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nomazee · 24 days

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enough to make me cry

blade is your only roommate, your only friend, and your only way home from this terrible party you found yourself in.

blade x gn reader — 3.3k — college & roommates au!, very americanized college experiences, frat parties, mentions of drinking & vomiting, could be read as platonic but there are definitely romantic undertones, feelings of inadequacy/being out of place, hurt/comfort, social anxiety, blade is probably ooc i'm gonna be so honest, mild kafka & reader friendship, erggg im probably missing something

notes: no i have to be so honest blade is probably completely out of character i have not played a single side quest with him in it but i just think he has reluctant roommate-to-best friend potential and i wanted to pour that into a fic,,, this is mostly unintelligible but i did proofread! love you all

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A warm hand rests on your shoulder, and the first thing that you think is Blade’s hands are supposed to be cold.

It’s really pathetic. You’re somewhere in a stupid frat house, the thrumming of music around you. There’s the flashing colors and sounds of Mario Kart on the TV, the smell of puke (probably yours) and corona lite, and a hand on your shoulders that you’ve discerned is not your roommate, Blade’s.

Looking to the side, you follow the hand (painted, manicured nails, definitely still not Blade’s), and it leads up to an arm up to a shoulder up to a face, and—oh.

“You’re—” you pause, getting your words in order before you puke them up, “you’re Blade’s pretty lady friend?” It’s supposed to come out as a statement, but leans more to a question. She looks down, a bit of a teasing grin on her face, but her eyes are a little soft so you trust her.

“Is that what he calls me?” she jokes.

“No, I’m— I came up with that.” If you had any dignity left in you, you’d be embarrassed to admit that to her. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure that Kafka (the pretty lady friend in question) just held your hair back and wiped your face as you puked into a frat-house toilet, flushing your dignity away with your dinner. Your eyes burn with tears and mortification, and you pray that only Kafka saw your embarrassing mishaps.

“I called him to pick you up,” she tells you, already looking away from you and scanning the room as if looking for something, or someone. “I would take you home myself, but I’ve got some things to take care of. And I’m assuming you didn't bring your keys with you?”

A quick pat-down of your pockets confirms that, yes, you somehow managed to leave your keys at home, the one personal necessity that you were supposed to bring besides your phone. Which, thankfully, you do at least have.

“Umm, the…” you mutter, tongue tangling uselessly as you try to find a way out of here without facing the impending doom of Blade’s aggravated scolding and his I told you so’s.

A week ago, you went to him with an invite to this frat party and begged him to come with you, saying something like You don’t go out much, this is your chance! He’d adamantly refused, calling it a bad idea and rolling his eyes whenever you brought it up. But you were stubborn, and you wanted to have a fun college experience, so you forced him to drive you to the party with the promise of paying for his next gas payment and getting your own ride back home at the end of the night.

“I can go,” you finally tell Kafka, mind stringing along memories and thoughts and alarm bells of get your ass home before you have to sit in an awful car ride with Blade, “It’s, like, a fifteen minute walk, don’t call him.”

“It’s a little too late for that, kid,” Kafka drawls, amusement in her words. She’s smiling down at you, and you’re reminded of how small you feel. “He’s already on the way.”

“No!” you protest, a little too loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the thumping of music and bodies and voices. “It’s— Kafka, please, just tell him to turn around, I really don’t want him to deal with me today.”

If you knew her even less, you’d misinterpret the twitch in her expression as concern—but you’re not too dumb, so you read it as amusement. “Trust me, he’s not going to have a problem with that. You’ll be fine.”

Whatever that means. Kafka’s too cryptic for your liking, but you won’t complain. She wiped up your vomit from the dirty bathroom tiles and stayed with you to make sure you didn't get trampled, and she didn't complain about any of that. In a week, when you have enough strength to face her again, you’ll treat her to a good, expensive, flaky pastry. She seems like the kind of person who would love those.

Her phone buzzes with a text notification, and she clicks her tongue, standing up and pulling you with her. Her hand is still warm, seeping through the sleeve of your shirt as she takes you by the forearm, gentle but guiding. Your stomach churns at the thought of seeing Blade, the thought of him seeing you like this. Freshly-puked-out with a nasty stomachache all because of a party that he told you not to go to.

You hold back your protests as Kafka leads you through the still-crowded frat house. What time is it? Has nobody gotten bored yet, seriously? At least you didn't kill the mood by running to the bathroom and weeping into the toilet. It seems like nobody noticed, except for Kafka, and you don’t know if that should make you feel comforted or just more upset.

The cool air of the night hits you as you step through the front door, eyes tracking your feet as you walk down the concrete steps. You see the silhouette of Blade’s ugly blue car in your peripheral vision, but you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing the disappointment on his face so soon. He’s going to rip you a new one, and then call you a slob and kick you out of the apartment and say I can’t have a party fiend living with me even though this was your first party ever, honest.

You barely register that you’ve reached the passenger side of Blade’s car, only coming back to awareness when Kafka opens the door for you and starts nudging you into the seat. A really pathetic part of you wants to grab onto her arm and cry hard enough that she just relents and lets you walk home, but you’re already half into the passenger seat, looking everywhere but Blade.

“Take care of them, won’t you, Bladie?” Kafka commands lightly, her hand leaving your arm as you get situated and buckled up in the car. Blade lets out a little huff in response and your stomach sinks. He’s already annoyed.

The car ride to your apartment is only five minutes at this time of night. You just have to survive five minutes in silence and pray that he doesn’t tear into you and scold you like a disappointed parent. A glance at the clock on the car’s console confirms that it’s half past midnight. What the fuck. What were you even doing at the party for that long, besides vomiting and crying?

The car rumbles, exhaust sputtering a little bit as Blade pulls out from the side of the street and drives slowly, carefully, as if not to rattle you, and you really just want him to speed up and throttle the car around so you feel more guilty about waking him up in the middle of the night to come pick you up. Blade goes to bed at eleven, the latest. You can’t imagine why Kafka thought it would be a good idea to call him, of all people, but then you remember that you kind of don’t have any other friends on campus. Your chest tightens at the thought.

Blade makes some kind of sniffling noise, his way of trying to initiate some kind of conversation. There’s not even any music playing, because he always drives in dead silence because he’s abnormal, and on any other day you’d tease him about it like you always do. You see him turn his head to you in the corner of your eye, but you refuse to acknowledge him. You wish he’d just start scolding you, yelling at you or something.

Tears prickle behind your eyes, painfully so, but your hands tighten around each other in your lap as you will yourself to not cry like a baby in front of your roommate. He lets out another sigh, but it doesn’t sound angry, just tired, and somehow that makes you feel worse.

“What were you guys even drinking?” is his question of voice, and it’s the one question you didn't want him to ask, and you can’t help it when the tears spill over and you bring your hand up to wipe them away frantically, hiccuping a little bit as your gut churns.

“What—” Blade stutters, and he never stutters, and you see him whip his head around to look at you, crying into your hands over a simple question, and you just want to leave the car and walk home like you told Kafka you would do. He pulls over to the side of some residential street. There’s a dog barking in a yard and wind chimes clinking together, and you think of your handmade bottle cap wind chime hung in the balcony of yours and Blade’s apartment, and it just makes you cry more.

The car comes to a full stop. Blade puts it in park and turns completely to you. You spare a quick glance at him through the gaps between your fingers, and there’s something like worry on his face, which you’ve never seen before. His face is pinched, lips parted as if wanting to say something, but he can’t. He’s waiting for you.

“I didn't drink anything, Blade,” you sob, feeling miserable at the state of yourself, at how you went to a frat party with nobody you knew and just walked around like a lost child, too scared to drink or talk to anyone, too anxious to say a word. “Not even a shot, or a sip, nothing from the fridge. It was so stupid, you were right, okay? It was a stupid idea, and I shouldn’t have gone.” Your breath catches in your throat, and the car is dead quiet as Blade lets your words sink in.

You try not to make so much noise when you cry, but you’re sniveling and wiping your face and wishing that he would just stop looking at you like that. You can still see the ruby-red of his eyes even when you can’t bear to look up at him, and it makes you so viscerally upset.

Blade is beautiful, really, and it makes you so upset that he looks better than you right now despite him being dragged right out of bed by Kafka’s phone call with a request to pick you up just minutes ago. You, who spent hours selecting an outfit, just to feel inadequate and wholly ugly the minute you walked through the door. It felt like you were back in middle school, spending hours with your parents picking out an outfit to a school dance, looking through ties and pants and shoes, just to show up and feel both overdressed and underdressed, feel like a fool, feel like you just can’t look the way everyone else does. Like something is always a little wrong.

“Kafka said that you got sick. You didn't drink anything? You’re sure?”

“No,” you confirm pitifully, wanting him to just drop the topic and drive the rest of the way home and never talk about this again. “I was just anxious, and I puked like an idiot. Kafka helped me, she was the only one that I knew at the party. I don’t know. I don’t remember anymore. I was just anxious.”

He says your name, not unkindly, but with a prying tone that just makes a fresh wave of tears stream down your face in rivulets. “Why would you go if you didn't know anyone?”

“I don't know!” you shout, heated with embarrassment. You’re acting like a child, throwing a tantrum and crying and shouting in Blade’s car. The seatbelt is too tight on you. You fiddle with it, pulling it from the juncture of your neck and shoulder and loosening it, scratching your bitten nails against the scratchy cloth and looking out of the car window so that you can avoid Blade’s awful, terrible, intrusive gaze.

“I just wanted to be normal, or something. I don’t know anybody from any of my classes. I don’t talk to anyone from my major. And then I got the invite for the party somehow and I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, Blade, I know I should’ve listened to you, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” he says firmly, fully turned to you now, as if he wants you to look back at him, to listen to whatever he’s going to say, and that’s the one thing you don’t want to do. You hate that he’s being kind. You wish he’d be sarcastic and mean and cruel, bite into you and feed off your self-pity. But he’s being nice, nice in the same way that he’s nice when he buys the right brand of milk for you (because the others make you sick, and the taste is different), or when he drives you places in his car when it’s raining so that you don’t have to take the buses everywhere, or when he comes home with your ridiculous coffee order that costs a hellacious amount of money with all of your substitutions and additions and flavorings.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he says resolutely, leaving no room for argument, “Just— I didn't know you were feeling like that. I would’ve gone with you if you told me you needed someone. I assumed you were going with a friend.”

You don’t respond with I don’t have any friends, because you’re pretty sure that’s clear enough by now, and you don’t want to confirm what’s already been confirmed a million times over just from the way you act. The way you cling to yours and Blade’s apartment, the way you never spend a second longer than you need to in any of your classes, the way that sometimes, when Blade goes out for class or work, you sit on the couch in silence with your laptop out, doing your work for the week and checking the clock and taking naps so that you don’t have to feel so alone for so long.

“You didn't want to go,” you say instead, “I wasn’t going to make you just because I’m— I don’t know.”

“I would’ve gone for you,” he tells you, really tells you, with a force in his words, like he wants to drive the point into you with a stake, driven right through your heart. “I would do a lot of things if you asked. You just need to ask.”

You don’t— you really don’t want to think about what that means. What he means. You rip your eyes away from the car window and turn to face him. He’s not too close. You almost wish he could be closer, but you would suffocate under the pressure in your stomach and behind your eyes.

He shouldn’t say things like that, things like You just need to ask, because you’d ask for a lot if given the chance. You’d ask for him to come to parties with you, stay by your side, let you put a hand on his shoulder and guide him around another disgusting frat house as if you know what you’re doing. You’d ask him to sleep in the same bed as you some nights, just a foot away from each other, backs turned to each other but still close enough that you can feel the unnatural coldness that radiates off of Blade.

You’d ask him to introduce you to Kafka and that other girl they hang out with, to say something stupid and funny like This is my abhorrent roommate, be nice to them, and that way you’d have more contacts in your phone that aren't just Blade and your parents and two old high school friends who you haven’t spoken to in a year. You’d ask him to be a lot more than just a plus-one to a party full of people you’ve never met.

“I just want to go home,” you breathe out, a guilty confession burning your gums and leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” he asserts for the second time tonight, making your lungs squeeze as you puff out a tired exhale. Blade turns back in his seat, taking the car out of park and heading back onto the road—driving slowly, yet again, avoiding cracks and potholes in the road. “You need to eat something. You’ll wake up with a hellish headache if you go to bed dehydrated.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I said it, so it’s true,” he says petulantly, turning the car down into a road that’s definitely not in the direction of your apartment building. To your hidden delight, the glowing sign of a twenty-four-seven ice cream store comes into view, and you sit up just a little bit. Blade slows the car as he turns into the drive-thru, glancing at you with an eyebrow half-raised.

“What do you want? I’ll order for you.”

“I don’t have my wallet,” you admit, just a little bit embarrassed. “I didn't even bring my keys with me. Do you think they take Apple Pay?”

A breathy laugh escapes him, and you catch sight of a dimple pressed into his cheek, and you want to press your thumb into it and look at his smile, just for a little longer. “Don’t be dumb. I’m paying,” he tells you, the same way he has every time he pays for your cafe drink, or when he comes home from work with your favorite, and says You’re broke enough without having to pay for these drinks, don’t pay me back in that snippy way he shows his care.

You ask for a medium vanilla milkshake, with sprinkles, and he gets you a large instead, which you’re more than grateful for. He refuses to let you look at the receipt for the total cost, and hands you the milkshake with a comical severity that you often see in him. The sweet drink washes away any bitter taste left in your mouth, and you feel a little better, a little nicer in your haphazard party outfit and under Blade’s fleeting gaze.

A deep sigh escapes you, one of relief, when the car finally parks at your apartment building. Blade puts a cold hand between your shoulder blades, unobtrusive and leading, and it’s a comforting contrast from the heat lingering on your skin from the party and the closed car. It feels right, more in-place than Kafka’s warm hands were when she wiped your face and kept you steady, though she was just as gentle.

Blade all but tosses you onto the couch, claiming that it’s much too late for a shower and he’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion in the tub. You relent easily, the exhaustion of the night hitting you and soaking into your limbs.

“I’ll let you sleep on the couch,” he says, and it’s a good and kind thing, because he knows that sometimes you hate your bedroom because it’s just too empty, and the constant sound filtering into the living room puts you at ease. He never lets you sleep on the couch, because it’s bad for your back, and he jokes about you developing adult onset scoliosis with the awful way you sleep. Letting you do it, just this once, is another one of his small mercies.

The TV is on, humming at a low volume, and your legs are thrown across Blade’s lap. You’re shocked that he’s willing to fall asleep with you like this, but he’s kind, sarcastic and biting but kind all the same, as much as he loathes to admit it. It’s not too lonely, you decide, hearing the bottle cap wind chimes on your balcony clink together in dissonant harmonies.

(There’s a missing text from a new contact on your phone when you wake up, coming from pretty lady friend, extending an invite to brunch in two days, and you kick your legs on the couch in giddy excitement, thinking about how you’ll rope Blade into coming with you, too.)

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starandcloud · 7 months

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Price x Reader

Imagine Price being best friends with the reader's dad, and was a huge part of Y/N's life when she was growing up. Price was like the fun uncle that was constantly around, he was amazing with Y/N and was like a second dad.

So when he came "home" alone, after a mission, and was extremely quiet when he knocked on the door and gave you a sad smile he picked you up. You didn't understand why he was sad so you just hugged him and you didn't understand why your mom was crying when Price gave her your dad's dog tags... You also didn't understand why Uncle John (price) was staying the night or why your mom was drinking or why daddy never came home and you didn't understand why your mom was so mean now or why you had to go to a funeral for someone you didn't ever see the body of or why the stone had your daddy's name on it or why your mom had to work and why Uncle John was picking you up from school and bringing you to his house or why you were meeting your dad's group or why your dad wasn't there again but... it was okay because you had Uncle John, and that made it okay. It wasn't until you were almost ten when you realized why your dad wasn't coming home, that he was KIA and you'd never see him again. It was that night you called Price in tears and begged him to come over so that you could see him, that you begged him not to go on deployment again, and you begged him to stay over so that you knew he'd be okay... He stayed the night, after all how could he tell you no when you held onto him that tightly and the babysitter didn't know what to do. He still got deployed but... he came back every single time. You weren't sure when you started to call him "dad" but... he didn't seem to be opposed to it. He'd drop you off on your first day of middle school and watched you as you walked towards the school before turning around and rushing back to him. You hugged him as tight as you could, your face being squished into his chest. Price just hugged you back, rocking you gently as he laughed softly.

"What's the matter Princess? The school scare ya?"

The nod that you gave made him chuckle and pick you up.

"Why don't I go in with you? Walk you to the front and then pick you up for lunch? We'll go get McDonalds?" "With a strawberry milkshake..?"

Your question made him smile, and nod.

"With a strawberry milkshake with syrup, I'll even buy you a fresh bottle of it."

His promise made you smile and when he put you back down, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the front office.

"My Daddy's gonna pick me up for lunch!"

You yelled, making him laugh and ruffle your hair. Frizzing the strands and making you laugh brightly, Price talked to the women at the front and worked out how to get you out and back before your next class.

The first day of High school was the same, you were so anxious to get out of the truck. You just sat there, slumped in Price's passenger seat with your eyes closed and your head resting against the headrest.

"Dad..?" "Yes Princess?" "Do I have to go in..? I don't want to..."

You said, tears welling up in your eyes as you looked over at him. Your tear-filled eyes broke John's heart, he gently wiped them before smirking.

"If you go in, we'll go get McDonalds-" "With a strawberry milkshake?"

Price asked in sync with you, making you laugh and wipe your tears.

"My make-ups smeared now dad..." "But you're still beautiful Princess."

You smiled and laughed slightly as you took a deep breath and slapped your legs, you grabbed your bag off the truck floor before kissing John's cheek.

"Bye dad, I love you. Drive safe!"

You said before jumping out of the truck and slamming the door.

"HEY! EASY ON MY DOORS TIGER! THE TRUCKS OLD!"

Price rolled down his window to yell, a laugh following.

"THEN YOU'RE FUCKING ANCIENT DAD!"

You yelled back as he scoffed and chuckled, you were a snarky little shit. But god damn he was proud of you.

"CALL ME DURING LUNCH PRINCESS! I'LL PICK YOU UP!" "I WILL! I LOVE YOU DAD!"

You screamed back before disappearing into the school building.

He watched you graduate and god damn he was proud. You had never seen him cry before but... that was the day he did. You cried too, and hugged him tight. Smearing make-up on his uniform as he held you tight and pressed a kiss to the top of your head as he rocked you. He had just gotten off the plane, and had practically sped here, to get to your graduation on time. He was so proud of you, when you graduated. Later that night when the two of you sat on his porch, whiskey in his class and heavily diluted whiskey in yours.

"Where're you going to college?"

Price asked, as he raised the glass to his lips.

"Actually... I'm going to enlist"

Whiskey had never tasted so bitter on his tongue before, never so heavy.

"Are you... sure Princess?"

John asked, looking at you. Concern in his eyes, he watched as you fiddled with the blanket that covered your legs as you sat in the rocking chair. You didn't make eye contact with him, but took a deep breathe.

"I told you when I was little dad... I wanna be just like you..."

Watching you graduate boot his eyes watered before he tapped you out, your legs wrapped around his as he picked you up and he hugged him tight. No matter how old you got, you were still his princess. The little girl who would beg him to stay the night to watch one more Disney movie and to put one more sticker on his face and one more cookie and one more story before bed and one more hug before he left. You were still the little girl who was so scared to go into middle school, and the little girl who he went dress shopping with for the winter dance, and the little girl who was terrified to get his nails done so he got his done with her so she wouldn't be as scared, the little girl who loved her strawberry milkshakes and would never turn down a race to show off to a boy. He always saw you as a ten-year-old little girl, his daughter, so when the transfer papers for you landed on his desk. He stared at it, confused before laughing a bit. This couldn't be right, this was a prank from his boys. So he signed it, knowing it'd get his boys a kick but... when you showed up on his base... his stomach tightened and his face paled. He stared at you, as you got out of the helicopter. He watched as you rushed towards him and... didn't hug him..?

"Captain."

You said, before saluting him. You thought you had done something wrong, when he just stared at you. A bewildered look on his face before he mumbled.

"Princess..?" "Hi Daddy..."

You said, as his arms wrapped around you. He hugged you tight and you returned it, tears welled in your eyes as you held onto him tight.

"I've missed you so much Dad..." "I've missed you more Princess..."

Price said as he broke the hug and moved what hair he had knocked out of place from your face. He just kept looking at you, you were... so different. War-hardened and scarred... but still his little girl.

He didn't want you on this mission. He didn't want you to be involved with the cartel for this mission, but he didn't have a choice. He didn't have a choice when you had to be split up from him, he didn't have a choice when you had to go a different direction and route, or when you had to defend yourself against the Shadow Company.

"FUCK!"

The area fell quiet as their Captain swore, it was... something odd. The group had never heard Price swear or seen him act like this. He rested his head against one of the metal shipping containers before slamming his clenched fist against the chilled metal.

"Where was the last place Pri... Firefly was seen." "Heading towards the headquarters of the Shadow Company."

Someone reported and Price pinched the bridge of his nose, his worry lines becoming deeper as he started to pace.

Firefly was out there. One of is his men was out there. Someone he loved was out there. Someone he cherished was out there. His daughter was out there. God damn it, he was a shitty dad.

When he found you, he wasn't sure what he was expecting but... Graves' arm being wrapped around you... wasn't it. He wasn't expecting to see how your eyes bounced over him, he wasn't expecting to hear a sob to come from you as you fumbled over to him. He held you up and hugged you tight, tucking your head under his chin he shielded you from everyone's view as you gripped him tightly.

"Dad! Daddaddaddaddadddad daddy..." "I'm here... I'm here Princess... You're safe now... I've got you..."

Price promised as he glared down Graves, who had a sickening grin on his lips. Who put his hands up in defeat and backed into the darkness. You never told John what had happened that day but... he noticed how paranoid you were after. How you'd call him in hysterics when he had left the house with you, how you'd quietly check his bedroom then his office at night. How you'd make excuses to constantly see him, how your eyes would instantly bounce around the room for him, how if he was late for a meeting; you'd be pacing and chewing on your nails, how you'd have night terrors and would scream late at night. How you'd wake yourself up from the hysterical crying and screaming from the terrors, how you wouldn't sleep until morning or until he lured you to the couch and put on that god-forsaken Atlantis movie for at least the ten thousandth time in your life. How, unless you knew he was asleep and in his room, you wouldn't sleep. How you'd be extremely cautious with changing, and how your sleeves would all be long; even in the summer heat, how you always wore pants or leggings, how your hair was down at much as possible. It wasn't until six months later that you broke down and told him.

"He said you were DEAD papa..."

You choked out, curled up in John's lap as he wrapped you in blanket and rocked you. As you cried he slowly stood up, he held you up as he made you cocoa; with the rainbow sprinkles, marshmallows, and whipped cream you loved. He slowly calmed you down as he walked around with you in his arms, rubbing your back as he turned on the Atlantis Soundtrack and walk around gently bouncing you. Just like when you were little.

"I'm okay, I promise you that Princess. I told you, I'm always going to come home. I promised you I would, I'd never break my promises to you."

He said as he gently tucked some hair from your face behind your ear, he hadn't noticed you had fallen asleep until Ghost and Soap came to his home. Having similar issues, and Ghost pointed at you.

"Firefly's passed out on your shoulder Price." "... I know... Let her sleep Simon, she's had a rough night..."

John said as he kissed your head and tucked you in, in his bed and shut the light off. He left the door open enough to hear if you woke up, which Soap teased him for but found it sweet.

You healed enough to have a decent sleep schedule when you had a skewed mission. A bomb went off by your base, which destroyed multiple tents and severely hurt the people inside. As you were being evacuated, you didn't see John.

"Dad? Dad!? DAD!?"

You screamed before going back to the tents, you barely saw his body under a tent post in the dark. You ran towards him and did your best to carry him towards the medics.

"MEDIC! MEDIC!"

You screamed as you fumbled into the tent, Price was taken from you and someone tended to you. Hours passed and you stared blankly at the wall, before you asked your nurse.

"Where's my dad..? John Price..?" "He was... taken to a different hos-" "Where."

You demanded to know. As soon as you were told, you (more or less) forced Soap to drive you there. You looked clinically insane when you burst through the hospital doors and demanded to know where "John Price" was. You found his room and were destroyed to find out that he was in a coma, and you felt like it was your fault.

You spent months visiting him and just begging for him to wake up, you didn't speak much and just held his hand. It wasn't until you walked in one day and saw him sitting up, you actually cried.

Your bag hit the floor, with a loud thump, catching John's attention.

"Hey Princess..."

He said softly, a gentle smile on his face as he held his arms open for you. Your feet thumped against the tile of the hospital and you ran to him, you wrapped your arms around him and sobbed.

"Dad... dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad dad papa..." "That's me, I'm here Little Firefly..."

He said, making you choke out a laugh as he used your callsign.

"That's Princess to you Dad..." "I know Y/N, I know..."

He said as he kissed the top of your head and held you close.

