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boozenboze · 1 year

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Hiii!! Hope you’re doing great! Love your writing btw!

Just had a request. It’s been stuck in my mind like a post it for a while.

So what would be the task force 141 + Alejandro, Rudy and König’s reaction to a reader that’s known for being sweet and caring. (Code name Angel)

They’re a field medic but haven’t been on the field in a while, somehow they have to protect the sweet boys and they find out reader is in fact ruthless when fighting and v deadly. (Maybe they gotta change the code name to Archangel lol)

Anyways have a good day/night. No worries if you can’t write it!

Árchangel In Battle

Task Force 141 +Los Vaqueros+Konig x Medic!Male reader

Summary:Angel is the code name M/n aquired because of his gentle nature though it’s always changed when he’s on the field.

You will be referred to as Angel in most parts

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

If the other soilders had to choose the nicest member out of the 141 all answers would be the same.You,aka M/n was a total sweetheart to everyone.Always giving a gentle smile when walking around the base which naturally made everybody fond of your presence.

When you first met the Los Vaqueros they were immediately delighted by your presence.Alejandro was the first one to call him Angel and sooner than later it became his official unofficial code name.Rudy can remember the way M/n smiled at them when they first met.A smile in which he believed only a Angel could have.

When König had first arrived he was quite nervous.Sure he’s 6’10 and was the tallest guy but he seemed awfully shy and nervous to speak.After a few days of him being at the base,one day during training he had grazed his arm.So of course he’d went to go see a medic.Angel being the specific medic he was going to see.König enjoyed the males prescesnce especially since he was so caring and gentle,it seemed unrealistic for a guy.

“Hey Angel~!”König said happily as he walked towards the medic who already had a smile on his voice before the Austrian walked in.

“guten Abend Schatz what brings you here?M/n spoke with a little german added on which made König giddy.

“One of the seargents accidently made me scrape my arm I was wondering if you could take a look at it.”König g said while sitting on one of the beds.

“Ok let me have a look.”M/n stood from where he was seated and approached the taller male.M/n grabbed the arm König was talking about and slightly grimaced by the torn skin.

“Well this is one hell of a scrape if I do say so myself.Well,no matter I can make you feel better Liebe.”M/n spoke out while grabbing the needed supplies from a tray.König was blushing M/n kept speaking to him normally at one moment and the other he started speaking to him in German.M/n continued talking to König ig till he completed his given task and König was in a trance.M/n’s voice practically had him in a trance and his feather like touches were the only thing getting his attention.

“Alright big guy your good to go!”M/n chirped in enthusiasm as König g sulked under his mask.He wanted to stay in the room and keep the Medic company but he knew he had other things to do.

“Okay..., bis gleich Liebes!”König yelled out while exiting the room.M/n smiled as he cleaned up the small mess left by the adhesives and bandaids.

Angel was called back into the field.It had everybody on edge since the Medic hadn’t been on the field in a couple years.Price was skeptical about letting Angel come since he didn’t want want the male to get hurt but with the mission they were going on he was needed,many soilders were bound to get hurt and Angel was a quick man on his feet.On the following days M/n was training just to make sure he was still cabable if doing what he was best at.The male was good with snipers and he could’ve been a sniper if he really wanted but he’d rather stick with his current position.

Today was the day of the mission and everyone besides Angel came up to an agreement.They were all gonna do their best to protect the h/c haired male even though they had new clue what the man was still capable of.Now exiting the vehicle M/n was paired up with Gaz to take down the guards blocking the front of the building.When Price was giving orders M/n didn’t wanna waste time so he quickly sniped both of the in the head.

“Geez doc,ya didn’t even let Price finish?”Gaz exasperated as Angel huffed.

“Well we gotta get this down as soon as possible.Can’t afford to do anything last minute ey?”Angel asked as Gaz shrugged his shoulders as they made their way to the buildings entrance and walked inside.

“Angel,Gaz How copy?”König’s voice could be heard on the other end of the radio.

“All is well on our end,what about you and the others?”Angel spoke out as Gaz listened into the conversation as he shot down a few spotted enemies.

“Start headin towards the fifth floor we’ll meet up there.”Ghost spoke out in his usual rough tone of voice.Gaz and M/n began making there way up the stairs having to take down a few enemy soilders down.

“They should be up here.”Gaz murmured as Angel held his gun up prepared to shoot.

Gaz slowly opened the door just to be lucky enough to see the rest of 141 and the Los Vaqueros.

“Angel I’m glad to see you hermano-!”Alejandro was cut off by the click of several guns.They all turned around and they were surrounded

“Don’t fucking move!”One of them spoke out as König grabbed Angel’s arm in attempts of pulling him back to which Angel yanked his arm back.

“Angel du musst zurückbleiben!”König whispered yelled into Angels ear to which he responded.

“I can handle myself König.”Angel spoke out while slowly dispersing himself away from the huddle.

“Hand us the files and we’ll let you go.”A deep voice spoke out while aiming his gun at Rudy’s chest.

“Nae pumpin' happening assholes!”Soap yelled out defensively as one of them began moving closer and putting a gun to Alejandro’s skull.

“You’re going to regret doing this estúpido!”Alejandro yelled out as the man pressed his gun into Alejandro’s head harder which made him grunt.The leader was about to speak again until a muffled scream was heard gaining everyone’s attention.Price looked around and noticed that Angel was nowhere to be seen.

“Wait where’d Angel go?!”Price yelled out which made the rest realize the h/c haired male wasn’t with them.Suddenly a thud was heard and one of the enemies saw his teammates head rolling towards him.

