#i have three more tests and if i dont get easier prompts i will cry

[that-yandere-life]

You can write something similar to Bruce making a some a serum to insert into the reader as a way to control them easier (like something like a mind controlling or that can cause pain to the reader if they disobey). This is a idea that went to my head right away so it makes sense if you dont like the prompt and I dont know (at the momemt) if it even is good enough. But I hope this triggered some sort of inspiration

[Warnings: Yandere Themes *Obviously*, Kidnapping, Drugging, violence, pain.]

Bruce had been watching you from afar for a long time, getting what he thought was a pretty accurate read on your personality.

Never imagining how much you would fight back against him once he took you away from the cruel world, into his safe arms.

Sure he expected some resistance at first, that was only a natural reaction to a severe change in surroundings.

It just wasn’t getting better, you would throw things at him, scream, cuss, cry, spit, hit him, whatever you could do to get your displeasure across.

For a while now he pretty much left you alone, besides coming home at night sleeping beside you, and ensuring you got three balanced meals a day.

What he had been doing with that extra free time was a little secret research into mind control projects.

Wondering what had seemed effective in the past, and what might be effective in making you a bit more compliant to his orders.

Finding mentions of a serum that had been tested but discontinued by HYDRA a long time ago, using fairly common chemicals.

With the amount of intelligence he possessed he figured it wouldn’t be too hard for him to figure out how to modify it to work even better.

Jotting down notes at every little step, pieces of paper and sticky notes littered his area of the lab.

The mess truly reflects his inner state of mind, having to resist the other guy more and more to keep him from making an appearance.

Tempers flaring as his testing with lab rats was going poorly, the serum not having the desired effect yet.

Fine tuning it, trying every last thing he could think of to enhance it to be usable as a stronger punishment for disobeying him.

Finally on his last attempt before he was about to switch up to another method, he completed his objective.

Telling the rather intelligent rodent what to do, neurons firing tremendous pain responses in their body if they did not listen.

Screeching out in agony, unable to fully comprehend what was happening until they followed direction.

Bruce was beyond giddy that he figured out something that no one else had been able to accomplish before.

Not even pondering on the irony of modifying a HYDRA formula to use on his darling, just proceeding to do it anyway.

There was just one last thing that he needed to do, which was test it on a human subject to see the proper dosage and how long it would last for.

Allowing himself to let off a little steam and run around in a wooded area as the Hulk, wanting to make sure that he had a clear mind.

Having the monstrous figure pick up a hunter out there camping, dragging them back to the lab, rather bloodied up by the time Bruce was ready to further inflict abuse on the poor man.

Injecting what he calculated as his best guess for dosage upon comparing it to the difference in mass between the man and the rat.

Giving the man clear instructions he tested the waters, asking him to do something he knew he would not do.

Resisting, crying out in pain as they held out as long as they possibly could before the torment was just too great giving in.

Seeing how long it lasted until they could disobey without any symptoms, adding the information to his notes before dumping them back off at their campsite.

Who would ever believe him anyway? Sure, the Hulk came out of the woods, kidnapped you, tortured you, then brought you back safely?

Now he was fully ready to use it on you, feeling slightly bad to be using something that will cause you pain, but he also felt like he didn’t have another choice in the matter.

Waiting until you are dead asleep before pricking the needle into your neck, shocking you awake at the sudden irritating sensation.

It was now or never so he told you to do something, and you started to tell him off but instead you were cut off by a sudden rush of burning heat coursing through your veins.

Unbearably hot, your entire flesh lit on fire from head to toe, barely able to hear him tell you to comply and it will stop.

Of course he was right, the moment you did as told it stopped as quickly as it had started, allowing you to take deep breaths of relief.

Telling you exactly what he had done to you, hell he was damn proud of it honestly, one of the greatest pieces of work he had ever completed.

Fear sinking into your features as you were made very aware of the fact that you were now and forever at his mercy.

[I thought this idea was just perfectly dark in all the right ways! I hope that you enjoy it, and that it was what you were going for! Thank you so much! <3]

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REMILE PART TWOOOOOOOOO

Part One! Part Three! Part Four

*confetti canon* YASSSS FINALLYYYY I HAVE FINISHED THIS!

Sorry for the wait! And also sorry if this isn’t as good as the first one... but I needed to establish some things in order to make Remiles relationship make sense ya know? I’m planning on making at least one, maybe more of these so buckle up sis! Thank you guys for your reblogs and comments and stuff it’s really sweet XD I’m glad to provide some decent Remile content.

