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shiftermia · 2 months

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— Late night snacks

james potter x reader

platonic!peter pettigrew x reader

where james catches you and Peter in the kitchens

a/n: a certain someone (A) kept hounding me to write a James one so here it is out of the kindness of my heart. (I was held at gunpoint as I wrote this)

ALSO I DONT CARE! OUTSIDE OF CANON PETER IS A MARAUDER!!

Ever since becoming friends with the weird group known as the Marauders, you and Peter Pettigrew had grown close to each other.

Yes, the group of boys were close. And it was James and Sirius, and Peter and Remus, the duos within the group. The ones they went to when they had to get into groups of two.

But before you joined them, the other three boys had their own designated friend outside of the group of misfits.

James had Marlene, as they grew up in the same neighborhood. Remus had Lily as they were both smart enough to keep up with each other, and Sirius had Mary. Surprisingly, the two got along quite well.

When they weren’t hanging out with each other, they were hanging out with those girls.

But Peter didn’t have someone other than the boys. Often left to his own devices before James, the mum friend noticed the boy being left behind.

Till you started dating James, and Peter finally had a friend for himself. Someone to hang out with when the others were somewhere else.

You and him had more in common than you expected. Both not as smart as Remus in all subjects but enough to keep up. Both having to study unlike Sirius, and both having to pay attention to fully understand something unlike James.

Another thing you two had in common was your hunger in the middle of the night.

“Psst!” The boy called with his head poking out from his curtains. To no sign of movement, he called again louder, “psst!”

You pulled back James’s curtain revealing your bed head and James’ large form laying on top of you with his head tucked in your neck. “wormy, what?”

“Don’t what me, I’m hungry!” Peter said glancing at Remus’ bed, praying his werewolf ears wouldn’t catch your conversation.

You laughed and whispered loudly, “oh my Merlin! Me too!”

He laughed and pulled himself out of bed and slipped on his shoes, “I’ve been craving Moony Toast for the past hour!”

You let out a scoff and threw yourself back, a hand coming up to mess with James’s curls. “Ive been wanting some strawberries since 12, I just wish the kitchens weren’t so far!” You whined silently.

Peter waved his hand to you, already standing by the door and glancing at Remus’s bed again. “C’mon.”

You widened your eyes and gestured to the sleeping boy on top of you. “You want to help me with the big guy or what?”

He rolled your eyes at your sarcasm and lifted James’s top half enough so you could slide out from under him and gently laid him back down as to not wake him up.

“Okay, now let’s go.” You stated once you put your shoes on and grabbed your boyfriend’s jumper.

You and Peter went down the stairs in the corridor before you came to an abrupt stop. “Shite, what about the map?”

Peter just shook his head and kept walking, “I’m too hungry to find wherever Sirius put it this time.”

You shrugged and followed after him, both of you keeping an eye out for Filch and his dammed demon cat.

Meanwhile, James moved his arm presumably to lay under your his shirt but was left grasping at air.

He lifted his head and looked to his right, “poppet?” He grumbled with squinted eyes before reaching his hand out to grab his glasses.

James sat up and rubbed his eyes under his glasses and looked around the room. The bathroom door was open with the lights turned off, so you definitely weren’t in there.

His eyes landed on Peter’s bed, its curtains wide open with blankets askew.

He groaned and pulled his half naked form out from the warmth and reached down to grab one of his thrown shirts.

James got up and walked over to Sirius’ bed and reached under his bed to pull out the Marauders Map. “Where’re you now, poppet?” He spoke to himself.

“They’re in the kitchens.” Remus’ voice mumbled, head most likely stuffed in his pillow.

James sighed and grabbed his wand, muttering a small lumos, “and may I ask how you know that moony boy?”

“Both the bloody wankers can’t keep quiet, now please let me sleep in fucking peace.” He roughly sighed out and the sound of him yanking the covers was heard along with James’ mocking sound of surprise.

“What do y’know, Remus is right again.” He put on his shoes and quietly left the dorm to the kitchens where yours and Peter’s name moved around.

After, nearly dropping his wand and getting caught by the notorious demon cat. James tickled the pear portrait and was greeted with dim yellow lighting, Peter leaning against a counter and you kicking your feet from atop a stool.

You and Peter instantly both went quiet and let out a breath when you noticed it was James.

“Jamie! You scared the hell out of us!” You spoke before placing another chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth.

He raised his brow and lifted a muscular arm, “I scared you? You scared me!” He exclaimed before seeing Peter’s form slowly sticking something in his mouth.

“The bloody hell are you eating?” He asked Peter.

Peter swallowed and sat up a little bit, “Moony toast.”

“Moony Toast?” James questioned incredulously. “If Remus heard that he would throw a fit,” he stalked forward and leaned his arm over your smaller frame. “Think he did hear it,” he added as an after thought.

“Ugh, he heard?” Peter grunted taking a sip of whatever he had been drinking.

“I assume that’s how you found us?” You asked dipping a strawberry into the bowl of melted chocolate you had in front of you.

“Yeah, and this.” He lifted up the map and your head whipped towards Peter.

“I told you!”

His head shook, “where’d you even find it?!” He exclaimed, blonde hair falling slightly in his face.

James shrugged, “under Sirius’s bed.”

You glared at Peter and he squinted his eyes. “Whatever, not like it matters now.”

James turned to you when he felt you pressed a kiss to his jaw, “why didn’t you tell me where you went, sweet girl?” He gently ran a hand over your head, brushing back baby hairs.

Peter sat up, “I swallowed a bug,” he got up and waved back to you both, “see you two later.”

Once he left, you turned to James and messed with his hair, setting it to how you thought suited him best. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He set a hand on your waist while the other was pressed against the counter. “I don’t care, next time at least let me know.”

You nodded and wiped your strawberry filled fingers on a nearby napkin. “m’kay I will, promise.”

The face you made, made James lean down slightly a press a sweet kiss to your lips.

With a hum, he moved away, nose pressed to your cheek. He licked his lips, “tastes like strawberries.”

You chuckled and traced his face, “well I was eating chocolate covered strawberries.”

James hummed again and brought his hand up to the back of your head, “Huh, I didn’t taste chocolate, lemme..” he trailed off and kissed you again making you snicker in between kisses.

You leaned back slightly and the hand that was holding your head slipped to your waist. Even when distracted, James always made sure you would be safe.

“We should go,” you whispered, James hummed in agreement but didn’t make any move to stop kissing your sweet sweet lips anytime soon.

With you in his shirt and jumper enveloping your frame, messy hair and bright content eyes, and your hands cupping his face so so gently, in the way only you can achieve.

How could he ever be expected to stop?

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #70s #the marauders #james potter #james potter blurb #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter one shot #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter x oc #peter pettigrew #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin

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adharastarlight · 6 months

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marauders halloween headcannon (but its happy, i promise)

okay okay okay but imagine

regulus outright refuses to do a couples costume with james because he likes the side of halloween where you watch horror movies and eat copious amounts of sugar... whilst popular james loves the parties

james begs him to go to the party with him and reg refuses so many times but then james hits him with the fucking puppy eyes and he has to say yes, he's only a man. a weak man at that.

but he's adament he won't do a couple's costume, he's going as a cat because its basic (...and no other reason at allll) and he knows there's not really any way james can copy that

he doesnt know what james is going as until the party when he walks out in just jeans (they almost dont make it to the party) with scratches across his chest and back which he had marlene's help putting on because he'll be dammed if they don't match

everyone asks james if he was "attacked by a werewolf" and he just smiles and corrects them "a cat actually" and points to reg

bonus: reg at some point makes james speechless (not too hard honestly) and just teasingly says "cat got your tongue?"

#ive been thinking about this for too long #fuck i love them #marauders #regulus black #james potter #jegulus #dead gay wizards #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #regulus arcturus black #james fleamont potter #james potter x regulus black #marauders era #marauders halloween #its not angst i promise #i promise its happy

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cinnamontoastcrunch-15 · 2 months

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Today's @wolfstarmicrofic prompt is unrequited!

(936 words.)

"Oh, just fuck right off!" Sirius snaps, grip tightening on his butterbeer.

"God, what's gotten into you?" Marlene asks, arching an eyebrow. To be perfectly honest, Sirius doesn't want to talk about it.

James is more than happy to, though.

"Don't worry about him. He's all pissy because of his unrequited love." Sirius' head immediately snaps up, alarmed.

"Prongs," He says, warning. His eyes almost involuntarily dart to Remus for half a second, panic seeping through him. James, however, is teetering on the line between tipsy and drunk, completely missing the hint.

"Mm, completely hung up on some girl, right?" Peter chimes in, and Sirius almost wants to laugh. The urge to drop dead is much stronger, though. To crawl into a hole and say there until this conversation ends.

"Something like that," Sirius says quickly, before turning away from them both. Fingers crossed, he can just shut this down. "Hey, Lily, that potions essay..."

Unfortunately for him, Lily seems just as invested.

"How do you know it's unrequited?" She asks curiously. Remus lifts his head, then, nose out of his book. For some reason, that's what tips him over the edge. He needs everyone to stop. This is difficult enough.

"Because I asked, okay?" He says hurriedly. It causes his friends to lapse into silence, but it's like he's just burst a dam. The explanation starts before he can hold it back. "I asked, and they said no. They said it was a bad idea, we were too close for that."

"Huh," Mary hums.

"What?" Sirius asks with a frown.

"They didn't say they don't like you?" Mary asks, and it really throws Sirius. He hasn't considered that.

"No, not exactly," He muses, frowning. "But why would anyone reject someone they like?"

"Maybe they were scared of ruining the friendship you two have," Remus speaks up gently, almost inaudibly from across the common room; capturing Sirius' attention in less than a second.

"That makes no sense," Sirius says without missing a beat, eyes locking with Remus. "They should know me well enough to know that I wouldn't let that happen. I know they wouldn't. We've survived worse."

From the corner of his eye, he can see confusion flit across James' face at that comment. Yeah, it was a bit of a risky thing to say. He's practically handing James the truth. It doesn't matter, though. Not right now. His eyes are fixed on Remus.

"Depends on what you think is worse. They might be worried about a messy breakup getting in the way."

"No, that can't be it," He says, imploring. The longing to see into Remus' mind, figure out what he means is too strong. He'll have to unravel it this way instead. "If they're already thinking about a breakup, then clearly they don't like me that much. Unrequited." He wants nothing more than to drop the matter now that he's proven his point to himself. Maybe he doesn't need to see inside Remus' mind. He goes to down the rest of his drink, but Remus is shaking his head, and Sirius is losing sight of everyone else in favour of Remus.

