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steddiealltheway · 8 months

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Steve cradles Eddie's face gently as he kisses him with a smile. "I missed you," he whispers between kisses.

"I missed you, too," Eddie says as he kisses a path across Steve's jaw.

Steve groans and thuds his head back against the wall of the Hawkins High School theater room. "Tell me again why we can't tell people yet."

Eddie laughs as he pulls away to look at him with a softness in his gaze. "You've already asked me this twice in the past five minutes."

"Because I want everyone to know about my amazing boyfriend. Robin's going to kill me when she finds out that I've been lying about my series of bad dates. And Dustin will kill both of us for keeping this a secret from him. You know how much he's been begging for us to hang out together."

Eddie sighs and hides his face in the crook of Steve's neck. "It's just not the right time yet." He lifts his head to meet Steves's gaze as he continues, "I just... I'm afraid Dustin or one of the guys will say something at school and accidentally out us. Plus, I want to tell everyone together. Not just you and not just me. Together, okay?"

Steve nods. He would do anything for Eddie. "Not even Robin? he asks.

"Not even Robin."

Steve sighs and nods. "Okay. I promise we'll tell everyone together."

Eddie smiles and leans in. "Seal it with a kiss?"

Steve laughs and wraps his arms around his shoulders. "One more then I have to drive Dustin home before he kills me."

One more kiss turns into two which turns into three until Steve finally breaks away with a big smile and says, "Okay, okay! I have to go!"

Eddie clings onto his hand as Steve tries to leave, and Steve can't help but linger a little longer. "When's your final campaign thing again?"

Eddie smiles. "Two weeks. Think you can make it that long without me?"

"No," Steve replies honestly and moves in closer to hug Eddie tightly. His heart thuds in his chest, and for some reason, he feels like this may be one of the last moments the two of them will get. He tries to shake away the feeling but Eddie must notice.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, concern heavy in his tone as he pulls Steve in closer.

Steve only squeezes him tighter.

"We'll tell them together eventually, okay? Not apart."

Steve nods and breaks the hug, kissing Eddie deeply before he steps back, fingers trailing down Eddie's arms to his hands until they slip away. "Together and not apart. Got it. And hey, two weeks."

"Two weeks," Eddie says with a big smile. "But you better call."

Steve scoffs, "You act like I wouldn't."

Eddie pulls his hair in front of his face, failing to hide the blush on his face. Steve finds it entirely adorable. He walks away and pushes the door slightly open, trying to ignore the sense of impending doom he feels. He pauses in the doorway and turns around. "You know I love you, right?"

Eddie freezes momentarily in confusion, only having heard the phrase a few times. He nods. "I love you, too," he replies a bit breathlessly.

Steve nods before walking out the door, waggling his fingers at Eddie in the way that always makes him laugh. "I'll call you later."

And he does call him later. In fact, Steve can't go a single night without hearing Eddie's voice before he goes to bed, which makes it worse when he doesn't hear from him two weeks later after Lucas's game and their brief fight about how Eddie should've changed the date of the final D&D session.

Only, Steve didn't realize there was more to Eddie missing his call other than their fight.

Things only continue to go downhill after that as the impending doom finally comes.

With the world coming to an end, Steve doesn't really get the chance to talk things through with Eddie, and they both know now is not the time to reveal their secret relationship.

Steve reluctantly agrees to the plan to face Vecna, separating him and Eddie temporarily, but it seems like the best choice to ensure Eddie will stay safe.

But when he hears Dustin's screams as they leave the Creel house, Steve knows that he thought wrong.

And as he drags Eddie's lifeless body out of the Upside Down, he tries as hard as he can to hold his tears back. Because his reaction wouldn't make sense to anyone. And he promised him. They would tell everyone about their relationship together, not apart.

So, Steve waits until everyone leaves him alone, none of them knowing that he's lost the love of his life, and he lets himself finally break. "Together and not apart," Steve sobs, "We were supposed to be together and never apart."

And Steve will never know that Eddie, with his dying breath, tried as hard as he could to tell Dustin that Steve could tell everyone, but he never got the words out.

#steddie #steddie angst #angst #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie ficlet #I'm sorryyyyyy #school is stressful and this is the resulttttt #main character death

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withacapitalp · 1 year

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Daisies

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Eddie was never a deep sleeper. Years of living in cars and on couches taught him to always have an ear out. Always be able to wake up in an instant, always be alert, ready to fight whoever might be coming at you. Living with Wayne helped to ease that compulsion a bit, but in general, Eddie was never truly fully relaxed when he slept. Everything that had happened over Spring Break hadn’t helped matters in the slightest.

So he was awake the second Steve started to choke.

He was so quick that Steve was still asleep, curled up on his side in the absolutely adorable way that usually made Eddie smile. There was no smile tonight, just an anxious little whimper and a boy frozen in fear, because his partner was choking on nothing and not waking up.

“Steve?” Eddie whispered, reaching out with a shaking hand and touching Steve’s shoulder. “Baby?”

Steve continued to gasp, his chest heaving in a strange and awful way as he tried and failed to breathe. Eddie was about to do something more, anything to make him stop, when Steve’s eyes opened. He was the picture of panic for all of two seconds, before he was sitting up, roughly coughing.

He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe.

And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand.

A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time.

What the fuck?

Eddie had seen Hanahaki before, just once. Some girl in middle school had fallen in love with a dumb jock, a classic move that had felt like a cliche to him at the time. When the jerk rejected her in front of everyone, she had collapsed to her knees in the middle of the cafeteria, spitting out thorny roses till she passed out.

She lived, but just barely, and had gotten the surgery to remove the roses wrapped around her lungs. By the next week she was happy as a clam, living without a single memory of the incident that had left the rest of the school in total shock.

Seeing it now gave Eddie the same exact feelings he had all those years ago. A deep sense of discomfort from encroaching on something that incredibly intimate, an odd mix of revulsion and jealousy, and a deep seated wish to be anywhere but where he was at this moment.

It was even worse now that it was Steve.

His boyfriend slid out of bed, quietly padding over to the ensuite without even so much as a glance Eddie’s way, leaving behind the flower. Steve didn’t shut the door all the way, so Eddie could hear him cough a few more times. As he did, Eddie picked up the daisy, examining it.

It was just a regular daisy, white as snow except for a few spots of blood sitting innocently on its petals. Nothing special about it, nothing significant. Apart from the fact that it was Steve’s daisy.

Steve’s daisy for someone that wasn’t him.

“Who?” Eddie asked when Steve came back into view looking utterly exhausted. His voice was flat, lacking any of the emotion he usually had. It was like someone had torn his heart out, and now he was just hollow, hollow, hollow.

Steve hummed in confusion, quirking his head to the side as he leaned his entire body against the doorway, blinking slowly.

“Who is it?” Eddie clarified, holding up the daisy. Any trace of sleepiness vanished from Steve’s features. He stood up painfully straight, even took a step back, like Eddie had screamed instead of whispered.

“I’m not mad,” Eddie rushed to say, trying to calm Steve’s quiet panic. He wasn’t mad, his heart was just shattering, falling to pieces on the floor between them. Was that better? “I…I just want to know.”

He didn’t just want to, he had to. He had to know who had stolen Steve’s heart, or if it had ever been his to claim in the first place. Had Steve had the daisies the entire time? Was he just humoring Eddie anytime he said he loved him? Eddie didn’t want to think that Steve had entered into their relationship out of pity, or some sense of obligation, but any and all confidence Eddie had previously had flew out the window the second that daisy had appeared.

Were they from Nancy?

“I don’t wanna talk about it,” Steve muttered, avoiding eye contact as he played with a loose thread on his pajama pants.

He looked oddly vulnerable there, half dressed and making himself smaller than he was, hiding in the doorway instead of curling up in Eddie’s arms where he belonged. On any other night, Eddie would coax him to bed with promises and teasing little jabs that made him both laugh.

But not tonight. Tonight there were daisies in the bathroom sink and one in Eddie’s hand ruining everything they had built.

“I deserve to know when my own boyfriend is in love with someone else,” Eddie hissed, harsher than he meant to. There was a bitter taste in his mouth, and fuck, maybe he was mad. Not really at Steve, but at the world. The chaotic black universe that they lived in, whatever awful god lived out in the cosmos that had chosen to damn him specifically.

Whatever deity existed that loved to give Eddie good things and snatch them away the second he got comfortable.

“They aren’t- I’m not in love with someone else,” Steve protested weakly, still looking anywhere but at Eddie.

Eddie scoffed, holding up the daisy between them, pinching it in between his thumb and forefinger like it was something exceptionally disgusting to hold. He had the rabid urge to tear the flower to shreds, destroy it before it could destroy everything they had.

“It’s not like that,” Steve insisted stubbornly, finally looking up at Eddie with fiery eyes. He went to keep going but the determination disappeared and an odd expression overtook Steve’s features. He braced himself against the door frame, bringing one hand up to his mouth as another bout of coughing overtook him.

Eddie watched Steve struggle, losing any of the merciless rage that had been rushing through his veins as he watched the love of his life attempt to take a breath. When Steve slid slowly to the floor, Eddie was there, kneeling beside him with a soft hand on his shoulder.

“What can I do? Do you need me to call someone? You need a hospital, don’t you? This is serious, and you can’t breathe. Should I start doing CPR or the Heimlich or-” Eddie cut himself off with a jolt, biting his tongue to stop any more panicked rambles from escaping.

He was spending way too much time around Robin.

Steve shook his head, still coughing. Two more daisies tumbled out into his hand before he dragged a long breath in, letting his head tip back and hit against the jamb.

“I took my meds,” Steve whispered, his voice ragged and painful sounding, “It’ll clear up. I just have to get out any ones that actually sprouted. It’s not dangerous, it just hurts.”

He said it so plainly, in such a Steve way. Like it didn’t matter at all that it hurt, or that it seemed pretty goddamn scary to choke on daisies on the regular.

Despite everything that was happening, Eddie let out a soft little incredulous laugh, reaching over and kissing Steve’s forehead. It was probably a strange thing to do, all things considered, but Steve was smiling now, giving Eddie a starry eyed look that made it all inexplicably feel okay.

“How long have you- why not just get the surgery?” Eddie asked, reaching out and grabbing the hand that wasn’t currently full of daisy blossoms, “It’s way safer-“

“No,” Steve said, soft, but firm. He carefully placed the blooms down next to them, toying with the petals before squeezing Eddie’s fingers and rubbing the column of his throat, his eyes far far away. “I won’t.”

Won’t. Not can’t. Steve would not do it, which meant whoever they were for mattered to him. Hanahaki surgery was one hundred percent- not only did it get rid of the flowers, but the emotions that had caused them in the first place. You never remembered the person who had made them grow.

Eddie quickly ran through their friends, all of the people in Steve’s life. He could only think of one person who Steve could be in love with, one person who didn’t love him back. At least, not the way Steve probably wanted her to.

“Nancy,” Eddie stated rather than asked, already knowing the answer. Steve still loving Nancy wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. Nancy had made it clear that she didn’t love Steve like that, and they had both moved on. Maybe Steve could still love Eddie part of the way like this, maybe that could be enough. Having a bit of Steve’s heart was better than none at all.

But Steve shook his head, still fiddling with the petals of his daisies.

“I told you, it’s not like that,” Steve whispered, looking utterly miserable. He coughed half-heartedly, but no flowers emerged. When Steve was done he sighed, closing his eyes and worrying his lip the way he always did when he was trying to keep his emotions steady.

Eddie was missing something. Something obvious. It should have been a big glaring neon sign right in front of him with the most basic answer in the world. But try as he might, he still couldn’t see who the daisies would be for if not Nancy.

Who else could Steve love that didn’t love him back?

He should stop asking. This wasn’t the time. His boyfriend was in pain in every way, and Steve didn’t need to be interrogated. They had all the time in the world, Eddie needed to just drop it. Steve would tell him, eventually. He always did. Getting secrets from Steve took a long time, but he always gave in at some point. Eddie just had to be patient, and kind, and everything Steve was so good at.

“Then what’s it like?” Eddie asked anyway, his curiosity overtaking the selfless part of him that was cursing his own name.

Steve contemplated his answer for a long time, spitting up another daisy before he finally began to speak.

“When I was in third grade, our teacher had us raise caterpillars into butterflies to teach us about life cycles. Did you ever do that?”

“No,” Eddie immediately replied, confused and slightly irritated by the sudden change of path. What did butterflies have to do with Steve’s love life?

“We should do it together. It was fun,” Steve said, a wistful little smile on his face as he stared out in the distance, “Everyone got their own glass jar with twigs and leaves and all that, and one little green caterpillar. We could name them whatever we wanted, and Miss Katie would put their name on the jar so we would know who’s was who’s. I named mine Beatrix after the woman who wrote my favorite story.”

None of this mattered. Was Steve trying to distract him? It wasn’t usually the way he did things, but Eddie had also never expected he was hiding something like this.