Now without further ado, lets get the gay going!

Warnings: Unhealthy Household mention, Kissing, Crying. Violence mention- or lack theorf. Some self deprecation in Remys part. If I missed anything let me know!

Kay so we left off with the boys at the start of their sophomore year oh yeah boi.

I forgot to tell you everyone's ages so HERE WE GO

Patton and Roman are juniors now and Virgil Logan Emile and Remy are the same age. Sloane and Corbin are seniors and Kai and Elliot are freshmen.

Remy has accumulated a girlfriend named Clarimonde whos a badass and we love her she's really cool actually. Her and Roman have spanish together and they are both fluent so they chat to their teachers delight

Once her and Patton saw Elliot getting bullied and she scared the living heck out of those neanderthals without punching and Patton was impressed

Everyone likes her- so Emilie tells himself he has no reason to dislike her because he doesn't have feelings for Remy anymore. No sir.

Now it isn't difficult for Remy and Emile to pass each other in the halls. When Clarimonde chats with Roman, Emile can make small talk Remy without dying inside, but he's slightly more quiet.

Remy still doesn't understand the pang he gets in his chest whenever someone mentions cartoons.

Clarimonde starts to pay attention the Emile because “hey he seems like a sweetheart! how did you meet him Rem?”

Remy tells her that they were close in middle school and left it at that. She stayed suspicious but dropped it after two days.

As I mentioned before, Emilie is a total mom friend even to the seniors and juniors. He notices Logan perk up whent Patton makes a dad joke or laughs. He notices Patton stare a bit too much at Logan's subtle freckles or his electric blue eyes as he rants about biology and chemistry.

He notices Roman and Virgil warm up to each other finally (they didn’t get along much. Romans a bit of an airhead and said some not nice things to Virgil in middle school)

They find out they actually have common interests! They talk about music and writing amd smile because someone finally understands!!! Wow!!!

Emilie promises himself he's going to try to help his friends be happy together. because he feels a bit better when he sees his friends happy in love. And in good mental health (which leads into his counseling career!!! Wohooo!!!)

AND NOW- INTRODUCINGGGGG *drum roll* MR THOMAS SANDERS *confetti cannon* and his assistants Joan and Talyn who are lit college students trying to get degrees in the arts. they need to community service so (plus they love Thomas and the kids like aww their babies)

Thomas is the theater teacher/director of the arts department. Roman took all the theater classes available because he’s an extra boi. so he hung out in Mr Sanders class and soon it became the hangout spot for the gang!

Emile saw Roman and Patton in the school play last year. Most of the cast were seniors and now all the thespians are gone and nobody wants to do the shows and take the classes (minus the loot of kids who need their arts requirement to graduate) and it's a PROBLEM

Remy takes Mr Sanders drama class for the arts requirement in order to graduate! But he has a D… Honestly he thought the class would be easier than ceramics because he could just doze off as Thomas rambled about shakespeare but NOPE they have to do pair scenes and monologues and Remy IS NOT HAVING IT LET ME TELL YAH

He thinks acting is stupid (ironic because his personality at school is mostly to mask his pain so TEA) and that there's no point in trying.

this attitude carries over to a lot of his other classes because it's not like his family can afford sending him off to college anyways and it's not like he's smart or worth teaching anyways right?

And Thomas notices Remy walk home alone and take off his shades and stare at the sky a bit longer than usual. Thomas sees Remy's smile fade as people talk about their parents and siblings and he sees Remy's grades slip.

Thomas pulls Remy says something like “Sup Mr Sanders. Did somebody fail their test because they spent the class period staring at me instead of their answer sheet?” And Thomas would usually laugh at this but he's stern

“I'm going to give it to you straight. You're failing almost all your classes and i've talked to your teachers and they know you have potential but you don't try. I don't understand why, but i'm sure you have your reasons but i just wanted to tell you… You're enough, Remy. Just being you. Just because you dont think youll be perfect or good enough doesn't mean you have to turn you back on the world. There's people who will care if you let them in and-”

Remy begins to cry because nobody has told him that in a year and a half. And Thomas gives him tissues and pats him on the shoulder.

Remy agrees to participate in the after school show for extra credit to raise his grade. The credits will carry over to the monologue and pair scene he did poorly on and count for the history of plays unit test which he bombed.

Remy is grateful, but asks how all those assignments fit in on play if he's just gonna do tec??? Or say a shakespearean monologue and be done.