“What the fuc-“The man was cut off by a knife lodging in to his skull.

“Stand your ground stay alert!��The leader yelled out only for another soilder to get shot in the skull.

“What the hell?”Gaz whispered as he saw something run across the room.He noticed the figure put two fingers up which Gaz remembered was a signal that Angel had taught him.Peace sign meant get ready in Angels code of silence,so Gaz grabbed his gun.At that moment M/n shot another soilder in the head and Gaz did the same.Angel rushed at another guy and slit his throat and used his now limp body as a shield.Ghost punched another one,knocking him to the ground and Soap tackled another one of the others to the ground and began punching him senseless.

König broke one of the men’s spins over his leg killing him instantly before throwing his knife in another’s skull.Alejandro was punching the guy who held the gun to his skull while Rudy stabbed one of them repeatedly.Gaz was about to turn around but the leader grabbed him and held a knife to his throat.

“STOP NOW!”He yelled out gaining everyone’s attention.“Drop your damn weapons.”He spoke out while pressing his knife onto Gaz’s throat making the Brit groan.They all lower their weapons now worrying for Gaz’s wellbeing.

“Just give me the damn files and I’ll let him go!”He yelled out as Price glared heavily at him.Nobody said anything and it seemed to have made the leader angrier.

“Ok..,y’all asked for th-AHH!”The male yelled out as Angel appeared from behind him biting into his neck.The man cried out as he pulled a chunk of skin off the males throat while also ripping out his vocal cords.The look the e/c eyed male gave him was nothing but cold as he ripped the mand vocal cords out his throat.Angel got down and began strangling the male with his vocal cords and the others could only watch as the man’s body went limp against his own appendage.141 and Los Vaqueros watched the male stand up before looking them all in the eye.

“What?I couldn’t just stand there he was gonna kill Gaz.”Angel spoke out as König jumped happily in place.

“No no it’s just the uh-we ain’t expect that out of ya considering you haven’t been on the field in a while.”Price spoke out as everybody made noises of agreement.

“Seems that the Angel has turned to the Archangel.”Soap spoke out jokingly as Angel chuckled.

“Yeah I think that’d have to be my new name on the field.”Angel spoke out as they began to exit the building.

It was decided Angel off the field and Archangel upon it

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m0chaminx · 4 months

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Mk1 characters with witch!reader | Dialogues

*•.¸♡Request: no

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: A couple of uses of y/n (I tried to keep them minimal), flirty, threatening, sweet fluff, the whole shebang, I've never written for mk before so go easy on me

*•.¸♡Paring: Various mk1 characters x gn!witch!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: just some fun dialoge of the mk1 charchters and a witch reader

*•.¸♡Words: 1k

*•.¸♡A/N: Merry Christmas y'all!!

Tomas : I faced far worse than an outworld witch.

y/n: You may jest now, but beware, for my spells can turn jesters into ghosts.

Tomas : Forgive me, but I do not understand the threat you pose.

y/n: Dear, sweet Tomas. Underestimate me at your peril. My hexes have a way of adding a bit of spice to the ordinary. Care for a taste?

y/n: Feel flattered Tomas, you have been the only Lin Kuei to pose a challenge.

Tomas : I cannot except your compliment's y/n, I truly can’t see a way I win this fight.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kuai Liang : I wish you no harm, but be prepared to lose.

y/n: I brew potions stronger than your fire, darling. Try not to get scorched by the truth.

y/n: Is it just me, or did the room light up the moment you walked in?

Kuai Liang : That’s my Kunai, I’ll try not to cut you… too bad.

y/n: Cross my path again, and you'll find out how swiftly my curses take effect.

Kuai Liang : Your threat has been noted, little witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒃𝒊-𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Bi-Han : It is foolish to face me, witch.

y/n: Ha! I mastered the art of Ice Manipulation when I was a child. You are the foolish one.

y/n: If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person in the room.

Bi-Han : Mind your tongue.

Bi-Han : I can't believe I need to waste my time killing you.

y/n: Oh please, Bi-Han. I don't need a crystal ball to predict your imminent exit from my life.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒚𝒛𝒐𝒕𝒉 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Syzoth : So, you cast spells?

y/n: Why cast spells when I can cast smiles? Yours is my favourite enchantment.

y/n: I'd advise you against challenging me. My curses have a way of sticking around longer than you'd like.

Syzoth : Do you stick around as well?

Syzoth : I heard you're a witch. Do you do shows?

y/n: Mock my craft, and you'll wish you had never left that travelling carnival.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Raiden : They say magic is in the little things, sweet y/n.

y/n: Then consider me your personal witch for these enchanting moments, sweet Raiden.

Raiden : I sense sparks between us.

y/n: I thought you had been practising with your amulet.

y/n: Cross my path, and the shadows you'll meet will be darker than any you've ever known.

Raiden : You must wield very dark magic then, witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒐 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kung Lao : I can’t wait to tell everyone I beat you.

y/n: Oh, please, darling. I could turn you into a toad with a flick of my perfectly manicured finger.

y/n: Why fly on a broomstick when I can use that thing you call a hat to soar above your nonsense?

Kung Lao : Hey! I thought it was creative.

y/n: I could make your dreams come true, but first, you'll need some better dreams.

Kung Lao : Lucky for me, I dream of you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒍𝒊𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: Tell me Lord Liu Kang, what was I like in this other timeline?

Liu Kang : All I can say is you're far more responsible in this one.

Liu Kang : I must commend your skills, witch. You have far exceeded any expectations.

y/n: Did you just compliment me? By the elder gods, what was I like before?

