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The Ghost and the Reaper Chapter 5
Fandom// Sanders Sides
TW// Major Character Death, Swearing, Crying, Strong Emotions, Yelling, Arguing, Panicking, Blood/Gore, Slapping, Car Crash, Fire, Screaming, Sirens, Ambulance, Hospital
Word count// 2504
Description// Janus is one of the many grim reapers whose job it is to reap the souls of the dead and help them ascend to the afterlife. After one assignment, the spirit they reaped, a 23-year-old nonbinary person named Remus, refused to ascend. Now, Janus is stuck with them following it around wherever they go.
Characters// Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders, C!Thomas Sanders
Pairings// None
AUs// Found/chosen family Creativitwins & C!Thomas, human!sides, they/them Remus, it/they Janus, he/she Roman
Author note// This chapter was also soul crushing to write and I had to take multiple breaks in between writing because I started crying too much. Enjoy!
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It happened a few months ago. The neighborhood was quiet. Some people walked down the street with their dogs, others jogged past. Some people sat on their yards people watching, others did yard work, but for one home, it wasn’t so peaceful. In one home in the middle of the neighborhood, it was violent. Two people stood in the middle of a fight, yelling at each other.
”Oh my god, you’re so fucking annoying!” Roman yelled.
”ME?! I’M THE ANNOYING ONE?!” Remus yelled back.
”Yes!” Roman said.
”How am I the annoying one?!” Remus asked.
”You’re so fucking clingy! I can’t go one day without you on me!” Roman replied.
”I’m just trying to be a good sibling!” Remus said.
”Clinging to me 24/7 isn’t going to do anything to help that!” Roman yelled.
”Oh, don’t act like you’re so perfect! All you ever do when I’m around is talk about yourself! It’s always me, me, me!” Remus yelled back.
”NO I FUCKING DO NOT!” Roman yelled.
”YES YOU DO! YOU’RE SO GODDAMN SELF ABSORBED IT’S INSANE!” Remus yelled back.
”Well, at least I’m not a freak!” Roman said.
”You take that back, now,” Remus said, glaring at Roman.
”What? It’s true,” Roman responded. Remus backed up a little.
”I’m not!” Remus said.
”Yes, you are! You’re always only talking about horror, crime, or disturbing facts. Not to mention all those weird ideas you’ve come up with!” Roman said.
”You always liked my ideas though!” Remus replied.
”No, I didn’t. I’ve never liked them at all. In fact, I wish Thomas never adopted you with me,” Roman said.
”That wouldn’t have happened though! We came as a pair because we’re siblings! We came from the same family!” Remus yelled.
”YEAH, AND I WISH YOU WERE NEVER MY SIBLING IN THE FIRST PLACE!” Roman yelled back.
”I…” Remus started before being cut off by Roman slapping them.
”I fucking hate you so much! I wish you were never in my life. You’re a mistake and a useless waste of air. Now, get out of my house, before I make you,” Roman said.
”Fuck you, rot in hell,” Remus said, pushing Roman out of the way before walking out of the door and slamming it behind them. Roman crossed his arms, tears starting to form in her eyes. Meanwhile, Remus walked down to their car, opening their door and getting in. They slammed their car door shut, starting the car and driving off.
”Stupid Roman. I fucking hate him so much,” Remus murmured under their breath as they drove. Tears started to form in their eyes, making their vision blurry. They drove through the neighborhood and to the windy hill, not noticing their speed continuing to go up. They sped up the hill, not thinking about how they were driving. They soon snapped out of their trance after hearing a loud honk to find themself driving on the opposite side of the road. They lost control of their wheel, desperately trying to regain control.
”SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!” Remus said, trying to regain control. It was too late to regain control as they spun out and crashed through the barriers on the side of the hill, sending themself and their car over the side of the hill. They braced themself for impact, their car falling on the ground and sliding until they hit a tree. The tree branches pierce through the car’s broken glass, scratching Remus’s body. The force from the fall heavily damaged Remus’s head, crushing their legs and peeling the skin off of their head. Remus didn’t know how they were barely alive, but they knew they needed to get out before something else happened. They weakly crawled out of their car through the broken windshield, using their better arm to try to pull themself into the open. They coughed into their hand, their hand turning red from the blood. Remus lost their strength, falling down and laying on the ground. They turned to face their car, maybe their phone was still working. Maybe they could at the very least call their sibling, their father, anybody. Just then, the car burst into flames, the flames getting onto part of Remus’s head. Remus screamed in pain, trying to pat out the flames. The flames on their head subsided, Remus laying on the ground, barely conscious. Remus laid on the ground, their strength slowly going away, scared for what would come next. They soon heard sirens from above but was too weak to see anything. They closed their eyes. Maybe some rest would help.
Roman walked outside her house, looking to see if Remus was still there. Maybe it wasn’t too late to apologize. He looked around, not seeing Remus or their car anywhere. Roman looked down, tears falling down her face. Just then, she heard sirens, looking up to see different types of emergency vehicles driving by. Roman didn’t know why but she felt like he needed to follow the vehicles. He quickly got in her car, turning it on and following the vehicles. Roman got out of her car when the vehicles stopped on the hill. He walked around to find a bunch of people gathered around. She then noticed a woman talking with a police officer. He walked over to the two.
”So, you’re saying you were just driving behind this person when they started driving on the opposite side of the road and then lost control of the wheel?” the police officer asked.
”Yes, that’s correct. Then, after losing control of the wheel, they ended up crashing through the barrier and driving off the side of the cliff,” the woman responded. The officer wrote something down on a notepad, turning to one of the firemen near the side of the cliff.
”Found anyone yet, Greg?” the police officer asked.
”Not yet, sir!” Greg responded.
”Excuse me…” Roman chimed in. The police officer turned around to Roman.
”My name’s Roman Sanders-Kingstone, I’m a resident of the nearby neighborhood,” Roman said, holding his hand out.
”Officer Isaiah,” the police officer said, shaking Roman’s hand.
”Nice to meet you. I was just wondering what was going on here,” Roman replied.
”Car crashed off the edge of the hill into the valley below,” Officer Isaiah said, gesturing over to the hole in the barrier. Roman walked over to the hole, looking below. Roman backed up a little upon seeing the burnt shell of Remus’s car.
’No… That can’t be theirs, right…’ Roman thought, tears starting to form in her eyes. Officer Isaiah walked over to Greg the Fireman, standing next to him.
”Has Larry found anyone yet?” Officer Isaiah asked.
”Not yet,” Greg replied. Just then, Larry’s voice came over the radio.
”Found someone! I just got them onto the stretcher, you’re good to bring them up!” Larry said over the speaker. Greg pushed a button, a pulley pulling up the stretcher. Roman felt sick to the stomach after seeing the bruised and bloodied form of their sibling on the stretcher. The medics rushed over, putting Remus onto a cot.
”No… NO, NO, NO!” Roman cried, running over to the cot. Officer Isaiah grabbed Roman’s arm, holding him back.
”LET ME GO! THAT’S MY SIBLING! THAT’S REMUS!” Roman yelled, breaking free from the officer’s grip and rushing over to Remus.
”REMUS!” Roman cried, desperately holding onto Remus’s cot. The medics checked for Remus’s pulse, finding it faint.
”What’s their status?” Isaiah asked.
”They’re still breathing, if we’re quick enough to stop the bleeding we could save them,” the one medic replied.
”Well, then, get to it!” Isaiah said. Roman tugged on one of the medic’s sleeves.
”Can I please come along?” Roman asked.
”Of course, just get into the back,” the medic replied. Roman got into the back of the ambulance, one of the medics going in the back with him and Remus and the other two getting into the front. They turned on the ambulance sirens, speeding away quickly to the hospital.
Roman sat in the back of the ambulance, holding their sibling’s hand as the medic worked on trying to stop the bleeding. Tears fell down Roman’s face as she looked at her sibling. He looked away, not bearing to look at Remus. Remus opened their eyes weakly, seeing Roman next to them.
”Roman…?” Remus said faintly, getting Roman’s attention. Roman turned to Remus, tears filling his eyes.
”Remus…” Roman replied, putting a hand to Remus’s cheek.
”Roman…” Remus said.
”It’s okay, Remus. You’re going to be okay. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said all of those horrible things to you,” Roman said, tears falling down his face.
”I’m s-scared…” Remus said, tears starting to form in their one eye.
”I know… You’re going to be okay! Everything’s going to be alright! Just stay awake! Don’t leave me, please,” Roman cried.
”I want Pa…” Remus said, their voice growing weaker.
”I know… It’s okay… Pa will be here soon…” Roman said, trying to comfort his sibling. Remus coughed, blood coming out of their mouth. Roman started to panic, holding his sibling’s hand as Remus’s breathing grew heavy.
”Remus… Please… Stay with me…” Roman pleaded. He moved Remus’s hair out of their face. Remus looked over to Roman, Roman sobbing as soon as he saw the full extent of Remus’s condition. Remus weakly held their hand out to Roman, Roman crying more as Remus tried to comfort him.
”Roman…” Remus said, their voice weak and shaky.
”Remus…” Roman replied, tears falling down his face rapidly.
”I-it’s o…kay…” Remus said, trying to comfort their sibling.
”How could you say that… How could you fucking say that… Why are you trying to comfort me… You’re dying because of me yet you lay there saying everything’s going to be okay… Why…” Roman cried. Tears fell down Remus’s face.
”Ro…” Remus said.
”Rem…” Roman replied, holding his sibling’s head in his hand.
”I… love y-you…” Remus said, before closing their eyes. Roman eyes widened as he started to panic.
”Shit! I’m losing them!” the medic yelled to the others. The ambulance sped up. Roman sobbed as he watched his sibling draw their last breaths.
”REMUS! REMUS, NO! NO, NO, NO, PLEASE! DON’T LEAVE ME! PLEASE! I’M SORRY! I’M SO SORRY! PLEASE STAY WITH ME!” Roman sobbed, desperately trying to get his sibling to wake up, to open their eyes, to do anything. Remus grew limp, Roman holding her sibling close to his chest as he sobbed.
”REMUS, PLEASE! GODDAMNIT, STAY WITH ME! I’M SO SORRY!” Roman sobbed as she held the limp figure of her sibling, their blood getting onto Roman’s clothes. The medic pushed Roman out of the way as they rushed around Remus. The ambulance was soon parked at the hospital, the medics quickly wheeling Remus out and into the hospital. Roman followed close behind before collapsing in the hallway outside of the room where they took Remus into. Roman sobbed in the middle of the hallway, the blood from his clothes staining the floor.
Roman paced around the outside of Remus’s room, walking back and forth throughout the hallway. He looked up, seeing Thomas rushing down the hallway.
”Roman!” Thomas said, rushing over to Roman.
”Pa…” Roman said. Thomas rushed over to Roman, Roman collapsing into Thomas’s arms.
”Are you okay?! What happened?!” Thomas asked, checking to make sure Roman was okay.
”I fucked up, Pa… I said so many horrible things to them… I told them I wish they weren’t my sibling… I said that I hated them… I called them so many horrible things… I…” Roman sobbed, Thomas holding him close.
”Roman…” Thomas said, Roman sobbing into Thomas’s chest.
”They said they loved me… I couldn’t do anything… I couldn’t tell them I loved them back… I couldn’t save them… They died in my arms and it’s all my fault… They were so scared and I couldn’t do anything to help…” Roman cried, Thomas trying to comfort him.
”It’s going to be okay, buddy… They’re going to be safe…” Thomas said, holding onto his kid. A doctor soon walked out of Remus’s room, going over to Thomas and Roman.
”Are you the family of Remus Sanders-Kingstone?” the doctor asked.
”Yes, we are. How are they?” Thomas replied.
”I’m sorry to say, but they have passed. We tried everything we could but we couldn’t get them back. It’s honestly a miracle they were even alive in the back of the ambulance to begin with. With the amount of wounds they had, they should have been dead before even being pulled out of that valley,” the doctor responded. Tears filled the two’s eyes, Roman hiding his face in his father’s shoulder.
”Okay… Well, thank you for trying anyway,” Thomas said.
”It’s no problem. If you want, you can go in and say your final goodbyes before we wheel them out,” the doctor said. Thomas nodded, holding Roman’s hand as the two walked over to Remus’s door. Thomas opened the door, tears immediately falling down his face as soon as he saw Remus.
”Oh, no… No, no, no, NO…” Thomas started sobbed as he rushed over to Remus.
”REMUS! NO! MY BABY!” Thomas sobbed, holding the lifeless body of his child. He let go of Remus, turning to Roman angrily.
”What did you do…” Thomas said. Roman backed up a little.
”WHAT DID YOU-” Thomas started before seeing Roman’s scared expression on her face. Thomas’s expression softened. He walked over to Roman, hugging him. Roman broke down in Thomas’s arms, sobbing as his father just held him close.
”I’m s-s-so sorry, P-Pa! I…” Roman sobbed.
”Shhh, it’s going to be okay… We’re going to get through this together, okay?” Thomas said, holding his kid close. Roman nodded, holding onto her pa. Thomas walked back over to Remus, holding their hand.
”We love you, Remus… We’ll always love you… Don’t forget us up there, alright?” Thomas said, holding Remus’s hand. Thomas let go of Remus’s hand and turned to Roman, hugging her as tears fell down her face.
”Let’s go home,” Thomas said. He held Roman’s hand as the two walked out of the room. Thomas closed the door to the room, nodding to the doctor. The doctor nodded back, going inside the room. The two walked off, scared for what this new future would bring.
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I do love the Rolly Head Thing
(TW for a siren at the end when an ambulance drives by and startles Beatrix out of her preening; sorry, I live near the hospital)
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spencer reid . ii
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Feel free to recommend me some more fics! If there is any author that doesn’t want their work on here pls let me know and I’ll remove it. Series are at the bottom. Be warned for spoilers. I will not be adding spoiler warnings so tread lightly. please lmk if links arent working
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Amidst the Chaos by @a-simple-gaywitch
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer and (Y/N) didn't get along, and it annoyed the whole BAU. But when a traumatized (Y/N) shows up at Spencer's apartment late one night, their whole relationship shifts | tw/warnings: mentions of abduction.
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Adored By Him . ii by @beautiful-bau-beau
genre: angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer dating someone and you being sad because you had a crush on him but not saying anything because you don’t want to ruin his happiness.
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All I know by @unseededtoast
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader | summary: Five years after leaving Spencer Reid, it seems that fate might have given you a second chance. Inspired by "Everything Has Changed" by Taylor Swift/Ed Sheeran
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Already Gone . ii by @fandom-imagines-stories
genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: With a relationship interfering with your dangerous job, you force yourself to break things off with your boyfriend. Reid tries to maintain a professional relationship, but can’t deny his heart break. Inspired by Already Gone, a cover by Sleeping at Last.
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Addicted to a losing game. . ii by @sinfulspencer
genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Rossi is getting married, the whole team is present. Y/N doesn’t have a date but Spencer does. And it’s not her.
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a father's daughter by @/pathologicalreid
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader, hotch reader, established relationship | summary: in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life
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brilliance by @pathologicalreid
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: in which reader goes into labor after a fight and spencer is nowhere to be found
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Books and Notes by @galaxy-siren
genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: During movie night with Derek and Garcia, Spencer’s neighbor returns a book she borrowed and leaves a note inside it asking Spencer to dinner.
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coffee by @ddejavvu
genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: it's his first day at the BAU and the reader is so taken by him, she has constant puppy eyes and he mentions about needing a coffee and the reader simply gives him her coffee cup and then morgan and emily are like 'you're whipped'
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cake by @reidjumpers
genre: fluff, gn reader, pregnant reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: accidentally announcing your pregnancy to the team all because of a slice of cake
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Can’t Be Your Secret Anymore by @shemarmooresfedora
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, nurse reader, established relationship | summary: You hardly expected the next time you saw Spencer after your big fight is him coming out of an ambulance on a stretcher.
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cookies & casserole by @/ddejavvu
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: The team visiting Spencer for one reason or another on their day off & reader opens the door (maybe even wearing one of Spence's shirts) and that's how they all find out Spencer is in a relationship?
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day-off by @railingsofsorrow
genre: fluff, fem reader, dad spence | summary: dad!spencer spends his day off with his daughter.
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deprivation by @reiding-writing
genre: angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer needs support. He needs it. But he for the life of him just cannot reach out for it himself. And after one particular case, you make an effort to try and quell is emotional rampage.
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distance by @/reiding-writing
genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, bau reader, post prison spence established relationship | summary: Spencer makes a show of physically distancing himself from his teammates after he returns from prison, and in trying to abide by that boundary you accidentally misread his intentions
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Daisies Mean 'I'm an Idiot' by @/shemarmooresfedora
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer unintentionally declines when Y/N asks him out because he couldn’t possibly be the man she was describing to Penelope in her office.
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do you like how i look? or just how i look on you? by @bau-drabbles
genre: angst, gn reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: I was wondering if you do like a concept where reader and Spencer have relationship problems because he's in love with JJ?
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falling asleep by @in-another-april
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: It’s rare for Spencer to fall asleep before you, but it’s a very welcome sight
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For Your Eyes Only by @ro-is-struggling
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, garcia! reader | summary: The three times you and Spencer managed to keep your relationship a secret and the one time you got caught.
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Here for you by @weird-is-life
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: 4 times you take care of Spencer and one time he takes care of you | tw: blood, injury, abductions, mentions of car accident
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home grown by @nostalgicmess
genre: fluff, fem reader, gardener reader, established relationship | summary: JJ’s trip to the farmer’s market results in a discovery about Spencer.
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hibernation envy by @honeydjarin
genre: fluff, slight angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: It’s okay to seek out warm hands and a tender heart, especially when it’s this cold.
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How Penelope Garcia Saved Christmas by @reidscanehand
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader, christmas fic | summary: 12 days of christmas cookies with the team and how Penelope fixes reid and readers relationship
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genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: the reader is tired of being compared to maeve.
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I'm fine (not really) by @/luveline
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, shy reader | summary: reader cannot function when spencer is around
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I Don't Mind If It's You by @/eideticallys
genre: fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: maybe styling spencer’s hair should be an everyday thing for both of you.
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I Would Never Fall . ii by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: an undercover mission reveals a lot more than expected
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I love you (and I don't want to) by @/babymetaldoll
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: After three years in love with Spencer, (Y/N) decides it's time to move on. He will never love her anyway, right?
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my wonder by @downthe-f4ndom-rabbith0le
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: All his life, Dr. Spencer Reid has been told he is a genius - gifted, different. When you, a new member of the BAU, arrive, he expects the same weirded-out reaction from you as everyone does. But when you don't, and you instead find him interesting, Spencer finds himself forming an attachment to you. And as the years go on, is it really any wonder that he falls for you? This is six times you secretly say I love you to Spencer, and one time he says it back in the same fashion.
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Meeting the Team by @/galaxy-siren
genre: fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Spencer has been keeping his girlfriend a secret from the team. What happens when they finally meet her.
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migraine massage by @/reiding-writing
genre: fluff, slight angst, gn reader, bau reader | summary: Migraines are the worst. They hurt and they stop you from doing absolutely everything. Spencer was silently pleading for relief from his own body, and you plan to fulfil those needs.
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nicknames by @pathologicalreid
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: in which you meet the team for the first time, and receive your first nickname
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no expectations by @andiebeaword
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Reader is in love with Reid. He’s fallen for a woman named Maeve. While trying to save her, Reader makes a choice. | notes: full fic is on ao3
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notice me . ii by @fandom-imagines-stories
genre: angst, fem reader, established relationship | summary: A killer leaves Reid’s girlfriend on the steps of the BAU with a message for Hotchner and the team. Spencer’s judgement is clouded and it seems that the killer isn’t finished with you.
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no sign of danger by @/pathologicalreid
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: Spence becomes protective of you after swat makes a mistake causing injury.
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passive aggressive by @/ddejavvu
genre: angst, fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: spencer’s stressed, and he takes it out on you. you’re sure it would have hurt far worse if he’d shouted, but instead he broke you down bit by bit, his cold demeanor leaving you crying in your car.
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"Ready?" by @reidyoulikeabook
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: The team finds out about yours and Spencer’s relationship.
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rejection by @/kryptonitejelly
genre: angst, slight fluff, gn reader, bau reader | summary: say reader has been pining and yearning over aaron for so long and decided to tell him about reader's true feelings but reader didn't know that aaron is currently seeing someone :") he's all sorry and apologetic towards the reader :( after the 'rejection', reader ask for transfer request to another department bc as much as the reader try to not get affected, it still.....