“Wh-“

“Eventually she became a butterfly,” Steve continued, steamrolling past Eddie’s attempt at asking what the hell was going on. He was speaking, and he wouldn’t let himself be interrupted. Eddie settled back, trying to hide how annoyed he was.

“Beatrix was a monarch. She was so pretty, Eddie, I wanted to keep her forever. But Miss Katie said we had to let them go, or they would die. So we all brought our jars home, to let them free with our parents.” Steve was forced to stop here, another vicious round of choking producing three daisies, all bloodied. He placed them in a row with the other three, all six staring up accusingly at Eddie, like he was the reason they had appeared.

But he wasn’t. That was the whole problem.

“I knew exactly what I was going to do. There was this patch of daisies at the end of our garden. My mom had planted them when she and my dad first got married, and they were her favorite flowers. I thought she would like to let Beatrix live there, so we could see her till she flew away.” Steve explained.

Eddie had seen the daisies before. The garden itself was mostly gone by now, just empty plots of dirt with chicken wire around them, but the daisies were still there. They had lasted almost till November, pretty drops of white that stubbornly bloomed for as long as they could.

They looked just like the flowers Steve was coughing up.

A dark pit started to form in Eddie’s stomach as he took in the implications, the dots beginning to form a macabre picture that made him wish he had listened to his better instincts before. He shouldn’t have asked, he shouldn’t have pressed, Steve should have told him this story when he was ready.

But…maybe this was a blessing in disguise. Maybe Steve would have carried this alone forever.

“When I got home my parents were already gone. They had something they had to do, I can’t even remember what it was. The sitter was supposed to get there in an hour, but I was by myself. Just me and my butterfly,” Steve cut himself off with a single laugh that sounded more like a gasped out sob, pinching the bridge of his nose. “This is so stupid.”

“No,” Eddie said firmly, holding Steve’s hand in a death grip, reaching out and taking the other one too just for good measure, pulling it away from his face so he couldn’t hurt himself, “it isn’t.”

Steve gave him a millisecond long smile, instantly going back to the somber mask he was wearing before.

“I wasn’t supposed to play outside if my parents weren’t home, but why should I listen? They weren’t here. They left again. My mom left again. She never used to leave before that year, but it felt like all she did was leave then. I went outside and over to the daisies, and I sat in front of them, just… just wanting my mama. Wanting her to come back, wanting her here with me, wanting her to love the daisies again like she used to,” Steve said, ducking his head down and lowering his voice till it was almost nothing.

They both knew he didn’t just mean the daisies, but neither mentioned it.

“I can still remember it, the first one. I thought I just had to cry, but couldn’t for some reason. Then I realized I already was crying, and there was still that feeling. The one you get when your throat closes, and you can’t breathe because there’s something blocking it up,” Steve untangled from Eddie, reaching up to his throat again.

Eddie had seen him do it a thousand times. He had thought it was related to the bats, some phantom feeling of a tail still wrapped around his neck trying to strangle him. Even given a million years, Eddie never would have gotten to the truth.

“I coughed up a flower. A daisy. It looked just like the ones right in front of me. I thought I was dreaming, but then I couldn’t stop coughing. I woke up by myself in the hospital,” Steve said, finishing his story with a whisper and a bitter little smile.

“Steve,” Eddie breathed, trailing off. He had no idea what to say, how to try and help. He needed to help, needed to do something, but what could Eddie do in the face of over a decade of knowing his love for his mother was unrequited?

“I love you,” Steve said, still reassuring Eddie, because that was who he was. He cared about everyone so much more than he cared about himself, even when they didn’t deserve it. “These don’t- they’re-“

“I understand,” Eddie replied, cutting Steve off as he reached over and pulled his boyfriend into his arms. Steve went easily, tucking himself against Eddie’s chest as he shook with another round of coughs. “Well I don’t know if I could ever understand, but I love you, and I’m here.”

The coughs subsided, but Steve’s shoulders continued to shake. Eddie hugged him impossibly closer, laying his cheek on the top of Steve’s head and closing his eyes to block out the image of the daisies.

“I love you. I love you, and I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Nest | Part 1

A Steddie A/B/O ficlet

One of the main things that all alphas within the clinic needed to be able to do every single time without fail, was to ignore the scent of an omega in heat. It took an impressive amount of self-control, not to slip into rut, that only happened in porn, but to maintain their cool, to maintain professionalism, to ensure their patients felt safe around the stranger they’d be spending the majority of their time with during their stay, where they’d be at their most vulnerable.

They had to be able to trust the alpha they were assigned to. Trust that they wouldn’t be taken advantage of when they succumbed to their most primal of instincts.

That being said… being hit by a wall of pure earthy, woodsy scents outside the number 69, maybe he paused at the doorway for a second longer than he normally would have.

He shook his head clear, then knocked three times on the door “Mr… uh…” he checked the clipboard “Munson?” wait… Munson? He knew that name… that was a familiar name. “May I come in?” There was no bulldozing into an Omega’s space at Nest. Even if it wasn’t their home, their rooms at the clinic were their space, and would remain their space until their time ended there. Alphas and Betas alike needed permission to enter.

There was a brief shuffling sound behind the door for a moment, before a quiet “yeah c’mon in” reached his ears. Steve rolled his shoulders, took a deep breath, in and then out, then opened the door and oh… oh that…

That was… wow.

That was an Omega experiencing the early stages of heat, or pre-heat, notable by a strong scent permeating the air meant to draw a partner in. It was meant to be enticing, it was meant to cloud the senses, to rile an Alpha up. It wasn’t the first pre-heat scent Steve had experienced, working in an environment like that, he knew it was basically just a hulked up version of the omega’s natural scent, but it was the nicest one he’d ever smelled. Kind of familiar too.

Earthy. Like camping in the forest, dirt, moss, nature at its finest. No amount of aftershave or cologne could cover it and in Steve’s humble opinion, why would anyone want to?

Okay. Professionalism. He was a professional. He’d completed his qualifications, passed all manner of psych evaluations, he was basically the golden boy of Nest’s Alpha staff, he could handle a pre-heat scent, the door closed behind him.

“He—” oof was that his voice? He coughed, clearing his throat, regarding the omega in the room with a warm smile. “Hello, my name is—"

“Holy shit—Harrington?” Steve paused. Munson. Munson. E. Munson. Eddie Munson. Oh fuck. He knew that name, of course he knew that name.

Hawkins wasn’t exactly a large town. Eddie had originally been in the year above him, jumping on tables, louder than life, an off-putting kind of Omega.

Then he’d been in the same year as him, still jumping on tables, louder than life, still making Alpha’s and Beta’s alike cringe at the idea of being anywhere near him, and then he’d been in the year below him still in school after still not graduating.

Apparently he’d finally managed to graduate that third attempt.

No amount of fresh earthy scent could possibly mask the fact that this omega, was a nightmare. There was nothing soft about him, nothing homely or gentle, he was loud, unapologetically so, he was largely expressive, he was nerdy, and theatrical, he liked to be the centre of attention at all times, or at least he seemed that way, and he could be violent if provoked.

Among many other outbursts, the most notable being that he'd slammed Billy Hargrove’s head against a locker hard enough to give the guy a goddamn concussion after he’d witnessed him harassing one of his nerdy little pack.

An Omega wasn’t supposed to stand up to an Alpha. He’d just walked up behind him, grabbed his head, and slammed it against the locker. No warning, no threat, he’d just snapped. Knocked the guy out cold then hurried his pack away.

He was everything an Omega stereotypically wasn’t supposed to be. “Munson.”

“Well, uh… this is a thing that’s happening then I guess.”

Steve bristled a little at the tone, arms folding over his chest, clipboard held against his chest. “You asked for me by name.” This wasn’t how the meet and greet was supposed to go by any means, Steve was supposed to show him around the room, was supposed to walk him through the amenities he had at his disposal, was supposed to explain how things would go, how the camera system worked, but Eddie had never conformed to normal, had he?

“I asked for Steve, I didn’t know you’d be THIS Steve. Gareth didn’t know your last name, dude, it’s not like he had a lot of experience seeing you in Highschool.” Right. Eddie wouldn’t have asked for him had he known. Because why would Eddie have asked for him, why would anyone stuck on highschooler Bullshit Steve ever ask for him to help them, why would anyo— “Whoa dude! Dude, chill out, god, don’t you guys wear patches?” He was holding his nose, wafting the air in front of him as if it’d personally offended him.

Steve had never been made to feel wrong at his job before. Never been made to feel unwanted there before.

“Not around Omegas in the clinic no, because Alpha pheromones when used correctly can make an omega’s heat easier, something which obviously I’m not going to be able to do for you since you’re clearly against it being me helping you. I’ll just— I’ll have someone else assigned to you. Our patients comfort is of the utmost importance.” Surely someone else had to be free, right?

He turned on his heel, missing the wide eyed panicked expression that crossed Eddie’s face by a fraction of a second. He didn’t miss the switch in scent though, the panic. It caused him to pause just long enough for Eddie to blurt out “Wait!!” Steve turned back to face him again, brows raised, expectant. “Listen—I’m… we don’t have bad history, Harrington… me an you, there’s no bad blood there, you were never shit to anyone I knew, or me… my only gripe about you was from shit I heard second-hand an-an I know what that’s like… everyone thinkin they know eeeverything about you cause they’ve heard a few rumours. Gareth… he vouched for you, he’s one of my youngest pups.” Pup. Pup. Steve tilted his head a slight to the left, so that’s how that little pack worked, hm? “He said you took care of him, helped him make Galgrun, right?”

“The dwarf with the big hammer, yeah?”

“Haha, Steve Harrington saying dwarf. Weirdest day of my life. But yeah. Dwarf with a big hammer and a height complex, it’s a funny character” he’d ran it by Eddie the second he’d gotten back home, jumped on the phone and called him about it, went through everything with him to see if he could include it in the next campaign since his previous character had met with a terrible fate. “I’m…” Eddie took a breath, shaky, nervous—Steve read it for what it was, knew what he was going to say before he even said it “I’m scared… last time I—I nearly hurt my uncle, he—he’s just a Beta, but he tried to help and—”

Betas could help in a pinch, they could bring an Omega back to their senses in high stress situations, but they’d only continue to be of ongoing help if the Omega saw them as a mate.

Familial ties could only help so much and for only so long.

“It wasn’t what your Omega needed, was it?” Eddie shook his head “thought of him as an intruder in your nest?” A nod. “Have you ever had an alpha near for your heat?” The clipboard had said no, but… sometimes Omegas didn’t want things recorded in paperwork for their own safety.

“No… I mean, my dad was an alpha, but he was gone before my first heat so—no, an it’s not like they’re linin up…” no, they weren’t. Alphas and Betas alike tended to steer clear of Eddie Munson. Feral not so little thing that he was.

“…Okay. Are you sure you’re comfortable with it being me helping you through this?”

He thought there’d be a pause, hesitance, he thought Eddie would um and ah about it, but no, Eddie was very quick to nod, nod and say “yes! Yes, if you’re half as comforting as Gareth said you were then… yeah. Please?” He’d have to send Gareth some cookies or something, since he’d clearly been saying lovely things.

“Alright, let’s get you through the welcome packet and then we’ll start with the basics, okay?”

“Okay.”

Part 3

#PirateWrites #Steddie #CW: A/B/O #No Upside Down AU #Omegaverse #Omega!Eddie Munson #Alpha!Steve Harrington #NestFiclet

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klipgenie · 3 months

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you should’ve never said yes.

summary: alhaitham was always distant and whenever he would come around, there would be arguments and tears shedded. Having you go to bed sad and angry— he said what others may have thought leaving you baffled and mute.

a/n: i love alhaitham sm but i feel like he’s just not as emotionally available as he convinces himself he is :(

warnings: angst with no comfort, fem reader. alhaitham acting like a bitchy teenage boy

hope you enjoy!!

tonight was another failed night as alhaitham promised to come home before dinner. But you cooked dinner 4 hours ago..it’s okay you thought, putting his dinner in the microwave.

his favorite meal was yours and that’s what really connected you two— a love for food and books. Sitting back on the couch wondering why..why must these people overwork alhaitham to the point where he has to book hotel rooms or sleep in his office. You were starting to get a little heartbroken and glum thinking that you’re marriage was just you being a neglected housewife— something you always feared as a little girl.

as you sit with your thoughts at the dinner table, the front door rightfully opens as an overfamiliar statureous shadow appears behind the door making its full appearance. you were staggered that he came home tonight..after so many weeks going on months of craving his warmth and to be near his vessel- he finally showed up.

with a desperate gasp you stumble out the chair to greet him— eradicating any unnecessary weight of clothes and hand items he was carrying. “i’ve missed you— oh! you’re food got cold but i’ll warm it up for you.” was all you said before rushing around the kitchen to satisfy you’re overworked..and ungrateful husband.