Liu Kang : Are you sure you wish to battle me, young witch?

y/n: I’m sure I want you to remember when I best you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

Johnny Cage : I gotta ask-

y/n: No! I cannot saw you in half. At least with you surviving.

Johnny Cage : Have you ever been on the big screen? People go crazy for witches.

y/n: While I thank you for the opportunity, Cage, my magic is not made for the big screen.

Johnny Cage : Whoa! Witches in outworld are way better looking.

y/n: Did you expect me to have a long green nose and melt in the rain?

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: I'm not a mind reader, but I'd love to know what's brewing in that mysterious mind of yours.

Kenshi Takahashi : I can assure you, you’re the only one surrounding my mind.

y/n: Think twice before meddling with my spells. The repercussions can be... unexpected.

Kenshi Takahashi : Sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I’m more intrigued than threatened.

Kenshi Takahashi : WIth Sento at my side, I can not lose.

y/n: Challenge me, and you'll learn that in the realm of magic, the victor is seldom the one who laughs last.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Mileena : Consider this your only warning. My wrath is not to be underestimated.

y/n: The feeling is more than mutual, Emperors.

y/n: If I were a witch, I'd cast a spell to make you mine.

Mileena : Luckily, you don't need magic for that.

Mileena : You over saw my mother for some time. Any words of advice for me?

y/n: A kind word to you Empress: underestimate powers you know nothing of, and you may not live long enough to regret it.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kitana : Must you always be so vigilant, my protector?

y/n: Only when it involves safeguarding the most precious gem in the kingdom.

y/n: I put the 'hex' in 'hexcellent.'

Kitana : That’s not as amusing as you think it is.

Kitana : I never expected a witch to be so charming.

y/n: Well, I say chivalry isn't dead, especially when there's a princess to impress.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Sindel : You must have heard the news of Mileena’s condition by now?

y/n: I shall try everything in power to help. It’s the least I can do for you.

Sindel : I’m sorry for what must happen, but do know I will always value you in my life.

y/n: I have served you for some time Empress, one battle will not sway my loyalty.

y/n: Your daughters have become great fighters, your majesty.

Sindel : They have found a great teacher with you, y/n.

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Rick Grimes x sister!reader - my family

omg im so happy you're writing for rick and daryl! Could i request a Rick x sister!reader where they weren't together when the infection started and thought that the other had died but she's found by someone from the group and taken to alexandria? - Anon 💜

A/N: due to the fact I’m on season 2 we’ve changed it a bit :))

You weren’t sure how long you had been running, and you were scared to stop running.

You were exhausted, you had the worst pain in your ribs and nasty cut down your arm that by some miracle hadn’t gotten infected.

You were scavenging whatever you could, food, medicine, bandages, a few bottles of water that you were trying to make last.

You learned the hard way you had to go for the head, so you kept a few knifes at hand, trading them in when you found something better.

You were in a forest, abundant with sticks, and that’s what you made use off, sharpening the largest and strongest ones, always keeping a couple tucked under the straps of your bags just in case one broke.

You hadn’t seen any other living people, and as much as you wanted to try and find your family you didn’t want to risk them being one of those creatures, you couldn’t bare that thought, so you kept running to keep yourself safe.

If they were alive you would find them somewhere, they had to be alive.

Sitting on a large rock, you were taking a small break, making sure to keep on eye on everything around you.

You heard a noise and you picked up your stick, spinning around only to find a crossbow pointed at you and you looked at the owner in fear.

“Please don’t kill me…”

“Your arm, you been bit?”

You quickly shook your head, putting the power bar your were eating in your mouth and unwrapped the old bandage with your free hand, showing him the jagged wound.

You took the food out your mouth and looked at him.

“Cut myself on some glass escaping those things, that’s all. It’s not healed right though, still bleeds.”

He grabbed your wrist, pulling your hand up so he could look at it.

Then he threw your arm back at you.

“The fuck you doing out here?”

“If I had to take a guess, probably the same as you. Running, ran from the city.”

“Atlanta?”

You nodded.

“I lived there, saw what was happened, made a break the moment I could, knew a refugee sight wouldn’t hold long.”

“Can’t tell if you’re smart or stupid.”

You shrugged a little, holding your food out to him.

He rose a brow in question, and you made a gesture for him to go ahead and take it.

“I got more.”

“Well I sure as hell don’t want no half eaten one dumbass, what else you got?”

You laughed a little, and opened your bag, pulling out another one for him, and he took it without thanks, and you zipped your bag up.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“You tell me first.”

“(Y/N).”

“Daryl.”

He looked around, and you did the same thing.

“Foods hard to come by now, why’d you share?”

“My brother always said I was too kind for my own good, I guess that was right. But we’re all in the same shit world, gotta make sure the ones alive stay alive.”

“Your stupid, that’s gonna get you killed pretty fast out here.”

You rolled your eyes, and you put your bag back on your back, grabbing your weapon and jumped down from the rock.

You smiled up at him.

“See you around I guess Daryl. Oh, and here.”

Looking through your pockets, you pulled out a few more power bars you held them out and he jumped down, taking them from you.

You began to walk away.

“Hey, hey wait a second, where you going?”

“I don’t know, just… just somewhere I guess.”

He nodded his head and walked over, he looked you up and down.

“Come on.”

He walked the opposite direction and you looked at him in pure confusion.

“Well hurry up, I ain’t getting myself fuckin’ killed because your dumbass is still standing there.”

Jogging over, you walked alongside of him, and he picked up something from a tree, which held a few small dead animals.