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Rather Ardently by @/reidscanehand
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: reader where she and Spencer are married and then he starts having his headaches so he seeks out help from Maeve. She doesn’t die or anything but they become friends and reader starts to feel insecure about herself because of how much Maeve and Spencer has in common and then Spencer realises but her reassures that he loves her?
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Reaching for the Moon . ii by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, interpol reader, college friends | summary: based loosely on Sabrina or an old friend of reids comes back into his life and he's hoping this time he can be the one who gets called hers.
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spending the night by @mandarinmoons
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: just a cute fic about waking up to spencer after spending the night
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secretly mine by @actually-safer-to-kiss
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer and Reader have been seeing each other for a while without the team's knowledge
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sense memory by @/pathologicalreid
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, hotchner reader, established relationship | summary: After eight months, you and Spencer reunite after he was in prison and you were in WITSEC.
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Serenade her, bro! by @babymetaldoll
genre: crack fic, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: Spencer and (Y/N) have their first fight after a rough case. To help him ease his mind, Derek and Rossi take Reid out for a few drinks. But things get a little… out of hand.
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Secret Life, Secret Wife by @reidslibrarybook
genre: fluff, fem reader | summary: Throughout his years at the BAU, the team starts to notice Spencer’s unusual behavior. It’s almost as if he’s hiding something… or someone.
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stuck between a rock and a hard place . ii by @/pathologicalreid
genre: angst, fem reader, fbi reader, established relationship | summary: You, an undercover agent, uncover a hidden secret of the country's largest operation, putting your life in danger and under the protection of the BAU.
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taken care of by @golden1u5t
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: could we get spencer and a fem reader where she has to take care of him after he got shot in the leg and she basically has to help him adjust to using crutches and helping him to bathe and wash his hair and stuff, especially when it’s getting longer he finds it so much more difficult
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The Very Essence of Love by @/reidscanehand
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Maybe he dislikes her because he can’t truly dislike her, ever.
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Thank you for loving me by @ralvezfanatic
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: Spencer comes home after a long and stressful case, and doesn't want anything but to be with Reader. Of course, Reader is more than happy to take care of their boyfriend.
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The Secret Socks by @kcthrine
genre: fluff, fem reader, husband spence, bau reader | summary: Reader wakes up in the middle of the night to her husband, Spencer Reid, putting socks on her cold feet.
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The Moment I Knew . ii by @reidspharb
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, established relationship | summary: Spencer misses your 25th birthday and that’s when you realize your relationship can’t be fixed.
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Thirty-Six Months . ii by @moonice20408
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You and Spencer click right away when you join the BAU and a relationship soon follows. But nothing lasts forever…
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Twenty Thousand Words Per Minute . ii by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, nanny reader | summary: I was thinking, what if reid had a son who was dyslexic? Reid has an incredibly fast reading speed and has an eidetic memory, i just think he would try his hardest to understand his son.
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the funny little things. by @messyyythoughts
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: your relationship with Dr Reid of the BAU is a good one, so good that there’s these little funny things that you both do with one another...
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the comfort of rain by @/hercleverboy
genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: spencer reid is her soulmate, isn’t he?
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The One Where Everyone Finds Out by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer Reid is in love with Y/N, and she’s in love with him…only they don’t know it yet…and they might be are definitely going to be the very last to know. And since Spencer and Y/N happen to be surrounded by the best profilers in the country, the rest of the team is, of course, the first to piece together the romance. Little by little, bit by bit, the team solves the case of Spencer and Y/N.
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unrequited by @hercleverboy
genre: angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: the reader is in love with spencer. he’s not in love her.
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undercover by @spencerreidsmiles
genre: angst, fem reader | summary: spencer reid is your assignment.
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undercover by @in-my-shifting-era
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: When an unsub is hunting for young couples at a bar; reader and Spencer are asked to go under cover posing as a couple to catch him.
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ungentlemanly by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader | summary: who knew when reid gets drunk he gets flirty
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unexpected sleepover by @luveline
genre: fluff, fem reader, bau reader, single dad spence | summary: spencer and his daughter amanda find their reunion unexpectedly interrupted when you need a place to stay the night.
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Unexpected Visitor by @sweatervest-obsessed
genre: fluff, gn reader, established relationship | summary: There are some things that the team does not know about, like you, for example.
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WooPea! by @eideticallys
genre: fluff, gn reader bau reader | summary: you start your day right, cracking science jokes & making spencer reid smile. the other bau team members be damned! or, you crack the worst jokes in the planet & emily has had enough of it.
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We're Okay by @forhappysake
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: After JJ admits her decade-long love for Spencer, you and your boyfriend have to have a conversation to calm both of your doubts and fears.
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Who's your daddy? by @justawritterwithideas
genre: fluff, fem oc, dad spencer | summary: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father… But who's his father?
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Who Needs Time Management When I Have You? by @/eideticallys
genre: fluff fem reader, bar reader, established relationship | summary: one of the many perks of having a boyfriend with flawless memory is that you do not have to remember stuff—he remembers them for you.
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You're on your own by @rynwritesreid
genre: angst, slight fluff, fem reader, bau reader| summary: After releasing Spencer will never love you back, you take some time of work to work on your mental health. However, an unsub the team have been working to find, finds you first.
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✦ Don't Let Me Go . ii . iii by @spencexreidimagine
genre: angst, fluff, fem reader, bau reader, established relationship | summary: Can you write an imagine where Spencer and the reader get in a fight before a case and the whole time Spencer is being passive aggressive with her until she ends up seriously hurt and he thinks she’s going to die before they got to make up?
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✧ im always just a door away . ii . iii by @juqtier
genre: enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, fem reader | summary: when you moved in to your new apartment, you never imagined your neighbor, spencer reid, would be such a nightmare. he wasn’t your favorite guy. in fact, you hated him. unfortunately for you, you can never seem to escape him. the universe clearly has other plans for you two.
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✦ I'm Starvin', Darlin' . ii . iii by @bitesizedgremlin
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer realizes how touch starved he is when you, the newest member of the BAU, develop a habit of casually touching him throughout the day. | notes/warnings: the last part has smut
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✦ "This is killing me" by @bisexualwannabewriter
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: You’re working for the BAU, and Dr Spencer Reid is your best friend on the team. Actually, he’s your best friend, pErIoD. The thing is, you’re not supposed to feel that way about your best friend. He makes you feel some type of way, everyone in the team can see it, except you and him.
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✧ The In-Betweens by @fandom-imagines-stories
genre: fluff, angst, fem reader, hotch reader | summary: When the team figures out Reid has a secret girlfriend, they try to get all of the details. Things take an interesting turn as Spencer and the reader draw closer. (Each chapter has its own summary)
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✦ The Statistical Probability by @/reidscanehand
genre: fluff, slight angst, fem reader, bau reader | summary: Spencer Reid is doubtful of the statistical probability of falling in love until he meets the BAU’s new communications liaison, Y/N. Thus begins a relationship and a story of healing, growing, and finally finding the statistical probability of finding a happy ending. | notes: the third chapter includes smut
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more this way —-> spencer reid . iii
#♡ — fics#Spencer Reid x reader#spencer reid angst#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds x reader#criminal minds fluff#criminal minds angst
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eddie x Fem! Reader
honey I’m home masterlist
TW: 18+ hospitals, trauma, crying, etc
A/N: this is a short little chapter. the next one will be longer— thank you for hanging onto this story even though it took me forever to get it started. I have most of the next chapter done so it’ll probably be posted next week.
The blue and red lights are blinking in rapid succession. Painting the curtains in washes of ruby and royal.
The sirens should have been loud but Eddie figured it was the blood trickling down his head and into his ear canal that was preventing him from hearing clearly.
He fought with the first responders.
Fought with the people fussing over him and trying to rush him into an ambulance.
He refused to leave you.
He didn’t need to be cared for.
He didn’t care about anything.
Only you.
Mr. Derry’s loud knock and burst through the door was the exact distraction needed for Eddie to grip the bat in his bloody hand.
Rings squeezing tight around blood and the wooden handle, he swung hard. A suddenly athlete in a smokers body. He felt the thuds and friction vibrating in his forearms when the nailed head connected with flesh. But he didn’t stop until there were two crumpled bodies collapsed on the red stained carpet.
And when the ambulance crew met him at the door, gurney ready, you were wrapped tight in his arms. A faint pulse echoed like a whisper against your skin. Eddie’s tears streaming down his face and onto yours.
His promise pressed delicately to your lips.
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“What have we got?”
“According to the patient’s friend, she is twenty-one-year, sir! you need to be looked at, and lived by herself for the past few months..”
I’m fine! Jesus— get off me and help her!
“…call came in at 2208 from a Mr. William Derry— the neighbor— claiming there were screams coming from across the street of his residence on Cherry Lane. Dispatch didn’t think to respond right away due to the many calls Mr. Derry has submitted to the Police Department.”
“Sir, I am not telling you again, you need to be checked out!”
“Jesus Christ.”
“When nobody showed up, the neighbor went across the street after hearing more screaming. Patient was held up by her throat by the DOA”
“Bill has him in truck 011, ID found on the body confirmed he was Chad Cunningham.”
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Eddie is standing before you, looking the same has he did the morning g after Halloween. It’s similar but different. There’s more light in the kitchen, and he is rosy cheeked like a cherub, his movements almost floating like angel wings as he moves the carton of orange juice hp to his lips, small glints of a silver nipple ring peaking out from the cutoff shirt he wore.
When he speaks, it’s like a harp is playing, all song and beautiful notes, extending and echoing around the room.
“So when do I get this trophy sweetheart?” He says with a grin, “thinking of putting on a shelf in my room,”
Your laugh feels like butterflies tickling your stomach, “you can’t be serious.”
His head dips as he walks towards you, smile displaying the prettiest teeth, “damn straight, want the whole town to know I had the best costume!”
“Stolen costume,”
“Pppffft, I just borrowed it.” the wink he delivers is almost sinful, toothachingly sweet enough to give a dentist a cavity, and you melt on the spot.
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“Miss? Can you tell us your name? Can you tell us anything?”
Sterile.
Chemical.
You were either in a hospital or a morgue. You didn’t feel any pain so it very likely could be the worst of the two options. Whatever you were laying on was cold. And when you tried to move you found you couldn’t.
Is this death?
Eyelids heavy and unable to cooperate and make the connection with your brain on flicking open so you could see what was happening.
The only thing constant was a buzzing in both ears. A tug along your eyelids and rubber glove fingers on your body. But you were trapped in your mind, unable to speak, to scream, to show any physical movements other than the involuntary rise and fall of your chest and your lungs being filled with oxygen, fed through flexible plastic of the oxygen mask placed on your face.
Oblivious to your surroundings.
“Severe trauma to both eyes, laceration to the back of the head, severe swelling and possible damage to the larynx, Katerina, what did the CT show?”
“CT came back clear, X-Ray showed a break to both zygomatic bones, 5th and 6th ribs and a lacerated spleen…”
“Look at her nails, poor thing fought for her life,”
“they both did.”
You found the will to whisper what you needed to tell them. Voice hoarse and barely audible, removing the mask they look in horror back at your words, and immediately the feeling of warm liquid entering your veins and the blur of sleep covers your body.
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He visits you again, this time you know it’s a dream. The pink clouds flow behind his head even though you are standing in the living room. But it’s different, blurred on the edges, hazy sweet and refined. How heaven could be described.
“I look good in this don’t even lie,” Eddie says with a spin, the white cotton of your robe resembling a mini skirt on his long legs, “but if you want me to take it off all you have to do is ask, I’m a pleaser, baby.”
He was every version of himself, handsome, gross and menacing. Sweet and caring, eye twinkling, soft voiced: Eddie. The beer taped to his hand like it was all those months ago when you splashed him awake, threatening to kick him out.
Delivering his classic one liners that you now knew helped fuel your love for him.
“What? Hair of the dog baby, gotta keep drinking to avoid a hangover.”
And maybe your love for him was always there.
Showing up in the background, fluttering bird wings of your heart before you even noticed.
Developing into something sweeter, deeper, so heartbreakingly sick it took a disaster and almost the last pulse in your veins for you to be able to admit it.
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Steve had been pacing the cream colored tiles for over thirty minutes. The squeak of his Nikes against the floor were something Eddie was trying hard to focus on instead of worrying about you in the ICU, but so far it wasn’t working.
The nasal cannula was annoying, he could breathe fine on his own. The stitches in his eyebrow itched and stung with each weave through his skin, pulled taut around the swelling in his face.
The shot the nurses had administered to calm him down after screaming and trying to fight his way to you, was making his mind fuzzy— still, Steve’s pacing kept him company. Step step step squeak, step step step hand in hair, followed by an agitated huffing breath.
A nurse with a long blond ponytail braided down her back opens the polyester curtain with a drag and slips inside the room. A black rubber and steel stethoscope around her neck, before she could introduce herself Steve exploded with fury.
“Tell me what the hell is going on in this poor excuse for a hospital, right now!” Steve’s hair shook from its feathered position when he spoke, his demanding voice booming across the tiles.
Without missing a beat and clearly dealing with high strung men before she said almost monotonously, “Sir, you need to calm yourself down, this is a h-”
But Steve’s fire was only fueled by her dismissive tone, his voice never wavering, “No, I will not calm down! The police were made aware of this situation a year ago and nothing was ever done!”
The police officer standing outside guarding entry to the room tipped his head in slow, “Mr. Harrington, we hear your complaints but there isn’t anything we can—”
“Bullshit!” A tear stain cheeked Robin sobbed, her face red and blotchy from hours of crying and rubbing her freckles clean, “Eddie told you what happened yet he’s still cuffed to a bed like a fucking criminal!”
She broke down again, clinging to Steve’s side like a wounded child, sobbing into the soft cotton of his crewneck sweater. “This is unethical! Unco—”
“Alright that’s enough hot shot,” Hopper shouts in finality towards Steve, a wrinkle burrowed deep in his forehead accompanied with graying thick eyebrows set in a devastating frown.
“Chief,” Wayne interjects, cap wringing in his calloused, wrinkle bared hands, his voice wobbly but steady, runny nose and wet tears cling to his scruffy beard, “my son was protectin’ that girl, you know Eddie…he’d never hurt someone unless his life or someone he cared about was in danger.”
Hopper tore his gaze from the one of the richest in the room to the poorest, hanging his head with sorrow, “ ‘m sorry, Wayne— but until Mr. Derry’s statement comes back and Eddie is cleared… the cuffs stay.”
Wayne hung his head low, the few wiry hairs on his balding head stuck in all sorts of directions despite his attempt at raking them into submission.
“Jim Hopper you should be ashamed of yourself,” Karen Wheeler spoke up now, head held high, claw clip teetering with each gesturing movement of her head, “you know good and well this boy couldn’t have done that to her! They loved each other!”
Since the pacing of Steve’s feet had stopped Eddie’s heart rattled hard in his chest, he clawed at the heart monitors on his chest, tried to bite the IV’s from his arms, caged like a wild animal he let out a broken cry, “ple— please, she needs me.”
“Mr. Munson,” the nurse with blonde hair replies sternly, “she is in critical condition, we don’t know if or when she will be able to to recover, she is heavily sedated and needs rest, her only visitors will be family at this time.”
“Speaking of,” another nurse chirps, young and fresh gilled, entirely too eager to please her superior, “do you know how to get a hold of her family?”
He shakes his head slow, causing a pounding headache, “I am her family,” Eddie grunts through clenched teeth, pushing himself up on the bed as far as his cuffs would allow, Steve’s hand on his shoulder. “Look around this room! Ted and Karen Wheeler, Steve Harrington, Robin Buckley, Nancy Byers.. we are all she has,” a single tear falls down his bruised cheek, liquid salt in the cut in his top lip.
“Okay sir.. who is responsible for her?”
“In regards to what? Financially? You money hungry pricks just don’t let up so you?,” Ted Wheeler finally speaks behind his wife, shock and anger evident on his wrinkled features.
“Not exactly…”
“Whatever it is, I will handle it, alright?” Eddie interjects, annoyed with the questions, worried only about you, “I’m responsible for her.”
“Oh,” the nurse says, perking up slightly, marking a red check mark on her clipboard, smoothing out her uniform, “so you are aware of her condition then.”
Light bulbs click for everyone in the room but the curly brown haired metal head.
Oh my God
…Tooty
Holy shit.
“That she got the shit kicked out of her by that fucking psycho Chad Cunningham?”
Eddie.
Ma’am can we talk privately in the hall?
“…obviously I’m aware! I was there when it happened! That dumb fuck already took my statement!” he said gesturing to Deputy Wallace.
“No, Mr. Munson..”
This isn’t the time for this! Wayne tried to warn the nurse, but it fell on deaf, naive ears.
“…she’s right around twelve weeks pregnant.”
A pin dropping could have been heard from a mile away. The oxygen was sucked from the room. Karen’s hand was clapped around her mouth. Nancy and Robin choked back sobs.
Everyone was struck with horror, but not Eddie.
His mind playing that beautiful night between you like a movie in his head. The way your skin felt, the way his heart ached with fullness at your shared fervor and passion.
REWIND
PLAY
The curve of your lips on his skin, kissing him sweet and slow, no noise, just the love making swallowing you both whole.
REWIND
PLAY
PAUSE
Your soft snores as he counted the popcorn marks in the ceiling, his girl. His entire universe.
STOP
EJECT
The tears rolled like a ferocious river down his face, carving a path down his cheeks and under his wobbling chin, wetting the hospital gown he was forced into when he got here.
You were alone.
He didn’t know anything about pregnancy besides the woman usually got sick right? Every emotion that most men feel when finding out they were going to be a dad hit him all at once.
But not fear.
He imagined you with a big swollen belly, feet too pudgy to fit into shoes, he’d rub them with lotion until you could fall asleep.
He’d imagined his arms holding you from behind, your baby wrapped in his arms still in your womb. The relief you might feel from the weight being in his hands.
You were experiencing this pain all by yourself.
He couldn’t fathom how you were feeling. Scared. Hopeless? He had no idea. And the thought of you being alone had him nauseous.
Why didn’t you didn’t tell him?
Why didn’t anyone tell him?
His fury built and shook as his voiced boom with grief as he screamed at Steve, dark eyes blood shot and red rimmed.
“How could you,” he broke, struggling through the words, "why would you not tell me?!” The cuffs around his wrist broke skin as he tried to claw his way out of them, trying to reach at Steve’s shirt demanding to be heard.
“Ed— fuck man!” Steve started, mouth gaping at Eddie’s arms dripping with blood from his fresh wounds, “we didn’t know!”
Robin speaks now, trying to reach for Eddie’s hand to offer him some comfort, “She didn’t tell us, Eddie—Steve is right, she didn’t say a word to any of us about it.”
“Fuck!” Eddie screams, slamming his wrists into the bed sides, “I sh—should h-have..,” the end falls silent as his long legs were pulled to his chin and he buried his head into them.
In the minutes it had been since he found out, he was already a shitty fucking dad.
The pain of what happened to you and him not being able to stop it quick enough was killing him, and now, realizing that you were carrying his child and you were all alone?
There weren’t words for the gut wrenching feeling ripping through him. Overwhelming dread, chest tight with panic and pain. The nausea overtaking him. The vomit came fast, splashing allover himself and the bed, landing in thick puddles on Steve’s shoes. He cried harder and sobbed uncontrollably. When his stomach was empty he could only dry heave.
Wayne moved across the tiled floor in quick steps, careful not to slip in the wayward puke in his path. Sitting down hard and with purpose next to Eddie. This wasn’t his first rodeo of seeing Eddie in this turmoil. But never as a grown man.
He tried his hardest to hold back the tears he swore he’d never let fall in front of his boy, but gravity won the fight when Eddie pulled him into a bone crushing hug, his sobs snuffed by the canvas of his work jacket.
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It was a full 12 hours before Mr. Derry’s statement was released. Tough old bird, he couldn’t be coerced even with the gentle threat from the Cunningham’s came down hard breathing down his neck.
Surely not their son? Their angel?
But the proof was there. An eye witness statement and a severely beaten woman, the record from years past and the statement from both Steve and Robin on what happened last year at your apartment, stood its ground.
Eddie was cleared as a free man, self defense in the eyes of the law. The second his cuffs were off he was throwing his boots onto his gripper socked feet, and untangling himself from wires and needles.