You had seen John cry twice in your life, once at your graduation and once at your wedding when he saw you step out of the dressing room. The white dress you had picked out, made him tear up and what made him break was when you gently hugged him and asked.

"How do I look Dad..?" "Like an angel..."

He responded, holding you close as tears rolled down his face. You were absolutely beautiful in white and... he was so happy to see you so happy. As he walked you down the aisle, he could feel your excitement and when he gave you away... he watched as you took a few steps before turning around and hugging him tight and whispering.

"Thank you Uncle John... I love you so much dad..."

John had to bite back a sob as he walked back to his seat, he felt Gaz's hand on his back as John wiped his tears and watched you.

"Grandpa!"

Little voices screamed as they fumbled out of the truck and rushed towards John, he laughed as he picked the girls up and kissed both of their heads.

"There's my girls! Have you two been behaving?" "No! They've been so mean to me Grandpa!"

A little boy said as he hugged Price's leg, making their grandfather roll his eye and chuckle.

"Just like your mother." "I was a saint, thank you very much dad!"

You said as you walked towards him, holding your youngest on your hip. A gentle smile on your face as Price put the girls down and pulled you into a gentle hug.

"Hey my Princess..." "Hey dad..."

You said, in a gentle tone as you relaxed into Price. Later that night when you and your husband were playing with the kids, he watched as you ran from your husband; playfully screaming as he pelted you with nerf bullets.

"DADDY!"

You screamed and ran to Price, laughing as you hid behind him, which he (bravely) protected you from your husband by firing nerf bullets back at him.

Watching you be so happy yet... still coming to him and calling him dad... really drove it home to him that.

You'll always be a Daddy's Girl.

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Chapter 1 - Sunshine

Summary

Past: You run into Raiders while looting nearby houses and meet an unwanted companion.

Present: Tommy and Joel find you in an abandoned church.

CW // mentions of loss, violence, threats of sexual assault (hinted), blood

Word count: 8,071

Before

Autumn 2019

The first time you killed someone, you hadn't waited around to watch them die. You had sunk your knife into his chest and fled quickly, unable to bear the thought of watching the life slip from their eyes. You heard their screams as they choked on their own blood, but you hadn't seen the light fade from their eyes. It was a memory you tried not to think too much about, and you were grateful that you hadn't witnessed their inevitable death.

It’s been six years and twenty-eight bodies later – a number that didn't seem real – and you had watched each one of them take their last breath.

Six long years since your brother passed, six years filled with grief, and more than a half a decade spent on the run in order to protect his legacy and the innocent life he had created. You had thought you had lost it all, your only family, your only guide, but your niece kept you going. As you ran across the country, trying everything in your power to protect her, you couldn't help but wish that your brother could have been there beside you, watching out for the both of you as he had always done. Even if he was an asshole.

He had been the one to shoulder all of the violent realities of this world so that you could live a life untouched by the stain of blood. But he had made a mistake, and that mistake had cost him his life, leaving that burden for you to carry in his stead. With a heavy heart, you had taken it and done what you had to do to protect your niece, to keep her safe and her own hands clean of murder.

He had trained you both to kill the infected, preparing you with the knowledge and skills you would need to survive. But he had also made it clear that he was the one who would handle the humans you encountered, making sure that the two of you wouldn't have to deal with that particular danger by yourselves.

It wasn't until you were in your early twenties that he began to teach you the basics of how to kill people quickly and quietly. He made you promise that you would never use those skills unless they were absolutely necessary, and you agreed. You had no desire to hurt people, and you hoped you would never need to break your promise to your brother, but you were prepared to do so if it meant keeping your niece safe.

"I don't care how angry someone makes you," he states flatly as he wipes the blood off his knife with a cloth, looking over at you. "You don't kill 'em. You only kill ‘em when they’re gonna kill you." His tone carries a warning as he speaks to you. "What do you do when someone makes you angry?" He looks over at you from the opposite side of the rusted dining table in the abandoned house where you decided to make camp for the night.

You roll your eyes and glance down at Annabel, who's passed out in the corner of the room, her mouth hanging open and soft snores escaping her lips. Her peaceful slumber, despite the fact that you'd been engaged in a highly dangerous and potentially deadly situation no more than an hour ago, is a bit comical to you, and you let out a soft laugh as you turn back to face Dean.

“Tell me.” He demands as he moves to clean his next knife.

“I walk away.”

He looks up from his knife and nods. “Keep going.”

You sigh and cross your arms as you lean back in your chair, and you repeat his teachings to him. "Then I grab a weapon and beat the shit out of something. Not someone, and never with my hands," you say clearly. He nods at you again, seemingly satisfied with your answer, as he continues to clean his knife and sheath it away.

“Good. And what do you do when you feel nothing?” He asks after a moment.

“I get the fuck away from everyone, listen to music.”

He nods.

You shake your head in disbelief and consider your options as you spin the knife in your hand, standing in front of yet another empty cupboard. You've gone down two streets already, checking each house for any possible source of sustenance, and yet it seems like every cupboard, fridge, and dresser in the houses you've looted has already been ransacked.

You left your niece, Annabel behind at a house a few streets away while you took the burden of looting the small town you found yourselves in. She had wanted to come of course, but you wanted her safe behind locked doors while you searched for supplies.

It hadn't been easy to leave her behind, but it was the right thing to do. But the moment you were away from her side, you couldn't stop thinking about her safety. What if someone were to break in while she was alone? What if they discovered that she had been left behind there?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of a door creaking open, followed by a whispered curse as someone else enters the house. You still for a moment, listening for any further sound as you contemplate your next move. It's likely that another survivor had broken in and was searching for supplies, and you weren't sure how they'd react to finding you here.

"I thought I told you to be fucking quiet." A man hisses in a hushed tone, his voice full of annoyance and anger.

"Not my fault the door creaked," Another voice whispers back defensively. "The bitch probably knows we're here now, anyway," he adds, and you hear them both move further into the home.

You quickly duck behind the island in the kitchen, hiding from the two men who'd just entered the house. There’s a room between you and the invaders, the dining room, and in the silence of the house every noise can and will be heard. You try to slow your breathing, hoping that both of them will go left into the loungeroom first instead of right into the connecting dining room. The footsteps of the men echo in your ears, one set lighter and quicker than the other. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, and your eyes stay wide, your attention focused on every single noise the men make.

Your heart plummets at the realisation that one set of footsteps has entered the dining room while the other has entered the living room. Okay, one on one then. You could take one out before the other realised what was happening. You hold your breath, listening for any sign of the approaching footsteps getting any closer to your position as you take your knife from your belt. Maybe, just maybe, you could take one of them out before they knew what hit them.

The man who entered the dining room slowly enters the kitchen and rounds the island with his back to you as he inspects the walk-in pantry to your right. Perfect. You quietly leap from your crouched position, wrapping your free hand around his mouth to muffle the yell that escapes his lips as you kick the back of his knee and send him to the ground. The force of your arm has done its job, muffling the sound of his surprised yelp as you quickly stab the side of his throat and twist before pulling it out. His blood spurts out from the wound, and you close your eyes and wince as it hits your face. You let go of him, and his hand flies to his wound as he wheezes. In his final attempt, he fires the gun in his hand aimlessly to alert the other man.

Shit.

“Josh!” The other man yells from across the house, and his boots move quickly towards the kitchen.

Fuck.

The man - Josh - drops to the floor, his blood pooling out from his wound and covering the ground below him. His partner enters the room with his gun raised as he sees the bloody scene in front of him, his expression quickly shifting from one of annoyance to shock and anger.

You stand above Josh's body, his blood dripping from both your face and your knife, as the other man finally looks you in the eyes and raises his gun to you. You hold your breath as your attention is placed entirely on his intentions, and your mind races to come up with a plan to avoid getting shot.

You freeze, staring at the man in front of you. Your mind races as you try to calculate your next move in the split second you have before he pulls the trigger. Your thoughts are quickly interrupted by the sound of the trigger being pulled back. Your eyes widen as you dive back behind the counter, the bullet grazing the side of your arm, making you drop your knife in the process.

You fall to the ground behind the counter and scramble into a crouched position, grunting at the pain in your arm as you push yourself back up. You quickly assess your arm, noticing that the bullet had only nicked you and that the blood was only steadily oozing out of the small gash. It didn't appear to be anything too serious, but any amount of blood loss is dangerous in this world.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Who are you?” You demand, hoping they weren’t tracking you and just unfortunate to cross you.

“Think you know already bitch.” He snaps back.

Raiders. Fucking Raiders .

Two weeks, you’d been running from a group of raiders. Two long weeks. You were ambushed by the group while you’d been on the train tracks with Annabel. You had managed to shoot one of them before you bolted with Annabel’s hand in yours. Luckily, they wanted you both alive otherwise, you would have been shot as you ran. Or unlucky if you think about it.

Pretty women were hard to come by these days, they had said.

The man, clearly impatient, rounds the counter just as his friend did. Instead of attacking him, you move around the kitchen island to keep the counters between you. When reaching the next corner of the island, you find the path clear to the dining room. With a deep breath, you bolt from your hiding spot and run hunched over into the dining room. Shots are fired as you run and your hands cover the back of your head instinctively as you move to your next cover.

The man swears as his bullets miss you. As you run from the dining room and into the entryway, you notice the men have blocked the front door with a table. Sure, you could easily move it but the boots slamming into the wood panelling underneath him, you know you don’t have the time.

At your short stutter in movement, another bullet is shot and you duck. The bullet hits the table and you scramble into the living room, thankful he’s a shit shot.

Quick thinking has you lifting your baseball bat from the strap on your bag as you run past the stairs leading upstairs and into a connecting room. You slam the door shut as the man shoves against it with his shoulder as you force it closed with all your body weight. You’re thankful – yet again – the door has a lock and as the door is shoved again, you lock it.

Knowing a simple lock will not be enough to keep him out, You turn around and examine the room for anything to block the door with. Realising you have stumbled into an old nursery, you groan and shake your head.

Your brain going into overdrive, you decide to give up on blocking the door and stride over to the window. With a few tugs, you swear as you realise it’s locked. Looking around the room frantically for something to throw through the glass. But it’s a nursery, everything in here is soft and harmless.

Your head snaps to the door as he slams into it again, the sound of wood breaking. Time is ticking. You look down at the baseball bat in your hand and sigh, wishing you hadn’t dropped your knife. Knowing you have to fight him instead of fleeing, you pick up the heaviest toy scattered on the floor. You find a decent sized wooden toy truck and toss it a few times in your hand and shrug at the weight. Not perfect, but it’ll do.

You move towards the edge of the room besides the door. You wait with your bat in one hand and the toy raised in the other as the door creaks and groans. One last shove and the door breaks off its hinges and falls to the ground, leaving a cloud of dust in the air.

The man stumbles through into the room, shocked and unprepared at the sudden break of the door. While his brain catches up to the new environment, you locate the gun in his hand and throw the wooden toy at his hands as he raises the gun. With a shocked grunt, the man drops the gun and you re-grip the bat with both hands as you land a hit at the back of his head. He stumbles forward and you kick the gun across the room as he falls onto the crib in the middle of the room.

The wooden crib breaks under his weight and you step over broken wood before stopping beside him. You raise your bat and land another strong hit to the back of his head. The man screams in agony as he slumps into the pile of wood. You let out a puff of air before you lift the bat over your head and swing again, and he stills on the floor. The bat cracks as you hit his skull again and you swear as the wood breaks in two.

“Fuck,” You swear under your breath as you toss your favourite bat across the room in anger.

You nudge the man beneath you with your foot. He groans and you sigh. In this moment, you feel nothing. Your wound is there, the pain slowly creeping back into your body, but you don’t feel it. You aren’t afraid of death. You don't feel as protective towards Annabel as you should be. You are numb. Emotionless and void of feeling as you stare down at the man in front of you. His breaths come in short, panicked gasps. There is nothing you feel except the emptiness in your heart, your thoughts cold and indifferent to everything.

You are past the point of anger. You slip into nothing.

“And what do you do when you feel nothing?”

“I get the fuck away from everyone, listen to music.”

You attempt to wipe the blood off your face from the man you stabbed but end up smearing it across your face. “Stay here.” You sigh emotionlessly as you turn and leave the room.

Walking back into the kitchen, you step over the man you stabbed, picking up your knife. You kneel beside him, looting his body for anything useful. Your efforts are only rewarded with his gun and ammo.

Upon reentering the nursery, you find the man in the same spot. Blood is splattered around him from the blunt trauma to his head and you shake your head as you step towards him, his blood tainting what is supposed to be an innocent room.

Your expression is cold and determined as you stare down at him as he groans in pain. You lean down and grab onto his jacket as you turn him over onto his back. The wood cracks beneath him and moor blood seeps out from his head wound, staining what used to be a baby's crib.

You take a deep breath as you move to straddle him. He squirms under you and cries, his hands covering his bloody and puffy face. You take your knife in both hands and lunge it into his chest. His hands claw at your arms as he screams again. You pull your knife from his chest before using all your strength to piece his chest again. And again. And again.

His screams stop somewhere between the sixth and seventh time.

You blink as you stab him again, blood all over your hands as they shake on the handle of your knife as it lodges into his chest again.

You pull your knife from his lifeless body and stand up on shaky legs. You look down at your body, the front of your clothes soaked in crimson blood, and are struck by the intensity of your actions. You put your knife back into its sheath on your belt before you can do any more damage, taking in the sight all around you.

Turning back to the man you mutilated only moments ago, you sigh as you pick up his handgun from where you kicked it. You look down at the body in front of you; his body a testament to the brutality you'd just perpetrated. The blood-covered floor was a grim reminder of the violence that had just taken place.

You shrug your backpack from your shoulders and onto a changing table across the room. You take your gun from your holster and reload it with a new magazine. You bag their two guns and put your own back in its thigh holster.

Six years and thirty bodies now. Dean would be both proud and pissed.

After moving the table from the front door, you ran between houses and hopped fences to track back to Annabel as fast as you could, leaving bloody footprints as you went. The pain in your wounded arm is starting to become more noticeable as the adrenaline rush fades, reality sinking in, and you are beginning to wonder if you had done the right thing. But as you race back to Annabel, your mind is fixed on her well-being before anything else. You need to ensure that she is safe and unharmed, that no one has discovered her and is still alive. The thought of losing her terrifies you.

So when you open the front door of the house you were staying in and heard a man's voice, your anger rose again.

Closing the door behind you, you unholster your gun and quietly step down the hall towards the archway that leads into the lounge room. You take it slow, one step at a time, hoping the floorboards won't creak and give away your position. As you get closer and closer, the sound of laughter grows clearer and clearer in your ears. It's her. It's Annabel. And she's laughing? Just hearing her laugh lifts your heart and makes your chest clench as you step to the side of the archway.

You slowly step into the archway, your gun drawn and ready to fire any potential threat that crosses your path. You spot your niece sitting cross-legged on the couch first and then notice the dark curls of a man sitting opposite her, facing away from you as he laughs at something she said. You feel your heart race, your mind running on pure animalistic instincts as you try to identify this man sitting so casually, laughing with Annabel as she tosses her rubber ball in the air.

Your eyes narrow at the sight of him, and your trigger finger tightens ever so slightly. You would have shot him right then and there, but she’s laughing .

Annabel's eyes widen as they fall upon you in the archway, the gun in your hand a clear warning for her not to say anything. She lets the ball drop to the ground, and it rolls across the floor to the man.

“Get up, slowly." You bark the words at the unidentified man, your voice low and lacking any emotion. Your eyes are still fixed on him as you slowly enter the room, your gun still trained on him.

He sighs and slowly stands from the chair when you order him to, his back to you as he raises his arms. "You must be the aunt," he says in a calm tone, not showing any signs of the fear you'd expect. You can hear the slight note of recognition in his voice, and a chill goes down your spine as you hear him speak. You still don't take your eyes off his back, waiting for him to turn to face you.

"Turn around," you say in a cold, firm tone.

"Is that your blood?" Annabel's voice cracks as she takes in your bloody appearance, and her eyes widen as she stares at you in horror and fear.

He turns slowly with his arms still raised, and once again, you study him carefully as he faces you. Now that he faces you, you can see the black eye forming on his face, and your shoulders relax slightly. At least Annabel didn't let him in willingly. He has dark, curly, shoulder-length hair and a moustache but is otherwise cleanly shaven. He wears a dark blue button-up, his toned arms visible through the fabric.

"That’s a lot of blood," the man mutters under his breath as he takes in your appearance. You can see his eyes study your blood-stained body, travelling down and back again as they stop at the gash on your arm. His eyes on you make you feel sick. "You're hurt, I can-"

"Don't move." Your words stop him in his tracks, and it's evident from your tone that you won't tolerate him disregarding your instructions. “I’m fine.” You snap at the man and focus your gun on his head.

"You're bleeding, pal. You look like hell," the man says, his voice showing genuine concern. "Here, let me see your arm-" he adds, moving his hand to gesture in the direction of his bag across the room beside Annabel.

“I said don’t MOVE .” You shout, and his arm freezes in response to your shouted command. Your words echo through the living room, and for a moment, you and the man just stare at each other. Your emotions are mixed, between the pain and shock from your own injuries and the strange mix of guilt and suspicion you have towards this man who seems to be genuinely trying to help you. Your gun is still raised, your finger still on the trigger, and you still haven’t decided if you can trust him. You’ve killed two men today, you can easily make that number three.

A soft hand touches your arm, and you flinch in response, caught off guard by the sudden change in your surroundings. You hadn't noticed that your niece had moved, and she whispers into your ear. "He's not a raider, and he’s not him. " Your muscles tense even more as you glare at the man before you, ready to kill him at the first sign of betrayal. But the words of Annabel leave you in a state of disbelief. How does she know he's not a raider? But the conviction in her tone gives you pause.

You take your eyes off the man in front of you and look down at your niece beside you. Her eyes are soft and pleading with you, appealing to your sense of reason. You suck in a breath and close your eyes. You're tired, you're hurt, and you don't know what to think. But somehow, her words manage to penetrate the fog surrounding your thoughts, and for a moment, you entertain the possibility that she's right. You close your eyes and try to fight back the flashbacks of him.

“He won’t hurt us.”

“Annabel” You sigh. “You don’t know that. I didn’t think he would hurt me either.” You open your eyes and focus back on the man in front of you.

“He says he can help us. He’s heading to a town. A good town. Good people.” She rambles, trying to get her words out before you stop her again.

You scoff, shaking your head. “Are you fucking stupid?”

She laughs softly beside you, and the sound sends a chill down your spine. Her laughter is dark and void of humour, and her voice seems colder than you've ever heard it before. "Maybe I am," she says quietly, as if speaking to herself. "But I'm sick of running." The change in her attitude and tone worries you, but you're too exhausted to say anything about it.

You frown at your niece's confession and grip the gun in your hands. "Fuck," you mutter as you lower the gun. The man lowers his arms, but your eyes are fixed on him as you glare at him. "You make one dodgy move, and I will put a bullet between your eyes." You snarl at him, the tension in your voice making your intentions crystal clear. "Am I clear?" You wait for his reply, your eyes never leaving him. You don't trust him yet, but you're willing to hear him out.

The man nods. “The name’s Tommy.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes. “Just – just let me take a look at your arm. Or are you just gonna bleed to death?”

“Fuck you.” You snap, taking a step forward and wincing as you move your arm. “Fine.”

Tommy guides you over to the chair he'd previously occupied and has you sit down after taking your bag from you and placing it beside the couch. Your eyes never leave him as he moves, although Annabel's presence brings you a slight sense of comfort.

Tommy drags his bag over to the couch and sits down next to you; his legs stretched out in front of him as he places the bag between his legs."How's the pain?" he asks, studying your injury as his eyes go wide at the sight of your bloodied arm. A few drops of blood trail down from your arm and pool on the chair beneath you. As he speaks, you look over at his black eye and notice a few light bruises around his cheek and neck. Annabel had definitely gotten a few good hits in.

"Don't feel anything." You mutter a short and somewhat snippy response as he lifts your arm for a better look. He seems to ignore your attitude and simply focuses on assessing the severity of your injuries. "How's the eye?" You smirk at him, and his expression changes to one of amusement as he shakes his head, the black eye on his face clearly still bothering him. You can't help but feel a small sense of pride at seeing his injury.

The tension in the room is starting to shift, your mistrust for Tommy slowly turning to more mutual respect. Your niece had warned you that this man might not have been a raider and that he wasn't hostile. Now you're starting to believe her. He still hasn't given you enough reason to trust him fully, but your suspicions are slowly being tempered by curiosity.

"What happened out there?" Annabel asks as she rises from her chair and rounds the back of the couch to your bag, rummaging through it and pulling out your walkman and headphones. She tosses the headphones in your direction, and your tension eases ever so slightly as you catch the gesture from your niece. She knows your music calms you, a reminder of the safety and comfort you had back in your old home before everything fell apart.

Tommy digs through his own bag, taking out a water bottle and a small med-pack and placing it on the couch beside him. You appreciate the gesture and keep a watchful eye on the pack and any movements Tommy makes as you place one of your headphones over your ear while the one closest to Tommy sits behind your ear to hear him still. You turn on your walkman, the calming sound of music filling your ears and sending a surge of relief through you. Your heart begins to beat slowly and evenly as your muscles relax and your tension subsides.

"Ran into some raiders still tracking us," you say as you settle back onto the couch with your headphones still playing your music. Tommy takes the water bottle and pours it over your wounded arm to wash away some of the blood, and you can't help but sigh with relief as the water touches your skin. The music and the sensation of the water on your arm are enough to make you feel more at ease, and your eyes droop slightly with a sudden sense of relaxation.

"Must have been a lot of raiders, from the amount of blood on you," Tommy says while gesturing to your bloodied clothes. He tightens the lid back on the bottled water before placing it back on the ground and reaching for the med pack. You can't help but notice the needle and thread along with the bottle of alcohol rub, and your tension and suspicion heighten once again. Why does he need the needle and thread? Is he going to sew up your wound? The thought of him poking a needle into your injured arm makes your skin crawl.

"Just the two..." You start to say, but your words are cut short as your frown deepens at the sight of the needle. The man sighs in response to the expression on your face, and you wonder for a moment if he can read your thoughts. You consider objecting or fighting back, but with the pain beginning to creep into your arm and your emotions slowly coming back due to the music in your ears, you decide against it.

"Yes, I've done this before, and yes, this will hurt," the man answers your silent questions. His words are paired with an apologetic smile, which does nothing to ease the tension of the situation.

Tommy opens the bottle of alcohol rub and pours it onto a clean cloth from the med pack, using it to wipe your wound clean gently. You bite your lip and look away from him, still refusing to look at him directly.

Once satisfied, he places the bottle back in the pack and picks up the needle and thread from his lap. He holds the needle and thread in his hands, and your body tenses up even more when he moves towards your injured arm. "You need stitches," he adds. You know he's right, but the thought of the needle touching your wound and poking through your flesh makes your stomach churn, your heart pound and your breathing quicken. Your eyes remain glued to him, your body tensing in anticipation.

"Fine," you grit out through clenched teeth, turning away from Tommy as you refuse to watch him pierce your skin with the needle.

The music in your ear still plays at full volume, still sending waves of comfort into your mind and body. But your grip on the gun in your hand stays tight, your entire body on edge and tense. Your other arm remains held firmly in place by Tommy’s hand as the needle and thread pieces through your skin as he begins to patch you up, preventing you from making any sudden movements.

You focus on the music in your ears as Tommy stitches your wound, and Annabel watches from the armchair opposite you. Once he's finished stitching your wound, Tommy lightly taps your arm. You look over at him with confusion until he tilts his head down towards your arm, and you follow his gaze. Slowly and carefully, you lift your arm and inspect his work. To your surprise, Tommy has done a decent job; the stitches are small and even. You consider thanking him for sewing up your wound, but you find yourself unable to muster the words of appreciation.

"How many times have you been stitched up? You barely flinched," Tommy's voice breaks your thoughts as he finishes up and discards the remaining thread, closing up his med pack.

You remain silent for a moment, processing his question as you look at your new scar and wondering if you should answer it. You consider explaining that the music in your ears helped keep you calm or that your pride and desire not to seem weak kept you from making a fuss, but you decide against it. Instead, you simply shrug in response to his question, leaving him to draw his own conclusions.

"She has a weird tolerance to pain," Annabel suddenly interjects into the conversation, and both you and Tommy's heads snap towards her in surprise."I remember once when we were kids, she fell down a concrete path on a hill, and she pretty much tore all the skin from her leg," Annabel continues, and both you and Tommy share a look as you recall the memory. "There was so much blood, and she just got up and didn't care. I think I cried enough for her," Annabel adds lightly.

Tommy watches you, his face neutral but his eyes betraying a small flash of surprise at the revelation about your high pain tolerance.

You want to say something, anything, to deny Annabel's words, but you can't find the words to say. Instead, you simply smile slightly and shrug.

"Well then," Tommy nods in response to Annabel as he stands up from the chair. "I passed a river about an hour's walk back. How about we get you cleaned up, and then I can bandage that arm?" His smile warms his expression, and he extends a hand towards you.