"Or they just care too much about you." There's something in Remus' eyes, an ache that Sirius wants to heal.

"Really? Why would they reject me when I told them how I feel, then?!" Sirius asks desperately. It seems to snap Remus' resolve, burst his ambigious speech.

"Because I'm in love with you, Sirius! Okay?! Christ, this isn't just some- some joke, or some experiment to me! You looked me in the eye and told me you liked me, and that- that made me hope, okay? I don't want to hope. To think that you liking me means you'll fall in love with me. I mean," He releases a breathy laugh, seemingly unaware to the way Sirius' world is turning on it's axis, "I'm me, and you're- you're perfect."

He seems to have reached the end of his tangent, pattering out as everyone looks between the two of them, stunned. Sirius searches his brain, which may or may not be short circuiting, for some way to voice his thoughts. There are so many things he could say, so many ways to tell Remus everything, but none of them seem to be enough. Enough to encompass everything. A better solution comes to him as his yearning overwhelms him.

With that, he sets his butterbeer down and crosses the common room. Remus' eyes widen, suddenly unsure, until Sirius pulls himself into Remus' armchair, facing him. He reaches out, pressing a hand against Remus' cheek and finally, finally connecting their lips. It's everything he could have imagined and more.

Remus' lips are soft, warm against his, overwhelmingly perfect, and making Sirius desperate to stay there forever, mapping out every inch of Remus' mouth, the way it fits against his like they should have been doing this forever. It's a feeling Sirius knows he's never going to forget, causing the words he has been desperately repressing for years bubbling up inside him.

"I love you," Sirius murmurs against Remus' lips after a moment. "I love you so much, Moony."

Their eyes meet again, Sirius watching as Remus' eyes go from searching to joyful, a grin splitting across his face. It took a whooping cheer from James to break the spell that Remus' eyes got him in. They both turn to their friends, a laugh escaping Sirius as he drops his head into Remus' shoulder.

"Thank fuck that's sorted, then!" Lily says brightly, a wry smile on her face.

Okay, Sirius is really grateful for his oversharing friends.

#teenage wolfstar are my faves #they're so oblivious and stupid I LOVE THEM #wolfstar #sirius black #wolfstar oneshot #marauders #remus lupin #remus x sirius #young marauders #moony x padfoot #atyd marauders #marauders oneshot

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sweetiecutie · 1 year

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Pairing: Lily Evans x fem! Reader

Warnings: smut, fingering, infidelity (rip James lol)

A/n: the amount of Lily fics on this app is disastrously small, which is, I think, a crime against humankind. Also, it may look like Lils is mean here but it’s not what I intended, I promise😥

- Shhh, darling, gotta be quiet f’me, okay? Don’t want others to hear what a naughty little girl you are, do we? - Lily tutted, a charming smile curling her lush lips as she fucked her fingers in and out of your sopping pussy ferociously, making your eyes roll and toes curl in tingling pleasure.

You nodded your head weakly, pressing a hand to your mouth, trying so so hard to suppress all the little sounds trying to break past your lips - an impossible task considering the way Lily pinned your with her chubby fingered you so viciously. Wet slippery sounds filled the crammy space of the girls’ dormitories, making you blush even deeper; Lily’s free hand came up to fondle your bare breasts, playing with supple flesh and twisting your nipples almost painfully, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

Your eyes fixated on Lily’s full breasts peeking so teasingly out of the low-cut of her black t-shirt, jiggling so prettily with the way her arm moved rapidly while fucking your greedy pussy. You recognized the familiar tingle settling in a pit of your belly, stomach tensing in sweet anticipation of nearing orgasm.

- Lily, ‘m gonna cum, - you barely whined, head spinning from heat and overwhelming pleasure.

- Cum for me baby, come on, - Lily encouraged softly, curling her nimble fingers a slightest bit, hitting that one sweet spot inside of you, surely sending you right over the edge.

And with that a dam broke. Your body spasmed and trembled ferociously with mind-numbing pleasure penetrating deeply into every muscle, so you had to bite down on your own fingers to subside all the wanton moans treating to spill from your bitten lips. Your eyes shut tight and the only thing your could concentrate on was Lily’s gentle voice, guiding you right through your orgasmic delirium, and surely bringing you back to reality.

Heavy footsteps could be heard nearing the room you were currently occupying, and by the loud boisterous laughter you could tell that it was no other but infamous James Potter. Lily cursed under her breath, pulling your tank top, that was bunched under your armpits just enough to reveal your tits, back down, throwing Marlene’s heavy duvet over your lower half. She made a quick job picking up your long dismissed shorts and panties from the floor and shoving them underneath said duvet, hiding your clothes there.

Mere moments later a door bursted open, hitting the wall with a loud ‘bang’ followed by James’ quiet ‘ooops, sorry’. Gryffindor seeker looked around a messy room, his pretty curls bouncing every time his head moved, glasses sitting low on his nose.

- Lils, dear, here you are, - shouted James cheerfully, nearing red-haired girl in two wide steps and wrapping a bing arm around her mid-section. He places a chaste kiss on her temple before averting his attention from his girlfriend to you, slumping against numerous pillows piled on your bed, still panting heavily. - Y/n, love, you allright?

Curly-haired boy let go of his girlfriend, advancing you and feeling your forehead with the back of his hand, tutting at the unnatural warmth underneath his skin.

- I don’t think she is, she’s burning hot, - tutted Lily in feigned compassion. James nodded in agreement, retreating his hand from your face, a look of sincere worry etched on his handsome face.

- Y/n, it’s may, how did you manage to get a cold? - he chided softly, not really knowing how to help you. You only shrugged weakly, giving him a small smile.

- I think she just needs some rest. She’ll be as good as new after some sleep, won’t you, dear? - Lily inquired and you nodded fervently, agreeing with ginger-haired girl animatedly. - Jamie, can you leave us alone, so I can help this poor thing into shower? - she added, referring to a bespectacled boy who was standing completely lost and clueless in the middle of the room.

- You sure? Maybe I can help with something? I have these really cool cough drops mom sent me, I can go fetch ‘em, - James offered and you felt a little pang in your chest for being a reason why him and Lily couldn’t work out. Red-haired reassured him, that you didn’t have cough and she there was an effective antipyretic potion in her trunk, softly urging him to leave. James only nodded his head and hurried to withdraw from the room. - Get better soon, dear, - he said before shutting the heavy door behind himself, leaving you two alone again.

You met Lily’s green eyes - they were crinkling with amusement and something you couldn’t quite decipher - something sly and playful. She neared you in in a few quiet steps, sitting herself next to you on a soft bed, one hand came to rest on the side of your neck, thumb rubbing the angle of your jaw softly. You looked at her bashfully, eyes shining and cheeks deeply flushed from your recent orgasm paired a possibility of being almost caught by Lily’s boyfriend. Red-haired sight softly, moving her hand down your rapidly pulsing jugular and then heaving chest, fingertips ghosting over your hard fabric-clad nipples teasingly.

- Oh dear, you do look like you need some help. Maybe with my mouth this time, huh?

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wierdshenanigans · 7 months

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Marauders as things my friends and I have said/texted:

Remus: If someone told you all I was arrested but gave no further explanation, what crime would you guys think I committed?

Peter: aggravated assault

James: manslaughter

Sirius: I'd just break you out and ask you

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Lily: he definitely likes me

Marlene, who's heard Sirius complain about James's crush on Lily for weeks now: Are you sure?

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Regulus: What would you do if I embarrassed you in public?

James: I don't got no shame to be embarrassed by you, sweetie

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Mary: Did you know Lily and James are going out together?

Sirius: Dam, she lowered her standards so low it went lower than hell

Mary:

Mary: James is YOUR BEST FRIEND??

Sirius: Your point?

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jaythedagger · 1 year

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there is something so intimate and special about ‘the last of us.’ in the way that neil druckmann was terrified that no one would even be interested in this incredible story he was pouring his heart into over a decade ago. in the way that the original cast were brought together for the first game but not only to play the characters and bring them to life; to become them. the way that ashley johnson is in love with space the same way ellie is. how joel loves a guitar and to sing, just as troy baker does. the dog we find at the dam as joel being buckley, troy’s dog that had passed away three years prior to the first game, living on forever in a different world. we have a phenomenal director fall in love with this story, and when craig and neil meet they agree to make this insane show that neil was trying so hard to make a reality after being turned away on multiple occasions. the show cast being so intertwined with the game cast. merle carrying marlene’s legacy throughout her whole life. ashley birthing the character on screen that she gave life to at the very start of this journey. the same composer that created one of the most iconic soundtracks not only being featured in the second game as his own character but coming back and creating yet another beautiful score for its adaptation. the directors both having ellie’s switchblade tattooed on their bodies. getting to listen to troy, neil and craig gush and tear up talking about this franchise for hours on the podcast because they are just that god damn proud of it.

‘the last of us’ is something to be apart of.

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morallyinept · 2 months

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A full transcribe of JOEL MILLER'S dialogue/lines from the TV show THE LAST OF US.

EPISODE 6 - KIN

Includes full dialogue, and dialogue from any deleted/additional scenes available.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to read the dialogue. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

☝🏻Dialogue has been fully transcribed by myself using reference to original scripts (if available), audio subtitles and using my own two ears. Therefore, mistakes can be made, however I have tried to be as fully accurate as I can. If you spot an obvious mistake, please kindly let me know. Where audio is not clear, I have marked with *inaudible* Scenes are separated for ease of reference.

FULL SCRIPT DIALOGUE:

...gimme the gun. Gimme the gun, Henry.

Henry, no!

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And the gun.

Just someone passin’ through. Take the gun out, two fingers only. Put it out of reach.

I’m lookin’ for my brother.

I haven’t told you what he looks like.

A bit.

No. Ellie!

What did I just say?

Nevermind her. I need you to tell us where we are.

We’re somewhere here. Exactly where? And your answer better the same as your wife’s.

Well, you found a great place to hide, I guess.

So you haven't heard the name Tommy?

You got any advice on the best way west?

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They’ve lived here a long time. Put that back.

Shut up.

I’m okay, I’m okay. I’m fine.

I said I’m fine! Just the cold air… all of a sudden.

