I had an alastor ask you can ignore this but what about an alastor x wife!reader where one day one of the readers old friends from their living days manifest in hell it can be angsty or fluffy but I just really wanna see how you think alastor would react to suddenly remembering that the reader had a whole different life before hell and before him
You're an amazing write and I wanna see your take on this, if not thats ok too !! Have a lovely day 🩷
Ooh this is just juicy-
Alastor X Reader Headcanons
✅️Romantic
❌️Platonic
TW: Alastor being sad, Alastor being jealous
Description: 👆⬆️
Look, Alastor is a smart man who knows you had a life before you met him, before you died
He knows this, he also had a life before you
A rather violent one towards the end there, but still...
But when one of your friends from when you were alive suddenly runs into you???? It suddenly feels like that previous life is coming to slap him in the face
"Y/N? Is that you?"
The way your face lights up with familiarity and you two rush to hug each other, obviously close
It makes him...feel something bad...
The conversation with your friend starts out simple and innocent enough, the two of you catching up with each other
You introduce your husband and Alastor can tell that your friend is surprised, probably not expecting you to be shacked up with the radio demon himself
He preens with your introduction, ready to hear your friend either gush about your amazing husband or shrink away in fear of him
Or at least that's what Alastor assumes the shocked look means
But then your friend mentions something about an old flame of yours and Alastor just kinda??? Gets a white hot flash of anxiety??
You get visibly upset at the mention of them, mumbling something to your friend that Alastor can't hear because he's not listening
You're scolding your friend for bringing up someone you hardly even thought about anymore, someone so unimportant in comparison to your husband
You had someone before him?? Someone you loved and cared about before you died and became stuck in hell?
Would you still go to them now if you had the choice? No, you wouldn't, he's one of the strongest demons in hell. Why would you leave him?
Because you loved people for more than that...
Then your friend is talking to him about your life when you were alive, telling him every stupid, funny, kind thing you did
Everything you enjoyed without him in your life
He's stuck in his own head and hurting his own feelings, the smile on his face painfully tight
"Alastor? Darling?"
Your concerned voice and gentle squeeze on his arm brings him back to reality, your friend having already left without his realizing
"Are you alright? You got quiet on me and that's not like you..."
And he's back to being his charming self, squashing down his ugly emotions
"My apologies my dear~! I just suddenly remembered I must meet Rosie today!"
He's gone before you can even question it, leaving you with a sinking feeling in your gut
The next few days after that Alastor is distant from you even though he's trying to play it off as being busy
Everyone at the hotel can see it and think that you two must be having a fight
You have to reassure them that no, mommy and daddy aren't fighting
He's been off ever since you ran into your friend and they brought up-
...your past...
Oh that stupid man of yours
It takes a lot of work to corner Alastor, he's stupidly clever and always has an excuse to avoid you
You however, did NOT become his wife by giving up easily
One time, he even straight up turned around and ran from you
And you almost fucking caught him if he hadn't cheated and melted away into the shadows
But you manage to catch him in his radio tower, using all your demonic power to sneak up on him
He jumps at the feeling of your arms draping around his neck from behind, feeling your lips on his temple
He's missed being so close to you, he really has
"We need to talk, darling one..."
This is exactly what he's been avoiding though, trying to get his uncomfortable feelings to go away so things can go back to normal between you two
"What is there to talk about, my dear~?"
He's pulling you into his lap, uncharacteristically enthusiastic about giving you affection all of a sudden, kissing up your neck and rubbing your thighs
You know he's trying to seduce you to get out of having to talk about his feelings so you stop him, placing a firm hand on his chest
"You've been avoiding me ever since we ran into my friend."
He visibly cringes at being so obviously caught, his smile strained, sharp teeth clenched tight
"I've simply been busy, I'm sorry if I've been neglecting my little wife..."
He's going in for another kiss, but you pull away with reluctance, you're attracted to your husband after all
You pull on his cheek and sigh, hugging his neck as you lean back to look at him
"Alastor, you know I hate it when you lie to me..."
Now he feels bad, he hates disappointing his wife like this...
"I suppose I have been a bit out of sorts..."
So he does his best to explain to you his uncertainty in your life, wondering if you've simply settled for him because you died
If you would choose your old life over him if ever given the chance, or leave him for a chance at heaven with people from your old life
He won't look at you the entire time he says this, leaning into you and hiding his face in your neck
Just run your fingers through his hair, maybe rub his ears a little, and listen to him vent
He doesn't like being open and vulnerable
"Oh darling, I didn't even know what love really was until I met you. Being here in hell with you has been more fulfilling than any life I had before..."
Not him making a little deer bleat before growling out of embarrassment, clutching you a little tighter
"You wouldn't-"
"Alastor, if anybody even tries to make me leave you, I'll kill them myself."
That makes him chuckle, leaning back to finally look at you
"Oh, you twisted wonderful wife~"
He's literally immediately back to himself after that, almost as though none of it ever happened
You're always surprised by how quickly your husband recovers
Maybe it's just because he trusts you so much, your words alone were enough to reassure him of his place in your world
You meant every word
When your friend comes back to visit you, Alastor actually engages with them this time
He wants to know more about who you used to be now that his confidence in his marriage has been restored
The dude is literally walking around like he got laid for the first time
Angel...shut up...
Holds you close to him the entire time, relaxed as he listens to you and your friend go on about old times
"Wait...you jumped out of a third story window? While being chased by a man with one leg?"
"And LIVED!"
SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO GET TO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT
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Hi Jade! So definitely feel free to ignore this if you aren't interested I totally get it! But if you want I was thinking of the zombie Steve au and how my biggest fear would be to ask him for help finding period supplies while in the road. I know you said in your faq you don't write this, but I was thinking really it wouldn't be about any physical things reader is experiencing but more like embarrassment asking Steve and he's like "its no big deal!" Anyway, like I said if this is a hard no pls ignore! 💙
hi, hope this is ok ♡ steve zombie!au
cw reader menstruates + eats meat
Your back always aches. Your stomach always hurts. Symptoms of your period are stealthy under the general misery of life on the road, but you do eventually clock on. This persistent back ache is pervasive today, working its way around your stomach. It feels like a sharp stab of heat, and it's nothing compared to the pain you'll feel when it actually starts.
Steve turns his rabbit over the fire slowly, unaware of your internal struggle. "I still can't believe it," he says.
Not only did your snares work for the first time ever, you caught two. It's the first time in weeks you've eaten something that wasn't canned, your fingers still warm from your own. The fire is small to avoid attention, one rabbit smoked at a time.
Steve let you have yours first. He's chivalrous when he wants to be.
"Maybe we're getting good at this," you say, turning your water bottle into your hand. The smallest splash you can manage wets your palms. You rub them together and dry them haphazard on an already dirty shirt from your backpack.
"Yeah… maybe not," he says, shaking his rabbit skewer as it starts to smoke. "Shit. You made it look easy."
"It is easy, Steve. Do you want me to do it?"
He offers you the skewer, a sharpened, scorched stick you made in an attempt to be clean. You shuffle across the grass on your knees to take it, happy and sad at once when he touches your waist. You eat up any affection he's willing to give you (not much), but you feel disgusting today, worse now you know you're going to come on.
You bite your top lip as you tend to his food. How do you tell him? You're going to have to, because right now you're in a vaguely safe area, and now you'll have to backtrack to the last place you went. You should've been looking for sanitary napkins or tampons or something anyways, just in case, even if you hadn't had your period for ages.
"Steve, I… I think I've done something stupid."
He scrapes his hair from his face. "That's unusual."
"No, I– I really have."
Steve drops his hands into his lap, frowning, always frowning. "Lay it on me."
You shift uncomfortably, focused on the heat of the flames not quite licking at Steve's skinned rabbit. How to phrase it? What would you have said before the end of the world. "I think it's going to be my time of month, soon. And… and I should've thought about it before, when we were near the mall still, or that house, but I didn't. I'm gonna need– you know. Things."
Steve surprises you, shuffling closer, rather than away. Not that you were expecting him to treat you like a leper, but it's not a fun thing to tell someone. His hand again touches your side, fingertips brushing the tight wrap of your raincoat. "Are you in pain?" he asks.
"A little," you answer, voice thick, talking before you've thought about what you're really saying, "I've had it way worse. I don't know why it stopped for so long."
"You were probably too stressed," he says, his hand moving only an inch or two to cover your back. "Here, give me that."
"Sorry, I know it's gross."
"Are you kidding?" he asks, having taken the rabbit from your hands and laid it to rest on a clean stretch of hot stone. "It's not a big deal. Like, it is if you're hurting, but it's fine."
"We'll have to go back," you lament. "I'm sorry."
"Why are you so stressed about this?" Steve looks genuinely worried, his fingertips coasting a short path between your shoulder blades. Gentle, he starts to rub your back, goosebumps erupting along your skin at such a foreign sensation. "I took the same health classes as you did, I know you can't help it. Is this why you've been so slow today?" He doesn't wait for a response, only grins at his insulting, "I still have a square of Hershey's in my bag, did you want that?"
"Tastes like chalk," you say. You'd love some chocolate right now, but you'd love it more if he stayed here rubbing your back forever.
"You're not the only thing ageing badly."
"Lowlife."
"Wimp."
"Dick," you mutter, closing your eyes as his hand skirts to the small of your back.
"Is this helping?" he asks, matching your low volume. "We should go back anyway. Hole up in one of the houses by the elementary we passed."
"I can walk. I'll be okay. I just need something to stay clean."
"Okay. I'll get you what you need, don't worry. Don't worry." He hugs you very briefly, a quick squeeze against his side. "I'll make it suck as little as possible."
You look up at him with evident relief. "Thanks, Steve."
"We're in this together. Right?"
"Right." You smile. Steve smiles back. You've caught him in a good mood tonight for sure because of your successful snares, but you're wondering if he would've been this good to you no matter what. Steve is a good guy when he isn't asking you if you just got off the imbecile train.
"Will you finish that for me?" he asks, pointing at his rabbit.
"Oh, yeah. Of course."
When it's cooked, he insists you eat a little more of his. "You're gonna need the extra, yeah?" he asks, forcing strips of cooked meat into your hand. "Especially if we're walking back tomorrow."
Steve hands you his last clean wash cloth before setting up for sleep. He might be understanding, but he doesn't seem to know what to say. You take it gratefully, and the brief squeeze he gives your shoulder even more so.
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MOVING OUT -
[ot7 x reader]
BFFS 😁💜
8 participants - 8 online
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jk: #NEWYEARNEWHOME
#NEWME 🙌🏼
hobi: don’t want to know don’t care shut up
jin: what now
jimin: sighs
tae: AWOMAN 🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼🙌🏼
yooongi: …
jk: #newbeginings 🙏🏼
namjoon: ??
jk: i’m moving out guys 😆
like living on my own
me
i am
no joke
real life
living with y/n era OVER
hobi: attention seeker
jin: idk if you can even survive on ur own
y/n: he’s being stupid
ignore him pls
jk: house warming party soon guys!!!!
everyone invited unless ur name starts with a j
yoongi: your name starts with a j
jk: everyone invited unless ur surname starts with a j
yoongi: are you stupid
jin: is this about y/ns new bf lmao
y/n: i brought jaehyun over ONCE and now kooks spiralling
jk: idk who is jaehyun sorry idk who that is or what ur talking about sorry idk a thing
namjoon: sighs
yoongi: lowkey valid
y/n: ????????
yoongi: i mean if we were living together and you brought a rat back home i would loose my mind a bit
y/n: namjoon
namjoon: yoongi
yoongi: just saying
jimin: LMAOOO
y/n: not funny
jimin: just a little bit
tae: i heard jaehyun a world famous cheater
y/n: guys
hobi: look you made her upset
jk: y/ns upset?
jin: yikes
jimin: it’s not even my fault
yoongi just makes me giggle some times
yoongi: 🫰🏼
tae: i’ll hold you bbg sshhh don’t cry
namjoon: ew
y/n: i really really like him ok
so if you all could actually maybe just give him a chance and not be assholes for once i would really appreciate it
hobi: ofc pretty <3
jimin: ok but do you love him
namjoon: jimin
jimin: WHAT sorry i really need to know
jk: DONT ANSWER THAT
jin: woah
jk: i mean you don’t have to answer that haha
i’m still moving out btw
tae: i think you should give up i don’t think she’s gonna tell you to stay
omg like a dog
stay
i wish someone would tell me to stay
“stay 😡”
ok bae i’ll stay
am i ur good boy?
tell me i am
look at me
i stayed here
waiting for you
tell me i’m your good boy tell me please
hobi: bro
tae: sorry got lost in the source
namjoon: you mean the sauce?
tae: yesss mayo!!
@y/n tell me to say
y/n: absolutely not
i can tell you to kys tho
tae: Keep Yourself here and Stay
a win for kim taehyung
y/n: kill yourself
tae: no
heheheh
i’m a bad boy tonight
what you gonna do about it 😝
jimin: oh my god stop talking
tae: she wants me
y/n: she has a boyfriend
tae: never even seen that man in the same room as you
u sure you not making this relationship up
y/n: do i need to send you a fucking sex tape to prove it
tae: i mean…..
if you want lol
y/n: ur gross
tae: you’ve kissed me
y/n: top ten worst moments of my life
tae: WOAHHHHHHH
UMMM
OK NOW YOU’VE CROSSED A LINE
namjoon: enough
both of you
y/n: taes a shit kisser
tae: NO I AM NOT
NAMJOON TELL HER IM
NOT OHMYGOD HOW DARE SHE
namjoon: wydm tell her?
ur acting like i’ve kissed you to know
tae: i’ll kiss you
namjoon: i’m going to block you
tae: I AM NOT A SHIT KISSER
jimin: tae can’t kiss tae can’t kiss
tae: STOP I CAN
hobi: that’s really sad actually
jk: can someone do me a favour
yoongi: no
namjoon: what’s the favour?
yoongi: it’s gonna be something stupid
jk: joon can you buy me a house??
yoongi: shocker!!
tae: guys i’m a great kisser ask all the girls i’ve kissed
jimin: girls?
the only other girl you’ve kissed is jennie
tae: THATS NOT TRUE I NEVER KISSED THAT WOMAN IN MY LIFE
hobi: she didn’t let you kiss her even tho you flew all the way to paris for her??
that’s crazy
jin: maybe she was waiting for marriage
y/n: maybe she was waiting for the police
namjoon: i am not buying you a house are you out of ur mind??
jk: but how i’m i supposed to move out?
namjoon: buy ur own house?
tae: why would she be waiting for the police??????
jin: being seen with you is a crime in itself
don’t even get me started of being seen publicly HOLDING HANDS with you
hobi: right yikes
jimin: what’s the french police number?
y/n: fuck knows
jin: baguette snail croisant
jimin: those are not numbers
hobi: isn’t that racist?
jin: to who?
hobi: the french??
jin: you can be racist to the french???????
hobi: i think idk???
jin: shit you better lock me up then
been oui oui baguette eiffel tower bonejawing my whole life
y/n: bonejaw??????????
tae: jin ur like a mega racist…
hobi: do you like trump be honest
jin: tf is trump
jk: namjoon pls oh pls 🥺🥺🥺🥺
yoongi: can you guys not have 2 conversations at once thanks
tae: just say you can’t keep up
yoongi: just kill yourself
tae: WOAH
namjoon get him!!!!
namjoon: am i a dog??
why do i have to always get someone
i think you guys need to learn how to fight ur own battles
tae: dog
“stay😡😡😡😡”
w-what’s happening to me 😰😭
🧍🏻♂️… 🧎🏻♂️…. 🐕
arf? 🥺
*head tilt*
jimin: this is why women avoid you
tae: take a leaf out of my book bro
jimin: would genuinely rather die
hobi: /gen /srs
yoongi: /kys
jin: wait so jungkooks moving out but doesn’t have a home to move into
jk: i can always move in with yoongi
yoongi: LOL
jk: or jimin
jimin: wow the weather is great today guys 😆
jk: hobi will have me
hobi: no!
jk: jin joon??
namjoon: give up
jin: are you silly
tae: i could
jk: no thank you ❤️
tae: wtf
y/n: LMAO
tae: what’s wrong with living with me???
jk: u scare me a lot i’m sorry
tae: fucking bitch
jimin: what if y/n moved in with jaehyun then you have the house to urself?
jk: ARE YOU SILLY???