Your response is immediate and harsh, swatting his hand away and glaring at him. "I can stand by myself," you growl out, and your tone and body language make your irritation clear. You're not ready to trust him yet, and he knows it. Even so, he continues to smile and keeps his tone light.

"Alright, little miss sunshine," Tommy teases in response to your glare, and you can't help but roll your eyes in annoyance.

You remove the headphones and turn off your walkman, stowing them away in your bag before standing to face him. You reluctantly holster your gun and cross your arms, glaring in his direction.

“If you try anything-”

"You'll shoot me, I get it, Sunshine," he responds with a smirk, unbothered by your harsh tone. He adjusts his bag on his back and begins to walk out of the room. His body language is relaxed despite the tension in the air. He doesn't seem to take any offence to your words or demeanour.

"I like him," Annabel grins as she picks up her own bag and begins to follow him. "He doesn't put up with your bullshit," she remarks as she passes you, picking up her ball on the way out, and you grimace slightly at her words, annoyed by her attempt at humour.

It took you two weeks before you stopped keeping a hand on your holstered gun around Tommy.

Now

Spring 2024

You continue tossing the rubber ball against the wall, your mind fixated on the object in your hands. Your mind wanders to the lifeless bodies that litter the room, the souls you took in cold blood. The room is cold to the touch and feels devoid of life. You look around at the corpses surrounding you and feel nothing. They deserved this. Deserved worse than this.

The soft groans from the last remaining man fill the room, where he sits tied to the chair in the middle of the room. He is barely alive after what you did to him, and you left him to suffer instead of a quick death.

You have never been one to believe in religion, but as you sit in the church basement, you feel uneasy about committing acts of murder on a once sacred ground.

You keep tossing the ball, watching it bounce off the rotting walls and floor, listening to the sound of it splashing in the blood that covers the floor. You try to focus on the ball and ignore the gruesome scene around you. But the more you try to block out the images, the clearer they become in the candle-lit room.

Your mind is a mess of conflicting emotions as you keep tossing the ball, flashbacks of your niece fill your thoughts—her laughter, her smile and then her blood as it soaks your clothes as you hold her for the final time. You throw the ball against the wall with even more force as you try to block out the thoughts of Annabel. The blood splatters over you from the splash from the ball, covering you in more cold blood. You sink to the floor, overwhelmed by regret and guilt.

You sit on the floor, surrounded by a sea of blood, numb to everything around you. Tears should've been streaming down your face, but no tears came. The tears never came, just numbness. You feel numb to the world, like a soulless creature who has lost their humanity. You are frozen in place, unable to move or see anything beyond the red blur in front of you.

You would kill for your old walkman. To have music again.

You listen to the footsteps and voices as they echo throughout the church, but you don't care who they belong to. You close your eyes, letting out a long, deep sigh, as you rest your head against the wall. You couldn't bring yourself to care or lift a finger to defend yourself.

You open your eyes and look up, finding Tommy staring at you, shock and relief on his face. He’s holding his rifle in his hands, and his eyes widen as he takes in the scene in front of him, at the mutilated man in the chair whose soft wheezes begin to rise at the sight of Tommy. Good , he is still alive and suffering.

Another man steps into the doorway behind him, but you don't care or pay attention to them, your mind still in a fog. You just stare back at Tommy with blank, empty eyes, not saying a word.

Tommy nods and steps over a body that blocks the doorway, followed by the man behind him.

“You were meant to wait for me.” Tommy avoids your eyes, his voice firm and authoritative as he stalks over to the tortured man.

“You were busy.” You mutter, mostly to yourself.

Tommy lifts the man's head by his hair and examines the torture and blood-stained scene you had caused. He nods in approval, a small smirk forming on both your faces as he lets the man's head drop back to his chest.

The man lets out a groan, but you feel no pity or sympathy for him. You feel a surge of satisfaction at the sound of the man's pain, a sense of justice being served for what he had done to your niece. He deserves to suffer for his crimes.

"They could have killed you, Sunshine," Tommy's southern accent drew out his words as you shook your head at his nickname for you. The nickname felt like a stab to the heart, a reminder of who you had been before your niece's death.

Maybe he still believes in you, even after everything you have done. Maybe there was still some good left in you, some shred of humanity. But you weren't so sure anymore. You enjoyed killing them, after all.

“I think we both know they didn’t stand a chance.” You huff out a dry laugh, frowning as your stomach begins to hurt from the movement.

Tommy shakes his head as he bends down to collect your knife and gun on the floor you had dropped after you had killed everyone.

You had become a deadly pair, hunting down and killing those responsible for your niece's death. Maybe you had lost yourself along the way to the neverending anger, but Tommy still believed in you and still saw the good in you even though you couldn't.

"Your luck will run out one day," the other man's voice startles you, sounding low and gruff. You look up from Tommy and turn your eyes towards the man behind him, who is holding a shotgun. You narrow your eyes, trying to remember who he is. You haven’t seen him around Jackson before. But even if he lived there the whole time, you were never good with faces. Who is he ? You remain wary and on edge, not sure who to trust except for Tommy.

Tommy seems to sense your distrust, and he turns back to the man behind him, his hand outstretched. “This is Joel. Remember?”

Joel? There was no way this was Joel, his brother, right?

“My brother.” He continues, and you tilt your head in a nod. “He was in Jackson for a night a while back... You remember that, right?”

You stare at Joel, studying his appearance and comparing it to Tommy's. He certainly looks like him, but he is definitely older. He has the same dark hair as Tommy but scattered with a few grey hairs. You aren’t sure whether that is from the stress of the apocalypse or his age.

Your brow furrows, and you shake your head, your memory of him lost. "I was beginning to worry that your first impression of me would be one of a blood-soaked killer." You grin through drowsily-lidded eyes as the exhaustion from the bloodshed begins to weigh heavily on you.

Joel keeps darting his eyes between you and the carnage around him. You can see him taking in the scene you had created, his face showing a mix of shock and curiosity.

“You don’ need to worry about what I think of ya, darl’” Joel mutters, his eyes not meeting yours as he nudges a corpse on the ground with his foot.

"Nice to know what you'll look like in a few years, though, old man," You chuckle with a lighthearted tone. But as you finish the sentence, you feel a pain in your stomach and begin to wince and cough. The air is tight in your lungs, and you can barely catch your breath. The adrenaline from the fight is slowly wearing off, making you more aware of your injuries. Your hand shoots to your stomach as you clutch it, trying to steady your breath through the new pain.

Shit . The anger and numbness is starting to slip, and you begin to feel your body once more. “Tommy,” You gasp as pain and panic soar through you.

Tommy shoves his gun into Joel's chest and strides the short distance to you. He kneels before you and assesses you for any of your injuries. His voice is stern as he questions, "How much of this blood is your own?" Although his voice is unwavering, you can see the fear in his eyes as he looks down at you.

You look down at yourself and see how much blood you are covered in. It is hard to tell what is yours or your victims' blood. You try to recall the fight, but everything is a blurry mess inside your head from your mind being clouded with anger. You feel sick, the pain creeping through your body. You aren’t used to physical pain; you don’t know how to deal with the unwanted feeling.

"I don't know," You reply. "I think most of it belongs to them..." You gesture towards the lifeless bodies that surround you.

Tommy nods and lifts up your shirt, and you let out a grunt of pain as the shirt is stuck to your skin from the blood. You wince at the sight, following his gaze to the large slash covering your stomach. Confusion washes over you, not understanding how you could have missed an injury like that. Reality begins to sink in at the state of your injury, and you feel terrified. A feeling you aren’t used to.

You let out another pained grunt as his hand reaches out to touch the wound, instincts taking over and making you grab his wrist defensively.

"Don't," You gasp, too weak to hold it together anymore. “It hurts Tommy. Why does it hurt?” The pain begins to rise along with the nausea. Your stomach churns, and your grip on Tommy tightens as you lean over to the side and dry reach. Tommy grabs your hair and holds it back with his free hand as you finally spill your stomach’s contents on the floor beside you. Your head throbs, the overwhelming dizziness clouding your head.

“You’re okay, Sunshine. You’re going to be okay.” Tommy whispers, letting go of your hair and wiping the vomit from your mouth.

“She good?” Joel questions from across the room.

Tommy slowly nods. “It’s not deep, but if she’s feeling the pain, it's fucking bad.” He grimaces at the sight of your stomach.

Tommy reaches his hand out to Joel and asks for the bandages in his brother's backpack. Joel shifts his backpack off his back and kneels on the blood-stained floor as he digs through his bag to find the supplies.

You wheeze, the pain of vomiting with your wound overbearing.

Tommy catches the bandages as Joel tosses them to him. He unravels the bandages and sighs an apology before applying pressure to your wound. You grit your teeth, suppressing a groan at the pain.

Joel moves over to the man you had left alive and studies his injuries. “She really do all this by herself?”

Tommy holds back a laugh as he tries to slow your bleeding. “What can I say? She learnt from the best.” He teases.

After managing to slow the bleeding, he begins to wrap your stomach in bandages, taking care to apply the bandage tightly. Tommy takes his time with careful hands to make sure it is done correctly and protects you from further damage. The entire process is done with care and concern, your well-being being the most important thing to him at the moment.

You roll your head to the side and search for the rubber ball, spotting it in a pool of blood. You go to reach for it, but Tommy leans over and picks it up, shaking the blood from it and pockets it.

Tommy swears as you cry out in pain as he slips a hand under your outstretched legs and behind your back. He grunts as he lifts you up into his arms, and you grip his jacket tightly. You press your head into his chest, trying to distract yourself from the pain that is starting to creep through your veins. The adrenaline that surges through your body in the heat of the fight begins to wane, and the full impact of the pain starts to set in. You try to remain calm and still, your breaths shallowing as you wait for the pain to pass.

Tommy turns and walks past Joel, pausing in the doorway as his brother speaks up. "We're not killing him?" Joel questions, his tone sceptical as he gestures to the man tied to the chair with his gun. He looks back at us, where you remain nestled in Tommy's arms.

“Was gonna let him suffer,” you explain between breaths, and Tommy’s hands hold you tighter at your words. “But you can do whatever you want to him.” You mumble as you lean into Tommy’s embrace, the blood loss making you exhausted.

Joel nods and points his shotgun at the tied man.

You feel the warmth of Tommy's body and his heart beating against your cheek, giving you a sense of comfort. You raise your head to look at him as his voice shouts over his shoulder as he leaves the room to ascend the stairs from the basement, "And do it quick! We gotta get her back to the clinic."

Joel's voice drifts through the walls, uttering a few muffled words. But before you can decipher what he said, a gunshot stops the other man's pleas, and the walls around you shake. Time seems to stand still as you realise what has just happened. The man was dead, and that gunshot had meant one thing - Joel had done the deed. Finishing what you started.

Chapter 2

Notes

Hey guys!! I've been writing and posting small concepts of this story and decided to start writing a more detailed story.

Thank you for all the love so far! This is my first longer fic that I've actually stuck with and I'm really glad you are all enjoying it as much as I enjoy writing it!

Divider by the beautiful saradika

Also a layout of the house mentioned in the first part!

#joel miller #pedro pascal #the last of us #joel tlou #tlou #tlou2 #tlou hbo #fanfiction #joel fanfic #joel x f!reader #joel x reader #joel x you #joel x y/n #tommy miller #tlou tommy

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evanpfics · 10 months

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Boy Next Door (I)

Tate Langdon x Reader (Angst/Story)

Warnings: cussing, arguing, stalkish vibes, mentions of an affair (wc: 2.8k)

The story is somewhat based on AHS murder house, a lot was changed though but I used it for inspiration. If you have any feedback or notice mistakes let me know kindly!

You decided to move out of Orlando, FL and into Los angeles, CA after your father had an affair with your bestfriend.

You resented your father for it, you blamed him for ruining your family’s bond. you also found it disturbing how he went for someone near your age when he was double it.

Both of your parents stayed silent the whole ride only talking to ask you if you needed anything or when they had to make quick stops for gas. You enjoyed the silence since it’s only been yelling and mayhem since your mom caught your dad in the act.

You found yourself drifting to sleep being drawn into the sounds of cars passing by, driving always had a certain sound you enjoyed.

After what seemed like seconds you woke up to the car passing a speed bump, hard. It woke you up abruptly.

“We’re here!” Your dad said excitedly.

You peered out the car window seeing a red-bricked unkept house. The garden practically suffocating the house in weeds and all sorts of plants, looked like it had no one living there for decades.

“It could use some work, but I’m sure If we worked together we can make it look brand new. Woo! Right guys?” Your dad continued sounding very proud.

Silence.

You felt the awkwardness take over and you sighed heavily before leaving the car.

Your dad was always the more excited happy one. Sad he had to make stuff sort of weird.

Your dad looked over at your mom with a awkward confused look planted on his face. Your mom rolled her eyes in response as she left the car as-well.

Leaves and plants crunched under your shoes as you walked up the few steps and reached the front door.

Your fingers guided between the crevasses of the reddish brown bricks. You can see dirt and dust leave a residue on your finger tips and you rubbed it on skirt in disgust.

You soon regretted that as the dirt left a off putting color on your skirt as you tried to wipe that away as-well. You can hear your mom trail behind you as she begins to unlock the front door.

“Oh dear, don’t get your clothes too dirty y/n. We don’t know if the washers here work yet and the closest laundromat is god knows how far.” She groaned.

You nodded your head in response as she stepped inside allowing you to soon follow.

“Go ahead and pick out your room honey, me and your dad are gonna.. figure out what to do with this place.” She said exhaustingly, sounding already tired of this place.

Can’t blame her, seemed like a lot of work just for this place. Pricing for this place was unbelievably low, you never questioned why but you assumed it was because of how unkept this place was.

You found the stairs and slowly made your way up them observing the wooden steps and hanging chandelier.

Floor boards creaked each step you took.

After seeing every room you finally chose yours. Each room was already furnished and you were surprised with the one you chose. It matched what you envisioned your room which you found odd since sellers normally go for more.. modern looks. Especially for a house like this.

You walked around your room admiring each little thing about it. Most of it seemed used as if someone was still living here. You found it odd but just assumed that if there was someone here you would’ve known by now.

After awhile of admiring antiques around your room you start to make your way down stairs to tell your parents about your chosen room.

As you step off the final step you see your parents talking to an unfamiliar woman dressed in a, maid uniform?

“Ah honey! Meet our.. new maid.” She said hesitantly unsure what to really call her.

The woman turned around revealing her elderly face. Even elderly she was quite pretty, you can see almost a story behind her eyes.

She was a red-head, half blind, fragile looking woman.

She stared at you shortly before shooting you a gentle smile.

“Hello dear, and you guys can call me Moira.”

You crept your way towards your family as the woman stuck out her hand. You shook it.

“Its nice to meet you” You said after the handshake. “Since when did we get a maid?” You asked as you stared at your parents giving them a confused look.

“Uhm well, we aren’t too sure about the idea yet. She insisted and-“ your dad said before getting cut off.

“Im willing to work for free” The woman budged in. “I can cook, clean, and do anything you’d like. Im great at it i assure you. Can do as much as cooking you cuisine to getting the most riggest stains out of whatever you’d like” she said shooting your parents a soft smile.

Her smile and attitude made you feel save. Plus her elderly figure kind of added on into your comfort. Oddly.

“Then.. I guess it will be fine, but really. Are you sure your find with working for free? I mean, we hardly know you and that just seems to generous of you.” Your mom replied, sounding very confused from her offer.

“Of course, all I ask for is for a break every Halloween to visit my mother and every other Holiday to just relax.” Moira gently stated.

“Oh my god of course, take as much time as you need. Doing this for us is already a big thing.” Your mom said sounding happy.

The room got quiet as Moira nodded and started prepping and cleaning dishes to cook, randomly.

You made your way back up the stairs and into your room. You plopped yourself on the bed before remembering you forgot to tell your mom you chose your room.

You groaned disappointingly.

“New neighbors, huh?” You heard from in-front of your bed.

You jolted up almost panicked as you stared up at what caused the noise.

You see a blonde haired boy not too far from your age staring down at you. His eyes seemed dark and empty.

“Who the hell are you?” You snapped sounding scared but trying to hide that so you would sound more intimidating.

The boy smiled, his eyes still empty which freaked you out by the lack of visible emotion behind them.

“I’m Tate. Tate Langdon. I’m your neighbor.” The boy said as he sat beside you along your bed.

You moved your legs away from him now having your knees to your chest.

“Scared?”

“No.” You stuttered a bit. Your face made slight visible frustration as you heard your own voice stutter.

Tate hesitated before laying his back on the bed.

“Now he’s just overdoing it. Getting way to comfortable and I hardly even know him.” You thought.

“Do you.. need something?” You asked after awhile of debating if you should just leave or figure out what the hell this dude is doing.

He looked over at you taking awhile to reply as he just stared. It made you uncomfortable.

“Sorry.” He said before trailing out your door.

Visible confusion took over as you wondered what just happened. You were glad dude wasn’t a total weirdo.

It still was really odd. Like who does that?

After a bit of processing on your bed you stood up unpacking your clothes.

You thought everything in your room is beautiful and felt unbelievably lucky.

You stuffed your drawers with clothes.

You took out your very few records.

“Shit.” You thought to yourself.

You packed your records but totally forgot the god damn record player.

You lightly needed your eye brows in frustration before hearing a sound behind you.

You jolted towards the sound to see what caused it.

Nothing.

You slowly walked towards your nightstand expecting some sort of rat or spider judging based on the house.

Sudden rattling was heard from under your bed which really crept you out.

After awhile of going back and fourth on weither or not you even want to look under the dark shadow under your bed possibly being greeted by some human sized pest.

Which was just you exaggerating; but the idea still made you shiver.

You finally gain the courage to look under your bed.

You laughed at yourself a bit seeing as nothing was there, but a box shaped object?

You pulled it out.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

“This house must be able to fucking read minds!” You thought to yourself.

You opened the box in half revealing a record players interior.

You blew away the visible dust smiling in delight that your misfortunate forgetfulness didn’t totally turn out horribly.

You took the record out of its sheet and gently placed it onto the record player lightly pressing the needle onto the record allowing it to play.

You lightly hummed to the songs rhythm as you set the record player on your dresser. You finished taking everything out of your bags as you plop them on the floor kicking them under your bed.

You left your pajamas on the bed. You picked them up swiftly before deciding to take a quick shower before you slept. You entered the bathroom being able to see the white marbled tub and beautiful white tiles.

The house definitely looked better from the inside than the outside. You set your clothes neatly on-top of the counter as you prepped your shower. The drops of water echoing through out the bathroom.

You got undressed and placed yourself in the shower allowing yourself to relax under the showers soothing rain. You quickly washed your hair and body before stepping out, turning the shower off as you exited.

You dried yourself off before hearing glass shatter and screaming coming from downstairs.

You frantically dried the rest of your body and changing into your clothes before running down the stairs, steps creaking as you make your way down.

You found your father yelling at someone whom you have never even seen in your life. You exhaled in relief since you thought something more outrageous happened. You watched them argue hidden behind the corner.

It was just the glass vase that dropped, you were a bit upset since the base wasn’t totally horrible looking. After hearing their argument you assumed it was one of your dads patients.

He often treated patients. He was a therapist. He held his sessions at home so the patient must’ve came by to be treated just to be unhappy with whatever service he provided.

“You said you would help me! Not just constantly treat me as if I’m fucking crazy. IM NOT FUCKING CRAZY, YOU UNDERSTAND?” The patient screamed.

“Please just calm down, I never said you were crazy, okay? i just-“

“FORGET YOU AND YOUR SHITTY SESSIONS! I CAN FIND SOMEONE WAY BETTER WHO CAN ACTUALLY HELP.” The patient yelled, cutting your dad off, giving him no time to speak.

The door slammed shut. Your dad exhaled sternly massaging his forehead. He placed his clipboard on the nightstand near the door before grabbing the broom and sweeping up the remains of the broken glass.

You shuffled towards him as his eyes met yours.

“Oh hello sweetheart, do you like the house so far?” He smiled as if nothing happened.

You nodded.

“Mhm.” You hummed. “I picked out my room and everything, do you know where mom is?” You questioned.

He swept up the rest of the glass before responding. “Yeah.. yeah. She’s helping the maid clean. You know how she is. Would feel too bad letting her do it alone even if she insisted.”

You smiled. “That’s totally her.” You replied as you looked around unsure what to really do.

“Oh yeah!” You said as you recalled the strange boy in your room earlier. “Did you by chance have a certain patient here? One named tate langdon.”

Your dad looked at you then away trying to recall anyone named Tate.

“Blonde hair.. green and black striped-“

“Oh! Tate, yes.” Your dad shouted lightly as he remembered who you were asking about.

“He had set an appointment with me earlier after we found out we were neighbors. How do you know him?” Your dad asked before making his way into the kitchen dumping the broken glass out into the trash can.

“Ah nothing, just overheard the name and got curious.” You said hesitantly.

“Hm.. okay. You should head to bed honey the trip was unbelievably longer than expected just to get here.” He said reluctantly.

You made your way back upstairs and into your room. The music still flooding the room making you instantly feel safe. You laid down onto your bed wrapping yourself in your blankets before dozing off to sleep.

…

You felt a dent form in your mattress. You can hear your record playing then stopping then playing again over and over due to the needle finally reaching the end of the whole record creating light buzzing sounds.

You lifted your upper body up rubbing your eyes. You open them.

You jolted back opening your mouth getting ready to let out a scream.

A hand quickly covered your mouth before even being able to let out the slightest noise. Their reflexes kind of caught you off guard.

Your body squirmed as you grabbed their arm trying to remove it. They fought back making you have to take time to catch your breath knowing they would overpower you easily, no matter how hard you tried.

“Stop. STOP!” They yelled still in a quiet tone making sure no one else can hear it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have scared you like that. Please.”

Your eyes locked with theirs. You stared at your clock seeing as it was 2:30AM. You store back at him making eye contact with him again.

You nodded your head hesitantly still a bit shaken up. They removed their hand and you continued to catch your breath.

“What are you doing here, Tate?”

He stared at you making himself put up an almost fake looking smile.

“This use to be my room you know? Still have all of my stuff in it. Not that you seem to mind.” He said as he looked around the room then staring at his moved record player.

“Oh shit, my bad. I didnt know any of this was yours.” You said slightly panicked.

“Don’t worry about it, I don’t need any of this stuff anymore so don’t think about it too much.” He gently stated.

“This stuff is kind of old anyways, hardly come in here anymore anyways.”

You planted a confused look on your face.

“So how old are you?” You questioned him.

“Y/A. I’m y/a.” He said sounding somewhat more stern. Caught you off guard.

He surprisingly was the same age as you.

“Do you still come into here or something?.. since you said you hardly come in here anymore.” You asked sounding puzzled.

He stared at you as if he was trying to find out what to say.

“No, no. I just- no. When this use to be mine I mainly hung around outside of the house. Hardly ever really home.” He hesitated.

“Why’s that?” You questioned.

He seemed a bit surprised from your sudden interest in what he has to say.

“Well, my moms a real bitch. My dad left at a young age probably because of her too. Wouldn’t be surprised.” He chucked to himself.

You were a bit surprised and stunned from his openness. Like yeah you did ask, but you weren’t expecting him to just dive into it.

“How did you even get in here?”

“Extra key. Kept it and the owners never asked for it sooo..” he said as he held up a key.

You sighed.

“Well, can you at least not just sneak up on me whenever? It gets kind of uncomfortable. I hardly know you.”

He laughed a bit.

“Well, as far as I’m concerned, you know more about me then I do you. Don’t even know your name.” He said clicking his tongue.

You rolled your eyes. “I’m y/n.”

“Y/n? That’s a nice name. Very nice to just hear.”

You smiled a bit.

“See? Now we are more acquainted. So, can I come in here whenever now?”

Your face became stern.

“Fine Fine.” He sighed sarcastically.

“Can I at least still visit you?” He smirked. His smile seemed actually real this time.

“I guess, but don’t expect much. I’m not gonna warm up to you just because I know your name. Your still just some creep who broke into my room, twice now.” You stated.

He stood up, he walked to the door before staring back taking in the view of his room. He smiled at you before leaving.

Something about his eyes drew you in, but also made you scared of what could be in them. He seemed sweet, but it felt as if there was something.. beyond that.

It made you oddly interested in the guy.

Hoping to meet him again soon.

Inspired by American Horror Story; Murder House. (2011)

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romanarose · 7 months

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Kiss It Better

Joel Miller x gn!pregnant!reader

Masterlist : Taglist

Summery: You catch Joel staring the scar on this forehead.

Warnings: Mention of suicide attempt and child death

short lil dabble from last minute inspo

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Life was good these days. Tommy said he hadn't seen Joel this happy in 20 years; you had a good life together. You and Joel were happy together, you were parental figures to Ellie and now had a little one on the way. As a family, you frequently spent time with Tommy and Maria and their two kids; Tommy was a fun uncle, to be sure, always showing Ellie the new guns and gadgets he got or made. In fact, all of you were on your way over to their house for dinner now. Yeah, everything was good, you and Joel were happy.

