughout breakfast, you couldn’t help but feel like something was off.

You didn’t know why but as soon as you plopped down at the table, flanked by Jamie and Becca on either side, and Ruth cradling her six week old daughter, Rosie, slid in across from you, your appetite vanished. At first you blamed the churning in your stomach on the baby, it wasn’t uncommon to feel the lasting effects of morning sickness throughout the entirety of a pregnancy but you hadn’t dealt with that since, what you assumed, was your twelfth week in. Then you decided it was just the usual unease of being separated from Bucky, especially with the rapid approach of your due date and your departure tomorrow evening.

Jamie and Becca did well to distract you from it with their playful antics and silly stories and you managed to scarf down a plain pancake and finish a glass of OJ.

“Any plans for today?” Ruth spoke up, drawing you attention from your two energetic children. She shot you a soft smile when you met her gaze and you watched as she carefully positioned the baby over her shoulder, hand lifting to gently pat the sleepy Rosie’s back.

You offered her a small smile with a little shrug of your shoulders, “Nothing in particular. I should probably do some laundry though.”

Ruth chuckled, tucking a strand of her flaming red hair behind her ear, “Me and you both. It’s been the last thing on my mind the past couple of weeks.”

“That’s understandable.” You giggled, fingers absimindetly nestling themselves in Becca’s dark curls, twirling the thick stands comfortingly between your digits as she scooped a big spoonful of applesauce into her mouth. “It’s just part of having a newborn. Daily tasks get pushed aside and long forgotten. If you want I can do a few loads for you, I’m sure the kids won’t mind a little extra time down by the river.”

“Oh.” A bashful smile split across her lips, bright blue eyes widening in surprise, “I mean, if you’re of-”

Her voice was cut off by a scream, followed quickly by a round of gunshots.

That definitely wasn’t target practice.

And it was far too close to be anywhere outside the fence.

You jumped up, snatching Becca from her seat and hooked your hand through Jamie’s tugging him quickly towards the back entrance of the mess tent as the people around you scrambled beneath tables and made a break for the front entrance.

You shoved yourself through the frenzy of bodies, ignoring the cries, screams, and shots ringing out behind you, Ruth hot on your heels. The only thing on your mind was getting your children to safety and all you could hear was the rapid beating of your own heartbeat echoing loudly throughout your ears.

“What’s going on?” Ruth croaked out, stumbling after you through the flap of the tent.

Your hand snapped out to yank her around the corner of another tent just as a man dressed in all black and wearing a ski mask over his head walked by, his gun poised as he checked between each and every tent.

“Hellif.” You hissed, pressing a hand over Becca’s mouth to silence her sobs as Jamie buried his face in your side, clutching onto your overalls for dear life. “We have to get to my tent. It’s at the edge of the camp. We’re gonna get our bag and from there we can slip out through the fence.”

“What?” Ruth choked out, voice trembling as tears gathered in her eyes, “Why can’t we just leave right now?”

You peeked out from behind the tent and when you found it was all clear, you rushed forward, swerving through and around tents. “We have supplies. We won’t last out there without something to defend ourselves and we need something to cut the fence with. Bucky keeps tin snips in our tent.”

“What about Bucky and Ted?” She cried quietly, “They’ll be back tonight. Shouldn’t we wait for them?”

You stole a glance back to make sure no one had followed you before dragging her to a stop and forcing her to face you, “Listen, you need to get it together, okay? This isn’t about them right now. If we don’t get out of here, there will be nothing for them to return to. Hellif won’t think twice about taking us and if we don’t comply, they’ll kill us.”

Ruth nodded, bottom lip trembling and tears running down her cheeks.

“They will find us. Bucky and I always had a plan for if something like this happened.” You paused, bottom lip trapped between your teeth. You didn’t have time to deal with this right now, no matter how bad you felt or how desperately you wanted to console her. “It’s your choice to come with me or not. But I promise you that you and your baby will not survive if you don’t.”

“I don’t wanna die.” She whimpered, cradling her crying daughter closer to her chest. “We’ll go with you.”

“Good.” You nodded, grimacing when your voice came out harsher than you intended to be, “Then put your fear aside and help me save our kids.”

You popped your head out, scanning the path and when you found it barren, you gave her a short nod before sprinting across the grass. She followed, maintaining quiet steps as the two of you weaved through a couple more tents to reach yours.