WHY WOULD I WANT THAT
IMG THE THOUGHT OF THAT MAKES ME WANT YO THROW UP
NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN
jimin: woah ok don’t shoot me in the head tf??
thought you wanted this independent life
y/n: i mean i can if that’s what u really want kook
jk: KOOK HEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEHEHE
my knees just gave out >.<
WAIT NO DONT MOVE IN WITH HIM YOU DONT HAVE TO IM SORRY NO DONT DO THAT
jin: u make me wanna throw up
jk: i love living with you!!! i’m sorry i’m not gonna move out so please don’t move out either living with you has been and IS the best thing that’s ever happened to me please don’t go
hobi: that’s a shinee song
jimin: didn’t she fuck a shinee member LMAO 💀
namjoon: jimin
jimin: sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
tae: so you can fight her battles for her but fighting mine is an issue????
ok sexism IS real females were onto something with this one
y/n: females??
yoongi: they way you dig urself deeper and deeper into unlikeability is truly insane
tae: my fault feminist yoongi here to get my ass 💀💀💀💀
NO IM SORRY I DIDNt MEAN THAT LMAOO
PLS DONT HURT ME
IDK WHY I SAID THAT
THE DEMONS TOOK OVER FOR A SEC
NO JOKE BLACKED OUT
DONT EVEN REMEMBER SAYING THAT
NAMJOON TELL HIM IT WAS A MISTAKE
JOON
KIM NAMJOON TELL HIM TELL HIM
hobi: tell me tell me tttttell me
yoongi: i’m gonna shoot him
namjoon: understandable
hobi: it’s the love shot
jk: i’m not moving out guys
jin: no shit
y/n: hobi answer my ft >_<
hobi: give me one sec my love!!!!!!!!!!
jimin: woah???
jin: uhhhhhhhh
tae: group ft ❤️!!
y/n: kys!!
tae: why do girls not fuck with the nice guys anymore
hobi blew up a school once
hobi: ??
tae: get off the phone so my gf can call ME
yoongi: i beg you to shut the fuck up
tae: beggar
jimin: that coming from you is actually insane tae!
tae: what
namjoon: so whose hosting games night this week
yoongi: not me
jin: i did it last time
jimin: my place is real messy
hobi: don’t wanna :/
tae: i refuse in protest of tae respect and love in this gc
y/n: me and jk can
since he’s not moving out and all
jk: 😁!!
namjoon: cool
everyone ok with that?
jin: yup
jimin: ok
yoongi: yes
tae: whatever lol
hobi: y/n why don’t you invite jaehyun??
so we can all properly meet him
you’ve met his members right??
he should meet yours no?
yoongi: ?????
tae: ARE YOU SILLY
jin: ur so wrong for that
y/n: ahhhh idk
i mean i have met his members
and i really do want you guys to properly meet him as well…
jimin: somethings going on
jk: haha yeah lol i mean i’ve met him already
he was my friend lol haha not that it matters but that’s ok
did i say was ?? i meant is lol sorry i wouldn’t stop being his friend just cuz he’s dating you that would be silly
but yeah but if you want him to come that’s cool
but he really really really doesn’t need to haha
namjoon: y/n bring your boyfriend
y/n: are you sure???
tae: NO??£:£:££:
jin: yes!!! #drama
jimin: ofc
yoongi: whatever
jk: hahah lol hahah
y/n: ok
hobi: great ☺️!!!
cant wait
jimin: i bet
hobi: ??
jimin: nothing
hobi: y/n answer :p
y/n: okokokokokokokokok
jimin: i’m gonna do some deep diving i’ll talk to you all later
(unfortunately)
(and by force not cuz i like you)
(the talking to you later part not the diving part)
bye
jk: woah didn’t know jimin was a diver
yoongi: ur stupid
@y/n reply to my message
bye
jin: wow guys i’m really exited for games night
gotta stock up on the alcohol
so i guess i’m going too
bye 👋🏻
tae: good i’m going as well
i’ve got to go and punch a wall
jungkook come over
this is srs business
jk: okay ^_^
getting in my car
speak to you all later 💓
hobi: y/n told me to tell you all bye
so bye from her and bye from me
😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼😁🫰🏼
namjoon: woah
did we
did we just end a conversation normally….
oh my god
wow
guys wow omg
this is the first time this has happened
wow
i’m in shock
this is such a big step for us
i’m so proud
um
wow
what do i even say rn
….
um
yoongi: how about goodbye
blowing up my phone for no reason
namjoon: no ur right i’m sorry
goodbye guys
um
have a good day???
yeah
um wow
yeah have a good day guys i mean it
i honestly and truly mean it
wow
yeah and
yoongi removed namjoon from “BFFS 😁💜”
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hobi sus
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Hellooo, could you write a '3am though ' about the Boys being clingy? Cause I feel like everyone is clingy in a different way hehe
Types of Clingy | Beta Squad |
Chunkz
His clingyness would show through being a little too co-dependent. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be able to make independent decisions at all, but most of the time he would definitely want your opinion…on pretty much like everything. New shoes, place to stay while on a work trip, where to eat, how to dress for the weather and on and on. Sometimes it’s nice to know that someone wants to hear your point of view, but other times it could be very very annoying.
Sharky
Sharky’s thing is definitely constantly texting or like somehow communicating through his phone 24/7. Doesn’t matter if you’re calling, chatting or just sending each other goofy snaps, he needs to constantly talk. He’d always send “update” messages out of nowhere, like imagine he decided to go to the store to buy some fruits and he’s in line, waiting and bored and suddenly some drama happens between a customer and the worker. He’d whip out his phone in a fraction of a second and begin describing the entire situation to you. Most of the time you don’t mind it, the opposite, you actually like it, but sometimes Sharky can get a little persistent and if you don’t reply while he’s currently bored, he’s going to spam your phone, asking where are you and “why are you ignoring me?”
Niko
Time is money to this man. Quality time is gold and Niko definitely wants it. He’s a busy man himself but if he finds out you have even a small 20 minute break from anything, you best be ready for him to appear and persuade you to do something together. Maybe you’re at work and you’re having lunch, in which case he’d offer to drive you to the nearest coffee shop, maybe you’re at uni and you have a free period during which he’ll sneak you out to have some ice cream. And when he’s done with work for the day, the first thing he’s doing is calling you and saying that he’s finally free from whatever, after which he would definitely suggest going somewhere, no matter how tired he was.
AJ
“Lisa are you dumb? AJ hates human contact, he said so himself like 100 times! You’re not telling me he’d be the physically clingy one!”
Hahahah - is my response guys. AJ. Would be. Possessive. (as fuck) Okay yes he hates it when people touch him BUT YOU AREN’T JUST PEOPLE! He wants you to constantly hold his hand or arm, he needs it. And for him it would be a totally normal thing to have his arm around your waist at all times when going out. He wants people to know that you’re with him, that you’re his and that nothing is getting in between the two of you. Doesn’t matter where: party, grocery store, at a fucking dentist appointment, this guy couldn’t care less, just as long as he’s somehow holding onto you or you’re holding onto him.
Kenny
This one a bit sad. I think Kenny would be a little insecure. Like ok we know he’s the sexiest man alive but in his eyes he’s still not good enough for you. And that’s exactly what gnaws at him. Sometimes arguments would spur between the two of you out of nothing. Imagine you went out and didn’t tell Kenny, just forgot to mention or you were in a hurry. When you finally come back home he’d be like “where have you been?” , “why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” , “who’d you go out with?” , but it wouldn’t be in a controlling sense, you get me? Like he’d be worried, paranoid even and to you sometimes it would seem stupid. Like you shouldn’t be constantly explaining things to him. But no matter how mad or pissed you wanna be at him, you can’t. Why? Cause it’s Kenny and Kenny is 🔛🔝 of everything <3
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Hello <33 could you write Remus Lupin x Black reader?
Here is the idea... reader is sirius' younger sister she is in love with remus, but she thinks remus would never feel the same way because she is younger and sirius's litte sister. Then sirius figure it out about reader's crush on remus and he helps her to get remus attention.
Hope this is ok 💓 thanks dearest 💓
Hiii lovely, thank you so much for this request. I'm soooo sorry that it took me so long. Hope u enjoy. Warnings: use of y/n, kiss, swear words (1.3k)
Being Sirius's younger sister is already hard as it is. Everybody always recognises you as that, you've had girls befriending you just to get close to him and so on. But one thing that is even worse about it, is that you are absolutely invisible to his best friends. Specifically only one, Remus.
You've been hopelessly in love with him, but you know, there's just no way he likes you back. You are sure about it, because everytime you enter the room, he dissappears or stops talking. He barely exchanges a few sentences with you.
To Remus's defence, he can't help it. He needs to leave to room, because he knows if he stays, he'll be in a bigger trouble than he already is. He has a big crush on you and he doesn't want Sirius or James or you to know, so being in your proximity is definitely not the answer.
And when he is close to you, he doesn't want to say anything stupid to you, so he just talks less. It's honestly driving him crazy.
It's driving you crazy, too. So that's exactly why, you are now complaining about it to your best friend in the Gryffindor's common room.
"Why are boys so complicated?" you whine into her shoulder.
"Wish I knew, but sweetie, I think that you may be wrong about him," she rubs your shoulder, trying to cheer you up.
"What do you mean?" you frown at her.
"Okay, so don't kill me, but I'm like 95 percent sure, Remus likes you," she tells you and your eyes widen at her statement.
"What?"
"I wasn't sure at first, but I am now. I've caught him multiple times, staring lovesick at you," your mouth opens to argue, but she gets ahead of you, "It's true, I mean it. I can tell the difference between his regular staring and his 'I'm in love with y/n' staring. He definitely like you back. "
"Then why does he always ignore me or dissappears when I am near, huh?" you scoff, you can't believe, Remus likes you, there's like zero possibility that's true.
"I don't know, maybe...-maybe he's just shy..." She tries to figure it out, but she can't really explain it, too. You don't talk much after that and head to your room to sleep.
Big mistake you two did, was that you didn't check if anybody was near the common room, because it was already very late. But to your 'luck' Sirius heard the whole conversation.
Sirius starts to pay more attention to Remus whenever you are near and to his surprise, your friend was right. Remus definitely fucking likes you, it's so painfully obvious that he doesn't get how he hasn't noticed it before. Like the loving eyes or the bashful smiles, it actually makes Sirius sick as he thinks of it.
He also pays attention to you, he already knows you like Remus from the eavesdropping, but it's different seeing the truth for himself. You are obvious with your crush too, but Sirius sees how sad you are, that your feelings aren't reciprocated.
Which is why, he decides (despite you being his younger sister and Remus being his best friend) to get you two fuckers together.
His plan is simple. He'll lock you to in a room and won't let you out until you'll confess your feelings.
So that's what he does, he even let's James on the plan. James is supposed to lure Remus in, while Sirius has to lure you in. It's pretty easy to get you there, all it takes is one innocent lie about needing help with something and you two idiots are there.
You are inside first and in a matter of seconds Remus is by your side aswell.
"What-" you don't get to finish the sentence because the door gets shut and it's just you and him there. You can hear both boys chuckle as you start pounding on the door.
"Sirius, if you don't open the door, I'll beat you up-" you angrily shout.
"Guys, just open the door, this isn't funny," Remus says, still keeping a cool mind. Suddenly, their chuckles stop, you expect them to open the door, but nothing happens. They are definitely gone.
You try the 'alohomora' spell, but of course it doesn't work, you should have expected that.
You suddenly turn around towards Remus, " what's this all about, huh?"
"What?" he asks baffled, " i-...trust me, I don't know anything about this."
"How can't you know? You three are literally like one, there's no way you don't know anything. You have to know what's this prank about," you accuse him.
"I swear, I don't know anything," he puts his palms up, showing you he really doesn't know.
"Oh c'mon...," you say frustrated, " you must have heard at least something."
He tries to think of something, but he doesn't remember anything worth mentioning, " They didn't really mention you, I only remember that Sirius was talking to James about how he was eavesdropping on a conversation with you and your best friend some nights ago."
Your face goes white and Remus immediately notices the change in your expression.
"What's wrong?" he questions, " does it have to do something with this?"
You clear your throat," umm...- no, it-it was just silly girl talk that's all." You lie and clearly, it's so bad, that nobody on this earth would believe your lie even if they tried hard.
"Oh come on, you can tell me, maybe we can get out of here then-"
"No, really. It was just some stupid conversation, nothing worth mentioning...." you say, eyes fixated on the ground.
"It can't be stupid, if we are here because of it, right?"
"It's just-..." you can't say it, you just can't. It's already embarrassing enough that you are in love with your brother's best friend, but admitting it to him is way, way worse.
"What is it, y/n? You know you can tell me anything," he softly smiles at you.
"I-I-I...." you stutter, you want to say some excuse, but nothing comes to your mind. And it takes you one look at his stupidly tender smile to tell him the truth.
"Ilikeyou,"you blurt out, but it's so quiet that he doesn't catch it.
"What was that?" He asks, eyebrows raised.
"I said,..-" you take a deep breath," that-that I like you."
"What?" he sputters, "y-you like me?" Remus doesn't catch on.
"Yes, like more than a friend," you almost wince as you confess it. You watch, how his expressions change every few seconds with emotions. It honestly terrifies you. You'd rather have him laugh in your face, than to watch this slow reaction.
Suddenly, his face breaks out into the biggest grin you've ever seen on him, " you like me?" he breaths out in disbelief.
You nod, giving him a hesitant smile. And in matter of seconds, he is kissing you. Remus's kiss is, oh so soft, that it has you melting. But before you can even respond, he is pulling away. "I'm sorry. I shouldn-" He doesn't finish, because your lips are on his, shutting him up.
It's a sweet kiss, that's got you smiling giddily at each other, when you pull apart.
"Does this mean you like me, too?"
"Obviously, " he says in a 'duh' tone, but then adds softly," I've been head over heels for you since like forever."
"Why haven't you said something before?"
"Well, I didn't exactly want your brother to beat my ass," you both chuckle at that.
"What makes you think I won't now?" His voice startles you both and as you turn around to look at him, you see him with a smile, not a drop of anger in his eyes ."I'm happy for you, but no lovey shit in front of me, got it?"
"Yes, Siri " you agree and with a smirk, you lean in to kiss Remus again, who happily oblidges and kisses you back. You only hear a fake gagging sound then and Sirius's quick steps to get away from you two with "what have i done" muttered under his breath.
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Till THE DEAD do us part | Chapter 3
A/N: This story will take place in all the seasons, but it’s not exactly a rewriting cause I’d have to re-watch everything to use the exactly lines of the characters, also I think it’s better if I tell a side story without changing the main facts of the story.
This story has a Female Reader, but I don’t describe her appearance, so anyone can identify with her.
Chapter 2 Chapter 4
Chapter 3: I’m sorry and Thank you
Summary: It’s time to bury their dead, take decisions and say goodbyes. The tension is thin in the camp and not everyone can control their emotions or how they deal with it. Hard decisions are made and a shot is take in hopes that everyone have a future. Y/N and Daryl have their first little fight in this one.
Warnings: swearing, death, violence, little angsty, fluffy, little mention of suicide that if you blink you’re gonna lose it, maybe some characters are ooc, idk 🤷🏼♀️
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s sister)
Word count: 4,179
Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.
Everybody started to work early, cleaning, reorganizing and getting rid of all the bodies. You needed to burry Amy, but Andrea would not let no one take care of her. You could imagine the pain she was feeling because you felt that too when you lost Rick. Amy was so young, she was sweet and gentle, she didn’t deserve it. No one deserved it.
You tried helping with whatever you could, unfortunately you were not strong enough to help carrying the body of the dead. So you were trying to make sure everyone had water to drink or something to eat, even if it’s just a little.
You were at good distance with Carl and Lori, helping them to put things in order, when you saw Rick holding a gun on Daryl’s head. Fuck. You walked the faster you could and put yourself between them. “What the hell is going on here?”
“Y/N, get out of the way.” Rick said, seeing you were not going to leave he lowered his gun. “He was going to kill Jim.”
“He was bitten! He’s a danger to everyone!” Daryl argumented, you turned around and looked at him.
“Jim is our friend, one of us… we can’t just kill him. We take care of him, he’ll eventually die and… when the time comes we… we do it.” You said, a little unsure of your own words, but that was what was the human thing to do.
“Never thought you were this dumb.” He almost spitted the words at you.
‘And I never thought you were an asshole.’ That’s what you wanted to say, but you didn’t, you just rolled your eyes at him and left. Things were under control, no one pointing guns at each other, your mission was done. That was a stupid fight and a stupid insult, but you couldn’t ignore the sting you felt at those words.
It didn’t take long for Amy to turn and Andrea have to kill her, it was heartbreaking to watch. When everything was over you had tears in the corners of your eyes. Also, you heard Carol had to kill Ed, you didn’t watch it, but you knew what it meant. Even if he was a human being, he was a monster… and now Carol and Sophia were free.