“are you going to eat?” you questioned nervously. Perched up beside your husband and agitatedly twisting your hair between your fingertips. with a sigh and a shake of his head “no” he gets up leaving for the bedroom. sitting there vague of his response you wait a few before following him to the bedroom where he’s rested. “what’s wrong alhaitham, you sure you don’t wanna eat or anything..you’ve been getting awfully thin-“ you softly spoke in a caring and motherly manner before being brutally cut off

“y/n! i’ll eat when i feel like it..now stop pestering me. do not start this today, i’m tired.” was all it took for you to muster up the daring sense to respond to his plea to be left alone.

“al haitham, have you no respect for the work i do as your wife?” you say now leaving the doorway of the bedroom strutting to the end of the bed where he lays. “all i do for you while you work and leave me alone!” you cry “i do not want to do this with you right now, i’m a busy man with a bunch of work to do. Who will pay the bills without a job like mines? surely not you.” alhaitham retaliates as your voice of nagger is too galling for him as you feast a tantrum about him.

taken aback you won’t settle down for nothing as you raise your voice at him, tired and holding back emotions and biting your tongue “i just want you to spend time with me and appreciate the things i do! is that to much to ask for?”

“yes! yes it is! is it to much to ask for when i beg the gods for you to leave me the hell alone?” that sentence alone cut deep into you like soft meat. leaving you there baffled and silent.

“you knew what the consequences were when you married me.”

with a scoff— coming back from your stillness “no, you did! you were the one that proposed” spitting out with a solemn expression “you should’ve never said yes.” took you took your breaking point as his words couldn’t shatter or break your heart as there was nothing left but sad matter. At this point, you both were shouting at each other like little kids.

Looking back at it now you’re reminiscing on if the argument or you begging and worrying about his well being wss worth it. You didn’t learn from the previous arguments, overthinking every word he said that slipped between his dull lips as you cry in your trembling hands.

#genshin headcanons #al haitam x reader #genshin alhaitham #genshin imagines #alhaitham headcanons #alhaitham #genshin sumeru #sumeru boys #sumeru alhaitham #genshin angst #alhaitham angst #sumeru genshin

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Hello! This is my first time requesting anything but I wanted to give it a shot as I really like your work :) Could you do a Leon x reader fic where the reader is a college student and Leon keeps her company or just watches her while she’s studying and he just thinks she’s so pretty while studying like he notices how focused she is and he just thinks she’s so cool, I’m going through my final weeks of the semester and my academic validation strives for this scenario if that makes sense lol. High key been obsessing with rookie Leon wink wink 😉. Could there also be some sweetness like handholding 🤭 and a couple kisses or anything you’d like to add :)

Thank you and I hope you have a wonderful day/night! 🩵

Study buddy!

{Leon keeps your company as you study for an upcoming exam}

I hope this is okay my lovely!! 💕

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“Thank you baby” you smile as he presses a quick kiss to your temple, you watch as Leon picks up the plate you used for your sandwich before walking off into the kitchen shouting a quick, ‘You’re welcome angel!’ As he washes up the dish.

It was late afternoon by now and you’ve spent a good chunk of the day studying with the help of Leon, well he spent most of the day just admiring you from the end of the table.

Leon, in all honesty, could stare at you all day. He notices the way your lips purse as you read through the textbook or how your eyebrows softly knit together as you scribble down notes, absolutely angelic, he thinks as he leans in the doorway.

He watches as you stretch out your arms, “God- You’re so pretty” he compliments, moving to sit next to you, and you go giddy at how he looks at you with those love-sick eyes.

You feel a little bad, an odd sense of guilt nips at your heart mostly because he’s been sitting around doing practically nothing as he waits for you to finish studying. He’s got to be at least a little bored by now, right?

Leon watches the worry that flickers through your eyes and his hand instantly reaches for yours, “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” He asks with a genuine worry in his tone, and you swear it makes your heart melt.

You shake your head softly, “No, I’m alright- I just, I'm sorry I haven’t been the best company today” You let out a breathy giggle, looking down at your entwined hands as they lay against Leon’s lap.

His thumb smoothes over your knuckles, “What?- no I like being around you, even if I’m just sitting here watching you— I mean- okay, that sounds a little creepy, not in that way, I just- I- I like, I like being here with you” he stumbles over his words, and you giggle softly at the worry that bleeds into his tone.

You squeeze his hand in reassurance, “I get it, I’m just worried I’m boring you” you tell him and he shakes his head.

“You’re not boring, you’re awesome” he promises you, knocking your knee with his as you look up at him, “I mean you work so hard and you- you’re so insanely smart- I’m proud of you” he whispers, feeling oddly bashful at the earnest smile you give him.

Leon’s always been so sweet. Without fail every time it rendered you completely and utterly wordless, he takes your breath away without even trying. It was safe to say that he owned your heart.

“Thank you, Leon, that means so much” you whisper, your voice wavering slightly at the softness in his tone.

“You don’t have to thank me angel- now is there anything I can do to help?” He wonders, glancing over at your notes, and textbooks that are sprawled across the table, you hand him one of the many books as he flicks through it.

“Could you find page one-eighty please” You smile as you continue to write down notes, and he does so without any complaints opening the book to your desired page, and you thank him softly as you read through the context.

And Leon just watches you, his hand still entwined with yours, and he absolutely adores the way your face scrunches ever so slightly as you work, he admires you and the way you care so much about your education.

His head rests against your shoulder as he passes you a highlighter, watching as you continue to work hard, and he makes a mental note to treat you to something after your finals.

A minute or so goes by and dinner time slowly approaches, he squeezes your hand to get your attention, “Hey I’m gonna go pick something up for dinner, I’ll be back soon, alright?” he presses a kiss too your cheek as you look up at him.

“Alright baby, drive safe, I love you” you smile as he brushes your hair behind your ear.

“I love you too angel” he smiles, as he walks out the door, and decided that you’re done for the rest of the night.

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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Whumpers not allowing whumpees on furniture (and caretakers ALLOWING them on furniture).

That's it. That's the ask.

tw dehumanisation, self-blame, self-deprecation, conditioned whumpee, pet whump, past trauma

Whumpee had fallen asleep. They'd only meant to rest a bit on the sofa, just a couple hours before they resumed their chores, and they'd fallen asleep.

They'd already taken a risk when they'd curled up among the fluffy throw pillows, but they'd thought it was a risk worth taking for a speck of comfort. A mere hour on a soft surface had sounded too good to their abused mind and body, too damn good after months and years of hardwood floors and their own shirts for pillows.

They'd thought they could avoid Caretaker catching them. And now here they were, standing in the doorway and staring at them with open surprise on their face.

Whumpee scrambled to get off the sofa, knowing well that pets weren't allowed on furniture, already thinking about all the horrible punishments they'd have to go through for violating such a basic rule.

"I'm sorry," they cried desperately, crawling over to Caretaker and bowing so deep their forehead was resting against the floor. The floor on which they should've been sleeping, instead of their master's soft couch. "I'm so sorry, please, I don't know what I was thinking, please forgive me! I'm so sorry!"

Caretaker quickly threw their bag on the floor and crouched down, gently nudging Whumpee by the shoulders to sit up. "Hey... Hey, Whumpee... It's okay, come on..."

"I'm s-so sorry, I was bad, I was disobedient, I knew I shouldn't do it and that's why I tried to do it behind your back... I'm sorry... It's, it's better that I failed, because otherwise I would've gotten away with breaking rules and lying and–"

"Oh, sweetheart..." They sighed, and Whumpee could hear the disappointment, and they couldn't believe they'd betrayed the trust of such a kind master.

"P-please, mercy," they whimpered. "I know I d-don't deserve it, I know..."

"There's no rule that prohibits you from using the furniture, Whumpee."

In one ear, out the other. Of course there was. It was so obvious, it was common sense, it had been drilled into them, and they'd knowingly violated it. Still, they stayed quiet, too afraid to argue with their owner.

"Can you sit up?" they asked gently, and Whumpee tore themself away from the floor, terrified of facing their master. "Good, that's good. Let's just calm down for a second, yeah?"

Whumpee had never felt less calm in their life. They were sobbing uncontrollably, unable to comply with even the simplest of orders, such as 'breathe'. They were making it worse, they were sure of it.

Yet... Caretaker didn't seem particularly angry. Of course, anger wasn't needed to dish out some horrendous punishment, Whumpee had learned that the hard way. But this felt different. Caretaker felt patient.

"I'm sorry," they blurted out again when they felt less frantic, and Caretaker smiled sadly.

"I know. But there's no need. You didn't do anything wrong in my eyes."

"B-but, but I– I dirtied the furniture–"

"Whumpee, listen to me." Caretaker cupped their cheeks, looking completely serious. "You're not dirty. You're not dirty for being you, you're not dirty by virtue of being a pet, or whatever that sick fuck has told you. Yeah? You can't just dirty my sofa, or the guest bed, or the plates in the kitchen, or anything just by touching them, unless you're deliberately smearing mud on them or something. Have you done that to the sofa? It doesn't look like you have. You're okay."

Whumpee swallowed and nodded, eager to agree and appease their master; despite the fact that their sentiment was in direct opposition with what they'd been taught over years. "I– I understand."

"Good. That's good. I'm glad. I'm not going to force you to use the furniture if it's too scary for now. But I want you to understand that it's not forbidden."

They nodded again, and Caretaker seemed pleased with their reaction. Pleased enough to let go of them and stand up, extending a hand to pull them up as well. Whumpee took it hesitantly.

"It'd make me very happy if we could get to a level where you're comfortable using everything in my house," Caretaker went on. "I know it'll take time, but... just know that that's the goal I have in mind. Today has been a step in the right direction, I hope."

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou

#whump #whump drabble #comfort #dehumanisation #self-blame #self-deprecation #conditioned whumpee #pet whump #past trauma #asks #recovery fic

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myloveforyunho · 2 months

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𐙚 complete peace

it was relatively dark into the night when you got home, your ankles immediately giving out on you as soon as you walked in the door which was what gave your arrival away to yeosang. his head snapped towards the front door, paying attention carefully to any noises you make. that’s usually how he uses his senses to greet you. to his pain, he heard a light sob coming from the doorway, making his heart drop.

he peeped his head out of your bedroom door, watching you plop yourself down into your chair opposite of yeosang’s, having matching chairs as well as a giant sofa nearby. he seen your chest heaving, failing to catch your breath as you clutch your chest. you’re breathing so hard, the sobs can barely escape your lips making you hiccup. he senses you might be having a panic attack, running immediately to your side table and fishing for your inhaler.

he stumbled out of the doorway, walking to you slowly as you folded your whole body in half, not really wanting to be seen. he walked up to you and lifted your hands away from your face, taking a tissue and wiping your tears. you stared at him in awe as he did so, taking the mouth piece off of the inhaler to put it up to your lips. you inhaled, still keeping your eyes on yeosang as his hands shook so hard just trying to make sure you were okay. once he pulled away silence filled the room, yeosangs body posture drooping as he leaned forward to leave a kiss on your lips.

“baby… what happened…” he asks as that opens the flood gates yet again, making you whimper a bit.

“oh, jagiya….” he holds your shoulder, giving you a slight pat on the back to help you feel a little bit more put together.

“so i left this morning.. only to realize i didn’t pack my breakfast.. my stomach hurt all morning and i thought it was because i was hungry but… no… i started my period during volleyball tryouts and of course the shorts were white… the girls helped me out and i made a few new friends but the coach let me know i’d have to pay a bleaching fee of $25.. & i really don’t think i made the team. on my way home it started raining and i had to spend my money my friend gave me for lunch on an umbrella because i forgot my computer case and i didn’t want it to get rained on…” you sighed, yeosang giving you a squeeze on your thigh for comfort with a slightly sad smile.

“and then on my way to the train station i got splashed by a car.. then i started crying and i couldn’t see anything while walking so i crashed into this woman and she had a cane… i felt so bad that i dropped all of my stuff and i helped her up.. she called me a bitch and tried to spit on me… i finally got to the train station to see if my computer still worked and it didn’t… then i slipped in a puddle on my way out of the train… everything was smooth on the way home because i seen Ms. Joon and she gave me a warm cup of tea.. but today has been so bad yeosang. i can’t comprehend why i’m having such bad luck today.” you finally had stopped crying and started giggling at certain parts of the story, yeosang keeping a straight face as he stared into your eyes understandingly.

he just hugged you. you sat in your sofa, and he sat in his, chairs close enough to remain space to embrace. at first the position was awkward, but he scooted his chair closer to you so you could be comfortable in his arms. your thoughts were filled with nothing for a good minute, the only thing in your sense was the scent of your boyfriends freshly washed pajamas. you started to think, reminiscing. startingto cry a little bit again, yeosang squeezing you tighter. after about a minute you tried to pull away, yeosang only pulling you closer, squeezing you as he nuzzled into your neck.

you were at complete peace, his warmth secluding you in a slumber. you felt your body become heavy, your whole figure throbbing of exhaustion. next thing you know, your eyes blink open. except you were in a different position. the lights were dimmed, curtains are closed. you weren’t on your chair anymore, you were placed bridal style on his lap. face nuzzled into the side of his neck as he was sound asleep, his hands placed firmly on your hips. you watched his chest rise and fall, turning back to see that the once lit window of light has fallen to a dark indigo, the crescent moon starting to peek through the top of the curtains.

i am so glad the earth decided to create the human that is, kang yeosang.