Thomas smiles and says “Well Remy, we are doing Rent- a musical. And Joan and Talyn handle the tec stuff just fine.”

AND BOOM THEY'RE DOING RENT NOW I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ACKKKKKKKKK SO THEY AUDITION! THE GANG AND REMY AND CLARIMONDE AND TOBY AND ITS WONDERFUL

Patton convinces Logan to do the show (puppy dog eyes owo) and it's all set. Clarimonde joins because why not. Emilie was hesitant at first- but Dot and Larry told him it would be a good way to break out of his shell because Emilie is a bit awkward around people he doesn’t know well…

Auditions go good! Virgil, Roman, Elliot, and Emilie are the best singers while Clarimonde,Remy, Logan, and Patton are dorky/sassy/and confident actors.

Thomas had them all sing Seasons Of Love and then he just puts them in scenes with each other as characters he wanted to see them as! After the first round he moved people around accordingly. It’s an unorthodox way of doing things but it’s such a smol group it wasn’t a hassle to do.

Remy and Emile weren’t really considered for any of the leads because Thomas wasn’t sure of their acting ability… so just to give them something to do, he had them do dialogue when Angel and Collins first meet! Remy is Angel and Emile is Collins cause why not!

For those of you who don’t know much about Rent, basically what happens in that scene is that Collins gets mugged and beat up and he’s bleeding in an alleyway and then Angel finds him and they talk a bit.

Of course it was awkward at first because why wouldn’t it be… but Remy said “You know Em, this is just a giant case of Deja Vu… remember when I found you in the field after you gots scraped up from climbing up that tree? Your glasses were broken and everythin’. And you wanted to act all tough but you were crying and I didn’t know what to do-“ and Emile laughed because yes, he remembers. They got ice cream after and it was one of the best days of his childhood.

And it gets better from there. And it’s like they get to meet again for the first time- but Emile is the broken one and Remy is lending a hand. They have really good chemistry and the scene is actually really genuine!

They do the scene for Thomas and he’s intrigued! He writes notes with a small smile on his face.

But the spell is broken after that for a while...

but when the cast list is posted there's some issues cause uhm

Mimi is Roman- Rodger is Virgil

Mark is Patton, and Benny is Logan

Joanne is Elliot and Maureen is Clarimonde!

BUT THE TEA IS THE CASTING CHOICE OF EMILIE PLAYING COLLINS AND REMY PLAYING ANGEL!!! Romans a little salty because he wanted to be a cool drag queen who played drums but he got over it.

BUT SWEET REMY DIDN'T GOOGLE THE SYNOPSIS BEFORE HE AUDITIONED! BUT WHEN HE DID HE THE NIGHT AFTER, HE REALIZED HE DIGS ANGEL LIKE HELL YEAH HE’LL DO THAT SHIT IN A HEARTBEAT BUT EMILIE IS HIS BOYFRIEND?????

Same issue for Roman and Virgil because I have to be in love with my crush/ex enemy? Oh nooooooooooo.

The whole situation is wild and I love it.

But yeah that’s how the fake dating and stage kids element come into play if you were here from the VERY VERY beginning when I was bored out of my mind and made some weird prompts for people to choose.

BUT YEAH ROMAN AND EMILE ARE FREAKING OUT BECAUSE.OLD FEELINGS ARE RESURFACING AND THEY ARE TEMPTED TO MARCH UP TO THOMAS AND DEMAND HE EXPLAIN WHY HE DID THIS BUT THEY DON'T AND POOR PATTON HAS TO CALM TWO ANXIOUS BOYS AND VIRGIL IS HAPPY BECAUSE HE WANTED RODGER BUT LIKE NOW SHITS GETTING GAY AND HE DOESN'T KNOW IF HIS CRUSH ON ROMAN IS GONNA START GETTING OBVIOUS OR NOT AND LOGAN DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DOOOOO

Patton and Logan start to talk even more to help their bffs Roman and Virgil get their shit together and then Patton and Logan start to get close in the process and it's amazing.

But rehearsal happens and Emile and Remy are really awkward at first. And Emilie wants to slap Remy because weren’t they They don't talk about the abrupt and unexplained ending of their friendship and Emile doesn't explain how Remy broke his heart. But the eyes are the window to the soul and they both know there's words that need to be said that aren't being said…

But communication? In my christian household? Neverrrrrrrrrr

So it continues. And life goes on.