After that you buried your dead, while the zombies had already been put in fire. You said your goodbyes to Amy and hoped she was happy wherever she was. Everybody were going back to camp descending the hill, you passed through Daryl and gave him a look, that you didn’t know if it was sad, angry or upset.
“Ya defend not killing the living, but if ya could, ya would kill me right now.” Ok, so your look was the second option, angry. You just continued walking and ignored him. “ ‘m sorry.”
“Oh, I bet you are.” Sarcasm covered your words. “Maybe I’m dumb, but not SO dumb”
“I didn’t mean it. I was just angry.” He said walking by your side. “I was wrong, can we be good again? I hate how ya’re looking at me.” And he did, he could get those eyes from everyone and not give a fuck about it, but for some reason, a reason that he didn’t know, or didn’t want to admit, he couldn’t get that look from you.
You stopped and turned to him, you saw worry in him and that was not usual of him, not about the little you knew about him.
“Don’t do it again. Don’t call me that thing. It sounds silly, but…” ‘it brings back bad memories’, you were going to say, but didn’t have the courage.
“I’m never calling you that again. ‘m gonna think about other insults next time.” He tried a joke, and you tried to remain serious, but he could see the corners of your mouth curving a little while you battled against the smile. You hated that people would make you angry, but as soon as they wanted forgiveness, you would laugh or smile, instead of giving them the cold shoulder like normal people would do. Some said you had a good heart, but sometimes you thought you were a fool.
“Ok, Dixon. We’re friends again.” You said offering him your hand. He looked at your hand and thought for a moment. “Come on, shake my hand to seal it. I don’t have the whole day, if you don’t take it right now I’m going to…”
And he took it. He took your right hand in his and you were not expecting to feel this way to a simple handshake. His grip was firm, but comfortable. His hand calloused and warm, engulfed your hand that was so little compared to his. You felt comfort, protection and another feeling that you couldn’t describe, but made you lose your words.
“Ya’re going to what?” He still had a hold in your hand, maybe because you were holding his back and thinking about never letting go of his.
“Don’t matter. It’s done. We sealed our friendship, so I don’t need to threaten you anymore.” Reluctantly you let go of each others hands and continued to descend the hill.
“Oh, was that a threat? You don’t look threatening to me.” He mocked you.
“You better keep your eyes open D.” You answered liking the way his initial felt on your tongue and how it was said so easily. “I may look harmless, but I can be dangerous too.”
“Of course, as dangerous as a Puppy”
“Remember that puppies can bite and scratch.” You said lightly elbowing him.
“My clothes magically appeared clean and folded in my tent. It was you, wasn’t it?” He knew it was you, he just needed a way to talk about it and thank you.
“It was the least I could do…”
“Thank you.”
“It’s no problem D.”
Later that day, after a lot of discussion, was decided that everybody that want would go to CDC early in the morning. You were not sure if there would be anything there when you arrived, but you also knew you couldn’t just stay in the quarry forever, more walkers would come. You couldn’t risk losing more people. You slept in your tent with Luna to keep you company, at 3 in the morning you woke up and couldn’t sleep. You really tried, you were tired, but you were not able to sleep again. You turned around back and fort on your tent, until the sun started to rise.
So you changed your clothes, put everything you had on your bag and left the tent to start disassemble it. The thing was, you didn’t even know how to assemble it, Shane had done everything for you, so now you were having a hard time.
“Do ya wanna some help?” You heard Daryl’s voice by your side and you almost jumped out of your skin. “Sorry, didn’t wanna scare ya.”
“Please, I have no idea what I’m doing.” You confessed shamelessly. In fact he didn’t even waited for your answer to start helping you.
“I realized that from distance, anyone could see ya struggling from miles away.” He joked, but it was not completely a lie, your struggle was very clear.
“Well, Lucky me, you offered help.”
After everything was ready to go, you started to say goodbyes, Morales and his family decided not to follow with you. A stupid decision in your opinion, but there wasn’t anything you could do about.
“Y/N, Carol and Sophia are coming with us. Do you mind going with Shane?” Rick came to you right before living.
“Actually, I’m going with Daryl. I figured it’d be better for Carol and Sophia to go with you.” You answered taking both Rick and Daryl by surprise.
“Are ya?” Daryl didn’t have time to think before the words left his mouth, and then you gave him the look that told him to play along with you. “I offered ya early, but ya never gave me an answer. I thought ya weren’t going with me.”
“Of course I am! Daryl Dixon giving me a ride? This is a once in a lifetime opportunity.” You grabbed your bag to put it in Daryl’s truck, Rick gave you a knowing look. He knew you were avoiding Shane, he just didn’t know why, but he knew you too well to not notice. Also, he saw how Daryl was surprised. “Luna, are you coming with us or do you prefer going with Carl?”
“Nah, she’s coming with us. My offer is only open if she comes with us.” Daryl stated, and you couldn’t resist but laugh.
As soon as you hit the road, Luna was all over the place. She wanted to go for the window and feel the air with her tongue out like any normal dog. She sat on your lap, forgetting she isn’t a lap dog, and you needed to hold her just in case, because she tried a few times going to Daryl’s side and you were not dying by a stupid car accident in the middle of the apocalypse.
“So…why didn’t ya want to go with Shane?” Daryl threw the question at you after Luna had calmed down.
“Cause Luna wanted to go with you.” You gave the excuse shamelessly. He snorted to your lame excuse.
“Bullshit! Spill the real reason, that’s the least I get for playing along with ya.” He took a small glance at you and returned his attention to the road.
“Okay… never took you for one that likes gossip but…” he gave you an annoyed look as if to say ‘just say it’. “I had a fight with him, when you guys went to Atlanta. In front of the whole camp actually.”
“The bruise, in his face, was that ya?” He asked, looking at you for a brief moment, and you nodded in response. “I knew it. Couldn’t be a walker, it looked like something ya would do.”
“How did it look like something I’d do?” Did he take you for the type to go punching people around? Maybe he thought you were kind of a badass? No, not possible.
“The bruise is just the height you’d be able to punch, no way you could hit him on the eye.” Well, none of the options you guessed, he just stated you were short, which you really kind of was. But you couldn’t let it pass like this and gave him a light punch on his arm. “Easy Puppy, I’d rather die fighting zombies than in a car.”
“You just called me short!” you stated as a justification of why you lightly punched his arm.
“And didn’t lied.” He smirked and then put his right hand on Luna’s head for a brief moment. “Why did ya punch him?”
“He lied. He told us Rick was dead.” You answered and Daryl said nothing, probably thinking about what you said. “I mean, any idiot can see if a person is breathing and if the heart is beating.”
“Well, it’s Shane. He’s a different kind of idiot.” What was he probably trying to say? “Maybe, he didn’t knew the difference at the time. I’m not trying to defend him, I don’t like him, you know.”
“I know… it’s just… I’m angry.” You said. Funny, because Daryl had told you the same thing to you, but of course your fight was very silly compared to the reasons behind your quarrel with Shane. “Do you think I should talk to him?”
“Is it going to make ya feel better? If yes, do it.” He didn’t even had to think to say that and he didn’t like Shane at all. That was one of those moments where you saw how good he was, and you wish people would see through his rough demeanor. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” You didn’t realize you were staring at him for a long time.
“Sorry, I was thinking about what you said.” That was not a complete lie, but not even half of the truth. “But I don’t need a picture if I can look at you everyday.”
You wanted to talk more, but you were tired, your half slept night was charging it’s price. You didn’t know when you slept, but after 2 hours you woke up the car was slowing down until stopping. Luna was laying in your lap awkwardly, half her body was on the car seat and her head was on Daryl’s lap.
“Morning Sleepyhead!” Daryl took a small glance at you.
“Hey… sorry, I didn’t want to sleep, but I was tired.” You ran your hands on Luna’s back. “Why are we stopping?”
“Don’t know, guess it’s a problem with the RV.” He took Luna’s head from his lap and talked to her as to a child, you didn’t even paid attention to what he was saying you just thought that was adorable.
You broke the moment putting a harness on Luna, so you could leave the car. As soon as you left the car your eyes found Shane and you decided to take the opportunity to talk to him.
“D., can you look after Luna for a little while?” You asked him, giving your best puppy eyes, without even noticing.
“Alright Pup, go and do what you need to do.” He said grumply taking the harness. “Go, before I regret it”
“Okay, thanks.” You gave a little smile and left in Shane’s direction.
When Shane saw you walking in his direction, he thought there would come trouble, because any moment you two talked, you would fight. He regretted all the fights, but it was as if he couldn’t control himself, in this world… he couldn’t be soft, gentle or unprepared. He couldn’t also let anything bad happen to the one’s he cared, even if he had to make some sacrifices along the way, and that was what scared him the most. He felt like he was losing his humanity and he didn’t see any other option.
“Shane, can we talk?” You finally approached him, expectations very high and afraid of the outcome.
“I don’t want to fight Y/N…” well, you didn’t want this too, but it didn’t depend only on you.
“Me neither. I just wanna my nice big bro Shane back, you know…” You said, eyes on the mark you had left on his left cheek. “I’m sorry, for the punch.”
“I probably deserved, a cop that can’t tell the difference between the dead and the living…”
“You were probably nervous, I can only imagine the chaos the hospital was and… and you said they were shooting everyone in there, you were probably also afraid.” You said and took his hand in yours. “I’m sorry, I was angry and shouldn’t have reacted like that.”
“I’m sorry, I have been an asshole lately.” He admited.
“Lately?” You mocked him. “Let’s be good again, I don’t punch you anymore and you don’t piss me off. You know, just like you and Rick, I grew up and I don’t need you to protect me from everything. You should be the cool big bro that encourage me to do reckless things that Rick wouldn’t want me to do.”
“Just like… hanging out with Daryl Dixon?” He suggested and he knew he was entering a delicate topic because you already fought before about it.
“Yeah, he’s a good person and my friend. You should encourage me to make other friends, the world went to shit and the people is all we got.” You chewed the inside of your cheeks hoping you would not start fighting again.
“You know, I only act like this, because I don’t want you in the same situation you had with Paul.” He confessed, and in part it was true, you were never the same after Paul, after all the psychological abuse. It took months for you to go back to your normal self, and a german shepherd puppy to make you smile and live again. But on the other hand, it was also his prejudice against the Dixon Brothers.
“I already told you, it’s not like this.”
“I see the way you look at him. It’s the same way you used to look at Jack Jones.” He stated, and you remembered your first crush at school. You never had the courage to tell him what you felt.
“I surely don’t, I’m no teenager and… hey maybe I could have avoided all this situation with Paul if I had told Jack how I felt…” You tried to deny, but you knew that maybe he was right… maybe you had a crush on Daryl. “Just let me live, please Shane? If I die tomorrow, I want to know I lived to the fullest. I don’t expect to find love or anything in a world like this, but I want to be with people I enjoy being with and protect the people I love.”
“Don’t say no sense. You’re not going to die, I’m not letting you die.” He stated. “It’s ok, you can be friends or more than friends with whoever you want, but let me know if anyone hurt you…”
“Thank you Shane.” You hugged him tightly. “And please… let go of Lori, you’ll only hurt you and her. I say it, because we’re family and I love you.”
You left his embrace and you saw the hurt and sadness in his face, maybe a little anger too, but you hope he would not blame you for this and listen to your advice.
“Go to your boyfriend before he comes here and kill me.” Shane played after he saw the way Daryl was looking at the both of you.
“Shut up Shane!” You gave him a punch on his arm before you left.
“By the way, I’m proud of your punchs, you really learned how to beat someone properly.” He kind of yelled at you, and you just laughed. Well they really taught you how to beat someone and how to make it as painful as possible.
After that Shane left with T.Dog to try finding replacement parts for the RV. You go to Daryl and take Luna from him, you could not ask for him to do more than he already did. “Thank you.” You told him.
“ ‘s nothing. It’s always good to pass some time with Luna.” He replied taking a cigarette and lightening it. His curiosity taking the better of him. “Are ya feeling better?”
“Yes, I guess. Things went well. Thank you for the advice.”
Jim was getting worse over the time, you thought he would not make it to the CDC and in truth, you knew nobody survived from a bite, you never saw one single person survive it. Rick was new to all this shit, so he had hope, but you knew Jim would not make it and that nobody could in fact help him.
The RV was fixed, but now you got another problem, Jim was bad and he had decided to stay behind. Rick tried to convince him otherwise, but he had made his choice and you should all respect. It was sad leaving him behind, but you couldn’t stop any more time, you needed to keep going. You entered Daryl’s truck, a heavy silence following the both of you. He started the car, his forehead frowned and the eyes on the road. You could feel he regretted his actions towards Jim.
“You were not completely wrong.” You finally said taking him by surprise. “You just had the wrong approach.”
Silence. Not the comfortable one.
“The most compassionate thing to do in a world like this, would be to not let the people we like turn into one of those…”
“Why?” He asked, eyes on the road, not even giving a glance at you. Your were took by surprise and didn’t know what he meant. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because this whole situation made me think and… I know you have your own thoughts about it too. We can’t be so radical, but we should think about doing something to not let each other turn.” You wanted to look at him, you wanted to hold his hand, but you couldn’t, you knew you had crossed lines when you told him those things. You didn’t even know if he considered you a friend that could discuss this kind of things and tell when someone is wrong or right.
“Yeah, ya know a lot of shit.” The bitter comment left his mouth seconds after what you said.
“Daryl, if I ever get bit, I want you to end it for me.” You didn’t know what made you say it, but you just ignored his comment and threw this bomb on him. He almost hit the brakes the moment the words left your mouth.
“What the fuck?!” He cursed. “Don’t ask me something like that. Yar not getting bitten.”
“You don’t know.” Seeing Jim like this made you think. You didn’t want to die alone, you didn’t want to turn, you didn’t had the courage to do it yourself and you didn’t want Rick, Shane, Lori or ,in the worst scenario, Carl to do this. “Promise me”
“I ain’t promising you shit!” He didn’t understand why he got so angry at what you said and asked, it should be something normal to ask each other in a damn Zombie apocalypse. But the thought of you getting bitten… it bothered him in more ways that he could admit. “Stop talking no sense. We’re not losing anyone else to those fuckers.”
“I’m sorry.” Apologizing were becoming and habit that you didn’t want to keep, but how could you stop when you were afraid you hurt people.
“Ya don’t need to be.” He answered than he looked at you for some seconds before landing his eyes on the road again.
You decided against opening your mouth again, you pet Luna’s back and stared out of the window. When you were not looking Daryl stared at you for a little longer than what he should while driving. He over reacted, he knew it. He could not be good with his feelings and also short tempered, but he knew when he let it took the best of him. He had already lost Merle, he knew he was alive, but he was alone. Again. That wasn’t the first time Merle let him alone, and he didn’t know how it affected and made Daryl feel. In a world so big like this, maybe they’d never see each other again and he would never know. At the moment, you were the only friend he had. Could he call you a friend? And even though, there was other people that were polite to him, you were the only one that would talk more than 2 words to him. Not that he made a big effort to have a conversation to others, but you seemed to not care his short answers. The thought of you being bitten and he being left alone again, felt as if a giant rock was put on his chest. He didn’t like all this thoughts, but he couldn’t just stop them. His right hand went to Luna’s head that once again was on his lap, and he could not help but grow fond of the dog.
It was almost night when you arrived at the CDC. The place was a cemitery, there were bodies everywhere and some walkers too. You all got our of the cars and went to the entrance of CDC. All was closed, with heavy strong metal doors. You knocked, called, pleaded but there was no answer. Some started to not believe anymore on the possibility of the CDC having someone in there, but you couldn’t stop believing. You were already there, it was getting dark and it was not safe being outside. When you had lost hope, Rick saw the camera moving and you continued asking for help until the big metal door opened and you could see the big iluminated hall inside the building. You filled your lungs with hope and could breath relieved that you would have a place to stay.