Steve and Wayne had both taken off work to help Eddie pick up his medication and make him go home and rest. When he tried to protest, Wayne gave Eddie a look that could pierce steel, the kind of look saying no bullshit, and begrudgingly he followed the men out to Steve’s Mercedes.
Nancy and Karen stayed behind at the hospital, filling your room with heavily perfumed flowers. Hushed whispers between the mother and daughter as they prayed and hoped that you would make it out of this horrific nightmare.
The doctors would only speak to Eddie. Letting him aware that your condition was improving but they would not be able to lift the sedation just yet. A day passed then another. Eddie slept in the hospital grade recliner in your room each night. Singing you sweet lulls of your favorite song. Promising you the world if you would just open your eyes.
He was weak himself. Fighting the urge to break down in front of anyone again with each hour that passed.
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4 days led to 5 and the nurses and doctors whispered behind their clipboards. On the 6th day they decided to lift the sedation to see how your body would tolerate pain.
Eddie never left.
Machines beeped and ticked. Tubes and wires connecting from you drip with fluid and monitoring systems. The white walls and outdated curtains of the hospital shine a yellowed glow into your room, bringing with it a warmth to your cotton thread blanket and warming the skin on your arms. A welcomed feeling compared to the cold needles of the IV poking into your skin delivering flows of medicine and liquids to keep you hydrated and your pain manageable.
Foiled balloons printed with get well wishes bounce and sway with the kick on from the vent.
One of your hands is unexpectedly warmer than the other. A rough drag across the knobs of your knuckles is a familiar feeling, and you smell him before you even open your eyes to acknowledge that it’s him.
The clinging smell of cigarettes on a freshly washed shirt and the spice of deodorant force their way into your nose. It’s a different shampoo than the one you’re used to catching on him. More manly. All sandalwood and musk a hint of citrus. And at first you think he’s someone else… maybe Steve picked up smoking heavily again?
But when a tuned hum reverberates low against your hand followed by a pair of lips kissing gently around the IV and tape poked and laid against your skin, you know for certain it’s the man you’ve been dreaming about.
The one you cried for.
The one who visited your sleeping mind and told you everything was going to be okay.
His name falls from your lips like choked frozen honey, thick in your mouth and on a dry tongue.
It was the most beautiful noise he had ever heard.
His girl. His whole world. Awake.
#eddie munson#eddie x fem!reader#eddie x you#eddie munson fanfic#eddie munson x reader#fic recs#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson angst#stranger things
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regular boy: daniel wayne
masterlist/link to ao3
summary:
“Reporting live from Gotham City!” The reporter spoke “Here at the scene of the crime where Dr. Collin Kilye, renowned geneticist, has shot himself and has been declared dead by the paramedics. Dr. Kilye is suspected to be responsible for the purposeful switching of newborns between families under his care, where an estimated over 500 babies have been swapped in the last 20 years of his employment here. Based on the information provided to the Gotham PD by Nightwing and Batman, the vigilantes investigating the crime, we are led to believe that Nightwing has been investigating this case after an anonymous tipoff of Dr. Kilye’s suspicious activities. After a month and a half of investigating, Nightwing reason to believe the Dr. Kilye of malpractice and came to his office to investigate-”
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Dick had learned that people never know a situation as well as they assume they did. Dick had always assumed that he wouldn’t be one of those people. He was a detective, a Bat, the first Robin.
The case file in front of him glared tauntingly.
Danny Fenton;
Birth Parents: Bruce Wayne (father) and Clarissa King (mother).
Status: Alive
chapter 01: breaking news
tw/cw: mentions of infant death and fictional medical procedures
dick: 25
jason: 20
danny: 16
tim: 16
steph: 17
cass: 15
duke: 17
damian: 13
Danny sighed, stepping through the front door and into the empty living room not bothering to turn on the lights and tossed his hoodie onto a nearby sofa. Normally Jazz would have berated him for being messy, or maybe Mom would have nagged about Danny being older and needing to clean up after himself. But Jazz was off studying neurology at Harvard. And his parents had gotten an “an amazingly irrefutable offer, Danno” to work at Dalv Co. under their new ecto-technologies sector, that partnered closely with the GIW. So they were usually busy with that.
Not that Danny wasn’t glad to have time apart from his parents. After what Danny only referred to as The Chicago Incident, he could barely stand being in the same room with them. Danny kept quiet about what happened. He hadn't told anyone, not Sam or Tuck or Val or Wes and especially not Jazz. He couldn’t. He’d only managed to survive thanks to the timely aid of Fright Knight and Firebolt (a ghost friend he made when he was stuck in the Ghost Zone during the GIW’s six-month Martial Law lockdown- but that was a story for another time).
Leaving his shoes somewhere by the door, Danny made his way into the kitchen, perusing through the remnants of edible material. The equipment in the basement would have been collecting dust if Danny hadn’t taken his liberties with it. Apart from his newfound and unbounded freedom that he regarded with gratitude, Danny even began dabbling in cooking real people food. And it was definitely because he wanted to and not because he was sick of microwavable food, Jazz.
With Danny’s rendition of chicken alfredo ready, he ate in front of the TV. He flipped through a few channels before just landing back on the news. He half-listened to the anchor telling him about the incoming weather front before the screen abruptly changed, flashing a bright red Breaking News sign for a moment before panning over to a lady in front of what looked like a crime scene.
“I’m Jenifer Blair, reporting live from West Gotham City with Z News!” The reporter spoke urgently over the loud sounds of police and ambulance sirens in the background. “Here at the scene of the crime where Dr. Collin Kilye, renowned geneticist, and lead researcher at West Gotham General Hospital, has shot himself and has been declared dead by the paramedics. Dr. Kilye is suspected to be responsible for the purposeful switching of newborns of families under his care. It is estimated that over 500 babies have been swapped in the last 20 years of his employment here. Based on the information provided to the Gotham PD by Nightwing and Batman, the vigilantes investigating the crime, we have been told that Nightwing has been investigating this case after an anonymous tipoff of Dr. Kilye’s suspicious activities. After a reported month and a half of investigating, Nightwing had reason to suspect Dr. Kilye of malpractice and came to his office to investigate where--”
The sudden sound of his phone ringing brought Danny back to his living room. “Hey, Tuck,” Danny answered, lowering the volume of the TV.
“Danny! Dude! Have you seen the news story of Batman and Nightwing’s recent bust?” Tucker asked, his voice radiating fanboy excitement.
“Wasn’t it mostly just Nightwing?” Danny raised an eyebrow at his friend, even though he couldn’t see it. “Batman showed up later.”
“Yeah, well, Batman and Nightwing-”
“Nightwing and Batman.”
“Okay, whatever- but isn’t this totally insane? It’s like Parent Trap- but illegal.”
“That’s not what happens in Parent Trap.” Danny pointed out for the sole purpose of being annoying.
“It’s the essence, Danny!” Tucker groaned. Danny could practically hear him rolling his eyes through the phone. “We’re still on for the new Doom game tonight?”
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world. The others come by yet?” Danny put his plate in the sink.
“I’m adding them to the call.”
On the third ring, “‘Sup Fenton ‘n Foley. Ready to get your nonexistent butts handed to you?” Val goaded, already hyped for their game.
“Hey! I’ll have you know I have a very nice butt. And Danny’s isn’t anything to scoff at either-” Tucker snapped only to be cut off by Danny.
“Okay! Thanks for the defense, Tuck.” Danny stepped in quickly before the conversation took a turn he did not want to witness.
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Dick was alone in the BatCave, working out the final details of his case before sending it off to be released publicly. In all of Dick’s years as Robin to Nightwing, this case was easily one of the most disastrous to the general public. Given that it was his case, Dick wanted to make sure it went smoothly. Or as smoothly as telling a family their child isn’t biologically theirs can go.
Sorting through the files and pairing up the families with the correct child was relatively easy, thanks to the incredible details Dr. Kilye stored in his files. If the circumstances were different, Dick would have been amazed at how much data the doctor managed to keep collecting for 568 different subjects of his experiment. Silently praising himself for having already made his way through about half the files, Dick stretched his neck as he clicked the View Next button.
In his line of work, Dick had learned that people never know a person or situation as well as they thought they did. Dick had been confident he wouldn’t be one of those people. He was a detective, a Bat, the first Robin. He knew better than to assume anything. The file that showed up next was chilling proof that he was wrong. For a Bat, the past never stayed in the past.
File Number: 6678
Date of Birth: 12 February 20XX
Name: Thomas Wayne Jr
Assigned Mother: Clarissa King (missing)
Assigned Father: Bruce Wayne (alive)
Biological Mother: Madeline Fenton (alive)
Biological Father: Jack Fenton (alive)
Medical Conditions:
Malformations of the heart and lungs
Unidentified chemicals present in blood test
Updates and Notes:
Deceased on 23 February 20XX (11 days old)
The memories he managed to keep buried for years seized Dick’s senses, and he was back in the hospital waiting room at age 9. None of the others had known about the time Bruce and Thalia had tried to work things out and had given having a family together a try. No LoA business. No Bat or JLA. Just regular(ish) people in a regular(ish) family.
It had gone well for the months before Talia had become pregnant. Even most of the pregnancy had gone smoothly. Dick got to be in an actual family again after the death of his parents. They had dinner together. Talked about their day. Watched movies together.
But then Talia had gotten sick, and the baby ended up coming out a little early. The doctors had told them it was normal and that the baby would probably still be healthy. So Alfred sat in the waiting room with a nervous Dick, excited to meet his first-ever little brother. He’d always wanted a little brother. Bruce came to the waiting room after making Dick and Alfred wait forever and told them they could come in now. Talia, under the alias Clarissa King, was asleep when they entered.
Bruce had told them the doctors had taken Thomas to get cleaned and do a few check-ups. Dick remembered the anxious but excited look on Bruce’s face as he kept glancing at the door, ready to pounce the second the doctor would come back with Dick’s new baby brother.
Except that never happened.
When the doctor came back into the room, he had a clipboard in his hand, not a baby. The Doctor told them to follow him, and they went inside a room with a bunch of machines in it, and in the middle of the room was Dick’s baby brother.
The baby was mostly bald, but he had little bits of black hair on his head, like Bruce and Talia. Dick wondered what color eyes the baby would have. Talia had green eyes, but Bruce and Dick had blue eyes. Alfred had said the baby needed a lot of rest and that’s why he was sleeping so much. Dick would be a good big brother and wait patiently until his baby brother woke up.
But the baby had to stay in the hospital for 10 whole days since Bruce had told Dick that his brother was really sick. Dick would check the nursery to make sure it was ready for his brother before Alfred would take him to the hospital to visit. Dick’s baby brother hadn’t been awake any of those days and Dick never got to find out what color his eyes were.
On the eleventh day, they didn’t go to visit. When Dick asked Alfred why, the butler had walked him to the patch of loose dirt in the backyard marked with a little piece of rock with his brother’s name on it.
Dick had seen that type of rock with his parent’s name on it before.
It meant that he was gone, and Dick would never get to see him again.
When Bruce had introduced Jason Todd and said he would stay with them in the manor, that was the first time Dick had truly ever been betrayed by Bruce.
Jason wasn’t his brother. Thomas was. But Thomas wasn’t here. Jason may get to say he was Bruce’s son too, but he didn’t get to know about Thomas.
Not letting his childhood tears deter him from his new goal, Dick quickly found the associated file. Dick’s heart pounded in his chest while his breath was still stuck somewhere in his throat,
File Number: 77563
Date of Birth: 12 February 20XX
Name: Daniel Fenton
Assigned Mother: Madeline Fenton (alive)
Assigned Father: Jack Fenton (alive)
Biological Mother: Clarissa King (missing)
Biological Father: Bruce Wayne (alive)
Medical Conditions:
Normal Birth
Age 12: Electrocuted
Hospitalized for 24 hours.
Developed Acute Bradycardia
No follow-up medical procedures
Updates and Notes:
Prefers “Danny”
Dick looked over the file again and again. His baby brother was alive. He had come back.
Should he tell Bruce? Obviously, that was a dumb question. How should he tell Bruce?
Well, Richard Grayson was nothing if not tactful. He pulled out his phone from his jacket pocket, pulled up both files next to each other on the large screen of the Bat Computer, snapped a picture, and clicked send. Bruce was supposed to be having dinner with some important business people or whatnot, so Dick decided he should flee the scene before the Big Bad Bat found him, not wanting to know what his wrath would bestow on him. Heaven forbid, Bruce might even talk about emotions.
He closed all the files, stored them in a flash drive, and wiped them from the computer. After all, this was his case, and he’d be the one to see it through. Dick was right in front of the elevator when the doors opened to reveal Tim.
“You’re done?” Tim asked, raising a suspicious brow.
“I have a flight to catch.” Dick said, “I need to pack.”
“Is it for a case?” Tim asked, putting his phone in his pocket.
“Yeah. Be the bestest brother ever and cover for me?” Dick pleaded, flashing his signature smile.
“Why should I?” He huffed already a few feet away from where Dick stayed.
With a smirk, “‘Cause you don’t want Bruce to know what taking the Batmobile out for a ‘joyride’ was really for,” Dick said with a smirk.
Tim turned around, alarmed. “Fine, I’ll cover. But you better not tell.” Tim hissed at him.
“Scout’s Honor.” Dick winked before catching the elevator.
“You weren’t even a Scout.” He heard Tim complain before the doors fully shut.
Three hours later, Dick landed in Chicago, Illinois and hailed a cab to take him the rest of the 1-and-a-half-hour drive to Amity Park. Where Thomas Daniel Danny lived. Dick hadn’t exactly planned this whole excursion through, which wasn’t very trained-by-Batman of him. But Dick knew how to do things by the nose when he needed to.
He had used the time in the plane to finish the rest of the files, which he completed quickly with his ultimatum in mind. Dick purposely ignored every notification vibrating in his pocket knowing he would be facing the wrath of either Tim or Bruce.
But now he was sitting in a car for one-and-a-half hours with nothing to look out for except the darkness of the night and a relatively empty road. He opened his phone to 56 messages and missed calls. He scrolled through the groupchat, ignoring it when it was just talking about regular stuff. Next, he opened his messages from Tim.
Timbers: Dick.
Timbers: what did you do?????
Timbers: when you said cover I thought you meant for patrol or smt
Timbers: not whatever beef Bruce apparently has with you??
Timbers: I demand compensation!!!
Timbers: [1 video]
Dick opened the video Tim sent him. It was 90 seconds of security camera feed from right above the elevator. Bruce’s hair was disturbed from his usual well-done look he kept for business meetings and his tie was undone. He stormed towards the Bat Computer where Tim was doing whatever Tim does on the computer. Despite being dressed in business attire, Dick could practically see the flurrying of the Batman cape behind him as he walked. Bruce whipped the chair Tim sat on around to face him so fast that Tim nearly fell off.
‘Where’s Dick?’ The camera was a bit far but still picked up Bruce’s echoing voice. To Dick’s surprise, and seemingly Tim’s as well, Bruce didn’t seem mad. Disgruntled, alarmed, slipping from sanity? Yes. Genuinely angry? Not quite. It made Dick feel a little guilty. Only a little, though.
‘I dunno,’ Tim said, still reeling from the surprise attack.
Bruce pushed Tim’s chair away from the computer, scavenging through the files, no doubt looking for the files on Thomas and Danny. Unfortunately for Bruce, every single one of those files was secure in Dick’s jacket pocket. Bruce would come to realize that soon enough, as he took a shaky breath and stepped away from the screen.
The video ended.
That explained the 12 missed calls from Bruce. Dick debated calling him back. No doubt Bruce would ask for an explanation. An explanation he still has yet to come up with.
Deciding this was a problem for future Dick, present Dick decided he would let himself doze off for the rest of the cab ride to his destination.
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You’re All I Care About
Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x female!reader
Summary: Bradleys world is almost flipped upside down when he receives a terrifying call from you. (Based off this post)
TW: car accident, angst, mentions of blood, swearing, fluff
Word Count: 1.7k
A/N: I’m not really pleased with how this turned out but I also don't have the motivation to rewrite it so blah
You blink your eyes a few times trying to take in your surroundings. The first thing you register is the blaring horn and the smell of blood. You know that you've just been T-boned but you don't know how bad it is. The other car must have run because you're alone in the middle of the four-way stop. You're not on a popular road so there are no other cars around to help.
The first thing you think to do is call Bradley. You know he'll get here faster than any first responders. Your heart drops when you realize that you're in his bronco. Your car was in the shop having some work done, so he had insisted you drive it. You don't stay stuck on the thought for long, digging for your phone.
The impact had spun the truck around and everything went flying. You spot your cell on the passenger side floorboard and reach to grab it. It takes you a minute to get your hands on it, having to be mindful of the shattered glass covering the car. Once it's in your hands, you press Bradley's contact and lean back with your eyes closed.
Bradley's at your shared home laughing with Jake and Nat when his phone rings. He smiles when he sees your contact photo and answers, pressing the phone to his ear. His face drops when he hears a car horn blasting and you don't greet him. The two pilots notice his change in demeanor and sit up with concern written on their features.
"Y/N?" He tries and his heart plummets when you don't respond. He tries again, this time louder and you finally answer. "Bradley," you breathe and he stands up when he hears the tears and panic in your voice. "I'm sorry about your Bronco."
His eyes widen when he realizes the horn is coming from his truck. "Baby where are you?" He's already grabbing Jake's keys and sprinting out the door. Jake and Nat are hot on his tail, not bothering to ask any questions. Bradley's reaction is all they need to know. You give him your location and he stays on the phone with you.
"I'm only a couple minutes away, baby. Are you hurt?" His stomach twists in anticipation of your answer. Your head hurts but you're not in any severe pain. "I don't think so. My head hurts, but that's it." You tell him and he breathes a little easier.
"Okay, honey. Are the paramedics there yet?" He doesn't hear any sirens and wonders how long ago this happened. He's going 80 in a 55 and it won't take him much longer to get to you. You chuckle to yourself as you answer. "No, you're the first person I called."
Bradley's eyebrows furrow and he turns to Jake. "Call an ambulance." His friend looks at him baffled for a second. "Now." His voice is more urgent this time and Jake pulls out his phone to call 911.
The truck skids to a stop as they pull up to the accident. Phoenix gasps and covers her mouth and Jake is in complete disbelief. He's still on the phone with the operator and he tells them to hurry. Bradley feels like he's going to throw up as he bolts out of the truck, barely putting it in park.
His bronco is completely crushed in on the driver's side and glass is littered across the road. All of the airbags are deployed and he falters when he sees blood.
He hasn't even seen you yet, but if the condition of his truck is any indication, it isn't good. He makes it to you and he runs his hands through his hair in a panic, unsure of what to do. All of his military training has flown out the window.
He’s brought back when he sees Jake try to wrench the door open. He helps him pull a couple of times but it's pinned shut. "Hey, flyboy." He hears your sweet voice and forces himself to look at you.
He feels a lump form in his throat and he reaches toward your head. You have blood dripping down the side of your face, but other than that you don't look too beat up.
There are definitely some cuts from the glass and probably bruises from the seatbelt locking up, but it could be worse. He knows your head is the most concerning injury. The way you're bleeding there's no way you didn't hit it, but you seem aware of your surroundings and have your usual teasing tone.
Bradley runs around to the passenger side and opens the door. He climbs in ignoring the shards digging into him and leans over to check your pulse. He can hear the sirens approaching and calms down just enough to talk. "Hey, baby. We're gonna get you out of here but I need you to try and keep your head still until they can check you out okay?"
You hum in acknowledgment just as the ambulance and police cars arrive at the scene. Bradley is pulled back by Jake as the paramedics start asking questions and working on you. He pulls against the restraint and Nat finally gets out of the truck and rushes over. She stands in from of him and places a gentle hand on his arm. "Let them work, Bradley."
He stops fighting and deflates into the man behind him. He feels the adrenaline start to fade and hot tears prick at his eyes. He scrubs his hands over his face trying to compose himself as a paramedic walks up to him.
"She's stable, but were transporting her to the hospital to check for head trauma and internal injuries. Do one of you want to ride in the back with her?" Bradley immediately steps forward and the paramedic nods, leading him to the ambulance.
He climbs in and takes your hand. You look significantly better with a bandage on your head and a woman is working on disinfecting your cuts. You look over at him the best you can with the neck brace and within seconds tears are rolling off your face. He leans forward and kisses your forehead. "It's okay, baby. You're okay."