You didn’t say anything about it, knowing you had to do what you needed in order to survive these days.

Neither of you said anything, he didn’t exactly strike you as a bug conversationalist, and you didn’t want him to change his mind about you coming.

Maybe in days long gone you would’ve thought twice about following a stranger, but no you didn’t have those luxuries, he could’ve killed you before you realised he was there, and he didn’t.

In order to survive you needed company, you couldn’t do it on your own, and you wouldn’t be able to keep going along for much longer you knew that.

He led you back to a camp, with other people, and you raised your weapon.

“Put the damn stick down moron.”

“I don’t know if they’re safe.”

“Then why the fuck would you follow me?”

He snatched the stick from you, pushed you back a few steps and you winced, covering your ribs with a pained groan.

“Because I can’t make it on my own asshole.”

“Wait here.”

You nodded, slowly sitting down next to a beat down truck, and watched as he went to go talk to others.

Being able to sit down your pain finally caught up with you, and you passed out from exhaustion and pain.

When you came too again, you were on a bed, somebody holding your hand and you turned your head.

“Lori…?”

She looked up.

“(Y/N)?! Oh god you’re alive, wait here!”

She got up, running out and not even a few seconds later she came back with more people.

The boy jumped on the bed, and you groaned a little bit laughed as you wrapped your arm around him.

“Carl.. hey buddy.. hey…”

“You’re alive…” he sobbed.

“Yeah bud, I won’t let a few suckers bring me down.”

“Carl come on, let’s wait outside.”

Lori introduced you to Carol, and Carol looked you over.

“Dale thinks you’ve probably bruised a couple of ribs, nothing too bad. But your arm we don’t have the medicine for that.” Carol said.

You slowly sat up, swinging your legs over the bed.

“I do, my bag.”

Lori handed it over and you tipped everything out, showing a few bottles of antibiotics.

“Grabbed what I could when I saw the chance.”

“These will work, keep taking them a few times a day.” Lori said.

You nodded and looked out the window.

“Come on, let’s introduce you to everybody, you can stay with me and Carl, and I know Shane wants to see you.”

“Shane? And.. and Rick…?”

Lori looked at you, and you clenched your jaw.

“Lori.. where’s my brother…?”

“Ask Shane…”

You pushed yourself up, moving past her and out of the RV.

You looked around and found Shane, and you made your way over, holding your hand out as he went to hug you.

“Shane where the fuck is my brother? Where’s Rick?”

“He.. (Y/N) he was.. he was shot before all of this… I.. I tried to save him but I.. he was dead…”

Tears burned your eyes and you shook your head.

“He’s not dead…”

“I’m sorry…”

“No… no Shane my brother ain’t dead, you hear me!? He ain’t dead!”

You dropped to your knees despite the pain, and you rested your head on the ground.

“He.. he’s not dead…”

Lori knelt next to you, hugging you tightly as you mourned the loss of your brother.

You didn’t leave the tent for days, you stayed in there, refusing to talk to anybody, refusing to leave.

“(Y/N)?”

You looked up at Carl, and he walked over, sitting next to you, resting his head on your side.

“Do you think my dad could still be out there…?”

“Yeah… he.. he has to be bud…”

He nodded his head, and you ran your fingers through his hair, soothing his quiet cries.

You stared to move around after a week, but you still needed time to rest and fully heal so you couldn’t go on runs or help with much, but you watched the children for everybody.

Carl mostly kept to your side if he wasn’t with his mom.

“I’m cold.” Sophia said.

“Alright, wait here I’ve got a spare blanket in my bag.”

You made your way back to you sister in laws tent, and you stepped in only to freeze at the sight of your sister in law making out with your brothers best friend.

They quickly pulled apart and you grabbed your blanket.

“(Y/N)…” Lori whispered.

“Didn’t take you all that long to get over him huh?”

“No.. not its.. it’s not like that..”

You shook your head.

“I’ll find somewhere else to sleep, and both of you better stay the fuck away from me.”

You left, making your way back to the little girl and you wrapped her up in your blanket.

Going back to the now empty tent, you grabbed your things and set them down by a fire.

“Are you leaving?” Carl asked sadly.

“Nah buddy, I’m staying, I just want somewhere else to sleep for a while cause you snore so loudly.”

He hit your arm and you laughed a little at him.

You didn’t want to share a tent with anybody else, so as they all went to bed you stayed by the embers of the fire.

“Ain’t gonna help much if you die of cold or exhaustion.”

You glanced up, and you shrugged a little.

“Rather not stay in the same tent as my sister in law right now.”

Daryl looked at you, he knew what was going on of course.

He didn’t speak much but he saw a lot, so he knew why you didn’t want to stay in the tent with her.

“Get your shit.”

You looked at him.

“Let’s go.”

You pushed yourself up, and you followed him to his tent where he kicked some stuff aside, gesturing with his hand down the middle.

“You stay on your half, I stay on mine. I ain’t sharing my shit with you though.”

“Deal.”

You sat down, putting your bag under your head and he sat down on his stuff, sharpening a few sticks.

“Hey Daryl?”

“Shut up.”

You laughed again.

“Thanks.”

He said nothing in response.

After a few minutes you felt something hit you in the face and you looked at the sweater in confusion but all he did was get up and leave.

You didn’t want to speak to Lori or Shane, if you wanted peace you would stay in Daryl’s tent knowing that nobody dared to go near it.

“Come on, we’re going to have to talk about what happened!” Shane hissed.

“Get lost!”