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#yeosang #yeosang imagine #yeosang fluff #ateez #ateez imagine #ateez fluff #fluff #imagine #kpop #drabble #blurb

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Unsolicited 33

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

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The surrealness of your situation remains. Lloyd is almost pleasant, the world is glowing and warm, and you feel…alright. A dull pain lurks behind your brow and your stomach is tenuous at best. But nothing is immediately wrong.

Your sea legs come with time but the queasiness doesn't quite relent. It's manageable. You get up as Lloyd stand gazing out over the water, thoughts unsaid and better so.

You leave the cabin through the open doorway and go to the side. An impending doom nips at the nape of your neck. May as well enjoy the brief respite before it's gone. As all good things, if you can call it that, must.

You think of how Colin would say your pessimism was unnecessary. That not everything was destined to fail. That not everyone was selfish. Look at you now.

If you could thank Lloyd for anything its that he proved all your doubts to be true. There is no goodwill, no generosity, only whatever gets him ahead. He is the essence of humanity. The flaws everyone fights so hard to conceal. His honesty may be brutal but not as painful as Colin's lies.

You give a start as you notice Lloyd in your peripheral. He says nothing as his hands rest on the metal rail. He slides closer until your arms meet. He bends forward, leaning on his forearm as he looks to the horizon.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you?" He asks.

You stare down into the endless blue. The depths plummet below with fading daylight. You pinch your cheek between your teeth before you find an answer.

"Yeah, but I don't miss him, okay?"

He nods and adjusts his round sunglasses, looking over at you, "so why bother?"

"Ugh, I wish you'd stop."

“I’m just asking.”

“No, you’re trying to egg me on. I’m not stupid. You don’t care. There’s no reason to just ask.”

“You think you know me so well, don’t you, peaches?”

“I do,” you turn to face him, “you’re not that complicated.”

“Neither are you. Not that much different from me, huh? You just don’t let it out.”

“Sure,” you scoff, “I already told you, I’m sorry. About hitting you and everything else–”

“Something about sober thoughts and drunken acts… I don’t know,” he waves his hand at the water, “I’m asking because you’re with me now. I’m wondering– thinking divorce.”

“With you?” You shake your head, “is that what you think? I work for you.”

His mouth slants and he brings his hand up to rub his jaw, “you don’t have to.”

“No. No. I don’t believe you. And you know what, you’re right. I don’t understand. I don’t. I don’t get you, Lloyd. I don’t get this,” you gesture around you, “I don’t get the hotel, the game, the boat, this stupid dress. None of it makes sense. You are not a nice guy.”

He tilts his head back and blows out through his lips. He pushes himself straight and slides off his sunglasses, folding them over his pocket and letting them hang. He faces you with a hand on his belt.

“I’m trying. Never said I was a nice guy. But fuck it if I’m not fucking doing my best.”

You blink in confusion, “why?”

He shows his palm and shrugs, “no fucking idea.”

“Jesus,” you touch your forehead, “I can’t…I can’t think anymore–”

He startles you as he charges at you, grabbing you by the neck as he forces you against the rail. He bends you back over it as you grasp the bar and your toes barely stay on the floor. Your eyes round as he brings his face close to yours, his thumb squeezing just behind your jaw.

“You’re making this difficult.”

“I’m sorry, I—”

“I could dump you in. Toss you down there and sail away. No one would ever know. You think that idiot would care? Your fuckstick husband? No, he’d be free. That’s what he’d think,” he pushes you back further, balancing you painfully across the railing, “and who’s going to come looking for you? Daddy left years ago, mommy doesn’t talk to you–”

“Lloyd,” you touch his wrist, “please…”

“I know everything. Everything about you. It’s my job. I don’t miss the details.”

“I get that,” you snap, “if you’re going to do it, do it.”

He glares at you. He dips you over further, further, your hands slipping along the metal. Your feet fly up and your fingers release as the strain throbs in your knuckles. You yelp as he lets you go and you fall towards the water. You lurch suddenly as he catches you by the ankles and dangles you over the side.

“Jesus!” You scream.

“You don’t think I will.”

“I’m wishing you would,” you hit the boat as you try to see past the billowing skirt as it flutters up your torso. You don’t know if the shiver that rolls over you is from the water or fear.

“You talk a big game but I can feel you shaking.”

“Nothing I say is going to change your mind,” you retort, “so why should I try?”

“All you have to do is play along, Mrs. Hansen.”

“Stop calling me that.”

“You could do worse… you have.”

“Drop me or pull me up,” you growl as your head floods with blood, “make up your mind.”

He huffs and for a moment, you think it’s over. You’re convinced he’s going to let you go and the water will swallow you up. He grunts and hauls you up, a little at a time, heaving you over the rail to bring you back to your feet. You sway and steady yourself against him.

Your hand rests on his chest and you feel the fabric of his polo. Your eyes meet his and anger sparks in your throat. You grab his collar and bunch it in your fists, “are you fucking crazy? What the fuck was that?”

“There she is,” he grins, “nice to see you again, honey.”

“God,” you let him go, stretching your fingers wide as you look at your hands in horror, tamping down your rage, “you really are the worst.”

“Don’t you know it,” he reaches for you and you back away, “aw, baby, did I hurt your feelings?”

“Leave me alone,” you fix your skirt as you spin around, “you fucking jackass. I can’t– You really are a coward, you know that!” You storm past him to the cabin, “you keep saying your big shit. Acting like you’re gonna do something then the next minute, you’re all over me. I’ve figured out and it’s not working on me anymore.”

“Trust me, I got a few more tricks up my sleeve,” he trails you into the cabin, “Mrs. Hansen, please, forgive me. I was having fun with you–”

“No, you’re being— you!”

“You know,” he catches your arm and pulls you back to him. Your ankles almost tangle as you’re twirled around to face him, “I could have a skinny Mrs. Hansen. A bleach blond Mrs. Hansen. An international supermodel Mrs. Hansen,” he draws out the last few words, “but I only want this one.” He slaps his hand against your hip and slides it back to grope your ass, “the tasty, thick, fiesty Mrs. Hansen.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you sneer, “I won’t fall for it.”

He chuckles and pulls you against him, his other hand crawling up the back of your neck, “you don’t have to fall for me. In fact, you don’t got a fucking choice. I own you.” He leans in and you push your head back as he spreads his hand across your hair, “you fucking bite me and I actually will throw you in this time.”

He closes the gap and smashes his lips into yours. You hum in surprise, arms trapped between your bodies as he holds you tight. His tongue flicks over your lips and pokes between them, invading your mouth. Your fingers curl into the fabric of his polo and you murmur.

He kisses you, long and deep, trapping you in his embrace until you can’t breathe. He parts at last, his breath glossing over you as he nuzzles your nose with his.

“I’m not a nice guy, Mrs. Hansen,” he whispers, “but I can still be nice.”

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #unsolicited #series #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #the gray man

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random-writing-panda · 11 months

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||•~Old Flames Part 1~•||

Jason Todd (Red Hood) x reader

*not my gif

Warnings: mentions of death, language, dead body(gore? I guess a little)

Word count: 2.4k

Part 2, Part 3,

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You find out Jason is dead and after Bruce fails to avenge him you take matters into your own hands, its three years after his death a mysterious man in a red hood wants to help you kill the joker.

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You happily wandered up to the gates of Wayne manor and pressed the little call button. “Alfred it me! Can you let me in?” you talked towards the speaker imbedded into one of the columns, they didn’t open, that was strange Alfred would always open the gates immediately, everyone in the manor knew you, you were Jasons best friend you were practically attached at the hip Bruce and Alfred thought it was cute even Dick had made some jokes to the teenagers about how they looked like they were a couple.

“Alfred?” you question and press down the call button again, after a minute the gate slowly swings open and you walk through thinking it was weird how long it took and that Alfred didn’t say anything to you, he would always say hello, you brushed it off perhaps he was just especially busy today, you quickly walked up the driveway excited to spend some time with Jason.

When you reached the doors of the house, they were already open, and Bruce stood there looking somber. You frowned, everything about this visit was strange but you didn’t understand why, in truth you didn’t really care you were just excited to see Jason.

“Hey Bruce, I’m here to see Jason!” You smiled at the older man happily.

“I’m sorry Y/n he isn’t here…” There where so many emotions on Bruce’s face it was impossible for you to read.

"Um okay? When is he getting back? Is he out on-” You cut yourself off, Bruce despised the fact Jason had let their night time adventures slip to you. “business...?"

“No he left and he isn’t coming back y/n…” Bruce was lying. Kids on the streets of Gotham picked up a lot of skills, knowing how to, and when people were bullshiting was probably the most important.

“You’re lying to me. Where is he Bruce?” You were starting to get concerned now, Jason never missed a chance to hang out with you and he would never leave without you. You knew that as a fact. You knew he wouldn’t leave you alone in this hell more than you knew you needed oxygen to breath.

Alfred appeared in the doorway behind Bruce, he looked miserable, like he had been crying? You hated that you were only a teenager, considerably shorter than the two grown men in front of you, forcing you to look up, it felt like you were being scolded by a parent or a teacher.

“Come on this isn’t funny where is Jason?” A small frown started pulling at your features.

Alfred and Bruce shared a look and Alfred nodded at him whispering something into his ear, you couldn’t make it out completely, but it sounded close to ‘she needs to know’.

“Know what? What do I need to know? Is Jason okay!?” You were becoming frantic now, your head craning to look into the manor hoping you would see him standing there pulling another stupid prank on you, you saw nothing.

Bruce sighed deeply and closed his eyes trying to hold back tears. “He’s gone y/n…I told you he’s gone…”

“No! He wouldn’t leave Gotham without telling me!” You walked forward trying to push past Bruce, shoving your shoulder into his ribs, he grabbed you and pulled you back effortlessly.

“He didn’t leave Gotham.”

“Then how is he gone? You aren’t making any sense Bruce.” I look up at him confused, I glace at Alfred hoping he would clear up what was happening, but he was standing there, tears welling up in his eyes, a finger pressed to his nose as he sniffled.

“What happened? Is he hurt?” You look up frantically.

Bruce shook his head and looked like he was trying to find the right words. He was closing and opening his eyes, sighing, and looking around uncomfortably, this was so strange you had never seen him like this he was always just Bruce Wayne the put together cool calm and collected CEO, you’d never seen this man before, he looked…scared?

“Jason is…dead.” His voice was shaking, with pain or fear you weren’t sure, maybe both?

Your heart stopped. You couldn’t breathe it was like every drop of air was ripped from the planet. Jason was dead? No he couldn’t be this was a cruel joke it had to be. Your wide eyes, filled with shock lifted and saw Alfred shedding tears.

“No. No he isn’t. This isn’t a funny joke, Bruce.”

“Y/n I’m not joking… I wish I was joking.” He sounded so defeated.

“No! you have to be joking because he can’t be dead! He’s a teenager Bruce he can’t be dead he has a life to live!”

“He is gone y/n. He died.”

“NO! Stop saying that he isn’t dead! You’re just a liar!” you screamed at him loudly, your face was wet and hot, when had you started crying? There was a ringing in your ears, and you felt like you couldn’t catch a single breath.

You try to shove past again and again Bruce hold both your shoulders.

“Y/N! STOP IT. HE ISNT IN THERE BECAUSE HE IS DEAD.” Bruce was screaming just as loud as you, it made you flinch.

“Master Jason is dead Miss y/n…I’m so sorry…” Alfred finally spoke.

That was it. You felt your heart snap, the world stopped moving, that was the moment a part of your soul died, April 28, standing in front of the Wayne manor, being told Jason Todd, your oldest closest friend, was dead.

“How…?”

It was Bruce who flinched now.

“How?” there were tears rolling down you face in a constant stream, your breaths shuttering, two quick inhales before a shaky exhale. “How Bruce!”

“The Joker…” He trailed off not giving any more information.

“Show me.”

“No Miss you shouldn’t see!” Alfred quickly cut in.

“Show. Me.” You weren’t sure if it was the desperation in you voice, of the devastation on your face but Bruce turned into the hallway.

“Follow me…” Bruce sighed.

“Master Bruce, do you think that is wise?” Alfred quickly grabbed his shoulder.

“If she wants to see, she deserves to see, she knew him better than we did…” Bruce walked through the halls, and you followed his hastily.

Knew, did, it was strange to hear someone talking about him like he wasn’t here anymore, he wasn’t, you reminded yourself.

As you entered the Batcave Bruce approached a large metal table, a sheet was covering something on top of it, it was soaked with red and brown stains, your feet faltered as you saw it, you mind was telling you, screaming at you to turn away to run and never ever look back. But you had to see, you needed to know what happened, so you slowly approach, your movements were slow and hesitant like how you would approach a cat. When you reached the table Bruce grimaced and pulled the sheet off, he looked down sadly at the boy on the table and you gasped loudly. Your eyes widen and you try to scream but your voice cracks, all that comes out is a loud strangled noise, your knees gave out and you dropped down, clinging to the table, to Jasons dead body.