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stop being a goblin and let me kiss you
part 3
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‘ok. ok! you just, you just gotta be cool munson. be casual. chill. just like, vibe, yeah? yeah. no more funny business.’ eddie holds his fists up to himself in the dinky bathroom mirror. a couple of jabs, a quick one two, that’ll clear his head.
clear his head enough to go out and deal with steve fucking harrington again and his stupid stupid face and neck and tongue and like pretty fucking ankle bones. fucker.
see eddies not blind, and he’s not that dumb, he knows he flirts with steve and he knows steve flirts back. he just. cant deal with it just yet. it’s like every time he’s around the guy he blacks out and resurfaces red faced and half hard. but the point at which his vision fades and all hell breaking loose seems to vary so completely that he can’t stop it happening.
their conversations will start normal, a jolly lark, a guffaw here, a story there but then bam! someone said or did something that shifted his functioning brain capacity from 60% on a good day to like -5% and that’s being generous.
he just can’t get his ratty little self to either 1) stop liking steve harrington in a gay, gay, homosexual way. or 2) accept that someone like steve harrington could possibly like aforementioned rat himself eddie munson and actually process his feeling into a reaction that’s more than; red, red, half a boner, sweaty palms, red.
so he took a second to hide in the bathroom. that’s fine, that’s kind even. self care, as robin likes to say when she paints her nails on top of steve’s head when he sits on the computer at work. he likes to make the chair super low because apparently it helps his posture and he need to keep an eye on his posture or else he’ll end up like his great uncle melvin, or something.
self care time is over however because robins knocking on the little bathroom door, hollering about needing to get home to practice for her english presentation tomorrow. so it’s time for eddie to put his big boy pants back on and get in steve’s car.
eddie full body shudders.
‘finish writing you sad boy poems on the stall walls in there? roses are red, violets are blue, i like big dumb jock boys but can’t seem to accept they like me too, even if my very cool very in the know friend robin tells me too. hm?’ robin slings an arm over his shoulder and steers him back to the table.
eddie sniffs, crossing his arms ‘that last bit doesn’t rhyme so, i will be ignoring all of it. F for u buckbey.’
‘not everything has to rhyme perfectly u know. it can still fit together just fine as it is.’ she tugs on one of his curls before slipping back into steve side, finishing off the last of his milkshake and hauling him out of the booth because she ‘has shit to do dingus.’
too smart for her own good that chick. eddie loves her. he’s also going to move away and never talk to her ever again, maybe steal her collection of berets too, become a hat guy, once he reinvents himself. yeah.
steve is putting a few bills on the table, slinging his jacket over his shoulder. ‘just fries tonight ed’s? that makes you kind of a cheap date don’t you think?’ tapping eddie under the chin before following robin to the door, smacking his palm on the frame above on the way out. because of course he does, the neanderthal. all broad shoulders and biceps and ass.
there a second where eddie thinks steve could smack him like that but then he feels his vision spotting. can a guy not catch a break around here? jesus!
the car ride is a blissful reprieve due to cyndi lauper coming on, which had steve and robin performing a duet. which then needed to be tweaked and discussed in detail ready for the next time that specific song came on the radio.
it was honestly nice to watch. eddie had walked to family video that day because his van keeps playing up after it’s stint hidden in the woods. poor girl just needs a day off once in a while so eddie walks and then listens to car duets from two very much none singers. but it nice. makes his heart all yucky and warm.
until robin is leaving. leaving him alone to be a big nerd with a future. leaving him alone to make a fool of himself again. his ego is big and he likes to keep it that way.
‘you coming up here then’ steve shifts slightly, looking as far as he can over his shoulder at eddie huddled behind the drivers seat. ‘no’ he squeaks because last time steve got all up in his face getting his tape box out of the glove compartment. rifling through it while it was on eddies lap. so close eddie could smell the apple from his shampoo and the cigarette they’d shared earlier.
self care.
‘ooh you want the full harington taxi service do you? i see, well then govna, where too is it?’ steve tips his invisible cap and has the most awful cockney accent eddies ever heard, and he did middle school theatre.
‘geeze, just take me home dude.’ eddie shoves through the gap between the seats, landing heavy in the passenger. crossing his arms and trying to hide his smile behind his hair.
‘there he is. out of the shadows.’ steve tucks some of his curls behind his ear. eddie sees the soft smile out of his peripheral. tries to swallow the cotton in his mouth. steve turn back to the road ‘let’s rock ‘n roll’ he revvs the engine, wiggling his eyebrows, before checking his blind spot and pulling away into a cushy 30mph.
eddie looks out the window and hides his grin in his palm.
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Take me home (Conrad Fisher x Y/n)
Summary: Con picks Y/n up in the middle of the night after ignoring her for weeks and takes her to the beach house.
Warnings: Swearing, kissing, drinking, drunk driving, arguing, cancer, death, sadness
Words: 8.9K
(Not my GIF :) )
I wasn’t nervous when he called me, we had spoken since summer, for a few weeks before he completely shut me out, so I just wasn’t expecting it.
It was twelve in the morning when his name appeared on the screen.
“Connie 💓”
The pink heart signifying confusion, on the last night of summer we camped at the beach, just the two of us, he had an argument with his dad but didn’t want to leave Cousins on a bad note, none of us ever did. So he just took what he needed and set off. I wanted to follow him, but I was scared about what everyone was going to say.
So when Susannah said “Could you go to him Y/n?” I don’t want him to be alone,”. Her request was more than enough, I got suitably ready and headed to the beach. His tent was set up just in the perfect place, so that the wind would have trouble reaching it, and he was setting up a little fire.
That night we talked for hours and hours, we even kissed, but it wasn’t a quick peck, it wasn’t one of those steamy, heated make outs either, it was a perfect longing kiss, that stood for all it needed to between us. After that we just held each other and talked until we both fell asleep.
The next day we were all set to leave Cousins, we didn’t speak a word of anything that had happened the night before, still at least we weren’t ignoring each other, thankfully. Susannah gave me a bright smile and a ‘thank you’ hug when we returned. Though I think she knew that she helped me more than I’d helped her.
After that we didn’t speak for a month, I didn’t know how to start a conversation without bringing up what had happened and Con wasn’t reaching out either, so I thought maybe that was for the best until one day my phone rang at nine or ten-ish.
“Can we talk?” His voice was shaky and tired, I wanted to just nod, my mouth feeling dry like a desert but of course he wouldn’t have been able to know that.
“Yeah of course” I replied meekly, we didn’t about that night though, we talked about anything and everything just to keep the conversation going. It wasn’t hard, no matter how much we ever talked about we never ran out of things to say.
At first these calls started out a few times a week, but not after long we would be talking every night. My family knew there was something going on but I wouldn’t tell them who I was calling every night, they would go mental.
Then there came a time where he was always out or too tired to call, or literally have any other excuse, after a few days of his rejections I gave up trying to reach him. He didn’t reach out either until that night… at twelve in the morning.
I was reluctant to pick up at first, hovering my thumb over the green phone button. It was either the fourth or fifth ring when I had the guts to press the button. There was silence on the other side of the call, all I could hear was the noise of traffic- maybe it was an accidental call, for a second my heart sank.
“Hello?” I managed.
“Hi… Y/n I’m on my way to your house, I need to see you, I need to get away” I furrowed my brows, was this boy drunk?- no he wasn’t stupid enough to get behind the wheel drunk.
“What are you taking about Conrad?” I needed him to be clearer.
“I am half an hour away from your house, I need to see you, I’m keeping to that promise I made you” he said, I sat up all of a sudden I knew exactly what promise he meant, and I was angry at myself that I got so excited so quickly, it was like just after one call my heart had forgiven him. Well my head hadn’t.
“Con-“ I started but he knew what I was going to say.
“I know I’ve been a dick, I’m sorry. You can stay angry at me but can you just please. Please. Just get your stuff and meet my around the corner- ok?” I have never to this day heard his voice to have so much hurt and worry.
“Ok” I replied, simple and short. He said he’d drop me a message when he got here so I got out of bed and started to shove some clothes into my bag, with my brain still half asleep it was hard to think logically about what I needed.
I wrote my mom a note, she was going to be gone on her author tour a few more days, she would see it when she gets back, if I’m not back by that time. Steven was spending the holiday at school cramming in for some super important exam and Belly was away spending time with Taylor’s family in their mountain house.
Literally as I was checking all the doors and window were shut my phone in my pocket went off. I had changed into leggings and a hoodie, seemed more appropriate than Winnie the Pooh pyjamas.
When my hand was on the door handle I took a pause to really reconsider. What was I doing? Leaving in the middle of the night to meet the boy who has been ignoring me for weeks without telling my mother. I sounded like a fool even to myself, at least it was break in school, and I was going to turn 18 in a few months anyway so she couldn’t be too angry at me.
I hated that I could justify his actions so quickly, but my heart skipped a beat at the thought that he drove here for hours to see me, that he was waiting outside for me, no one else.
I locked the door after I had stepped out, it was much colder than I had originally anticipated, the cold December and January followed by an even colder February.
When I rounded the corner I could see him in the car, all the lights were off and he sat there looking down at his phone, I was swallowed down and took a deep breath.
He looked up as I approached and a shy smile found its way over his lips, my face couldn’t help but mirror. He stepped out of the car and took my bag placing it in the back without saying anything. When he shut the back door he turned back to face me, finally.
I bit into my lip and my heart broke into a frenzy, wasn’t this all I had ever wanted? So why was it so scary…
He opened his arms and for a second I wasn’t going to, but how could I not?
Slowly I stepped towards him, my arms wrapped around his middle, head against his chest, his heart was beating pretty fast too… or that could have been the rash beating of my own in my ears. Finally, after what felt like years his arms came to a close around me, he laid his chin on my head, then continued to lay it on my head. His finger ran gentle marathons around my back and shoulders.
He was so warm in contrast to the outdoor breeze, after a moment he pulled me even closer which I didn’t think was possible, his hold tight.
When I started to shiver he let me go.
“Right let’s get in, I brought you my blanket” he opened the passenger door, the heat from inside felt like heaven. I spilled in fast to avoid the heat escaping.
He got in as well and turned the engine on quickly so that the heating would start again.
“Ok let’s do this, let’s hit the road,” he said looking to me with a smile, more to reassure himself than me, it was so rare anyone got to see one of those anymore. I did like to pretend that when we called he was in his bed, staring at his ceiling smiling, that’s what I was doing.
The moon was shining particularly bright this night, as if was carving the way for us, I wanted to ask why he started ignoring. Whether I had said something? Or maybe he found some else? Not that we ever talked about those talks being anything more than platonic.
“How have you been?” he asked as if he didn’t crush my heart those couple weeks ago.
“I’ve been alright,” I didn’t know what else I could reply without everything I was feeling spilling out like sick after a particularly fun drinking night.
It was nice seeing him outside of his summer element, I had gone to visit Susannah and the boys a few times between summers, mostly because I wanted to get more involved in all the charity work she did. Being the amazing woman she is, she let me come to talks, ceremonies, fundraisers and even introduced me to some amazing people that could be the key to my future.
This was different though, it felt different, Conrad had a gray sweater on with black trousers, he was paler than usual, his hair was still the same though, messy like a little boy’s.
Cousins too looked different in the winter season, this is the first time I have come to this place outside of summer, there was never any need. I had always wanted to though, to see this place with snow or at least just the cold. But now that I was seeing it, all empty, it felt strange, and I couldn’t wait for summer again.
“What were you expecting? Lots of people wandering around in their winter coats?” he chuckled as he looked over at me, “This place is very seasonable, pretty much like abandoned during the winter,” he continued.
“Do you come here a lot during the colder times?” I couldn’t help but ask.
He shook his head before replying, “Not really, mom hates it, she says it ruins the spell of summer, I’d only come once, I planned on staying the week while fixing some problem that was going on in the house, but I’d managed to sort it out faster than expected and went home two days into the trip,” I nodded at his reply.
We stopped at the local 24/7 corner shop to get some groceries, we were walking on thin ice, dancing around the subject of the time of silence between us, and this trip. How long were we going to stay? Was anyone else going to be joining us? All the questions left unanswered. Conrad walked with confidence around the store picking out an array of foods, enough to last the two of us, Susannah had raised him well.
The house too was different, much colder for sure, the second we stepped in the silence was deafening, lots of stuff was stashed away for the time we didn’t spend here, all ready to be brought out in the summer when we arrive.
“If you go turn the heating on I’ll start the fire, if you could also start grabbing the groceries I’ll come and help put them away in a second,” he said settling right in, I wondered if this was what it would be like, living with Conrad if we were older, shopping together, co-existing, in a partnership. With him in mind even the mundane things like putting away the groceries seemed like a fulfilling and satisfying task.
Quickly enough the fire was started, and the house started to heat up, we made hot chocolates with whipped cream and marshmallows in the kitchen while organising everything. He had taken a sip before stashing away the box of cereal into a top cupboard. I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
He turned around in a flash, “What are you giggling about?” he asked with a smirk, I covered my mouth with my hand, he had a thick white moustache of cream planted along the top of his lip.
“What?” he asked again reaching his hands to tickle my sides, he knew how badly ticklish I was.
“Don’t you dare,” I say with a real warning in my face.
“What are you laughing at then?” he didn’t lower his hands.
“You’ve got a moustache old man,” I stook my tongue out and began to run away, he chased after me in the kitchen, shouting how when he got to me I was done for.
“I’m only two years older than you!” he exclaimed. I was quickly getting out of breath, running through the front room, the hallway and back into the kitchen, I came to a stop in hopes of having a sip of my drink while it was still warm. Rooky mistake. That’s when he got me, I was standing backwards to him. His hands flew to my waist and he started to tickle me, I tried to get away from him.
One of his hands moved to my neck to continue tickling me and the other wrapped around my waist to stop me running away. I turned around to face him.
“That’s enough! Stop-“ I kept saying, I was laughing so much that I was physically in pain, “I take it back! I take it back! I’ll get it off for you I swear! Just stop ahh-“ he didn’t, not for another few minutes, we backed into a counter when he stopped.
I was out of breath, his grin was wide, like a proud child’s. I shook my head and lifted my hands to wipe the cream off his face, he lowered his head. His hands ended up on either side of the counter around me, caging me in. I wiped the cream into the hand towel next to me then turned back to look at him.
His stare was intense, neither of us said anything, I was scared to breath. Scared that this peace, this mutual understanding between us could shatter with a simple sound. I wish I had known what he was thinking there and then.
As if called upon my phone started to ring on the island, he quickly broke out of the spell, he ran his hand through his hair and stepped away from me. I walked towards the phone having a feeling I knew who was calling, mom would just think I was still at home, so I had to keep it together.
“I’ll- uh I’m going to put a few more pieces of wood in and extend the couch alright?”
I turned the phone around to see a friend’s number, it was only four in the morning, the ride to cousins was usually about three hours but the road was empty, so we got here faster, my mother wouldn’t even know it. I answered Ali, she was crying, her boyfriend had just walked out on her, she wanted me to come over, I ran my hand over the creases on my forehead. I explained that I was away, she ranted for about fifteen minutes before assuring me that she was going to be fine and call our other friend Robin. I bid her goodbyes and went in the front room.
The fire was harsher than before but at least it was warm, then Con came in through the front door with our bags. I went to sit on the sofa where he threw the blanket from the car alongside some others and a few pillows, I abandoned my hoodie.
“Was it your mom?” he asked leaving the bags in the hallway and coming into the front room, he sat down on the armchair and not next to me how I thought he would, I tried not to show my disappointment, instead focusing on that notion that it was not my mother who called.
“No it was my friend Ali, tough situation with her boyfriend, walked out on her. He’d been ignoring her for a few days, and she just wanted to talk it out but he didn’t have anything to say evidently,” I said, quickly apologising for rambling, Conrad probably didn’t want to hear this. He had been fiddling with his hand as I talked about it.
“He’s a dickhead, he probably doesn’t deserve her,” he said finally. The atmosphere had fallen a little I could sense it, maybe he saw himself in Ali’s boyfriend as he ignored me too, but yet here we both were.
“Aren’t you cold over there?” I tried to make my voice sound cheerful “There’s plenty of blankets over here if you want to join me?” I said lifting up some of the blankets, he looked at me and smiled with his eyes closed.
“Y/n,” he started and then closed his mouth with a sigh.
“Yes grumpy?” I asked.
“I don’t want to scare you,” he said, my head snapped to face him, my eyebrows furrowed, scare me?
“Conrad I’m not scared of you, where did you get that idea?” I didn’t know whether to chuckle at him or be concerned, I’d known him my whole life.
“Not of me, but of this,” he motioned between the two of us, “This thing that we’re doing? I don’t want to overwhelm you” he made it clearer. I wanted to argue him say that we weren’t doing anything, remind him that he’d been ignoring me these last few weeks, but I couldn’t. Something wouldn’t let me.
I lifted the blanket which I was cuddled under, the one from the car, it was his from home in Boston maybe he even took it to collage with him, it smelled like him, “Con, I’m almost eighteen and-“ I had to take a pause before I continued, “And if I didn’t want this to happen why would I be here right now?” my eyebrows lifted when I asked.