“In here.” You pulled the flap aside and ushered her inside. With one last glance around to make sure the coast was clear, you stepped in behind her.

“Okay.” You set Becca back on her feet, grabbing the four lightweight jackets and the two baby wraps off the makeshift table across the room. “You can use the pink wrap, it’s a little smaller. I’ll help you put it on in a second.” You easily tied the wrap over your body before helping Becca into her yellow jacket and then into the sling across your back. “Jamie put your jacket on, baby.”

“I’m scared, momma.” He whimpered, tears rolling down on his cheeks as he took the jacket from your hands and slipped it on as you asked. “I want daddy.”

“I know, baby.” You mumbled, running a hand down his cheek as you squatted down to zip his light green jacket up for him. “But it’ll be okay. Just stay close to mom.”

“I don’t need that. I’ll just carry her.” Ruth declared quietly, handing you back the sling as you rose to your feet.

“That’s fine.” You slung it over your neck before handing her your light pink jacket. “But at least wear this. I’ll wear Bucky’s.”

She accepted it, carefully slipping the jacket on as you pulled Bucky’s blue one over your back, zipping both you and Becca up in it.

“Okay. Bag.” You snatched the worn black backpack out of the wagon, hooking it over your shoulders. “And guns.” You rushed to the tote at the end of your bed, pulling a few knives and three guns out before sticking them in various pockets.

The gunfire and screams were getting closer now.

“We need to leave, Y/N.”

“I know.” You huffed, digging through the tote to find the tin snips. “I got it.” You cried out, snatching the tool from beneath a couple of shot guns before hurrying back to the entrance of the tent, “Here. Take this.” You handed Ruth a pistol, “The safety is off so it’s ready whenever you need it.”

She swallowed thickly, the color draining from her face as she wrapped her trembling fingers around the butt of the gun.

You placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “It’s gonna be okay. Just remember it’s their lives or ours.”

She managed a quick nod in response, tightening her grip on the gun, finger hovering over the trigger, at the ready.

You grabbed Jamie’s hand, pulling him into your side, “Stay close, J.” Your eyes flickered over to Ruth, “You ready?”

She cleared her throat with a little nod, “Y–Yeah.”

You pulled the flap back, poking your head out to find your path was clear. You didn’t hesitate, breaking into a run in the direction of the fence. It wasn’t a far distance but you could feel your heart racing and your chest heaved as you struggled to catch your breath with the added weight of Becca on your back.

“Watch my back.” You called back, dropping Jamie’s hand as you came to halt before the back corner of the fence and positioned the tin snips between your trembling hands. One by one you cut the links of the fence as quickly as you could. You wouldn’t need much room to squeeze through and no more than ten snips seemed to do the trick.

“Go on.” You pulled part of it back, urging Jamie through it. Once he was safely on the other side you dipped through after him before turning to push it open for Ruth. “Here hand Rosie here.” You crooked an elbow towards her and she placed the wailing baby in your arms. “Alright, now-”

A shot rang out before you had time to act and you watched helplessly as a bullet lodged itself in Ruth’s head, her blood splattering unceremoniously across your face and chest before she crumpled to the ground in a heap.

You froze, heart nearly beating right out of your chest as you locked with the man in the mask. You swore you would never forget the upturn of his lips as he stalked slowly towards you, cocking his gun with such arrogance it made you sick.

You didn’t give him the chance. You wouldn’t ever.

Your adrenaline kicked in, pumping furiously through your veins and you spun on your heels, snatching a sobbing Jamie up under your free arm and took off through the woods.

Praying to whatever God above, he didn’t come after you as numerous shots rang out behind you.

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Hi all! School is starting back up for me tomorrow, so i just wanted to get one more story out before my first day of senior year! i feel old!

anyway, more dads troubles au, now with more characters!! this takes place before the events of Finding Family btw, but i hope you like it!!

tw: dehumanization

It pained Schlatt to go to a pet store of all things to buy things for his son. His son wasn’t a pet, but it’s not like he could convince anyone else of that fact. However, as much as his son liked having a few things his size, like containers and blankets, he weirdly preferred to use human sized things. Schlatt just guessed that that was probably a product of his odd upraising, but he wouldn’t complain. He would rather buy tiny things for his son at Homegoods or Claire’s or Hobby Express or something. However, this time, he wasn’t here for his son.