His body was in terrible shape, he had been taken out of his robin suit, his chest was bare, dark purple bruises covered a majority of his skin, broken bones poked at his flesh at odd angles, cuts that were covered in blood, most of his skin was burnt, fried would be more accurate, you could tell where his suit stopped some of the fire damage, he didn’t even look like a person anymore, the image would be burnt into your mind forever. Your head was resting against his chest as you clung to his body desperately, violent sobs causing your entire body to shake, you held him tight praying that this wasn’t real but as you turned your head to look at his busted face, you knew he wasn’t waking up.

You had seen Jason in a rough state pretty regularly, growing up on the streets of Gotham he got into a lot of fights, you and him sitting in the fire escape patching up his split lip, black eyes and bruised knuckles was a casual Tuesday and you turned you head again not being able to bare the sight of him like this, you pressed your face against his torso and closed your eyes tight. You could fix this. Not this time…he was gone, your rock, the person keeping you sane in this crazy city was lying in front of you dead, how could you go on?

Alfred walked up to you, rubbing your back softly and he glared at Bruce. “Come, miss, lets get you away from this terrible scene…” Alfred gently tried pulling you to your feet but you yank your arm away from him and angrily lift your head, standing by yourself. You looked at Bruce with such hatred and anger, pointing at Bruce you started screaming.

“This is your fault! If you hadn’t made him robin he would still be here!” you were berating him and he just stood there and took every word.

“You let this happen! How did you let this happen you were supposed to take care of him! You were supposed to protect him!” you couldn’t even cry anymore there was only anger, fury. Hatred. You hated Bruce, you hated Gotham and more than anything you hated the Joker.

“You kill him Bruce. You kill the bastard who did this or I will.” You walked right up to Bruce and shoved his chest.

“Do you understand me Mr Wayne? You fucking kill that bastard.”

Bruce nodded he seemed just as angry at you, “I am going to kill him.”

“Promise me. Promise me and Jason that you will kill him Bruce, swear it.”

“I swear, I will kill the Joker.”

“Good.” You stormed out of the Batcave fighting not to look back at his body, you couldn’t feel anything you were completely numb, it was like your heart had died along with Jason, you couldn’t even cry anymore.

∞∞

It had been a year since Jason’s death, and you had visited Jasons grave every single day, today was different, you arrived at the grave to find Bruce standing there talking.

“I can’t kill him Jason I’m sorry, but I can’t do that.”

You were furious. “What the fuck do you mean you can’t kill him. You promised me Bruce! You owe that to your son!” you rush up behind him screaming. He quicky whips around.

“Y/n I-”

“No Bruce. You made a promise, to me. To him!” I point down at Jason’s grave.

“I can't! He managed to get diplomatic immunity if I killed him, it would start a war!” He quickly defended himself.

“I don't care. Bruce, I told you if you don't kill that bastard I will.” You walk to the grave and place down the flowers you were carrying before turning to walk away, Bruce quickly grabs your arm.

“Y/n you are 16 if you kill him, they will charge you as an adult, you would be throwing away your life!”

“What life Bruce?! My life ended when you let that man kill Jason, if I killed the Joker, they won't arrest me they’d give me a fucking medal.” you yanked your arm away.

“I would arrest you.”

Your eyes widen with shock and amusement. “You would arrest me for doing the job you didn't have the balls to do yourself? Why am I the only one who wants to avenge Jason? I told you what would happen if you didn't kill him. What happens next is on you too Bruce.” I walk away from him.

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You spent the next two years training, building up you skills so that you could finally kill the Joker, he had been back in Gotham a few months now and you were getting antsy, he had spent a lot of the second year in Iran, using his diplomat status to hide from batman, probably still thought he was after him, but as the third year rolled around he started dropping back into Gotham, six months of visits and no Batman, guess he decided he was safe again. How wrong he was. It wasn’t just you that was after him now, apparently there was a new guy in town going by Red Hood and apparently, he hated the clown just as much as you did.

You are on your nightly hunt, you needed to find the Joker, but the coward was good at hiding, you had been out every night this month looking for him, you almost got him a few weeks back, but the Bat had swooped in a ruined everything as usual, he scared the Joker back into hiding. So tonight, there you were crouched down on a rooftop scanning the city for any sign of him.

Whoosh…thud.

You heard someone land behind you and you turned ready for another lecture by the Bat but as you faced him you were met with a stranger, a tall man, easily 6 foot and he was strong, his tight suit hiding none of his muscles, a red helmet shielding his face. “So, you’re the Red Hood? You’re getting pretty infamous around here you know?”

He chuckles his voice is deep almost familiar, but you chalk it up to sleep deprivation.

“I’ve been looking for you sweetheart, heard you and I hate the same sad clown.” He takes a step towards you.

“Yeah I’ve heard the something similar. What’s your problem with him?” You pry.

“Personal.” He seems annoyed, “What about you darling? Why does such a pretty girl want to kill a man?”

“Personal.” You snap back at him, if he wasn’t going to talk neither were you. He chuckles again darkly.

“I think you and I could work together to eliminate a mutual annoyance don’t you think sweetheart?”

“I don’t work with a partner.”

“You have to know how good I am though, and I am going to kill the Joker, I imagine you would rather help than let me do it myself.” you could hear his smirk through the mask.

“Fine. We can kill the clown together…” He was right, you had worked to much, fought to hard to let some new guy take the victory. He walked closer to you holding his hand out.

“So, we kill Joker and part ways?” He held his hand out.

You nod taking his hand and shaking it, “We kill the Joker and part ways.” You agree.

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Hi Guys so this is my first new fic not a reupload, this is going to have another part or two thank you for the support! I am working a full time job doing like 50 hours a week but ill try and get something out each week<3

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ddejavvu · 1 year

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this is so random but fratboy!james who's so highkey soft for reader 😭 like constantly checking on her at parties and has a gentlemanly attitude (thinking logan from gilmore girls iykwim) whenever they're out of sight ☹️☹️☹️☹️

sending kisses xxx

OMG OMG OMG :((( i hate logan but i know what you mean!!!!!

James senses the stiffness in your shoulders when his hand splays over your back, barely blinking before he excuses you both.

"Don't get too busy," Sirius tosses a wink at you that makes your cheeks burn, and James swears halfheartedly at him. You trek through the hallway with your head down and they turn right into James's doorway, a path you've taken many times while at school.

"Too loud?" James guesses, shutting the door behind him. There's a sympathetic smile on his sweet face, and you nod, the sound now drowned out as you sit on his rickety bed.

"I told Fabian that playlist was shit," He scoffs, mindless edm pulsing through the house, "I swear, the man's got a fantastic personality and then listens to dubstep in the shower."

The crack pulls a giggle from your throat, and James's face splits into a smile. He strides towards the bed, nudging you forwards on the mattress so that he can lean against the headboard. Once he's settled he throws his arms open, and you rush for his chest embarrassingly fast.

"That's m'girl," He hums, face pressed into the crown of your head as he litters kisses there. You arch into his touch, his chest against the broad expanse of his chest as he wraps his arms around your middle.

"Wanna watch a movie?" He offers, digging in his pocket for his phone. You nod, though your eyes droop, and he takes note.

"Video," He corrects himself, tapping on youtube, "Just a video for now."

"'S okay Jamie," You insist, feeling guilty for not only wrecking his party plans, but his movie plans, "I'll watch a movie with you!"

"You need rest," He soothes, dipping his head over your shoulder to plant his cheek flush with yours, not before pressing a kiss into its chub, "You can pass out, love, just take a snooze."

His thumb presses on the most recent video in his history, one that you'd watched over and over again with him. It's your favorite, and never fails to make you giggle, so he holds his arm in front of your face that's leaned sideways against his chest. It's an awkward angle for him, and his arm grows sore quickly, but for the sweet heaviness that mucks up your blinking, holding your eyelids closed for longer than they open, and the soft, even breaths that fan over his arm only minutes later, he'd hold the world above his head.

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Come Back to Me (Obi-Wan Kenobi x F!Reader)

Main Master List || Star Wars Master List

Author's Note: So I saw one edit on TikTok of Jedi Daddy Kenobi, and then I fell in a rabbit hole and now here we are again. If you guys have any requests, I’ll be open to them, but I can’t guarantee that I’ll write for them as I am a college student, but still if you have some, I’m more than happy to hear what you guys would like!

Warnings: Order 66, Blood, gunshot wound, canon typical violence

Word Count: 1.2k

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Obi-Wan treads through the hallway with his lightsaber lit in hand, an uneasy feeling settling in as he looks around and takes in all the various bodies on the floor. “Who could have done something like this?”

Yoda frowns beside him, a heavy feeling in his heart as he extends his hand, trying to feel any sign of life but lowering it when he feels none. “A sith, perhaps.” Yoda knows the truth, Obi-Wan does too, though he won’t admit it. Who had attacked the Jedi temple being the last thing he’s worried about, right now, his sole goal is to find you. Sensing Obi-Wan’s feelings for you, Yoda turns to the taller Jedi with a terse frown. “Find her, you must.” Obi-Wan doesn’t need to be told twice before he’s bolting away from the Grand Master and trying to locate your force signature.

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You let out a hiss as you try to apply more pressure to your wound but to no avail as the blood keeps pouring, sweat dripping down your body and onto the floor. When the initial attack had started, you tried defending others, tried fighting for others, but once you saw the familiar black cape of your lover’s former padawan, you tried to make a run for cover. Even though you’re a Jedi, and a talented one at that, you knew that you could never face Anakin; sweet little Anakin.

Not so sweet anymore, you think to yourself bitterly as you tighten the piece of fabric around your shoulder. Although you had managed to escape the former Jedi Knight’s view, you unfortunately hadn’t been that lucky as not even a minute later a blaster shot went straight through your shoulder. After having quickly decapitated your once ally, you make your way to the only safe spot you know, Obi-Wan’s quarters where you rest now, hoping to stay awake long enough to pass the time or for Obi-Wan to find you.

Surprisingly to Obi-Wan, managing to find your force signature had been rather easy. Maybe it’s because of the connection you and him share, maybe it’s because you’ve never been good at hiding it from him or maybe because you’re too weak physically to close it off; but whatever the case, Obi-Wan is glad that he is quickly able to locate you, in his room.

Sliding the door open, his blue eyes immediately land on your form, leaning against his bedpost and clutching your shoulder. “Oh darling.”

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His voice causes your head to turn to the door where you find him standing in the doorway, too scared to move. “Hey Kenobi, glad to see you safe,” you manage to comment as he takes your side, looking you over with his brows creased. “I tried to fight them off, but there were so many of them.”

“Shh shh, you’re okay, you’re going to be okay,” he comments to himself and you don’t know if that’s supposed to be to reassure you or him, but you don’t really protest when he moves your hand out of the way and holds more pressure onto your wound. “Who hurt you?”

“One of the clones. Took me by surprise. But Obi, it’s Anakin. He did all this.” Obi-Wan’s eyes close in grief and betrayal. What had he done in his career, in his life, to cause Anakin to turn to the dark side. Seeming to notice his turmoil, you took his face in your good hand, running a thumb across his dirtied cheek. “It’s not your fault.”

Obi-Wan looks at you with unshed tears in his eyes. It is his fault. He was tasked to train Anakin and failed. He tasked himself with protecting you and once again, failed. “Let me get you to safety.” Being careful to mind your damaged shoulder, Obi-Wan lifts you into his arms with ease and carries you through the door and out to the ship where Yoda waits with Bail and a medical droid. “We need to get her into a bacta tank.” Bail leads Obi-Wan on board the spacecraft before Obi-Wan is setting you on a bed, hand pushing back your hair as he looks down on you with guilt and pity. “I’m so sorry, my darling. I should never have left you alone.” He continues to pet your hair as you shake your head while the droid attends to your wound.

“Obi, you were only doing what was best for our republic. No one could have seen this happening.”

“I should have been there to protect you.” You can tell when Obi-Wan is beating himself up. You can also tell when - even despite his normal cool headedness - that he’s about to do something dumb.

“It’s okay. I’m okay. You’re okay. We’re going to be okay. Okay?” Obi-Wan nods his head, leaning down and resting his forehead against your damp one, both of your force signatures wrapping around each other as a peace settles over you for the moment.

“I have to stop him.” He comments quietly, trying to control his body. If he’s being honest, he’s terrified. He’s terrified to face who he once called his brother. He’s terrified of what his brother had turned into.

“I know you do. Just please, please, come back to me Obi. I already lost so many people, I can’t lose you too.” He nods quietly before pressing a tender kiss to your forehead that he wishes could last an eternity before he breaks apart, looking behind him at Bail and Yoda (who didn’t seem bothered by the display of affection, lest he won’t comment on it right now).