He didn’t answer, he just nodded and came to sit next to me, still a little apprehensive, “I don’t bite” I laughed and moved closer towards him laying my head on his shoulder. I was looking at the fire but I could feel his eyes on me, when I snuggled in he put his arm around me and sighed. We sat like that for a while, he kissed the top of my head and I looked up to him.
His eyes travelled between my eyes and my lips, and I found that mine were doing the same thing. He started running his fingers on my back, drawing an array of wonderous shapes and patterns.
“Are you sure you want this?” He whispered as his face got closer to mine. I swallowed down, his stare so intense that I was sure I could get lost in his eyes, the only thing I could do was nod and lean in. The kiss was gentle, as if his lips were barley on mine, the fire crackling in the background.
He pulled away just a little, to check I was ok, when he saw the smile playing on my lips his moved his hands to my cheeks and kissed me again, still gently. And again. I moved my hands to the back of his neck, my body shifting for both our comforts. His hands travelled to my shoulders, caressing them, the way his fingers ran along my arms was enough to make me shiver.
He was so gentle, it was all so amazing, too amazing to be true. “I want this to be perfect for you,” he whispered laying his forehead on mine, “Is this all okay? Tell me if you want me to stop,” he reassured me. And another smile spread over my face, like I couldn’t help it.
“You’re amazing Conrad,” I said and then kissed him, this time it was harder, hungrier. He was still gentle and respectful but there was a need behind it. My hands went to his hair and his to my neck, like he needed me to live, like keeping me close to him was the only way he could stay alive. The fire slowly dying out without the supply of new wood.
I’m not sure how long we spent entangled in each other but at some point we ended up lying down next to each other on the extended couch, there were eight bedrooms in this house and yet everyone was always most thankful for the convertible couch. We were comfortably close, taking up less than half the space. His arms were around him, my back to him, his breath tickled against the back of my neck, every few minutes he leaned forwards and kissed my neck, and a little down my back.
This was nice. Just us here at the summer house. I guess to me it didn’t really matter where were just that we were there together. Right now in this gentle state, everything felt so fragile but it also felt like nothing could ruin what was happening.
His breathing was slow in the morning, my head was on his chest as I woke up, his arms still around me, legs tangled together under the blankets. I took a deep breath; I would have cried if this turned out to be a dream. For a few minutes while I laid there, at first admiring him, then looking around the house, I was scared it wasn’t really happening. That I was going to wake up any minute and find out this was all just a horrible dream.
“Good morning,” A groggy morning voice whispered next to me, he smiled when he looked at me, he sat up leaning on his one arm to I assume have a better view. He rubbed his eyes before leaning down and kissing me right on the lips, softly and sweetly.
“Morning,” I replied back when he pulled away a little, our noses still touching, he smiled and kissed me again, and again, and again.
“I was thinking scrambled eggs for breakfast?” he asked, I nodded, “Ok great, I’ll get on it,” he goes ready to sit up. It was an instinct, a natural movement. I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me.
“Shall we say in 10?” I asked turning to snuggle into him, I listened to his heartbeat, in comparison to mine his was like calm waves after a stormy night, like a still pool, he was peace.
After he got up to make the said breakfast I started cleaning up the front room, I pushed the couch back together, we ate together at the table watching the cold waves and the fog outside the glass sliding doors. We talked and laughed. That day was spent playing cards, reading, watching some show on Netflix under blankets, not that I was paying attention much. We took this day to ourselves, to just be together. That night we cooked dinner together, we had some music and when the food was in the oven Con started dancing around.
“Will you do me the honour?” he ask bowing in front of me.
“Stupid idiot,” I said rolling my eyes at him, but inside my stomach was doing little flips.
“You know you want to,” he grabbed my hand and twirled me, the chorus of the song came on and we danced around the kitchen, the main lights were turned off, we only left on the fairy lights. Susannah taught us this dance, then she’d turn the song on at least once a day because she loved to see us dance. That night we slept on the couch again.
The next day we went out, drove to town, it was still great even though pretty much everything was closed, it was a rainy, windy day. Con held my hand as we strolled through the streets. There was a man with a really cute puppy walking by and he’d had asked if we wanted to pet her because I was staring at her, he told us her name was Lola, I couldn’t refuse. Instead of petting the dog with me Con pulled out his phone and captured a photo of me but refused to show me. The day was perfect, I could really see this being the rest of my life, we could even live here in Cousins.
It wasn’t until the next day that everything started to crumble. We woke up entangled in bed, he kissed me on the lips and went to make himself a coffee and me a tea. I cleaned up the couch and made my way to join him on the couch we moved into the kitchen. Around mid-day of the first proper day we pushed the kitchen table back and moved one of the couches from the second sitting room in there so that we could cuddle up while still enjoying the view.
He passed me my drink when I sat down in my pyjamas and messy hair.
“I love it like this,” I said, “Could you imagine this in the future?” The words slipped out, suddenly I was nervously awaiting his answer. After he didn’t say anything for a moment I brushed some hair behind my ear and turned to face him immediately regretting my question, “Sorry I didn’t mean to imply-” I started and thankfully my phone ringing cut my off because I was about to start rambling.
I took the phone out my pocket, the stress passed when I realised it wasn’t my mother, I wasn’t quite ready to confront her yet, it was Jeremiah. I furrowed my brows but got up quickly, answering.
“Hey what’s up?” I asked, not saying the name of the person in case Con wanted to take the phone off me.
“Have you been in contact with Con? He’s been kind of MIA recently these last couple of days, vaguely answering questions, constantly busy and Aubrey is getting worried,” When her name came out of his mouth I stopped, walking out of the kitchen, Conrad gave me questioning look but I just brushed him off.
“I thought those two broke up a little before last summer?” I asked sitting down on the stairs.
“Yeah they did, but when the news of mom having cancer again came out she reached out, she really liked our mom and then they started talking a bit more again. I don’t really know what’s going on between them but it’s my phone she’s blowing up when he’s not answering… Uh so yeah anyway, have you heard from him?”
“Uh, no, not recently, sorry,” I paused taking a deep breath, “Let me know when you get hold of him, I hope he’s okay,” I said, he agreed and ended the call. I took a minute to compose myself, take a deep breath before going back into the kitchen.
Con was still sat on the couch, he turned around as if I didn’t say what I had before the phone rang, was that why he couldn’t answer my question before? Because he had Aubrey waiting at home for him?
“Who was it?” he asked, arm on the header of the couch as he looked around at me. I tried to piece it all together, I was overreacting I was sure of it. I didn’t want to make this about me, Susannah was sick, she was the most important here, the happiness I have felt over these last few days was making me feel sick now. Aubrey was a safe space to him, they were together while his mom was well, I was the complete opposite, so was this house. He pretty much only ever saw me with him mom around. Only saw this house with his mom around.
I leaned one hand on the counter, the other ran across my forehead, “Why did you bring me here?” I asked, I tried hard to make my voice sound normal, it must have worked to some extent as he just look at me confused.
“What do you mean?” he laughed, “You said you always wanted to see Cousins in the winter,”
“Con you have been ignoring me for weeks, making up every excuse to not speak with me, and then we rock up here and you’re all loving and cuddly. None of your family know you’re here, why?”
“What are you talking about?” he asked more harshly this time, like I was picking at a particularly painful scab.
“It was Jere, wondering whether I had heard from you,” I could hear the pinch of sadness in my own voice.
He sighed, “If I had told him that I was coming here with you he’d only make a fuss about coming too, and I wanted this to be just us,” he confessed.
“Aubrey’s worried about you,” I said, this time I was emotionless.
“It’s not like that and you know it,” He stood up too.
“I’m not saying it is, even if it was there would be nothing wrong with it- it’s not like we said there was something going on. I know that she was in your life when your mom was healthy, Aubrey is like closure, I understand, she cares for Susannah too,” I explained.
“There has been nothing going on between us since we broke up before the summer, she just cares for my mom, they spent a lot of time with each other when we were together, Aubrey has been looking for closure with my mom not me,” he explained.
“Ok, I understand, I just wish you’d have talked to me about all of this instead of ignoring me,” I said and tried to put on my best smile.
“Ok I shouldn’t have ignored you when will you stop using that against me?”
“I’m not using it against you Con, but you seem to always have the best excuse for everything, I can’t do this,” I gestured to the air between us, “I can’t do this ‘in-the-middle’ ‘half hearted’ thing where you decide one minute we’re on and the next we’re not,”
“Why are you ruining this?” he sounded accusatory all of a sudden.
“I’m not trying to ruin anything, but when I asked about the future you couldn’t even say a word to me Conrad, be honest with me- what are we doing here?”
“You’re such a child,” he breathed rolling his eyes.
“Ow and you’re such an adult? I’m sorry that two years makes such a difference between us,”
“Don’t be a dickhead, do you know what talking about the future means? It means talking about a time where my mom won’t be here anymore,” I swear I saw the life drain from his face, his whole body when he said that sentence. I wanted to say ‘Don’t say that, that’s not true’ but I couldn’t get the words out my mouth, I knew the reality of it.
“It was a mistake coming here, bringing you here,” he said grabbing a jumper off of one of the kitchen chairs.
“Was being with me a mistake?” I asked, knowing that’s what he was insinuating , but I needed to hear him say it, to break my heart one last time so I could move on, block him out.
“Don’t put words in my mouth, I was never with you.” He said.
“So what were these last few days?” I let out a breathy laugh mixed with a sigh, I was getting really tired of this back and forth.
“Exactly what you wanted right?” his voice was raised a little.
“Was this not what you wanted?” Was all of this, all he had done all fake. For what? To dangle a carrot on a stick in front of me. He didn’t reply.
“Ok,” I said calmly.
“Ok? Is that all you have to say to me?” he asked, reaching for his keys.
“Conrad, if this isn’t what you want, something you never wanted I’m not going to fight for it because that’s not fair on either of us, I’m not some whining kid who throws a tantrum when they don’t get what they want, like you seem to think I am,”
“This was a mistake,” he repeated, looking right into my eyes, disgust filling his.
“Ok! You’ve already said, I heard you say it once, you don’t need to repeat it, make me feel even more shit about myself and these last few days,” I was feeling physically sick.
“It’s over, it was never anything but you seemed to have a different idea in your head, so I’ll say it once and for all. This is over, there was nothing here,” and that was it. He had rushed out the door, I didn’t know where he was going, in the moment I hoped it was as far away from me as possible, not because I didn’t want him with me, but because I was scared we were going to explode each other. And that was much, much worse.
Still the tears prickled in my eyes, I was glad he had left but the other part of me couldn’t believe he’d leave me here all by myself. I took a deep breath and waited by the front door, hoping that maybe, maybe he wouldn’t turn the car engine on and come back inside. That shattered when I heard the engine rev outside. Then I saw the lights from the back of his car pull out from the driveway. He was gone.
I turned around to the empty house, leaned myself against the door a tried taking deep breaths but they came out rash and uncontrolled. As tears started to flood my eyes I let myself slide down the door to the floor.
I reached for the phone in my pocket and dialled the only number I knew I always could. There was two rings before I heard the voice on the other side of the phone.
“Mom-“ I said in tears, in moments she sounded more alert and worried.
“Y/n honey, what’s going on? Breathe, talk to me,”
“Mom I’m in Cousins,” I paused after I said this, pushing my hand into my hair, I was waiting for her reaction, for her to explode, to scream at me. But that didn’t come.
“I know sweetie, with Conrad, now- are you hurt? Is Connie ok? I need you to tell me why you’re crying,” she sounded caring but assertive at the same time, she could never just be one or the other.
“How did you know?” I asked in a state of surprise and shock.
“Con and I do talk you know, he was always my special boy and I was always his Laur,” she started and it made a smile want to creep up onto my face but I couldn’t let it, “He had told me how you wanted to see Cousins in winter, how he wanted to take you, he asked for weeks and weeks in the build up to winter,” she said, I could hear the smile in her voice. He had asked my mother to take me here, he wanted to make sure I didn’t get in trouble, he had truly thought of everything to make this time perfect.
“Y/n- now can you please tell me why you’re crying?” this time she sounded serious, I swallowed down and took a deep breath while trying to dry some of the tears out of my eyes.
“He’s gone…” I said and before I could continue she was screaming fifty million different questions down the phone, “Mom! Can you just let me speak- please!” I exclaimed, she stopped, “We- we argued and he, he just got his keys and left, took the car and left,” she mumbled something under her breath but I didn’t press her on it.
Laurel offered to drive down but I couldn’t stop her press tour, her new book which she co-wrote with Castillo was fantastic and she deserved to celebrate it, I was a big girl now. She let me cry to her for a while until I calmed down, she had to leave for one of her talks and I had reassured her that I was going to be fine. At the end of the call she did make a comment about me leaving home without telling her, that if it happened again I’d be grounded for life, I laughed at her comment even though she was half serious.
I started cleaning up around the house, folding the blankets, setting the pillows neatly. I tided up the kitchen and did a round of washing, anything to distract me from my thoughts. I was quickly done, Conrad and I both being clean people we didn’t leave much of a mess. So I quickly found myself sitting on the couch watching some on TV, show after shoe for hours. I put on one of Con’s hoodies, watching those hours go by, I think it must have been half past eleven when I had dozed off to sleep.
I woke up at a little past one, checking my phone to see if he’d text or called. Nothing. Only my mother asking for an update. I left her on opened while I tried to call Con, three time but none of the times did he answer. I hoped he would read my messages instead:
Con, just come home.
Please.
I’m worried.
When I didn’t get a reply within a few minutes I text mom back and then put on another film. I tried so hard to stay awake, but it was impossible, the stress was eating me from inside out. I had to let my body sleep before it gave up on me.
A ring woke me up, I rubbed my eyes with the sleeves of Con’s hoodie expecting it to be my mother calling me after another one of her book parties, but it wasn’t her name on the screen. It was Conrad’s. I answered quickly.
“Y/n..?” he asked, his voice shaky.
“Con- Conrad where are you? What are you doing?” I asked, I wanted to scream at him for not answering my texts, or even just my calls, for not letting me know he was okay.
“I’m sorry, this wasn’t meant to be like this, this week it was meant to be perfect, just us. Just us at the beach house,” his words were slurred.
“Have you been drinking?” this woke me up real quick, I was perfectly awake now, getting on my feet walking around the front room, biting my nails before our exchanged.
“I may have had a little to drink,” he answered coyly.
“You’re drunk,” I confronted him.
“I had a little to drink, I’m sorry,” he said again, “I shouldn’t have left but I’m coming back now,” I stopped. Dead in my tracks.
“Tell me you are in a taxi or that someone else is driving that vehicle,” I hadn’t even clocked onto the notion that he was in a car.
“Y/n I can drive perfectly well, I’m fine,” He didn’t sound fine. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak it was as if my feet with glued to the floor. As if there was loud drums right next to my ears ringing. I had thought in my heart that this boy would never be stupid enough to drink and drive.
Tears started to fall down my face, “Stop the car, pull over Conrad,” I commanded, there was no more ‘Con’ or ‘Connie’ this time he’d fucked up.
“I can’t, I’m fine I’ll be there in a few minutes,” he tried to reassure me, my voice was raised when I spoke again, “Conrad I said pull the fucking car over- now, do you know what could happen to you-” then the worst, horrific images of what could happen to him pulled up in my head.
I was now crying, he was trying to make me calm down but I wasn’t having it, “Conrad you’re scaring me, please, please, please stop. Just stop. I’m scared. Please stop,” I felt like a child. Lost, searching for their parent at a carnival crawling with people. Helpless. Still I could hear the vehicle drive forwards.
“Conrad- if you love me, even a little you will stop that car,”
“Y/n-“
“Conrad stop the fucking car, if something happens to you I swear to god- I- I-“ I didn’t know what I’d do, I would blame it on myself. I was sitting on the floor now, arms wrapped around my knees.
“Ok- ok, I’m pulling over,” he said, it wasn’t long before I heard him switch off the car, my breathing slowed and suddenly the world was becoming quiet again.
“Where are you Conrad?” I asked. He told me exactly where he was, it really wasn’t far, a twenty, twenty-five minute walk. I wrapped up in some layers and told him not to move. It was dark outside but thankfully there were plenty of lampposts and I knew the way down this area like the back of my hand.
After a while I could see the car in front of me, there he was, sat in the front head on the wheel, thankfully my heart had slowed down. He was ok. I walked to over and opened his door, automatically the lights in the car had turned on.
He turned to look at me but couldn’t, focusing on the ground instead, “Y/n listen-” he started reaching out to grab my hand but I pulled away, “Don’t start- just don’t” I said, I could have been crying tears of happiness but the anger that overtook me was too real.