A few days ago, Tubbo had managed to drag a phone through the doorway (doorway was a loose term, it was more a hole in the wall) of Tommy and Ranboo’s home and take a few pictures of what it looked like, and oh god. It had pained Schlatt and the other humans to see teenagers living in practically trash. The two slept on mats for fucks sake, no blankets or anything. And no matter how much they insisted they didn’t need help, Schlatt felt some form of responsibility to make sure they were well taken care of. Whether that’s because they were his son’s best friends or because they spent practically all of their time at his apartment at this point he didn’t know, but he unfortunately could only find borrower “essentials” at the pet store.

He had checked everywhere else for little things for the boys home (once again, the term home was used loosely), like little lanterns and decorative things, since the only light they had came from cracks in their walls and the only “decorations” they had were scraps that they took from Sapnap and Karl before they were discovered, but the two also needed beds. Schlatt knew from experience that the only normal beds for borrowers were found at pet stores, since none of the dollhouse beds he or Quackity ordered for Tubbo when they first adopted him were apparently comfortable and were mostly for show, which is how Tubbo ended up sleeping on a beanbag, and why he now refused to try sleeping on anything else. At least the beds the pet store sold could be slept on. And, if they weren’t good enough quality wise, he could always add more blankets or bedding, and at least they’d be the right size.

He walked down the aisle of borrower items and picked up the beds, ashamed that he wasn’t the only one in the aisle. A woman was there with a child that couldn’t be much older than 5, who was picking up random items in the aisle as the mom just watched with a satisfied smile. Schlatt scoffed to himself as he walked out of the aisle, knocking over a stack of food bowls only because the sight of such a dehumanizing thing for borrowers was pissing him off. “Oh, excuse me sir!” Schlatt heard as he was tapped on the shoulder, turning to face the mother of the little kid who was now placing what looked like a hampster running wheel in his shopping basket. “My kiddo here just graduated first grade, and we were just looking for a little gift! Would you happen to know where they keep the tinies at?”

Schlatt just stared. Oh no. This kid was actually around 5, and this woman was preparing to give him a person. Letting a toddler have full control over someone else’s life. He looked back behind her and saw the kid run in from another isle holding rabbit pellets and put them in the basket. Oh, no fucking way he was gonna let this happen. “Uh..well, I’ve heard bor- tinies can be a lot of work, have you thought about maybe a fish or something?” But the woman just laughed. “Oh the whole class got fish when they graduated, ours just didn’t make it long. Y’know how fish can be.” She laughed again as Schlatt felt his stomach drop. No, he didn’t, but from what he could tell, this kid was getting a replacement pet for the fish he killed from probably either starvation or negligence. The woman, fully unaware of Schlatt’s inner conflict, continued. “I’ve heard that tinies have better lifespans, and are great with socializing! My baby here can be a bit rough with the other kids on the playground, and I think a tiny would really help!”

“Well, I’m so sorry, I don’t think this store has tinies.” Schlatt said. He didn’t care what he was getting himself into, he refused to let some poor borrower be tortured by this toddler. He’d buy every borrower in this goddamn store if it kept this little shit from getting one. The woman went to speak up again before Schlatt turned away, muttering some lame excuse about trying a puppy or something before speedwalking off. Fuck. Where did they keep the borrowers here? He shoved the beds into his pocket, and he looked through almost every isle before finally reaching the back of the store where he found a giant sign reading “tinies” and another big sign that read “Sale: All Tinies 75% Off!!” Schlatt sighed in relief when he realized the cages were empty, ignoring the implications of that and just hoping that the store just hadn’t found many (or hopefully any) recently. At least, all but one of the cages were. He almost turned to leave before a flash of moving green caught his eye. In the top corner cage, covered by what looked like bedding for a guinea pig or something, one last borrower was hiding, looking starved and tired. He looked older than any borrower Schlatt had ever met, and the flash of green he’d seen came from the almost robe looking thing the borrower was wearing, but what surprised him was his blonde hair and striking blue eyes, giving him an odd feeling of familiarity that he couldn’t quite place. Schlatt looked around and didn’t find any employees to ask about a purchase but, to his horror, the woman and her child where moving closer. In a panic he looked around and noticed the borrowers cage didn’t have a lock. The store probably assumed it wouldn’t attempt an escape from it’s height. And wouldn’t luck have it, there was a ladder nearby.