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Don’t start. It’s too close to dark. There’s some caves along the river. We’ll set up camp there, cross in the mornin’.

We can get our own rabbits.

Just keep movin’.

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Come down from there. You’re gonna break your neck.

No.

Okay?

Oh, it’s a “we?”

It’s never been an option. Maybe… an old farmhouse. Some land. A ranch.

Sheep. I would raise... sheep. They’re quiet and do what they're told.

And what about you, where you gonna go?

Sally Ride.

It’s a little late to start wonderin’.

Tried what?

Well, I reckon it’s a lot more complicated than that. Marlene, she’s a lotta things, but… she's no fool. If she says they can do it, they can do it.

I’ll do both. Get some sleep. Dream of… sheep ranches on the moon.

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You gotta wake me up if that happens. You can’t do things like this.

I’m responsible for you, okay?

Uh-uh.

You wake me up next time.

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Fine.

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You don’t know how to whistle?

No.

Talent.

Huh.

You can handle the shootin’. Not so sure about the dressin’.

The part where you take the guts out.

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You’re no Will Livingston.

Yeah. Don’t ask me. I don’t have a clue.

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Get behind me.

We ain’t lookin’ for any trouble. We’re just passin’ through.

How ‘bout we just talk this through?

Okay. Easy.

It’ll be okay.

There’s no infected out here.

Like I said, we’ll just move on.

I’m just lookin’ for my brother. That’s all, nothin’ more.

Joel.

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Tommy!

I came here to save you.

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Thank you, ma’am. Been a while since we had a proper meal.

Sorry. Ellie, let’s mind our manners.

What’s wrong with you?

Ellie.

Ma’am, we’re grateful for your hospitality an’ all. But it’d be nice to have a moment here, maybe just for family.

Congrats.

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And you said infected?

No, he can’t. How do you keep this place quiet?

You draw power from the dam?

So, uh, communism.

We’ve been doin’ fine.

Yeah. Okay.

You’ll be fine.

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Been a long time. Doesn’t seem like you aged much.

Pshoo. Christmas trees and bacon? Pretty decent set up.

She’s fine. Alright.

Oh, yeah. She’s the daughter of some Firefly muckety-muck. Tryna find her family somewhere out here. I was headin’ in this direction, so…

There’s a payment. So, you know where they might be, these Fireflies?

It’ll be easy for us seeing as you can headshot infected from half a mile away, which is a bunch of bullshit, by the way.

Oh, come on. I made it across the country. The two of us can make it from here to Colorado.

What, ‘cause your wife won’t let you?

She the one who kept you off the radio? Is that why you stopped messaging me back?

I’m your brother.

No, I heard. Wrong people might show up. So is that what I am? Am I the wrong people?

Those things I did, Tommy, those things that you judge me for, I did those things to keep us alive.

If you knew the shit that I’ve been through, Tommy, tryin’ to find you these last few months-

Guess we’ll find out.

What else am I supposed to say?

We’ll grab some supplies and be outta your hair in the mornin’.

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This ride to the university, is it a suicide mission?

You’ve had people go that way and come back?

She’s immune.

Ellie. She got infected, but she didn’t get sick.

Tommy. Tommy, I saw her get bit myself. That was months ago. Months. She’s immune.

It was Marlene. She hired us to smuggle her to some Fireflies. It went bad. Tess got bit. She made me swear to take the kid. It was her dyin’ wish. What the hell was I supposed to do? We made it as far as KC, and then… You know, she saved my life there… from another kid. Five years ago, I would’ve destroyed him. But she had to shoot him to save me. Fourteen years-old. Because I was too slow and too fuckin’ deaf to hear him comin’. And I saw… I saw a man kill his own brother to save her while I just watched. And today I thought that dog was gonna tear her apart because it smelled somethin’ on her. And all I did was stand there. I couldn’t move… I couldn't think of anything to say. I just… I was so afraid.

You think I can still handle things, but... I’m not who I was. I’m weak. Lately, there are these moments where the fear comes up outta nowhere, and my heart… feels like it’s stopped. And I have dreams. Every night.

I don’t know. I can’t remember. I just know that when I wake up, I've lost somethin’. I’m failin’ in my sleep. That’s all I do. It’s all I’ve ever done… is fail her again and again.

I’m just gonna get her killed, I know it. I know it. I have to leave her.

I mean, it’s why you took off on me, right? To make up for the things we did? Well, here’s your chance to bring your kid into a better world. You’re younger than me, you’re still strong. You said it yourself, you’ll come back. You have to take her. And you can’t tell anyone, not even Maria. Tommy, you're the only one I trust. If anyone else sees those bites on her, what’s under her skin… they’ll shoot her. It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. I swear.

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Ellie…

Listen, um…

I came here to talk to you.

What exactly did you hear?

I made this decision for your own good. You’ll be way better off with Tommy. He knows the area better than I do-

Of course I do.

No. Don’t say another word.

You have no idea what loss is.

You’re right. You’re not my daughter. And I sure as hell ain’t your dad. Now come dawn, we’re goin’ our separate ways.

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No. I came here to steal one of these horses and go.

I know. Anyway… that was thirty minutes ago and I guess… you deserve a choice. Still think you’d be better off with Tommy-

Okay.

Hold onto both.

General direction?

Countin’ on it. Can I borrow that?

'Cause Maria took mine, you know?

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Wide right. You’re flinchin’.

I made it bigger than I should’ve. Eject the cartridge.

Mm-hmm.

Okay, give it.

Mm-hmm.

A deep breath in, slow breath out. You squeeze the trigger like you love it.

Gentle… steady. Nice and slow.

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No. The country was too big for that. Back then, there were basically two main ways of lookin’ at things. Some people wanted to own everything. And some people didn’t want anyone to own anything at all.

Neither. I just did my job.

That’s right. Houses, stores… that kinda thing. We were called “contractors.”

Yeah. We were cool. Everybody loved contractors.

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Right. It’s called a “turnover.”

Yup.

Basically… but violent.

Well, how ‘bout that? Made it in five days.

Still time to find out.

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Team mascot. It’s a kind of sheep.

They’re probably in the middle. Safer.

This way.

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Yup.

Sort of adults. I think it was just as much about partyin’ and findin’ themselves as anythin’ else. Figuring out what they wanted to do with their lives.

So, I’ve been thinkin'.

I don’t want a sheep ranch actually. I mean if the deal is I can do anything?

Well… when I was a kid I wanted to be a singer.

Why is that funny?

No.

You’re already laughin’.

Fair enough.

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Must be from the old labs.

First time seein’ a monkey?

Lookit.

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Mm. No guards.

Yeah.

This is a packin’ list. Something you make before moving.

Well… least it ain’t Clickers.

All the pins lead there. Maybe gettin’ ahead of the weather… Better facilities? I don’t know.

Out the back.

Ready?

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FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO CHARACTERS DIALOGUE

#joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #joel miller dialogue #pedro pascal character dialogue

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I never admitted to anybody during my entire military service that I had been an actor. I was terrified that I would be put in charge of Ensa [Entertainments' National Service Association]. Not even my closest friends knew I was an actor. I told them I was reading English at St Andrews University.

- Richard Todd

In his heyday in the 1950s and 1960s, Richard Todd was Britain’s leading matinee idol. If you love old movies, you’ll have seen Todd in one of his starring roles in “The Virgin Queen” opposite Bette Davis, “Stage Struck” with Marlene Dietrich, or “The Dam Busters” for which he won a Golden Globe Award. He was the tough little Scotsman in the wartime weepie “The Hasty Heart” and had audiences madly hunting for hankies.

Those were the days when Todd streaked across North American film screens as virtually every romantic hero from Rob Roy to Robin Hood. Ian Fleming chose him to play James Bond in “Dr. No” in 1962, but a schedule clash meant Sean Connery stepped into the role.

Little less known is the fact that he was also among the first British soldiers and the first Irishman to land in Normandy on D Day. More specifically, he participated in Operation Tonga during the D-Day landings in Normandy on 6 June 1944.

So it must have been surreal for Richard Todd the hearthrob actor to find himself playing Major John Howard in the epic movie ‘The Longest Day’ (1962) based on Cornelius Ryan’s book. Not least because he served with Howard and took part in the fighting at Pegasus Bridge that Major John Howard was tasked to secure on D Day.

Richard Todd was born in Dublin, Ireland, in 1919. His father was a medic in the British Army and, as his posting required, the early years of his life were spent in India. The family settled in Devon upon their return to England, and Richard was educated at Shrewsbury Public School, in Shropshire. The theatre was his first love, and he furthered his dramatic skills at the Italia Conti school, thereafter moving to Scotland where he helped to form the Dundee Repertory Theatre. When War was declared, Todd went to St. Andrew's University on the following day to volunteer. He was not a member of the University, but he not only convinced the selection unit that he was, but also added that he had been reading English there for six months, and that he had obtained a Cert A in his school cadet corps; a key point to being accepted as an officer. Despite success in passing off this invented career, Todd was to be disappointed by a lack of interest in him thereafter.

Becoming increasingly desperate to get into the War before it ended, he sent numerous letters to the War Office to press his case, which, in June 1940, was finally noticed.

Accepted by the King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, Todd went to Sandhurst to receive his officer training. He had a very lucky escape here when he was in a corridor on the second floor of a building when it was hit by a bomb, and he was blown into the garden outside by the blast. He got to his feet in the darkness and did not feel particularly affected by it, but an examination by torchlight revealed that his whole body was covered in blood from numerous small wounds.

A spell his hospital delayed his passing out from Sandhurst until early 1941. Celebrating in London, he narrowly avoided death again when he found his usual haunt, the Cafe de Paris, was too crowded to admit him and so he went elsewhere; it was hit by a bomb that same night and 84 people were killed.

His Battalion, the 2nd/4th Battalion The King's Own Yorkshire Light Infantry, was posted to XII Corps in defence of Kent, where a German invasion if it came would almost certainly land. Todd was given command of the infantry in the Dymchurch Redoubt, a fort of the Napoleonic era mounting two six-inch guns.

In the event of an invasion, this would certainly have been a primary target for the enemy, and those manning it were told that, with the main defensive line far to their rear, they would be left to fight to the end. General Montgomery commanded XII Corps at this time, and his characteristic emphasis on training and preparedness led to the formation of the first Battle Schools. Richard Todd attended one of these, and the experience allowed him to run his own School when, in December 1941, he was sent to Iceland with the 1st/4th King's Own Light Infantry to be trained in arctic and mountain warfare. Returning to England in September 1942, he eventually ended up in the 7th (Light Infantry) Parachute Battalion of the 6th Airborne Division. He was among troops of the 7th (Light Infantry) Parachute Battalion who, at 00:40 hours on 6 June 1944, landed behind the Normandy beaches in a cornfield, perilously close to tracer fire.