“What an earth were you thinking?” I tried to scream but my voice wasn’t louder than a whisper, my voice cracked halfway through.
“I’m sorry I left, I always fuck everything up, I never show up when I should,” he couldn’t look me in the eyes.
“Come on, get up I’m going to drive,” I reached from his arm trying to pull him out of the driver’s seat.
“Y/n… take me home,” he murmured as I wrapped my arms around him to drag him out, I backed away a little to look at his face, he still stared at the ground.
“Conrad I can’t drive to Boston right now, I’m exhausted, and still on an emotional high, and we can’t leave the house a mess,” I started listing all the excuses I could. Partly all the reasons were true, but on the other hand that would mean whatever happened here would be over, and there was this fear in my chest that we would be right back to ignoring each other.
“No- where are you going?” he asked.
I shook my head in confusion, “I’m going back to the beach house where else would I be going in the middle of the night?” I asked.
That’s when he looked at me, his eyes were clearer than ever, it was like his whole soul was bring ripped out of his body.
“That’s where I want to go,” he said. I paused. Did he intend to say that wherever I was going was home for him? Or did he simply mean the beach house was his home, that was true too.
“Yes, that’s where I’ll take you, but you have to get out of the driver’s seat Conrad,” I repeated.
“I don’t like it when you call me that, it makes me think you’re angry at me,” he whispered, I am angry at you dickhead! I said in my head.
“Ok, come on Connie, I’m cold, let me help you,” I said and finally he complied. He started to get up, this time willingly making it easier for me to help him. After getting him into the passenger seat I ran over to the driver’s seat and turned the engine on.
The drive home was silent, apart from the few ‘I’m sorry’ from Conrad, I didn’t reply, he probably couldn’t hear me behind his hazy state anyway.
I helped him out the car and onto the couch, he just sat there, head in his arms. I stood in the doorway messaging my mom, and Belly who mom must have called because I had about a million messages from her asking if I was ok, what was happening. I missed out the whole drunk driving part, just letting them know he was home safe.
After that I made my way to the couch, leaning my head and body against the back of the couch. Con started to lift off of the couch, for a second I thought he was going to throw up so I went to stand up too, he’d probably need to be guided to the bathroom but he laid his hands on my knees and kneeled in front of me.
“I’m sorry Y/n, don’t be angry at me, or do be angry at me I deserve it,” he sat down in front of me, resting his head on my knees. Lifting one hand to move one of mine into his hair, like muscle memory I started to brush through the tangles, easily brushing them out.
“I’m the kid, I’m the one who behaves childish, you just… you just remind me of her, your smile makes me think of her smile, and then I feel guilty for feeling happy when I’m with you while she’s in Boston in her bed dying,” he had tears in his eyes now too.
“I love her too Conrad, and I know this must be much, much worse for you because she’s your mom, but she’s like a mom to me too and I also love her more than I can express, no one will ever tell your that you’re not allowed to grieve what has been and what is going to happen. I am here for you, to get through this together, because it’s horrific and there isn’t a day where I don’t think about what more I could have done, screw that- there isn’t an hour where I don’t think about one of the times I decided to go and party instead of staying in a watching a movie with her, or baking treats or even just talking like she wanted. I am hurting too, and I really, really can’t deal with this back and forwards Con, and if I can’t do it, then how can you?” I was fully sobbing now.
“I’m sorry, I want to fix this, I need you,” he said.
“Conrad you can’t hurt me like this again do you understand? If this happens again I will walk out and not come back. You cannot ever get behind the wheel after drinking, if we lose her, and then I lose you I don’t know what I’d do, I couldn’t live, what about Jere. do you understand?” I repeated.
All the cards had been laid out on the table, we were both broken.
“I won’t, I’ll never hurt you again. I love you Y/n”
“Come here,” I whispered, I couldn’t say those three words to him, not like this, not in this moment, maybe I could one day but the future seemed hazier now than ever, all I wanted to do was get to tomorrow, or well later. He stood up and sat next to me on the sofa, we held each other and just cried, grieving what would never be, for Susannah.
I didn’t wake up until about half past eleven. Conrad wasn’t there when I opened my eyes but the car keys were still in the middle of the table. I heard his voice from the kitchen. I tip toed towards his voice.
“Hey mom,” his voice in a questioning manner.
“Yes sweetie?” It was Susannah, her voice loud and clear over the speaker, it was hard to image her laying sickly in her bed when she sounded perfectly normal, cheerful and self-assured.
“I think I really fucked up this time,” he whispered into the microphone, I knew I shouldn’t be listening in but I couldn’t help it.
“Connie, my dear boy, I may not make it to this day but I know, in the bottom of my heart that you will see Y/n walk down the isle in her beautiful white dress, you will have the best view because you will be the one stood there at the front. You’ll have tears in your eyes, which you’ll claim are allergies, but it will just be your heart fluttering. You will look at her and smile, you will be happy. You cannot, I repeat you cannot waste away your life in misery ok baby? Look at me I’m still here living every day as if were the best day of my life, I’ve done that my whole life and looking back at it, my life has been full of love, hope, excitement it has been fulfilling. If I have one wish for you, it’s that you look after her and be happy, she will look after you ok?” there was a silence, I rubbed the tears from my eyes.
“I promise mom, thank you, you always know the right thing to say,” she laughed on the other side of the phone.
“But I do want to live to the day you ask her to be your girlfriend, then you can come visit me,” she laughed, her laugh was one of the most beautiful I have ever heard.
“I love you mom,”
“I love you too Connie, please be happy,” she emphasised again.
I waited a few minutes before walking into the kitchen, he turned around from the Couch to face me, there was a smile planted on his face, “Hi” he said.
“Morning,” I smiled back.
“So here’s what I was thinking, tea and coffee obviously, then some breakfast and or well lunch and then we take a walk down to the pier? Play some arcade games and go out for dinner?” he was being so genuine.
“Yeah sounds good, I dibs on not washing up afterwards though,” I said walking over to the coffee machine to turn it on.
“I think we need to implement some rules here if this is going to work, the chef doesn’t clean, so when I cook you clean, if you cook I clean, deal?” He said making his way over.
I shook my head containing a smile, “You’ve got yourself a deal,”,
“Great,” he replied and gave me a quick peck, he went to pull away but I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him in, the kiss conveyed a million unsaid things, things that needed to be communicated but couldn’t be said.
He turned to make breakfast while I made us the drinks, while I was fetching the cups I suggested, “Hey maybe we should cut the trip a day or two short and I could come see Susannah?”
“Yeah that’d be great, she’d loved to see you,”
“Great,” I kissed him on the cheek and put the coffee on the counter next to him.
And so we did like he had suggested, we let yesterday’s past stay in the yesterday or well this morning. After we got back after dinner we sat outside, he set up a little fire and we toasted marshmallows, Susannah’s favourite. That’s when he me asked.
“I know it’s been a bumpy road, and there are many twists and turns yet to come but no matter what happens I want you to be next to me, I want to be next to you, so, will you be my girlfriend?”.
My heart fluttered, but I couldn’t help make a small joke, “I thought this was a mistake, sorry” I laughed as I said it, he pushed his lips together, trying to hold in his laugh, he closed his eyes and leaned back on his chair.
“Never letting that go huh?”
“Nope,” I laughed putting my marshmallow in my mouth, he watched with a grin as I ate, when I finished I said yes. How could not have?
The next five days were stolen from heaven, we spent two more days at the beach house, the last morning mostly cleaning, together, then we travelled to Boston, his hand was either on my leg or holding my hand the entire journey. We hadn’t told Susannah we were coming, she cried when she saw us. The next three days we spent together, Con and I, Susannah and Jere. Laughing, playing games, talking.
When Susannah passed a little later into the year I went to stay in Boston with the boys for two weeks, coming back to finish off some of my exams, then I was moving in with the Fisher boys. It was hard at first, not living with my mom and siblings, being alive without Susannah here, knowing that nothing was going to get between our little family, ever. We were content, but one day we’d be happy again, I knew it at the bottom of my heart, just like Susannah did. For now all that mattered was that we were all together, that summer we spent together in Cousins. And all the summers after that too. It’s where a couple of years later we got engaged and then married. We were all happy, and now every time we thought of Susannah we didn’t cry, we smiled and thanked her for all she had done, she wanted us to be happy and we were doing our best to make it happen. It was true, we were all happy.
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"June, are you alright?" Vittoria asked.
"Uh?"
"You've been so… off. Did something happen?"
"No, nothing."
"Then?"
"I guess I'm just a bit sad that the season has ended. It's been a good one."
"It has, yes. We may have only won the league, but that is huge."
"It is" June smiled. "So, how do I look?"
"Ugh, stunning. Me?" Vittoria said, doing a twirl.
"Also stunning. That photographer you fancy will have a hard time trying to not take photos only of you."
"Let's hope so" she sighed. "What about you?"
"What about me?"
"Is Chilly going to the party?"
"I don't know. And I don't care, to be honest."
"Oh my God, June. What did you do?"
"Nothing" she shrugged.
"June…"
"I did nothing, Vittoria. Why does it have to be me the one who did something?"
"You are actually right. He could have also done something, you both are equally stupid."
"Thank you" June replied, rolling her eyes.
"But something did happen, didn't it? Is that why you are acting weird?"
"Vittoria, nothing happened. Ben and I are just friends."
"Oh so that's it, then... He just wants you to be friends. Please tell me that's it and not that you fucked things up."
"I don't want to talk about it, so can we please go? If we are late Lauren is gonna get mad, and neither of us want to deal with that."
"Ok, fine. I'll stop asking. But June…" Vittoria said, taking her hand. "I'm your friend. You know you can trust me and tell me anything. About Chilly or about whatever."
"I know, and I'm very thankful for it" she smiled. "Shall we?"
"Yes, let's go party Chelsea style" Vittoria chuckled.
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"Congratulations on that award, June."
"Thank you, Mason."
"You look gorgeous tonight, by the way."
"You also look very nice yourself."
"Thank you" he smiled. "Though anyone looks good on a suit."
"I beg to differ" June said. "You can wear the best suit out there, that if the person wearing it doesn't have it…"
"And do I have it?" he smirked.
"You know you do, Mason. You know you do" she replied with a matching smile.
"Fancy a drink?" he asked.
"Sure" June replied, taking the arm he was offering her.
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"June, are you sure about this?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know. Aren't you and Chilly…"
"We are friends, Mason."
"That's what he said, but are you really sure? Because he is my best friend and I don't want to make things awkward or anything."
"We are just friends, nothing else. So shut up and kiss me, Mount."
"As the lady commands" he smiled.
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"Fucking hell, John. You scared me!" June said as she walked into the kitchen.
"Good morning to you too, sis. Looking for this?"
"Give me that" she said, snatching her underwear from his hand.
"I'm gonna have to disinfect that table, I can't leave my keys there anymore. God knows what you did there."
"You are so not funny, John" she said.
"Did you fuck anywhere else? The sofa? The dining table? I've heard you in the shower, but I guess the water has cleaned that already. Unless you did it against the sink. That will need disinfecting too, I wash my teeth there."
"John, shut up!" June said, her face burning.
"It's ok, sis. I'm happy for you. Ending the season with a bang... Or a few" he laughed.
"I hate you."
"I love you too" he smiled.
"June, have you seen my… Oh, John, hey."
"Mason?" he said, looking from him to his sister, his eyes wide.
"What are you looking for, Mase?" June said, ignoring John's look.
"My watch. I remember I took it off because it bothered me and now I can't find it."
"Have you checked under the bed?"
"Yep."
"And between the bed and the bedside table?"
"I have not. I'm gonna look there" he smiled before leaving the kitchen.
"Mason? He's the one you slept with? What about Chilly?"
"What about him?"
"I thought you two were going somewhere."
"We are just friends" she said, nervously folding and unfolding her underwear.
"June, what did you do?"
"Why do you all think I did something? Why can't it be him?" she said, raising her voice.
"Maybe because we all know how you like running away when things start to get serious with a guy?"
"I don't do that!"
"June, hey" John said, taking the piece of clothing from her hands before she tore it apart. "I'm your brother. You know you can tell me anything."
"I know" she whispered.
"Then tell me what happened with Chilly."
"Nothing" she said, wiping away a tear.
"June, please."
"He said he was falling in love with me, ok? And I freaked out and I left."
"Chilly is in love with you?"
"Mason" June gasped. She hadn't heard him come back.
"You said you were just friends. That there was nothing between you two."
"And there isn't."
"But he is in love with you, June. I just heard you say it. You lied to me. Both of you did."
"Mason, I can explain."
"There is nothing to explain. You used me, and now my friendship with Chilly may be over. Hope it was worth it" he said, leaving the kitchen.
"Mason, wait."
"Let him go, June" John said.
"No! I can't! I have to talk to him and…"
"And say what, uh? That you slept with him to try to forget that his best friend is in love with you?"
"I… I… fuck!" she said while kicking a chair, hearing the door of the apartment being closed with a loud bang. "I'm an idiot."
"You are a bit of an idiot, yes."
"And now I've lost them both" June cried.
"Hey, it's ok, sis. Come here" John said as he hugged her, her sobs making her whole body shake. "It's ok. It's gonna be ok."
But June wasn't so sure about it.
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Konig x reader
( cw-content warning: smut[for future parts], angst, mind games, monster(?)Konig, supernatural )
Part 1/?
I forgot to proof read so I apologize for any mistakes!
You knew Konig for a while now and also enjoyed working with him at the military base. You two started to flirt back and forth but it never got more serious between you two but you started to really like him and wished to be more than friends. But whenever things got a bit more serious between Konig and you he always got cold suddenly…
During another training session with Konig you two got really close and it seemed like he was finally about to kiss you. You leaned your head closer to him, closed your eyes, expecting to finally feel his lips on yours, your heart started to beat fast and then…nothing. You opened your eyes just to see Konig turn his head away and a surprisingly hurtful expression. You let out a hurt sigh and looked at him. "Konig.." You finally wanted to express your feelings to him thinking that this was the reason he was holding back but he stopped you: “Please don’t” He looked at you and you saw pain in his eyes. You tried again “Konig, I like you. If You don’t feel the same that's ok but this whole situation between us is..confusing.” Your voice started to shake a bit as you weren’t sure what he was thinking and was confused by his behavior.
Konig sat down on the floor with a defeated look on his face “Please don’t say this..” Was he crying? You couldn’t see his face clearly because of his mask. You felt a sharp pain in your heart. Was he just playing with you? Was this really just a stupid flirt for his entertainment? “I’m sorry” You said, trying to fight back your tears. Quickly turning around you left the training room and walked towards the women's showers, hearing Konig call your name behind you but you ignored it.
As the shower water hit you you couldn’t stop your tears anymore. How could he do this? Why didn’t he stop the flirting? Did he really not notice that you developed feelings towards him? Was he that stupid? Maybe I’m just stupid you thought to yourself as you walked towards your room after the shower.
Surprisingly you saw Konig in front of your door seemingly waiting for you. “I need to talk to you” His voice had a cold undertone and you just nodded even if you didn’t want to talk to him or see him. Both of you entered your room and you sat down on the sofa looking at him as he stood awkwardly in the room.
He let out a loud sigh and finally looked at you “I do like you too, I like you more than I should. That's also the reason why I can’t do this. You have no idea what I am..” his voice changed and had an almost evil undertone which made you shiver. You felt the sharp pain again in your chest not understanding what he was saying. Konig just continued “There is a reason why I’m the one who’s always asked to do the interrogations and why no one is allowed to be in the same room then” You felt even more confused not understanding why he suddenly talked about interrogations. It was true that he always got asked to do it and you also asked him a few times if you should join him for help but he never let you or anyone else to be in the room and he always closed the door from the inside. You started to get annoyed by him and stood up “Konig, if you are just not interested, just say it and stop playing with my feelings.” you sad with pain in your voice as you walked towards the door to ask him to leave. Two arms just suddenly grabbed you which made you flinch and Konigs eyes were staring into yours, wide open filled with a mixture of fear and there also was something sinister in them. “I’m a Monster y/n” He said without breaking eye contact “I beg you to forget all your feelings towards me because I can’t ignore mine and I don’t want to scare you” You felt a shiver down your spine. You never saw Konig like that. “What are you talking about?” Your voice was nothing more than a whisper
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are not a monster” you finally said. Did he really see himself as one? Sure he was really tall and with his mask he looked scary. He was a soldier after all. Konig looked at you and you couldn’t read his face at all “I did terrible things and I did terrible things to people.. I’m not a good person..” his voice got deep and almost harsh. You reached out to touch his cheek but he turned away “please don’t make this harder for me” - “Konig you are not a monster.. who told you that?” You wished so much that you could ease his pain. “Don't make me show you how I really am y/n..” you never heard this tone from him. His voice sounded almost sinister and as if he was torturing himself by saying this. “Konig you are not a monster” You said again finally reached his face and stroked his cheek softly. The touch seemed to give Konig a lot of pain as he squinted his eyes shut. “Fine” his voice echoed deep and sinister through the room and I felt a cold shiver over my body.