He quickly dragged the ladder closer, wincing at the screeching it made across the floor. Thankfully, only the borrower seemed to notice. The blonde stood up from where it had been hiding, backing up against the cage until he seemed to notice Schlatt’s lack of store uniform. As Schlatt climbed the ladder, he saw the borrower take a few weary steps forward towards the front of the cage. As Schlatt made it to the top, he lifted the top off the cage and the borrower immediately dropped to the ground, curled in on himself on his knees with his hands over his head. Schlatt just laid his hand flat next to him. “Look, buddy, I’m not gonna grab you, I’m not that kinda guy. But if you don’t get on you’re gonna get bought by a manic toddler and, let me tell you, I saw what they were gonna buy for you, and it’s fucking disgusting. I can help you if you let me get you the fuck outta here.” The borrower looked up, a look of shock on his face, before it quickly changed to a grim determination as he climbed onto Schlatt’s hand. He carefully lifted the borrower up from the tank and held him to his chest as he practically jumped off the ladder. He quickly made his way out of the store, at this point just throwing caution to the wind and shoplifting the beds, too. Why the fuck should he give money to this place, anyway?

He finally made it to his car, placing the borrower into the cup holder that Tubbp had already decked out into another seat of the car. Unsure of what to do now, the two sat in silence for a minute, before the borrower finally spoke up, after analyzing the car. “So, um…do you..have..another borrower? You seem to have a lot of stuff in the car for people like me.” Schlatt just laughed. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, man. I’m part of the minority that see borrowers as people, my son’s one of you. I don’t normally go to stores like that, but it’s not like big retailers sell things for kids like mine. I’m sorry we had to meet like that, I’m Schlatt. You?” And immediately, it seemed like all tension drained out of the car, as the borrower started to laugh and Schlatt saw his shoulders visibly drop. “You have no idea how long it’s been since I was called a borrower, I’m so fucking tired of the word ‘tiny.’” He sighed. “I’m Philza, but you can call me Phil. I get it, mate, my family’s not too normal either.”

That last bit caught Schlatt’s attention. “What do you mean?“ “My sons and my wife. I have two biological, well, now one biological, and one adopted, and I hope to god they aren’t too worried about me. My wife has been taking good care of them, I’m sure, but I worry. It’s been a while since I got taken. But my wife and my adopted son are both human.” Schlatt nodded and tried to keep from prying, but his curiosity got the better of him. “What happened to your son? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” Schlatt said, still caught up on the fact that this poor man had lost one of his kids. He was sure if he ever lost Tubbo he’d barely be able to function. But this guy had a family to get back to, he supposed. He probably had to be strong for them. “Not at all, mate, it’s been a while. I can tell you’re a good guy.” Phil responded, smiling, though his eyes held a deep sorrow that couldn’t fade with age, proving to Schlatt that he was right about the man only really pretending to be ok. “My boy was young when the older of the two did something really stupid at my old colony. I stood up for him, and it got the both of us kicked out, and they kept me from my son. Something about how the colony wasn’t doing great and the more laborers they had, the better. Makes me sick. But lord knows he wouldn’t have listened. He was stubborn, would’ve gotten on great with my wife, plus he had my genes. Wouldn’t have made a good worker anyway.”

Schlatt felt uneasy as he took notice of the borrowers traits again, though in more than he had in the store. Slightly pointed ears, thin tail, slitted eyes and clawed fingers. From what Tubbo had told him about borrower genes or job types or whatever, that meant that this guy was built to be a hunter, with the exception of his ears.