You look up at him and his heart shatters at the fear in your eyes. "I'm so sorry about the bronco, Bradley. I promise I'll pay for whatever damage if it can even be fixed." He shakes his head in disbelief and grasps both of your hands In his.
'Listen to me. I don't give two fucks about that right now. All I care about is you being okay. I'll deal with all that later." You blink and another tear cascades down your cheek. "But it means so much to you."
Bradley closes his eyes and a tear slips out. He leans down to rest his head on top of your interlocked hands and takes a shaky breath. "Nothing in this world means more to me than you. A car can be replaced, you can't. Sure I'm devastated, but not nearly as devastated as I would be if something had happened to you."
Truthfully Bradley doesn't know if he could ever get behind the wheel of his bronco again, even if it is salvageable. Anytime he goes to drive it, he'll only be able to picture you stuck behind the wheel covered in blood and glass.
It's silent for a few minutes and before you know it, you're being admitted to the hospital. Jake and Nat arrive with the ambulance and join Bradley in the waiting room. The staff whisks you away immediately to do some scans and all they can do is wait.
After what seemed like days but in reality, was only an hour and a half, a doctor comes out and calls your name. The three of them shoot up and race forward. "How is she?" The doctor glances at the chart to confirm and then looks back up at your boyfriend.
"She's just fine. She has a cut on her head that required a few stitches and some scrapes and bruises, but nothing severe. All of her scans came back clear. She does have a mild concussion, the nurse will explain how to proceed with that."
Bradley feels a rush of relief followed by a sob clawing up his throat. He didn't realize just how terrified he was. He runs a hand down his face and nods. "Thank you. Can I see her?" The man nods and tells him a room number before walking away.
Bradley all but sprints to your room and almost collapses when he can see that you're really okay with his own two eyes. You're sitting up on the side of the bed talking to a nurse when your eyes land on him. You give him a bright smile and he feels his heart flutter. Even in blood-stained clothes, you manage to steal his breath.
He lurches forward and hugs you before pulling back and giving you a gentle yet desperate kiss. It's filled with all of the emotion he's been reeling in since you called him and you taste salty wetness. You pull back and reach up to wipe his tears before kissing the corners of his eyes.
"Everything is okay. I'm okay. They're finishing up the paperwork and then you can take me home." Bradley doesn't say anything, he just nods in understanding.
An hour later, you're in Jake's truck on the way home. Bradley sits in the backseat with you, absentmindedly rubbing circles on your inner thigh. Once you're home he helps you inside, and you both wave goodbye to Jake and Nat.
You make your way over to the couch and plop down with a sigh. "Can we cuddle and watch movies?" You ask with a small pout and Bradley leans down to kiss your head.
"Of course. Let me go pop some popcorn while you find something to put on." You nod and smile. "We both know we're watching Legally Blonde, babe." The pilot laughs and shakes his head, trying to pretend he doesn't love that movie as much as you do. "You and your chick flicks."
An hour later, you're curled up in his arms snoring softly. He looks down at you and takes in your features. He commits your face to memory, noting how peaceful you look. He doesn't bother disturbing you, instead laying his head back and closing his eyes as well. Today scared the shit out of him, but as long as you're here in his arms he knows you're safe and sound.
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hello! may i request a kiss with carlos because they’re running out of time (maybe after a crash and he’s being rushed off to the medical center and you just want to let him know it’ll all be okay) with a happy ending 🥹
a/n: thanks for the req anon, really enjoyed writing this one. ofc a bit of a heavy read so beware with the tw !
tw: car accident/crash, mentions of injury, death, panic attacks
“where is she?” the words are hard to say as pain flares through his chest. his vision is blurry, spots of black appearing as he tries his best to push himself up with his arm.
the attempt is weak and he bites the inside of his cheek to swallow down the pained cry he wants to let out. despite it, all he can think about is you, so he forces himself up anyways, ignoring the pleas of the paramedics to take it easy.
he doesn’t know what’s going on, what happened within the last minutes that got him into the situation. all he knows is that every single part of his body hurts and he has never been this scared in his entire life.
i think he’s bleeding internally. we need to take him now. the voices are hushed but he hears them anyways and panic begins to settle in, what happened?
“no, no, no,” he says, feeling his chest grow tighter. through his blurry vision he sees his father who is talking to one of the people next to him who helps him back on his back. he hisses at the shift, sees the sky move as he begins to get wheeled on the stretcher. “i need to see her- please. i need her here.” he doesn’t realise he’s crying, not until he tastes the saltiness in his mouth. he takes a few broken breaths, gasping as he tries his best to calm himself down.
everything hurts,
he can hear the sound of the sirens grow louder, drowning out the paramedics instructions to deepen his breaths. everything is somehow too much and the black spots are appearing once again, sharp edged and bigger than last time.
he hears his name being called out, hears yells from afar but they’re a blur, echoing in a far universe that he feels himself slowly slipping away from.
the gentle touch on his cheeks is what brings him back to orbit. his eyes go wide, and your gaze instantly meet his. your thumbs gently go over his cheeks, wiping away at his tears.
“I’m here, i’m here,” you’re breathless, face red with puffed up eyes. despite the shakiness of your voice he finds steadiness in it as you continue to reassure him. his hand goes to hold your wrist, his thumb going over your skin. take a deep breath carlos. you murmur, slowly guiding his breathing with your own.
it doesn’t stop hurting but he does it anyways, squeezes at your wrist as a ‘thank you’.
we really need to go. the paramedic says again and he sees you nod, his grip on your wrist tightens, eyes slightly widening again. he doesn’t want to go, doesn’t know what will happen when you leave him.
“hey, i will see you in a bit.” you say, reassuring carlos’ father in the process that it’s okay. the ambulance was full and they needed the space to take care of carlos.
“no, i don’t want to leave you” he speaks up, voice pained. he continues to hold on, ignoring the rush from the paramedics. he wants to stay here longer, scared if this was the last moment with you it would be cut short.
you wipe at his cheek again, ground him as you come closer. he sees you clearly now, can feel the tickle of your hair as you lean down to kiss his forehead.
“i love you carlos, i promise i will see you later.” you whisper, pressing your lips to his. he savors the moment, lets himself remember the shape of your lips. he wants the moment to last longer but he feels you begin to pull away slowly, snaking his grip out of your wrist with your hand.
he lets out a breath when he leans back, watches you take a step back as the paramedics lift him onto the ambulance.
he’s scared, terrified even, but he can still feel the ghost of your lips on his and the promise you had given him seconds ago. for the years you have been together not once have you broken a promise.
and hours later when he wakes up after his surgery to find you curled up and asleep on the hospital room’s couch, he knows he wants to promise you forever.
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┌─ “ ! „ PSYCHO KILLER
tw slasher!mattsun, final girl!reader, noncon, coercion, size kink, cevix fucking, fear play, blood play, cutting/marking, he uses a knife on reader, degradation, spanking, manhandling, forced cheating, murder mentions, mattsun's giant cock
wordcount. 5.6k
a/n. another commission from an anonymous amazing person so make sure to say thank youuu to them!!! this time we got matTSUnnnn and omg this was such a blast to write anD AAHHH i hope you enjoy it and that it fuels your slasher fucker urge a little bit, thank you so so much for commissioning me again and hERe she is!!
You never really thought much about mortality, before. But the flashing lights reflected on the brick walls, red blue, red blue, red blue, and the wailing of the sirens, paint a haunting picture. One that even someone positive, bright-eyed and preppy like you feels down to the bone. You have the displeasure of standing with wide eyes, hands stiff and shaky from the evening chill, as the armed men move people out of the way and the person from the alley towards the ambulance; and though you’re across the street— you can tell.
The way onlookers cover their mouths and gasp and try to unsee as the stretcher passes by them doesn’t paint a promising picture. Your spine feels all flimsy the longer you stand, one hand wrapped frozen around your bag of groceries, apartment only a few blocks away. It’s in the way the senior police officer glances around the blocked off street and tells a passer-by to hurry home or to move along, and the yellow tape keeping the alleyway separate as it trembles rapidly and noisily in the wind. You take a deep breath against the sudden chill that travels all the way down your body, and pick your heels up to walk back.
Back down the opposite way and to the blue lit 24h corner store you left mere minutes ago. The melody of the store chime is comforting, and you speed walk all the way down the aisle back to the register. The charming, delicate features of the young man across from you light up when he properly looks up, and he tilts his head much like a curious animal- one brow raising. “Babe? You’re back?”
“I’m waiting out your shift here,” you softly declare, sneaking back behind the counter where you usually dare steal a few kisses, and dragging out a shitty, plastic chair to rest your head to his hip as he blinks down at you in confusion. Eventually though, Haru just nods, his honey brown hair falling a little further over his brows when he leans down to brush his hand over your head.
“Okay. You alright?” You nod, and he doesn’t ask more— and eventually you two fall back into conversation, only stopping every so often to serve the scarce customer. When you two walk back home in the early hours of the morning, the people have gone, but the yellow tape still stings as you pass the quiet street.
+
The apartment smells of the cheapest of Chinese takeout when you drag yourself back inside late from work. Your boyfriend just barely peeks his head around the corner to come give you a kiss, gentle as he is, and slides back into his spot behind the stove. “Food’s here, and I’m just making some extra eggs for mine, because I gotta leave in half an hour.” The routine ramble is nice, you suppose, finding a smile on your face by the time you make it into the kitchen with him to wrap your arms around his back, and he hums. “Oh, one of your friends swung by, so I let him in a little bit ago- I left him on the couch.”
Haru’s hands are quick to pull you back when you let go, for just a second, as he leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and one to your nose. “Missed you.”
“Missed you too. I’m gonna go see who needs me- real quick,” you smile, “and then we eat together?”
“Mhm, perfect.”
The door out of the small kitchen leads into the main room, and you look around as you swing your bag over one of the chairs- but find the space strangely vacant. Though a small pout comes to your lips, you just walk along, passing by the desk with stacks of books and lecture notes, to pull open the door to your bedroom. Your house simply isn’t big enough to lose anyone even if you wanted to. The bedroom lights are off, as you step inside, toes curling instinctively into the carpet; before finally clearing your voice. “Hello?”
At the very moment you turn, the tiny door to the bathroom swings open and a tall shape clad in all black steps out— and you jerk with a loud gasp, only to start laughing when your hands meet his chest and you glance up properly. Matsukawa’s dark eyebrows are furrowed in surprise as he finishes drying off his hands, before he gives you a ‘what gives’ sort of look. “You scared me,” you chuckle, as you lean in to give him a hug. “It’s been a while, how are you? And why’d you swing by?” The way he manages to move his arm over your head without having to change positions to throw the paper towel into the trash isn’t lost on you.
“Can’t a guy come see his favorite ethics tutor on a tuesday?” The familiar deep rumble of his voice fills the room, and you make room to trail back to the couch.
“Well, considering I dropped out,” your voice is a little softer when you take a seat in the squeaky chair, “I’d say that it’s probably a waste of your time. But I guess I’m pretty glad to see you again.”
Mattsun plops down on the couch facing you with a little sigh, before that same self assured smile you’ve always known him to have returns. “Don’t make me feel too special, teach.”
“I’m younger than you! It’s not my fault you took ethics again and needed my help.” The banter is nice, reminds you about the hours and hours spent in the library that always grew too rowdy for a study session. Mattsun’s a good friend. A better one than you are, maybe. His long legs stretch out to the coffee table, before he nods.
“This is a nice place. Cozy.” The compliment makes you feel all warm inside. Despite everything, despite the struggles you and Haru have to deal with, the money, the debt- it’s nice to hear someone appreciate it. Even if that someone is the most well accomplished out of your late friend group. “And the boyfriend seems pretty fucking smitten too.” His dark eyes find your face when you smile wider, lacing his hands together over his knee. “Nothing to add? Come on, I missed you so~ much. I haven’t even seen you properly for the last 4 months. Talk to me. You normally don’t hesitate to run your mouth.” He chuckles when you put on a faux-pout.
“Fine, fine, hang on!” you beam after a second of thinking, and roll your eyes. “Let me make a pot of coffee. You jerk.”
“You love it.”
+
You aren’t the most observant of people, but you swear… you’re losing more shit than normal. Some of the stuffies that were proudly displayed on the shelves are gone, and you can’t find some of your panties no matter how hard you look. And while the small closet in the bedroom is more mess than order, now you can’t even find most of your old photo albums, and some keepsakes from highschool and uni. But with your boyfriend catching his sleep when you leave for work, and you returning late- no one has time to go looking for clothing that’s grown legs, let alone do a thorough clean. So you brush it aside, and move on without your favorite pair of lacy baby blue panties.
It’s only when your boyfriend’s watching the news on his laptop one day, that it tickles something in the back of your brain. As you stuff another bite of pasta into your face, your hands still on top of the unfolded laundry.
A feminine voice flies over the topics at breakneck speed, as the honey brunet suddenly turns up the volume a little and stops eating. “Yesterday, another casualty in a devastating string of murders was found. Passerby’s found the body walking by an alley in Miyagi prefecture at around 9pm. The victim has now been identified to be Kawada Eiko, the 25 year old nurse that was reported missing a few days ago. Strangulation or suffocation are the two current debated causes of death, authorities say. She might have been the unfortunate victim of a lover’s spat, as she was found with blue panties constricting her airways. More about this at 6.”
“Turn that down,” you quickly breathe, and Haru turns over his shoulder with concern in his eyes.
“Oh, sorry. ‘S a bit grim for lunch…” He simply gives you an understanding look, before suddenly turning to knock his knees with yours. “How about you pick something to watch? Here.” His hands reach out to pull you a little closer, and cradle you against his chest. It’s sweet. He always is. And though you nuzzle into his touch, the story doesn’t want to leave your brain. There it is again. That faint flicker of mortality staring you in the face.
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The stern face of the police officer- burly, heavy mustache and old- is exactly how you imagine it’d be, made very clear by the dead-like tone and eyes as he gives you an up and down. “This your house?”
“R-rented, yes,” you’re in the pajama-est of clothes from when you pulled open the door, “of me and my boyfriend.” The officer gives a tiny nod to the other two men behind him, and pulls out his badge to present it to you. It’s too early for your brain to function properly, but you still swallow at the sudden severity of the situation. “What’s- the issue, officer?” Your voice sounds even mousier when his eyes narrow in on the scene behind him, and your measly apartment feels even more inferior than usual.
“Sasaki Haru’s been arrested and is currently being questioned for multiple accounts of aggravated assault and first-degree murder. And we have to search the property, young lady.”
You stop breathing.
Murder.
Your head thumps, and you feel a flare of heat bite at your neck, clutching the door handle a little tighter.
Murder, he said. Haru… arrested for murder.
“We’ll have to take you in for questioning as well. Why don’t you walk towards the car and have my colleague escort you—” You focus as hard as you can on the words that are thrown at you, but really, nothing hits. There’s a blanket of static over everything in your vision. You might puke.
+
“Hey, breathe out. You’re turning blue,” Mattsun’s deep voice washes over you like a wave as you clamp the phone to your chest and try your best to relax a little, a warm, heavy hand softly stroking the area between your shoulders. It’d been a total coincidence that he’d called just as you were done with the hours of terrifying questioning, but as soon as you’d sniffled out that Haru had been arrested, he took time off to come over. Here you are now, hovering between sleep and frightened awareness in the painful, sticky seats of one of the dead waiting halls.
And though you’re glad someone’s here for you, because Haru’s parents haven’t even called yet— you’re also a little too wired up to appreciate the sarcasm and jokey attitude. After another few minutes of nervously fiddling with your phone and staring through the small window at the other doors, Mattsun clears his voice. “So… murder, huh.” His dark eyes are intense as they flutter over your face, eyebrows straightened. “Do you think he did it?”
You find yourself glaring, even though you can’t say why. “No, of course not. He’d never. He’s… he’s so gentle—”
“They’re saying there’s evidence, y’know.” You know that. It makes you want to rip out your hair and sob, because they showed you the proof. The dna, a kitchen knife out of your drawers, traces of the perfume you always, always wear— but you can’t shake the feeling that only if you could talk to Haru, if you could see him, ask… Your intuition tells you he didn’t do it. Couldn’t have. And they’re wrong, they have to be wrong. You would’ve known if you’d been living with a murderer. You would’ve. You just have to wait for an alibi to show it.
“He didn’t do it, Issei,” you softly end up repeating, and Mattsun’s eyes basically roll themselves as he looks away. “I’m telling you, I know him, and he didn’t do it.”
“Maybe- you just don’t know people as well as you think you do, teach,” the brunet places his elbows on his knees, covering his mouth as he leans in as glances over at you. “You’re wonderful, ‘n smart, and kind. But you’re also naïve, baby…” The last word falls deeper, and drags a cold shiver up your spine that only gets more intense when he doesn’t laugh it off, or look away. Luckily though, the door to the waiting room is pushed open that very moment, and a tired looking woman taps her clipboard.
“You can go home for now. Get some rest. And please stay available so that if we need you to return-”
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” you start, and wring your sweaty hands together a few times, “what about Haru?”
Her sharp eyes soften a little when finding your face. “He’ll have to stay until they’re done with the investigation. It might be another couple hours, or days. He can’t see anyone until then.” Your dejection must show, because she sighs. “Head home, child. Try to sleep some. You’ll be okay.” You barely manage to have enough energy to get out of the chair, letting Mattsun take your hand and rub a few comforting circles into it with his thumb. And then you’re walking home as he holds the umbrella high above your heads, and that cold only worsens. You don’t feel okay.
It just doesn’t make any sense.
“How about my place instead of yours?” Issei’s more reserved when he asks, laying an arm over your shoulders to pull you into his side a little. “Doubt you wanna hang out there now that the cops have gone through it all.” It doesn’t matter, really, so you nod- let him walk along the crosswalk and steer you down the familiar streets in silence for a while. It really doesn’t make any sense. Haru’s been at work all evenings that the murders happened, there’s security cameras to prove it. And killing someone in broad daylight, alley or not— it doesn’t line up.
Issei squeezes your hand in his when the silence continues, and you briefly look up at him to give him a little smile that doesn’t feel like it reaches. “Sorry I’m so quiet. I’m just…”
“Lost in thought, I get it.” He hums, before pointing at the long line of buildings. “It’s just along there, we’re almost inside. Then we can talk about it, or you can take a load off, or whatever.” The short chuckle is meant to disperse the tension, you know that, but even the tall brunet seems on edge. You’re still holding his hand, and you find yourself blinking at it in quiet confusion. But the thoughts are louder than logic right now. And if Haru didn’t do it, which you will yourself to believe with all your heart —you have no choice but to— how the hell did stuff out of your house get to the scene of the crime. You never lended anyone that knife, and definitely not the even more private stuff—
Issei leads you through the gates into the courtyard of the apartment, then to the door, into the dim staircase all the while softly humming. And you don’t know why your heart sinks as you climb the stairs with him in tow, because the building smells nice, and the walk to the door is clean and high-class. “Tch, you really are,” his low voice barely reaches, and you raise a brow. “Naïve that is.” The humming goes into a soft laugh when you turn to look at him, and the tall man smiles down at you. But though he’s smiling, the hairs on your neck go to stand on end, shoulders squaring. The vivid, unnatural sort of intensity in his eyes rolls your stomach.
And you go to pull your hand out of his, only for Issei to resist the pull harder. “Shh, calm down. I got you, don’t I? Don’t tell me I scare you.” He does, though. “Come on, princess, we’re friends. And friends are there for friends when they need each other. Now you're poor boyfriend's gone.” Your mouth corners turn down into a half pout, half open in confusion. And you don’t know why, you never felt unsafe with him before— but every fiber in your body is screaming at you to run. You want to. But your body refuses to budge, let alone turn your back on him. Issei’s always been a very tall guy. Tall, but wired with athletic muscles from the years of sports, and strong, and fast— and all of these things never scared you.
But they do now. The shivers that roll down your spine are almost painful as you stare up at him and that happy-go-lucky grin still stays on. The corners of your eyes sting when you try again to pull away, to no avail, and Issei’s long legs pull you towards the door of his fancy apartment anyway.
“Issei, let go.” Your voice breaks, and tears creep up in your eyes and your shaky whimper. “This isn’t funny, let me go.”
“Nah ah, I got something to show you.” His casual sing-song response almost makes you angry. But you can’t be when you’re too busy fighting off a full-body panic and planting your heels into the tiled floor. “I got something to show you,” he repeats, glancing over his shoulder again. “Y’see, because I really like you. You make me feel all- hm- good inside.” His curly hair bounces with each step towards the door, before he repositions his grip to hold around your wrist when your sweaty hand almost manages to slip out. “But then you went and got a boyfriend, and disappeared on me.”