“She’s your sister! You can’t just ignore her! She’s beating herself up because you won’t speak to her (Y/N)!”

“Well she should’ve thought about that before cheating on my brother!”

You stormed past Shane and he grabbed your wrist making you wince in pain.

He let go, and was shoved back, and Daryl pushed you towards the tent.

You looked at him but said nothing as you made your way there and Shane left you alone.

“Just break his nose, shuts every guy up.”

“Rather let him suffer knowing he’s the reason I won’t speak to him or her.”

Daryl half shrugged.

“Whatever then, I’m going huntin’. Stay in the tent.”

You nodded and he left.

You decided to take a nap, having sleepless nights made keeping a level head hard, it was easier to sleep knowing that there wasn’t many walkers during the day.

What woke you up was the commotion, and you got up, grabbing your weapon, hand on your ribs as you walked up to the main camp.

You heard Daryl shouting.

“Daryl?! Hey! What’s going on?!”

He pushed himself away from the people, and he looked at you.

“Those fuckers left my brother to die!”

You placed a hand on his chest.

“Then we go find him, alright? Get your stuff, you and me, we’ll go get him. Okay?”

“You can’t go out there asshole, you’re hurt.”

“I don’t give a fuck, he’s your brother. We’ll get him back.”

He nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder and followed him down to his tent to help get everything ready.

Steps came closer and he grabbed his weapon.

“Are you in there?” Lori asked softly.

“What the fuck do you want?” You snapped.

“Come outside, please?”

Sighing, you put your knife down and got up, making your way over to the front of the tent and stepped out.

You looked at her, then your gaze snapped behind her.

“Oh thank god…”

Rick rushed over, pulling you into a hug and you yelped in pain, dropping to your knees.

He quickly dropped in front of you, placing his hand on your shoulder.

“Hey, hey, are you alright? Are you okay?”

“Bruised ribs…”

He nodded, pulling you in for a more gentle hug this time, and you hugged him back, tears streaming down your face.

“You’re alive…” you whispered.

“Course I am….” He whispered back.

Rick held you closely, not wanting to let you go.

It was one thing thinking he lost his wife and son, but he couldn’t bare the thought of loosing his little sister as well.

He placed his hand on the back of your head, trying to hide the fact he was crying.

“I got you… I’ve got you… it’s alright…” he whispered.

“They… they told me you died Rick…”

He pulled away, smiling at you.

“I’m alright, you see? A little worse for wear but I’m alright, we’re safe…”

You nodded, sniffling a little, you clasped your hand tightly around his, and he held back just as tight.

“Whatever goes on now, we go through it together, like when we was kids, yeah?” He asked.

“Us against whatever crap life throws…”

He nodded, giving you smile.

“Yeah.. yeah exactly…”

He looked at you, and he pulled you in for another hug, and you glared at his wife from behind his back and she slowly walked away.

You weren’t going to tell him what you saw, he was safe, and you weren’t going to do anything to put your brother in danger.

You pulled back and looking at your brother again.

“You smell like shit Rick…”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you.

“Well thanks, I missed you too.”

#the walking dead #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x y/n #twd #twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #twd imagine #Rick grimes #Rick grimes x reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n #Rick grimes imagine

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softlyspector · 2 years

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can you do prompt 11 with jake lockley pls 💗

"did you bring a jacket?" / "no" / "here, take mine." + Jake Lockley

a/n: something about jake that just drives me up a wall i stg.

"Y'know," you poke Jake in the side, "you really didn't have to come with me, Lockley."

"And let you handle this alone, hermosa? Nah." He shrugs his shoulder, reaching up with his free hand to pull his hat down over his eyes. "Someone's gotta do the heavy lifting.”

You roll your eyes, sneaking a glance at Jake from the corner of your eye. "I would manage just fine. I'm not that delicate," you snort, squeezing his bicep where your hand is tucked into his elbow. "They're just pumpkins."

Jake winkles his nose, glancing down at the wet grass you're walking through, yellowed and tramped down from the many feet that walked the path from the car park to the pumpkin patch before you, a layer of rusted brown leaves sticking up in clumps. "Don't I know it. Could have just went to the store."

"And where's the fun in that?" You pinch him gently. "Steven would have come with me you know. If you didn't want to."

Jake frowns at you, his shoulders stiffening just a little as his expression freezes carefully in place. "Oh yeah? I thought you wanted to surprise him."

"I do. Could have surprised him with a pumpkin patch trip," you say, not sure what to make of his reaction.

"Got him wrapped around your finger, huh."

It isn't a question, and the mood between your sours just a bit. There's a bite of something in his voice that you can't quite put your finger on. But it's icy, and it makes your chest contract.

It's always like this with you and Jake, fine one moment, sticky with something unsaid the next. But you're never quite sure what the unsaid thing is.

You decide not to answer, pressing your lips together, feeling once again like you were in Jake's way, like he barely liked you, only tolerated you for the sake of his alters.

The irritation in your belly curdles into melancholy. You don't have the energy to keep up with Jake's moods, but you do knock his hand out of the way when he tries to pay at the wooden entry stand.

He stares at you as you hand over your own money, the person manning the standing handing back your change without comment, eyes flicking between the two of you.

You just smile, take your change and the two baskets you paid for and move along, not waiting to see if Jake will follow you.

He does, but he doesn't speak to you. Jake follows a couple feet behind you, collar of his jacket popped up around his ears, cap pulled low over his eyes so you can see his gaze.

The strained feeling clawing at your chest only grows, until you can't really enjoy the outing at all, until you feel like you can't really breathe. You find yourself walking blindly past rows and rows of pumpkins until you reach the back of the patch and meet the start of the apple orchard.