“So..uh…where do you live, then?” Schlatt asked, trying to change the topic to distract himself and Phil especially from the uncomfortable topic. “Down at an apartment complex a few minutes away…” he responded as Schlatt finally began to leave the pet store parking lot. He listened to Phil’s admittedly not great directions (basically Phil describing what he’d seen out the window of a car when his wife had drove him there to move in) for a few minutes before eventually making it back to his own home. “Oh, you live at my apartment! That’s great, man, what are the odds!” Schlatt said, getting out of the car and grabbing the beds he had ‘bought’ earlier before placing a hand out for Phil. Phil barely hesitated before climbing on, making Schlatt smile. “Small world, i guess,” Phil said as they began to walk into the building. “I live on the first floor, so you can drop me off at a nearby vent and i’ll know how to get home.” Schlatt nodded as he slipped Phil into the jacket pocket not containing the small beds and walked in. He nonchalantly made his way to a vent on the ground before kneeling to the ground next to it gently taking Phil out again, doing his best to shield the borrower from view with his body. “This good?” he whispered, still treating his best to keep people from looking his way. “Perfect.” Phil said with a more genuine smile than Schlatt had seen out of him in the admittedly short time he’d known him.

“Great! By the way, im in room 518, if you ever need anything. I know it may be a hassle to get there, but i mean it, man. You ever need supplies or just someone to talk to or anything, i’m open. In fact, here,” Schlatt said, ripping a tag off of one of the borrower beds as he began writing on it, “here’s my number.” Phil took it and smiled, looking up at the human. “Thanks, mate. I may just have to take you up on that, it’d be nice to have someone else who knows how i feel sometimes. Family’s like ours aren’t common, and we haven’t been here long enough to know many people around the apartment yet. And, again, thank you so much, it’s because of you i can see my kids again, i don’t know how to repay you-“

“Don’t worry about it, Phil, just happy i could help.” he said, standing back up. “Take care, alright?” “Will do.” Phil replied, taking the grate off the vent and slipping behind it with a wave. “See you later, Schlatt!!” Schlatt waved back and went to the nearest elevator to his apartment. He had some kids he had to surprise with actual beds.

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“The Vanishing of Will Byers” Part 1

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Henderson!reader

Warnings: None so far

A/n: This is my first Fanfiction on tumblr so bare with me. Hope everyone likes it:)))

Word Count: 719

~November 6, 1983, Hawkins, Indiana~

Ten hours. Ten fucking hours Dustin has been at the Wheelers house playing Dungeons and Dragons. Now mom is pissed at me for not getting him home earlier. He is in deep shit when I get my hands on him. He owes me at least half of the X-men comics after this.

Taking the keys out of the ignition of my 1970 Chevy Camaro, I head to the front door of the Wheelers house. I knock on the door waiting about 30 seconds before Mrs. Wheeler answers the door.

“Well, hi, Y/n! I wasn’t expecting you tonight.” She greets me with her usual wide-eyed smile.

“Hi, Mrs. Wheeler.” I say, walking through the threshold of their two story house. “Yeah, well, mom was getting worried with how late it is getting, especially since it’s Sunday and a school night. She didn’t want Dusty getting hurt on his way home.”

As she closes the door we could hear the yelling and shouts of the four boys downstairs. “ Nancy is upstairs in her room if you would like to see her. She’ll keep you company as I try and gather up the boys.” Mrs. Wheeler says, turning around to open the door to their basement.

As I head upstairs to Nancy’s room, I think about the last time we had hung out. It had to have been before her and Steve “the Hair” Harrington started making out. God, I can’t stand him. All he wants to do is get in her panties, just like he has almost every other girl in our school. All thoughts of the boy leave my head as I approach her bedroom door, noticing that she’s on the phone with someone. I gently knock on her door and once she realizes that it’s me she tells the person bye.

“Nancy Wheeler. Was that Steve “the Hair” Harrington you just hung up on? And for little ole’ me?” I say, sarcasm written all over my voice, as I take a seat at the edge of her bed.

“Shut up.” She says, laughing. “It was Barb. She had to leave anyways. But, yes. Steve is supposed to call me tonight and I’m nervous as hell.”

“You’ll be fine. Sure he’s slept with everyone girl desperate enough. But maybe he’s changed, who knows.”

“Yeah, maybe.” She says looking down at her hands. Furrowing her eyebrows she says, “What are you doing here anyways?”

Before I could reply, my gremlin of a brother interrupted me. A pizza box in his hand and the cutest little smile on his face. “Hey, Nancy. There’s a slice left if you want it. Sausage and Pepperoni!”

Nancy and I laugh at his cuteness. “I think she’s good buddy.” I say, approaching the door, ready to go home to my bed.

“Yeah, I’m good. Thank you though.” Nancy replies, trying to be sweet for his sake.