He fiddles with the keys for a second as you use your other hand and try to pry your fingers into his painfully tight hold, and frowns. “And I- stop struggling- I don’t blame you. I mean- it’s not like I can even explain this little earworm I’ve got. About how you and I just fit together. I should know better, right?” He’s rambling so fast, and the door manages to be swung open, and you bite back a sob. You want to scream. You want to scream, call out for help, do something other than get pulled in further and further, but it doesn’t work. Your body refuses. Your head’s blank. “I know I should know better. Yet here we are.”
He pulls with his entire body to get you over the doorstep, and grabs your face between his hands to aim it up to his, squishing your cheeks until your lips are a puckered pout. And his deep voice goes low as he whispers. “You didn’t like my little stunt with the panties?”
It short circuits you. Before you get to think about it, you knee him right in the dick with all your might, and push at his face until he jerks back— turning and sprinting back towards the door. But his reach is longer, and he tackles your feet, sending you straight onto your belly with a loud, unforgiving thump as your head knocks against one of the book cases, and his large hands wrap around your ankles. He pulls you back a few feet across the floor, and though you try to kick at him, he’s quick to get above you and restrain you.
”Help!” you squeak, voice more air than actual sound. “Help me!” Issei grabs you by your neck and kicks the door closed with his long legs, before going to sit on top of your back and squeezing the air out of your lungs.
“Awww, fuck, babe,” he groans for a long breath, before grabbing your head and pushing it down into the cold floor as if in punishment. The loud knock of your skull against the floor is enough to force your thoughts out of you. “That really hurts, fuck.” Then he shifts, one hard knee in the middle of your back. You can barely breathe, and the little bit of air you do get is obstructed by the tears blurring your vision. “Little kitty’s got claws, huh.”
“Issei,” you start to whimper through your hickuppy breaths when his palm slides down your neck and under the edge of your shirt, “please let me go. We’re friends. We’re friends, right? So let me go home, and I won’t tell anyone.I swear, I won’t- wo- please, please, ‘ssei.”
“Tch, don’t go begging on me yet, baby. I’ve hardly even started.” His large hands roam around your skin for a moment, before he rolls you over like you’re a ragdoll, and grabs your face again as he bends down until your noses are touching. Him, overtop of you, his free hand training down the surface of your thigh through your sweatpants.
His dark eyes glitter in the low light, animated and joyful despite the way you’re trying to calm your wheezes. Which doesn’t really help. The harder you try, the less air you manage to use— Mattsun’s heavy palm sliding to your throat to squeeze the tender skin there. “Hey, guess what.” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, before he starts picking anxiously at the stretchy band of your pants, sliding two fingers under it. “you turn me on so much it makes me want to fuck you until you’re raw. But you might’ve guessed that already, right?” There’s a low chuckle, while you’re sniveling under him with wet cheeks and a hot face, before he starts tugging your pants down your thighs.
You cross your arms over your face, and Issei laughs a little harder. “Aww, don’t cry. I know what you’re thinking, all the murdering and stuff, the blood, the choking, cutting open— it’s a lot. But luckily for you… all of that isn’t going to happen to you. Look, here-” he mumbles, pulling your arms away from in front of your eyes to force your smaller hand back in his, linking pinkies, “promise. They weren’t you, so I had to get rid of them sooner rather than later.”
By the time he finishes talking, you’re shivering without your pants, on his cold floor and tears all over your face- and for a moment Issei looks like the guy you knew when he pouts down at you. But then he licks his lips, and the relief is gone. “And you get I can’t let you go after this. So it’ll be easier for both of us if you play along.”
Then he gives you a once over like you’re a slab of meat, and hums, whispering under his breath. “I like when they play along.” It makes you cry harder, but barely any noise manages to come out, staring resolutely at the ceiling as soon as his hand lets your chin go to trail his fingertips along your tits. “So fucking pretty, baby.” The lilt of barely veiled excitement in his voice makes you want to sink into the floor, to just stop breathing altogether. You trusted him implicitly, and- though your skin is covered in goosebumps, it barely sets in that Issei was the one who—
You remember the disemboweled girl on the stretcher, the yellow tape. And bile rises in your throat, so you have to put a hand over your mouth not to throw up. Oh god, you’re… You’re cold on the floor, your tits being gently squeezed by Mattsun’s large, rough hands through your shirt as you try to make your mind go anywhere else, to no avail. Suddenly he gets up on his knees to slide his arms under you, and you start struggling against him enough to make him glare down at you. “Don’t be a brat. If you want me to-”
“Let me go, Issei! Let go, let go!” You’re squished to his chest, but you manage to smack him across the face and get a little bit of wiggle room, and he lets out a low rumble of displeasure, before dragging you further into the house and tossing you down onto the bed. It’s even darker here, smelling faintly of spices and men’s shampoo- but that isn’t what frightens you. It’s the heavy duty cuffs dangling from the metal bedposts, and the way Mattsun grabs a fistful of your hair to yank your head back into the bed.
“Don’t move. Unless you want me to get mad.” The painful tug makes you whimper, but you find yourself trying to slide out the other side of the bed as he bends to search through one of the bedside tables. Your legs are going a bit numb, toes tingly as you dare brush your feet along the floor and make a run for it. Of course, you have to round the bed, and he doesn’t have much of a hard time grabbing the back of your shirt. With one stern move, he swings you over his shoulder, large hand palm landing so hard onto the soft skin of your ass it makes you gasp and tear up. The touch pulses and aches as he slaps the same spot again, and now you’re crying- this time from the stinging of your skin as he tosses you down and forces your hand into sharp, cold handcuff.
His slight frown and the stern look he gives you make your body freeze up, but then he leans in. “You’re a dumb little baby, hm? You don’t get it?” His eyes are wide, pupils dark and blown all the way out to take up almost his entire iris. His hand appears from behind his back with something that glimmers in the low light, and is sharp as he pushes it to your cheek. “Not gonna play along?” The knife’s cold edge next to your ear makes you entirely wooden, staring up at him with shallow breaths and your lips trembling. As he peeks out his tongue, the knife digs deeper and breaks skin on your cheekbone.
And it hurts, clenching your teeth hard as tears spill over, it really fucking hurts. Burns, instantly making the skin feel taut and pounding and irritated. You gasp again, grabbing at his arm with a pitiful cry. “No, no, stop. Stop, please. I’ll play along,” you plead, voice hoarse as you clamp your hand around his wrist. The hot, searing feeling on your cheek and the way you feel blood run along your face and ear takes away all other rational thought. It hurts. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. You want it to stop. “Please. Please, ‘Ssei, please.” The knife’s edge tingles as it leaves your wound, but the pain doesn’t go away, and you can’t help but sob. “Mattsun~”
However pathetic you must look, Matsukawa clearly doesn’t care. Because he groans, before leaning in to press his tongue to your wound, and then kissing you. And the coppery taste makes him moan into your mouth, while you try to turn your head away instinctively. His tongue forces open your mouth and melts with yours, sloppily claiming your mouth with a soft hum, heavy, large body coming to cover yours. He’s everywhere, as he grinds his hips into your panty-clad center and licks your mixed spit off his lips when he pulls back, throwing his head back.
You’re feeling a bit lightheaded, one cheek pounding painfully as you stare at him, and your one arm slowly but surely going numb from the uncomfortable position. But as you’re looking at him, he quickly rids himself of his shirt, and scoots you up the bed a little to drape your legs over his thighs. Even in the half-dark room, you can see them. The scars on his shoulders, his chest, ugly lines that healed over sloppily— proof that someone dug some nails of a key so sharp into him. Fought, and lost. It only makes you take a deep breath that makes a pinched, little noise. And Mattsun grins, rubbing his one hand along the skin.
“They were never close enough to you, y’know? Always something missing.” His one hand goes back to your chest, playing with your pebbled nipples through the fabric, before the knife returns and he drags it across your chest this time, pressing hard enough to cut your shirt and also the thin skin of your breast bone. “Oops, sorry.” The thin line of dots of blood that beads up has him bending to run his tongue along the little wound again, before ripping the rest of your shirt apart and sucking your tits into his mouth too. The warm mouth paired with the painful stinging and aching of your body has your stomach flipping and your mind blank.
Your free hand runs along his head to grab his curls in support, and his moans before biting one of your nipples. Then he pulls back to slap your tits around a bit, and running his thumb over the wound. Seeing the red before he slips it into his mouth is enough to have you squeezing your eyes shut, trying to block everything out. And Issei chuckles. “Aw, scaring my little baby, am I?” The sound of his zipper and the shuffling of fabric lasts for a few seconds. Your heartbeat is so fucking loud, and the stinging is loud, and his voice is loud, and everything is so fuzzy. You open your eyes again, only to find that same disturbing look in Issei’s eyes as he rubs his thumb over the slit of his cock, spreading all the precum around.
There’s a lot, you notice, and also that his heavy, flushed cock is big. Really big, too big, making your breathing even more rapid. It’ll hurt. It’ll hurt, it’ll hurt, it’ll hurt— your mind blanks when he starts peeling off your panties and manhandles your legs around however he wants, before the thick head of his cock is lined up to your too-dry pussy. There’s some wetness there, but not enough. You tear up more, because of the hurt, the pain, the fear, your lungs aching and everything else- and shiver when Issei talks again.
His voice is low enough to shake your bones. “You’ll have to fit me, okay? Okay?” His sing-song teasing has you nodding your head, and he puts on a cheshire-like grin again. “Because when they didn’t, I had to cut them open to make room-” he points the knife into your lower stomach then, point stinging as soon as it touches and digs into your soft belly, “-and I don’t want to cut up my favorite girl.” His thumb rubs lazy circles into the top of your slit, brushing your clit, before he spits on it.
Then he lines up, and starts pushing into your tight, clenched pussy without giving you a second to prepare, placing both hands next to your head and pushing himself into you while each inch fills you up more and more. It’s such a painfully tight fit your legs shake as he pushes you all the way full, and keeps pushing. “Aw, aw, aw, Issei- hurts, that hurts-”
“Uhuh,” he just nods, and kisses you again, smiling into the kiss and pulling back to watch you tear up. He moves one leg to push against your chest, and starts grinding his cock even deeper, pushing you open too much, and you cry— only to make him pull back and do it again, groaning. “Ah, fuck, princess. Fuck-ing- godly pussy, agh.” His huge dick pounds against your cervix every time he pulls back and bottoms out, bulging your stomach in a way that hurts even despite the pleasure. But his body slamming against your pussy each time does feel good, as much as you hate to admit it. It sends tingles down your spine that makes you forget about the hurt you’re feeling. “Tell me it feels good, hm?”
He leans into kiss you again, before turning your face to the side to rub his finger along the bloody mess on your cheek and make it hurt again. “Tell Mattsun senpai that his cock’s your favorite. And I’ll make you come so hard you go cross-eyed.” The pounding of the sticky, warm blood and the skin that aches, the way he fills you, makes you feel it all the way in your throat, how loud your heartbeat is in your head and how your lungs fill only with shallow half-breaths, has you crying out long and hard, squeezing your fingers into his bicep.
“Mattsun senpai~ cock-ahg- hick- my favorite.” You’re not sure you recognize the way your voice sounds as you say it, getting your mouth full of his tongue again as you choke on it and the way he forces his cock through your cervix. Hurts, hurts, feels so good it aches. You can’t tell up from down when his fingers return between your bodies, and he jackhammers his fat cock through you.
“I know, baby. I know. S’all for you now. All yours.”
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Accident • Matt Sturniolo
pairing: matt/reader
summary: a cute date night with matt takes a sudden turn.
tw: car accident, mention of blood/injuries, medical setting
Matt and I were having a lovely night. It started out with him taking me to our favorite local diner for dinner, and now we were just driving around, enjoying our time together.
We’re currently sat at a red light, just listening to hotel ugly play softly from the speakers, when the light turns green. As we begin to drive, to my horror I see a set of headlights coming at us that aren’t slowing down.
“Matt, look out!” is all I can get out before the car hits ours. We feel the impact immediately, my eyes clenched shut in fear as we’re jostled around as our car is moved by the force. I hear glass breaking and metal crunching, and feel something sharp hit my left cheek, which now feels warm and wet. Our tires squeal as they slide on the pavement, before the car hits the guard rail on the side of the road, grinding against it until we stop.
The silence I hear now is an eerie contrast to all the thunderous noises I had just heard. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding as I slowly open my eyes. I survey my body quickly. My legs and arms are fine, protected by my thick hoodie and sweats. There’s shards of glass that litter my clothes. My shoulder and back feel tight and sore from the seat belt and hitting my seat, but I think I’m okay. I turn to Matt to check on him.
His eyes are shut, head slumped down to the side. There’s a gash above his eyebrow, bleeding down his face. I quickly put my hand on his neck, breathing out a sigh of relief when I feel his pulse, strong and steady.
“Matt? Baby?” I call, shaking his shoulder gently. He doesn’t respond, which worries me.
I wince as I reach down and unbuckle my seat belt so I can turn my body easier to face him. Suddenly, an older woman appears outside of the car, standing next to Matt’s busted out window.
“I saw the accident, sweetie. My husband is standing with the guy who hit you both, he’s calling 911. Are you guys okay?” She asks, looking worried.
“No, my boyfriend isn’t waking up, he hit his head on the window I think,” I tell the woman with my voice quivering, scared but thankful I’m not dealing with this alone. As I finish my sentence, I hear sirens in the background.
The next minutes are a blur of officers and first responders checking me and Matt and asking questions about what took place. I quickly learn it was a drunk driver who hit us, who is already in custody on the way to the hospital for their own injuries. They get me out of the car first, having the pry my door open because it had been smashed in from hitting the guard rail.
A paramedic sits me on back of an ambulance truck, quickly checking me over and bandaging up the small cut on my cheek. As he warns me that I may be sore from getting jostled around in the accident, I watch with tears in my eyes as other paramedics surround Matt’s side of the car.
They put a c-collar on Matt before moving him very carefully onto a stretcher. He’s still out cold, which worries me.
“Can I go in the same ambulance as him, please?” I ask the paramedic helping me.
“Who is he to you?” he asks.
“He’s my boyfriend, please I don’t want him to be alone,” I beg.
The paramedic nods and goes to speak to one of the officers. After a moment of them conversing, the paramedic sends me a smile and motions for me to get into the ambulance they’re loading Matt into.
I sit on the bench next to the paramedic who is hooking Matt up to some monitors and an IV, pulling out my phone to make a call I’m dreading.
I quickly find Nicks contact, hitting call before bringing my phone up to my ear. It rings twice before I hear him pick up.
“Hey! Are you guys on your way home yet? Can you have-“ Nick rambles but I cut him off.
“Nick, is Chris with you?” I ask him, voice shaking.
“Yeah, he’s right next to me, why?” Nick asks confused.
“Put me on speaker and both of you sit down please,” I tell him. I feel my hands sweating from nerves and anxiety. I hate this. I’m so worried about Matt I feel like I can’t breathe.
“Okay…” Nick says, and I hear rustling on the end of the line.
“Whoa, what’s this all about?” I hear Chris ask.
“Listen, guys, Matt and I were hit by a drunk driver,” I begin.
“What?!” They both exclaim in shock.
“Yeah, we’re headed to the hospital now,” I tell them both.
“Are you guys okay?” chris asks, the question bringing tears to my eyes.
“I am, Matt’s been knocked out since the accident, so I don’t know,” I cry.
“O-okay, listen I’ll call Laura, we’ll meet you at the hospital, okay?” Nick stutters out, his voice choked with emotion.
“Okay, I love you both,” I tell them, sniffling.
“We love you,” they chorus, before hanging up.
The ambulance ride is fast, over before I can even process it. Matt is quickly wheeled back for scans and assessments while a kind nurse leads me to the waiting room. I take a seat, letting my head fall to my hands as I cry once more. I’m so worried about Matt. He’s my everything, I don’t want him to be seriously hurt. I’m praying to any god that will listen that nothing extreme or dangerous is wrong.
I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the sound of a group of people coming in. I look up to see Chris and Nick quickly walking towards me, their eyes and cheeks are red from crying. I stand as they both pull me into a group hug with them both. As we hug, I look over their shoulders and through my tears I see Madi and Laura there too, looking just as distraught. I hold my arm out to both of them, inviting them to join in our hug.
All five of us embrace for a moment, finding comfort and support in each other.
“Sturniolo family?” A doctor calls out from the doorway.
“That’s us,” Nick says.
All of us pull back from the hug, wiping our eyes as we walk to the doctor.
She gives us all a reassuring smile, she seems very kind.
“I’m sorry we kept you all waiting, we just wanted to double check the scans. Matthew is fine, he’s awake now. He has a pretty nasty concussion, a couple stitches on the wound above his eyebrow, and some bruising on clavicle from the seatbelt, but other than that he’s okay. You can all see him if you’d like,” she offers to which we all quickly nod, moving to follow her as she leads us to his room.
We turn the corner into his room and I’m filled with so much relief. There he is, sitting up and smiling at the nurse helping with his IV in his hand, alert and very much alive. Matt turns to see all of us in the doorway, and looks just as relieved.
“Thank god, you’re okay baby,” he says as I walk up to his bedside.
“Im so glad you’re okay, Matt, I was so scared,” I tell him as I lean down to give him a gentle hug. To my surprise, Matt wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me down into his lap on the bed.
“Matt!” I laugh.
“I woke up here without you and I was so afraid, all I could remember was you screaming,” he tells you softly.
“I’m sorry, I’m okay though, just a little bruised up,” I tell him, and he nods, kissing my head before turning to look at his brothers.
They both come up to him and instead of doing their usual handshake or anything they all just immediately hug tightly. If I hear any sniffling from them as I sit next to Matt on the bed, I don’t say anything. Their bond is so strong, and it’s a beautiful thing that I love that Matt has.
Laura and Madi also come over, telling us how happy they are that we’re both okay. A horrific night reminded us all what was most important in life, each other.
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TW: Blood/Head Injury
[Sirens wail as an ambulance rolls in front of Hatchetfield High. The paramedics roll and quickly shuffle the visibly distressed two teens away from the unconscious one laying on the ground. The small bandage that had been placed by their head, now soaked in blood, is quickly replaced with a proper bandage. Cal groans quietly as they are lifted onto a stretcher and placed in the back.
As this is happening, one of the para-medics speaks to the two teens. Both are clearly rattled, although the boy is trying to keep himself together. The girl is trembling, barely able to speak as the para-medic gestures for the boy to follow him to the front of the ambulance.
Pete takes a moment to console Rose before following. The pool of blood ebbs farther along the sidewalk.]
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The Addams Allergy
Pairings: Thornhill x Weems x Reader (platonic)
Word count: 1.7K
Summary: Reader's allergy is a thing of myth, and someone decides to do some myth-busting. This won't end well for anyone.
TW: allergies, anaphylaxis, needles, hospitals, ambulance, difficulty breathing, bullying, attempted manslaughter (fancy legal terms hehe), mentioned heart attacks, physical violence
A/n I have added a link at the end for very simple instructions for how to administer an epipen. Spend like three minutes reading it and save lives. Also please reblog the linked post to help other educate themselves as well.
You suppose it wasn’t too bad being an Addams. But then again you weren’t quite the same as your sister Wednesday. You were more of an interim between Pugsly and Wednesday. You were soft but not squishy, cold but not frigid. You were actually most likely the most seemingly normal of all the Addams’s.
But being Wednesdays twin, you shared many things, a womb (for all of nine tortuous months), black hair, pale skin and your most inconvenient shared trait, an allergy to colour. Luckily though you did not share a dorm. You were roomed with Yoko who was much more palatable than the ball of colour who was Wednesday's ‘roomie’ as the wolf-pup had put it.
Unfortunately, most people were sceptical bordering on disbelieving about the colour allergy. Taking it as another Addams lie. And you being the easier target of the two of you often copped the most teasing. Everyone knew not to mess with Wednesday, but you were slightly easier. You cared more.
Yoko and you were sat in the library studying at the tables down the back when a group of siren boys came in. They had been teasing you a lot as of late and Yoko knew about it, but you begged her to keep quiet, you didn’t want to attract any more attention than you already had.
The boys were quick to spot you down the back and grinned wolfishly beelining straight for you. You let out a soft groan and Yoko looked up.
“If they lay a hand on you, I’ll drain them dry.”