Todd scrambled into a wood and with 150 other paratroopers reached Pegasus and Ranville bridges, vital crossings to allow Allied forces to break out from the beachheads into Normandy. They had been seized by a glider force from the Ox and Bucks Light Infantry under the command of Major John Howard, who needed reinforcements to fend off ferocious German attacks.

In his memoirs, Caught in the Act, Todd would write of the carnage, “There was no cessation in the Germans' probing with patrols and counter-attacks, some led by tanks, and the regimental aid post was overrun in the early hours. The wounded being tended there were all killed where they lay. There was sporadic enemy mortar and artillery fire we could do nothing about. One shell landed in a hedge near me, killing a couple of our men.”

Todd would go on and see action at the Battle of the Bulge and push into the Rhine into Germany. After VE day, his division returned to the UK for a few weeks, then was sent on counter-insurgency operations in Palestine. During this posting he was seriously injured when his Jeep overturned, breaking both shoulders and receiving a concussion. He returned to the UK to be demobilised in 1946.

In 1962, Todd was given the part of Major John Howard in the film adaptation of Cornelius Ryan's book about the D-Day landings, ‘The Longest Day’ (1962). Due to the nature of cinema, it was impossible for the film to give a thorough reflection of the role of the 6th Airborne Division during the Invasion, and as such their activities were solely represented by a reconstruction of the capture of Bénouville Bridge by Howard's coup-de-main force. Although briefly mentioned, the role of the 7th Battalion in the defence of the western bridgehead was largely ignored, and so it appeared as if the defence of the bridge rested only on Howard's men.

Naturally, the omission of their fierce defence of Bénouville caused some resentment amongst veterans, not least because one of their own was championing this re-working of history. Todd, however, regarded ‘The Longest Day’ (1962) as a film rather than a documentary, and his part in it was simply that of an actor doing as he was told.

Richard Todd would never have guessed, that in 17 years since he was on Pegasus Bridge as a paratrooper that he would standing there again as an actor portraying Major John Howard who was given the order: 'Hold,… until relieved'. It had to be Richard Todd’s 'twilight-zone' moment.

The ‘relieve’ for Howard had to come from Lord Lovat and his troops, who had landed on SWORD Beach, and were legging it towards Pegasus Bridge.

Before the shooting of the scenes were started at Pegasus Bridge, the film producer of The Longest Day, Darryl F. Zanuck, had the real life Lord Lovat and Major John Howard brought over to meet the men who were going to portray them (Peter Lawford portrayed Lord Lovat). The men had not seen each other since 6 June 1944.

Photo (above). From L-R: Peter Lawford, Lord Lovat, Richard Todd, Major John Howard.

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Hello ladies and gentlethems, guess who is back?

You know who should be a ship? Lily and Marlene. Like omgg they'll be THE couple. Ok not the IT couple cause in my mind that will always be marylily. But like the couple that no one saw coming but it makes so much sense and they're ruling the world now.

1) It starts off with Lily going to watch her practice (but nope she will never admit it she is just there to read mhmm)

2) OHH for the sake of dumb oblivious sapphics, (a lil love note to @her-midas-touch ) Lily thinks she is only going to the practice to watch James cause duhh all his flirting is finally starting to sink in or something but omg why is Marls flirting with me. Oh wait- she flirts with everyone. BUT WHY AM I GETTING AFFECTED BY THISS REMUS HEEELLPPPP

3) I think once her initial crisis is dealt with, Lily will start flirting back (which will in turn send Marlene into a crisis of her own cause omfg how to respond when someone that isn't Sirius flirts back sjndsjdkfnjd). I'm so dam sure that Lily will rope Mary and Remus into helping her get Marlene to admit she likes her too

4) Their dates would be so cliché but like thats the best part. Think riding in the same broom and watching the sunset in the clouds, sitting in the library and Marls watching as Lily gets excited and over focused interchangeably over books, ohh they would so go to Madame Puddifoots just to like beat the heternormalcy of it all.

5) Lily would absolutely lose it when Marlene wears a suit. But then, Lily wears one and Marls is dead. She is deceased. Slay in Peace gurl

6) Late night swims and wild flower bouquets and books with dog earred pages that open to silly doodles and kisses to joined hands and secretive smiles across the table and Lily wearing Marls's quidditch uniform and Marlene wearing Lily's hair tie in her wrist. That's them.

7) Their ship name would be something like... I actually have no idea what the hell my brain is empty halp

LILYLENE/FIRELILY!!!!!! they have my entire heart fr

1) absolutely. that girl would rather die than admit that she's there for marlene (or anyone for that matter. she has a reputation after all)

2) so real of her. dumb oblivious sapphics have my entire heart btw. she would be freaking out at first bc how could she let james get to her like that??? oh god, she's so much better than this (she is, but she doesn't know that yet). her running to remus is so real of her. moonflower supremacy

3) oh absolutely. marlene had the biggest gay panic ever over it

also, yes. lily gets everyone involved (with the exception of james who would tell marlene the second he gets drunk bc he would feel bad about keeping a secret from his "sister")

4) hejsbs9eh9b I NEED a fic of them just going on cute dates :(

5) lily thinks she's entered heaven or something (she has). marlene knows that she has

6) it so is. it absolutely is

7) I will stand by firelily 🤧

#the lover with the great ideas #marauders #marauders era #marauders fandom #lily evans #marlene mckinnon #lilylene #fielily

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Dorlene was my first ship in this fandom. Cause for some time I hated wolfstar (yes, I’m ashamed) and I wasn’t the no 1 Jily shipper but Dorlene was my favorite since I learned about the marauders fandom two years ago. And that was before the craze with the slytherins so the Dorlene I loved was friends to lovers, shy Dorcas x super extrovert Marlene, both gryffindors, bi Dorcas and lesbian Marlene, and dam, so much has changed and if I told my younger self that now Dorlene is rivals/enemies to lovers with Slytherin Dorcas she would slap me in the face.

#friends to lover ‘and they were roomates’ Dorlene will always have a special place in my heart #marauders era #dorlene

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A Gust of Wind (Vash x Reader), Chapter 8

Vash x Reader, GN! Reader, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Romance, TW: Mental Health Problems. Reader awakens to an unfamiliar world, left alone and struggling with mental health problems from before the crash. Vash emerges as a guiding light for Reader, and vice versa.

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A/N: Giggled and kicked my feet SO MUCH as I wrote this chapter! Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

(God, this was so self-indulgent… My touch-starved is showing </3)

A Gust of Wind

Chapter 8

Vash gave a whole new meaning to taking someone’s breath away. You struggled for air with muffled wheezing as he smothered your face into the crook of his neck, pressing his hand to the back of your head, crushing your chest against his, squeezing until he could no longer feel your warm, strangled puffs of breath against his skin. He repeated his words like a mantra. You came back… You came back…

Yes, you came back, but this was not the welcome you expected, nor deserved. His touch, like fire, burned hotter than Marlene’s. As he continued to melt your body into his, something hard and metal on his chest dug into your skin painfully, sure to leave a couple of dark bruises come tomorrow. This small atonement for your sins was all that kept your tears from streaming down your cheeks.

You were dizzy, sore, and blue in the face by the time Vash loosened his grip, giving you just enough room to expand your chest once again. His face was inches from yours as you took deep breaths, and his own ragged panting invaded your lungs. His eyes, beautifully dazed, fixed upon yours.

You would have given anything to gaze into those eyes of his again, the ones that saw through you in the way that, up until now, only your mother had. The ones that carried the same distinct taint of some deeply rooted sadness, of something that could leave anyone feeling othered, and utterly alone. And here they were, those familiar eyes, like home, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to look.

“I’m sorry…” you said in a small voice, your face turned away from his. It was all you could manage. You hadn’t had time to think about what you would say once you found him. Your thoughts up to now were thoroughly preoccupied with deceiving the townsfolk and planning his escape. And besides, you’d be a liar if you denied the fact that you were simply terrified of how this conversation might go. You didn’t want to think about all the awful things you were so sure he’d say to you, and rightfully so. Despite his overwhelming, bone-crushing affection upon seeing you again, you still waited with bated breath for his response.

“Sorry?” Vash’s grip loosened a little more, his hands sliding to your shoulders. “Sorry about what?”

You couldn’t help yourself any longer. A shaky sob escaped your lips. Your hand flew to your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds you could no longer hold back. A hasty barricade upon a breaking dam.

Suddenly, it was Vash who was comforting you. After everything that happened, beaten, bleeding, and bruised, he was the one comforting you.

And here you were, trying your damned hardest to keep your cries from alerting the gunmen passing by outside. All for what? Because you hurt your own feelings? Because you’d done a horrible thing you should never have done? Because you were the one responsible for every one of the mars on his beautiful face? You deserved every ounce of guilt weighing down upon you. And you certainly didn’t deserve the way his kind hands cradled your body once again.

Your chest heaved painfully as you desperately choked down your cries. You couldn’t help but run your trembling fingertips obsessively along every bloodstained bandage, as if you could somehow brush the lacerations softly away.

His right hand traveled up to your face, cupping your cheek carefully, like newspaper wrapping brittle glass. Vash pressed his forehead to yours, and coaxed your chin gently so that you’d look back at him the way he wanted you to. Finally locked in the gaze you both craved, each of you wondered if the other saw in themselves what you saw in each other.

Without a doubt, this man could read right through you. His soft, yet piercing eyes left not much to the imagination. You were an open book for him to flip through and enjoy. Something about this should have felt so violating, yet there was some relief in the way he turned each one of your pages with such delicate hands, careful not to make a single tear, leaving only the slightest fingerprints of his forefinger and his thumb. It was enough to make you wish he’d turn the pages a little faster.

But who was to say that the words on the pages read the same for him as they did for you? The way he looked at you was angelic and full of love, as if he weren’t staring straight into the eyes of a sinner. What did those pages read? What could they possibly be saying?

And Vash. He paraded with the guise of a paperback, but underneath the decorative sleeve was a hardcover. You longed to touch it, if only to feel the tiny grooves of the leather, before trading away whatever secret scraps of paper you had left for the chance to read the entirety of his first page. There had to be more to this man than what you could see, even now. You wanted to see, and you knew that he wanted you to, as well.