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chapter 23
the plan
warnings : crying, mentions of drowning,
ignore timestamps!
not proofread :)
locking yourself in your room was something you expected to do if niki confessed to you. but you didn’t expect to be sobbing while doing so.
it’s not like you could stop the tears, they kept raining down for no reason at all.
well there was a reason, and everything was your fault.
everything could have been prevented if you didn’t screw everything up. you and niki could have been a couple by now. but you had to leave in the middle of his confession.
thinking about your members made it even worse. maybe they were right, maybe you were just acting stupid.
you felt like you were so stupid. watching enhypen’s newest interview, seeing niki happily tease his members, his bright smile evident on his face. you clicked through countless videos, thinking it’ll make you feel better.
those videos only made you grow more and more unhappy.
you felt like you were drowning, everybody was mad at you and you didn’t know how to fix it. like everything is out of control and nothing can help. you hadn’t realized someone was knocking on your door until sieun barged in.
you quickly wipe your wet eyes, barely managing to make eye contact with her.
she starts off with, “okay so what really happened with niki?” she asks, sitting next to you.
your hands start fidgeting around, moving whatever and whenever they could, “why, so you can argue with me again? just leave me alone.” you grumble. she hesitantly wraps her arm around your shoulder, squeezing it as a sign of peace.
you two sit in silence, watching the video you were previously watching. sieun’s aura almost felt calming, and it managed to calm you down soon after the video was finished.
sieun decided to try again, asking “how are you feeling?” her tone softer than before.
“how do you think i’m feeling?”
ok so maybe it was a dumb question, sieun thinks, before realizing she should apologize.
“look y/n, i’m really sorry for getting mad at you, i should’ve realized that it’s not your fault and definitely should’ve not blown up at you in the group chat for that.” she pauses, before talking again, “and you don’t have to forgive me now, but if you ever need someone to talk to, i’m here.”
you smile at her apology, giving her a nod, letting her keep going.
“so, how do you want to fix this?”
how would you fix this? this mess wasn’t even fully your fault. but you thought niki deserved a huge apology. but with no contact with him anymore, it would be harder than you thought.
“i don’t know.” you flatly answer.
“why did you suddenly apologise?” you ask, suddenly remembering it’s been two days.
“because i thought about it, and realized i was being stupid,” she admits, giving you a sad smile.
“let’s think of a plan okay?”
you warmly smile at her, “sure.”
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sypnosis - a new idol variety show makes 4th generation maknaes take care of a kid for a month! what happens when niki gets paired with a random girl who he maybe had one interaction with a few months ago? and when the reality show ends, why does he want to spend more time with you?
a/n : lawl guess whos back!!
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no I keep thinking about how insanely ridiculous it is that isaac was apparently ignoring and avoiding colin for THREE WEEKS like I just refuse to believe it because it just makes some of 3x09 seem unsatisfactory and not make sense idk…do the writers even realise how long that is like TWENTY ONE DAYS of ignoring and avoiding someone you see and have to work and train alongside probably every day or most days during the season (training days & match days)???? that is MADNESS
if it really was three weeks how come nobody noticed anything was going on between colin and isaac until isaac yelled at colin on the pitch?? why didn’t we see any of the team or coaches going up to isaac or colin like “hey what’s going on with you guys you’re acting weird around each other”?? isaac was blatantly ignoring him to his face IN PUBLIC, like he refused to touch his hand TWICE in the locker room while SURROUNDED by their coaches and teammates, and you’re telling me not one of them saw that and thought “huh that’s weird”??? well maybe they did think it but again no one seems to notice in the scenes, like we don’t see any of them looking over at colin and isaac and seeming confused or something, and none of them say anything…I could understand them shrugging it off as “oh well maybe Isaac’s just in a mood today, maybe they just had an argument about something silly” if this behaviour hadn’t apparently been going on for three weeks like surely they must’ve noticed a pattern?? surely they must’ve realised something was seriously wrong once it went on longer than a week???? and side note, isaac not touching colin’s hand just seems stupid and excessive as well if his issue is not with colin being gay but with the fact that he thinks colin didn’t trust him enough to tell him or whatever but anyway
if it was three weeks why didn’t trent notice if his whole job in s3 was him observing the team every day, he’s been watching the team interact and play and train together for months at this point so surely he’d notice if the dynamic of two players who are usually close friends was off?? and why did colin wait THREE WEEKS to tell him, I would’ve told him after like 2 days of being ignored…and if it was three weeks then trent’s answer of “just give him time” really seems inadequate, I’m sorry trent I love you but he gave him THREE WEEKS already, how much more time can he possibly need????
also, if it was three weeks, I just feel like colin should’ve been angrier. he should’ve yelled at isaac. i love isaac ok he’s my best boy and I love their friendship but cmon…I guess colin isn’t a very angry/confrontational/aggressive person and he doesn’t hold grudges and maybe he didn’t yell at isaac when he came to apologise bc he was just happy to have his best friend back and he didn’t wanna fight, but?? THREE WEEKS???? i would’ve been FUMING. and anyway colin yelling at isaac would’ve hit harder especially if it happened in front of everyone, like imagine everyone just staring aghast like oh my god what is going on colin NEVER gets mad at anyone least of all ISAAC???? and personally if it had really been three weeks then isaac’s apology should’ve been a lot longer than just “sorry bruv” and he should’ve had a longer explanation of why he acted like that for THREE WEEKS 😭
so yeah I just…had to get that off my chest because I have been unable to stop thinking about it ever since I heard billy harris say that it was three weeks between 3x08 and 3x09 lmao but I refuse to believe it I just don’t think it makes sense for multiple reasons and it’s too sad for me to contemplate
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Not once have I ever seen you disprove any meaningful claim someone has brought up against you 💀💀💀
Y’all you must be high or something. I like how every time I defend Israeli citizens (because they are not their f-ing government- they are also victims of this war. Not just Palestinians. They are also victims too, just not the only ones) or call out any antisemitism that I see via anonymous ask ( I get a lot- some I even delete) I get hate messages.
It’s kinda funny that anons love to troll through jewish blogs and send them hate. Especially ones that defend Israel/ or both Israel and Palestine/ or just antisemitism. Funny I was gonna make a post about this since it’s something that I’ve noticed while scrolling through tumblr. If someone defends Israel (or even just the citizens-cuz remember folks they aren’t their government), of defends both Palestine and Israel- pro Palestine people, some anti Zionist people and full raging nazies (aka the fools cuz that’s what y’all are. Fools.) really loves to send hateful comments and messages to those blogs.
It’s really messed up when these fools also comments and messages blogs who’s post have nothing to do with I/P conflict. A Jew could just be sharing something good that is happening in their life or something and they automatically get attacked by fools. And don’t get me started on the pro Palestine protests. Y’all think it’s really ok to swarm around synagogues, hospitals, campus buildings and spew hate to those who literally have nothing to do with the i/p conflict. Congratulations fools you have now reached a level of stupidity that i have never seen before- and I’ve seen a lot of stupidity before.
Y’all must be bored or have so much time on your hands. So let me explain this to you all (again) on your level so that you and others hopefully understand. Hope y’all have your listening ears on and ready. And remember boys/girls/and non binary folks think before you speak. If you have any questions or comments-write them down and make sure that it isn’t something stupid. And yes I’m treating all of y’all fools like little kids (only little kids are more behaved then y’all, which is sad and funny). Let’s begin!
-Israel is not an apartheid state (Israel and Palestine have their own forms of government and own set of rules. Palestine has been under hamas control since the early 2000s. Hamas is the reason why Palestine citizens are living and dealing with shity situations. Also during this war, Israel has been giving Palestine citizens a heads up/warning on when they go on the attack and that they need to either evacuate the area or get to a safe area. One of the many reasons why so many have sadly lost their lives is because Hamas. Hamas have been telling their citizens to ignore the warnings, or directs them to “safety areas” that are under attack. Hamas doesn’t care about Palestine or their citizens. Nor do they care for Israel or Jews. I’ll touch on this more in a bit.) nor are they colonizers (you can’t be a colonizer if you have ties/connections/history to the land. Which they did before getting forcibly kicked out.) Remember the British had control of that region after the Ottoman Empire. There was no Palestine official state. That whole area was considered a British mandated state until the state of Israel and Palestine was formed. Also take note that any formation of a state or country is gonna be really messy and controversial. It’s part of history.
-did you know that Israel is the only jewish nation. Out of all the bloody countries- only one is a Jewish nation. A lot of Jews left their home countries for Israel because they were not wanted by their home country. It was either stay and be killed or leave to start a new life in a country that will open their arms for their jewish siblings. Europe kicked out a lot of their jewish citizens. A lot of Middle Eastern countries did the same too. A lot of lives were lost during this horrible time period. Those who didn’t go to Israel went to the United States hoping that they would be accepted with open arms. That did not happen. A lot of jewish families had to hide their identity and change their last names (because getting a job/home/etc was very difficult if you didn’t have an American sounding name). My great grandparents left Germany a little before ww1 due to the rise of antisemitism. When they got to the states they had to hide the fact that they were Jewish for their own safety. It’s been kept hush ever since. Which is really messed up. No one should have to hide their Jewishness but yet here we are…
- like I’ve mentioned before Hamas doesn’t care about its own people. If they did care about Palestine then they wouldn’t be withholding food/water/other essentials that was delivered for the people during the war. Nor would they be using their people as human shields. It’s really messed up. If y’all really cared about Palestine and their citizens why aren’t you guys disgusted by what Hamas is doing to its own people??? Hamas are willing sending their citizens to places where they know will get targeted and killed but yet you all are blaming Israel who has been sending warnings to Palestine citizens. Hamas is a terrorist organization. Not a freedom fighter group. They care for no one but themselves. Like any extremist group- they want control and power over the people. They don’t care if lives are lost.
I (and others) are allowed to defend Israeli citizens. They have done nothing to deserve what’s been happening to them. It’s really f-ed up if you think that they deserve to be kidnapped, r****, tortured and killed. Hamas is still holding 100s of hostages and are torturing them like it’s a sick game. Why do y’all think Israel is still fighting Hamas? They are trying to bring home the hostages and to bring down Hamas. Are people not allowed to care about the hostages? Are they not allowed to mourn the loss of their loved ones that were killed on and after 10/7? Are we not allowed to raise awareness about people spreading misinformation and Hamas propaganda? Or talk about the rise of antisemitism? Like what the hell!? We get called heartless or monsters if we care for Israel too. Let me make this clear- I mourn the lives that were lost on both sides ( except for Hamas. Those bastards can burn for all I care.)
y’all think we all should only mourn and care for Palestine. But guess what? I care for both! But I’m a heartless bitch for showing more care for Israeli citizens and wanting to provide a safe place and lend an ear to those who lost loved ones during this horrible situation. I’m a monster for calling out antisemitism and calling out people who are spreading misinformation and Hamas propaganda. Well guess what? I don’t care. You can call me what you want but I know what I am. I have a heart and I care for those where we’re killed during this war (and other wars too) May all of their memories be a blessing (except for Hamas). I also care enough to tell people to stop spreading misinformation and Hamas propaganda because it’s causing more harm than good. But g-d forbid if I do that. Y’all fools start throwing a hissy fit.
If y’all don’t like what I said- so be it. I don’t care anymore. I’m not your “good Jew”. I will continue to call out this shit and provide a safe space for those who needs it. That doesn’t make me a heartless bitch or monster. If you think otherwise then you should check yourself.
Am Yisrael Chai! ✡️
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Ferro Rosso Chapter VI
Pairing: Charles Leclerc/Female reader digital artist older woman
Summary: on your mids 30’s you never imagine you’d be divorce. To help with the healing process you decide to return to you first love: digital illustration. Posting videos of your art online leads you to work for Ferrari. But you never thought it’d lead you to find somebody that’s going to bring you back to trust again in love.
Warnings: none, this one it's pretty much fluff. Some swearing.
Disclaimer: Again, this one it's fluff but these two did get something out of their chest that they wanted to get out. And I’m pretty happy with how their conversation went.So after this one, things are getting spicier. So bear with this fluff chapter one more time, please. I promise spicy stuff is coming. It's a short one.
All the previous chapters are here
“You think you can play me like this .. like I don’t understand anything? You think just because you’re older I won’t feel like you’re using me and I’m some stupid kid? You think you can take me for a joke?”. Charles's words ramble out of him. He’s been keeping all inside.
You walk back inside the room pulling him with you, you can’t have this conversation out in the hallway.“Using you? For what? I got where I am because of me! Be very careful Charles” you warn him.
“You know what? You’re right! You don’t need me because you’re older, wiser, and more experienced. You just wanted the fun times with the cute boy with no strings attached.” Charles says, even if that’s not what he really thinks, frustration had taken a toll on him.
Now you’re not sad or frustrated anymore. You’re mad. “We both enter this physical relationship knowing what we were getting into it. You're not a boy you're an adult as same as I am. So don't give me that crap ok?”.
Charles crossed his arms on his chest. “I thought it would be just that. A physical relationship. We’d meet, we’d have fun, and go back to our lives. And it’s funny because I’m usually the one who doesn’t get attached…”
You cut him “When I tried to contact you you ran away from me, ignore me!”
“It wasn’t like that! I got scared. I was too out of control. So I just stopped talking to you, to everyone” he says lowering the tone.
“Very mature of you Charles” you say in a mocking tone.
“You can make fun of me if you want to, but this is me being honest!" He points at you near your face "I am out of control! You seem to be so much ‘older and wiser’ and I’m just this young dumb kid…” he says mocking you now.
“I didn't say that. I felt so stupid wanting to contact you, wanting to know how you were, feeling sorry for the horrible races and you just ignored me. Can you understand that?!” now you were getting things off your chest.
“ Can YOU get it? Or you’re pretending? or maybe I’m some kid you can use and throw away like a piece of trash? That fucks all the women he can without even caring” Charles feels like his head is going to explode. Blood pumping into his system like crazy.
Both of you are so into your own battles.
“Oh god! you are not getting me. I come from a divorce, a bad one, you are the famous f1 driver, rich and famous and you can have any girl you want. You came to me we had fun and we agreed that it'll be just that. And then when I try to contact you and you show up with your girlfriend showing her off. How did you expect me to feel?” There it is, this is what’s been bothering you really.
“Oh, so this about my fame and my money now? You think I’m taking all the advantage, is it? You think I’m just playing around like a kid because I can have any woman I want? You seriously think I don’t have any feelings? Just because I’m an f1 driver?, you think I don’t get hurt? Don’t suffer?”. The pressure it’s real for Charles, and he is slowly losing his mind, and you’re not helping either with all of this.
“Well, that's what you are showing me lately.” you just reply and wait for his answer.
“Damn it y/n! You have no idea what I’ve been through in my career! All my pain, all my tears and all the hard work I’ve put in to make me one of the best drivers on track. You have no idea how much I’ve suffered and you think you get to judge me? You think you can tell me how I should act, when you have never been in my place? You have no idea the pressure, the stress I have to go through… and yet you think you can judge me?!?” Charles answers you with holding his head between his hands, eyes open in shock and frustration.
Maybe he is right, you don’t really know it, but still you think he is not right. And he still thinks you’re being unreasonable.
“You know what Charles is fine! You win, you're right I'm the bitch here, I'm the one who's wrong...this (pointing the space between you two) isn't working. I was right that we should keep our distance from each other.” It’s all you have to say at that. There is no argument anymore, neither of you is willing to let go of whatever is holding you back from each other. And he has a point.
“And there you go again! Trying to run away. You just want the fun and games… and then when someone gets hurt or gets too close to your emotions, you blame them for having feelings. Well, you’re not gonna run away that easily from me. I want you to admit that you care.”. Charles says stepping closer to you.
“For the love of god! when did I say I didn't care! I do, and that's the problem!.” you answer him looking into his eyes. And he is taken by surprise. You do care, and he does too.
“Okay, then show it to me! Show you care for me! You wanted me to show I cared and here I am. So now is your chance, show you care. Don’t just say it, don’t run. Show you care.” He says grabbing you by the wrist preventing you from move away, which you try, but he wont let you.