You stare confusedly at the trees for a moment, the scent of apple and wet leaf spinning through the air.

Pumpkins.

You are here for pumpkins.

But if you turn Jake will be at your back, like a wraith, lurking, waiting to hit you with little bolts of unexpected hurt.

Got him wrapped around your finger, huh.

Yeah, you get it. He doesn't think you're good enough for Steven, but then why come along at all? Why offer to help you?

Pumpkins.

You are here for pumpkins.

You will decorate that damn flat no matter what Jake wants.

You will carve pumpkins with Steven, and probably even Marc if you could convince him, and Jake Lockley's distaste of you, his fickle nature when it came to you will not stop you.

When you turn, Jake is watching you, one brow lifted as he stuffs gloved hands into his jacket pockets. "You passed all the pumpkins," he says.

"I wanted to look at all of them first," you lift your chin.

He smirks at you, "Last I checked pumpkins don't grow on trees." He nods to the apple trees behind you.

"Oh? Silly me," you snark. "Sorry, I know I'm keeping you from better things, even though you offered to come."

You step around him, squishing through the wet, marshy patch again. The damp chill of the day is starting to weigh on you, and you shiver as you march ahead of Jake, actually looking at the pumpkins as you pass them this time, baskets swinging by your side.

You find a couple of little ones that will make nice decorations until you have to turn them into some kind of soup.

Jake rolls out the two big ones you choose without comment and deposits them into the baskets where you sat them on the ground. He stands guard over your stash while you look for a third. When you carry it back and set it carefully in your basket alongside the little ones, you shiver and wrap your arms around you middle.

"Okay," you start, eager to be back in the warmth of the car, eager to go back to the flat and decorate and put as much space between yourself and Jake as you can, "I think we can go-,"

"Three."

You glance away from the pumpkins and up at Jake, furrowing your brow at the expression on his face, confused, focused, wounded. "What?" You ask dumbly.

"Three big ones," he gestures to them like you can't see that there are three pumpkins. "Did you - there's an extra one."

"Extra?" You chirp, glancing down. "No, there are supposed to be three." You point at each one in turn, "Me, Steven, Marc."

"Marc?"

"Yeah," you say, curling your arms around yourself again, clutching at your ribs against the cold. "Marc pretends he hates this kind of stuff but I know he'll pout if I don't get him one to carve."

Jake blinks at you, that hurt expression flickering over his face again. "Yeah," he eventually agrees. "He would." You stand there in the cold as the autumn wind picks up, shivering, not able to piece together why something in your chest is twisting in knots, why Jake looks like you kicked him, like you kicked him on purpose.

"Jake-,"

"Are you cold?"

"What?"

He mutters something under his breath, the fiery lick of Spanish curling off his tongue. "Did you bring a jacket?"

"No," you answer. "It's fine, let's just go-,"

But Jake is already stepping closer to you, shrugging out of his jacket to wrap around you shoulders. It’s a nice weight against you, the smell of the leather infused with something sharp and smoky emanating from the fabric. "You can take mine," he says, adjusting it around you until he's satisfied. "The car is going to be cold now too. Can't let their girl catch cold, I'll never hear the end of it."

And there it is, that sharp little barb again. Like you were a weight and a problem and something nasty on the bottom of his shoe. You step back, out of his grip and yank the coat off your shoulders. "I'm not going anywhere, you know," you snap, holding his jacket back out to him. "So you might as well stop."

Jake doesn’t say anything for a moment, surprise flickering over his face. "I know you aren't goin' anywhere, querida."

You don't ask what that word means, even though you can feel the question fluttering around the back of your throat. "Then can you either...can you make up your mind about me?" He blinks again, like he doesn't know what you're talking about. "I'm not going anywhere, Jake. And you clearly don't think I'm...you don't think I'm good enough for them."

Jake takes the jacket, swings it around your shoulders again, and tugs you close. "Ay, Dios mío, you're as blind and hardheaded as Marc sometimes." You frown and open your mouth when he continues, "I don’t want you to go anywhere. You're more than good enough. And I've already made my mind up about you."

You don't feel like you can’t breathe, a light mist starting to pepper down over you. "Oh. You have?"

"Mhm," he tilts closer to you, hands still fisted in the collar of the jacket. "Long time ago actually."

You cycle back through your memories, casting Jake's comments in another light, another tone. Maybe you misread him. He wasn't irritated, he was jealous and trying to hide it. Lonely, and trying to hide it. Hurt, and trying so desperately to hide it.

"Oh," you say again, unable to look away from his eyes. "I didn't know."

"I know," he says, "It's okay. It's better this way."

His breath ghosts over your lips, warm where the air around you is sharply, stingingly cold. The scent of him like rain and smoke and mint. You step closer to him, tipping your face up into his. "Jake, would you like a pumpkin?" Before he can answer, you continue, a torrent of words spilling out, "We can carve it together and we can decorate together and it can be a little present for Marc and Steven. Together. Me and you."

Jake tips his forehead down against yours. "Yeah," he says, the statement heavier than it should be. "I want my own fuckin' pumpkin, mi vida."

You lock your fingers through his, the soft leather of the glove comforting against your skin. "Okay."

The twitch of a smile lifts his lips, and Jake cups his free hand against the back of your neck before he kisses you.