“It's fine Yoko. I’ve got this.”
“The same way you ‘had it’ when you got a black eye i had to help you hide for two weeks?” She asked with a deadset tone. You grumbled a response when you felt your chair being pulled back.
“Hey!” Yoko said, “leave her alone.” She started but one of the boys spoke with his siren song.
“Sit” he commanded, and Yoko found herself no longer in control of her muscles as she sat and watched helplessly.
“So, a birdie told me your allergic to colour?” The main boy said, he was light-skinned with deep rich blue eyes and blonde curls. He looked like the type to be a surfer with the tan he had.
“That would be correct.” You nodded trying to remain calm and mimic your sister's tone.
“Well, how about we check you still have this … so called ‘allergy’” he said in a mocking tone. Pulling something from his pocket, you tried and failed to stop your eyes widening.
Between his thumb and forefinger was probably the most colourful and bright piece of fabric you had ever seen.
Despite the allergy, you hadn’t given any of your friends and epipen for you yet and the only people who had one were the nurses and weems. So, in other words unless Yoko was fast at running because the headmistress's office wasn’t too far, you may be looking at the object that would kill you.
Drawing a shaky breath, you looked the boy in the eyes. “As much as i love attempted murder, this isn’t a good idea.” You said
“Huh? Really?” He mocked “You think your smarter than me, don’t you?” He sneered and you gulped.
“Obviously.” You muttered and the boy scowled. Before you could stop him, he pinned you to the floor and shoved the scrap of fabric in your mouth. Your eyes went wide, and you began to flail and kick wildly trying to get him off.
Yoko was screaming bloody murder which seemed appropriate on more than one front.
After a second the boy rolled off you and stood brushing off his uniform.
“See… lies.” He said as you rolled onto your stomach, propped up on your elbows and spitting out the wet cloth onto the floor.
“Gross.” The boy said.
“You moron, let me go i need to get her epipen.” Yoko screamed and the boy's face morphed into something else for a second.
“Wait is she … actually?” He asked starting to look a little scared.
“Yes, you tool what would she gain from a fake allergy. Now let me go.” Yoko screamed and the boy froze before bolting. Luckily as he grew further away Yoko felt his song fading. She stood running over to you. You were laid on your back gasping as the anaphylaxis began to set in.
“W-weems.” You rasped and then coughed, your throat feeling ridiculously tight. Yoko nodded.
“You’ll be ok Y/n/n. Im going to get weems.” She said and raced out the doors.
Yoko ran the fastest she probably ever had in her immortal life. In a matter of seconds, she was banging hand over fist on the wooden doors before she simply pushed the open wasting no time.
“Ms Tanaka-“ Weems began, she was sat on the couch with Ms Thornhill looking equally startled.
“No time… y/n … epipen…now.” Yoko said between gasps. In a second both teachers were on their feet. Weems hurried over to her desk throwing open the second draw and pulling out the epipen she kept there just for you.
“Where is she?” Weems said with a commanding and scarily calm voice.
“Library.” Yoko replied and the three of them ran to the room of books.
Yoko led the two teachers to the back of the room where you were still gasping. Luckily for them you were already on the floor which made this next part easier.
“Christ.” Weems said, “Marilyn, call an ambulance.” She commanded as she uncapped the giant needle.
The Botany teacher scrambled to find her phone pulling it out and punching in the numbers for the emergency services.
Weems mentally recited the rhyme from when she had to do this for Morticia as a student as she pulled off the blue safety cap.
‘Blue to the sky orange to the mid-outer thigh.’ She thought and in one swift motion she lined it up with your thigh, Yoko having helped her pull down your skirt. She quickly stabbed your outer-mid thigh listening for the click and then counting to three before gently removing it. She gingerly deposited the epipen on the table.
The two teachers sat either-side of you while Yoko sat next to Ms Thornhill on your left. Your breathing began to even out, becoming less and less raspy as the epinephrine began to take effect.
Ms Thornhill was still on the phone with the emergency services who had assured her they were on their way now.
Both teachers and the vampire sat and watched with bated breath as they realised your breathing had stabilised.
After about ten minutes you tried to sit up, but the headmistress placed a hand on your shoulder.
“No. Stay lying down the EMTs will be here soon darling. Then I’ll come with you to the hospital, and they’ll check you out alright?” She said and you nodded and laid back down.
“Can i come too? I need to tell you something.” Yoko said and Weems made a thinking face and then nodded.
“Yes. After all, I do need to know how this happened. The Addams family know their limits and are quite good at avoiding this so any insight you could provide would be helpful.” The principal said and Yoko nodded. After another few minutes of tense silence, the emergency services came in and the paramedics gently lifted you onto a clean white stretcher. You hated the idea but luckily weems made sure nobody saw as you were taken to the ambulance that sat by the nevermore gates. Yoko and Weems joined you in the ambulance and Ms Thornhill waved as you were driven off.
About an hour later you were being held for observation. It was another three hours before they would let you go. You were sat up in a hospital bed with Yoko and weems sat in plastic chairs beside you.
“This feels like one hell of a power imbalance.” You muttered and both of them laughed.
“Well, you did just cheat death.” Yoko teased and you nodded.
“As an Addams it's an expected weekly occurrence. Kind of like a grim ostentatious weekly period.” You grinned always finding ways to relate everything to blood. Yoko groaned dramatically and facepalmed.
“And as the principal of two Addams’s who weekly try and take me with them to then grave, I’d say I’m cheating death myself with the number of heart attacks you and your sister attempt to induce upon my poor heart.” Weems said sounding exasperated.
“It wasn’t y/n/n’s fault though!” Yoko exclaimed and weems raised a brow while you opted to look out the window and avoid eye contact.
“You never did explain how this happened.” Weems said gesturing with a sweeping motion to the bed you were still in.
“Well i guess now’s as good as any and i doubt Ms. I-cheat-death-daily is going to spill.” Yoko said before launching into an explanation starting a few weeks ago when the teasing began. It was safe to say the principal was outraged.
“I will not have students attempting to murder each other.” She huffed with pure unadulterated rage in her eyes burning with fire, rage and brimstone with the likeness of hell itself. The look would have scared Satan into being as straight as a nun.
In a matter of seconds, she drew a deep calming breath, and you were reminded of the saying, the calm before the storm. Then she opened her eyes again and excused herself, walking out into the hallway and pulling out her phone. Not even five minutes after Yoko’s story ended, she was on the phone in the school board arranging his immediate expulsion.
About a half hour later, Weems returned looking flustered but when her eyes settled on you, she deflated slightly and gave a tender smile in your direction. Her eyes locked with yours, scanning for any hints of pain.
She had also texted the anxious botanist who had agreed to come by once you were discharged to drive the odd team home. As well as ordering about a dozen epipens for all your close friends and her office.
Once Weems had decided you were defiantly not in pain, she walked over to your bedside and gently brushed the hair from your eyes.
“It's dealt with darling. Nobody will hurt you now.” She assured and you blushed slightly at the contact, leaning into her hand.
You were safe. Alive. Breathing normally. And safe … again.
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it's all just a burning memory
summary: your unexpected death leaves a huge scar on wednesday
tw: mentions of death
No, no. This can't be happening. Wednesday shook your pale body with so much force that if you were alive you would be thrown to the other side of the grass. Your lifeless, pale eyes could only stare up ahead at the cluster of stars that hung in the blood sky as the raven continued her desperate attempt to resuscitate you, but to no avail.
Mose people crowded around your unconscious body, watching Wednesday Fighting a cold war with the heavens to bring your ass back to life. Bianca and the other sirens tried to achieve the same feat the ravenette was trying to, but they all couldn't accept the fact that you were dead.
"I'm sorry, Addams. They're gone," Bianca swallowed thickly, tears starting to fill her siren eyes. "No. No you're not gone, y/n. If you die, I vow to pull you back from the flames of hell and murder you with my own bare hands," Even Wednesday shuddered in fear, her heart aching from the thought of losing you forever.
If she was given infinite lives, she would choose to spend it all with you by her side.
She was given one life and she spent it with you.
But it wasn't long enough.
Tears fell to the ground one after another. She clutched the fabric of your shirt, not wanting to let go.
But even she had to accept the fact that you were gone.
"Rest, y/n," Bianca shut your eyes, shedding a tear as she did so. The battle with Crackstone was already tiring enough for them, but your death just made it even more devastating for the school.
"Let's go, Wednesday," Enid extended an arm to the grieving raven who tried to hold back her tears but failed. The silence was so deep that the police and ambulance sirens could be heard from miles away.
Back at her dorm, tears streamed down both of the girl's faces as Enid pulled Wednesday into a gentle hug.
The goth girl didn't even bother to pull away, your death was the only thing clouding her thoughts right now. "I'm sorry, Wednesday," Enid sobbed uncontrollably onto her sweater, devastated that you were gone.
Both of them couldn't sleep a wink that night.
Few days ago
"y/n. I saw it in a vision. Crackstone's coming soon, and we need to be prepared, " Wednesday said, walking towards your bed.
"Can we fight alongside each other?" you pleaded, a smile beaming on your face.
"No, cara mia. I can't afford to lose you to a ridiculous fight, " She refused, despite knowing how invested you were in finding about the Hyde.
"But I can't risk losing you either, Wed. You mean everything to me, and I don't know what I'd do without you, " you said, looking at her with scrunched eyebrows.
Wednesday never replied you. On the day of the fight, you had unexpectedly pounced on Crackstone but was gashed by his magic and flung to the corridor walls, completely obliterating it.
"Ad...dams..." you mumbled at the raven who was at death's doors, your face bloodied as you lost consciousness.
Wednesday jolted up from the nightmare, her face plastered in sweat.
If only she was stronger, she could've saved you.
But if you weren't there, she could've been the one dead instead.
She wouldn't have minded at all. The sunshine from her life faded out when you were gone.
And she knew that she would never, ever find someone like you again.
Wednesday headed to the balcony and looked down with no fear, wanting to join you so desperately.
"Hey, Addams, " you suddenly said one night, the raven's attention turning to you.
"I'm somehow gone, or whatever, dead, promise me you won't cry, please. I don't want those fragile tears to ruin your pretty face. Just live on without me, " you said, tucking her hair behind her ear.
Wednesday didn't really take it seriously, but now with your presence gone, she finally understood how it felt.
She glanced at the chair in which she played the cello on, portraying the times you would laugh at how you miserably failed to get the hang of the instrument.
Her gaze shifted to the blanket of stars that resembled your embodiment, wondering if tomorrow would ever come.
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alone together | one shot
pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: When nightmares and lack of sleep become too overwhelming for you you try to find solutions in weed. It turns out that the day you turned to Eddie Munson for help, the deal you made involved much more than that.
angst/fluff, stragners to friends to lovers
10 337 words (including alternative ending)
TW: mentions of death, nightmares, weed use, mentions of an accident
the one shot is also avaliable on ao3
I got inspired while listening to Alone Together by Fall Out Boy
In this story I wrote two endings, the alternative ending can be found as a link in the story, also the very last part is an extra, you don't have to read it if you don't want to, I just decided that reader kinda deserves this kind of It's finally here!
Big big big shout out and many thanks to my friend @i-me-mine for wearing shining armor and figting with the insecurity dragon in my head like a pro, I wouldn't finish this story if not her support and advice ♥
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Darkness and sudden blinding brightness ran through your head alternately. A deafening bang and then Steve And Robin carrying you out of the mall. Where is he? Joyce is running. She is running terrified toward Will and Jonathan. After making sure her boys are safe she sees you. She runs up all crying repeating over and over how sorry she is and hugs you tightly. Still dazed you don't know what's going on. Where is he? You look at the despair in Joyce's eyes, your senses slowly returning to you and with them the ability to understand what is happening and why she might be sorry. You jerk out of her embrace, your legs trembling but running ahead towards the gallery entrance. You stumble over the untied laces in your shoes, then you fall for the first time. Joyce is at your side again, asking you not to go back there, but you don't listen to her. Once again you tear yourself away from her and run on, calling out to him, hoping that he will come out soon, safe and sound, but nothing happens. You are already at the door when you feel Steve and Jonathan pulling you aside with all their strength. They are stronger than Joyce. You can't get away from them so you scream even more. You beg them to let you go but they don't listen to you. With all your strength you try to escape them, kicking, screaming, choking on your own tears but they won't let go. Steve pulls you to him even tighter and you drop your strength letting him hide you in his arms tightening your fists on his Scoops Ahoy uniform. From afar you hear the sirens of police cars and ambulances, when they arrive on the scene and approach the three of you, you repeat over and over that he is inside there, that they need to save him, that he needs help. A group of firefighters goes inside. Time begins to pass a million times slower, an eternity passes before one of them comes out saying that there is not a living soul inside. This is impossible. Feeling you trying to break free again, Steve squeezes you even harder.
The nightmare of memories of that night comes back to you several times a week. It has been months since the final battle with the mind flyer and the Russians, and yet although the wounds on your body look healed, the mental ones seem to grow deeper by the day. Nightmares, pain and longing are devastating you from the inside. You can't remember the last time you slept a full night, the last time you didn't wake up feeling exhausted.
Plunged into your thoughts, you sat next to Robin on the benches in front of the school watching Eddie Munson and a boy you don't recognize disappear into the woods, the place where he handles all his not necessarily legal business. Then an idea popped into your head. You sprang to your feet and told your friend that you need to do something urgently. As you reached the picnic table you see the boy closing the metal box and about to go back to school. In the distance you hear the bell ringing to signify the end of break.
"Eddie!" you shout, not wanting to miss your chance.
The metalhead turns around at the sound of your voice. Of course he recognizes you. From the very beginning of school you've attracted his attention. From the very beginning he has been fighting a dangerous fascination with you. He never thought in his life that his name would come out of your mouth, so he turns puzzled in your direction and what he sees begins to worry him. Your pale face and the shadows under your eyes speak for themselves. Ever since the starcout fire in which your father died, you have been languishing. You were less and less every day, which he understood perfectly, but he couldn't help but want to approach you and offer any kind of support. Your situation was already so awful that he quickly gave up the idea because he claimed that if the rest of the school saw you in the company of The Freak it would make everything even worse. Now that you were standing in front of him he had two choices. Ignore you for your own good or stay.
"Hey," he said, smiling. "What's up?"
"How much weed can I buy for this?" you asked, pulling a few bills out of your pocket.
He knew he shouldn't pry. He knew he should never pry into the reasons why people turn to him for drugs, but, damn, after all, you weren't some ordinary customer. "Are you okay?" he asked, approaching slowly. "Have you ever smoked it?"
"No, but I've heard it makes you calmer. I need it Eddie, please." Your desperation was evident at first glance.
"Let's make a deal, okay?" he said sitting back down at the picnic table and opened the container. Later he patted the seat next to him indicating for you to sit on it. When you were next to him he began to speak further. "You tell me what's going on, and you'll get your first dose for free," he said.
"I can pay you, you can't just give it to me." you muttered.
"'kay, then another way... I won't sell you anything until you tell me why you need it." Nervously, you stared dully into the tree in front of you. You didn't know what, but there was something about him that made you feel safe. Your heart told you that you could trust him, but your brain screamed that confiding in a drug dealer might be a bad idea. Then you looked at him. Big chocolate eyes full of warmth kept their gaze on you.
"I really don't want to hurt you y/n." he said with concern. "I know you might have heard different things about me, but I have to worry you, most of them are not true." he laughed lightly.
"I'm not afraid of you Eddie..." you said quickly. "I'm just not sure I'm ready to talk about all this." You lowered your gaze locating it on your hands.
"Is it about your dad?" he asked quietly.
"Have you ever had nightmares?" you asked without raising your eyes. You didn't want him to see the tears in your eyes. You didn't want him to see what a mess you were in.
"It happens, usually when I watch too many horror movies, then I dream about Michael Myers chasing me all over Hawkins, and because I avoid PE like a fire I don't even have the energy to run away." he tried to make a joke to lighten the situation, but seeing that they were a bit out of the mood for jokes he stopped right away. "Sorry..."
" 's okay"
"Y/n look at me, please." When you raised your eyes he frowned. He had never had the chance to look at you from such a close distance. And now that your glazed eyes were looking at him he couldn't get out of admiration of how beautiful they looked. The tears added to their shine. However, he quickly chased these thoughts aside. He will be in awe of you later, because this situation will definitely not leave his thoughts for a very long time.
"That night..." you began, breathing deeper and deeper. "At Starcourt. It comes back almost every night. I relive it all over again, every time I close my eyes I see everything all too clearly." You hid your face in your hands ashamed of how your tears began to get out of control. In truth, you didn't want to break down in front of him, but day by day you had less and less strength to somehow keep yourself grounded. "I heard that it helps to calm down...I thought that if I calm down I will finally be able to sleep normally, I can't remember the last time I slept through the night, I'm so damn tired, Eddie, so damn tired..."
Then he decided to take a chance. He expected many things. Most of all that you would get up and start yelling at him that he should stay away from you, that what was he thinking. What he didn't expect, however, was that when he embraced you you immediately leaned toward him cuddling your face into his chest. Robin hugged you many times. Steve hugged you many times. Jonathan hugged you many times before they left for California. However, none of this equaled the feeling you got when Eddie hugged you. Seeing your silent permission he pulled you closer to him and began stroking your back. When your sobs subsided he still embraced you with one hand, and with the other he opened the box taking out a small sachet and handed it to you stopping his hand on yours a moment longer than he should have. As you began to pull the money from your pocket he half-stopped you saying it was a special offer for the first deal, but you put them in his jacket pocket with a quick motion.
"Can you show me how to do it?" you asked staring at the object in your hand.
He knew it was completely out of place but he couldn't hold back a soft chuckle when he heard the question. As you embarrassedly began to move away from him and stood up from the bench heading in the opposite direction from the school.
"y/n!" he called out standing up quickly. "I don't know where you're going, but do you have room for one more troubled soul?" He didn't know how many months he had spent wondering what it would be like if he could talk to you, spend some time with you. He didn't know how long he had been trying to get rid of his hopeless fixation on you, but nothing was working. While chastising himself in his mind for taking advantage of such a delicate situation, he knew he had to give it a shot, as it might be the only opportunity he would get. "Since this will be your first time with this kind of thing I could be with you then, y'know, just in case..."
"I'm not in the mood for jokes Eddie..."
"I know and I'm sorry! But I promise not to make a single hopeless and stupid joke again!" You could have just ignored him at that moment, but something inside prevented you from doing so. Some strange attraction and the need to feel again as you did the first time he hugged you wouldn't let you just walk away. You wanted his company, you wanted him to be close.
"I don't know where I'm going..." was all you answered.
"We can go to my place." he suggested, and you agreed.
When the last bell rang for today you left the school heading towards the parking lot. Right next to you walked Robin. When you told her that you wouldn't be going home with her and Steve today she insisted that she needed to "explore the area."
"Hey Munson!" she called out walking up to the van he was standing by.
"Hi?" he said surprised as she measured him from head to toe.
"I just wanted to see for who my best friend was ditching me today, and you have my blessing. You two have fun!" she exclaimed, hugged you goodbye and disappeared.
"Sorry about her." you said quickly. "I don't have a lot of friends here besides her and Steve, so she was a little surprised when I told her I was coming back with you today."
"Understandable." He nodded thoughtfully. Did that mean you now treated him as a friend?
"Anyway, my presence in your company has been approved, so shall we?" he smiled charmingly, opening the door for you like a true gentleman. You ignored the fact that your heart skipped a beat when you noticed the dimples in his cheeks.
It wasn't until you pulled into the Forest Hills Trailer Park that Eddie's excitement turned to concern. He didn't hide where he lived but he realized that his place of residence was one of the reasons he was being laughed at. He hesitantly looked in your direction and noticed that you were looking at him. When your gazes met you smiled slightly and got out of the car. Was he hallucinating or did you blush for that brief moment?
"Welcome to my kingdom," he said letting you into the trailer. You looked around with curious eyes.
"Wow, that's huge." you said when a collection of caps and mugs caught your attention.
"My uncle is crazy about them, whenever he is in some new place he has to bring back at least one cap and mug from it." he laughed.
"This is so cool!" you said. "My dad used to do the same thing with lighters. At home we have a lighter from every possible state." After a while, only sadness got to you, reminding you of the real reason for this visit.
"So, are you ready?" he asked seeing your face slowly fade.