Still, there were parts of him that maybe even he couldn’t read. Chapters he probably skipped every time he opened his book. Chapters he simply refused to recognize. But you did. You at least knew they were there. Perhaps Vash didn’t quite understand the value of the ink on his pretty pages. He would rather feed them to the fire to keep his neighbors warm on a cold desert night than to ever acknowledge that he may be worthy of something softer.

Your fingers ghosted over a particularly bloody bandage, messily tied right over his clothes. Carefully, you unwrapped it. The gash was long, and rather deep, cutting across the side of his torso. It would leave a scar, for sure.

“Take off your shirt,” you whispered, your hands already sliding underneath the hem.

Vash hesitated as you gently started lifting the shirt for him. “I’d… really rather not,” he responded.

Your fingers pressed against his belly as he placed his hand over yours, preventing you from going any further. His skin was surprisingly rough, and… Was that a piece of metal?

You started to back off, but one more look at the wound you had just unbandaged strengthened your resolve. “Let me help you,” you insisted, tensely gripping the edge of the fabric.

Vash swallowed hard, agonizingly contemplating what to say. It made no sense to refuse your help in his current state, but still. His mind raced through all your possible reactions if he were to go through with this. He wasn’t sure if he could bear much more at the moment.

“Please…” you begged, intertwining your fingers with his and gently guiding his hand aside.

He could no longer refuse you. The way you were looking at him made him wish he could repeat this scenario anywhere else, in a safer place, just the two of you. Taking a deep breath, he slowly removed his shirt.

You couldn’t help but gasp a little. Immediately, there was a look of regret on his face, and he almost began to reach for his shirt once again. However, your hands now rested softly along his ribs, catching him by surprise.

You brushed your fingertips, featherlight, over his torso, almost as if in a trance. His skin was covered all over with large scars, burn marks, and even metal bits that appeared to function as prosthetic pieces. What happened to this poor man?

Images from earlier that day crept up in your mind. Was this the price he paid for the sake of people like you? You bit your lip nearly hard enough to draw blood, all in a desperate attempt to keep your composure. This was a vulnerable moment for him, and you would do your best to make him understand just how special he was.

“Oh, Vash…” you breathed, resting your forehead on his shoulder while your hands lightly stroked each and every scar. The way you caressed his sensitive skin, the way you slowly dragged your hands along the marred tissue over his heart… It sent a shiver down his spine. A shiver that coursed right through your own fingertips.

At this, you reeled yourself in, shaking your head a little and turning around to hide a furious blush. His reaction would stay engraved in your memory for quite some time.

Clearing your throat awkwardly, you reached over for the medical supplies in your bag. You could feel Vash’s heavy gaze on your back as you did so. He watched your every move as you retrieved disinfectant and fresh bandages, and relished in how you cleaned his wound so gently. He could barely hold himself back from putting his hands on you again, trying not to get in the way of your work.

“I know it’s hard, but try not to move so much on this side,” you said, double checking to make sure the bandage was snug. “Otherwise, it’ll just keep bleeding through.”

“Mhmmm…” he hummed, although judging by the glazed look in his eyes, it didn’t really seem like he was listening. His hands snaked up your arms as he pulled you close.

Suddenly, you were pulled flush against his chest once again, and his forehead pressed softly to yours. Vash had a big, goofy smile on his face. “I can’t believe you came back.”

You wanted to smile. You really did. But you couldn’t help but feel heartbroken at the way he said those words. They didn’t quite match the look on his face. Instead, you settled for a nod and a light squeeze to his hand.

“Does this mean… you’ll stay?” He asked tentatively, suddenly not looking you in the eyes.

Your heart sank. You didn’t know what to say. Lying crossed your mind, but he probably already knew your real answer from the way you hesitated to respond.

You couldn’t do it again. As much as you cared for him, you could in no way guarantee that you could do it again. You couldn’t vow to stay the way you’d done for your mother. It was a broken promise waiting to happen.

Vash’s fingertips dug into your skin, not quite hard enough to cause pain, but hard enough that it made you look, just to be sure that it was, in fact, his hands gripping you this tightly. You turned your gaze back to him. He still refused to look you in the eyes, but you could see that his expression was pained and pleading.

“Please… Stay…” he whispered softly, his breath on your lips. “If not for me, then…”

His chest heaved slightly before he continued, taking you by surprise. “God… I was so scared. I thought you’d never come back. I thought I had failed you. I thought you would… I thought…”

At this, it was your turn to give him a hard squeeze. “You are not responsible for me, Vash,” you stated firmly, moving your head to look directly into his eyes. You couldn’t keep the frustration out of your voice. “For the love of God, don’t you ever think about yourself?”

“I am thinking about myself!” He retorted, his words dripping in a tone you weren’t used to hearing from him. It nearly made you flinch, but you stood your ground.

“Does letting others drag you into situations where you’ll get the crap beaten out of you count as thinking about yourself, then?” You hissed angrily, trying to keep your voice down. “You were worried about me, but I was freaking out about you, too! You could have died.”

“You could have died, too! In fact, you did almost die the last time, so don’t give me that!” Vash furrowed his brows. His grip on your arms was starting to sting.

“That is my business. Mine, not yours!” You said, attempting to tear yourself away from him, but he only held on even tighter. “Besides, it’s my fault that you even got into this mess to begin with!”

His grip let up and his expression softened. A few moments of silence passed by as he looked at you curiously. “Is that what you think?”

More silence. Once again, you didn’t know how to respond. You knew this was a question you’d keep coming back to, as long as Vash was the one asking. But the answer was obvious, wasn’t it? There was no other way to put it. Your demons would drag you down, and your anchors down with you.

“Listen, I am being selfish, okay?” He breathed softly into your ear, resting his temple on yours. His hands traveled up your back, wrapping you in a gentle hug, attempting to calm you down. He could feel your pulse rising. “Please, let me be selfish.”

“Let you… be selfish?”

“Yes. You said you were sorry, right?” He asked, rubbing your shoulder blades as he tucked his face into the crook of your neck. You nodded slowly. “Well, then don’t ever do that again. Don’t run from me ever again. Don’t leave me, (Y/N).”

His shaky breath felt warm against your skin. The realization was setting in for him. Swallowing your nerves, you gently wove your fingers into his hair, massaging his scalp in apology for the words you couldn’t speak. You hoped he wouldn’t ask any more questions.

Vash sighed heavily. With sudden force, he squeezed you in his arms. It was too tight, too strong to escape. Once again, you could hardly breathe.

“Well, that’s okay. I won’t let that happen. Ever again.”

#vash x reader #gender neutral reader #gn! reader #trigun #trigun stampede #tristamp #vash #vash the stampede #trigun fanfiction #vash fanfiction #vashxreader #mental health tw #x reader #reader insert

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California Dreamin’

Chapter One - Lasagna (18+ ONLY)

Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4

Modern!Eddie AU - In which Eddie travels to California searching for something more out of life. And then he meets you.

Warnings: mentions of deceased parent, self doubt, insecurities, eventual smut

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Eddie x Reader, Friends to lovers, Slow burn

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Note: This is my first time writing in a while and this idea came to me and just kept building in my mind. A lot of it is self indulgent, not gonna lie. It builds off some of my personal experiences. If you read I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think :)

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The air is different from Hawkins. Not cleaner, dirtier if anything but certainly different. And different is good, different will be good Eddie thinks to himself. It has to be because at this point it’s all he’s got.

As he drives into the suburban area of Circle Crest, he can’t help but notice the palm trees pass him by over and over. He’s never seen a palm tree before, always figured they were reserved for the movies and shows he’s watched on TV. And there are mountains but not mountains like in the midwest he’s used to. Mountains that look like they could probably be from Hawaii with how green they are from the Winter rain, the golden afternoon sun cascading over them as if to welcome him. As if to say everything will be okay.

Approaching the top of the hill that overlooks the city, Eddie takes in the amount of homes scattered throughout the landscape. Definitely the suburbs, something he has never really experienced. Other than Halloween in the rich neighborhoods back home. But as he looks to the right there are those gorgeous mountains right in front of him. The head of a hiking trail is just off the side of the road where people park their cars and disappear into nature.

California so far is not at all what he had envisioned. Obviously he wasn’t expecting to show up to a red carpet, Hollywood sign right in his face but he never pictured a forest before him just right off the main road. This forest was different from the ones back home. There were no pine trees and there were many people heading onto the trail, no doubt trying to get a walk in before the sun disappeared on the horizon.

Eddie reaches the street of his temporary home for who knows how long. There wasn’t really a plan. He just needed to get out of Hawkins. Turning into the neighborhood, there are some nice looking homes on his left, the kind that he was always convinced he’d never be able to have. They had pristine lawns and basketball hoops out front that signified happy families lived there.

A little further up the road at the stop sign there is an open field to the left with what looked like a dam on the other end. It was a reservoir but for most of the year it was just a field since there wasn’t much rain. To the right across from the reservoir are some more homes, not as large or nice as the ones he previously saw down the road but still nicer than he’s used to. They are lined up down the road, four homes with a little more land than the others. Each one is a different style and were probably all built at different periods in time. He reaches the last house, Marlene’s house.

It looks like an older one, maybe built in the 80’s. There is a chain link fence in front closing off the driveway. The driveway is made up of dirt and there is a wooden awning next to the house with a car parked underneath along with boxes and storage containers, a place for where things couldn’t find a home inside the house. The house is dusty and looks like it could use a paint job but it's still cozy.

Marlene is an old family friend of the Munson’s. Or at least Eddie and his Uncle Wayne. She’s basically his aunt. And her daughter Jocelyn is like his cousin. Not related by blood but still family. Back at the trailer park years ago they would cause all kinds of trouble, pissing off the other neighbors by being too loud.

Unfortunately by the time Eddie was twelve her and her mom had moved back to California where they had some family. They were having a hard time in Hawkins as a Latino family, Jocelyn an even harder time being gay. It was a fairly unprogressive town and Marlene wanted better for her daughter. That left Eddie without his only friend in a town that hated him even at the innocent age of twelve.

Eddie reached the driveway where the fence was closed off. His van must have been noisier and closer to coming apart than he thought since Marlene came running out with excitement etched into her features. Following her are two chocolate labs, barking enthusiastically. She pulled the gate open across the dirt enough for Eddie to drive his van in and park to the side underneath a large tree sitting in the front yard.