Virgil and Roman start dating because when Virgil was over at Romans house “rehearsing lines”, Roman got a bit too close when he sang “oh won't you light my candle~” and whoops know they're making out

Oh well life happens i guess

But back to Remile. It's about 2 weeks into rehearsal and they're starting blocking of Act 1 and it's going as one expects. Smooth and Rocky and back and forth and SLOW.

Most people are fitting into their roles pretty normally except for two people- you can guess who.

For the life of them, Remy and Emile can't get it together. Remy can dance and sing like nobody's business and he's been practicing in heels and it literally is giving Emilie a heart attack cause HOT DAMN IM GAY AS FUCK BUT I GOTTA KEEP IT TOGETHER REEEEE

But the second Remy makes eye contact with Emile he drops character. Emile is chill and fun like Collins. His scenes with Patton and Virgil? Gold. The second Angel comes on stage he gets more tense.

And Thomas doesnt say anything because its not the end of the first month but he notes it.

Emile is obviously upset. It’s kinda draining him being dragged around emotionally by Remy and Patton Roman and Dot and Larry are starting to get worried… it’s like the mental state he had in the summer is coming back and he’s closing himself off.

Clarimonde notices these things too because she’s not stupid… she asks Roman about it during Spanish. He says it isn’t his place because he knows Emilie's Side of the story- but not Remy's. and he doesn’t want to say anything he isn’t supposed to.

His answer gives Clarimonde all the clarification she needs because obviously Roman knows something big and it has to be that Emilie had feelings for Remy at some point and Remy cut their friendship and broke his heart.

But she doesn’t know what to do so she keeps her relationship with Remy because it’s not like he likes Emilie back. Right?

But deep down she knows he’s just scared of commitment because he never wants to go to her house and meet her parents. She barely knows anything about Remy's family or hopes and dreams. But what can she do but wait for him to open up? But he never does. And it nags at her.

I realize that I haven’t really talked to much about Remy… So here we go.

It’s complicated. Remy got scared. Of trusting one person so much that it could hurt him. Divorces can jack kids up especially if they go down ugly like it did for Remy's parents. He didn’t really believe in love. He didn’t believe in trust that didn’t come without a price.

But he forgot those worries when he was with Emile years before. He felt loved and cared for and he felt he could be himself.

But over the summer when Emile and Remy stopped hanging out… it’s because things got worse. Remy's mom started to blame the divorce on him. She said her father left because she couldn’t handle Remy and his lil brother Ethan who screamed and cried all the time. She started to go out for long points of time and come home with bloodshot eyes. She would scream at tell Remy that love never lasted and he needed to grow up and stop crying cause his dad never called.

And Remy was beside himself.Because seeing Emile just reminded him of all the stuff he couldn’t have. The carefree normal life he would never have.

So Remy threw up his walls and stopped talking to Emile. He shoved down his guilt and left him alone because Remy felt he didn’t need Emile or his warm light.

Remy wanted to grow up so he wouldn’t feel this pain and yearning for a childhood he’d never receive.

And that’s why he and Emile stopped being friends. That’s why Remy is fake.

Remy can’t pinpoint when it happened… but

as Angel he can be confident but it doesn’t feel like an act. He can dance around with a purpose. And when he sings his duet with Emile for the first time, and they hold hands, he feels a bit like the kid he was in elementary school again.

And he becomes thankful Thomas gave him the chance to do this show because it’s showing off. He’s coming out of his shell. And Emilie notices it and smiles more.

Because Emile feels happy when Remy can talk to him and not look like his walking on crackling ice.

Emile had time to mature and heal while Remy was out of his life but now he feels secure because he doesn’t have to be attached to his romantic feelings and they can just be friends. They do their scenes and it’s great. Remy can hold his hand on stage and dance and Emilie is accomplished because Remy looks so… free. Not holding anything back. Not being fake. He’s being his authentic self through Angel and he finds that beautiful.

Thomas smiles when the duo are onstage and realizes he made the right casting choice.

But one day Remy and Clarimonde walked out hand and hand after practice as Emilie waited for his parents to pick him up. Remy was smiling but then Remy was kissing her and there were hands and hair and Emile felt like he was on fire and ran. Because he can't handle this.

Remy has to pretend to be in love with him and it's going to destroy Emilie because ITS NOT REAL.

Clarimonde opens her eye for a split second and damn. She knows. She sees Emile run.

A part of her feels sad, because she has feelings for Remy, but she feels like she’s in the way of Emile and Remy. So she lets go. She breaks up with him because shes “not feeling the relationship anymore”, but she still wants to be friends. And yeah, Clarimonde hurts- but she smiles through it and knows its for the best. Even if it ain’t fair.