When you entered his room, for the first time in his life he regretted that he had not cleaned up. The room was in chaos, but you didn't seem to care. When you sat down on the bed, step by step he showed you how to roll a joint and you fired it up. The first few gushes made you cough, but eventually it calmed down. Feeling the stress caused by this meeting drain out of you, you began to feel more and more comfortable.
"How are you feelin?" he asked with a grin.
"Good I guess," you shrugged your shoulders. "Thank you for inviting me here," you said.
"Believe me, the pleasure is definitely on my side." his smile was now much wider.
"I like your smile a lot," you giggled, feeling increasingly relaxed and funny.
Normally he would have said it was some strange weed-induced hallucination, but this time he was completely sober. The situation seemed so surreal that he pinched his arm to make sure it wasn't a dream. "That's a good thing, because I really like yours." he finally replied.
"Will you tell me more about this game?" you asked changing the subject. When he noticed the small figure in your hand he had to think for a moment. You didn't seem to be one of those people who would suspect him of worshipping Satan through a board game, but somewhere deep down he still felt insecure. "My friends play it too, but somehow I never got into it," you said.
"Do you really want to hear about it?"
"Yeah, if you feel like it."
Needing no further encouragement, he began to explain to you what it was all about. Later the topic descended to the campaigns he was involved in, and you absorbed every word he said. He was an amazing storyteller, and you were happy to be drawn into his adventures forgetting everything else.
"This really seems like fun." you said leaning against the wall taking one last inhale. "What if I told you that Demogorgons exist?" the words slipped out of your mouth before you had time to think them through.
"Part of me would think it was pretty sick and metal but the other part would go insane of fear." he laughed. You wanted to reply however you were overtaken by the loud sound of your stomach burping.
"Shit, sorry." you said embarrassed.
"How about some pizza? A pretty girl shoved some cash in my pocket today, she stubbornly refused to take advantage of my special offer." He winked at you while standing up.
"Apparently she appreciates your work." you said back.
Thus, the evening passed exceptionally quickly for you in Eddie's company. You ate pizza, and in the meantime he told you about his ideas for new campaigns. When at some point he left and went to the bathroom you were left alone in silence. Suddenly his bed began to seem a little too comfortable for you. You lay down for a while inhaling his scent from the soft pillow. Without even realizing it, you fell asleep with peace of mind.
When he returned to the room and saw you lying snuggled into his pillow he stood up as if he were stunned. It must be a dream. It must be the most beautiful dream of his entire life. Still unmoving from his spot he wondered if he should wake you up or let you sleep on. After all, that's what this was all about, right? That you would finally get some sleep. Selfishly, he allowed himself to enjoy your presence for as long as possible. Pulling an old blanket from the closet and taking a pillow from the living room couch, he made himself a makeshift bed on the floor next to the bed. He nervously wriggled and were sitting up from time to time reassuring himself that all this was not a product of his imagination and what was happening was true. You were there. You were sleeping peacefully in his bed. At the very thought that you felt safe enough to do so he had the feeling that his heart would explode.
It was reaching nine in the morning when you woke up. For the first time in a long time you were well rested. Slowly opening your eyes and lazily stretching, you noticed that you were wearing yesterday's clothes. Later you remembered that the bed you were lying in did not belong to you at all.
"Shit!" you cussed quietly, jumping off quickly.
"What happened?" asked an alarmed Eddie from the floor.
"I am so sorry!" you began. "I don't even know when I fell asleep!"
"Hey, it's fine, chill." tried to calm you down.
"Did you sleep on the floor?"
"Apparently it's good for your back" He smiled broadly. "So, we achieved the goal?"
"No nigthmares, and I haven't felt so rested in a long time." You said calming down slightly.
"I'm glad I could help."
"I should go now, Robin must have lost her mind by now that I missed the first lesson."
"Yeah, okay." He didn't want you to go, but nothing was coming to mind that he could stop you with. "My uncle- he uh, he's just sleeping on the couch in the living room, poor guys work night shifts so we have to be quiet."
You tiptoed out of the room and quickly put on your shoes, then left the trailer, and Eddie gently closed the door behind you.
"I'm sorry again," you expressed, standing in front of him.
"You really have nothing to apologize for." he said, sitting down on the stairs. "I spent a very nice evening." There was that smile again. What was going on with you? His presence made you nervous, but it wasn't the nerves you were used to in recent times. This was something new, something that made you want even more Eddie Munson in your life.
"Me too, but I made you sleep on the floor, it feels bad." you sighed.
"And I feel great." he lied. The truth was that the pain in his neck after that night was killing him, but it was definitely worth.
"Thank you Eddie. For everything."
"At your service, m'lady. Shall I give you a ride home?"
"No, no need." Then, with an uncertain step, you approached the stairs and bent down to hug him. "You don't even know how much you've helped me." you muttered into his neck. Stepping back, you waved goodbye to him and headed for home.
Looking at your receding silhouette, he recalled with disbelief everything that had happened since you ran up to him in the woods. That day he came to one more conclusion. Eddie Munson was in love with you and this time he had no intention of denying it.
Full of hope in the middle of the night you did everything as Eddie showed you, unfortunately your sleep did not last long. Woken up by the same nightmare as always since four o'clock, you didn't sleep a wink. On Thursday you fell asleep and woke up every two hours or so. You didn't understand anything. After all, everything had worked the first time.
When Eddie heard a knock on the door on Friday night, not knowing who it might be, he didn't open it at first. He was too busy thinking what to do to get the courage to do more than smile at you in the hallway. Many times seeing you somewhere he felt like coming up and talking to you but always halfway through he gave up and changed direction. What if you didn't want to be seen in his company? What if that evening meant nothing? And he would never have the chance to spend time with you again? But you had to run out of pot at some point, and then you would come for more, right? Seeing your overtired face at school and blackened eyes, he was beginning to doubt if you were even using it. All the what ifs stuck in his head were definitely holding him back.
The knocking on the door was getting more and more overbearing, adding to his irritation.
"Jesus H Christ, WHAT?!" he shouted annoyed opening the door immediately regretting it. You stood in the doorway shocked by his reaction. You glared at him with wide hard eyes, noticing that he immediately softened at the sight of you, but you still couldn't get a word out. Thinking that coming here was a mistake you began to back away slowly.
"I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you." you muttered.
"Wait, please!" he stopped you by grabbing your wrist. "I didn't mean to shout, I just had a shitty day today wasn't expecting anyone..." he began to explain.
"Sorry, I'll just go." you interrupted him.
"No, come in, please." he said quickly. He hoped you didn't notice how desperate he felt for you not to leave. "We can be alone together, right?"
"I just... I don't understand. I did everything as you showed me and it still didn't help. It's like it stopped working...Maybe I need something stronger?" you said stepping into the trailer.
"Woah! not so fast, okay? Come on, we'll try again, if that doesn't help, we'll think about another solution."
"But..." You weren't convinced, your desperation to finally start sleeping normally without nightmarish memories recurring in your dreams was pushing you very far.
"Please, let's just try." He really cared about helping you, but he knew that something stronger instead of solving the situation could only make it worse, and he definitely didn't want to be responsible for that.
You sat down more comfortably on his bed this time sharing a joint in half. One puff for you, the other for him. The first few minutes passed in silence between you.
"What, do I have something on my face?" you asked when you noticed him looking at you.
"Yes, tiredness." he said with a wince.
"Really? I didn't notice." You rolled your eyes.
"In that case, you're welcome." He winked at you.
"Thank you, you're a great friend!" you laughed throwing a pillow at him. Being with him was easy for you. In his presence you forgot all your worries, he was like a lifebelt when you were drowning in your nightmares and fatigue.
"Are we friends?" he asked raising his eyebrows.
"I mean... I would like to be your friend, I know we haven't known each other very long, but I really like you Eddie." You said confused not knowing how to read his reaction.
"It will be an honor for me." He nodded handing you the joint.
"So, firend, what do you usually do when you can't sleep?"
"I don't have much trouble sleeping, but I remember that when my mother died I was in a similar situation as you."
"Oh, I am so sorry, I didn't know..."
"It's fine." he waved his hand. "I remember at the time I was unlikely to have nightmares, but there were nights when I couldn't sleep at all. Then Wayne would come to my rescue and read me books until I fell asleep."
"Sounds nice." You smiled slightly. "When I was little my dad always told me bedtime stories. He always preferred to make up something himself rather than read." your heart contracted at the mere mention. You could still hear his voice in your thoughts. "Now all I can do is read to myself." you sighed.
"What about your friends?"
"All of them... have moved on. They are there for me when I need them, I know they care about me, but they are starting to put their lives back together after all that has happened. I know that if I just asked them in the middle of the night they would come to me without hesitation, but I don't want to be a burden. I don't want to disturb them. Just because I didn't move on it doesn't mean they have to, too." Tears came to your eyes. You had just considered each other firends and here you were already pouring your heart out in front of him.
"You don't feel like a burden now do you?" he asked as if reading your mind. Embarrassed you just lowered your head and drowned your gaze in your hands. "Y/n look at me." he asked. "Please don't feel that way."
"I'm sorry." You mumbled.
"You're more than welcome here y/n, trust me." he moved closer to you. "I had a shitty day today, but you being here made me have a really good evening, y'know?" He smiled slightly. "And damn, today I gained a new friend! What could be better?" His smile was contagious, and seeing that, he continued. "As your new friend, I want to offer some help." He grabbed a book lying on the bedside table. "But maybe you want to change first? I mean not the way you are thinking, Jesus- I mean sleeping in jeans can't be very comfortable, I can get you something to change into," he began to explain and turned towards the cabinet looking through his clothes. Luckily he was standing with his back to you so you couldn't see his burning cheeks. When he handed you some clothes, you thanked him and disappeared into the bathroom. When you returned his heart froze. He didn't expect the sight of you in his clothes to be so overwhelming. His old gym shorts fit you perfectly emphasizing your curves. The old T-shirt with the Metallica logo was a bit too big, but the whole thing made for a really beautiful view. A view that made him hot. He pushed all thoughts aside focusing on his task.
"Lie back and get comfortable, I would like to invite you to go on an amazing adventure with me."
"I don't want you to sleep on the floor again because of me, Eddie."
"I will be fine, promise."
"Maybe...we can share the bed? It's big enough for both of us, friends can sleep in the same bed and it won't be weird, right?" even though your voice was quiet in his head it sounded like the world's loudest bell.
"S-sure." he replied. With each meeting you surprised him more and more with how willingly you allowed him to be close to you. When most people rather avoided him like a plague you circled around coming closer with every step.
Reading Eddie in truth took you on an adventure. The Hobbit absorbed you to the point that instead of falling asleep you listened avidly to the continuation, constantly asking Eddie for one more chapter. His voice enchanted you, you felt like you were being transported to a completely different dimension. One in which only the two of you existed. You didn't know when you found yourselves so close to each other.
"Eddie?"
"Yeah?" he looked away from the book. He looked beautiful. How could you not notice before how handsome he was? Mesmerized with the veiw you forgot what you wanted to say. Why did his lips suddenly look so kissable? "y/n?" he asked seeing the lack of response on your part.
"Yeah?" you shrugged.
"Did you want to say something?" he chuckled.
"Oh, yes I um-" you began to stammer. "Thank you." that was the first thing that came to mind.
"That you didn't leave me alone with all this."
"I was serious when I said we could be alone together."
"I'm glad to have a friend like you Eddie." you laughed quietly charmed by his words.
You went back to reading. You made it through the next two chapters when finally your exhaustion won out. As you listened to his words slowly begin to blend together you drifted off.
That night there was no trace of the nightmares. Instead, you dreamed of green hills, and gardens among them. At one of them was working a contented Dustin who was much shorter than usual. Walking further you heard the sound of a guitar, intrigued you entered the house placed in the hill. There you were greeted by Eddie with a broad smile that you were beginning to adore.
"Hello m'lady." he said putting down his guitar. "Are you ready for an adventure?" he extended his hand toward you, and without hesitation you grabbed it. Feeling happiness and excitement fill your soul you knew you would have followed him to the end of the world.
The tranquility of your dream didn't seem to be shared by Eddie. This time he was the one who didn't sleep a wink all night. His initial delight at the fact that the girl he had long dreamed of felt safe enough with him to just sleep in his bed was gradually overshadowed by anxiety. Eddie was never one of the optimists, so all the dark scenarios easily possessed his mind without letting him fall asleep.
As the sun began to rise over Hawkins Wayne found his nephew on the steps in front of the trailer. His face was worried and his leg was shaking nervously.
"What's wrong, boy?" he asked, sitting down next to him.
"Can you promise me you won't freak out?" Eddie asked in a slightly trembling voice.
"I'll do my best.""Do you remember Hopper?"
"Of course I do, we were buddies back in high school," Wayne responded.
"His daughter is sleeping in my bed now." Seeing the surprise on his uncle's face, he continued before his thoughts moved in the wrong direction. "It's not what you think! She came to me for weed. Yes, I know you don't approve of what I'm doing, but we're not talking about it now..." he explained step by step how the development of your relationship looked. He admitted that that day you also slept at their place, and then for the next few days nothing helped. Now, once again being in bed with him, you had no trouble falling asleep. "I don't understand it, why does it only work when she's here? What if she will think that I am giving her something else? That I'm intentionally drugging her with something? Jesus, Wayne what if she thinks I want to gain her trust just to hurt her?"
"Slow down a bit son! First of all you are overthinking, and second of all I think you've watched too many movies."
"But-"
"If I were you, I would think about whether weed is actually the solution in this situation. It seems to me that something else might be her calming factor." the man smiled slightly as he saw how his nephew still couldn't comprehend it. "That poor girl is alone every night in an empty house that reminds her of her father's death, no wonder she can't fall asleep there," he said.
"She said she still has nightmares about that night..."
"What time did she fall asleep?" asked Wayne looking at his watch.
"Uh, I don't know, around eleven?"
"So she's been sleeping for about eight hours now without nightmares or awakenings. As a serious parent, I should give you a pep talk and a scolding about bringing girls home at night." he laughed. "But our family has never been normal, so I guess I need to make you aware that you're probably the one calming her down, my boy."
"What?" That was impossible. Or was it?
"You heard me. Now come inside." he patted the boy on the back. "Eddie?" he whispered as the younger Munson headed back into the room. Metalhead turned around with a questioning look. "Make sure he stays for breakfast, or lunch, whatever is ready when you get up."
When he returned to the room he found you sitting on the bed.
"Hey are you okay?" he asked sitting down next to you.
"Yeah, but still probably a little tired." you yawned. "Are you okay? You look worried."
"You know I want to help you right?" he asked quietly.
"I know, and I'm very grateful to you for that." You placed your hand on his. "I've always thought you were a good person. I know that everything others say about you is nonsense. Believe me." You sent him a reassuring smile.
"Do you want to sleep for a little while longer?" he asked smiling back.
"Sounds great."
Once again, you fell asleep without the slightest problem in no time. Eddie, wondering about his uncle's theory, also finally gave in to tiredness. He also thought that seeing you as the last thing before sleeping was like winning the lottery.
Days slowly turned into weeks, breakfasts into lunches and lunches into dinners, and you became a regular visitor in the Munson's trailer. Wayne as well as Eddie very quickly adopted you into their warm and family home. When you weren't spending time at school or with Robin and Steve the only place you could be found was at the Forest Hill Trailer Park. You spent very little time in your house and when you did it was mostly talking to Joyce and the rest of the family about how they were living in California. You missed them terribly, but you didn't want to move to them despite the many times they convinced you to do so.
Your friendship with Eddie was developing at a deadly fast speed and the boundary between you was blurring just as fast. So was the distance between you shrinking in every way. The closer you got to knowing him, the deeper you fell into the hole. He was there for you whenever you needed him. He always listened with patience to what you had to say, offered a shoulder when you needed to cry, and immediately afterwards, as if by magic, he made you laugh and made the sun shine in the sky again. He was more than happy to let you in closer, telling you about his childhood, how he ended up at Hawkins, trusting you like he had never trusted anyone before, revealing his darkest corners to you, and when, in a gesture of comfort, your hand touched his or he felt your arms wrap around his waist he felt something entirely new. He felt peacefulness. He was used to being alone, and knowing that you were now alone together brought with it a significant improvement in his life. Until now, he hadn't cared much about his own fate, but your presence made him realize that he was capable of so much more. With your support, he felt as if he was actually able to reach the stars. You have always held a special place in his thoughts, while he was convinced that you were just a silly high school crush, but now you have made a warm nest in his heart. Little did he know that in the meantime he had also found a way into your heart and for that moment he was already knocking on his door.
You were sitting with Robin on the benches in front of the school when you noticed a familiar silhouette approaching in your direction
"Hey!" he greeted you. "You left this at my place yesterday, good thing Wayne noticed because otherwise you could have said goodbye to your reputation as a perfect student." He handed you your homework.
"Shit, I completely forgot about it! Thank you my knight."
"You're welcome my lady." he bowed low. "See you later?"
"Sure!" you replied with a broad smile.
"In that case, dear ladies, let me take my leave for this moment."
"Be safe my dear friend!" you waved goodbye. As he was walking away halfway he turned in your direction once again due to which he missed and bumped into a trash container standing in front of the school. Seeing this you chuckled.
"When are you going to tell me about it?" your friend asked, bringing you back to the ground.
"About what?" you asked surprised.
"About what's between you two? Don't get me wrong, because I love the fact that it happened, but I haven't seen you as happy as this in a long time. You spend almost every free moment with him!"
"Because we are friends Robin!"
"I don't recall me or Steve making you turn red like a tomato."
"Well, okay maybe you're right, but how do I know he feels the same way?"
"Moments ago he called you his lady, he looks at you with the same admiration with which he would look at Ozzie, for heaven's sake!"
"What should I do?"
"Ask him out on a date."
"Do you think I should?"
"I think you should."
"Yeah, maybe I should." you slowly nodded.
The first lesson for Eddie lasted an unmercifully long time. Completely uninterested in what the teacher was saying, he was scribbling in his notebook when someone said your name. It was one of the cheerleaders who sat in front of him.
"Did you hear that y/n is now hanging out with The Freak?" whispered one of them. Unfortunately loud enough that Eddie could easily understand everything.
"Some say they're dating." replied the other.
"No way, I don't think she would ever fall that low."
"People do strange things to deal with grief. Maybe he gives her drugs for free?"
"I don't know, but after her father died, she got really weird. Maybe they even fit together?" she shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe. What are you wearing to Saturday's party?" they changed the subject.
Listening to their conversation about himself, all his happiness evaporated. He felt as if he had defied the wall. When the bell finally rang he wanted to leave the classroom in front of which you were already waiting for him.
"Hey!"
"Oh, hello." Seeing your wide smile, he couldn't help but reciprocate it.
"Are you okay?" you asked sensing his sad mood.
"Yeah." he lied. Even if he wanted to tell you what was going on he couldn't.
"I wanted to ask you something." you said nervously. "I heard there's a drive-in cinema event this weekend..." you took a deep breath. "Maybe you would like to go there with me? For a date?" You did it. You managed not to panic and get the last two words out. Your pride in yourself, however, did not last long. After a moment of silence, Eddie burst out laughing. That was the moment when everything fell to pieces.
"I see you're in a joking mood today." he replied. Fortunately, the doorbell rang.
"I have to go." you muttered, turning your back to him. Grateful that you could get lost in the crowd of students going to classrooms you thanked god that Eddie didn't witness your demise.
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From that moment on you avoided him like a fire. You didn't even look in his direction. Eddie didn't quite understand why there was such a change in your behavior. He missed you unimaginably, and the pain he felt when you changed the direction of your path when you saw that he was going your way broke his heart. Maybe the cheerleaders were right? Recently your condition had improved so maybe you didn't need him anymore? Maybe everything you managed to build over that time was not as important to you as it was to him? Maybe, in fact, this whole friendship existed mainly for you to have free access to drugs? There were many options in his mind, but none of them were true. Still sanctimoniously convinced that your idea about the date was just a silly joke, he was still looking for a reason why you pushed away so suddenly.
After your feelings and the very idea that you could be more than friends were violently erased your sleeping problems returned. The first night you kept waking up time after time, the second night you didn't sleep at all. Many times you wanted to pick up the phone and call him but when your hand reached for the receiver the reason why you couldn't do it appeared as a painful memory.
At lunch on Thursday, he watched you closely. Bags appeared under your eyes again, and after a while he noticed you struggling with your eyelids which were getting heavier and heavier. You tried to stay awake at the table. How tired did you have to be if you wanted to sleep in the damn noisy cafeteria? Did your sleep problems come back? Why didn't you call him? Why didn't you come to him?