Marlene was a short woman with long black hair and brown skin. She was beautiful and kind hearted, always reminding Eddie not to listen to a damn thing anyone in that small town says. She’s the closest thing to a mom he had since she died when he was seven. But even so, he hasn’t seen Marlene in years. He thinks the last time may have been on Thanksgiving in middle school. He tunes in on a phone call with Wayne every now and then having basic conversation, texts Jocelyn, but that’s about it since they moved away.

“Come here you!” Marlene shouts out of excitement as Eddie hops out of the van, briefly stretching his legs. The labs eagerly paw at him and he gives each a scratch behind the ear. Marlene wraps him up in a big hug which he isn’t used to. “Eddie you’ve gotten so tall, and your hair!” She looks at him proudly. “Oh, this ol’ mane? Grew it myself, thank you.” Eddie shakes his wild curls, jokingly flipping his hair with his hand. Always dramatic and outspoken.

“So how was the drive?” Marlene asks as Eddie rounds the back of his van, beginning to pull out his bags. She assists in grabbing one. He didn’t have very much to bring, just his clothes and some things like books, his guitar, and of course his bong. But Marlene didn’t need to know that.

“Pretty fucking long. I was bored out of my mind for most of it.” He responds while kicking the van door shut. “I’m glad I’m here though. Get to see you and Jos.” Marlene hums happily. “Well let’s get you situated, we’ll go through the garage and say hi before I show you your room. Jos is in there with everyone.” She leads the way across the yard to the garage connected to the house. “Everyone?” Eddie questions with a raised brow. “Don’t worry they’ll love you!” She waves him off, approaching the open garage.

The garage isn’t really used for cars or anything a garage would usually contain. There are two couches in the middle of the room along with a coffee table and some mismatched colorful rugs underneath. In the right corner is a drum kit along with a keyboard and some guitars. On the left side of the room there is a bench with cushions lining one wall, long enough to hold around six people. The walls are painted orange but not too bright, just a nice orange on the verge of being yellow but not quite. The other side of the garage is lined with storage cabinets. There is a chandelier hanging in the middle, it looks like it could be an antique and there are lamps in every corner and a couple wooden stools scattered randomly.

On those couches sit people. People who appear to be having a great time, laughing and talking. Marlene walks in with Eddie following, he momentarily sets his bags down. “This is Jonathan, Argyle, Will, El, and…” your name leaves Marlene’s mouth and you can’t help but stare at the man who just walked in. His chestnut brown hair is long, curly, and wild. He’s wearing a tshirt with the name of a band you can’t be bothered to pay attention to right now and ripped black jeans with a chain hanging on the side along with some worn out black converse. He’s wearing these chunky rings and has a couple tattoos throughout his forearms and then you get to his eyes and you’re met with a pool of chocolatey irises. He’s gorgeous and that golden hour sun is just making it worse by lighting up the hues throughout his eyes you would otherwise mistake as plain brown.

“And this is Eddie, he’s gonna be staying with us for a while so you guys better play nice.” Marlene jokes. Jocelyn scrambles off the couch to hug Eddie, screeching as she does so. They hug for a minute and then pull apart “I missed you dude.” Jos punches him in the arm playfully.

Jocelyn is 23, the same age as you. She has shoulder length black hair with choppy layers. She’s definitely an indie chick with her style and music taste. She’ll call you out on your shit but is a solid friend through and through.

“Yeah ya left be back in that shit hole remember?” Eddie grins, shoving her shoulder. “Someone had to look after all those stray cats we tamed and it wasn’t gonna be me, those fuckers hated me.” Jos laughs. “Well they’re Wayne’s responsibility now. He’s gonna be pissed when like 15 cats show up at the door.” Eddie winces. “So they don’t have mama Munson to take care of them anymore?” Jos gasps. “Nah, it’s okay though. Wayne’s girlfriend, Leslie said she’d take over so not all hope is lost.” Eddie says confidently.

The rest of you watch this banter play out in front of you. Eddie was cute. There was no denying that. “You gonna jam with us while you’re here?” Jocelyn questions, glancing at Jonathan and Argyle. They formed a little band a few years back in high school. Jonathan on bass, Argyle on drums, and Jos on guitar/keyboard/singing. She was a triple threat. “Nope I’m a one man show.” Eddie crosses his arms. “You’re still such a dickhead!” Jos shoves him jokingly. “Alright alright, you don’t have to beg Jos, I’ll be in your band.” he smirks. Everyone else laughs.

Eddie says hello to everyone individually and shakes hands. Once his hand touches yours you feel the nerves taking over. He offers a quick “Hi.” You can’t say anything, anxiety builds up as he looks directly at you, gorgeous eyes and all. His rings are a cool contrast to your skin. You're suddenly worried if your hand is clammy before he pulls away, smiling and then picks up his bags.

He’s now bantering with Jonathan and Argyle when Marlene speaks up. “Okay let’s get you settled and then you can bicker all you want. Looks like you’ll fit right in with our crew.” She carries one of his bags through the door into the house and he follows after shooting the room a wink. He’s charming.

—

“And this will be your room” Marlene wraps up a tour of the house. Eddie notices the freshly made bed, a dark wooden nightstand next to it with a lamp on top, and a wardrobe at the other end of the room. It was empty other than that. “You can do whatever you want with it while you’re here. We barely even use it anyway.” She opens the curtains to let the remaining daylight in. The dogs trot around the room, their paws clicking against the dark wood floor. “Treat it just like home.” Marlene turns to Eddie, offering a small smile.

“Thanks, Mar. Just so you know, I’m gonna find a job and do what I can to help out. I’m no freeloader.” Eddie smirks, setting his bag and guitar case on the bed. Marlene chuckles and gives him a nod. “You’re a good kid, Ed. Wayne did a good job.” She says. “Mar, I’m 24.” Eddie laughs. “Still a kid to me. All of you.” She responds, making her way out of the room, the labs following her. “Feel free to join everyone in the garage once you’re ready. I think they already love you. Dinner will be ready soon, I’m making lasagna.” She finishes before disappearing down the stairs, the wood creaking slightly under every step.

Eddie gazes out the window, taking in the garden in the yard. Tomatoes, peppers, and some other vegetables each in their own barrels of soil. Some flowers sit along the side of the house, stunning colors decorating the aged chipped paint they sit in front of. The hose is still coiled on the ground, discarded until the plants need watering again. The house sits on a little patch of land. It’s not huge but it’s more than the expensive houses up the road.

The sun is just setting and it’s summer so it’s around 7:45. Eddie begins unpacking some of his things, dumping some of his clothes in one of the drawers of the wardrobe. That’s really all he has to put away right now, everything else remains back in Hawkins. The only other time he’s packed up and started brand new was when he was seven. Except that time it wasn’t his choice. That’s when his mother died and his dad went to jail. It was either living with his Uncle or straight to the foster system.

He shakes off the memories of his past, he doesn’t need to relive that pain. Eddie was never one to tune into his emotions fully. He learned at a young age not to express sadness and to “be a man about it”. Threats of “Stop crying or I’ll give you something to cry about.” were ingrained into him. Closing out his thoughts, Eddie picks up his guitar and heads downstairs.

—

“Dude’s pretty cool.” Jonathan expresses, plucking the string of his bass. Argyle is bouncing a small rubber bouncy ball as he lazily paces around the garage. El and Will are sitting on one of the couches scrolling through some Tik Toks, bursting out laughing every now and then. You and Jocelyn are sitting on the other couch with Jonathan, talking. “He’s such an ass but like in the good way, y’know? You guys are gonna love him.” Jos lounges against the arm of the couch, propping her head on her hand. “So you’re cousins?” You question leaning back into the cushions behind you. “Yep, not by blood but that’s basically it. We practically ran the trailer park. The neighbors hated us sometimes.”

Jocelyn was your best friend since high school. She’s basically your only friend other than Jonathan, Argyle, El, and Will. They were great friends but Jocelyn was your best friend. The one you could tell almost anything. Except that you think her ‘cousin’ is hot. Not even having much experience with relationships yourself, you weren’t even going to go there.

“How long’s rocker bro staying?” Argyle questions, not once looking up from his bouncy ball. “As long as he needs. He just had to get out of that place, dude. Hawkins is not a forgiving place to live.” Jos explains. “Just don’t bring it up with him though. He’s kinda closed off and if he wants to talk about it, it has to be his idea.” She finishes. You can’t help but want to know more. You just nod in response.

Jonathan continues playing around with his bass. “So is he gonna be taking courses with us at the college?” He asks, his eyes not moving from the instrument. Jocelyn shakes her head. “No, he told me he was gonna find a mechanic job.” She says. Jonathan nods. “Maybe he can fix my shit box then. Still can’t figure out why it keeps stalling.” He chuckles. “Yeah, he’s real good with that type of stuff-“ “Damn right. I knew you had nice things to say about me.” Jos is interrupted by Eddie striding into the room. He sets his guitar against the couch before plopping himself next to Will and El.

Will seems intimidated by the big personality that is Eddie Munson sitting to his left. “Shut up.” Jos rolls her eyes. Eddie shrugs, leaning back and is he—yep he’s manspreading and usually it’d give you an unimaginable ick but because it’s him you don’t seem to mind. He makes it work and you find it difficult to tear your gaze away although eventually you force yourself to.

“Holy shit is that DND?!” Eddie’s eyes gleam at the box on the small coffee table centered in front of the couches. “Yeah, i-it is. It’s mine.” Will’s face turns red, seemingly embarrassed. “Dude, you’re already my favorite. We gotta play sometime.” Eddie looks at Will with a smile. Will seems relieved that the cool new guy doesn’t think he’s a huge nerd, when actually it seems like he’s also a nerd himself. Jonathan beams at the interaction, his brother has always had a hard time putting himself out there so to see Eddie already taking him under his wing almost brings him to tears.

A few minutes later Eddie and Will are still going back and forth, practically speaking another language. It’s sweet, you think. He’s sweet. The way he interacts with Will, not for a second judging him and just allowing him to go on a tangent about his favorite fantasy game, letting him take the lead on the conversation. Meanwhile you’re the only one still engaged in their discussion while everyone else has moved on, talking amongst themselves. El and Jos chatting about an upcoming concert they had been raving about, Jonathan and Argyle quarreling over something again, no doubt being about a song they practiced earlier and you would chime in every now and then, a word or two.