And Emile is calling Patton crying, curled up in a ball, wanting to rip his heart out. He can’t take it anymore and says so over and over. It’s Friday so Dot and Larry drive him over to Patton’s. Roman comes over and brings ice cream and they watch Adventure Time but then Marceline shows up and Emile starts crying because REMY BAGAHAHAHAS sO they switch to avatar.

And they all cuddle and are buried under tons of blankets and it’s great.

Roman offers to punch Remy and Patton whacks him upside the head. It’s funny.

And Emile still feels like crap but at least he knows he has good friends. He isn’t alone this time.

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44+ REDDIE PLEASE YOU ANGST QUEEN!

Prompt 44: One of them being diagnosed with a terminal illness AU, Reddie

Read it on AO3

this is a lot less detailed and a lot worse than i wanted but i hope you at least dont hate it!

The although quiet but consistent beeping of machines was starting to drive Richie insane after the first five minutes, so it was fair to guess that his situation hadn’t gotten much easier after three bloody hours spent in the waiting room of the unfamiliar and cold hospital. The raven-haired young adult had his head in his hands, his messy curls being tugged into a more and more disastrous style as time passed. Maybe this whole day was cursed. They had been on their way to the mall, having planned on spending a few hours in there and had agreed to pick separate stores that both would have their time to go through and buy an outfit for the other before they met up again at a pre-planned place. It had been supposed to be fun, something to get them out of their comfort zone and to just have fun while your brand new fiancé got you a surprise outfit to wear. After that they would’ve continued on to the small and old cafe that they both loved, it was worn out and hidden from most curious eyes, but still perfect in just the right ways. They would’ve grabbed milkshakes and then gone to the movies, and just overall had the perfect day, right in time to celebrate the earlier week. The week where Richie finally got that job in the radio station that he had been wanting for years. The week where Eddie passed all his tests with flying colours, thus getting him in the best med school in the area. And most importantly, the week when despite them being young and in some would call ‘reckless’ love, they knew that all they really wanted from life was to spend it together. They would be able to take on anything, just as long as they had each other, just like always. Richie and Eddie. Eddie and Richie. Eddie Spaghetti and the Trashmouth. The two best friends who had always bickered like an old married couple but who fit together like two long-lost puzzle pieces, always managing to balance each other out and were always there for the other. It had been the week when Richie had finally, according to his own words, grown the balls to propose to Eddie. Maybe it had been awkward, and maybe Richie left the food that was supposed to be a grand and romantic dinner in the oven for a few minutes too long and then ended up ordering fast food in his panic, and maybe they both cried when Richie finally with shaking hands and voice got on one knee, almost falling over in his nervousness, and asked the big question while helplessly stumbling over his words. Maybe, it hadn’t gone as he had planned. Maybe, he had forgotten what he was supposed to say and just ended up stuttering something barely understandable in a small voice. But despite all of that, Eddie had said yes. Of course he did. That was something he always knew he would do, and he couldn’t have been happier. Even the weird morning headaches, the sudden waves of nausea and dizziness accompanied with him almost passing out a little too often, had left him alone that day. And it was perfect, oh it had been absolutely perfect. Maybe it had been too perfect, even. And now they were here. Or at least Richie was, Eddie had been rushed off hours ago, and Richie hadn’t seen his fiancé since. Eddie had been driving Richie’s old car that he had helped fix up a few years back, and they had both been singing off-tune with the radio blasting on high volume, and everything seemed perfect. At least until Eddie’s eyes had started to droop without a warning, and Richie had barely had any time to yank on the wheel to direct them to the side of the road, alerted by the small whimper of his name that had left the brunette’s lips before he had lost consciousness. Their car had crashed against a tree but with low enough speed that they both made it out with only a few scratches, and a mild concussion in Richie’s case, seeing as he had tried to both support Eddie and shield him from the impact. An ambulance had been called quickly by someone that had seen their accident and seeing as Eddie stayed unconscious even after five minutes, no matter how many times Richie tried to shake him awake. They had both been rushed to the nearest hospital, with Richie explaining what all had been going on for the past couple of months, telling how Eddie had started to get nauseous and dizzy often, but even after several different tests and visits to some very sought after doctors, nothing seemed to be wrong with him. And that’s how they got here, with Richie pacing around the waiting room before giving up and having sat down on one of the couches, head in hands as he still had no idea what was going on, or if Eddie was okay. And it was slowly starting to drive him