Joel was in the bathroom washing hands before you head out, and you wabble over to the bathroom to ask him for a hand down the stairs. At 8 months, you were a little off balance and didn't want to risk a fall.

"Hey sweetie, can you-"

He tries to hide it but you saw him, leaned into the mirror and poking at his scar on his forehead.

"Oh, hey darl'n, you ready to head down?" Joel tried to act as if it hadn't happened.

"What were you doing, baby?"

Joel sighed, realizing he'd been caught. "Noth'n I was just... hope'n it'd faded way by now."

You feel your shoulders droop as your head leans over. "Sweetheart... It's been 20 years, don't think it's going to fade away any more."

"I know." He wouldn't look at you as he began cleaning up his beard trimmings.

Carefully, you approach him. “What are you worried about, Joel?"

He signs, fidgeting with the faucet. "The baby. I just don't know how I'm gonna explain something like that. Don't want 'em think'n I'm weak or can't protect them because of it."

No wonder he'd be acting strange. You take his hand and guide him to your bed so you can sit him down. Still holding his hand, you catch his sad eyes. "You got nothing to be ashamed of. You lost your daughter, baby. That's enough to make anyone want to end it, with or without the world ending around you. But you survived it, and you survived the next twenty year. You pulled together for your brother, for Ellie, for me-" You place his hand over your large stomach. "And you'll do it for the baby. Know why? Because you are a protector at heart. You are a protector, a provider, a good man, and the love of my life."

Joel nodded, but looked unconvinced. "With Ellie it was... different. She needed to hear it, to hear the real story... after everything she'd been through, you know? I just don't know how to talk about that sort of thing."

"You don't have to." You assure him. "We can just say someone shot and missed, I can talk to them if you'd like. It's your story to tell. We can only hope that baby never knows the loss that you, me and Ellie have... but we still live in this world gone mad. Whatever happens, they'll know how strong their parents are. They'll know they have a sister, and one in heaven. A sister their dad and uncle loved so dearly they did everything in their power to save her. They'll know how much their dad and uncle loved each other and how for years they were all they had. They'll know about Tess, Frank, Bill, Reilly, and everyone who made up a family when everything had fallen apart. And they'll know, more than anything," You bring his hardened, calloused hands up to your lips for a kiss, locking in with Joel's watery eyes. "That their family loves them, and will do everything to keep them safe and happy."

Joel closed his eyes tightly, attempted to hide back tears but one escaped. "Thank you baby, that means a lot." He wipes back the wetness with his flannel and stands, aiding you in rising. Joel doesn't let go, arms wrapped around you, and you kiss his temple right where his scar is.

"I love you, Joel Miller. Every part of you."

The moment was broken by Ellie yelling up the stairs that you two are taking too long and she was walking over to Tommy's. He was fixing up an old motorcycle and she wanted to learn.

You smile and laugh as the door opens and shuts, Joel carefully aiding you down the stairs.

Joel Miller loved you, he loved his brother, his sister in law, his daughter, his niece and nephew and he loved that little life growing inside you, and you knew he'd do whatever it took to protect the life he had now, including taking care of himself.

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seonghwa-potatos · 9 months

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Hidden love

Sung. Gif

summary: you had liked Seth for a while now, thinking you both felt the same way you come face to face with a lie.As your heart drops sunghoon the man you hated appears being there for you. Sunghoon tells u he's liked you for a long time.Then realization hits, you've been in love with him.

pairings: Enemy!SungHoon x neighbor!reader

warnings: confession prank (not sunghoon), m!masturbation, fingering, enemies to lovers, sunghoon is cocky, smut

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Sitting in class you look up, seeing Seth looking right at you. You wondered why he looked at you, you tried to focus on your work, but you became flustered with how he just stared at you the whole class time.Then the bell rang. Gathering your items he comes up towards you.”Y/N could I talk to you?” he says , you could tell he was nervous about something. “Um yea” you say.You follow him out to the halls and he then stops turning towards you.”So I wanted to say” he pauses looking really nervous as he struggles to say what he wants to say.You hold his arm “You can say what you need to say” you say reassuring him.”I Like you” he says looking down.You hug him immediately.”I like you too silly” you say smiling he then pushes you onto the floor.

”Did you guys get that” Seth says as his friends with cameras record.Your heart drops, knowing he was just playing with you.”I like you too silly” he says mocking me.Tears begin to swell in your eyes. “You must've thought I really liked you, huh” he says, bending at your level.”So, your gonna do what I say, if you don't want this video exposed” he says smiling patting your head.All of a sudden he tackled by Sunghoon, the man you hated was helping you.He began to beat his face in, going left and right as the others tried pulling him off.You go to him “Sung Hoon, Sunghoon stop!” you yell.He gets off them.

Takes both phones from the other people deleting the videos.He then grabs your arm walking fastly.”Sunghoon j-just let go” you say pulling his arm off. He turns “Thanks, b-but I don't need your help” you say as you shed a tear looking down.He hits the lockers next him surprising you, you look up.”I don't care if you needed my help or not, If they mess with you again, you let me know'' he says you saw pure rage in his eyes which shook you up a bit.You just nod wiping your tears away.The man you hated helped you, you couldn't believe it because all these years you and him were at each other's throats.”Why’d you help me, don't you hate me” you say looking at him. “Y/N, I can be a decent fucking human too okay” he says laughing a little.You both walk outside the highschool.You began to have multiple tears fall and you try wiping them off fast because you didnt want to cry over a guy like that, but you couldn't help it.

“Are you crying?” he asks.”No, no I'm not” you say as you shed another tear.” Why cry over someone like him” he says as you guys begin walking to your houses.”Well I like him, and he took it as a joke, so yea ima cry” you say irritated with him.”But i'll be okay, there's another guy I like anyway” you say trying to smile through the pain. “Can you not like other guys?” he says signing.Startled you say “ why not?” you say.”Look, you always get hurt and I cant watch anymore” he says stopping looking at you. In Front of both of your houses.You both were neighbors who hated each other since you guys were 12 when he moved in. “You can't watch anymore?” you say looking at him confused. “N-nothing” he says, turning about to go to his house.You grab his arm making him turn back around. “Well of course it's not nothing, what's wrong? You say as he looks down at you. You gulp because his gaze made you nervous. He grabs your face with both hands kissing you.He pulls away with his hands still on your face still.”Let me love you” he says as you stare in shock.Blood rushed to your face immediately.

” Give me a chance, to show you, you own my heart” he says pulling away walking towards his house closing the door as you stand outside.You eventually walk into your house falling to the floor behind the door.You had realized you were in love with Sunghoon this whole time.You get up, opening the door you run to Sunghoons house.Knocking you wait.He opens the door. “Y/N” he says looking down “ you lift his head up , holding his head kissing him as you close his door. He kisses back holding your waist.He pulls away suddenly turning around. “I-I'll be back” he says walking at an angle he goes into the bathroom.You wondered if he had got a boner. Your inner impulse causes you to go into the bathroom and you see him jerking off. “Y/N!, I-I can explain” he says as he hurrys pulling his boxers up.He begins to pull his pants up but you stop his hand.”Sung Hoon its okay, I gave you a boner so I might as well help you” you say getting on your knees.You pull his boxers down as it springs out.He was huge which lowkey worried you.You put your mouth on his tip, licking around in circles teasing him.Looking up you see him look away from your gaze biting his lip.

He lets a groan out as you put more than the tip in your mouth.”Y/N” he says as he grabs your hair” pushing you in.You begin to gag as he pushes deeper into your throat.Pulling out he cums on your face. “S-sorry Y/N” he says as he wipes the cum off your face. “It's okay” you say, kissing him as he shoves his tongue down your throat opening the bathroom door. He kisses you in the kitchen.He picks you up.Putting you onto the counter.”Y/N are you sure about this” he says looking into your eyes.”Because I don't think Ill be able to control myself anymore” he says as he breathes looking down.”Don't go easy on me” you say pushing his chin up with your knee smiling. He lets a heavy breath out as soon as you say that.He pulls your underwear down from your skirt.Putting his hand in he circles around your folds looking at you he says “You have no idea how much I've wanted you “ he says as he puts two fingers in you.You moan at his ear, causing you to go red as he looks at you.”Oh, my God, Do that again” he says going at a constant speed.

Moaning into his ear you hear his breath get harder.You cummed on his fingers. Pulling his fingers out he says “your so cummed so much for me” he says looking at you smirking.He kisses you as bits of saliva keeps you connected as he pulls away. “You're mine, and I don't share” he says, breathing heavily.”You know everytime before you made me mad, I fantasized about you.” He says taking you off the counter.He then leads you to his room.You take his shirt off kissing his body you feel him twitch.Pushing him on the bed you face him telling him you're gonna ride him.He stops you. “Are you sure?” he says, holding your waist. “Aren't you a virgin?” he says “how’d you know?” you say looking at him sideways. “Oh, Oh not like that, I wouldn't care if you were a virgin or not, b-but I just want you to be comfortable” He says,but he didn't answer your question. “ How’d you know?” you say once again.”Um well those guys you’ve liked in the past ,I made sure they wouldn't get near you” he says looking down.

“Damn you were jealous this whole time” you say laughing a little. “ You call that jealousy,believe me when I say it's not jealousy if you can still spread your legs.” he says as he grabs your hips flipping you onto your back. Surprising you, you yelp as he pulls your hips to him.Putting himself at your entrance. “You said not to go easy on you remember” he says as u gulp.He enters you making you moan as you feel him inside thrusting.”and yes I was jealous but could they make you as good right now, no,no they couldn't” he says as he goes deeper in you.”Sunghoon” you say moaning as your legs begin to shake.He started pounding your pussy making your moans more like pants now. “I hate it when they looked at you” he says groaning “you know your mine, right?” he says going deeper you say “Y-yes” you moan out. “Good, because you were mine before you even knew it” he says pulling out watching you squirt onto him leaving your legs twitching he leans down to your neck he starts sucking onto it.

You were so sensitive around your neck. “S-Sunghoon” you say stuttering “p-please n-not- “He sucked harder and harder on your neck making you shake because you couldn't handle it you cum again.He pulls away.“ You look so good, even after I've pounded you.” he says smirking, cocking his head to the side looking at how you're breathing hard and heavy.

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lynzishell · 9 months

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~*~The Beginning~*~

*knock* *knock* *knock* [keys jangling, fitting into lock] [muffled voices] Aurelio: Thank you for doing this, I really appreciate it.

Aurelio: Phoenix? You here? Phoenix: *muffled* Go away. Aurelio: He’s here, he’s okay. Thank you again!

Aurelio: Hey man, you gave us quite a scare. You okay? Phoenix: …. Aurelio: No, of course you’re not okay. I heard about Greta. I’m so sorry. I know how much you loved her. Phoenix: … Aurelio: Hey. Talk to me. Phoenix: … Aurelio: Come on. You’ll feel better if you sit up and talk about it. Phoenix: …

Aurelio: Alright. I’ll tell you what. If you don’t talk, then I’ll have to sing. Phoenix: … Aurelio: I will sing to you. Phoenix: … Aurelio: Okay.. [clears throat and begins singing] Sometimes in our lives, we all have pain, we all have sorrow. Phoenix: *groaning* Aurelio: [continues singing] But if we are wise, we know that there’s always tomorrow. Phoenix: Ok Aurelio: [singing louder] Lean on me when you’re not strong, and I’ll be your friend, I’ll help you carry on!

Phoenix: Ok ok I’m up Aurelio: [singing louder still] For it won’t be long, till I’m gonna need somebody to lean on! Phoenix: I said I’m up!

Aurelio: Good… good, now talk to me.

Phoenix: [taking a breath] I fucked up! I fucked everything up! And now everything’s gone to shit. I fucking killed him. Sure, he was a monster, but what am I? I’m a fucking killer now? What am I supposed to do with that? And I lost Greta. Do you know what she said to me? She doesn’t feel safe with me. What the fuck?! I appreciate you all having my back and lying for me… but maybe you shouldn’t have. What do I even do now? I’m alone in this dump of an apartment. I have no job. I only have enough in savings to get through next month. Then what? I can’t even look at myself in the mirror. I don’t know who I am anymore, Aurelio.

He didn’t even notice he had started crying until he had to stop to wipe his nose.

Phoenix: FUCK! Why are you here?!

Aurelio: I’m here because I care about you, because you’re my best friend. I know exactly who you are. You are Phoenix fucking Realta. You are smart, resourceful, determined. All the things you moved here for, they’re all still out there waiting for you. And you’re not alone. I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere. In fact, I got into SMMI. I’m moving into the student housing apartments in the Arts Quarter in a couple months.

Phoenix: Congratulations. Aurelio: Thank you. Look, I know it’s been an awful year so far. Maybe you need someone to talk to, to work through the whole mess, and that’s okay. I've started seeing a therapist, only a couple sessions so far, but it's good. And I think it'd be good for you too, if you're willing. Julian and I will help. Phoenix: Ok. Aurelio: Yeah? Phoenix: Yeah. Aurelio: Good.

Phoenix: Thanks. Aurelio: You’re welcome. Phoenix: … Aurelio: Y’know, we have our whole lives ahead of us. And you are going to do great things. I know it.

Aurelio: This isn’t the end, ok? This is just the beginning.

Prev // Next

Personal story under the cut:

This post is dedicated to two amazing friends I had in high school. At the time, I was suffering from a deep depression, and had stopped speaking (a trauma response that still affects me from time to time). One day my friends pulled me out of bed and took me for a walk to the park on a sunny day. While we were there, they tried to get me to talk to them. But I couldn’t. So, instead, they sang this song to me… at the top of their lungs. And it was amazing. It didn’t solve anything. I didn’t speak for another couple months, and my depression lasted years more. But that moment will forever be a bright spot in a very dark time. To this day, anytime I feel down, I think back to that day and smile. After everything I put Phoenix through this week, I felt like he needed a moment like that… even if it’s super cheesy.

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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52 and 16 with robin please?!?!?!?

(“Don’t leave me.” + “It breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry.”)

A/N: The scene where this gif is from broke my heart. My heart hurt so much for her

After bringing the boxes to the helping center, Robin, Dustin and Steve decided to stay and offer their help as volunteers. Dustin had been assigned to serve cups of water, and Steve and Robin were on clothes sorting duty.

Naturally, Steve began telling her about his love life. Only, this time, it wasn’t about Heidi or Linda or sex, it involved his ex-lover Nancy Wheeler.

‘’Now that Jonathan’s here, all my chances at rekindling with Nancy have gone with the wind. I almost had her. We got so close these past days, but the guy shows up in his pizza delivery van and-’’

Steve’s voice turned into an echo as Robin's attention derived, catching something- someone in the distance, butterflied filling her stomach. The shirts she was holding fell on the kids table and a smile bloomed on her lips, seeing you in the distance sitting on a camp bed.

''Robin? Robin, are you listen-'' Steve looked up, realizing Robin was no longer listening, and followed his friend's vision field. A smile formed on his lips when he saw you.

Since the whole Vecna thing began, she had been thinking about you, worrying about you. What if Y/N becomes Vecna's next victim? She is seeing Mrs. Kelly too, you know. If she rises in the air, no one will know what to do and how to save her. Even if they did know, would they know her favorite song? I do, it's Heroes by David Bowie.

After they got back from the Upside Down, after the gates merged, Robin told Steve that, next time she would see you, she's gonna make a move and ask you out. It was probably some words in the air after almost dying, but Steve wanted her to keep her words, having a feeling that the outcome would be positive.

‘’What are you gonna do, Robin? Just stand here and gawk at her?’’

‘’Shut up.’’

She stepped around the table and walked over to the rapid care area where the beds were - where you were.

As she got closer, Robin noticed a cut above your eyebrow and a bandage around your arm. You must’ve gotten hurt during the ‘earthquake’.

‘’You’re hurt.’’

You flicked your eyes up at the raspy voice, meeting Robin’s familiar face. ‘’Yeah… My house sort of…split in half?’’ you explained, still having difficulty believing and processing what happened. ‘’Crazy earthquake, uh?’’ You forced a laugh.

‘’What happened to your arm?’’

‘’I fell. I was looking for Berlioz during the earthquake and I lost balance.’’

‘’Berlioz? Like the gray kitten in The Aristocats?’’

A smile spread on your lips. ‘’Yes! No one ever gets the reference.’’

‘’They must’ve had a boring childhood, then.’’

You nodded. ‘’Totally.’’

A nurse came up with a few sterilized gauze and bandages for you to take ‘home’ and dismissed you. Robin watched as you put them in your bag, which was already filled to the brim.

‘’Is there anything you need? Beside gauze and bandages. Since your house has been destroyed,’’ Robin asked kindly, wanting to help you in any possible ways. ‘’Clothes? Blankets? A place to stay?’’

You shook your head. ‘’No. My parents, Berlioz and I have been relocated temporarily. Temporarily.'' You scoffed, trying to make a laugh of your situation. ‘’There's a massive crack going through the house. What did they mean by temporarily? We can’t go back there - ever.’’

Your vision began to blur with tears, thinking about everything you had lost. They may all be material belongings, but it sucked to lose your house and everything that’s in it. Compared to some families, your loss was small, yet here you were, healthy with a few scraps, crying about your house.

A sob escaped your lips and Robin started to panic.

“Hey hey, don’t cry,’’ she begged after seeing the first tears fall, taking a seat next to you on the small camp bed. It creaked under her weight, not really made for two people.

Using the sleeve of your shirt, you wiped your tears. ‘’I'm sorry. I think my brain is a little frazzled with everything.’’

Robin covered your other hand with hers. ‘’It's okay. I didn’t mean it in a ‘don’t cry’ crying is pathetic way. I meant ‘don’t cry’ because it breaks my fucking heart to hear you cry. I also don’t really know how to comfort a crying person so forgive me if I say something I shouldn’t.” She removed her hand, realizing what she did. ‘’I’m sorry for that. I...I should get back to helping Steve with the clothes-’’

She stood abruptly, about to leave but you grabbed her wrist. “Don’t leave me.”

From the clothes sorting table, Steve watched with a fond smile, seeing his best friend finally getting what she deserved.

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rhodesrider · 4 months

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Soon To Be

Y/Ns POV || Cody’s POV (A prequel to My girl)

Warning: Cussing, mentions of abuse, mentions of obsession and cheating, fluff, savior complex and obsession complex

Y/Ns POV

He always saved me.

When I was at my lowest, messing around with a a man that was dangerously obsessed and never wanted me to leave, he was there I know he was. But the day I found out that the dude I was dating was cheating on me I was so happy. I felt so trapped and feeling like I was being strangled by his wild obsession with me was a lot but I saw it. A girl in his lap, naked, while he was happy enjoying her. I stood there in the door frame sick at the sight and tears falling not because of sadness but joy. She saw me in the doorway finally and screamed, and he saw me next, looking as if he saw a ghost. He pushed the girl off but I never broke contact with him. He begged and pleaded for me to forgive him trying to push the girl out for me to have some satisfaction but no. This was my chance. Freedom. And all I did was speed dialed a number.

More begging and more pleading as I just sat down and not said a word. The girl getting her belongings still in the house and my now ex screaming at her saying you ruined everything, saying I’m upset and she needs to leave. I was fine. I was done with tears. I just sat there waiting. He was begging me kissing me on my cheek holding my hand, her fragrance all over him. Agitated as I was I moved his hand away and still waited. My phone lit up and he snatched it out my hand before I could even check it. That’s fine, so I just got up soon hearing him angry at me saying I was cheating too and who is this man texting me. I said not one word and I heard a car pull up. I stood but he pushed me back down wanting answers, I said nothing. I’ve wanted out of this horrid relationship for so long and I have my way out and there’s nothing he can do.

Literally nothing.

I heard knocks on the door. I waited to long and now he’s at the door, big mistake. I tried to do this peacefully. This plan wasn’t gonna start till text month but I see I had to hurry it up. The ex told me to stay on the couch and I saw him get a weapon from under the couch, this isn’t what I wanted. I wanted a peaceful leave out. But soon as he opened the door, he dropped his gun and backed away in fear.

“Come on princess.”

I heard a calm voice, I felt safe again. I knew it was him. Guns were pointed at my ex as I walked out the door to the car waiting for him. But before I passed this knight in shining armor, he kissed me on my forehead whispering “I won’t be long.” I blushed and nodded and I went forward to the car as I heard the door close to my old life, my jail door closed, and my freedom began.

This is how I escaped my abusive life and met Cody. He saved me but what he would tell you is that I saved him.

Cody’s POV

She saved me.

She was someone I needed for a very long time. Woman I’ve slept with left and right were what i needed. Some were kind but mostly wanted my money and overstepped their boundaries. Others were mean to my staff sneaky around me to where I felt like I couldn’t trust them. So soon I just focused on my work.

One day I was at a cafe, a random one, didn’t know the universe put me there for a reason. I look across and I see her. Her eyes puffy, seems she’s been crying, she’s looking at her phone and playing in her hair like she’s just nervous. I see a few more tears run down her face and her wiping her nose with her napkin. And all I did was sat at her table next and she stopped crying. Maybe to ask why did a random stranger sit with her. But I looked at her features, her eyes, her hands, I looked at every feature on her before I could speak. But soon I saw her grab her things and try to move. I stop her.

We talk. I flirt, but she seems numb. And I ask what she’s so sad about. She shook her head not wanting to speak on it. She was done with her ice coffee and soon she had a look at terrified her some. I wanted to turn around at what she was looking at but I just focused on her. Calming her some with words, touching her hand. Her phone went off and she looked down having another tear fall. The message I can see,

“Whore. I see I’m not good enough. I’ll try harder. Kisses.”

I asked her about it and she said nothing. A stalker, an abusive boyfriend maybe? I wanted to know more about her. She got up and I simply gave her one of my personal cards. “If you need me call me.” I smile at her. She blushed some and her crying stopped and she nodded taking the card. And walked away. She’s beautiful even when she’s walking away.

Days later, I could not even take my mind off her. My work was my love and now I couldn’t get over her. Y/N.

I need to know what was going on thou, and soon. I don’t want her hurt or anything. The next day I went to the same cafe. But this time, I saw her with a man. She didn’t seemed thrilled, she seemed drained. The dude was smiling talking a lot, when she would look at something else he would reach his hand out and make her look at him again. I haven’t met the man yet but I already don’t favor him. She seemed so alert and putting on that fake smile wasn’t helping at all. Poor babygirl.

I just got up and walked the other way not to cause a scene or any issues with the man she’s with. But something tells me she needs me. Couldn’t follow them by car, he would notice. Can’t put a AirTag anywhere, he would detect it. So why not a gadget of my own? I look in my car as I had eyes on theirs and took out a small chip. I pass by putting it under their car and making sure it’s secure. God i seem like the crazy one doing all of this but I wanna do something. Anything. Just to help her.

Found out where she lived and stayed a few blocks back so no one sees me. At night I took it upon myself to just watch to see if anything goes down. And surprise I see him walk out late and go to his car leaving out somewhere. She wasn’t in the car so she’s still at home. Probably a good time to check her phone without him just over her, and like that I got a text.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say hi to you at the cafe, he was there and he was upset you were speaking to me. So now he shows up on my lunch break.”

Insecure ass bitch. Scared I might take her away from him. Trust me I want to but only if she wants me too.

“It’s ok. If you still have my card get rid of it so he doesn’t start nothing finding it. Save my number under a speed dial of 5. And I’ll wait for your call. Delete these messages, I would hate to kill him if he touches you wrong.”

I was given a single heart for a ok and I smiled. But soon another text.

“You’re the drug lord. I remember you now. Your last name. I mean it’s not an issue it’s just why talk to me? Im pretty sure there’s other women that has caught your attention. But why me?”

“I’ll let you think on that. Goodnight princess.”

And with that, no other text. I get on to my house and go a different way following the tracker, seeing he was at another woman’s home. And yet she’s the whore? I wanna play with his mind. And that’s what I’ll do. I get a piece of paper and pen and started the small note. I glance around making sure there were no cameras? And I cover my face just in case. Putting the note on the front of his car so he doesn’t miss it and walking away driving off. I know he knows my last name so let’s play a game.

Days later, same thing is going on. He’s still here at her lunch time, would get aggravated if she doesn’t come out on time here and there and piss me off with the whispering. Her eyes getting wide from the obvious threat and her just sitting down and having to deal with his company. It sickens me. So I would just sit there and smile knowing I have a plan.

That went in motion that night finally. Hearing her call me, and me being on the way. Texting her back that I’m outside and I’m ready to take her home. He fucked up. Finally. I wanted my princess home and that’s what I got. After that I made sure she was comfortable. Never in want or need, we took it slow and as much time as she needed but I fell in love with her the moment I saw her. And I’m happy she’s under my protection and care now. As for the dickhead, well, I made sure that he wouldn’t be a problem anymore. Not for my princess at all.

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sunflowergirl522 · 1 year

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Matching Butterflies

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie goes to get his new tattoo and you finally cave and agree to let him give you one.

Word Count: 2504

Eddie Masterlist

“Why are we at Reefer Rick's place? Eddie, did you just bring me on a drug deal?” Dustin asks as he follows Eddie out of his van.