“Take care of her for me?” Bail wordlessly nods as he walks away, leaving the three Jedi and the droid. Turning back to you, Obi-Wan gives your hand one last squeeze as you smile softly up at him. “Please don’t do anything stupid while I’m away.”

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you.” The two of you chuckle for a moment before silence falls once more. “I love you, Obi-Wan.”

“I love you too.” He gives you one last smile before walking off the ship with Yoda in tow. “I’m not sure I can defeat him, Master.”

Yoda mindlessly taps his cane as he shakes his head. “Defeat him you will, Obi-Wan. Trust in the force.” Obi-Wan nods his head in compliance, thankful for the elder Jedi’s words of encouragement and thankful that he made no comment about the confession Obi-Wan and you shared.

“I don’t know where to look for him.” It’s a half lie. Wherever he finds Padme, Anakin probably isn’t too far.

“Trust in your senses you must.” Obi-Wan nods solemnly, taking one last look at the ship and silently praying to the stars that you’ll be okay by the time he gets back.

“May the force be with you, Master Yoda.”

“May the force be with you, Master Kenobi.”

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Author’s Note: Like I said, I haven’t written for Obi Wan in a while so I hope you guys enjoyed!!!

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angi-writes-filth · 1 year

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DID SOMEONE SAY PROMPTS? 👁️👅👁️

Here's a soft one cause I'm sick and I need softness for my sick body.

Dancing in the rain with Luis sounds cute. Especially if the reader is kinda bad at dancing and Luis initiates it even though it's not the time or place for it (but that's okay cause it's Luis). <3

Summary: "These small moments are what heaven is made of".

Note: AAAAAAAAAAA MERI THIS IS SUCH A CUTE AND FLUFFY IDEAAA. Bless your brain tbh SFADFASDSA. ALSO pls get better soon, get plenty o' rest and some warm soup AAAA.

This is gonna be real short but the sweetness is condensed (I hope).

Also ALSO, I HC Luchi owns a motorbike, cuz you can't tell me he doesn't live for the thrill of speed, he deffo has the vibes LMAO (That's only briefly mentioned but I still wanted to explain it ASFADSA--). Plus, y'know, romantic bike rides at night and watching the stars on the highway anyoneee???

WARNINGS/Tags: GN!Reader. Luis being a tease and literally pulling the reader out of their lazy morning, but that's just how he is. My shit English, not beta'd and terrible writing are a must.

WORDS: 861

(dios i wanna bite him)

You've taken to draw little patterns and shapes on the window, from little hearts to your favorite animals, all sprawled and cozy on your old couch where the window sat at; there wasn't much to do after all, with the sudden storm ruining your plans for the day.

Although, if you were honest, it's not like you really cared. Who in their right mind would complain about rain, when it gifted you lazy Saturday mornings like these? A warm cup of your favorite morning beverage on the coffee table, draped in all the spare blankets you could find, still wearing your pajamas despite it being well into the afternoon, while the water drops raced each other to reach the windowsill outside.

These small moments are what heaven is made of.

—So no mall trip, I guess?

His voice woke you from your daydreaming.

Leaning on the doorway was that goofball you called a boyfriend. Hair already brushed, and already dressed in that particular sense of fashion of him; all of the things you were not. Clearly he'd been up for a while; how didn't you hear him walk around the apartment before? You must have been really deep into watching the rain to not notice him.

—Under the rain? Yeah, no thank you—, you answered with a chuckle, emphasizing your point with pulling the blankets closer to yourself, almost making a fortress out of it, that protected you from having to face the day with normalcy. Luis rolled his eyes teasingly as he made his way to the couch, urging you to move your feet as he invited himself to the opposite side.

—Why not?— He whined with a pout, —it'd be fun! And romantic—. He added the last part with a wink, tickling your calf with his ringer fingers over the covers, all teasing as always. At seeing you kick your legs in retaliation, he chuckled softly.

—I mean, I guess? But we'd get wet, even if we go on your bike.

—And?— Luis answered quickly, arching an eyebrow, with that toothy smile of his he only gave you when he had an idea.

—And we'll get sick?

—¡Oh, por favor!

In a second, the Spaniard was on his feet, pulling the covers off of you in a fluid movement, trying his best to appear serious (and miserably failing).

—Wait, Luis!— Your own laughter betrayed you, too, despite your initial reluctance to do anything this morning. As your man helped you off the couch, his hands on yours as a support, the two of you found your way through the small house to the front door, while your laughter filled the living room with happy colors.

As you shoved your feet into your rainboots, and Luis threw a coat over your shoulders, he slid his own hood on and pushed the door open, running with your hand in his to the middle of street.

The rain, much gentler now that you were outside, patted you relentlessly on the shoulders as you yelled: —What are you doing?!

—Enseñándote a divertirte, that's what I'm doing!

Care and worries out the window, the horrible weather seemed to not matter anymore as you started a slow dance under the rain, sliding across your lawn without a care in the world. Not even the thought of the neighbors seeing you in your pajama pants retained you at this point; although it would be best to ignore that for now. Right now, it didn't matter who you were or where you met him, no scars that left a mark or haunting nightmares you had every night; no thoughts that someone may come and take Luis away from you.

No, not now, in this very moment. As you stared into his exotic gray eyes, forehead with forehead; and felt your body perfectly molded into his, almost as if made to be together, your soul warmed, and healed the tiniest bit. Your heart beat a little faster; your mind only focused on him and the gentle lullaby of the rain surrounding you.

These, these are the small moments heaven is made of. You, him, and the peace you longed for, for so, so long.

Your feet betrayed you at some point, whether thanks to the slippery concrete or your poor dancing skills. If it wasn't for his shoulders being there to be held onto, or Luis' arms quickly catching you, you might have fallen straight to the ground. Who knows if your pride would recover from that.

—I don't know how to dance...— You whispered. He didn't seem to care, tho; if the scoff and gentle smirk he gave you, pulling your body closer by the waist, were anything to go off.

—You don't need to know how. Not when you're with me.

At this, you chuckled. His thumb, wet and somehow still warm, wiped a lone raindrop falling down your cheek, and traced the soft curves of your face while he was at it.

—Because you'll love me anyway?

Another one of his sweet, loving smirks.

—Por supuesto, mi amor. Don't doubt it for a second.

¡Oh, por favor! = Oh, please!

Enseñándote a divertirse, that's what I'm doing = Teaching you to have fun, that's what I'm doing

Por supuesto, mi amor = Of course, my love

#I'm sorry for the wait #I'm constantly in a writers block but I pushed through to get this out #I apologize if it isn't the best but I tried!#Hope you like it tho and it makes you feel a lil' better!#re4 #re4 remake #re4make #resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 4 remake #luis sera #luis serra #luis sera x reader #luis serra x reader #angi writes filth

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An Electric Connection (4/?)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Warnings: mild language, fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Part Summary: After your argument, you return to Eddie's place. The natural chemistry between you returns effortlessly and the night takes a turn you both can't fight.

Masterlist

While Eddie steps into the bathroom for a minute, you explore the rest of his house. You find yourself in his bedroom, fascinated by the dozens of posters on his walls. Metallica, Black Sabbath, every rock band on the planet, and some others you've never heard of. The aesthetic of the space is perfectly reflective of how he presents himself. There are limited colors beyond red, white, and mainly black. Your fingers glide over the cold strings of his guitar. Then, over his denim jacket on the dresser that's covered with various badges and pins.

You haven't noticed, but Eddie emerged from the bathroom a little bit ago. He remains in the doorway, leaning against the frame with an amused smirk as you scan his stuff. He loves your curiosity and is eager to introduce you to his world. He could show you, the Cheer Queen, that there's more in the world than pretty bows and department stores. He could corrupt you in the best way.

"You wanna stay the night?" He finally voices.

You whip your head around with a hum, not having heard what he said. You meet his gaze and the sudden sight of your eyes causes him to freeze. He pushes off the doorframe but is suddenly too nervous to approach you.

"I don't expect anything. I was just asking so you're not home alone and high for the first time and everything," he rambles. "I can sleep on the couch or-"

"Eddie!" You cut him off with a giggle. "Yes, that'd be great."

He rubs his hand across the back of his neck. The familiar warm feeling rising to his cheeks. "Right, cool."

"Do you maybe have something I could borrow?" You ask timidly, not wanting to impose.

"Um...." Eddie clasps his hands together and crosses the room to his dresser right beside you. He squats down and begins searching through his t-shirt drawer for something not ripped, too graphic, or too big to swallow you up.

You linger beside him, growing a bit nervous. "If not I can sleep in my uniform. It's just-"

Eddie pulls out a black Led Zepplin shirt he got last summer and rises to tower over you again. "Here you go," he offers with a smirk.

"Thanks," you mutter, taking it with a soft smile.

You step out of the room for a second to change in the bathroom. Meanwhile, Eddie takes a deep breath and tries to settle himself down again. When you stopped him after class earlier today, he could've never predicted you two would end up here. He's not mad at it, just taken aback.

He gathers an extra blanket from the end of his bed and one of the pillows to take into the living room. Then, you emerge from the bathroom. You enter Eddie's bedroom and place your neatly stacked uniform on an extra chair by the door. His Led Zepplin shirt ends relatively high on your thighs, but you don't mind. It's soft and more importantly, it smells like Eddie, which you could never say aloud is your favorite part.

When Eddie catches sight of you, he inhales sharply. "Holy-" He stops himself before he completely embarrasses himself.

You turn around, meeting his gaze with a sense of confusion.

Eddie covers his mouth with his fist, trying to play it off, but fails poorly.

You glance at the objects in his hands and frown. "Where are you going?"

"Oh, uh," he points at the bed. "I was gonna let you have the bed."

"I'm not going to make you sleep on that tiny couch when you're practically as tall as Big Bird," you insist, moving to sit down on the mattress. "Plus, I'm scared enough of the dark in a familiar space. In a new one, I won't get a second of sleep." You pat the spot beside you and begin to climb in. "Come on."

"Okay, uh, cool," Eddie stumbles over his words, utterly speechless.

He moves toward his closet and swings open the doors. You slip to the side of the bed away from the door, hating to sleep anywhere near it. You've seen enough horror movies to know better. Eddie, being the boy, gets the door. When you turn toward the front of the bed, your eyes land on Eddie, more like a shirtless Eddie. Chills course over your skin as you take in the numerous tattoos scattering his arms, and shoulder blades... Holy shit-balls. Then, paying no mind, he unbuckles his belt and drops his jeans. A smack of reality hits you, snapping you out of your gawking. You swiftly lay down and try to make it look like you went completely staring. While in your head, you're screaming.

Eddie switches off the lights and shuts his door, locking it. He can't believe he's climbing into his bed with you in it, in his fucking shirt too. If you say anything to him he won't hear it over his heart pounding like a drum set in his ears. He lays down beside you and wishes he had better game but instead is as stiff as a board.

You flip onto your side and peer across the short distance at him. Eddie follows your lead, trying to do it as smoothly as possible.

You realize how his eyes capture every ounce of light they can. They're so dark they shimmer so evidently in the moonlight.

"I didn't know what I was expecting when we agreed to meet up this afternoon," you whisper. "I didn't know if you were going to be-"

"Mean and scary?" He predicts.

You nod. "Well, a little considering how you act at school, toward Jason and the guys..."

His brows scrunch together. "I only do that to get a rise out of them."

"I know... I guess I was nervous because..." You hesitate and your eyes slip to Eddie's hand resting on his pillow. You've never looked at his rings so up close. "Well, I thought you couldn't stand me. You know so much more about music, the world, and things that actually matter. I thought... I thought you were better than me."

"No way," he chuckles. "You're lying."

When you don't respond, he brings his hand to your cheek, brushing the strands of hair back. “Look at me..."

You shy away from his instruction, continuing to focus on the spot where his hand used to be.

"Y/N, look at me," he repeats, this time more sternly.

You do as he asks, meeting his gaze timidly.

"I could never hate you..." he states with the utmost certainty. "Now, can you and your cheerleader friends get on my nerves sometimes? Sure," he jokes with a cheeky smirk.

You snicker, making Eddie's smirk grow into a grin.

He rubs his thumb across your cheek, peering at you with the most sense of protection and admiration he's felt for anyone. “But seriously, some days your smile is the only thing that got me through school. Even if it was because of your asshole boyfriend you were smiling. Being around you no matter the situation is like the first day of summer, freeing and exciting.”

“Even when we’re bickering?” You mumble.

He chuckles. “Yeah, even then.” He assures as he leans in and plants a quick peck to your forehead.

You two shift, allowing Eddie to lay on his back and you on his chest. His arm around you is like a security blanket. Then again, that's whenever he touches you. Your hand glides across his bare chest as you take in his numerous tattoos. In your ear, you can hear his heart beating quickly. It's comforting.

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest. “I wish we had genuinely talked sooner. I feel like an entirely different person when I’m with you.”

“In a good way?” He asks, partially joking.

“In the best way.” You reach up and plant a quick kiss on his lips.

You settle back down on his chest and Eddie glides his fingertips over your spine like he does with his guitar. Though, the thought crosses his mind that he may like it more than playing, just to feel you next to him.