absolutely fucking insane. — After almost three hours of agony of not knowing what was happening and not being able to do anything, a nurse finally approached him in the now otherwise empty waiting room. Richie practically shot up to his feet, almost falling over in the process. The nurse gave him a small and sympathetic smile and motioned him to come with. “Mr Kaspbrak is stable and awake currently, and asked to see you-” She didn’t even have an opportunity to finish her sentence before Richie was already walking ahead of him, clearly looking jittery. “What’s going on? Is he okay? Why did this take such a damn long time? Is everything-” “Mr Tozier, please try to calm down. We mostly just ran some tests and had to wait for the results to come in as we took care of him. He wanted to tell you the results himself, so please, feel free to go see him” the nurse stopped in front of one of the numerous doors decorating the hallway, and looked at Richie with a sad smile that set him even more on edge immediately. “Do try to let him rest, even if it’s hard. He’s deserved it.” He almost didn’t even hear the nurses departing words, having already rushed in the room, eyes searching around frantically. In a few seconds he had located Eddie almost buried under the disturbingly straightened hospital sheets, with an IV attached to his hand and a pile of papers on the metallic tray next to his bed. He reached the bed in a few long strides, immediately pulling up a chair next to the bed and sitting down before grabbing his fiancé’s hand and studying his face, trying to find any signs of the familiar symptoms of anxiety and panic the brunette tended to get around hospitals. Instead what he found would have probably been calming or reassuring to some, but the gentle and slightly worried look in Eddie’s eyes just scared Richie even more. Although that fear was nothing compared to the wave of nausea that washed over him with the words that rang in his ears, making everything else around him blur out. “So… They did all the tests that they could think of based on what you told them while they were checking up on me. And, well, there’s no easy way to say this, Rich. They- they just told me that one test showed something unpleasant, and they confirmed it with more scans. Richie, I have cancer. It’s-” Eddie swallowed softly, squeezing Richie’s hand as the other had gone completely white, and seemed to almost be shaking as he could feel his own eyes starting to well up too. “It’s in my brain, but in a spot that they can’t operate on it without permanently turning me into a vegetable. And since they can’t cut it out, well, it’s- It’s terminal. They don’t know how long it’ll take for it to kill me, but they think it won’t be too long. The closest guess the doctor was able to give is less than a year.” Eddie whispered out the end of the sentence, feeling like his heart was going to break as he saw the silent tears that started to fall down Richie’s cheeks, eventually falling on the bed and their joined hands. And without a word the taller male suddenly leaned down, enveloping the other in what was probably the tightest hug he could muster, as he tried to keep his crying silent. He had to be strong for Eddie, he just had to. It seemed like an eternity had passed before Richie finally lifted his head, arms still wrapped around Eddie’s small frame with no intention of letting go as he looked at his fiancé with teary eyes but a weak smile on his face, his voice barely above a hushed breath “I’m going to make sure that this is going to be the best goddamn year anyone has ever had.” The brunette smiled softly as his heart warmed up, and if he really was destined to die inside a year, he had absolutely no regrets about who he was going to spend every passing day of that year with. He sniffled softly and tilted his chin up, trying to look down on Richie but evidently failing. “You know, this means that you owe me some royal treatment, Tozier.” Richie let out a small and wet laugh, hesitantly untangling one hand from around Eddie in order to salute him. “I would never consider doing anything less- although you know, terminally ill or not, you’re still an adorable dork, Ed’s.” Those were the words that had Eddie smiling genuinely for the first time after they arrived at the hospital, and he gave his boyfriends, and best friends, words a soft chuckle, “But I’m your terminally ill and adorable dork.” “That you most certainly are my love, that you most certainly are.” Richie hummed as he moved to gently brush a few stray strands of hair from Eddie’s forehead, and tilted his head a little. “Anything else you want or need right now?” The answer he got was small and quiet, and almost so scared-sounding that it broke his heart. “Just.. stay with me? Please?” “Of course I will Ed’s, I promise. Through anything and everything.”

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Stick Up (Frank Castle)

Request for @raylan-c: can you do 53. "I will always protect you" and 38. "listen to me, okay? we're getting out of here, together" with frank castle (platonic or romantic i dont mind) either in the same fic or separate ones whichever is easier. i loooved Safe btw ❤❤ you're sooo good at writing😍

Guess who’s back?? Hello my loves, I have missed you. Also @raylan-c you are so sweet!! Thank for the prompt and the kind words that got me crying in the club right now. I imagined this taking place during the beginning part of The Punisher so Frank goes by his fake name Pete. Without further ado!