“God, I don’t take twerps like you to deals. It’s bad for business.” Eddie steals Dustin's hat and messes up his hair. “You said you wanted to come with me when I got my next tat, so here we are.” He gestures with his hands towards the house while his younger friend steals his hat back.

“Reefer Rick is still in jail though isn’t he?”

“Yeah, his cousins been staying here for the past like two years or something now. She’s the one who has done all of them.” Eddie smiles at the thought of his artist. “She was out of town when all the craziness was going on though. I’ve only seen her a few times since she got back but she penned me into her schedule for this.” He chuckles at the inside joke between the two of you. You were always telling him you’d try to pen him in when he wanted to hangout after he walked in on you giving someone a sternum tattoo. You had yelled something about office hours and kicked him out swiftly covering the girl's tits before he could get a good look at them.

“You’re not gonna knock or anything?” Dustin’s eyes are wide as Eddie just opens the door.

“She wouldn’t answer it anyway. You hear that?” He’s talking about the muffled music they can hear coming from the basement. “You can barely hear yourself think when she plays music as she works.”

You’re finishing up a thigh tattoo you’re giving yourself when you hear the basement door open. Your head continues to bob up and down to the Motley Crue song as you yell for Eddie to come on down. All you have to do is finish up the shading of the skull the fairy is holding and you’ll be able to work on your favorite client.

“Hey Eds, I’ll be right with you.”

“Don’t wanna rush perfection. What’re you giving yourself this time?” He sits close to you on the bench after turning your music down a bit and takes a look trying to lean over your body without knocking into you. The smell of his cologne and a faint hint of smoke he always seems to have on him is almost enough to distract you from the task at hand.

“Another fairy, this time holding a devil skull.” He lets out a low whistle at seeing it. “I’m almost done with it and then we can get started on yours.” You still haven’t looked up from your work so you have yet to notice the kid in the room.

Dustin watches on as Eddie watches you work. He also tries not to stare too much at your bare thighs since your skirt is bunched up at the top of them. As much as he’s curious about the ink etched into your skin there he’s not sure he’s allowed to look. It’s easy not to look though, it’s much more entertaining to watch the look on Eddie’s face as he tries to gain just a glance in his direction from you. He had his suspicions with how he had talked about you before coming in but with how Eddie’s looking at you now, Dustin knows that his friend is a hundred percent into you.

“Alright, can you hand me the saran wrap? I’ll wrap this up and then show you what I came up with for your next one.” You finally look away from your work as you wipe ink and blood away and smile at Eddie.

“Course Princess.” As he gets up and walks over to the table you have the wrap sitting on you notice the younger kid in the basement with you.

“Oh, hi who are you?”

“Y/n this is Dustin, Dustin this is the tattoo master herself Y/n.” Your face heats up at Eddie’s praise and how his fingers wrap around your shoulder when he introduces you after handing you the wrap.

“I’m not really a master, Eddie just likes to say that to flatter me. He thinks it’ll give him a discount on his tats even though he already gets a giant one for being my best friend.” Eddie barely has time to look away from watching you wrap the piece you cut off around your thigh when you look back up at him.

“It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too. So why’d he bring you along with him this time, do you want one too?” The kid looked to be about fifteen, it was close enough to your minimum age of sixteen that you’d give him one if he wanted you to.

“Oh, I was just curious about the whole process. I thought we’d end up in a shop instead of a basement though.”

“Yeah, I don’t actually have a license or anything. I started tattooing for fun and then people started asking me to give them one and offered to pay me. So now I run an underground shop from my cousin's basement. I’m not sure it’s entirely legal but I haven’t gotten in trouble yet.” As you speak you make your way over to your desk to find the notebook you drew the design in for Eddie. “Here Eds, what do you think?” You toss the notebook onto the bench in front of him while you start to get your ink and stuff ready.

Eddie’s eyes widen when he sees what you’ve drawn for him. In the notebook is a drawing of a coffin with details in the word to show it being worn down. You had designed him a tattoo of an actual corroded coffin in honor of his band.

“Y/n this is amazing! Dustin, come look at this.” You smile at his praise while grabbing the stencil of it you had printed out earlier in the day.

“Where do you want it?”

“My bicep, I was feeling like this arm was a little bare.” Eddie sits on the bench taking his jacket off and rolling the sleeve of his Metallica shirt up his shoulder. You nod, pulling up your chair and starting the process of getting his arm ready for you to start.

As you start to work on it you answer whatever questions Dustin has and tell him about how when you were younger you basically grew up in a tattoo shop due to your uncle owning one. The first tattoo you gave yourself was actually with a sewing needle and pen ink when you were about nine years old and it was a small heart that faded in a few months. Your mom had been horrified when she found you doing it and wanted to find you a different babysitter but your uncle convinced her he would talk to you about how bad that was. And he did but it was more about how you should’ve done it instead so it would be safer, he was proud of you for how well it had turned out. By the age of thirteen you had given him a few tattoos, he had offered himself up for you to practice on after you got used to practicing on fruit, and you had even designed some tats for his clients. By fifteen you were working at the shop as a receptionist and giving yourself some tats. You gave your first tattoo to someone else at seventeen after one of your friends started telling people you gave yours to yourself.

Eddie then chimed in to tell Dustin about how the two of you met when you were eighteen and he was nineteen after Rick told him not to go to some fancy tattoo artist who’s gonna cost a shit ton and instead set him up with you. You were getting ready to move into Rick's basement, since you had graduated and finally gotten a car, and were packing up your stuff when they showed up. Rick introduced the two of you and you let Eddie look through the photo album of your work while you made Rick help you pack the rest of your shit since he was there. Eddie picked bats to be his first tattoo and as soon as you had the basement set up you gave them to him. The two of you found things you had in common and the rest is history.

“Eddie’s been bothering me ever since. I’ve barely had a moment of peace, when he’s not busy with other plans he’s normally here. I have customers who’ve gotten used to him being around and when he’s not here they ask about him.”

“So when you’re not home and I can’t get a hold of you you’re here?”

“Yeah probably.” Eddie shrugs, turning his attention over to Dustin. “This is a good second place to look if you need me.”

“Oh by the way, Eds I might be out of town again next week.”

“What, why?” Dustin watches as the smile fades from Eddie’s face, something you don’t notice because you’re too focused on doing the tat.

“I wanna get butterflies on my collarbone and I can’t do them myself so I think I’ll have my uncle do them.”

“But you just got back from visiting him and your mom a few months ago. I’ve barely seen you since you got back because of having to clear my name and shit.”

“I have to have someone else do it Eddie, it’d be too awkward to do it myself and he’s the only other person I’d let do it.”

“What if you finally let me give you one?” You glance up at him for a second, it’s not too bad of an idea. And he’s been asking you about it for a while.

“I don’t know Eds.”

“I’ll design it and I’ll even give it to myself before giving it to you so you know that I know what I’m doing.” You stop tattooing him to wipe his skin down and when you glance at him there’s a sort of excitement behind his eyes that you have when you get really into a certain piece of work.

“Okay fine, but if you don’t know what you’re doing I’m leaving. Don’t you dare start fist pumping, I'm almost done with this.”

Eddie drew up a design for your tat that same night too excited to wait. The next couple of days you had him practice on fruit the same way you did before deciding he could finally do it on himself. Each time you asked him to see what he came up with he said it was a surprise. You weren’t nervous about it being bad, Eddie was a great artist and you’d be lucky to have his work on you, you’re just a curious creature by nature. Eddie even makes sure you’re working on someone elses tattoo when he starts doing it on himself to make sure you wouldn’t be able to sneak a peek at it.

When you do see it you’re speechless. On the inside of Eddie’s left arm are two twin butterflies with stars and sparkles around them.

“Do you like it?” He looks up at you as you keep staring at his arm, your hand holding onto his wrist to keep it out.

“It’s beautiful Eddie, of course I like it.”

“So did I do a good enough job that I can do it for you then?”

“Yeah, you did a great job Eddie. Do you wanna do it now or wait until tomorrow?”

“Now’s good for me if it’s good for you.” You just nod and lead the way over to the bench where you get the stuff ready for him and he prints out the stencil again.

You lay on the bench getting comfortable while he pulls your chair up to it and adjusts the height. Butterflies swarm in your stomach as he leans over you to clean the area and put the stencil right where you direct him to. The warmth of his hand as he presses it down seeps through the glove and into your skin.

You watch him closely as he works a smile on your face. His tongue is almost permanently out the whole time and he constantly asks you if he’s doing it right. You’re quick to tell him he’s doing a great job and he’s not pressing down too hard or too lightly.

The tattoo definitely takes longer than it would’ve if you did it or if you just had your uncle do it but you’re fine with it. It just means you get to keep Eddie this close to you longer and you’d never complain about that.

“Alright gorgeous you’re all done.” He says as he wipes the remaining ink off of your skin.

“Gorgeous? You don’t have to try flattering me Eds you’ll be getting a free tat for doing this for me.”

“Can’t a guy compliment a girl for no reason other than he wants to darlin’?” He leans back, putting the gun back on the small table and taking the gloves off before handing you the hand mirror to get a look at the fresh ink in your skin.

“This looks really good Eddie. I’m absolutely obsessed with it!” As Eddie watches you touch the skin around his work with that sense of wonder in your eyes makes something turn in his chest and he blurts his next words out.

“Go out with me.”

“What was that Eds?” He’s not sure if he should be happy or sad that you didn’t catch it.

“Nothing, it was nothing.”

“Did you just ask me to go out with you?” Eddie spins around in the chair acting like he was busy organizing your stuff. “Because the answer would be yes if you did.”

“It would?” Eddie straightens up at this news and looks over his shoulder at you. You’re looking at him with a big smile on your face.

“Of course it would.”

“Then yeah, I did just ask you that. That make you my girl now?”

“I guess it does.”

“Good, then check this out!” He excitedly gets out of the chair and hops up next to you on the bench where you had swung your legs over to sit more comfortably. He wraps his left arm around your shoulders with his arm staying out and turned so you can see the butterflies on the inside of it. “Watch the butterflies.” When he places his arm down his butterflies meet with your own. “Thank God I put them in the right spot. I was nervous they wouldn’t exactly meet.”

“Oh shut up, this is the sweetest thing!” Eddie can’t respond to that because you’re pulling him towards you by the neck of his shirt and crashing your lips onto his own as soon as you finish talking.

“Now come on, we gotta wrap these things up.”

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You are everything good in this world - Part 2.2

Peter Ballard/Henry Creel/001 x fem!reader

Series Masterlist

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: You knew something wasn’t right, you knew it all linked up but you just didn’t want to admit it. When you finally see him again, you let yourself be selfish and ignore it.

Warnings: Vecna/Peter Himself, follows season 4 plotline, Smut 18+, very dubious consent, Angst, bad writing, cliff hanger

A/N: I couldn’t help myself, I really want to flesh out the aftermath of Vecna taking you and the kids finding out and everything along vol 2. Also I’m not a writer, my writing is not the greatest, some scenes if you can’t tell may be more boring than others for which I’m sorry. I’m gonna dip now :)

Across the street from an abandoned park was a rundown blue house you were currently standing in front of with a bunch of school kids. Only two days ago if someone had told you this was how you were going to spend your weekend, you would’ve laughed. But now you are completely invested in looking after and helping these kids and you’d be damned if you let anything happen to them under your watch.

Steve and Nancy undid the boarded door while you stood next to Robin watching on from off the porch.

“It’s locked. Should I knock, see if anybody’s home?” Steve rattled the door handle a little more while you looked around with a little plan of your own.

“No need.” Robin spoke out to the team once she caught on to your plan. You handed her a brick from off the ground, “We found a key!”

Smashing the stain glass window on the door, the group of you ventured into the house. Dustin handed you a torch from his backpack while giving you a suspicious side eye to which you replied with ”What? I was a kid once too, you know.” and shared a small smile.

Everyone was spread out across the little entry hallway, you looking into a dusty front parlour room next to the door before Max spoke up and gathered the group together.

“Hey, guys... You all see that right?” Her flashlight was pointed towards an old grandfather clock.

“Is this what you saw,” Your face dropped in realisation and deep down in this moment you were so impressed at these kids' abilities to draw clues together, “In your visions?”

Max nodded wearily and tensed up completely. You dragged her gently back to your side with a hand on her shoulder. You looked to Lucas who was by her other side in only a matter of moments.

“I mean, It’s… just a clock.” Robin stepped forward to examine the clock, “Like a normal old clock.”

“Why is this wizard obsessed with clocks? Maybe he’s, like, a clockmaker or something?” Steve let out, you couldn’t help the smile that creeped its way onto your face that you tried to suppress.

“Think you cracked the case Steve.” Dustin wiped him out. Your hand covered your mouth to stifle a chuckle and stay serious.

“All I know is, the answers are right here, somewhere.” By this point, you trusted Nancy’s instincts. She was a smart girl and this time, you could feel it too. There was something about this place that didn’t feel right.

“Okay, everyone stay in groups of two.” She looked over the group, mentally pairing everyone then turned to you. You shook your head with your hand out, you were okay looking alone - you were the sensible choice to be the one alone but you also felt something deep down calling you. There was something about this place that dug down within you, and you know you had to challenge it alone. Nancy nodded, “Robin, upstairs.”

You walked to the back of the house behind the stairs, there was a bedroom downstairs and you made your way in. There was something familiar about this room, you couldn’t place it for the dear life of you. Maybe it was the pattern of the wallpaper, or layout of the house, maybe it reminded you of your middle school days with friends or the smell of the dust and rotting wood. You couldn’t put a finger on it and you felt a little selfish for leaving the kids behind for it but you had to know.

You gathered it may have been a kid’s room. The now broken and weathered bed was single and there were little gadgets and nick nacks around that a little kid might own. You looked through the bookshelf and found mostly books about bugs and spiders in particular. And in the dresser - that you took a good while to talk yourself into actually touching for the sake of curiosity - you found little button up shirts of various patterns. You were certain this was the room of Henry Creel, the son.

You got a chill at the thought of being in the room of a little dead boy, touching the clothes of a little dead boy. A dead boy?

None of the articles mentioned Henry died, it was a triple homicide and Henry was sent into a coma. Henry never died. You were mindlessly rummaging through the shirts in the dresser as you let your thoughts run wild until you lifted one shirt up and screamed falling backwards and dropping the shirt back in the drawer to cover the black ugly spider that was hiding underneath.

Spiders. SPIDERS. FOR FUCK SAKE THE SPIDERS, THE VISIONS, THE COMA, WHERE DID THAT BOY GO, 001.

You were on your ass in the middle of the room, huffing and puffing in thought. Your mind was absolutely scattered and you knew there was a commonality amongst it all but your mind was too scrambled to properly bring it to the forefront of your mind. You knew and maybe you just didn’t want to admit it but deep down you knew.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Max and soon after Lucas ran into the room. Max kneeled beside you, helping you to your feet as she asked if you were alright.

“We heard you scream and,” Lucas left his sentence unfinished as he helped Max help you up. You let out a little sheepish chuckle at how pathetic your reasoning was going to sound.

“Yeah there was just a spider that scared me.” You laughed out and Max and Lucas joined in, mostly laughing in relief but it was a calm moment either way.

The light in the middle of the room flicked. You stopped laughing immediately looking at Max and Lucas to see if they saw it as well. They nodded and it flickered once more before you walked out of the room. The light beside the stairs flicked, then the entry hallway light.

Little did you know on the other side, a large slimy man labelled as Vecna heard a scream of someone he once knew. He checked the room it came from and found no one. He knew it was you, he was just unsure if he had heard your voice once more in his mind or if it was really you this time. He had to check every time and was disappointed every time.

“Guys!” Max called, gathering everyone back to the entryway. The thought of this creature and Peter put on the back burner of your mind but still lingered. You agreed with yourself to not tell the others yet.

“It’s like the Christmas lights.” Nancy whispered.

“The Christmas lights?” Robin asked, you remember Dustin mentioning christmas lights the other say however still felt just as confused as Robin.

“Yeah, when Will was upside down, the lights came to life.”

“Vecna’s here. In this house.” Lucas said and a child ran down your back. Could he tell you were there? You had so many questions, Lucas finished, “But just on the other side.”

“I think he just left the room.” Robin said once the lights stopped flickering.

“Did he hear us?” “Could he see us?” Questions circled around the room, Lucas looked to Max telling her to put her headphones on and Nancy stepped forward taking charge again.

“Wait, wait. Everyone turn off your flashlights and spread out.” You did as she said and soon Robin called out, her flashlight flickering.

“I GOT IT! I GOT HIM!” The light died down, “Or at least I got him..?”

The light transferred to Steve’s flashlight, we followed it up the stairs and eventually found our way through a little door in the wall to the attic. In a circle in the middle of the attic, all of your flashlights overheated and exploded. You ushered the lot of them out of the room and back to the car.

The kids turned on the courtesy lights on inside the car when getting in, Dustin in the backseat held up the last torch left in the car for you to grab your first aid kit out of the trunk of the car. You guided them to the food you brought and advised them to eat, you’ve been in that house through the sunset and had a long drive back in the dark. Nancy was slumped in the front seat in pure disbelief. We all knew that the surge was definitely caused by Vecna.

You sat in the driver's seat and took a moment to recollect yourself, the group of you settled down, ate snacks and after about half an hour Steve was ducked next to the open door of the driver's seat negotiating the plan to drive back to Hawkins. You would drive first then swap with Steve through the night. Nancy will drive in the morning to Eddie’s hideout. Then it was ‘go’ time.

It was as boring as it sounded, Robin sat in the passenger seat as you drove, Steve and Nancy were asleep in the back and Dustin was squished in the middle window seat as Max fell asleep on Lucas next to him. You didn’t want to turn the music on and disturb the kids in the back so Robin just looked through your tapes and made fun of your taste in music. She joked with you and though couldn’t help yawning every now and then, promised to keep talking to keep you awake.

You talked about your favourite movies and finally in your last hour talked about the new movie Top Gun. You mostly bonded over how good looking a couple Tom Cruise and Kelly McGillis were, however that turned quickly into whether they should make a sequel. You were adamant there should be a sequel where Maverick teaches Goose’s son as a pilot. Robin thought it was a ridiculous idea.

Soon enough you swapped with Steve and fell asleep in the back of the car. There was no traffic and the ride was much quicker than it was getting to the house during the day. You suggested they head back to your house and sleep for a couple hours at least. There was a minor protest amongst mostly Dustin but you were the adult in the car and the power of your pointed finger and a little “Uh ah.” was enough to shut up anyone in this car and do as you say. It was the one power you enjoyed greatly.

They did that, the boys were sprawled out on your living room seats, robin collapsed on your living room rug. You sent Max back to the guest room, Nancy followed and got comfortable on a reading chair because she was adamant you should sleep in your bed for once, as thank you for all the help you’ve given them. Wow and how you missed your comfortable bed.

The lot of you slept for about 4-6 hours - some waking up sorer than others - and planned to head to the store to pick up supplies for Eddie. You picked up food for the kids and coffee for yourself, enjoying that cup more than you ever thought you could enjoy a cup of coffee while sitting in the passenger seat as Nancy drove.

“Can I sit in the car for this visit ‘cause this is gonna totally and royally suck.” Robin said sitting behind Nancy, her hands rested on the shoulders of her seat.

“It’ll be fine.” She said.

“I just can’t stand to see those dull eyes of Eddie’s break again. I really really can’t.” You would’ve laughed at her tone but you knew she was actually being serious.

“At least he can drink himself into feeling better.” Steve piped up from the very back, waving the six pack around. Your head fell into your hands, moment ruined.

“That’s what my mom does.” Max said nonchalantly, staring straight out the windscreen.

“Why don’t we just give it a trial run. Hey Eddie, uh, good news first this time. We got you some Dustin approved junk food and that six-pack you requested. Oh yeah! And we found Vecna only the bad news is that he’s in that other, darker, much scarier dimension, and the gate’s closed, so we have no way of getting to him. Like, he’s entirely shut off to us, so you’re basically screwed.” Robin kept going and the energy in the car was dropping rapidly, “and, no no, I know you were already screwed, but now you’re like, doubly, triply screwed.”

“Woah woah okay... Maybe we just don’t put it like that.” Lucas said, getting concerned.

“We’re one step closer to finding Vecna. That's what we say. That's what's important.”

“See Robin, positive spin can make all the difference.” Once again Steve and Robin started to bicker again before you spoke. Your face dropping instantly as the sight.

“Oh Shit.” Everyone shut up and poked up to see what was happening. As Nancy pulled around the corner, you saw a crowd of cars, reporters and police surrounding the house. You all got out of the car and snuck around the reporter's van.

The police talked about a homicide on the lake, one of the kids on the basketball team. It was after he finished speaking that Eddie finally contacted Dustin’s walkie.

“Eddie. Holy Shit, are you okay?” Dustin spoke into the thing, trying to shield it from the crowd.

“Nah man. Pretty… Pretty goddam far from okay.”

“Where are you?” Dustin asked into it again.

“Skull rock. Do you know it.?” All the kids nodded, Dustin started to point it out but Steve took over, leading up into the trees.

“Hold tight, we’re coming.”

You followed in a little group behind Steve and Dustin. Steve was absolutely certain Dustin was leading them in the wrong direction by his compass and turned us around.

“Okay, so apparently we’re going this way now? I swear to god, if they get us lost…” Max spoke to Lucas, he didn’t respond and she asked, “Hey, are you okay?”

You walked in front, letting them have their moment and joined Robin and Nancy as they walked.

“Does that make us friends? I mean… officially?” You heard Nancy say.

“Uh yeah. I mean, right?” Robin replied, a stutter in her voice you picked up.

“Right.” Nancy smiled and joined their side.

“You guys weren’t friends before?” You piped in.

“Nope. Uh… nah.” Nancy said, almost self conscious of the fact.

“It wasn’t until all this happened and I had to prove to her there was nothing going on between Steve and I before she could trust me.” Robin said, slowly getting more playful again as she spoke. You let out a voiceless ‘Oh’ with the nod of your head now understanding, a large knowing smile growing on your face.

“What’s with you two anyway? … If you don’t mind me asking.” You asked without even really thinking. You figured she might be uncomfortable talking about it with you but she actually answered.

“Nothing. Nothings going on, I… I have a boyfriend. Jonathan Byers,” you smiled to yourself at the name Byers as Nancy continued, “He’s just in California right now and things are happening and…”

“And what about those two?” You asked, head pointing behind you when Nancy trailed off. You got the vibe she didn’t want to talk about Jonathan at this moment.

“Yea, they’ve been together for a while, I’m pretty sure.” Nancy answered, focusing on her step. You smile though, glancing behind you as you walk. They made a good pair.

“What about you Y/n? Do you have anyone?” Robin asked, Nancy quickly giving her a distasteful look.

“You don’t have to answer that.” Nancy said but you shook your head.

“It’s okay. I did, a good while ago now.” The two girl’s faces dropped with apologetic faces until you looked at them with a reassuring smile, “His name was Peter and we met at the lab but you know. It’s okay really.”

You finally made it to Skull rock, stopping to catch your breath for a moment.

“Me too man… Me too.” You heard Eddie say when he saw you, face painted with confusion. “Is that… Nurse Y/n?”

“Why yes, yes it is.” Robin replied for you with a cheeky smile.

Eddie explained his situation to the gang, eating and drinking like he’d been starved all day because he likely was. You leaned against one of the rocks just resting your feet.

“Do you know what time this was? The attack?” Nancy asked.

“Yeah no, I… I know exactly what time it was.” Eddie replied, taking off his watch, “My walking wasn’t the only thing that got soaked.”

��9:27.” Nancy read out.

“Same time our flashlights went kablooey.”

“Which means what, exactly?”The genius Steve was asked.

“That, that surge of energy was Vecna attacking Patrick.” Nancy explained.

“Well, we’re one step closer - we know how Vecna attacks.” You butt in, trying to make the situation feel a little brighter.

“And where he attacks from.” Lucas added on.

“So we just need to sneak into his lair in the upside down and drive a stake through his heart.” Max added sarcastically but you honestly just thought about how you didn’t want to have to go all the way back to that house again. They continued to talk about Vecna and then El came up in the conversation and you started to withdraw a little.

“Hey, uh, Henderson’s not, uh, cursed, is he?” Eddie called out and Lucas gave you a little thumbs up by his side to check on you at the mention of El. You smiled at the sweet gesture and nodded.

Dustin stopped pacing and out of nowhere…

“BOOM!” You jumped a little where you stood, “Badda… Badda… boom. I was right. Skull rock was north.”

“Seriously? You’re serious. This is Skull Rock, Okay! You’re totally, absolutely, 100% wrong. Right now!” Steve was arguing back with Dustin and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes and let out a little chuckle. They just couldn’t help themselves.

“Yes. And no. This compass worked correctly when we left the Wheeler’s. It was correct when we got in the car on Curly but it started to slip the further east we went. NOW it’s waaay off. When I was leading us here, I wasn’t wrong. The compass was wrong.” Dustin explains.

“So you were using faulty equipment. You’re still wrong!” Steve retorted. You never thought you’d admit you were actually intrigued about a story of a compass. Dustin continued explaining his theory.