You feel so expose, he is looking into your soul now.
“Tell me the truth. Am I just a toy for you? Because if it’s just about the fun times, I can leave you right here and never talk to you again… Answer me” Charles is slowly disarming you.
"No, you're not..." your words bearly audible.
He moves even closer until his lips are just a few inches from yours. All his anger has subsided and now he looks at you with fiery eyes “Then why do you push me away... Why?”.
You smile and look down. “The same reason you did it. Because I thought you didn't want any more than sex with me.” I whisper.
“So we’re both cowards, huh?” he says looking at his feet.
"We're both proud assholes..." you admit.
“Then we should stop being so proud. What do you say?” Charles finally says as he slowly leans in and kisses you.
You just respond with another kiss, this one it’s deeper. Hands everywhere. Things start getting out of control rapidly.
“We should stop. You have to go back” you say between kisses. Snapping both of you out of the frenzy.
“Right!” he says stepping back and covering his mouth trying to control himself.
“We have a three-week break, we should take this time to think.” You look at him trying to figurated what he is thinking.
“Or…” he comes back with answer “I can visit London, you know for my vacation, and if you happened to be there, then…” he comes closer “...we can hang out”
You nod taking his suggestion. “Right ok…sounds like a plan.”
"All right then firecracker...I'll text you ok," he says resting his forehead on yours.
It takes more than a few minutes for you two to say goodbye.
The 3 weeks break ahead is looking pretty good.
Now that they got their mind straight how will this relationship develop? Will it develop? How will they manage to keep all the balls in the air? Will passion and romance betray the secrecy of what they have? There is a whole lot of things to deal with.
Let me know what you think, please.
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Okay hear me out (again) is a revival on the rise? Secret Invasion Spoilers!
I am once again…… posting a Maria survival potential outcome (mostly because this is more fun than working and I can’t stop thinking about it)
We are going back to the bar scene in Episode One.
So question, why did Nick and Maria not arrive together at this bar? Weren’t they staying in the same safe house, working together? Maria is just like I need a night off after getting my ass kicked by five foot G’iah which definitely made a lot of sense …. So I am just gonna head off to a bar alone in Moscow because I am not an important lady with an important never described job and I am not an American agent hiding in Russia for an unknown reason, and no one would miss me if I just took off for a night. In fact, apparently no one even misses me if I just like go rogue and stop working on whatever I was working on and go kick around with Fury. All of this makes perfect sense, no notes. (Ok but see my notes below)
So then Nick comes later to the bar and meets Maria there but Gravik is already at the bar (no one comes in the bar behind him) So wouldn’t this suggest to you in an alleged chess themed spy thriller that Fury was watching where Gravik was going and not Gravik was watching where Fury was going? I mean we learn later that Fury knows Gravik is looking for him and wants something from him and that Gravik has worked with Fury before, and why would these two boneheads just go out to a bar in public when people are looking for Fury- unless they want to be seen.
So then Maria says OUTLOUD in PUBLIC at a BAR THAT GRAVIK IS AT that world famous spy Nick Fury has been ignoring her (!!!) and he hasn’t been the same since the blip and he needs to sit this one out. Nick Fury you cannot do your job and the only reason she called him was because Talos asked her, even though he has your number. Again, this makes perfect sense, no notes. (But ok again, see my notes below)
- so what if Nick wasn’t ignoring Maria’s messages or calls but what if Maria and Nick just had this conversation out loud where Gravik could hear it. Then Nick can barely even play a simple game of chess against his long time bestie. What if this is all a show and it’s all an act for Gravik. And then Maria is like practically shouting “THE FURY I KNOW IS ALWAYS THREE STEPS AHEAD, STAY OUTTA THIS FIGHT MAN SIT THIS ONE OUT” (even though I called you and picked you up— makes sense. Ok.) Isn’t this conversation weird? Like, Maria, c’mon who is gonna fight the Skrulls? YOU? LITTLE MISS I LEFT MY BULLET PROOF VEST AT HOME? YOU ARE GONNA DO IT? I DON’T THINK YOU ARE GONNA DO IT. Just saying. side note: YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT VARRA AND G’IAH HAVE TIME TO PUT ON BULLET PROOF VESTS THAT THEY JUST HAVE WHILE BEING SHOT AT BUT MARIA DIDN’T WEAR ONE TO A BOMBING? MARVEL WHAT?
- so then after Gravik probably hears this whole conversation I would assume since he also seems to think Nick is some broken sad man. Nick, Maria, and Talos, engage in what is probably the stupidest fucking plan of strategic spy geniuses anyone could imagine. They go to a planned bombing with absolutely nothing but infrared glasses apparently that they just happen to have and they are going to grab the bombs and put DIRTY BOMBS next to their human/skrull mortal bodies and also does this plot make sense for Nick Fury who is so unbelievably afraid of death that he wouldn’t come back to earth for years? YET somehow this alien-human hybrid bomb squad sans back up is gonna move these bombs away from a crowd and themselves and do it before Gravik sets them off and they will not die next to these bombs, how? Two of these bozos can’t even survive a bullet and a knife wound…apparently… so ok… what? I think everyone universally agrees that this is a stupid stupid stupid plan and it’s so obviously stupid that it genuinely confuses the entire fan base.
But is this actually evidence of a fake out Maria? She is wearing slightly different clothes and her cut has kind of healed way more than you would think overnight. Because what if it was okay for this version of Maria to die? It make sense that she would just run up to a bomb bag and grab it ….. because otherwise… that would be really fucking stupid and what would stop Gravik from just blowing her up if she took the bag??? [YES I KNOW THERE ARE NO BOMBS IN THERE BUT THEY DON’T KNOW THAT YET---unless they do? gasp?]
Maria also loses her infrared glasses somewhere around this point. I thought she lost them in the bombing but she actually wasn’t wearing them then! Just saying if you know a bomb is going off like maybe protect your eyes but ok sure it’s not like she protected anything else that day so idk. Additionally, Fury saw Maria get shot and instead of shooting Gravik right away he just doesn’t? Right right, he couldn’t take the .01 second to fire a bullet at Gravik, he had to run to Maria clear his name and then abandon her body on the cold Russian ground….in front of Gravik… (ok Gravik does leave after a hot second) but hey maybe this is another show! I mean after all, Maria did think she could just strut away with a dirty bomb for some reason no one can explain.
Maybe real Maria is in hiding and got some super skrull antidote serum and is gonna sharp shoot it into them. Maybe Maria always knew Skrull Ross was a Skrull and some shit was was up Rhodey and she just had to like pretend or something. Maybe she wanted Rhodey to see she sent a message to Fury, I mean if she sent them before why would this one suddenly cause alarm? I feel like true spy thrillers generally come full circle by the end. And maybe Maria is who Fury was calling on his ear piece since that is like kind of their thing. And the person on the other side has to be someone expecting his call, it pretty much has to be someone on earth… probably… and Nick already said he wasn’t calling any avengers to get involved so I can’t imagine any one else who is waiting for his call… so it could be a surprise alive Maria! But it’s probably just G’iah sigh. (lol maybe it’s ant-man jk lmao let’s just have one marvel tragedy at a time please)
Also, the reason potentially that Maria is alive, is that her death just became very public. There’s video of it and it’s going to have to be explained a way some other than “that wasn’t Nick Fury it was just a secret alien disguised as Nick Fury murdering someone.” Because I think that is gonna raise a lot of questions that no one is going to want to answer. And the best away to navigate that whole issue? She’s not dead. SHE’S NOT DEAD. GIRL NOT DEAD. (can’t wait for next Wednesday when they reveal she’s dead dead)
But of course they have to pretend she’s dead because Rhodey is a skrull and they didn’t know that Hill Mommas were gonna get involved and maybe that’s why Fury was an aloof idiot at the body transfer which is not a funeral btw cause Talos had a real body burning funeral and we just saw a box.
So what if the Maria who died was a skrull who shape shifted as Maria but was wearing the Widows Veil as Maria DOUBLE SHAPE SHIFT which is why Maria didn’t turn green when she died. ALSO if Maria was actually Soren that would explain why she thought G’iah was someone suspicious….? But then of course Talos would have been a mess so probably not and actually I think this would be kind of a terrible explanation for this— the whole thing the double shape shift included (I just thought it was funny) but Talos has to be in on a plan somehow because how did get a car to take him and Fury away from the the scene so fast? Was that always their plan? So they had some kind of tech and plan going on here? This is why the writing in these style of shows is really important because it otherwise comes across as a chaotic mess with too many plot holes?
Also, can Nick Fury really be so terrible he only gets (billion dollar) tech to protect himself, and everyone else has to fuck off and die? I mean I guess so, but this whole I have to do this alone angle is actually pretty dumb for a guy who spent his whole life bringing people together. Also side note the Rick Mason (I figured out his name) cameo was probably legit and not Maria in disguise after all. If Talos dying fixes a broken Fury, then what purpose did Maria’s death serve at all? Everyone has to die for Nick Fury to get out of his man baby spiral — half the fucking planet disappeared in the blip man, get a therapist. In fact, at this point, if this show doesn’t come full circle with a Maria reveal, I would have rather watched six episodes of Nick Fury in therapy, Dr. Katz style.
Either the point of this show is that Fury was three steps ahead the whole time (which tracks), or Fury has gone full on ‘Maria is still alive delusional’ (like me :) ) he’s either right and he is always in even when he’s out, and that nobody calls him nick, and that he can defend the earth like him (which I think would include his closest allies but lmao sure ok) or he is just the old out of touch hanging onto the past sad sack who is so totally out it’s embarrassing and I just can’t imagine they would write a show about that.
Marvel also really went out o the way to give Maria zero cool moments in this whole series … so far and she has so many cool ones in the Secret Invasion comics, they have to give her one!! ALL SHE DOES IS DIE. SHE DOESN’T EVEN WIN A FIGHT AGAINST A FIVE FOOT LADY SHE RANDOMLY DECIDES TO FOLLOW. So expecting them to comeback with something AWESOME with this character is a full state of delusion that I can’t even comprehend but here I am living it and sharing it with all of you. They even took one of the coolest moments from Maria when they made her a skrull back in Far From Home (which I get they had to do but that means her only other moments are her coughing (the word) testosterone at Tony Stark and Thor (A++ moment btw) and freeing Captain America, Black Widow, and the Falcon (A) but you don’t even really see that one. So they just brought her back to die, and then blast that death on full volume in every episode? Mm nah. I don’t buy it anymore. I mean Marvel go ahead and disappoint, but it would be really cool if you didn’t. Also it would totally change the whole show in a good way. At first I thought a fake out Maria death would be cheap, but now I don’t (bias aside) I think it’s necessary.
So full disclosure on this delusion, Cobie herself has said in a number of interviews that she thinks Maria Hill is dead, “it looks real to me!” “It felt different” “but I don’t know it’s the multi-verse” and she “doesn’t know anything” about being in the Marvels etc. She also said Marvel told her “Maria was going to get shot by skrulls.” Idk i think some of these are interesting phrases but probably nothing. She also posted a good-bye to Maria Hill on IG but deleted it 40 minutes later. Screencaps here. Interesting though that she used Maria as an LMD escaping the Skrulls. I also believe she has been giving us secret messages via her clothes but probably she didn’t even know what she was posting and was like wow look at these cool Maria action shots in the comics and posted them and then everyone freaked out because she posted Maria as an LMD escaping the Skrulls and she was like whoops gonna delete that. That’s my best guess.
edit: actually i think there is going to be a double shape shift but it won’t be related to Maria it’s going to be G’iah shape shifting into Nick Fury with a full body widow’s veil of Fury too! that’s why Fury mentioned the new widows veil was full body and G’iah as fake Fury is going to fight Gravik since she’s a super skrull! Bummer Maria is gone for real probably but eh this was a fun theory to rant out.
SECOND EDIT: Maybe we are going to see a flashback involving Maria and Rhodey as we are still waiting on these scenes that Maria and Rhodey supposedly have. Maybe Maria is the one who notices something is up with him from awhile ago? I know Maria and Rhodey are buddies and it would be great if she was the one who secretly survived and saved him. You can’t tell me Fury didn’t know skrulls were high up in the US Government for sometime now. Maybe we are going to see Ross again in the last episode when everything is explained (I hope cause a lot of explaining needs to be done here?) Like there has to be a reason that Maria and skrull Ross are working in Russia they have to have more of a set up than “we open in Russia where Maria is (no reason) and she is just driving around on her Moscow Vacation but still working and Ross who is also in Russia (no reason) calls her for a pick up and surprise he dies and is a skrull! But don’t worry Talos says not really Ross fake Ross and no one investigates this and wonders about it or even brings it up again.”
If this is really what Marvel did, it would be as stupid as sending a 20+ years of experience agent into a planned bombing and without a shred of protective gear which apparently other women can get and put on in a shoot out... but the one person who probably would definitely have one... for some reason doesn’t and no one has explained this to us why... I just want everyone to know that when I saw Varra and G’iah put on those bullet proof vests I flipped the fuck out.
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- Unforgettable Lullaby -
Duskwood Jake x GN!Mc Oneshot
A/N: Hello lovlies! 😊 I hope you're all well and enjoyin your summer and that there are still some of you interested in reading some Duskwood content! 😊💚
It's nothing special, but I hope you will still find it likeable! As always, don't mind any mistakes you might stumble across, and happy reading! 😊💚
It was just another usual night for Mc and Jake - him lying with his laptop on his stomach, sharply focusing on the screen in front of him, with numbers and letter from codes reflecting in his eyes; Mc with a book in their hands, eyes hungrily jumping from one word to another and fingers excitedly turning page after page as the entrancing story came to its end.
With a slightly melancolich sigh, Mc close the book and place it on the night stand next to the bed.
By now, Jake got to know them so well, that by the time they lowered the book, he was already prepared - his laptop closed and sittuated next to him, left arm stretched and slightly lifted as he waited for Mc to turn and lay their head on his chest so he can hug them.
He just held them like that, silently, feeling Mc's body relaxing more and more with each slow and steady breath they both took.
"Another sad story?" he inquiers softly after he estimated enough time passed for their emotions over the book subsided enough.
"Yes, and no." Mc begins "The end was kinda saddish, but all in all, the book was really great."
Mc fall silent after that, and Jake knew better than to ask any more questions - during their time together, he also came to realization that if they wish to say more they would on their own.
He just let himself enjoy this simple, yet for him amazing moment, in which their breaths were perfectly synchronized, and no words were necessary between them.
"Do you remember any lullaby from when you were little?"
"A lullaby?" he repeats surprised at their unexpected question and chuckles "Where did that came from?"
He could feel Mc smile before speaking "It's just - it was mentioned in the book, and for some reason it got stuck with me. Just - just ignore it."
And in that moment he did remember- a melody he could never forget, even though the memory of some words faded. A seren voice of his mother, gently lulling him into dream world, and the soft touch of her palm on his cheek. Unforgettable, indeed.
"I do remember." he say after a moment, making Mc begin to feel a little bad, noticing a wistful tone of his voice.
"I'm sorry if this isn't something you want to talk about, it's fine. Just forget about it."
"Oh, no no, it's all right, angel." he smiles and give them a reasuring rub on the arm. "It's kinda like with your book, both sad and a happy memory. Well precisely, definitely more happy. It's - it's just that I haven't thought about it for a while, so..."
"Yeah, I understand what you mean."
They fall silent again, each lost deep in their thoughts.
"Would you sing it to me?"
It took a moment for Mc themself to realize what came out of their mouth, but before they could even say something Jake cut them "I can't."
"Ugh, just ignore me and my stupid brain, I wasn't thinking at all. Forget about it!"
They were already feeling like a fool, and when Jake started laughing, the feeling just got worse.
"I didn't say I don't want to," he quickly speak, as he could feel Mc's embarrassment without the need to see their face "it's that I can't, because I don't remember all the words of it."
"Oh, ok." was all they managed to say, that feeling of embarrassment still quite present.
"But I could humm it to you, if you'd like."
"Really?" They were so surprised with his offer, feeling happy as a little kid "I would love that very much!"
Jake chuckles again and pulls Mc closer "All right then, make yourself comfortable and close your eyes."
He waited for Mc to situate, and when they were both still for a few seconds, he too close his eyes and begins to humm.
And once again, the memory and images of his mother gently lulling him to sleep flood his mind, her seren voice softly echoing along his humming, enciting a blissful smile to his face.
As for Mc - the gentle humming and the sound of Jake's strong and steady heartbeats worked like a charm, and soon them too drifted off to peaceful sleep.
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