"I hope you know now I'm never letting you go now," he whispers.

“Good," you reply. "Because I don't want you to."

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Eddie wakes before you. The golden light of the sun's early rays sneak in between Eddie's sheer curtains. He stretches out his arms above his head with a groan. For a second, he wonders what the weight is on his chest. He rubs his eyes and peers down to find your Y/H/C hair. Your hand and cheek rest gently on his skin with such warmth.

Making sure not to wake you, he slips out slowly from beneath your embrace. He shuffles out of the room to use the bathroom quietly before heading to the kitchen to leave his uncle a note on the counter. He figures he won't be home by the time his uncle gets off considering he has to drop you off. Plus, he has his usual Saturday plans to meet up with the band.

Eddie returns to his room to find you still fast asleep. Your hair is scattered across his pillows and he's never seen something more beautiful. He settles on the edge of his bed and brushes his hand over the back of your head. Your curls have since settled into waves and he's never loved it more.

If it weren't for his uncle coming home in a few hours and his uncertainty of your social obligations, he'd let you sleep here all day. He'd get back into bed with you, hold you, and ponder the peace from the world. Yet, that's not the reality. If his uncle came home and found you, there would be a million questions, questions Eddie predicts neither of you are ready to answer.

Ready to wake you, Eddie leans down and plants a kiss on your cheek. You shift slightly, but that's about it. He brushes strands of your hair over your shoulder and moves on to your neck. "Good morning, Princess," he whispers in your ear.

You release a soft moan and turn onto your side. Your eyes flutter open slowly to see Eddie leaning over you with a smirk.

"Morning." You smile and hide your face in the pillow.

He chuckles at your sleepy state. "Coffee?" He asks, rubbing his hand up and down your spine.

You hum and reveal your face again. "Yes, please."

Eddie can't help that his mind switches on like a lightbulb upon hearing that word fall from your lips. What he would give to hear you beg to him. The idea of you, this pure, pristine, and perfect good girl, would only be bad for him... it drives him crazy.

He shakes the thoughts from his head and tries to focus on you. “How do you like it? I will confess though we don’t have an espresso machine," he jokes.

You snicker with a shrug. “However you have it.”

He inhales sharply between his teeth and rise from his spot. “If you say so.”

He leans down and gives you a quick peck before disappearing again to the kitchen.

As Eddie makes you coffee, you slowly wake up and become a functioning human again. You glance about his bedroom, taking in what it looks like during the day. His t-shirt covers you like a cologne-scented blanket that you gladly embrace. You weren't kidding, you might want to steal it.

An unbreakable smile remains on your lips as the memories of last night flash across your mind. Eddie's touch still lingers on your skin and you hope it never goes away. The hours went by too quickly. You wish you could restart the clock to after the game and do the whole night over again.

The door creaks open and Eddie emerges with two mugs. “Coffee, milady," he announces as he hands you one.

You peer into the cup to see the jet-black substance. You knew it. Eddie didn't take you for the cream and sugar type.

“Thank you." You reach up and meet his lips for a quick peck. “This shirt is so comfy. Might have to stuff it in my cheer bag when you’re not looking.”

“Wouldn’t be mad if you did. Looks hot on you.” He smirks as he settles down at your side, crossing his legs on the bed in the process. “How’d you sleep?”

“The best I have in months!" You express, utterly relieved. "I don’t know whether it’s because of the weed, not actually being home alone for once, or maybe sleeping next to you.”

Upon hearing your words, the familiar sensation of heat creeping up to his cheeks threatens to reveal Eddie's sensitive side. “What are your plans for today?” He asks, trying to ignore the feeling.

You exhale deeply and rack your brain. “Chrissy wanted to go to the mall and then we were going to head back to my place to work on winter dance planning. What about you?” You ask, bringing your mug to your lips.

“That sounds totes fun, can I join in?" He teases with a Valley Girl accent and tosses his hair to add to it.

You playfully move to shove him in the chest, but Eddie catches your hand and holds onto it. He brings them to his lap and interlocks his fingers with your's.

"Band stuff and then I'm free," he describes. “I mean we usually come back here and smoke after but if you wanted to do something…” He insinuates, too nervous to straight out ask you. His eyes linger on your interlocked hands as he rubs his thumb over the back of yours.

"Well my parents are supposed to be gone all weekend if you wanted to come over after Chrissy and I finish up," you offer.

Eddie looks up at you with wooded eyes and a smirk. "I would love to see what that mansion looks like inside."

You roll your eyes with a scoff. "Oh geez, it's not a mansion."

"Your three-car garage is the size of this trailer!" Eddie argues.

You can't help but laugh. You hadn't thought about it, but now that he mentions it, perhaps it's true.

"Well then, I'll make sure to give you the grand tour," you assure him.

"Aw thank you, Sweetheart." He grins as plants a lingering kiss on your cheek. Then, he leans in to whisper in your ear. "If the final stop is your bedroom, I'll leave you an excellent review."

You pull back to look into his eyes and bite down on your lip. "I can certainly do that."

Eddie's eyes fall to your lips and then leans in to kiss you. The kiss is less urgent or pleading than the ones you shared last night. The way you two are with each other, it's as though you two have been together forever. You banter, make each other laugh and take care of one another. None of it makes any sense, you two are of entirely different worlds, yet it feels so right and natural.

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Outside of your house, you can't seem to leave Eddie's van. It took over an hour for you two to actually leave his house. Then, the ten-minute drive to your place felt more like five. When he pulled into your driveway, you ended up talking for thirty minutes about the most random things. The threat of noon came out of nowhere and when it became crunch time to say goodbye, neither of you could bring yourselves to do it. A goodbye peck turned into a kiss and eventually a full-blown make-out session with you straddling Eddie's lap as Journey plays over the radio.

"I have to go!" You giggle against his lips.

"Five more minutes," he pants, gripping your waist tighter.

"Chrissy will be here any minute!"

Eddie pulls back and glances at his watch. "You said noon, it's clearly 11:55."

You laugh and cup his face. "I have to get inside and she's always early!"

"Tell her the van is a maintenance guy's or something," he rushes out and begins to kiss your neck.

"She would have to be blind to believe that," remark breathlessly, becoming too consumed by his actions.

If Chrissy rolled up to your house and saw Eddie's van in the driveway she'd probably think you were being robbed. If she looked in the window to see you on Eddie's lap, she'd faint right there on your lawn.

Eddie pulls at the collar of your cheer vest for more access to your collarbone. Your fingers comb through his hair and gather it into a fist with a slight tug, earning a moan from him.

Suddenly, your butt hits the horn, causing you both to jump.

"Oh shit!" You nearly scream.

You and Eddie peer at one another for a moment then break out laughing. You rest your forehead against his shoulder as you two can't believe that just happened.

"Okay, I really have to go! If my neighbors see us they'll tell my parents," you sigh, moving to climb off of him.

Eddie groans and holds onto your hand for as long as possible.

"I'll see you tonight." You say as you plant a quick peck on his cheek. "Promise."

"This is gonna be the longest day ever," he whines and reluctantly lets your hand go so you can hop out.

"You'll live." You smirk and grab your duffle bag from the bag.

"Don't count on it," he grumbles under his breath.

You jog in front of the van to his window and he rolls it down. You rest your arms in the open and he takes your hand.

"So, seven?" You double-check, biting down on your lip.

"I'll be here at 6:55, we'll call it being on Chrissy Time," he jokes with a grin.

"Awesome, bye!" You lean in a give him a quick peck.

When you turn to walk away, Eddie grabs your wrist and pulls you back. "What was that bullshit?"

You knew he wouldn't like your quick goodbye. You did it just to irk him.

You giggle as he slips his hand over your cheek and pulls you in for a desperate kiss. You wish you didn't have to go. In a perfect world, you'd invite Eddie in and spend the entire day together. Yet, if this is truly going to remain a secret, you have to be smart about it, discrete.

You two break apart with a shared sigh.

"Later, Princess," Eddie mumbles, finally letting you go.

You pick up the handle of your duffle that you dropped when Eddie got frustrated. Swiftly, you jog toward your front door, eager to get inside before Chrissy gets here. You have to change and act like you've been here all morning otherwise she'll get suspicious. When you reach your door, you glance back at Eddie and smile to find him waiting until you get inside safely. You unlock it and step inside. Once the heavy wood door shuts behind you, you rest against it and drop your bag with a sigh.

"Holy shit," you whisper to yourself, finally taking a deep breath after the whirlwind of a night and morning you've had. In a matter of twelve hours your entirely world has flipped upside down and all because of one boy.

As Eddie drives down your street, just as he did yesterday, he's losing his mind. "Holy shit," he mumbles. He still can't wrap his head around that any of it actually happened, last night, this morning. All he knows for sure is he won't be able to pay attention for a second during practice and he'll be counting down the hours until he sees you again.

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galaxysupreme17 · 2 years

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Slipping Through My Fingers

Emily PrentissXdaughter!reader!

A/n: Just a story based on the ABBA song Slipping through my fingers. Any French words used come from my little knowledge and Google translate!

D/N-Dates Name

Because It is easier, Reader is going to end up with Jack Hotchner because I feel like it.

~Jack Hotchner Face Claim: Joe Alwyn~

Schoolbag in hand She leaves home in the early morning

“Mommy!!” five year old Y/n yells as she rushes down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother currently is.

“In the kitchen baby!” Emily calls out as she watches her daughter run to her.

“Mommy I have school today hurry!” Y/n says smiling brightly.

Emily can’t help but laugh lovingly. “Okay Chérie. I am going to put your lunch in your bag then we can go” Emily says causing her daughter to jump and squeal before walking off.

(Darling)

After Emily got to the school she watched as Y/n walked into her classroom trying not to cry.

Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile, I watch her go with a surge of that well-known sadness

As her laughter dies down Emily sets her Y/n down in her chair at her desk. She quickly notices Y/n’s nanny/babysitter approaching them.

“Ahh Thank you for picking Y/n up here Taylor it really means a lot!” Emily says causing the young adult to smile.

“Of course! I don’t mind at all! Are you ready to go Y/n?” Taylor questions cause the child to smile happily and nod her head.

Emily gives her daughter the biggest hug and kiss in the world and watches as Taylor and Y/n leave the bullpen. Y/n of course waves goodbye to her mother and her mother’s teammates them blows a kiss causing Penelope to gasp happily and Emily smile brightly.

The feeling that I'm losing her forever and without really entering her world

Emily paces back and fourth in the living room trying to get ahold of her daughter. “Y/n Angelique Prentiss I swear to god you better answer your phone! You are past your curfew. Two hours past might I add! Goddamn Y/n!! Where are you?” Emily yells into her phone before giving up.

Just was Emily was about to call Garcia and ask her to track Y/n’s phone the front door opens causing Emily to whip around.

“Where the hell have you been Y/n?” Emily crosses her arms over her chest.

“Out. I’m sorry. We lost track of time” Y/n explains with a role of her eyes.

“We?” Emily questions.

“Jack and I” Y/n says nonchalantly before going upstairs and shutting her door making Emily sigh and it on the couch with her head in her hands,

I'm glad whenever I can share her laughter, that funny little girl

“Are you serious?” Y/n questions while trying to breathe from her laughter.

“I am! Your Uncle Morgan was so scared after he and uncle Spencer got stuck in the elevator!” Emily says laughing causing her daughter to laugh even more.

“I can’t even picture his face!! Did he play it off cool like he wasn’t scared?” Y/n asks between uneven breaths.

“Oh of course he did! He tried but failed to play it off” Emily says while smiling at her daughters laughter.

Slipping through my fingers all the time, I try to capture every minute

Emily smiled as she stood in the doorway of Y/n’s room watching her get ready for her first date with D/N.

“Mom can you help me with my hair?” Y/n asks turning around to her mother who nodded.

“Of course I can mon amour” Emily says and walks over.

(My Love)

After Emily finished Y/n’s hair, Y/n stood up and hugged her mom tightly before walking off to pick out an outfit.

Popping her head, Y/n looks at Emily with a smile. “Merci maman. Je t'aime” Y/n states.

(Thanks Mama. I love you)

“Je vous en prie” Emily says before Y/n goes back to her closet to hunt for an outfit.

(You are Welcome)

Then when she's gone there's that odd melancholy feeling, And a sense of guilt I can't deny

“What is going through that bright mind of yours?” Emily questions while poking at her daughters head. They had just moved back from England because of the whole Doyle thing. Then Hotch asked Emily to take over as Unit Chief.

“I don’t know. Just nervous about college I guess” Y/n states as they start walking toward the massive building that is Yale University.

“Don’t be! You are extremely smart Y/n! You were top of your class and graduated early. You are going to do amazing here!” Emily says giving her daughter and light squeeze on the arm.

“But I am gonna be eight hours away! Plus with you traveling a lot because of the BAU” Y/n rambles.

“Hunny! Calm down! Yes I will be eight hours away but you are strong and independent. You are going to be okay my love. Also your Auntie Penelope is already planning to call you everyday” Emily explains as they reach Y/n’s dorm room.