You were usually the more reserved one of the group. Always observing more than participating. For the most part you liked it like that but there are times you wondered if you were just a background character in everyone else’s story.

As the sun started fading out of sight, the group started to disband. El, Will, and Argyle piling into Jonathan’s car. “You promise we’ll go?” El questions Jocelyn, they had just been talking about going to the mall next week to find an outfit for that concert. “I swear.” Jos waves as the car door closes and they drive off. They had a sisterly relationship which was nice seeing as both of them were only children.

Just down the road around the corner was your house so normally you opted for walking. It was about half a mile away just in the other neighborhood on the other side of the reservoir Jocelyn’s house sat in front of.

Before you get the chance to say goodnight Jocelyn pipes up next to you. “You staying for dinner? Mom made lasagna.” And how could you refuse dinner when Marlene was cooking up one of her home cooked meals. “You already know my answer.” You giggle.

—

Eddie is still sitting on the couch in the garage where he had been conversing with everyone for the past hour or so. Except now he’s strumming his acoustic guitar, glancing up when you and Jos come back in from the front yard.

As if on queue, Marlene peaks in from the door leading into the house. “Time to eat, get your butts inside.” Like ducklings, Jocelyn, yourself, and Eddie file into the house and into the kitchen. The smell is immaculate, marinara and cheese filling your senses. “Smells amazing, I’m so hungry.” You praise while pulling out plates from one of the cabinets. It was practically your second home. “Thanks, Mom.” Jocelyn takes a plate from you, beginning to pile it high with the gooey cheese and noodles. “Thank you, Mar.” Eddie slings his arm around Marlene’s shoulders playfully as she sets down a tray of garlic bread. You then realize he’s the human embodiment of a golden retriever.

Marlene hums in appreciation and observes Eddie proudly. “You look so much like your mom.” She blurts out. It’s no secret that this is a sore subject for Eddie with the way his face drains as he clears his throat. Marlene instantly has regret in her eyes. “Uhm-I’m sorry- I just-“ she stutters. “It’s okay.” Eddie states, avoiding eye contact and moving to the table situated in the breakfast nook of the kitchen.

It takes him a minute but as you all assemble around the table for dinner he’s back to his normal antics. “Do you jam with Jos and her band?” He inquires, gesturing toward you. This catches you off guard seeing as you haven’t even had a full conversation with him in the time he’s been here. In fact, the only thing he’s said to you so far was ‘hi’ when he first arrived and was introduced to everyone. “Uh- well no. No, I don’t even know how to play an instrument. I'm basically the moral support.” You nervously laugh. He flashes a grin before he stuffs a large helping of lasagna into his mouth. “Most important role, right?” He says through a mouthful, smirking somewhat shyly.

You just offer a nod and a polite smile in response. It’s not a full conversation but it’s a start. And you chime in where you can but again, not as often as you’d like. The rest of dinner entails old friends catching up, the dogs waiting patiently for scraps to drop. One of them, Winnie is next to you, drool hanging off of her jowl. The other, Diesel next to Marlene. It almost feels like you're imposing on a family dinner. And although you are also considered part of said family, it feels like you’re an outsider, your own anxieties and insecurities getting the best of you.

—

The four of you are cleaning up when Jocelyn makes it known that there is a trip to the beach planned this weekend with everyone. “Ed, you gonna join us? Pleeease?” Jos puts on an exaggerated pout as she wipes down the counter. Eddie is scrubbing a plate over the sink while he squints his eyes as if he’s contemplating the offer. “I guess.” He sighs dramatically. “Only for you though.” He winks mischievously. Jocelyn rolls her eyes, finishing up her task and throwing a dish rag into a nearby basket in the hallway next to the laundry.

“Jos, will you help me with this?” Marlene asks, carrying two bowls of cat food, two more prepped and ready on the counter. They had outdoor cats that didn’t officially belong to them but they never really left the property. Why would they when they had the promise of a meal waiting for them every morning and evening? Jocelyn grabs the other two bowls and follows her mom out the screen door just off the kitchen, through the little hallway where the laundry was located and to the backyard. The door smacks against the wood of the house as they walk out, Winnie and Diesel following eagerly.

“So are you and Jos…” Eddie breaks the silence in the room, the sounds of silverware clinking against the drawer as you dry and put it away. He’s finishing drying off a plate. “Y’know—uh-like together?” He finishes his thought, awkwardly clearing his throat, eyes on you from across the kitchen. You giggle at this and his brows furrow. “She’s my best friend and I love her but not like that.” You explain, your words soft as if speaking too loud could disrupt the balance of the universe. He nods. “Cool, cool, I just—I didn’t know. Jos doesn’t really let me in on the gooey details of her relationships you know? She’s got that tough guy thing going on—at least with me when we talk.” He further explains.

“Oh I know, she hates people seeing her soft. Even me and I practically live here half the time.” You finish up with the silverware. “I live just down the road but I live alone so…” you shrug. “I like to come over here most of the time, sometimes help Mar with her garden or whatever she needs. Keeps me from going crazy in that big house by myself.” You continue. “How’d you end up as Mar’s assistant?” Eddie jokingly asks, he rounds the island, now leaning on it with his hands tucked under his chin as he listens.

You’re across from him on the other side nearest to the kitchen cabinets, busying yourself with small tasks so you don’t have to commit to making eye contact with him. That would be daunting. His eyes would swallow you whole.

“Um—well I met Jos in high school, junior year. And as they say the rest is history. We hang out in the garage a lot of the time and suddenly Mar has you doing chores you can’t say no to.” You laugh, shaking your head at the thought. “Because then she feeds you and it’s like eating for the first time every single time so how are you supposed to say no?” You lean against the counter closest to the wall, finally bringing your gaze to Eddie.

He’s so endearing in the warm kitchen lighting. A small smile is pulling at his lips and the corner of his eyes are slightly creased. It occurs to you that he’s just been listening to you talk, no interruptions, full attention on you. And it’s not like Jocelyn or Jonathan or everyone doesn't listen to you but a lot of the time, your voice gets drowned out by interruptions. Not intentional but still wounding your self esteem. It isn’t their fault by any means, you know you should just speak up above it all but some things are hard to change and easier said than done.

“Sorry—I” you’re about to apologize for the little ramble you’d performed seconds ago but he cuts you off but not in the way you’re used to. “Don’t be sorry. Why are you sorry?” He questions, now bringing his forearms in front of him, clasping his hands together on the counter, fiddling with his rings with his brow furrowed in confusion. “I don’t know.” You offer a short answer. “Don’t apologize to me ever again. I don’t wanna hear it. Unless you like—I dunno, hit my car or something.” He stands up straightening himself out, stretching his arms above his head and ending with a yawn.

You don’t know how to respond, now too focused on the way his shirt rides up ever so slightly at his stomach, his happy trail on display for a brief moment. Marlene and Jocelyn stroll back into the house. Marlene announces that she’s going to bed and suggests the three of you think about doing the same.

“I’ve got a paper to write, so no sleep for me.” Jos sighs, grabbing her laptop from the coffee table in the family room adjacent to the kitchen. “You sleeping over?” She asks. “I have work in the morning.” You can’t fathom sleeping under the same roof as the metal head, maybe eventually as you get used to him but not now. Not when he’d be just down the hall and there was a chance of running into him on your way to the bathroom.

“You have work every morning. You work from home. Do you want me to drive you back and we can pick up your laptop—“ “No that okay, Jos. I’m just super tired, think I need to go home and recharge.” You say putting your shoes on. “Okay we’ll it’s dark so I’m gonna drive you anyway.” She grabs her keys off the side table by the front door. “I can drive her if you have that paper to write. I don’t think I’m gonna be sleeping any time soon either…” Eddie offers. Fuck. Now you have even more of a chance at humiliating yourself.

It’s decided and soon enough you’re hopping in the passenger seat of his van. It starts with a rumble, sounds like it could give out any minute. You don’t say anything though. “Sorry about the mess, I just drove across like half of America and couldn’t really bother stopping to throw away the trash.” He mumbles, throwing some of it in the back carelessly. “That’s okay, I don’t mind.” You respond shyly.

The tires crunch over the gravel and dirt that is the driveway, making their way onto the asphalt of the road but he stops just before. “Uh-pardon my French but where the fuck is your house?” Eddie looks cluelessly back and forth between the left and the right, unsure of which way to go. A laugh escapes your lungs and he looks back over to you, a grin on his face, a small chuckle falling from his lips. “Turn right and then make another right at the stop sign.” You manage to get out in between a wide smile. “Got it.” He snaps his fingers and begins driving.

—

The van stops in front of your house, Eddie seems to be taking it in. It’s a nice house, not like the fancy ones he first encountered earlier in the day but still nice. Most of the homes on the rest of the street are similar but different in their own ways. Different colors, different layouts, but the same general idea in the way that they’re all made of stucco. Somewhat cookie cutter but not all the way. Each house somehow still had its own personality with how one had a boat parked in the driveway and another had a swing hanging from the tree in front.

Your house was two stories, a cream color with a light brown trim and a hedge blocking the front door from view of the street with a little path leading behind it so as to reach the door. There was a small grass lawn in the front, not too large.

“Wow. Fuck.” Eddie expresses through an exhale. You quickly glance back to him, unaware that he was referring to your house at first. “Oh uh—yeah this is me.” You murmur, reaching for the car handle. “You’ve got shit figured out.” He says, still staring at the house. You feel the need to reveal that it’s not at all what he thinks. That you don’t actually have anything figured out at all. That it’s not even your house. Well not fully your house.

“It’s not like that. It’s my grandparent’s house.” You quickly say. “Thought you said you lived alone?” He inquires. “For the most part. They’re always going on cruises so most of the time it’s just me. I take care of the house, pay what bills I can. But I most certainly don’t have my shit figured out.” You explain, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“And here I was thinking I was the only one without my shit together.” Eddie smirks. You find a hint of insecurity behind his eyes, a fraction of self doubt but just as quickly as it came it’s gone, hidden away.

For some reason you feel comfortable enough to continue, clearing your throat before you do so. “And my mom and sisters are about an hour and a half away, living in the desert. I'm the oldest. Felt like I should stay and help out and eventually they put my name on the house. So technically it is mine, just not only mine.” You wince. “I—I don’t know why I felt the need to tell you-“ “If you apologize I’ll scream.” Eddie interrupts but again, you don’t mind because he’s preventing you from crawling back into the depths of your mind, insecurities rising. “So-“ just as the word begins leaving your lips he gives you a stern look, eyebrows raised. “Okay.” You say.