“Except it isn’t faulty. Lucas, remember what can affect a compass?”

Any electromagnetic field.” Lucas answered with a look of realisation on his face.

“Yep. In the presence of a stronger electromagnetic field, the needle will deflect towards that power. So either there's some super big magnet around here, or…” Everyone tensed up, slowly but surely starting to understand themselves.

“There's a gate.” Lucas finished Dustin's answer and you caught a glance with Nancy.

“We’re nowhere near the lab.” She said wearily.

“What if, somehow, there’s another gate? A gate that we don’t know about. It’d have to be smaller. Way less powerful.”

“How, why?” Steve asked.

“No idea, all I know is that something is causing this disturbance, and the last time we’ve seen anything like it, it was a gate.” Dustin continued, you stop for a moment and your eyes widened as Dustin kept talking, “And I hope it is because then we’d have a way to Vecna. And a shot at freeing Max from this curse.”

“The lake?” You muttered under your breath once Dustin finished talking. The two of you shared a knowing look and he flashed his compass at you before you both started walking back down.

“Where are you going? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Eddie’s still a wanted man. We can’t just take a hike into the woods.” Steve yelled.

“This little steel capsule might be the key to saving both Max and Eddie. What say you, Eddie the Banished?” Dustin stopped, turning to Eddie.

“I say you’re asking me to follow you into Mordor, which, if I’m being totally straight with you, I think is a really bad idea. But, uh, the Shire... The Shire is burning.” Eddie stood up, “So Mordor it is.”

Surly enough you Followed Dustin back down to the lake where the compass led. Shortly after, the lot of you devised a plan, using Eddie’s boat to go out and actually see if the attack from last night left a gate.

Eddie and Steve pulled the boat off the shore and helped Robin in to pass supplies. Nancy pulled you aside and asked if you could look after the kids if they went out there and in a serious moment, you swallowed the guilt and feeling of being selfish shaking your head.

“I need to see this gate.” The whole day, ever since you stood in the middle of Henry Creel’s room, you knew in the back of your mind that Vecna had something to do with Peter. You had to know what happened to him. Nancy stood still as you started to walk back to the boat, her jaw hanging open. You followed along this whole time for the sole purpose of looking after those kids and she just didn’t understand why all of sudden you had a change of heart.

“But -” She stuttered and it caught the attention of everyone else for a moment.

“I… I can’t explain how or why I know this. Not right now but, I know Vecna has something to do with Peter. And the lab and El and… I need to go.” You looked to Lucas, quickly side-eying Max and nodded to him as a silent ask to look after her. He nodded back to you. The group was silent, only most of them knew the whole story of Peter but no one had the guts to question you.

“Who is Peter?” The only words that broke the silence as you got on the boat was a confused Eddie whispering to Robin.

“Hey, hey, hey, you trying to sink us? This thing holds four people tops, okay.” Dustin moved to get on the boat and Eddie stopped him.

“It’s better this way.” Nancy tried to justify it to Dustin, “Look out for Max and keep an eye out for trouble.”

“You keep an eye out.” Dustin retorted and you let out a snort, mouthing a silent ‘good one’ at him, “It’s my goddamn theory!”

“You heard Nance.” Robin said.

“WHO PUT HER IN CHARGE.”

“I did.” You said moving to the end of the boat towards Dustin

“Look, there’s more snacks in my bag and… I can’t believe I’m doing this. Here, take these alright” You threw your house keys towards him to which you let out a sigh of relief when he caught them. You kept your hand out towards him, “Compass.”

Dustin let out a whine and threw you the compass then stepped back to let Steve push the boat into the water. Steve jumped on the boat before he could get his feet wet.

“YOU SAID FOUR!” Dustin yelled, unhappy again and Steve only replied by mouthing a ‘sorry’ to him.

“Bedtime at nine, kiddos!” Robin yelled and you let out a laugh before yelling out after a “Please be careful!”

You only made it a good few metres out there before you stopped. The compass in your hand was completely freaking out like you’ve never seen before. Steve started to stand up and prepare himself to dive into the lake.

“Somebody's gotta go down and check this out. Unless one of you four can top being a Hawkins high swim co captain and a certified lifeguard for three years, then… It’s gotta be me. No complaints, all right?” We let him have it. He took his shoes and shirt off, Eddie and I tied a flashlight in a plastic bag for him and he got ready.

“Good luck.” Eddie said, handing Steve the bag.

“Thanks.” With that, he dived in. Placed a comforting hand on Nancy’s shoulder. And she didn’t reject it. We watched the light sink and sink until it was too faded. Nancy started counting the second on her watch.

“Where are we at, Wheeler.” An anxious Robin asked.

“Closing in on a minute.” An anxious Nancy replied.

The boat fell into silence again. And for a moment, you tried your best not to let your heart sink before Steve did. But the boat rocked before you saw him back above water.

“Oh thank god.” you muttered.

“It’s more of a snack sized gate than the mama gate bit still, it’s pretty damn big.” Steve let out breathless before being dragged back into the water.

“STEVE!” All four of us yelled out in pure shock. Nancy was the first to jump in, without hesitation she started taking her shoes off and dove in. The rest of you followed off the boat, Eddie being last of course.

You’d never seen a place like it, the upside down. Especially after swimming to the bottom of that lake with a first aid kit in your hand, the place was freezing and smelt funny. Worse than any ointment you’ve encountered.

None of that matter when you caught the sight of Steve on the ground being attacked by massive bats. Nancy charged at him with the ore of the row boat in her hand. The rest of us followed and continued fighting for our dear little lives.

You dragged Steve away from the scene to look after his wounds, the others following soon after. Your brain was completely foggy and the only thing you remember form that moment was Robin rambling something about Steve getting rabies.

“Guys...” Nancy warned the group, movements stunned. You looked up and saw a large figure just on the horizon. Your stomach sunk, you assumed it was Vecna. Surely. There was no one else in the upside down that we knew of right?

“Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.” Eddie started to freak out, not to say you weren’t either but he vocalised it for you. He was pacing back and forth and letting out the most nervous, fearful laughter you’ve ever heard, “there’s no way, this is RIDICULOUS.”

“We’re gonna die.” Robin muttered.

“We gotta go.” Nancy said, finally coming to her sense, “GUYS WE HAVE TO GO.”

The lot of you were trying to get up, Nancy and Eddie helping Steve to his feet and Robin helping you pack up your supplies. The lot of you frantic until you heard a voice.

“Y/n.” It called your name in its deep, scratchy voice. There was a hint of confusion in his voice. All five of you turned to face the creature when you heard it, so taken aback to hear him speak out of its scary confident, manipulative tone.

You stood up to face it, hoping you might be able to stall for the kids to make run away, this gestured by your hand flicking away down by your side. They caught on soon enough, scurrying to gather their things. In the meantime you walked closer to the thing. You figured at this moment you had little to live for except to look after these kids. That was until you looked into its eyes and you realised why you needed to be here.

“Peter.” You breathed out. His state was so intense but so familiar. you were so sure of it. “Peter?”

He watched you; he missed watching your every thought play out on your face. You’re face played out complete shock to complete terror and concerned. He wasn’t the same person you knew, he was never someone you knew.

You stepped closer to him. The four teenagers behind you planning to run had stopped to watch for a moment. Three of them held a face completely drained of colour, out of fear or sympathy or whatever, whatever it was, Eddie couldn’t match it. Instead he watched on as this insane person was willing walking towards the most terrifying creature he’s ever seen, calling him Peter and sounding almost relieved. Nancy had to usher him away, promising to explain later.

“Y/n.” He repeats in his calm tone. You reached your arm out to him and instinctively he did too in return. With little to no hesitation, you placed your hand on his. His touch was slimy and textured and cold. What you could barely call skin was crawling under you.

You met eyes with him again swallowing all your pride and almost a decade of trying to get over him deep down. He was much taller than you remembered but reaching up on your tippy toes, you coaxed him into placing a soft kiss on what was left of his lips to which he bent down for. In an uncanny way, his kiss hadn’t changed, despite his appearance and everything that had happened, the kiss felt like nothing normal but for what it was, it felt like the Peter you knew. Memories started to cloud your mind of him again.

“I missed you.” It was all you could find the mind to say. A foul tasting residue from his skin dripping down your neck.

“I know.”

You didn’t even think to check but the four teens behind you had only just started running after seeing the scene that just unfolded behind you. There was no time for questions but there will certainly need to be answers later. Answer none of them knew if you’d be alive to give.

“What happened?”

“I was set free.” He said it was a matter of factly, trying to fix the cracks in his mannerisms you’d started to break.

“The missing children. Everything… Was it all you?” He transformed into Peter. The Peter you used to know and a single tear started to fall from your eye. His gentle, warm human touch pulled your head to his chest. His touch was still slimy and foul but if you let go of your mind enough, it felt like it once did.

“It is the most freedom I have ever known and I do not expect you to understand.” Your heart audibly cracked into two. “But I know you will try. I have lived many lives y/n. And very little has made a difference to what I truly am. Your presence has only played a small role in my being. I am not the Peter you thought of me as.”

Your tears were pooling in your eyes so that every blink would send out a new drop down your cheek. You couldn’t find any words to say so you said the words you wished to say to him ever since, “I know. And I still love you.”

“Sweet y/n.” He caressed your hair. Somehow he couldn’t let you go, just not now at least. “You are and will always be the purest specimen I’ve found yet.”

He held your waist, so light the way you swore you remember it. You thought about this moment every single night that it was less of a memory and became a fantasy once more. Your gaze was exactly as he remembered it.

He did think about you, often. Too often. Being with you was the most powerful he’d ever felt, even to this day and yet the most like an equal he;s ever felt to anyone. While brewing in his solitude and hatred, he cringes thinking back to the side you brought out in him. But now, having you back, that side seems to bubble back up to the surface like nothing ever changed. And he wanted to be your Peter again.

“I’m not the Peter you think I am.” He repeated, his voice softened.

“I know.” He wiped the tears from your cheek and left his hand on your jaw. And he kissed you once more. You cried into his lips and gripped him tight. For a short moment you let yourself forget and let it believe you’d gotten him back. Maybe it was selfish, but you wanted to ignore everything you found out he’s done and just have him back.

You gave him love that his inner child so greatly craved, so badly he desired you that not even his greater conscience could keep it together. And then he remembered how he left you and he aches for you. Your soft delicate hands on this human skin in your mind reminded him how good you felt and all the feelings flooding back again.

His hands landed on the button of your jeans and you let him take them off you. Lifting you up, legs around his hips and pressing you up against the nearest surface. He worked on his own pants now and you just watched him. You know the deeper you let this go, the harder it’ll be to return to reality.

Your eyes were closed in thought but the moment he entered you, you returned to reality. You weren’t ready for it, it was rough but there was no turning back now.

He was moving like there was no tomorrow, hands steadied on the wall your back was up against and head hanging low. He seemed as though he needed this more than you.

The tears were still spilling from your eyes but you were more composed than you were moments before. With a tight grip to the back of his shirt you called out for him.

“Peter!” It wasn’t a call of pleasure by any means and he whipped his head up to look at you. His eyes were frantic, so desperate that they searched your face, deep into your eyes for any sign of pleasure. Something was different, something was wrong. It wasn’t like the last time, this was wrong but he didn’t know what.

You placed your hands on his jaw, asking him to stop moving to which he listened. You took in a deep breath, then let it go.

You took in another deep breath - rubbing small circles on his cheek with your thumb - then let it go again. Your eyes were soft and forgiving and never once leaving his. He took the next breath in with you, his chest rising against you and letting go together.

“Good… Peter.” He heard your slight hesitation before Peter fell off his lips, you knew there was more to him then what you knew but right now he wanted to just be your Peter. Out of all the lives he lived, he always felt Peter was the weakest. But right now, it was the only version of himself he could feel. Not Henry, not 001, not Vecna. You made him Peter and Peter was desperate. Peter was desperate for validation, Peter was desperate to heal his inner child and Peter was at your mercy in pleasure and temptation that he knew no other version of himself would give into.

“I want to be your Peter.” He was breathing deeply like you coached him too. He let his forehead rest against yours.

“Go. My Peter.” And he did, slowly this time. You were ready this time and less afraid. You relaxed around him. This time brought a new meaning then the last time he experienced this with you. But he missed your hums and moans, and the way your eyelid fluttered. It all felt easier with you.

His hands found your warm, soft waist again. His fingers were burning to the touch as much as his gaze along your jaw. It wasn’t long before he was pulling gentle moans out of you and himself likewise. His thumb trailed to your clit like you once taught him and you let out a particularly long sigh at the feeling.

“You’re a quick learner.” You couldn’t hold back your chuckle at this whole situation. He let out a chuckle too, a genuine little laugh that was entirely involuntary and unplanned. Something within him snapped at that moment.

Deep within his thoughts, he rutted into you. The further he ventured, the rougher his movement built. You made him laugh, he could laugh. It’s been a decade of ingenuous emotion and feelings, and this person makes him laugh like it’s nothing. He knew he had to keep you this time. The Peter in him was slowly mixing with Vecna, as though one version of himself had taught the other how to feel pleasure and sympathy. He thought of the way he left you and hurt you the way he was hurt and he knew he couldn’t leave you again. The Vecna he was now desired you as much as Peter did.

“Ooah!” You let out with a particularly hard thrust, hand steady on his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have left you there alone.” He admitted in a completely bitter spit of his tongue. “I won’t leave you again.”

“I sh-“ he pounded into you, “couldn’t” again, “of left,” again, “you.”

There was no rhythm or pattern to his thrust, the man was desperate.

“It’s okay Peter.” He covered your mouth with his hand and he stopped moving. You fell onto his shoulder, panting and desperate to catch your breath.

“I was never your Peter but I am your Henry now.” You looked at him, hesitant and a little afraid at his sudden change. You woke up in that moment, he was no longer this human vision he hid from you as he was the creature you’d seen before holding you, inside of you. He watched your face intensely. He wanted you to face reality and stay with him, he wanted you by his side.

“H- HenryYOAgh” you stuttered in mild hesitation until he rammed into again. That was all he needed to hear from you.

“I need you,” “stay with me,” “I can’t lose you again,” “I can’t lose this feeling,” “I can’t let them ruin you,”

“It’s okay, Henry.” You were afraid but melted into him. Him like this truly made you feel guilty, that you’d give in so easily like you have no morals but you did in fact consider for a moment doing anything he asked of you. But he was right, he wasn’t the Peter you knew.

“I have to set you free y/n.” “I have to keep you with me always.”

He was slamming into you, ripping scream after scream from you. His voice was husky and he smelt absolutely foul but you gripped him like there was no tomorrow.

Your hands were slipping down his arms and before you could even register what was going on, you undid completed.

“Just like that Y/n.” He repeated, holding you and taking you through your climax. Once satisfied, he carried you in his arms bridal style, coaxing you to sleep in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your complete and utter trust.

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#stranger things #stranger things fic #Peter Ballard #Peter Ballard x reader #henry creel #henry creel x reader #001 #001 x reader #Vecna #vecna x reader

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obxpogue4l · 7 months

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mainlander

when kiara’s cousin gets sent to the obx from the mainland when her parents get arrested, she fits right in. meanwhile as the sad truth about her situation comes to light jj realizes he might have more in common with her than he thinks..

comfort & angst are my fav so. also i’ve never written on here before but i loveee reading fanfic and thought writing it would be fun! enjoy!

warnings: angst, mentions of arrest/ bad home life, not proofread lol, me not knowing how this works

ch.1

“she’s my cousin. she’s gonna be staying at my house for a while.” kiara announces to the rest of the pogues as they make their way into the wreck in hopes of finding some food. little did the friends know that y/n, the girl that kiara was talking about had already arrived and was eating at the wreck after a long day of traveling to the obx.

“hey kie.. long time no see yea?” says the girl in the restaurant as she stands up from her table where she is eating with a slight chuckle and smile.

“y/n! oh my god hi! i didn’t know you would already be here?!” kiara says excitedly rushing to you and throwing her arms around you. you both giggle and give each other a squeeze before backing away. you notice her friends that had come in with her were now standing directly behind her. “guys, this is y/n” kiara begins. “kiara’s cousin. who will be staying at her house for a while” you say jokingly giving her a glance as you refer to what you overheard her say earlier before turning to the boys with a smile. she laughs before continuing, “right yes, and these are my friends jj, john b., and pope.” “hello! howdy!” the boys pipe up. “just friends?” jj jokes, receiving a look from kiara & the other boys. “you’ll learn quickly it’s better to ignore him. it’s nice to meet you.” says pope politely. “hi nice to meet you guys too.” you smile shyly. you all stand there for a second and then hear a voice coming from behind you.

“kiara honey sit and eat with y/n i’ll bring more out for you boys too.” mrs. carrera walks in from the kitchen. “thank you! i was just about to ask.” kie says sitting down and motioning for the boys to join. you all begin eating and it feels like how you left off with kiara. she asks you the basics of what you’ve been up to, how school has been etc. you answer politely only covering surface level stuff while she and her friends listened closely but you were more interested in hearing about her and her friends. they all had crazy stories to tell. after what you had come from, you did not expect that moving in with your rich cousin and her “strict parents” as kie would put it, would start off in a night of laughter. you were skeptical about just how at home you were going to feel here but at this very moment you felt like everything might be ok.

the next day:

you woke up to the smell of breakfast being made in the downstairs kitchen of the home you would be staying in for the foreseeable future. one nice thing about staying with the Carrera’s is that you wouldn’t go hungry you thought to yourself. you rolled over in bed to check your phone and finally decided to get up. you pulled yourself together and put a shirt on over the sports bra and shorts your slept in and made your way downstairs. “good morning y/n, i hope you’re hungry! i made breakfast before i have to head to the wreck for lunch rush.” you hear mrs. carerra say as she wipes her hands on a towel after setting a pan of food on the counter. you smiled politely and took a seat at the counter, “oh thank you, it looks and smells amazing.” “see someone appreciates our cooking!” mr. carrera says from his position at the stove, hinting at kiara who you saw make her way down the stairs & start looking in the pantry for some cereal. you grab a piece of bacon and smile at their comments. “anyway.. what do you wanna do today?” kiara ignores them and walks to sit down by you. you shrug and mumble an “mmhmm” while chewing on your bacon because truly you had no idea what there even was to do here. “well we could go to the beach that’s always fun, have you ever been surfing?? or we could hit up the boys, see what they’re doing today. hmm.. what else?” “it all sounds fun i have never been surfing though” you admit. “perfect i’ll hit up the guys, you can use one of my boards and i’ll teach you!” oh yay. embarrassment in front of your coolest cousin and her cute friends on your second day here. “that sounds.. eventful..” you say and kiara notices your unenthusiastic tone and slightly worried face. “ohh come on it’ll be fun!” she says pulling you up to go get ready. “bye mom bye dad!” “kie- kiara you be careful!” mrs. carrera sighs as you both head upstairs.

#jj maybank #kiara carrera #pogues x reader #john b routledge #pope heyward #obx fic #obx imagine #comfort #angst #outer banks #jj mayback x reader #kie carrera

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jenniquinn · 7 months

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Eddie Munson X Reader

Watching the scene in front of you about killed you. You and Dustin ran as fast as you could to Eddie. The same Eddie who battled a bunch of demobats to you, the woman he loves. "Y/N" he says and you gently lift him in your lap, tears falling down both your faces. You wipe his tears "I didn't run away this time right" he mumbles and you push his hair from his face. "No baby you didn't run" you say leaning your face closer. You watch as he stops breathing and you scream, still holding onto him. Dustin tries to get you to leave him but you can't.

You'd rather die here in the upside down before you ever left him. Reluctantly the leaves you behind and close the gate. They knew there was no way you'd ever leave Eddie. The same Eddie who was the best part of you. Steve took off Eddie's vest and gave it to you before they left. So here you were hoping death somehow finds you.

You lay next to Eddie holding his hand as you sob. You never knew heartbreak like this. Everything hurts. Time moves slowly, a few days pass when suddenly Eddie shoots up. You scramble away. His eyes are wide but he looks at you. Surprisingly he's healed and you don't know how. He looks over at you "y/n" he whispers moving closer but you manage to stand and he does too. "How are you alive" you whisper looking him over.

He steps towards you "what are you talking about" he asks confused. You take a breath "I watched you die. I watched you take your breath" you tell him. He is confused "I died" he asks and you nod. He looks around him "did we get vecna" he asks and you shrug. You honestly couldn't remember what the others said. "I dunno" he looks at you.

"where is everyone" he asks and you don't know how to answer at first. You step towards him, reaching a hand towards his face to feel if he is actually real. He is. "I made them leave. I promised you I wouldn't leave you". "Are we stuck here" he asks and you shrug. "Let's look around maybe we can figure out something" he nods agreeing.

You walk around and head to the wheeler house. It hits you "maybe we can try the lights. Maybe they can figure something out". He grabs your hand and you both run inside. You look at the light and reach the lights. Hoping someone notices. You try for a bit and decide to walk out. Once on the porch you look in front of you to see a gate open.

You grab Eddie's hand and run into it. You both fall to the ground and see all your friends standing around. "Eddie" everyone screams. "How". A million questions are asked. "I dunno he shot up and was alive, scared me to death" you tell them still holding onto him never wanting to let him go. Next apologies come and tell them all not to worry.

Next you guys head to where Wayne is staying. You can tell he's nervous to see Wayne. Once you step in front of the trailer he looks at you. He grabs your hand again. You pull him close and you knock. Wayne opens the door. He stands shocked before pulling Eddie in for a hug. "Where have you been? I thought you two died in the quake" he says and Eddie looks at you. You smile still refusing to let Eddie's hand go "we got lost but we are back now" you tell him and Eddie nods, unsure of what to say.

"I wanted to stop by before we leave again" Eddie tells Wayne and he just looks at him. "Why would you leave" Wayne asks. "I'm still wanted for Chrissy's murder" Wayne shakes his head. "No boy you've been cleared of all charges" you look at Eddie with a smile but he's confused "how". "Hopper is back. He explained what he could and they got them dropped".

For the first time Eddie relaxes. "I'm gonna shower" Eddie says and you nod. Wayne leaves you be and you walk to his room. He stops and sees boxes with his name on them. He goes through them and finds clothes for both of you. You both strip and you finally see for yourself that he is fact healed. All that is left are scars from the bites.

You turn the shower on and when it's ready you both step in. He sticks his head under the water, letting his hair get wet. You grab shampoo and put it in your hands. "Bend" you say. He turns and bends down as you gently scrub his hair. He sighs. You don't know what he's thinking or feeling, all you want to do is make him feel better. You place a kiss on his neck. "Rinse" you say and he does.

You just watch him, you feel like if you blink he might go away. "My turn" you hear and see he has soap in his hands now. You turn and it feels surreal after everything that he is touching you. Once he's done you grab a wash cloth and hand him one and you both wash off the upside down. It's amazing how much you both feel better. The water shuts off and you move to step out when he pulls you close.

"I never thanked you for staying. I don't know what I would have woken up alone" he says and you stand on toes to his lips. "You will never be alone, ever again you hear me" you say and he nods. Both are too tired so you dry off and quickly dress. You walk out and sit on the couch. Eventually you both sleep. And that is when they began, the nightmares for both of you. But you were there for each other helping you through them. Just thankful you are both alive and together.

#eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things

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babymetaldoll · 1 year

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Baby, I'm yours - Chapter three: "To die by your side"

Summary: The team is doing its best to find Emily. Spencer is struggling with the fear of losing his friend and the thought of not being enough to keep his girlfriend safe.

Word count: 11,5K

Warnings: Lots of angst, Criminal Mind classic and painful canon, smut, mention of drug addiction and drug use.

'A/N: Hey guys!! Thank you for reading! And sorry for the angst! Tumblr didn't show last week's chapter in the tags 😔 I don't know why. Remember feedback is more than welcome if you are enjoying this story: Like, reblog and comment if you can.

Next update: February 1st

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(Y/N)’s point of view

I was having an awful flashback. I was again outside Tobias Hankel’s house and Morgan was telling me Spencer was nowhere to be seen. It was the same feeling of fear and panic that didn’t let me think straight all those years ago, and that ended up making me yell at JJ.

The fear of losing someone you love can be the fuel you need to bring them back or a paralyzing energy that restrains each and every one of your thoughts and movements. At that minute, it was the second.

I walked to Penelope’s office to tell her we were ready to take off to Boston and didn’t even knock on the door. She was talking on the phone with someone, and soon I realized she was leaving voicemails in every phone number that had ever belonged to Prentiss.

- “Hey, it's me. Hotch asked me to try all your numbers, and I have this as an old listing, and you probably don't even use it anymore, but if it is you and you're out there, come home, please. God, Emily, what did you think, that we would just let you walk out of our lives? I am so furious at you right now! Then I think about how scared you must be, how you're in some dark place all alone. But you're not alone, ok? You are not alone. We are in that dark place with you. We are waving flashlights and calling your name. So if you can see us, come home. If you can't, then..”- I rested my head on her shoulder as I heard her sobbing- “Then you stay alive. 'Cause, we're coming!”