Fighting fatigue was harder than you thought. You rested your head on your hands placed on the table feeling how you could no longer defend against it.
"Can we talk?" a voice came from behind you, at the sound of which your heart wanted to jump out of its cage. The voice you longed for. "In private." he said pointing with his head toward the corridor which was empty at lunchtime. Seeing his serious face, your nerves immediately drove the sleepiness away.
"What's up?" you asked once you were alone. As quickly as those words left your mouth you felt waves of embarrassment. What's up? Was that really the only thing you could get out of yourself at that moment?
"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked. "I thought we were friends, that we could trust each other."
"Eddie I don't think I understand what you mean..."
"You can't sleep again, you stopped talking to me, why?"
You were about to lie that everything was fine, but before that lie could make a sound you were interrupted by the school secretary.
"Eddie?" she asked standing behind him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance and turned toward her, thinking that now he didn't have time to listen to what he had done this time that he was going to face another visit in the principal's office. "We just received a call from the hospital. Your uncle was in a car accident." When he heard this news he felt himself grow weak leaning against the wall. His world was taken over by darkness and a cold he hadn't felt in ages. The memories came back with redoubled pain. Suddenly he was twelve years old again in his old elementary school when one of the teachers told him to pack his backpack because his Uncle Wayne had come to pick him up from school. Not understanding much he happily ran out of the classroom. Only Wayne's worried expression and reddened eyes showed that something was wrong. That day, 12-year-old Eddie had to understand that he would never see his mom again in his life, and his dad would be in jail for years to come.
"Eddie?" Your voice snapped him out of his trance.
"I have to go to the hospital." He said running toward the exit, you, not thinking much, ran after him. At that moment, your heartbreak caused by his rejection didn't matter. He was there for you when you needed him. Now it was time for you to be the strong one for the two of you.
There was silence in the hospital, where bad omens lurked alone. When you were informed that Wayne was currently being examined you sat down in uncomfortable chairs in the waiting room. Eddie nervously moved his leg rubbing his face with his hands. He was trying to be calm but the thought that he might lose another parent made him nauseous. He didn't even notice when tears started to run down his cheeks. You noticed it much sooner and crouched down in front of him cupping his face and rubbing the wet marks with your thumbs.
"I can't lose him." His voice was breaking and his lower lip was trembling. "I can't stay alone without him."
"You won't lose him." you answered immediately. You rose up and sat on his lap so you could hug him and be as close to him as possible. He immediately melted into you sobbing against the bend of your neck. He felt all his walls cracking. He couldn't remember the last time he allowed himself to cry, but now in your embrace he felt safe. He reciprocated the hug clinging tightly to the material of your shirt. With one hand you gently stroked his hair and every now and then whispered that everything would be fine.
You didn't ask questions, you didn't interrupt him, you just let him cry out all his fears and worries. When he began to calm down and his grip loosened you moved slightly so that you could see his face.
"You are not alone with this." you said quietly placing your hand on his cheek which you stroked with your thumb. "We are alone together, remember?"
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me anymore..." he muttered while sniffling still holding his hands on your back.
"I'm sorry. But I want you to know that even though you don't feel the same way I feel about you I still want to be your friend. I still want you in my life Eddie."
"What-" Confused he tried to follow your words. What feelings are you talking about? Still, he didn't have time to finish the question because, seeing the doctor walking down the corridor and right next to him Wayne with his arm in a cast, you immediately jumped off his lap and ran towards them. Fortunately, apart from his broken arm, nothing was wrong with him. Eddie hugged his uncle with relief, cursing how much he had scared him. Wayne joked that he wouldn't get rid of him so easily, but there was an audible emotion in his voice. The three of you returned to the trailer, where the older Munson immediately stated that he needed to go to bed. Eddie suggested he go to his room to sleep, and this time he would be the one sleeping on the couch.
"What a day, huh?" he ventured, falling back on it.
"Yeah..." sat down next to him. "I'm glad your uncle is okay," he said.
"Yeah, me too..." he sighed looking at the ceiling, after a moment he looked at you. "Thank you for being there for me."
"Alone together, right?" you smiled slightly.
"You really mean it?"
"It's going to be a little hard at first, but yes."
"I don't think I understand..." Was being with him really that hard? Was he really that annoying?
"Stop overthinking Eddie." You interrupted seeing his thoughtful expression mixed with worry. "I understand that you don't feel the same way I do, and that's okay. You don't have to feel guilty about it."
"I still don't understand. What kind of feeling are you talking about? You have to explain it to me."
"Eddie I swear if you're trying to make me feel like an idiot now or this is some kind of joke then please stop."
"No y/n, wait. I really don't know what you mean, what feelings?"
You took a deep breath. To be honest, it looked like he still hadn't guessed anything. After everything, you asking him out, how come he still couldn't figure it out? "I like you Eddie, much more than a friend could like a friend."
He would be lying if he said he never thought about that moment. Of course he thought about it. But it was never from this side. In his thoughts, he was always the first to say what he felt. There were days when hope allowed him to imagine you throwing yourself into his arms in response. There were also days when he self-inflicted punches thinking that when he did that you would laugh at him because of it. And then he understood everything.
"When you were talking about a date...You weren't joking?" he muttered uncertainly.
"Of course not! Why would I?"
"Jesus, I'm a fucking idiot! I'm sorry! For real- I'm sorry. Damn fool! The girl I've had a crush on for ages asks me out, and I what? I laugh about it?" He was angry with himself. "Damn it!" he slammed his fists on the pillow panicking.
"Leave this poor pillow alone!" you joked moving closer to him. "Have you had a crush on me for a long time?" why the sudden courage and confidence in you? You had no idea, but this time you weren't going to just walk away.
"It wasn't obvious?" he muttered and took a strand of hair covering his mouth with it.
"Eddie I asked you out and you laughed at me. How could it be obvious?" You took his hand.
"I don't know." A part of you wanted to be angry with him, but you didn't hide the happiness you felt about this confession. In addition, the sight of him so shy melted you up to the limit. "I seriously thought you were joking," he said.
"I wasn't. And the proposition still stands if you're interested."
"Of course I am!" he said and pulled you into his lap and embraced you tightly. He never wanted to let you out of them again. "So dreams can come true after all." Pure happiness was painted on his face. He looked at you with a dreamy gaze, wondering what he deserved such a miracle in his life. He wondered how such a beautiful and amazing person could have chosen him. You, on the other hand, were also drowning in thoughts about how Eddie Munson became your home. About how your first deal was so much more than pot.
"What else have you dreamed of Eddie?" you asked quietly running your hand over his cheek.
"I'm afraid if I tell you it won't come true," he said.
"What if I help you make them come true?"
He brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear and, after a moment's hesitation, kissed you gently. It was the sealing of a promise that you would always be alone together.
a few months later
The white blinding light inflicted pain on him. Only after his eyesight adjusted to it he was able to see where he was. Several cables hooked up to his body and an IV stuck in a vein. An unbearable burning pain over almost his entire body. The last thing he remembers was your weeping face, Dustin's screams and the feeling of all his life escaping. Scene after scene he recalled what had happened, and Steve's words about not being heroes echoed in his head. He remembered coming to terms with his death. He remembered how his last words were I love you directed toward you. He had no idea how he survived it. He had no idea what or how a powerful force allowed him to remain in this world, but when he turned his head and saw you sitting by his side he thought that maybe it was because of your love that he was still here. You were a walking example to him that true love exists and is able to overcome everything. Maybe it was also able to overcome death?
"Eddie? Eddie, baby, oh my god!" you shouted, waking up Wayne who was snoozing in the chair across from you, and quickly ran to get a doctor. After a series of examinations, you were finally able to re-enter the room. Wayne not waiting much you sat down next to him catching his hand.
"You scared the shit out of me, son." His voice was breaking and his cheeks were already wet with tears. Every day that Eddie spent in a coma was a nightmare. Worry about whether he would ever wake up sucked all the strength out of both of you. No wonder you yourself couldn't control your tears. But not wanting to spoil the moment between them, you stood by the door with your hand pressed to your mouth.
"Sorry, I had to do something... I had to keep them safe." His voice was weak, but it was the most beautiful sound in the world. A sound that was confirmation that your Eddie was not gone. That he is here with you.
"Come here, kid." said Wayne extending his hand in your direction. Needing no further encouragement, with a quick step you covered the distance between you. You sat down in the vacant seat on the bed.
"I thought I had lost you," you sobbed out.
"Sweetheart..." he squeaked out. "I'm so sorry..." Now he too began to cry. All three of you didn't have the strength to hold back the emotions that were gripping you at that moment.
"It's okay now Eddie, you're here, we all are. It's okay now." you took his hand and kissed the top of it. "I love you so much. The most in the world."
"I love you too, very much."
Wayne's heart grew at the sight of the two of you. His son deserved the best, and he was sure you were able to provide it all for him. Your moment was interrupted by the loud sound of the door opening, through which a breathless Joyce rushed in.
"Y/n!" she exclaimed upon seeing you. "Oh Thank God!"
"Joyce!" you quickly got up and threw yourself into her arms. "I'm all right. I'm fine."
"I'm so happy, baby." she said squeezing you even tighter.
"This is Eddie." you said when you pulled away from her after a moment. "My boyfriend, I told you about him on the phone."
"Yes, I remember! Hi, Wayne, Hi Eddie." she greeted them. "The kids told me everything, I'm so sorry you had to go through all that."
"I am fine now." Eddie sent her a slight smile.
"Y/n, honey, I'd like you to see someone, okay?" she cupped your face. "This may come as a bit of a shock to you, but..."
"Where is she?" before Joyce finished her sentence a familiar voice reached you. In that moment, the world came to a standstill. Was it a dream? Did you really die during your last mission in the Upside Down and now you are in heaven? Is that why you are seeing him now? "My Little girl." Hopper's voice broke in mid-word. After the hell he had been through, he was finally home. He was finally with his daughters. Seeing how dazed you were standing motionless just staring at him, he approached you with a slow step not wanting to scare you. He realized that his sudden resurrection was a shock to you.
"Dad?" you whispered slowly reaching out your hand toward him, and he immediately grabbed it. He was there for real. His hand was warm. He was breathing. He was alive. Emaciated and down-at-heel but alive.
"It's me y/n. Really me." he said pulling you slightly toward him. When you were close enough he locked you in a bear hug.
"You are alive. You're alive." you began to repeat to convince yourself that what was happening was real.
"Yes, I am alive I am back. I will never disappear again, I promise."
Eddie Joyce and Wayne watched your reunion with joy. Neither of them dared to speak up to let you enjoy it to the fullest while sending each other tearful happy glances.
"Hi Wayne and... Eddie." he said looking toward the hospital bed as he moved away from you.
"Hi Chief." said Eddie hesitantly feeling his heart about to fail from nerves. He expected a rant that he should stay away from his daughter.
"Do you know each other?" you asked surprised.
"Your boyfriend occasionally liked to take rides with me in the police car." he smiled slightly and walked toward the bed. "Thank you for keeping my daughter safe, boy." he patted him on his healthy shoulder.
That day was definitely destined for miracles. That day you regained everything that was most important to you. You got your family back and swore to yourself that you would never again allow the loss of any of them.
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Statement of Chitra Kulkarni, regarding the view out of her bedroom window. Originally given 27th May 2008, recorded 31st March 2024, by [REDACTED], Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, Manchester.
Statement begins.
I don’t know what you want me to say, ok? I was literally just looking out my window and something seemed weird and now for some fucking reason, I’m here. No, I’m not gonna calm down, I don’t even want to be here in the first place. Jesus christ. [sounds of slumping in chair]
[unintelligible]
Fine. I guess. I can start somewhere.
I.. am not the biggest fan of my room. It’s not like I’ve had many horrific experiences in there, just a lot of shouting and mental breakdowns. But yeah. Lately, I put a lot of energy into making my room…palatable, I guess. Fairy lights and the whole shit. As much as I hate to admit that it worked, it did. Little twinkly fuckers around my room kicked the brain chemicals into working. I guess. Anway, um, in the spirit of mental health, I got into a habit, of sorts. Every night, I would climb onto my washing basket, stretch open the window and reach my head out into the night air. I felt clean, in that cold water on a winter morning way. I felt like god, in that absolute sense of detachment from those below. I wasn’t the person at their door, metallic with alcohol and metal keys and nor would I ever be them. The air was sweet, sugar granules on a milky night sky and I would breathe, deep. Even on the days when all I could think about was the screech of cars and ambulance sirens, I looked down on my little world of street lamps and pavements drenched in darkness like biscuits in tea. Until one day, I saw something.
It began as a flicker. At first, I thought it was the reflection of my fairy lights in the open window. Ha. I just. It looked like just some guy, in a hoodie and jeans and I remember thinking I had similar jeans, in a surreal calmness. But he had a stiffness to him as if he was being held up by a dissociative puppeteer. It could’ve been a million things, maybe he was just some weird guy, having a moment. And then it turned to me. I finally caught a glimpse of his face. It was split into a painful smile, filled to the brim of layers and layers of baby teeth. They didn’t look like they belonged to him. I reached into myself for a scream but found nothing but blind terror. Whatever peace I found in that night sky, was shattered by the knowledge that I was not alone. I was not separate, nor clean. Not when he was looking at me with those sinkhole eyes that never seemed to end, taking over the sky in its entirety.
I don’t know when I stopped looking. I don’t really think I had a choice. I remember the sun glistening through the clouds, reintroducing the rest of my body to my aching eyes. I remember the soreness of my joints and the phone call I immediately made to my boss to take a sick day. I know you might think it’s some kind of hallucination or drug trip and I don’t know how to prove it to you other than coming here and explaining it to you, but i just can’t afford to not be believed,
I see him every time I close my eyes, [REDACTED]. I haven’t slept in days, please, could you please make it stop- i’m begging you PLEASE PLEASE MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT-
Statement ends.
I think I might, um, I think…I’m going to go get some air. Yeah.
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Dumb (Part One)
Kenny McCormick × AFAB! Reader
Part Two: Coming Soon
Request Open! -> About Requests
TW: They killed Kenny, you bastards! (Non permanent character death), descriptions of blood and Gore. Angst with a happy ending; hurt/comfort
Synopsis: y/n watches Kenny die right in front of her. The next day, she goes to school in shambles, only to see a familiar face beside her at her locker. Needless to say, she's pretty sure she is losing her mind.
Inspo: Dumb by Nirvana
Y/N found herself standing in the parking lot of South Park High on her first day of senior year, staring at her best friend.
Her dead best friend.
She watches in horror as Clyde Donovan rushes out from his brand-new convertible in a panic. The front end was dented in from the impact, and the once shiny yellow paint job was splattered in a dark crimson red.
Y/N wasn't sure what had happened. It seemed as though they were hopping out of Stan's car just a moment ago, excited for the first day of their last year in this hell hole.
Now, Kenny lay sprawled out against the pavement, surrounded by a pool of blood.
"I told you to put your goddamn phone down, Clyde!" Shouts Bebe from the passenger seat in between sobs.
Y/N sees Clyde running his hands through his hair, pulling at the strands as tears well in his eyes, "I, I didn't see him!" He screamed, looking around at the crowd gathering around the gruesome scene.
Stan, rushing over to Y/N, was quick to try and shield her from the sight, but she had already soaked it in—every last detail down to his torn-up shoes.
"You," she pushes out, hot tears beginning to streak down her face, "You fucking bastard!"
Y/N attempts to launch herself past Stan, though he holds her back as she claws at the air around her as though it would help push her forward. "Was it worth it, Clyde? You killed him, and all you can say is, 'I didn't see him'?! What kind of lame fucking apology is that?!"
She could feel the strain in her vocal cords as she raged on, and somehow, she had broke free of Stan's grasp. Running at full speed towards Clyde, she quickly punches him square in the jaw.
"Y/N, stop!" Shouts Kyle as he, Stan, and a few other seniors sprint to restrain her as Clyde recoils to try and protect himself from Y/N's aggression. She rips the leather sleeve of Clyde's letterman jacket in a rage at the seam.
"I hope you're fucking happy! You ruined senior year, you braindead prick!"
Ambulance and police sirens sound off in the distance as Y/N's friends force her to sit on the sidewalk, holding onto her as she wails out in heartbreak.
"I'm not going." Y/N protests as her mother sets down a bowl of oatmeal in front of her at the dining room table.
How was she supposed to live in a world without Kenny McCormick by her side?
-> <-
Her mother sighs in response, taking a seat beside the gloomy girl. "Honey, you're going to school. What's gotten into you?"
Furrowing her eyebrow, Y/N lifts her head from its place on the edge of the table. Her face was puffy, and her eyes were still swollen from the nonstop crying.
"What's gotten into me? Are you kidding?"
Her mom cocks her head, placing a loving hand on her daughter's shoulder, "Oh dear, is it that time of the month already?"
Scoffing in disbelief, more tears began to collect in her eyes. How could her mother forget that her friend had just been brutally slaughtered?
"You know what, maybe I will go to school. I can't be around you right now."
Mrs. Y/L/N watches her daughter jolt from her chair and scurry towards the door, throwing on a pair of shoes and haphazardly slinging her school bag across her shoulder.
"Don't forget your car keys!" Shouts the confused woman from the kitchen.
"I'm walking!" Screams a very upset Y/N as the front door slams shut behind her.
Cold autumn air gushed against her as she made the rather long trek to school on foot. She'd needed the time alone to collect herself. Yet, for some reason, every familiar car that passed by harbored her classmates, who all dawned smiles or tired looks. It seemed she was the only one who cared that Kenny was dead.
A horn honks in the distance, and she turns to see the familiar sight of Stan's car behind her as he pulls off to the side of the road. Rolling down his window, he pokes his head out with a perplexed look plastered on his face. "You want a ride?"
Y/N waits a moment before shrugging, walking over slowly, and lazily flopping herself into the car.
The drive was mostly filled with comfortable silence as Stan drove them to school. His head bobbed along to the stereo as he seemed to be in high spirits.
This baffled Y/N, as she had been talking to a disheveled Stan just yesterday. "How are you in such a good mood?"
"What do you mean? We got a whole extra day off of school. Of course, I'm in a good mood! Aren't you?"
Y/N scoffs in astonishment as she looks at him with disdain.
"No, Stan, I'm not in a good mood."
He frowns at her words, peering over at her momentarily as they pull into the school's student parking lot, "Oh, I'm sorry, Y/N. Maybe Ken can make you feel better. He's pretty good at that."
She freezes, questioning if she has heard him correctly.
"What the fuck did you just say to me?"
Stan laughs nervously as he watches her expression fall further into anger. "Oh, that's why you're upset. Look, whatever Kenny did, I'm sure he didn't mean it-"
Stan is left speechless after she sends a hand flying into his cheek. As he holds his stinging face, Y/N swings the passenger door open as she glares back at him through blurred vision.
"What is wrong with you, Marsh? It's only been a day, and you think it's okay to joke about him? Have some decency, would you?"
And with that, she storms through the parking lot. Once inside, she looked around to see everyone going about their day like everything was fine. Like nothing had ever happened.
The most infuriating thing she saw was Clyde Donovan leaning against a stairwell, flirting with some sophomore.
A low growl rose in her chest, but she knew she couldn't start a fight with him after yesterday. She had narrowly avoided assault charges in the first place. Speed walking through the halls, she ignores the warm greetings of her friends she passed while she was on a mission to make it to her locker without completely breaking down.
Shoving a couple of books into her bag, she lingers when she sees the inside of the locker door. A few Polaroid pictures hung sloppily taped onto the metal. One caught her eye in particular: she posed with Kenny on a snowy February. She held a middle finger to the camera as Kenny leaned against her, keeping two fingers behind Y/N's head to resemble devil horns.
And once again, she becomes a blubbering mess. Using her sweatshirt sleeve, she covers her wet face and gently shuts the locker.
"G'mornin, Y/N."
Those words and that voice made her spiral into full-on bawling.
"Angel, why are you crying?" Kenny's familiar voice speaks up from behind her.
It seemed so natural. She convinced herself it must be her grieving subconscious filling that empty void. That warm greeting she looked forward to every day, those sickeningly sweet nicknames, had been ripped away.
Chalking it up to the slow descent into madness, Y/N looks down and continues walking toward her first-period class as the first bell sounds.
Someone grabs her by the waist, stopping her dead in her tracks.
Hot breath against her ear as that honey-like voice whispers gently.
"Hey, don't ignore me. Who made you cry?"
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