Word Count: 1,700 (lol got a little carried away)

Warnings: Cursing, some gore, robbery, guns

The waitress job at a dinner was a pretty shitty gig, but it paid bills and college wasn’t cheap. Most of the time, you dealt with elderly people bitching about your generation or telling you random yet endearing stories. Other times, you met truck drivers passing through town. On occasion, you got a group of hungover students looking to order the greasiest thing on the menu. Your life was nothing glamorous or exciting, but like you said, it paid the bills. 

The only remotely exciting thing about your week was visits from Pete. 

Pete was an... interesting man. He came in once a week at various hours and ordered the same thing. Despite the varying time for his visits, Pete always came in when you were on shift. He was usually toting a large bag, sported multiple bruises, and wore a hat low on his face. His beard was grown out, his voice was gruff, and his hands were scared, but he was very friendly and always polite. 

Your knowledge about Pete was limited. He worked in construction and used to be in the military. He always asked how classes were going and left disproportionately large tips. The first time, you thought the hundred-dollar bill paying for a nine-dollar check was a mistake, but Pete made it clear that it was intentional. While you knew he worked in construction, you were doubtful about construction paying Pete well enough to drop one hundred dollars every week at a dinner for a cup of coffee and a number seven special. 

As you set a plate of scrambled eggs down in front of an elderly man, the door chimed. Pete strolled into the dinner and sat in the far back booth of your section. He looked over the menu provided on the table as if he were actually going to order anything different. 

Once checking on your other tables, you grabbed a fresh pot of coffee and walked over to Pete. 

“Good morning, Pete,” You smiled as you poured him a cup. 

“Morning, Y/N,” He set the menu down and looked up at you, sporting a black eye this morning. 

“You getting into fights again?” You teased, gesturing to your eye. 

Pete chuckled then shrugged. 

“Oh, you know me, always getting into trouble,” He paused to take a sip of his coffee then grinned up at you. “Besides, you should see the other guy.” 

You rolled your eyes playfully. 

“I’m sure.” 

“You staying out of trouble?” He asked. 

“Of course,” You promised. 

“How are classes going?” 

“They’re kicking my ass,” You admitted with a tired sigh. 

“I’m sure you’re kicking their ass right back,” Pete took another sip of his drink. 

“Trying to! I’ve got four papers due this week and no time to work on them.” 

“Don’t overwork yourself, kid. Every time I come in here, you’re always working. You can’t burn the candle at both ends.” 

“Guess you just can’t get rid of me,” You joked. 

“Wouldn’t ever want to,” Pete lifted his mug with a grin. “You make the best coffee.” 

“I’ll be sure to put that on my resume.” 

“How did that test go last week?” Pete asked. 

Last week, Pete came into the dinner late one night while you were studying for a media law test. He was on the only customer, so he sat at the bar and quizzed you. 

“I got an A!” You responded proudly. 

“Atta way!” Pete grinned. 

The door chimed again as another group of customers walked in. 

“I’ll go put your order in,” You promised. “Number seven special?” You checked. 

“Yes, please” Pete nodded. 

You smiled one last time at him then went to take drink orders for your new table. 

“Good morning, and welcome to Bo’s Dinner,” You greeted the group of three. “My name is Y/N and I’ll be taking care of you this morning. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” 

If you had to guess, the group of guys, probably in their twenties, were high on something. All of them had their hoods up, they were twitchy and fidgeting, and constantly looking over their shoulders. It was a little weird, but you’ve seen much weirder.

“Um...” One of them stared straight down at the menu. “Water,” He told the table. 

“Coke,” Another muttered to their hands. 

The last one with bright blue eyes actually looked up at you.

“A coffee would be great, please,” He requested politely. 

“I’ll get those right out,” You walked toward the kitchen and began pouring drinks. 

You give them their drinks then take their orders. A few minutes later, you delivered Pete’s food then brought the three stoners their food. 

“How does everything look?” You asked. 

“Looks great,” The blue-eyed boy reassured you. 

“Alright, I’ll be back to check on you in a little while,” You promised then went to check on your other customers. 

“How’s special?” You asked Pete, wandering back to his table. 

“As delicious as always,” Pete grinned. “Say uh, is that boy in your econ class... Ah, what’s the little shit’s name again?” 

You groaned. 

“Ugh, you mean JoHo?” 

Pete nodded.

“Yeah, that little shit. He still bothering you for a date?” 

You shrugged. 