- “We love you, Emily! We are your family”- I added and broke into tears as well. Garcia hugged me and we cried for a few minutes. I needed to let it all out before I put on my BAU profiler mask and hid every feeling I had.

- “We are gonna bring her home, and we are gonna get so wasted!”- I whispered and chuckled between sobs

- “Oh, we are gonna get so drunk after this!”- Garcia agreed and wiped off her tears- “Let’s save our friend, munchkin.”

We were on a plane to Boston. Emily had been captured by Doyle, Garcia had shown us the footage and for a second, we all thought the worst. Also, the police had detained Clyde Easter in that city and we needed to talk to him as soon as possible. He had to give us some more info about Doyle and his relationship with Prentiss. Anything that could help us find them.

- “Emily walked into a trap. It looks like Doyle got into the SUV, but from this angle, you can see that he didn't. Which I wished Boston PD would have told me before I started watching it. Sorry again for the screaming.”

Penelope showed us again the footage of the incident, and we analyzed it frame by frame.

- “She threw a flash-bang grenade into a car. She's lucky the 3 people inside didn't die. Is anybody else bothered by that?”- Morgan was clearly upset, he had been angry for the last 10 hours, after Prentiss’ disappearance. I had been upset when we discovered she had slept with Doyle, but at that point, I just wanted to bring my friend safe. I didn’t care what she had done.

- “Well, three bad guys.”- Rossi gave him a sarcastic remark and shook his head.

- “Illegal as it is, I think Prentiss knows she has to be as ruthless as Doyle.”- Hotch pointed out and I nodded in support as I sipped my tea.

- “He's come to the US to wage a public vendetta and hired a group of mercenaries to remain loyal to him. He has nothing to lose, so she has to act the same way.”- Reid added with a voice that showed how deeply concerned he was. I wanted to hold his hands the entire time to show him I was there with him, but I knew I couldn’t at the time.

- “So how did Doyle know she was waiting for him?”- Rossi asked and JJ answered.

- “ Well, the mole must have told him, right? The same guy who's been feeding Doyle the contractors and agents?”

- “And our best suspect was just arrested with a suitcase full of cash. How do we get Easter to talk? He won't cooperate willingly.”- Seaver questioned and I knew Hoth was going to handle the asshole himself.

- “I'll handle that. The rest of you focus on Doyle's location.”

- “I hate to be the one to ask this, but how long does Emily have?”- Garcia’s question was in fact the same we all shared, but no one had spoken about it in fear of the truth. Hotch’s voice was soft and kind as he explained the situation in the most positive way possible.

- “Her best chance is also the most troubling. Doyle saved her for last because he views her as his stressor. Which means he'll take his time.”

We all looked down and stayed in silence for most of what was left of the trip.

The Boston police station felt like a prison. I wanted to get out of there and find Emily. I knew walking around with no clue and no idea of what was happening would be useless, but waiting felt like torture. I just hoped Em wasn’t going through torture herself.

- “Get your hands off me! Do you know who I am? I'm the man!”- Hotch and I turned to see the man walking in cuffs to the station.

- “Who's that?”- I asked Rossi, who joined us with more info

- “Jack Fahey, Irish mob. He called Easter's cell phone 12 times in 6 hours.”

- “Any connection to Doyle?”- Hotch looked at Rossi as he waited for an affirmative answer.

- “Boston PD says he's low-level. But the Irish mob has long-standing ties to the IRA”- Rossi explained.

- “You two and Reid, see if you can get anything out of him.”- Hotch said and the three of us nodded before we started walking away.

I had questioned witnesses and suspects many times with Reid before. But never as a couple. I had wondered how that would be, but under those circumstances, I didn’t have much patience to play any kind of game.

- “Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?”- Rossi asked right away, as we stood in front of Fahey, but he decided to ignore him.

- “Anybody got a smoke? How about you sweetheart?”- I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms on my chest, not saying a word back to him- “How about you, beanpole?”

- “What do you think?”- I asked my boyfriend as he made eye contact with Fahey and whispered his answer, making sure the suspect could hear us.

- “Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity.”- Rossi and I nodded at his description.

- “So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk.”- David added, just to toy with him.

- “Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no hood rat. You take that back.”- Fahey freaked out immediately, as predicted.

- “Well, you look like one. You smell like one. You smell that?”- Rossi walked to Fahey as he spoke, and Spencer and I sniffed and answered at the same time.

- “Hood rat.”

- “I am not! Take it back!”- Fahey looked funny when he was mad, I give him that.

- “Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is?”- I walked over and stared at the suspect right in the eyes. He couldn't even answer my question, so I looked at Spencer and shook my head- “You see what I mean? He's just gonna have to learn the hard way.”

- “All right, all right, look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back.”

- “What happened to it?”- Reid crossed his arms on his chest and looked at him with a severe glance.

- “This bitch teammate of his shot it. Said it was a warning. Thought she could take on this IRA big shit named Doyle. So I told these...!”- but the poor bastard couldn’t keep talking ‘cos Rosi kinda lost it. He squeezed his shot ear, making him cry and twist in pain on his chair. Blood came from the wound through the patch and soaked Rossi’s hand.

- “What the hell, man?! Jeez!”

- “Where's Prentiss?”- I shouted and hit the table, trying to get his attention.

- “Who? I don't know!”

- “Lauren Reynolds. Where is Lauren Reynolds?”- Spencer asked with the same urgency and somehow Fahey chuckled through the pain.

- “Oh. Friend of yours, is she?”- suddenly I realized we had lost our upper hand with him. And all just because of our feelings for Prentiss.

- “You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is.”- Rossi threatened him, but it was too late, the bastard just chuckled.

- “And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces. So, uh... my price just went up.”

If he hadn’t been our only lead, I would have killed him right there and no one would have missed him. But we needed whichever piece of information the bastard could give us.

- “200,000?”- Seaver asked underneath, pretty shocked as we all stood at a side of the station. Fahey was sitting a few feet from us, waiting for our resolution.

- “What other leverage do we have?”- Hotch asked.

- “I just wanna beat the shit out of him until he speaks”- I confessed and sighed- “But I know it won’t take us very far, and there is not enough time.”

- “Is he an addict?”- Seaver asked, taking a second look at him.

- “He's having a nicotine fit. We wouldn't let him smoke.”- I explained and even cut her an evil grin.

- “We could use that. He’d relax, open his big mouth.”- Seaver suggested, and surprisingly it wasn’t a bad idea.

- “Is that enough?”- Hotch questioned and she cut him her sweetest smile.

- “Well, I'm pretty good with narcissists.”

- “Please don’t tell me, your dad was a serial killer and you know everything about narcissists”- the words slipped my lips, I couldn’t help it and I knew Hotch was gonna make me pay for it.

- “Well, I also dated a few.”- she answered and I sighed. We were going to go through Seaver’s plan. God help me.

For security reasons, we took Fahey to the rooftop. Hotch thought having two girls would help him feel more relaxed and so it was just me and Seaver with him. Well, if you ignore all the officials waiting for us at the door, including Spencer who insisted on keeping a close eye on what was happening.

- “You know when a cigarette is best? After sex with me.”- that bastard joked as he took a long drag of his cigarette, winking at Ashley.

- “Mind your manners, asshole.”- I commanded and kept my serious look on him. Clearly, I was the bad cop in that situation- “You're already extorting us for Prentiss’ location.”

- “So, just out of curiosity, what's it like working for Doyle?”- Seaver asked with a sweet tone of voice.

- “Eh, he's not so tough.”

- “Wow. I bet you're his hookup, aren't you? I mean, after all, you're the man.”

- “I could show you how much of a man I really am.”- I clenched my knuckles and took a step closer to Fahey, ready to smack those dirty answers out of him. But he raised his arms and took a step back.

- “All right, all right, all right, jeez. What's with the sexy good /sexy bad cop routine? What do you two think…”- a shot came from a window nearby, all of a sudden.

- “Down!”- I quickly wrapped my arms around Seaver and the two of us kneeled down as we heard a second gunshot and our only lead dropped dead right in front of us. Seaver started shaking, Fahey’s blood damping her white sweater. I kept my arms around her for a few more seconds, trying to comfort her as the police force surrounded us, working to find the killer.

- “Are you ok?”- I whispered and she just nodded.

- “(Y/N)!! (Y/N)!!”- Spencer showed up running and cupped my face in his hands- “Are you ok? are you hurt?”- I just shook my head and looked into his teary eyes, feeling like the most loved human on earth.

- “I’m ok, it’s ok honey. They got Fahey, we are ok. Right, Ashley?”- I rubbed my hand on her back and she nodded.

- “Yeah, but now we are back to square one”- she whispered, still shaky.

- “Come on”- Spencer helped us stand up and quickly walked us in.- “It’s not safe out here.”

After Spencer made sure I was safe, his fear of losing me (or any other member of the team under those circumstances) hitting hard for a moment, I grabbed a clean shirt from my go bag and walked to find Seaver. The poor kid was trying to wipe off the blood from her sweater with a napkin. It was sad. I knew without Prentiss, she didn’t have anyone close inside the team but Rossi. And I also knew it wouldn’t kill me to be nice to her for once.

- “That's not going to come out.”- I announced as I walked toward her.

- “Yeah, I know.”- I gave her my shirt and she looked at it in shock for a moment. Yeah, apparently it was that hard to believe that I could be nice and human with her- “Thanks.”

- “It’s ok. Actually, I needed to talk to you”

- “About…”- I don’t know what she wanted to say ‘cos I started talking before she could finish her idea.

- “Ashley, we have a problem. Without Fahey, there's not much left. We all want to save Prentiss so badly that we can't see this case straight.”

- “Ok. What do we do?”

- “Something that terrifies me: we depend on the team member with the freshest eyes.”- Seaver looked at me in shock and shook her head, honestly scared to carry such a burden on herself.

- “Oh, no. Not me, no.”

- “Believe me, this hurts me too. But the truth is you haven't worked with Prentiss for five years. You're unprejudiced.”- I sat next to her and maintained eye contact the entire time. I didn’t mean to make her nervous, I just needed her to focus.

- “Now, what's been bugging you since we left Quantico? How about the affair? That bugs me, you saw me, I yelled when I found out what had happened. Now tell me, how does the two of them sleeping together change Doyle's profile?”

- “I don't know.”- she mumbled, frustrated

- “Come on, Ashley. It's textbook!!”- I raised my voice ‘cos though I was trying to be nice at her, I was also aware we were running out of time to find Prentiss safe.

- “I haven't read every textbook! You always complain about that!!”- Ashley yelled back at me, so I moved closer to her and ket pushing her.

- “You want me to hold your hand? Fine! See? I'm holding your hand and giving you all my moral support. Now tell me, honestly: What doesn't fit? Just say it! What are you thinking? Spit it out!”

- “Why families?!”- she finally shouted and I nodded, excited pushing her had actually worked.

- “Keep going.”

- “Prentiss is Doyle's stressor. He wants revenge on the woman who betrayed him, and I understand that. But why kill that child in D. C.?”

- “Finally! You just gave me a reason to love the fact you are on the team.”- I hugged her and she widened her eyes- “Now throw away that awful sweater, put on the clean shirt and never wear white to work again, got it?”

Spencer’s point of view

There were too many stressors. Way too many for me to handle properly under that amount of stress. First, Prentiss runs away from us, hiding information from the team. Then, knowing how far she had gone with Doyle, faking a relationship with him and even sleeping with him. I’m not a prude, but even I know that can mess things up in the field. Now how did that change Doyle’s profile and how was he going to act with Emily? We had nothing.

And the fact a sniper had shot Fahey on the police station’s roof and might have killed (Y/N) instead was eating me alive. Of course, I always knew there was a risk in doing what we do for a living. And yes (Y/N) had been shot before (by far, the worst day of my life). But that day, on that rooftop, it affected me on a completely different level. I wanted to protect her no matter what, and I hated feeling I couldn’t do it properly.

I don’t think it had actually hit me until that day, but I wanted to marry her. I wanted to have babies with her. And soon. We had waited so long to confess our feelings I didn’t want to wait another five years to commit. I knew we had been dating for less than a month, but I knew she was my forever. I knew it since the first time I saw her.

But at that minute our job was to bring Prentiss home. Then I could take care of the rest.

Hotch got Prentiss' ex’s unit chief, Clyde Eater, to collaborate with us and the entire team got together to finally make some progress.

- “Ian Doyle's a power-assertive psychopath, highly controlling and very explosive when something doesn't go as planned.”- Clyde explained. We knew he was a psychopath and a serial killer. But his M.O and all the intel the CIA had on him were extremely useful to profile the bastard. And most important: to know what he was doing with Prentiss.

- “Ok, so how does this fit in with who he is as a family annihilator?”- Seaver asked and (Y/N) added

- “And Prentiss’ role in it.”

- “Annihilators have a romanticized view of who their family is.”- I looked at Clyde, but he shook his head at my words.

- “Well, actually, he was an orphan.”

- “Well, they think of family as their possession, until some law shatters that and starts them killing”- Morgan added.

- “But Doyle was never married.”- Clyde kept dismissing all of our contributions to the profile.

- “Children?”- Rossi asked, but we all guessed it was negative.

- “No.”

- “You run your profile that he carried out his murder with surgical-like precision.”- I continued talking as (Y/N) grabbed the picture of the kid Doyle shot from my hands, trying to find anything on that image that we could use as a clue.

- “Yes.”

- “With no collateral damage.”- Morgan added.

- “That's right.”

- “Perhaps this child was a surrogate for one he had.”- (Y/N) suggested

- “Say Doyle had a child and you didn't know about it. Is it possible that Prentiss did?”- Rossi asked the million-dollar question, and Clayde shook his head.

- “Then why would she keep it from me?”

- “Who else was in the compound the day that you arrested Doyle?”- Hotch asked and looked at the list of names.

- “Just his staff.”

- “All Irish?”- Hotch raised an eyebrow going through the names again, and Clayde nodded.

- “Yeah.”

- “That's a start.”

Thirty two minutes later we had an address and we got ready to rescue our friend. We knew Prentiss discovered Ian Doyle had in fact a son hidden, who had been raised by one of his maids as her own, to keep him from any danger. When the CIA got Doyle, the maid and the boy made it to America, and a year after Doyle’s imprisonment, Prentiss faked their deaths and relocated them, saving their lives from him. We didn’t know how or where. We just knew she made sure she did everything she could to save that kid’s life. Because that is how amazing Prentiss is.

We were on a rescue mission for Emily. The entire team, plus the special forces, got to an empty warehouse. We all walked in, and the first thing I did was to keep (Y/N) close. I couldn't focus on anything if I didn’t know she was close enough for me to save her. Morgan’s words kept spinning in my head: Our only advantage in that mission was stealth. Once Doyle knew we were on site, nothing would stop him from killing Prentiss. Or anyone on his way.

Derek was leading the mission, and after a few minutes of the most nerve-wracking silence, he announced he had Emily.

- “I got her!!”- his voice nearly pierced my ear as he shot into the earpiece- “I got her in the basement on

Southside! I need a medic!”

I stopped in my tracks and grabbed (Y/N)’s arm, who had just started running towards Morgan.

- “We don’t know where Doyle is! Stop! (Y/N)!”- I looked into her teary eyes and felt her struggling to let go.

- “But she is right there, Spencer! She needs us!!”- she begged as we heard Derek’s voice in our earpiece again.

- “Prentiss. Hey, it's me, I'm right here. You're gonna be alright. Stay with me, baby. Come on, stay with me.”- the officials cleared the room as we all continued to move, being extra careful in case Doyle was still in the area. I surely doubted it. He just wanted to hurt Emily and he couldn’t do it with all of us there and all his men down.

- “Clear!”- we heard that word, and (Y/N) ran from my side until she got to Prentiss and Derek the minute the ambulance reached the perimeter. I caught her and held her as we watched the paramedics checking her vitals and quickly moving her into the ambulance and to the nearest hospital.

Honestly, it all happened too quickly and I almost didn’t register it all. The way Prentiss looked when we reached her side, pale, almost dead. How Morgan kept holding her hand and refused to move from her side, getting into the ambulance with her, even against the paramedic’s will. The way (Y/N)’s tears soaked my shirt when I wrapped my arms around her, and how her hands grabbed my arms and nearly hung from me, not letting go until Hotch said we had to go to the hospital.

Everything will be engraved in my memory forever. And I wish I could just forget it all. It was all too much. And it just kept getting worse.

We waited over five hours in that visitor lounge, in the hospital. (Y/N) sat next to me, shaking most of the time, though I gave her my jacket, and wrapped my arm around her to keep her warm, and Rossi kept getting us coffee and snacks from the closest vending machine.

- “She is gonna be ok, right?”- Penelope whispered and waited for our answer. Derek just wrapped an arm around her and kissed her temple. (Y/N) looked at me for a moment, with pleading eyes. She wanted to hear it too, she needed to hear Prentiss was gonna be ok. I cut her a short smile, though my eyes were filled with tears, and snuggled closer to her.

- “Of course, she is gonna be ok”- I whispered to her and she just nodded, resting her head on my shoulder.

I think that’s the first time I knew I was lying to my girlfriend. But I was too scared to tell her I didn’t know. That I just wasn’t sure what was gonna happen. I wanted to be her rock, the man she needed. But I was so scared. Petrified at the thought of losing my friend. Of failing to the team.

We all raised our eyes when we heard footsteps coming over, and JJ walked slowly over us. Her eyes were red and she couldn’t even speak. We all turned to her and waited if she had any update on Prentiss’ condition. But her tears stopped our hearts. (Y/N) held my hand and squeezed it tight. I just opened my mouth, not knowing what to say. It couldn’t be right. There was no way that was actually happening.

- “She never made it off the table”- JJ confirmed and for a moment, time stopped. I refuse to believe what she had said was true. My friend couldn’t be dead. My last conversation with her couldn’t be that random exchange of words. Emily Prentiss couldn’t be dead.

I looked around and watched how all of our friends were breaking apart. Rossi was sobbing, Garcia was in shock. I stood up and tried to run away, though I didn’t really know where I was planning to go. But (Y/N) grabbed my hand and stopped me. I turned to look at her and saw the tears falling down her cheeks as she bit her lips, trying her best to contain her emotions. I knew she hated crying in public, and I also knew she couldn’t really control it at the moment.

- “Hon…”- she whispered and grabbed both my arms, maybe scared I would actually run away from her. But instead of fighting her touch, I melted into it, wrapping my arms around her body and sobbing against the soft skin of her neck.

- “I didn’t get a chance to say goodbye”- I mumbled and felt her arms trying to hold me together. I let my tears run as she hugged me and caressed my back. She was crying too, as well as everybody around us. That couldn’t be happening. Emily couldn’t be dead. That couldn't just be it. We were the good guys, and the good guys always win. We couldn’t lose her, we couldn’t lose Emily.

But we did.

(Y/N) and I held each other the entire flight back home. I don’t really know if we were trying to console one another, or just trying to stay together to keep each other sane. I didn’t follow any of the PDA rules Hotch and Strauss had been nagging us about. I held (Y/N) in my arms the entire trip. I sat her on my lap and wrapped a blanket around her, ‘cos she kept shaking.

No one said a word the entire trip. The only sound around us were grieves and sobs. There was a deep feeling of loss. Not only we had lost Emily, but we all felt lost. It seemed unreal.

(Y/N)’s hands were clinging to my sweater, and every time I moved on the seat, she tightened her grip on me. I kissed her forehead as I snuggled her closer.

- “I’m not going anywhere”- I whispered and slowly leaned it to kiss her hands. She sighed and looked into my eyes with tears.

- “I’m so scared, Spencer.”- she called me by my name as one of her hands let go of my sweater and moved to my cheeks, caressing me- “I don’t wanna lose you too.”

- “You won’t, I swear. I am not going to leave you, and nothing bad will happen to me.”

But the truth is, I was petrified too. And I held her even tighter until we got home, ‘cos I was also scared to lose her. We did everything we could to keep Prentiss safe, but we failed. The same way we failed to protect Elle, and Garcia. We failed to protect Hailey and Jack. We were a failure, the entire BAU. And it scared me to death to think something bad could ever happen to my girl.

We got home that night and just sat on her couch. We talked about having a cup of tea, but neither of us moved. We just sat there, crying and holding each other until the sun came out.

I smelled her shampoo all over me as (Y/N) let her hair loose and for once, it didn’t make me feel better, protected or loved. If anything, it made me more anxious. I just couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel losing her. And the fear kept crawling down my skin like a disease that spread all over my body.

And there was only one thing I knew had helped me get rid of that fear and pain: Dilaudid.

(Y/N)’s point of view

I stood outside the car and took a deep breath. We were at the cemetery, ready to give Emily her final resting place. It wasn’t right. The last few days had been the closest I had ever been to hell. We had to present our reports on what had happened the day Emily died. Then Hotch gave us the day off to rest and process what had happened. And now we were at a cemetery. No, it made no sense.

I had cried my eyes out in the last 48 hours. Life had changed completely and I felt lost. I refused to admit the fact my friend was gone. That had to be a joke, a very bad one. But I knew we couldn't function as a team without Emily. She was our rock. She was the one who always managed to keep her cool, even during the worst times. She was the one I turned to for advice since she joined the team, ‘cos we both had a rough start with Gideon, and Hotch wasn’t a big fan of women’s work when we first started.

- “Ready?”- Spencer held my hand and took me from my thoughts. I shook my hand and bit my lips, making my best not to cry anymore. I’ve always hated crying in public. He kissed my hand, and his lips lingered on my skin for a second before we started walking to meet the rest of the team.

Penelope was already there, with Morgan. I rested my head on her shoulder not saying a word, as I felt her caressing my hair. We just stood there in silence until Hotch and Rossi walked over. Aaron hugged us all, as I kept fighting the tears back.

- “It’s time.”- that was all he said, and we just nodded.

Spencer kissed my cheek one more time before walking with Morgan, Rossi, and Hotch to hold Prentiss’s coffin and carry it to her grave. Penelope held my hand as we walked behind them, along with JJ and Seaver, carrying some of Prentiss’ favorite flowers. Everybody was there, but I didn’t register much. A priest talked about loss and how we shall overcome it. But it was all a blur. I just remember standing in front of the coffin, fighting the tears, holding Spencer’s hand tight.

JJ walked and left her flowers on the coffin, and Penelope followed slowly. Then Seaver, Rossi, and Morgan. Spencer looked at me and I did my best to walk. But I swear, I felt my knees were going to betray me any minute. My boyfriend held my arm tight and helped me make my way to say my last goodbye. I still don’t know how he had the strength to do it if I knew he was hurting too. But at that minute I knew I was more thankful to have him than ever. I never wanted to lose him.

- “Come on kid, let’s go to my house for a drink”- Rossi whispered after the ceremony was over.

- “No, thank you. I wanna be alone”- I whispered, knowing he wasn’t going to let me go, but still trying to see if he could get I didn’t want to deal with people.

- “Kid, this hit the entire family and it’s time for the family to be together. Come. Both of you can not lock yourself to grieve all alone.”- Rossi was right, I just didn’t know how to deal with everything that was happening with all those people around me.

- “Do you wanna go?”- I asked Spencer, who kept holding my hand, his eyes glued to the ground.

- “It’s gonna be good for all of us”- Rossi added and Reid nodded. I sighed and gave up. I knew it was gonna be worse not attending, and maybe Dave was right and some time with family would be good for all of us.

Of course, spending time with family, under those circumstances, was painfully hard, because though all we wanted was to support each other, all our emotions were on the surface, and I don’t think we knew what to do with them.

We drove in convoy to Rossi’s and when we got there we realized he had prepared a little get-together. He had some food, some wine and a table in his backyard ready for us. Spencer poured a glass of wine for me, grabbed a juice for himself, and stood by my side as the rest of the team gathered around for a toast. I didn’t feel like toasting for Emily. Not that I didn’t want to honor her, but I wanted to do it on my own. I didn’t feel ready to share my feelings with my friends just yet.

- “To Emily”- Rossi raised his glass and his voice broke immediately- “A tuff rock, the smartest woman and one of the best friends we’ve had.”- we all raised our glasses and drank a sip.

- “Emily is my… was my best friend”- Garcia started, but tears stopped her speech. Morgan wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, in support. We weren’t ready for this. The wound was open and bleeding. This was basically just twisting the knife inside the wound.

- “I remember when she first joined the team ‘cos Stauss pushed me to accept her. Erin thought she could use Em to control me and get some info about our work. And instead, she gave us an invaluable team member, and a friend that will live in our hearts forever.”- Hotch’s words started with a light chuckle and ended with tears. I knew he wanted us to remember the good things, but we couldn’t just forget that she was dead, and we would never see her again.

- “I just can’t believe she is gone”- Spencer whispered and I wrapped an arm around him immediately- “I mean, if we can’t protect each other, what can we do? how can we do our work?”

No one could give an answer to that. I know I didn’t have comfort words for Spencer ‘cos I felt broken inside as well. I hugged him tight and felt how he soaked my neck with tears, as he made an effort to cry quietly.