#jake lockley x reader #jake lockley x you #moon knight #moon knight drabble

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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Iridessa And The Lost Boy

Summary: This Halloween you refuse to let anyone dim your sparkle, unless it's your curmudgeon of a boyfriend. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Slight Angst, Fluff, Groveling, Cursing, Implied Smut, Minors DNI

A/N: Sorry this Halloween Fic is coming a day late. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Partially written and edited on my phone. All mistakes are my own.

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“You are such a fucking curmudgeon it’s not even funny!” You shout as you chase your man up yet another flight of stairs.

“I am not!”

“Are too, Andy!”

“Hate to tell ya, but you’re sounding real mature right now, baby girl.” He calls over his shoulder as he makes his way to his bedroom. As if he could escape you there.

‘Either hear me out or I’m going home!” You brace yourself against the door frame, tapping your foot expectantly while you wait for him to give you the attention you’ve been demanding for the past twenty minutes.

“Oh, no you’re not.” Andy strips off his shirt and tosses it in the direction of his closet before doing the same with his pants. He knew it drove you nuts whenever he did that. It takes everything in you not to go pick up the discarded items of clothing and drop them into the hamper yourself.

Buttface. You stick your tongue out at him for good measure.

“Again, real mature, Y/N.” He stretches his arms above his head, his taut muscles bunching and flexing beneath his tanned, lightly freckled skin. “You gettin’ in the shower with me or no?”

“No.” You huff, even as you go to remove the tie from your wrist so you can pile your hair on top of your head. “Cuz’ I’m going home.” Your man just rolls his eyes before padding towards the bathroom.

“Sweet girl, in order for you to do that you’d have to remember where you put your keys.” He levels you with a knowing look before disappearing inside to brush his teeth. “But you don’t.”

“If you don’t agree to uphold your end our agreement to be the Peter Pan to my Iridessa, then I - I…I’m sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Ooh! What now? Take that, Andrew Jerome Barber.

“You had better have your pretty little ass in my bed by the time I get out of this shower, otherwise we’re gonna have a problem.” Andy growls through a mouthful of toothpaste, pointing his foamy brush at you for emphasis.

Your eyes shoot to your hairline, surprised at his audacity. His house or not, you would sleep wherever you damn well pleased! At least until your boyfriend noticed you were missing – then he would simply pick you up and bring you back to wherever he thought you belonged.

“But it’s my favorite holiday. And this is our first Halloween together! I mean, it’s an excuse to dress up and play make-believe.” You clap your hands and bounce on your toes, excitement dancing through your veins.

Andy rinses his mouth in the sink before poking his head out the door once more. “Y/N, I think it’s wonderful that you love Halloween so much, I do. But it’s just not my thing and neither are the parties. Plus, I don’t do tights.” He tells you with a one-armed shrug.

Your shoulders slump in defeat. “So, you’re not even gonna go to the party with me?” You ask, a small pout forming on your lips. “But you said you would.”

“I’m afraid not, my little Isadora. I’ve gotta use that evening to catch up on some paperwork. But I’ll be your ride home.”

“I’m going as Iridessa and I can find my own ride.” You sniff haughtily, turning up your nose at him. “It’s called a Lyft, thank you very much.”

Your man lets out a withering sigh before ducking inside the bathroom again, this time to turn on the shower. “C’mon and join me, baby girl. I’ll even set the temperature to hellfire, just how you like it.”

“Nope!” You were not going to let that man distract you. Those hands, coupled with soap and suds, were dangerous. “What if you went as John? Or how about Michael?”

“I don’t do nightgowns or top hats either. And please don’t ask me to dress up as the St. Bernard.” While you can hear him, his voice is slightly muffled by the sound of the water pelting against tile.

“Her name is Nana and she’s actually a Newfoundland, you crotchety ass ogre!” Officially out of patience, you throw your arms in the air and flounce out of the bedroom to go watch television.

“Y/N?” When you don’t respond, Andy just shakes his head and shucks his boxers. Truth be told, your Big Man wasn’t too worried. He’d just search you out and wrestle you into bed when he was finished.

And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to smoothing his little pixie’s ruffled wings the best way he knew how.

___

Twenty minutes later, he finds you on the couch clutching a beige throw pillow and aimlessly scrolling through videos on your phone.

“Baby, why aren’t you dressed in your pajamas?" Or better yet, waiting for me naked in bed?

“Because,” you shrug. “I was searching for my keys. And then I got distracted by this channel that features a bunch of DIY costume tutorials.” Locking the screen, you rise to your feet and begin looking around for your boots. “I found them by the way.”

“Oh.” Andy raises a questioning brow as his bright blue eyes follow your movements. “Where were they?”

“Hiding underneath the end table.”

“Okay…and what are you doing now?”

“Going home.” You reply as you force your foot into a stubborn black boot. Ignoring his muffled curse, you keep going, repeating the process with the other shoe. “And not because I don’t want to share my feelings, but because I’m mad and don’t want to chance saying the wrong thing.”

“Uh huh. Well, how about you say it anyway?” Your Big Man rests his hands on his narrow hips. “That way we can move on and I can take you to bed.”

Shaking your head, you tuck your phone into the back pocket of your jeans and then go about rearranging and fluffing the pillows on his couch.

“I’m listening, Y/N.” You can sense the impatience in his tone.

“I’m sure you are.” You grumble. “Doesn’t mean anything I say is gonna change your mind. Besides, I don’t want our first official fight to be over the fact that I’m frustrated over your being kind of a dick right now.”

I’d rather save that for when you’re being a full-on dick. Really make that shit count.

“So we’re fighting now?” Andy growls, running his hands through his damp locks. “Because I don’t want to parade around in some ridiculous costume like I’m five-years-old?”