“That’s better.” He concludes. The moonlight is steaming in from the wind shield, brighter tonight than most nights. Eddie taps his rings against the steering wheel, following the beat of the song playing quietly over the radio, a metal song. “Do you visit your mom and sisters very often?” He asks. “Yeah, yeah usually every two months. They aren’t super far but I have stuff to take care of here. It’s real fun out there, the desert just does something to you, maybe it’s cause the airs super dry but I love it out there.” You grin at the thought.

“I’ve never been anywhere outside of Indiana so everything here is new to me. All I know is farmland and shitty small town people.” He says. “Well we always have people visit out there. Jos loves it, we swim and lay out in the sun. Have big family dinners. Maybe you can come out sometime.” You offer, nearly shitting yourself. How are you even forming coherent thoughts while speaking to the beautiful boy in front of you? “I’d like that.” He looks down at his rings tapping against the steering wheel.

His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his cheek and his silhouette is like something out of the renaissance.

“So Jos said you work from home?” He changes the subject. “Yeah, I do some insurance work. It’s really boring but it pays pretty well and I don’t have to be in an office building with people I don’t like all day.” He laughs at this. “I respect it.” He says. “What about you?” You question. “Well I don’t have anything going for me yet but back home I worked on cars at the auto shop. I’m really good at taking shit apart and putting it back together. I’ll probably find a shop here that’ll take me in.” He tells you. “You will. There are tons of shops down on Main Street.” You enlighten him.

—

You could have listened and babbled on and on with him all night but eventually you bid him goodnight and he waits as you make your way through the door. Only leaving when he’s sure you made it in.

You let out a long sigh, making your way upstairs and to your room for the night. Eddie Munson was going to be a problem in the best way possible.

~end~

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YOU ARE THE REASON | 2 | T. MILLER

Summary: You and Tommy are planning to leave Boston in hopes for a better life. Will something get in the way with that?

Warnings: 18+ mature themes, blood n stuff, angst (sorry)

Tommy Miller x fem!reader

A/N: I'm glad people have been enjoying this so I grant you the second chapter, if ya'll are liking it lemme know. Likes and reblogs are super welcome. enjoy darlings <3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

The sun peered through the dust-ridden and cracked windows of your and Tommy's shared apartment. The warmth crept up to your bed and danced on your tangled legs. You relished the warmth on your skin as you sunk deeper into his chest, which vibrated softly as he spoke. It felt like it had been forever since the two of you went to bed without any qualms, no slammed doors or empty pillows next to you. Just Tommy holding onto you and never letting go.

“And you heard all of this from Marlene?”

“Mhm, talkin’ bout coming across the place on their way to Boston. Place is powered by dams so it has electricity.” His voice was exuberant as his fingers laced in around yours, continuing to talk as your eyes focused out the window.

Tommy noticed that you had been out of it all morning. But he understood, even though had agreed to do this with him, you were still nervous. He understood you never liked to travel far out of the QZ, working in the hospital you saw what happened outside. Whether it was infected or not.

Even if the few QZs you had lived in were most of the time unliveable, you liked the fact that you were at least protected from infected. Leaving Boston and out into the world meant a lot more risks.

“Hey I know this is scary, hell I am too but we can finally have that future you always wanted.” He hummed into the soft skin at the nape of your neck. His hold around your waist tightening. “Imagin it darlin’ you and me sitting on our porch. I’ll be playing the guitar, there’ll be kids running around in the street. You can grow that flower garden you always wanted.”

Tommy tucked his head into the crook of your neck, his moustache tickling your skin as he peppers kisses along your jawline. You hummed happily as you let your mind wander back to that dream, the one you told him on your first night together in your new home. The dream that you thought was unattainable, simply something to think about to help you sleep at night.

You relished as he told you what he wanted to do, the plan that he had. Catching a ride on a truck with some people he knew from the fireflies. And even though you didn’t fully like the idea of being around them, he squashed any worries that you had. He always knew exactly what to say.

Yet there was still that voice in your head that told you to stay, that it was too dangerous that you were safe here in the QZ. What if FEDRA finds the fireflies, what then? What if you come across a herd of infected?

Tommy sighed at your vacant gaze, the crease on your brow indicating his words weren’t doing much to put you at ease. “Hey.” His voice was barely a whisper, moving to face you directly. “You know I won't let anything happen to you.” His voice was serious now, slow and earnest, leaving no room for doubt.

You answered his worried gaze by bringing his face down to meet yours, your lips instantly connecting fervently. You savoured the taste of him as his lips explored yours. His moustache tickled your nose as he moved up to deepen the kiss, a groan leaving his mouth. You then pulled back, getting your breath back. “Okay cowboy, I gotta get up.” You pushed his chest playfully, Tommy let out a disappointed groan as you moved to get dressed.

Ignoring his lingering gaze, you got dressed and ready to go to work. Even now, twenty years Tommy was still as flirty as the day you met. You’d call him a horny teen in an old man's body.

You had the radio playing on a channel that had some old classical music softly in the background. Something that kept your mind at ease as you worked, the fact that the government had given up in finding a cure made light work. Mostly stitching up injured soldiers and cleaning bullet wounds, FEDRA decided that anything requiring too much work was a waste of resources.

It wasn’t the reason that you signed up for your doctorates after the outbreak, claiming that they needed doctors. When in reality they just needed people to do their dirty work. You shuddered at the memory of the people that you couldn’t help.

You had been busy, the Fireflies had been ambushing FEDRA bases lately. So that meant lots of bullet wounds that needed to be dressed, and soldiers that needed treating. Most of them seemed to be assholes if you were honest, some of them you would hope that they needed anaesthesia so they wouldn’t be able to talk to you. Although not all of them, Mike had been a dear friend of yours for years. He talked about his recent date, while you carefully stitched the gash on his forearm.

“D’you reckon you’ll see him again?” You continued, your eyes not moving from where you worked. “Actually, I'm going to see him tonight.” Mike spoke with amusement in his voice, noticing the wicked smile that grew on your face. “Hey it’s nothing like that I swear.” He laughed, not doing a very good job at squandering any doubt that he wouldn’t put out on the second date.

Not that you wouldn’t get it, these days no one was ever willing to put their entire trust into someone let out their heart. It was a perfect compromise, feeling loved just for the night without putting your heart on the line.

“Maybe we should do a double date.” You scoffed at his words, the both of you knew how that would go down. Tommy wasn’t the most pleasant, when it came to soldiers. Not that you didn’t understand, if it weren’t for your work you don’t think you would be either. It made you wonder if you could do stuff like that together at the settlement, would there be other couples that you could hang out with? Just like when the two of you started dating all those years ago.

Looking over at your friend you wondered if you should tell him, there was no way that he would tell anyone. You knew you could trust him and vica-versa. Pondering in silence for a brief moment you placed your tweezers on the bench. “I have something to tell you–”

Both your head swung to face the reinforced metal door behind you, the sound of gunfire bouncing off the walls. Turning back to Mike he looked just as confused as you. “Infected?” You asked, it wouldn’t be the first time some infected had tried to get over the fence. Reading your friend's face it seemed that he was a bit more concerned.

“Fucken Fireflies, they're ambushing us!” Mike's radio went alive, the scratchy voice on the other end panicked. You could hear more screams in the background, the firing of bullets. “Shit, we gotta get out of here.” Mike stood up, putting on his helmet and opening the door to check the hall. “C”mon.” You quickly stood, following quietly behind him. The gunshots were getting louder as the two of you walked towards the exit. “Forgot how much of a fucken maze this place is.” You whispered to yourself.

You tried to push that fear deep in the back of your mind, remembering what Tommy told you.

“Scared people die.”

Tommy waited anxiously against the fence, the second the shooting started Zone A was closed off. Meaning he had no idea if you were okay or not. The crease in his brow deepend as he watched the ambush, were you somewhere safe?

Then there was another explosion, his heart dropped as the smoke filled the air. Sure this stuff happened all the time at the moment, but never did he have to worry about your safety. His brother Joel watched his gazes zero on a group of people that were evacuated, none of them you. “M’sure she's alright.” He said earnestly, he had seen you get yourself out of lots of tough situations and had no doubt you’d be okay.

And after what felt to him like hours he saw a soldier walk out of the main entrance, your arm over his shoulders as you were helped down the stairs. His deep voice called out for you, full of relief. You pushed off of Mike, silently thanking him before making your way to Tommy. You ignored the sharp pain on your side, you didn’t care about anything else right now.

Tommy ran towards you and you felt all the breath in your lungs, him making quick work to engulf you in his arms. “Jesus, I thought I lost you.” He looked at you with teary eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear. “It’s okay, I-I fine.” You stuttered, Tommy noticed how your face went pale, your grip on him softening.

He followed your eyes down to where his denim jacket had turned a dark burgundy, same as the one on your scrubs. Your breath hitched as the deep red patch on your clothes grew. Trying to figure out what had happened during all the frenzy for this to occur.

Tommy furrows his brows, looking up back to your panicked ridden eyes. Your mind took you back to the day you all lost Sarah, you felt your stomach drop as you suddenly felt the sharp pain in your abdomen. “No-no hey you’re okay.” Tommy’s eyes mirrored yours, he knew what you were thinking about because he was thinking it too. He wasn’t even sure if you could hear him, your eyelids shuttered shut as your head fell wearily in the crook of his elbow. His voice cracked as he called out for help, his arms holding onto you even tighter not caring about the crimson liquid that stained his clothes.

Joel watched his brother a few steps away, frozen because he remembered how this ended for his daughter. He knew how much it broke him and he didn’t want the same for his brother. He shouted for help, knowing his brother's throat burned from the tears. Soldiers swooped in and lifted you out of his grasp, his bloody hands falling back into his lap. “Tommy–.” Joel breathed out, not knowing what words to say. It felt like the roles had been reversed, like he was looking at his younger self.

Tommy stood up and looked up at his older brother, the two of them glassy eyed. Joel was taken aback when he had a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. Tommy latched onto his brother, his shoulders shaking as he let everything go. Because what if he lost you before he had the chance to make everything perfect? He should’ve left in the night, fuck he would’ve dragged you out if it meant the two of you could have the happy ending he knew you deserved.

He couldn’t lose you.

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