- “I just wish she would have trusted us from the beginning.”- Derek took a sip of his wine and stared at us, fighting the tears- “I mean, we could have helped her! we could have caught Doyle and killed that son of a bitch!”

- “Derek”- Hotch tried to calm him down, but we all had to express our feelings somehow, I guess.

- “Why did she do this alone?! I told her we were there for her! I knew she was hiding something from us! And now she is gone!”

Morgan was angry, and I got it. I had noticed Emily was acting strange but didn’t do anything either. I was too busy being happy with Reid. And in a way, I blamed myself as well.

- “Emily locked us out of her life. She decided she was better on her own.”- JJ argued and Will held her hand, ‘cos it felt as if her words came out harder than she had initially intended.

- “We are all fucking profilers! We all knew there was something going on and we just decided to overlook it!”- I argued and let Spencer go ‘cos I needed a refill of my wine already.

- “Kid, we all feel guilty. Trust me, I hate myself right now and I know there are a lot of things that we could have done to help her. But we didn’t, and it’s done. Regret won’t take us anywhere but feeling even more miserable!”- Rossi raised his voice but didn’t try to lecture me. He followed me to the bar and wrapped an arm around me, pouring me a second glass of wine.

- “But we have each other, ragazza. And we are gonna overcome this together. Trust me.”

My BAU family is so different from my real one. I could get away from my blood relatives, I had a million excuses I had certified were adequate to stay away from them. But I could never get away from my BAU’s kin. They were harder to keep away.

Spencer excused himself and walked to the bathroom for a moment. I looked at him and realized he had been trying to be strong for me, and be my rock. But of course, I knew he needed to process the whole situation his own way. I knew he wasn’t afraid to cry in front of me or anything like it. But he would never want to feel like he was a burden for me. And he would want to process his sorrow alone.

I just hoped this whole thing wouldn’t affect our new relationship. All I actually wanted was to curl into bed with him, hug him and get some rest. It felt like the weight of the world was on our shoulders and there was no escape from it.

- “I didn’t get to know Emily very well”- Seaver started talking and for once, I didn’t really care. I was so sad I didn’t even want to argue with her- “But she was the first to open her arms and give me a chance. Teach me some of the things she knew and just… help me be a better profiler.”

- “My baby was like that”- Garcia whispered, trying her best to stop sobbing- “She would always go an extra mile for someone she knew deserved it.”

- “She also had the better comebacks. I learned so many curse words from her”- I sipped my wine after my words and heard Rossi chuckle.

- “You can’t say she was a bad influence. You two together were an accident waiting to happen.”

- “Remember when she picked up that guy at the bar?”- Garcia looked at me and JJ, and we both knew exactly what she was talking about.

- “What guy?”- Spencer walked over and stood by my side. I turned to him and cut him a shy smile, holding his hands. His fingers were cold and I felt like kissing them, but it felt weird doing that in front of the team.

- “A random asshole that flirted with her at a bar one time when she first joined the team. We had one of our first ladies' nights and she walked to our table with a guy that told her was an FBI agent”- I explained and Garcia shook her head.

- “No, but he was a loser, he was so pathetic. He kept saying everything we asked was “classified.”

- “Worst was when she said “affirmative” instead of yes!”- JJ added and I chuckled.

- “Oh my god! I had totally forgotten about that!”

- “The best part was when she asked him to see his batch and he argued he couldn’t show it ‘cos it was classified”- Garcia smiled at the memory and Rossi looked at us with wide-opened eyes.

- “And what did you guys do?”

- “We asked him if it looked anything like ours, and he turned around and left completely humiliated”- I finished the story with a big grin on my face, thinking that was the kind of thing that happened when Emily was in charge of getting the next round of drinks.

- “I remember when I hit her with my rocket on the head”- Spencer said and smiled as he remembered what happened that day- “And she didn’t even get mad at me, she just asked me to show her how I had done it”

- “And you didn’t, ‘cos a magician never reveals his secrets.”- I turned to my boyfriend and smiled. I remembered that day so well. He looked so cute and concentrated on preparing his tricks.

- “Remember when we asked her to flirt with that lousy guy to get a better profile?”- Morgan added with an evil grin.

- “¡Viper!”- I nearly jumped when I said his name- “The level of bullying I gave her for doing that…”

- “You flirted with him too!”- Morgan argued, and Spencer frowned, totally confused.

- “I did not, I was just mean to him as Emily worked her magic on the poor bastard. You on the other hand”- I turned and looked at Reid, who opened his eyes innocently, giving me his baby look.

- “What did I do, chipmunk?”

- “Morgan taught you how to flirt and you got that waitress’ phone number.”- Morgan laughed at the memory, and Spencer looked at me with his Bambi's eyes not knowing what to say- “And she sent you that stupid card you gave her”

- “Em said your anger was epic that night, so epic indeed, that you drank half a bottle of tequila and rambled for two hours about how much you hated Spencer flirting with other girls and how he never flirted with you.”

I opened my mouth to argue Garcia’s words, but I couldn’t. Instead I smiled, and a lot, ‘cos it was a beautiful memory with my friend. A friend I knew I was never going to see again.

Spencer’s point of view

That night I had to drive (Y/N) back to her place ‘cos she had way too much wine. It wasn’t a crappy evening after all, all things considered. We had a nice time remembering all the fun things we did with Emily, all the jokes, all the laughs. All the nights out. I know I have an eidetic memory, but there was no way on earth I could ever forget a second of all the moments I shared with Prentiss.

I put (Y/N) to bed and then sat on the couch, staring at the wall. I thought about reading for a while, hoping to get sleepy soon, but honestly, I couldn’t focus.

I wrapped my arms around my body and laid on the couch. I felt empty and useless. Sadness was just part of it all. Fear was consuming me. The agony of losing someone and the angst of the imminent loss of the person I loved the most.

The team had been blind to all the signs Emily needed help. I never saw or even thought any of this could ever happen. What could I do if anything like this ever happened to (Y/N)? I was powerless. I needed to find a way to keep her safe and happy. ‘Cos that’s what she deserved. Happiness, nothing less than that.

There was a hole in the middle of my chest and that void was eating all my thoughts, all my knowledge. All my sanity. I grabbed one of (Y/N)’s pillows and covered my face with it as I started crying. I didn’t want to make a noise, she had to rest and get some sleep. Besides, I didn’t want to look weak in front of her. I wanted to be a rock for my woman, a shoulder for her to cry on. I wanted to help her and be there for her. If she saw me crying, she would get worried, and she had enough on her plate. Our friend died, it wasn’t wise to add a weak boyfriend to that mix.

The next day was a blur. Hotch gave us a week off to gather our thoughts and process what had happened. (Y/N) said there weren’t enough days to deal with what had happened, and I completely agreed. The first day we spent it in our pajamas, basically doing nothing but hunting her apartment like a couple of ghosts. I did my best to stay strong and hold (Y/N) every time she broke into tears. But after two days, I needed something to help me cope with my feelings. Or more likely, to avoid them.

Yes, having my girlfriend there for me was incredible. For the first time ever, I didn’t feel alone under such bitter circumstances. She made me feel safe and secure when she held me close at night. But I didn’t want her to think I was a burden in any way. I just wanted to make her happy. Besides, my head was driving me mad. I needed something that could make me stop thinking and feeling for a moment. Just once. One time was all I needed.

- “Do you have to go?”- (Y/N) whispered and hugged me as I stood by her bed, folding my clothes and putting them into my go bag. I really didn’t want to be apart from her, but I needed to cave in. I was trying to be strong, but one last Dilaudil shot could help under those circumstances, right? I couldn’t shake that thought off my head.

- “I will come back tomorrow, chipmunk. I just need to go to my house, grab some clean clothes, a few books, and pay the bills.”- I felt like crap knowing I was lying to her. I was really just going to get Dilaudid and get high.

- “I’m gonna miss you, Batsy”- (Y/N) mumbled against my sweater, as she kept her arms around me, and her face hidden against my back.

- “I’m gonna miss you too. But hey, we have to go to see my mom in a few days, so maybe we can use these hours apart to prepare our bags?”- I turned around and caressed her arms, trying to be positive and cheerful for once.

- “Ok…”- her reply was short and muffled against my chest.

- “If you don’t wanna go to visit my mom…”- but before I could tell her it was ok to postpone the trip, she looked at me and shook her head frantically.

- “No hon, I wanna visit your mom. We have rescheduled this visit for too long, and I wanna see her. I know she is gonna be happy to be with you, and I am also sure you need to hug her right now.”- I smiled and sighed, resting my nose on her head and letting her smell invade every inch of my body. God, I didn’t want to leave that night, ‘cos I knew I was giving up. But I needed to do something to avoid the pain.

- “I don’t deserve you”- I whispered and she shook her head slowly.

- “Never say that again, honey bunny. I love you because you are the best man on earth. I am proud of everything you do. I am lucky you are mine and I’ll always do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

Those words froze me. There I was, packing to go back to my apartment, call my dealer and get high after years of being sober. I was ready to ditch happiness over weakness without actually giving a fight.

Wanna know the worst part? None of that stopped me. I hugged her one last time and walked to the door, promising I would be back the following day. I kissed her and felt her lips lingering on mine for a little longer. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair. I sighed and smiled, pecking her lips one more time as I stared into her eyes in adoration.

- “I love you”- I whispered and she smiled sweetly.

- “I love you too, batsy”- she replied and kissed me one more time- “Now go before I regret it and force you to stay with me on that bed.”- I chuckled, but my heart was just breaking, and it continued breaking as I moved apart from her and walked out of her door.

I actually walked out of her apartment (I still can’t believe I did it), and after a few blocks, I stood in front of a payphone, grabbed a few cents and dialed a number I knew by memory, even though I hadn’t called in years. The same old voice answered and after I presented myself with the same old alias I used back in the days, he chuckled.

- “I knew you’d come back”- the statement felt like a slap of reality. I should have stopped right there, hung up the phone, and gone back to (Y/N)’s. But I did none of that. Instead, I ignored the comment, asked for a dose and my former dealer told me where to go. As simple as that. That’s how I ruined everything I had worked for so hard in my life.

Later that night, I sat on a couch, staring at the Dialaudid bottle on my coffee table. I stared at it, feeling it was actually staring back at me, judging me. I deserved it though, being judged. I was being weak and a liar. And if my girlfriend ever caught me doing drugs again, she would never forgive me, that was a statement.

The phone ringing nearly made me jump off my chair. I grabbed the Dilaudid and hid it in a jacket hanging on a chair before picking up the phone, which made me feel stupid. Whoever was calling would never see it. But I was paranoid and I didn’t want to get caught.

- “Hello?”

- “Hey doc, how are you, it’s Frank.”

- “Hey Paco, nice to hear you.”

- “Likewise. I just wanted to call to tell you I am very sorry for your loss, and that I am here whenever you wanna talk.”- I froze and for a moment, I couldn’t even answer. Not that I was surprised that Frank would give me his support during a hard moment like that, but because I was still surprised I actually had friends. And good friends.

- “Doc? Are you there?”

- “Yeah, sorry. I’m just…”

- “Don’t worry, I totally get it. I was talking with (Y/N) earlier and she gave me the whole story. It’s pretty fucked up”

- “It is”

- “Do you wanna grab a beer? Nugget said you had been spending time with her, but maybe a night with a friend could do you better than being alone.”

- “I... don’t wanna be… a burden”- I simply confessed and closed my eyes.

- “Don’t be stupid. I’ll be there in ten.”

After I left the phone on the table, I stayed still, sitting on the couch, knowing there was a bottle of Dilaudid in my jacket. I couldn’t use it anymore, not if Frank was coming over. Maybe that was a good thing, I didn’t have to fail that night. I could fail the following day, or maybe late that night after Frank left.

Maybe I could tell (Y/N) I’m gonna get to her apartment after lunch, and use it in the morning. No, that was too risky, she might have noticed. I needed a whole night to recover.

My eyes were glued to my jacket. I had Dilaudid. What the hell was I thinking??! I couldn’t do that! not to me, not to (Y/N). After everything we went through those days she locked me in her apartment to get me sober, after all the times I thought about using, but my will was strong enough not to give up. Why was I quitting then?

The knock on my door took me from my thoughts. I jumped from the couch and took a deep breath before answering. Frank stood in the hall with a sick pack and a pizza.

- “I was in the neighborhood.”- he grinned and walked in.- “I didn’t know if you had dinner so I came prepared. Pizza, chips, and beer. It’s dude’s night.”

I smiled and nodded. Hanging out with Frank wasn’t that bad. It was way better than falling into Dilaudid again. I wondered if (Y/N) asked him to call me. Maybe she suspected something when I left earlier. I shouldn’t have left in the first place.

- “So, before you start over analyzing it, (Y/N) didn’t ask me to come or to check on you. I just thought you might need a little company. Someone who is not your girlfriend or any coworker.”- Frank opened a beer and grabbed a slice of pizza, sitting on the couch, on the same exact spot he always sat on when he visited.

- “Thank you, that means a lot.”

- “Don’t sweat it, doc. So… (Y/N) told me you already told her dad about your relationship. How was that?”- I chuckle and grab a beer for myself.

- “Terrifying”- I confess and think of Chief (Y/L/N)’ face when we told her we were together- “For a moment I was sure he was going to kill me. But everything ended up well”

- “He would have killed you if you never confessed your feelings for his daughter. That man really loves you. He has been telling my dad how great you are ever since he met you!”

That made me feel worse. Using Dilaudid again would never look good in front of (Y/N)’s parents, and I wanted to marry her. What the fuck was I thinking calling my dealer again?

- “So, when are you gonna ask her?”- I widened my eyes, shocked. Was Frank actually a mind reader? That would explain a lot. I just stared at him, still sipping my beer and he smiled- “Ok, I was kidding before but now clearly you were thinking about it.”

- “What are you talking about?”

- “I’ve always teased (Y/N) telling her you two are gonna get married, ever since the first time we met you. Now that you are dating, it’s just a matter of time”

- “We haven’t been together for a month yet!”

- “So? you love her, she loves you. What else do you need to know? You’ve known her for years! and you’ve loved her every day of those years. I support you if you wanna do it, and I could be your best man if you need me. I’m guessing Lu is gonna be her bride’s maid.

- “I don’t even have a ring yet”

- “As your best man, I could go with you to Tiffany’s and help you pick one”- I opened my mouth to answer, but no word came out for a few seconds until Frank burst out laughing and chewed his pizza.

- “I’m just kidding doc, I don’t mean to push you. It would be awesome if you two get married and have a lot of kids so I can spoil them and teach them all the bad words, though.”

Surprisingly, Frank had our life planned. I could only think about how disappointed he would be if only he knew I was planning to throw that future off the window when he called. Instead of saying anything else, I kept eating in silence and focused on not making a mess with the cheese in my pizza.

- “Mikey says hi by the way. I saw him earlier, I would have told him to come but he had a date.”

- “A date? wow, that’s new”

- “Yeah, the kid doesn’t date much, but when he does, it’s usually epic. Last time he dated a girl, they got matching tattoos.”- Frank started chuckling and nearly chook with his beer.

- “I remember, I was there when he showed us”- I raised an eyebrow as I reminded him I was actually part of that story. I was the one who told Mikey about all the infections he might get getting a tattoo in a random place, and also reminded him of the statistic of couples breaking up after getting one.

- “Right! sorry, I don’t have an eidetic memory”

- “And you were probably stoned”- I added and Frank grinned.

- “I don’t talk about drugs with the feds, doc.”

- “I don’t see any fed in the room. I’m home, Frank, not at work.”- and I also had drugs in the apartment. Shit, every second made me regret more my stupid decision of getting Dilaudid.

- “I know, I know, but I like teasing you two.”

- “Did you already have this talk with (Y/N)? the whole marriage thing?”- Frank nodded, chewing his pizza- “And did she freak out?”

- “Not really, so I would take that as a good sign.”

We ended up playing poker and drinking beer. Frank told me about a girl he had just met, and who seemed to be nice and fun to date. He also told me about how tired he was of his work, but he couldn’t quit or find anything new until the end of the year. He said he was planning to start a master's in psychology the following year, so he needed to save some money. I told him about our trip to visit my mother, and how excited I was to tell her (Y/N) and I were finally dating. We also talked about music, the piano lessons (Y/N) was giving me, gambling, and the first time I got kicked out of a casino.

We talked about anything and everything, except Prentiss. And it felt good, for once. It was an escape from reality, from feeling miserable and crying. It made me feel guilty for a moment, ‘cos I was having a lot of fun, but I figured if it included cards and booze, Prentiss would approve.

- “I was shocked when nugget told me you came home tonight. I had the feeling you two were way too entertained physically to bear a night apart”

- “I am not telling you about our sex life”- I raised both eyebrows as I continued dealing the cards.

- “Trust me, I don’t wanna know. I love my friend and I respect her intimacy.”- Frank made a pause and looked at me, trying his best not to burst out laughing.

- “I don’t need to use any profiler’s skill to know you are lying!”- and so he started laughing.

- “Sorry, sorry. Just… one question”

- “No, Frank!”- I frowned, but chuckled, ‘cos the fact he wanted to ask about our sex life was weird and I didn’t get why he was trying to do it.

- “I just need to know something!”

- “No!”

After we switched to whisky, talked more about music, specifically Johnny Cash, and ended up singing along with a vinyl I was playing, Frank came back with the sex questions.

- “Come on man! I am not a perv or anything, I just…”

- “No!”- I nearly shouted, chuckling.

- “But I need to know how the fuck can you be here with me getting drunk if you waited forever for her and didn’t fuck with anyone else that I know in like five years… did you?”

- “No”- if I hadn’t been half drunk, I wouldn’t have answered, I know that.

- “Ok, so if you didn’t fuck with anyone for five years, not even freaking Lila Archer! why aren’t you catching up with all the years of missing sex?! And how do you even manage to get out of bed to work every morning? I mean, you two have so much fucking pending!”

I just laughed for a moment, until Frank’s words made total sense. There I was, originally alone to get high, and then with Frank getting drunk, when I could be with the woman I loved, making love to her. What the fuck was I doing?

- “Now you wanna go and have sex with her, don’t you?”- Frank asked and finished his glass. I just looked at him, knowing I was blushing and finished my drink as well.

- “Oh shit you do. Fine, let’s share a cab.”- Frank stood up and grabbed what was left in the bag of chips.

- “Wait!”- I ran to my room, grabbed my bag, and filled it with clean clothes in less than two minutes- “Ok, now I’m ready”

- “Got enough condoms?”

- “She is on the pill”- again, things I would have never said if I hadn’t been half drunk.

- “Nice! Let’s go.”

And somehow, after a pizza, poker, whisky, and rambling, Frank accidentally stopped me from using Dilaudid and sent me back to (Y/N)’s arms. I still wonder if that was his plan all along.

I opened the door quietly. It was nearly two in the morning when I got to her place. The lights were out, so I took off my shoes and quietly made it to her room. There she was, laying on the bed, softly snoring. A book still on her lap let me know what she was doing before falling asleep. I left my bag on the floor, took off my pants and shirt, and got into bed with her. I carefully grabbed the book from her hands and put it on the night table, turned off the lights, and wrapped her in my arms.

- “I am so sorry, love. I promise I will never be that man again. I don’t wanna disappoint you.”- I mumbled and felt her breathing against my skin, as she fluttered her eyes and smiled.

- “What are you doing here, honey?”

- “I realized sleeping without you was a mistake. I don’t ever wanna be apart from you. Never.”- she smiled and snuggled closer.

- “You are welcome to stay forever, honey bunny.”- (Y/N) whispered, wrapping her arms around me - “Were you drinking?”

- “Frank brought beer… and I had whisky”- I kissed her neck and my hands roamed her body as I heard her chuckle. I hadn’t heard her laugh in days, that sound really made me feel happy.

- “I see, well, sleep that booze off and tomorrow you’ll have a nice breakfast for the hangover.”

- “But I don’t wanna sleep, ma cherié. I wanna worship you and love you like I always dreamed of doing”- I attached my lips to her neck and started sucking on her soft skin, to refresh the marks that claimed her as mine.

- “Worship me?”- she questioned and giggled. I don’t know why she found that amusing, I was completely serious.

- “Yes, like a goddess, the sun of my life, the light of my eyes”- I mumbled and made a trail of wet kisses from her neck to her chest, but she stopped me before I could reach her breasts.

- “Spencer, you are drunk!”

- “Yes, but not really that drunk. Consider myself uninhibited.”- I rolled on the bed and positioned myself on top of her. She looked at me confused.- “I am not intoxicated, pumpkin. I just had a long conversation with Frank that made me realize I wanted to be buried deep inside of you instead of being home alone.”

- “Spencer Walter Reid, you are being very honest!”- she made a pause and gasped- “Oh my god! were you talking about sex with Frank?”

- “What? No! I swear! he just started asking things and that made me think I wanted to be with you and love you all night long.”

And without giving her time to reply or even react, I crushed my lips against her and kissed her so deeply I nearly felt dizzy. I didn’t stop kissing her until I felt her hands on my back, holding me closer to her. That’s when I moved my lips from hers and heard her soft whimper of disapproval. I would have stopped myself and continued kissing her, I just wanted to do what made her happy, but… I knew what I had in mind was gonna be so much better for her.

I kissed her jaw and neck as I removed her pajama top. Then I continued my way down her body, playing with her breast for a long while, licking all over and pinching her nipples as she twisted underneath me, whispering my name. The delicious moans coming from her were the encouragement I needed to continue. So I moved my hand underneath the waistband of her cotton pajama shorts and slid my fingers between her wet folds. Even I let out a groan when I felt her so ready for me, it made my cock even harder, confined inside my boxers.

- “Spencer, please”- I heard her whisper and I looked at her, while I continued licking her nipples and she moaned even harder as we made eye contact.

- “Let me love you”- I murmured and resumed my task. I toyed with her clit, rubbing it slowly and teasing her entrance a few times, licking my fingers just to show her how much I liked her taste.

- “Honey, please let me touch you”- she begged and I shook my head, moving my lips from her breast and down her stomach, as I also tried to keep my erection away from her hands.

- “Not yet. I wanna please you first.”

I slowly moved until my face was perfectly located between her legs. My own piece of heaven. Her breathing was already shaking and I hadn’t even touched her yet. That felt like a good boost to my ego. I wanted to be able to please my woman, literally worship her. Frank was right, I had wasted way too much time before and I couldn’t continue on that path. I needed to enjoy every second with her, ‘cos I loved her. And I knew it was forever.

I wrapped my tongue around her clit, sucking it lightly and she twisted in pleasure right away, a soft moan leaving her lips. I grabbed her tights and kept her still in front of me. My tongue ran through her folds and two of my fingers made their way slowly into her entrance.

- “God, honey”- she twisted and I tried to hold her in place.

- “You taste so sweet”- I murmured against the inside of her thighs- “I could eat you all day, every day. I love you so much, so, so much.”- I looked at her for a moment and she smiled at me. But before she could reply, I started lapping her again, eating her like a hungry man. Her body trembled underneath me and her hand quickly found my hair, fingers entangled in it, trying to guide me to her release.

- “You are gonna make me cum already”- she said after a few minutes and bit her lips- “I don’t think I’ve ever cum this fast”

- “Cum for me, ma cherie. Let me make you feel good.”- she let out a groan as I felt her wall tighten around my fingers. Her moans were more intense until she reached her peak, nearly yelling.

I didn’t des attack my lips from her cunt. Instead, I kissed it slowly as she rode her high, and I didn’t stop until overstimulation made her jump. That’s when I kissed my way up to her breast again, then to her neck, and finally her lips.

- “You really are a genius”- (Y/N) chuckled and kissed me. I ran my hand down her face and lingered my fingers on the few bruises I had left on her skin earlier that week.

- “You are my everything”- I confessed feeling my cheeks turn pink. My girlfriend smiled and kissed me again- “And I am so scared to lose you.”

- “You won’t lose me, honey. Never.”- I felt a knot in my throat thinking she didn’t know what I had done. And she should never know either. So instead of drowning myself in depressing thoughts, I decided to continue with my task and worship my girlfriend. I kissed her slowly as I got rid of my underwear and aligned my cock against her entrance.

- “Please Spencer”

- “What do you need, ma cherié?”

- “You, just you.”- her request was more than I could take and I had to fight the tears back for a moment. But it wasn't time to think, it was time to act and show her just how much I loved every inch of her.

- “You have me, always.”

With a slow movement, and looking into her eyes, I slipped inside her. She gasped and scratched my arms as I did, adjusting to the intrusion.

- “You feel so good, honey”- I heard her whisper as she smiled for a moment before I leaned over and kissed her. I could still taste her juices in my mouth and the mix in her lips was fueling me. I slowly started moving inside her, as she moaned into my mouth.

- “I could live like this, buried deep into you, fucking you slowly, watching you cum.”

- “You are very uninhibited, honey”- she giggled as I kissed her neck.

- “I did warn you that”

- “Yes, and I’m loving it”

- “Good, ‘cos I think we wasted too much time being just friends and now I want to tell you what I feel for you all the time. And right now, ma cherié, I wanna make you cum and scream my name again until you can’t feel your legs anymore.”

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