“Well, we’re gonna head home. Goodnight Nancy. Let me know how the call goes in the morning.” I wink at her, knowing exactly what they’re gonna be planning.

“I will, goodnight Y/n. Goodnight Dustin.” She says, as I close the door to her room. I swear, Dustin looked like he was about to pass out from the little attention that Nancy Wheeler just gave him.

“Come on bud. I gotta get you home.” I say, leading him to go downstairs. “Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Wheeler for watching him today!” Heading to the door I get a simple ‘you’re welcome’ and ‘goodbye’ from them before meeting the boys outside.

After telling the boys goodbye I make sure Dustin, Lucas, and Will are ahead of me before pulling out of the Wheelers long ass driveway and head to my house.

As I head home following Dustin, I never would have imagined that this would have been the last normal day of my life. Not knowing the horrors of a new, horrific journey that would lie ahead.

A/n: I know it’s kinds of short but I’m just getting started so bare with me. I will write more, I just wanted this to be the introduction chapter. I also have no idea how many parts I will have of each episode, it will just be a surprise each time love. Have an amazing day/night <3

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Worth The Feeling

Content Warning: 18+ This series contains explicit smut, intimidation, and an age gap relationship. Minors, do not interact.

I didn't sleep on the plane, and I haven't slept more than ten hours in the following three days. Normally when we return from shooting on location, we will get a day or two off. But the entire crew had received several emails that the cast was given extra time in Italy and they will be returning to our following routine on Friday, which is tomorrow. There was some alleged lie that Lloyd was reshooting one of the scenes with Emma in the Milan office building, but I was unsure how he would do that now that almost the entire crew had returned home. I'm sure that they wanted more time to themselves in Italy. Maybe to pester the cast about a press schedule, but most likely to soak up a quick, all inclusive vacation.

Beyond the emails and some check-ins from Lana and Mia, my phone was essentially a glorified flashlight. I was staying off of it as long as I could, too afraid that I would see a text from Dwayne. And then I would check it sporadically, equally afraid that I hadn't received a text from Dwayne.

What weighed on me the most is that I still hadn't received anything from Javi. Not an email, phone call, or text. At night, I would get flashbacks of our time together in Italy, most of it in between the sheets. As much as those memories made my face heat and my body ache, my heart would drop when I remembered the absence of communication. And by Thursday evening, that heart ache had morphed into a steady thrum of irritation. I had passed out, for God's sake. The word on the street is that he was incredibly worried when I was unconscious, but now he's gone radio silent? I wonder if everyone thought he was incredibly worried just because they didn't expect him to be concerned at all. Maybe he didn't care as much as I thought.

After my shower, I decided to check my phone one final time for the night.

My breath caught, seeing I had one message waiting from Dwayne.

Dwyane: Meet me in Trailer 4 tomorrow morning. 7am.

I reread it at least five times. I scroll up through our last few messages, trying to decipher Dwayne's phone etiquette and whether this text had any new, possibly more frustrated, tones to it than our previous conversations.

Me: Sounds good!!!

I press send without thinking and then curse myself for three exclamation marks. Two I could have written off as a mistake, but three was a choice. I feel like a person using three exclamation marks has something to hide. And technically, I did have something to hide. Except now it wasn't super hidden.

Beyond the cursed phone, the thing that was occupying the largest space in my brain was a comment Blake made before I passed out.

"I was operating under the assumption, and I mean, indisputable proof, that you, should we say, 'entertained' the actors." What in the hell had he meant by indisputable proof? Blake Henley was clearly more deranged than I originally thought him to be, so maybe he was making it up. Possibly just trying to scare me, or maybe he was even just bored. But no matter what alternative meaning I apply to his words, I still replay all my steps with Javi and all the mistakes that were made. I knew they were risky at the time, but with Blake's personal spin that I was entertaining every actor I could get my hands on, it made it look a whole lot worse. And if I was willing to do what I did with Javi...did I have a case to stand on that I hadn't done the same with Blake? Especially when it was his word against mine.

My phone lights up, still sitting in my hands after I sent my response to Dwayne. And though I'm not sure I'll be able to hold it together throughout an entire phone call, I pick up, needing the distraction.

"Hey, mom." My voice is shaky, and she notices immediately.

"Hi, sweetie. You okay?" I can hear the local news blaring in the background.