Y/n turns to Emily and pulls her in for a bear hug. Emily just holds her daughter tightly not letting go for a few minutes.

“Alright. I have to get back. You are going to do amazing Y/n! I promise and you know you can call me anytime you need. I am so proud of you Chérie” Emily says letting go of her daughter.

(Darling)

“Thank you mama. I love you” Y/n says giving her mother one last short hug before staring to walk away.

“I love you too Y/n” Emily says causing both of them to smile.

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture, And save it from the funny tricks of time, Slipping through my fingers

Walking out of Rossi’s house and toward the rest of the party, Emily notices Y/n and Jack sitting together and Y/n is playing Chess against Spencer and surprisingly winning.

Emily walked over just as Spencer gained the upper hand and beat Y/n causing her to sigh but laugh at how excited Spencer was.

“Y/n come help me with something real quick” Emily called out as she wasn’t too far from her daughter.

“Okay! Coming mama!” Y/n called out as she kissed Jack’s cheek and walked over to her mother to help.

“Whatcha need?” Y/n questions with a smile.

“Will you help me by cutting the watermelon while I cute the cantaloupe?” Emily questions causing her daughter to smile.

“Of course!” Y/n states happily while getting to work.

While they were halfway down, Jack came over and sat across from Y/n and started eating the food she had cut.

“Stope eating it Jack!” Y/n stated while swatting his hand away.

Emily looked at her daughter with a smile wishing she could freeze the picture she is seeing. She then starts thinking about her daughter when she was younger with a soft smile on her face.

Schoolbag in hand she leaves home in the early morning. Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss x daughter reader #mamma mia #abba #spencer reid #jack hotchner #david rossi #jennifer jareau #penelope garcia #derek morgan #Criminal Minds #meryl streep

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softquietsteadylove · 9 months

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Hello! I would like to make a request. Since I really liked your 5+1 things may I request another one? You can choose the AU :)

Five times Gil hid an injury from Thena, and one time he couldn’t hide anymore.

Would be awesome! And thank you for writing so many Thenamesh ones! ❤️

Little accidents were bound to happen, even in the end of the world.

"Gil?"

Gil startled, rushing to hide his little cut in his finger. He felt embarrassed.

Thena was such a badass, and she already had all the knowledge and skill needed to survive in what remained of the world. She didn't really need him. He was pretty sure she didn't really want him either.

"How is the food coming?" she asked quietly, in the same cool and even tone she said everything else. He was lucky, though--without her he would probably still be trying and failing to find a safe little spot for himself in a mall somewhere.

"It's good," he rushed to smile at her, pressing his palm closed, "nothing's spoiled."

Thena made somewhat of a face he was pretty sure was relief. But he would have to get better at reading her tiny little micro-expressions. "That is good news."

He had guessed right! He laughed, "finally, some good fuckin' food."

She didn't laugh at that, just offered a solemn agreement. Maybe it made sense that her meme knowledge before the end of everything wasn't a top priority.

Gil snuck his finger into his mouth to lick the blood clean. He had to be careful, sure there was something to be said about even the smallest amount of blood being a risk to have in the open.

But he was strong.

That was a big part of what he had going for him in a world like this, and he knew it. He wasn't a survivalist, he wasn't even a camping kind of guy. He wasn't brave and he certainly wasn't a fighter. But he was strong.

Gil pulled and pulled at the boards nailed over the doorway. Thena was on the other side of the office building looking for the odd supply. She had a very good mind for how to find supplies that people would forget about, like water in hotel mini fridges and snacks in office vending machines.

Thena was smart, and cunning, and she was a hell of a fighter.

Gil pulled at the wood more, trying not to verbalise his strain. The stairwell would be better for them to get back down and out than the crumbled elevator shaft they had used to get in.

"Gil?" Thena arrived, leaning over him, "are you okay?"

He chuckled, ignoring the muscle in his shoulder he definitely pulled getting the stupid boards ripped away from their escape. "I got it."

She smiled, though, and he felt a little repaid for his efforts already. She slipped away the little bags of candy into her pockets and helped him up, "I told you that you could."

Gil covered up how it wrenched his muscles for her to pull him up by his left arm. He chuckled, "you're always right, huh?"

"You don't have to go that far," she answered, although he was pretty sure she was humoured by his statement.

Gil followed Thena into the stairwell, hoping there were no more boards to pull off. Maybe he would suggest just kicking in the next ones they found.

And he liked helping Thena.

She wasn't used to letting someone help her out the way he was. She preferred to handle things herself. He was trying to convince her to rely on him a little more, but that didn't mean she had adapted to it overnight.

"Careful!" Gil called up to her as she moved from one branch of the tree to another. She looked down at him just to give him a very unamused glare. He sighed, "okay, okay."

It wasn't like she was stories off the ground, she was trying to get some low hanging apples out of a gnarled old tree.

Still, Gil couldn't help but feel nervous any time she was up off the ground that high, whether it be scaling the shelves of a supermarket or climbing a tree for sour little wild apples.

"Thena, really," Gil frowned, watching her stretch out her arm for a particularly plump and red one further down. It did look good--maybe it would even taste better than disgusting. But it wasn't worth her getting hurt. "Just leave it."

"I can get it," she grumbled, less down at him and more just to herself. She inched out into the branch a little more, like a cat testing its luck.

"Thena, please," Gil walked closer, positioning himself as directly under her as possible. "It's not-!"

Thena yelped as the branch snapped clean off under the weight she was putting into her hands in front of her. She tumbled forward, out of the tree and straight into Gil.

Gil grunted as a bundle of bones toppled over and into every soft part he had to offer. Thena was lithe and delicate, with the grace of a predator. But man, it felt like she was all elbows at the moment.

"Gil!" Thena exclaimed, scrambling to rid him of her body weight (as if she didn't weigh as much as a couple of grapes). She crawled off of him and leaned over to inspect the damage, "are you okay?!"

Everything hurt. "I'm fine."

"Gil, really," she frowned, that worry knot between her eyebrows forming like a storm cloud.

"Really Thena," he laughed. He would probably looked like he had been jabbed with a blunt object. "I'm fine."

"I'm so sorry," she practically whimpered. The only thing that made her feel worse than actually needing his help was when it did more harm than good.

"Thena, honestly, I'm okay," he promised her. It wasn't so much of a lie--they were pretty mild injuries, all told. A few bruises, maybe his back would be a little sore.

She had just barely managed to not knee him in the balls, so he considered that escaping unscathed.

Some were actually kind of a big deal.

They had run into other people travelling again, and again, the exchange hadn't been...friendly in nature.

At least they hadn't split up this time, as per Gil's insistence. He knew having him with her slowed Thena down but he couldn't stomach the thought of arriving to her as a hostage again.

They had come out of the fight alive, but he was keenly aware of a cut on the underside of his bicep. It was a very tender area, and the muscle kept stuttering the more he agitated it.

There was nothing that would help that but time, though. He was actually lucky she hadn't noticed it as of yet. And he planned to keep it that way, specifically for her peace of mind.

Thena always ended up drowning in guilt when something happened to him while they were on the road. She seemed to have developed this protectiveness over him that - while he utterly adored it - he didn't always agree with.

It wasn't her job to protect him. They were...partners. Or something.

So he kept walking with her silently as they tried to put the fight out of their minds. Thena wasn't a talker anyway, and at least this injury wasn't making him limp or breathe weird. That one she had sniffed out a mile away.

"Hey."

Thena looked up, curious but maybe a little charmed as he held his hand out to her--the injured one. She slid her hand into his gently and silently, walking through the nothing around them.

It wasn't the first time they'd gone hand in hand, and it wouldn't be the last. And it actually felt kind of nice to have his arm stretched out.

"You were right," she said barely louder than a whisper, "about not splitting up."

He had his own protectiveness about the woman with him, whether she knew it or not. He still wasn't a fighter, but he was capable of more than a few punches if it came down to her life. "We work best together, I think."

She smiled at him, although he could tell she was still deep in thought over it all, "I think you're right."

Gil tightened his hand around her, drifting a little closer. His arm was back to being a little cramped against his side, but he just wanted to be closer to her.

And some of them were just too small to bother mentioning.

Gil pulled his hand back with a hiss, immediately popping his finger in his mouth. He had been reaching back as far as he could to see what might be hiding in the back shelves. Shelves he didn't realise were rusted and jagged all over.

He sighed, returning with nothing to show for all his rooting around except a scraped finger he would not be telling her about. "Find anything?"

"Not much," Thena commiserated with him, producing the singular can of olives she had found under some of the restaurant's old equipment. "I imagine there's a reason these are still here."

Gil winced; he hated olives. "Might not be worth the trouble."

Thena nodded, both of them looking around the once operational kitchen. Supply runs being a bust was always a hard loss.

Gil looked around them too. It was different enough from his old one, but it was still a restaurant kitchen. "Looks so familiar, in a funny way."

Thena looked at him with those bright green eyes of hers.

He chuckled, rubbing his pricked fingertip against the others. "Never thought I'd get to be in one again."

Thena smiled gently. He talked about his past life more than she ever did (which was never). But she always seemed to like it when he did. "I bet you made food I'd kill for, now."

"I don't know about that, but it was definitely worth more than 14.95."

Thena laughed, and did he ever love that sound. It made the entire world around them seem a little less bad. She tilted her head at him in a distinctly cute way. Her ponytail sure was getting long. "I'm sure it was priceless, even back in those days."

He blushed.

"I wish I could have-" Thena cut herself off. There was no sense talking in those terms of 'could have' or 'would have' or 'wished'. There was only now, and tomorrow. She shook her head, smiling at him again, "we'll have to find some decent ingredients for you at some point. You can really show me what you're made of."

He would make her the grandest feast of her life someday, if he had to search every last corner of the earth.

But he couldn't hide them all.

Thena trudged along at a snail's pace. She didn't have much of a choice, completely without a better way of moving Gil within the confines of the city.

When he had first shown signs of his fever, she had at least been able to get him in a car and drive for the longer stretches of highway. She could keep him in there, let him rest, recover what of his strength he could.

She wasn't a doctor, but she knew he had a hell of a fever, couldn't eat or drink much, not that she had much to spare for him. But at least if he had a fever, he was alive. And if he was alive, then he wasn't one of those things.

"Shit," she cursed, lurching and landing against one of the walls along the street. She lowered her center of gravity and adjusted Gil on her back. Poor guy's hands were bound in front of her with his feet dragging on the ground as she used all of her strength just to pull him a block and a half.

The hospital was in sight, at least.

Never had Thena wished more to stumble upon someone--anyone. One of those groups of people who always seemed to be floating around and who would happily take in a strong, decent guy like Gil.

They wouldn't want her, and they never did. But that wouldn't matter; she would leave Gil with them to live his life the way he was supposed to--with good people, happy and healthy.

Thena blinked as new tears rose in her eyes. She couldn't afford the dehydration. She would have to get on the road again before nightfall.

"Stop!"

"Please!" she called out, her voice raw from giving Gil all the water she had to spare. She coughed as she dragged him up to the gates of the parking lot, where they had sectioned off an area for safe passage. "Please, help him!"

The two in the watch tower looked at one another.

Thena coughed some more and stumbled as her knees finally gave out under her. She held Gil's hand in front of her, "please! You don't have to take me! B-But him--he's not bit, he's just sick! You have to help him, please!"

Her vision was fading. She was at the end of her rope.

"Get out there! Help them!"

Thena nearly collapsed as the weight of Gil left her back. She watched as best she could as the two keeping watch pulled him into the hospital, away from her. "G-Gil!"

It was barely more than a squeak.

Thena swayed, catching herself on her palms. She was exhausted, and everything hurt. It had been hurting for days, since she started carrying Gil small distances at a time. But she could live with that if it meant getting Gil the help he needed.

If she had to carry on by herself then so be it.

"Sersi, help me get her upright."

Thena tried to keep her eyes open as she was manhandled. They were helping her inside, like they had done with Gil. No stretchers to spare, huh?

"I can't believe she carried him here from that wasteland."

She would have carried Gil across what remained of the world.

#Thenamesh Zombie AU #I love this au truly #I'm always pleased when I can revisit it #listen Gil is such a sweetie #he's kind of a scaredycat and he gets startled easily and he's clumsy #but damn is he cute #hell the first time they met he walked right into a giant rabbit trap of hers #and told a dad joke #and she went yes this one is for me #Thena said this is the man I want with me at the end of the world #I woke up in a cold sweat with the need to write the last scene #also I didn't include it in this particular one #because it didn't fit #but when they've run into people before #and they invite Gil to stay #but not Thena #he says okay rude wow my murder wife and I are leaving #and Thena goes did you get your injury looked at?#because he almost always has one #and he goes yup I'm all fixed let's go #because he doesn't tolerate ill word of his wife thank you #ALSO HE'S GONNA BE FINE #in case you were wondering #but remember #this is my house #my bird nest #and no one dies here

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