“He’s trying to guilt me into a date. Sometimes he’s nice and backs off, other times, not so much.” 

Pete grumbled at your response. One night, you came into work fired up over this annoying ass dude in your econ class. He managed to bait you into a date, which ended up being the worst date of your life. Pete lent an ear and offered for you to bring him into the dinner, so Pete could “have a chat”. 

“My offer still stands,” Pete took a sip of his coffee. “Just let me have five minutes with him, he won’t bother you after that.” 

You laughed, brushing Pete off. 

“I only have a few weeks of the semester left. I can handle him. Besides, he doesn’t really need to be scared for life by you.” 

“He’ll learn to stop trying to guilt pretty people into dates.” 

You blushed at the compliment. 

“Let me go grab your check.” 

You rang up Pete’s check and dropped it off at his table then went back to your table of stoners, gathering up their plates. 

“Will that be everything?” You asked, picking up their plates. 

“Just the check please,” The blue-eyed boy requested. 

You brought their check. 

“Actually, can we get one more thing?” The boy asked then pointed a gun at you and cocked back the hammer. “Empty the register for us.” 

You froze, your eyes widening and your heart pounding in your chest. The other two boys produced guns from their hoodies. One fired a shot at the ceiling, sending the dinner into panicked screams. The blue-eye blue climbed up on the table and fired another shot while one of the other boys pointed his gun at you. You shakily raised your hands in the air, feeling tears build in your eyes. 

“Stay calm. We’re not here to hurt anybody,” The boy announced. “We just want a few things then we’ll be on our way.” 

One of the other boys went to the kitchen while the other grabbed your arm and yanked you toward the register. 

“Open it,” He demanded in a gruff voice, pointing the gun directly at your head. 

You took a shuttering breath, your hands shaking as you opened the register. Once opened, the boy pointing the gun at you shoved you aside and stuffed the money from the register into his kangaroo pouch. When the register was empty, he shoved you out from behind the bar, back with the few customers in the dinner. The blue eye boy jumped down from the table in front of you. He smirked at your terrified face then heard the cock of a gun behind him. 

He whipped around and yanked you in front of him, using you as a human shield with his gun against your head. Pete stared down the boy, holding a gun with steady hands. 

“Let them go,” Pete growled. 

“Looks like we got a hero!” The boy called sarcastically. “Sit back down, wannabe. You’re gonna get someone killed.” 

He pressed the gun harder into your head. You whimpered at the pressure. Pete’s eyes flicked to yours for a moment. 

“Let them go,” Pete demanded again. 

“Not gonna happen, so why don’t you,” The boy gestured to him with the gun. “Sit your happy ass back down before we spray,” He glanced at your name tag. “Y/N’s brains all over this shitty dinner.” 

Pete quirked an eyebrow then shot the gunman holding you. You screamed at his brain exploded then Pete tackled you before the other gunman, still behind the bar shot you. He used his body as a human shield over you until the firing stopped. While the gunman reloaded, Pete kicked over a table and pulled you behind it. Your heart was pounding, tears streaming down your face as you gasped for breath. Pete grabbed your shoulders. 

“Y/N, look at me. Breath. You’re okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” He used his thumbs to wipe your face. “Listen to me, okay? We're getting out of here, together.” 

You nodded, still scared out of your mind, but felt marginally better, knowing Pete was protecting you. He grabbed his gun again and poked his head over the table, waiting for the gunman to pop up. Right as he did, Pete took one shot. Two down, one left. 

Pete stood up, but you grabbed his jacket. 

“Where are you going?!” You asked nervously, your fingers curling into his jacket. 

“I’ll be right back,” He promised. “Don’t worry.” 

Pete hopped over the knocked down table then went into the kitchen where the last gunmen went. You curled your knees to your chest, your hands over your head. From the kitchen you heard another gunshot then someone walked back out. Your mind assumed the worse. Pete got shot. Oh my gosh, Pete was dead and now they are coming to kill you because they know it’s your fault. Pete was dead, Pete was dead, Pete was dead, Petewasdead--

“Y/N?” 

You looked up to see Pete standing over you. Before you registered what you were doing, you leaped up and jumped on Pete, wrapping your arms around him. He tensed for a moment, then hugged you back.

“Is it over?” You asked. 

“It’s over,” He promised, squeezing you tight. “I will always protect you.” 

The ending felt a little rushed but I hope you enjoyed! 

I have another request in my inbox and one request I started writing and seemed to have forgotten about. Once I answer the other request, I'll finish the Spiderman one I never finished. 

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