"I'm fine," As soon as she asks, a few tears roll down my face. "How are you? How's dad?"

"We're great. Same as usual over here. Though it is incredibly humid right now, your father's been throwing a fit about it," She laughs in a way that would confirm to anyone that she finds his fits endearing. "It's been a minute since you've called."

"I know, I'm sorry. We were on location and it was super hectic."

"That's right! How was Italy? How did flying go?"

"Well, I still hate it," I let out one gurglely chuckle. "But I had some help. I've met some...new coworkers, and they were really understanding."

"That's great. I was worried about you, you know."

"Thanks mom," I sniffle. "Uh, Italy itself was beautiful. I didn't get out too much but I was on Lake Como most days. It was about an hour away from where we were staying but it was worth it."

"I Googled it when you said that's where you were going. It looks stunning."

"It was. I had a really good time."

"And work? How has that been?"

I pause, not knowing if I should tell her about the promotion. I had thought about calling her while we were in Italy, but the time difference had made it difficult. Now I'm wondering if that was a blessing in disguise.

"It's been fine. Same as usual over here," I echo her and she laughs lightly.

"I...miss you guys."

"We miss you too! Are you sure you're okay, honey?"

"I'm fine, just tired. Still jet lagged I think."

My mom doesn't reply for a few moments, and I get the feeling that she's considering whether or not she wants to call me on my lie.

"Alright. I'll let you go then. Get some rest, honey."

The kindness in her voice only makes the lump in my throat grow larger.

"Thanks, mom. Love you."

"Love you, too."

I hang up, curling into a ball on my bed and wondering what the hell I'm going to say to Dwayne tomorrow.

- - -

I try not to let my sentimentality push my slightly nauseous stomach into dangerous terrorists. Everything I do between driving onto the lot, pulling out my employee ID, and parking into the employee lot, I keep thinking that this is possibly the last time I'm going to do these things. I hardly slept last night which made it easy to get here over an hour earlier than I was supposed to arrive. And as the minutes tick closer to my scheduled meeting with Dwayne, I'm not sure if it's the sentimentality or the nausea that is going to win out. It'll be a photo finish between my tears or my stomach.

Taking one last, calming breath, I get out of my car. I avoid any possible eye contact with the people I pass by. Thankfully it's too early to feel any eyes on me. Everyone else is probably too tired or still too jet lagged to care. I wish I felt the same.

I arrive at Trailer 4, and my hand shakes before I ball it up into a tight fist to knock.

"Come in," My stomach twists at the sound of Dwayne's voice.

Trailer 4 is set up as a conference room of sorts with two separate tables. From what I knew, it was normally reserved for meetings between the producers and directors. The professionalism isn't helping with the weight of this situation. Dwayne is glancing over several sheets of paper spread out on the table furthest from the door. He waves me over without looking up.

"C'mon over, Ava."

As I approach, he places some of the papers back into a folder and closes it up. When he finally looks up at me and gestures to the seat across from him, all I can offer is a tight smile.

"How are you? After your incident." He asks.

"I'm alright, thank you. It was just heat exhaustion, and now I'm out of the heat, so. Don't have to worry about that now." I let out a quick, very awkward laugh.

"Good, well, I'm glad you're okay."

Both of us nod, tight lipped and avoiding direct eye contact.

"Ava...we do need to discuss what was going on when you had your incident."

I haven't stopped nodding since he started talking. "Of course. Dwayne, I really need to explain myself. I have been nothing but professional with the talent on set, Mr. Henley completely got the wrong impression–"

"I believe you."

"--And he showed up completely unannounced, and, you what?"

"Ava, you've been a loyal employee. The only responses we've ever had about you have been incredibly positive. Frankly, I don't care who is involved with whom. But...it could reflect poorly on you and your future career to be mixed up with multiple actors, especially on the same set."

I blink. "I'm sorry...you said you believed me though?"

"I do. But I think we both know that you have spent some personal time with at least one actor on set."

I swallow a few times to push back the bile rising in my throat. Dwayne opens back up the folder, flipping through some papers before pulling out a photo and sliding it across the table to me. I have an onslaught of flashbacks of our intimate time in the pool, thinking how stupid and caught up and in the moment I was. How I should have waited and gone back inside like a normal person, and I shouldn't have been so swept up by Italy, the promotion, and the look in Javi's eyes.

But as I look down at a very small, fish-eyed photo of me leaving Javi's room, I feel a strange sense of relief. It definitely wasn't normal for a PA to be leaving an actors room, especially not with that lovestruck smile on my face. And Blake's room was not even directly across from Javi's, due to the size of the suites, but it was slanted and blurry from the peephole. It was obviously me, but you couldn't see Javi. No one besides the production team that knew the room numbers of each of the cast members would even know that it was his suite. It wasn't great, but it wasn't that bad either.

Was this the indisputable proof Blake was trying to threaten me with? It was almost laughable. Much less so with the seriousness of Dwayne's expression.

"My question is, Ava, did you have a romantic relationship with Javi, Blake, or both of them? Is this what you think you need to move forward?"

The weight of his question hangs over both of us. I can tell it made him uncomfortable to ask it, but I can't say it's completely unacceptable due to how Blake made it sound on the beach. I inhale a long, calming breath.

"Dwayne. This might not be the best thing to say right now, but I do want you to know that this is the first and only time I have ever spent time with a cast member outside of PA duties. This job means more to me than anything. All I've ever wanted is to be involved in this business, and I drive onto this lot everyday feeling like I won the employer lottery. I was on top of the world when you offered me that promotion."

I take another deep breath, knowing this might sign my pink slip away.

"With that being said...we have no company rules about relationships with the talent. In the past few months I have never let my personal feelings impact my role on set. I wish I had disclosed this sooner, but due to the, um, nature, of the relationship, I wasn't sure it was necessary. And I certainly didn't want to seem as though I was using these newfound feelings to garner special attention at work in any way. So I hope that you can see that, even though it was a bad judgment call, I still had professionalism at the forefront of my decision making."

I tap my fingers on the table, deciding how to best talk about that human boil. "As for Blake...I only had a few conversations with him, and I was never involved with him in any way. I was actually very...taken aback when he showed up at my hotel room. My roommate was there the entire time, and both her and I were uncomfortable."

Phew. It was a mouthful, but it came out better than I expected.

Dwayne stares at me passively. His general demeanor is always so composed, and on set that's a huge asset. But right now it's really making me sweat. Especially as the silence continues to grow between us. I feel at least two beads drip down my back before he replies.

"You're not in trouble Ava."

Now I'm wondering if it's possible to vomit from relief.

"Really?"

Dwayne nods. "I wanted to hear your side of the story, of course. I feel as though I knew you well enough to know that at least part of Blake's story must have been false. Though I have to say I was surprised to see the pictures, and to hear Javi's side of the story."

Oh god. Javi's side? They spoke about it already?

"If his reaction to your fainting spell wasn't enough for me to guess his...feelings, he admitted to everything as soon as we heard you were conscious. And he took full responsibility for the entire...affair. He claims he was the one to instigate things."

I just blink at him, too afraid that nodding will be some entertainment industry version of committing perjury. Because the truth is, he wasn't solely responsible for any of it.

"We had a meeting with our public relations manager and Javi and he agreed to our terms. What I need to know from you Ava is if you plan on pressing charges toward either party."

"Pressing charges? Against Javi or Blake?"

"Yes, toward either or both of them. Or if you plan to make a statement."

I have an icky feeling hearing Javi and Blake in the same context as pressing charges. One of them did nothing wrong and the other was a scumbag. I didn't want Javi compared to that imbecile. It also is weirding me out that Javi took the liberty to speak to Dwayne, and that conversation resulted in a PR meeting that didn't involve me. But I had come in here today expecting to be fired. And right now, I will take whatever path that leads me to being able to afford my rent.

"I–no. Not at all. Truthfully all I would like to do is get back to work."

Dwayne lets loose a small, professional smile. "Great. We've arranged the schedule so that you and Javi will interact as little as possible. We only have two more weeks of shooting so it shouldn't be too hard. There may be some overlap as you're still training with me, but we'll cross those bridges later. You know as well as I do that marketing can be just as important as the script, cinematographer, or anything else. We must not interfere with anything that should sabotage that. Sound good?"

I genuinely can't believe the outcome of this meeting. My nausea doesn't fade, but I feel some of the tightness in my chest easing slightly.

"Yes, of course."

Dwayne slaps his hands on the armrests of his chair. "Alright. Let's get to work then."

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