“No!” You all but shout, flailing your arms as you struggle to come up with the right words. “We are having a very strong disagreement because you told me one thing last week in regards to the party, and now you’re saying something completely different!”

“I have to work!”

“Oh my God, Andrew! Just say you don’t want to go!”

“Fine.” He grunts, jamming his hands into the pockets of his black sleep pants. “I don’t want to go. Halloween just isn’t my thing, okay? It never has been, baby.”

And there it was.

“Okay,” you huff, feeling deflated. “Well, that’s what you should’ve led with.”

“Sweetheart…please don’t look at me like that.” Your boyfriend reaches out to cup your jaw, his thumb delicately stroking over the apple of your cheek. “Just because I don’t enjoy that kind of kiddy shit doesn’t mean you can’t. I’ll just pick you up after. What’s wrong with that?” He asks as his deep blue eyes search your own.

Gently removing his hand, you sling your purse over your shoulder before reaching for your coat.

“There’s nothing wrong with that. I was just looking forward to spending Friday night with you at this stupid, childish party because I thought it would be fun. For both of us. We could take funny pictures and act like goofballs, maybe do the Monster Mash.”

Andy clears his throat, hating the tightness forming in his chest.

“I get that we don’t always have to like the same things, Andy. I don’t enjoy doing everything you like, but I do them because I love you. And that’s why it ends up being fun for me. Because I’m with you, you big, beautiful oaf.” Refusing to look at him, you quickly zip up your coat. “But you’ve made your point.”

“So you just threw a tantrum and now you’re leaving?” Your man growls as you brush by him.

“I’m tired and I’m feeling some kinda way right now, so I want to end things here as best I can.”

“End what?” Now he looks every bit as frustrated as you.

“This conversation.” Bridging the distance between you two, you rise up on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss on his bearded cheek. “I’ll see you on Tuesday for coffee.”

“Ah, Y/N…don’t leave. Not - not over this.”

You turn and give him one last look. “It may not be a big deal to you but, for whatever reason, it is to me. You’ve asked me to get better at expressing my feelings, even the crazy ones. Well then, here ya go.”

Heaving an exasperated sigh, Andy proceeds to follow you to the garage. He hits the button to raise the door before wrapping one brawny arm around your waist.

“I’m sorry you’re upset, sweet girl.” His soft, full lips graze the shell of your ear. “I’ll find a way to make it up to you. I know you’re hellbent on leaving, but…” You feel a slight tingle in your belly as your man gives you the look.

The kind of look that lets you know he wants nothing more than to drag you back inside and do deliciously sinful things to your little body. All you had to do was say yes.

“Sex can’t be the answer to everything, Big Man.”

“Why the hell not?” He hisses under his breath.

“I love you.” You tell him before pulling away. “I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“I love you, too. But call me when you get home. Let me know that you made it safe.”

“It’s only a twenty minute trip, Andrew.” You call out as you open your car door and climb into the driver’s seat. “I’ll be fine.”

“Do it anyway. Please.” He tacks on the last word in an attempt to soften the command.

“Fine. Goodnight.” You blow him a kiss, which he then pretends to catch and stuff in his pocket.

“Goodnight, baby girl.” Andy mumbles as he watches you back out of his garage and drive off into the night. After a moment he heads inside and locks the door. Grabbing his phone off its charger, he traipses up the stairs and unceremoniously flops down on his empty bed.

And then he waits for your call. Eventually, he falls asleep, still clutching the device in his hand.

But it never rings.

___

One Week Later…

You stand in front of the floor length bathroom mirror admiring your look for the evening. After nearly an hour of applying sparkles and makeup, you appeared every inch the glittering, golden fairy that was Iridessa.

True to his word, your boyfriend had stayed late at the office tonight, which meant you were flying solo. While his lack of interest in your favorite day of the year was disappointing to say the least, there was nothing you could do about it.

But now that you were all dressed up, how come you no longer felt like going anywhere?

While you hadn’t called Andy like you said you would that night, you did end up keeping your weekly coffee date. While the date itself had gone fine, things remained a little strained between the two of you.

And as much as you had wanted to show him your finished costume…you had held back. Because while he hadn’t said it out loud, you had the sneaking suspicion that the man who had the ability to dominate your thoughts nearly every waking moment considered your love of Halloween to be, well…juvenile.

Maybe it was the age difference. You had a feeling you’d encounter that particular barrier eventually.

Forcing yourself back to the present, you make the decision to cancel your ride with Lyft. This year, you just weren’t in the mood.

Maybe it was time you finally grew up a little, you know? It sucked. But perhaps that was the truth of it.

Turning off the light, you wander into the living room still wearing your costume. Plopping down on the sofa you turn on the television and cuddle up with a blanket. You shoot a quick text Andy, letting him know that you wouldn’t be needing him to pick up tonight after all.

He doesn’t immediately respond. Not that you expected him to anyway.

Then you proceed to flip through the channels until you settle on watching Hocus Pocus. Guess you were spending the evening with Sanderson Sisters. Letting out a weary sigh, you allow yourself to snuggle even deeper under the covers.

And so what if you got a little glitter on your couch? At least something deserved to sparkle tonight…

Even if it wasn’t you.

___

Elsewhere in Downtown Boston…

Andy stares down at his phone as he rereads your brief message for the third time.

You: Changed my mind. Staying in tonight. Don’t work too hard.

His brow furrows as he processes your words. His girl loved Halloween, that much he knew. And you had been so excited about that damned party and your costume until…

Until he had opened his big mouth and ruined it. Just because he didn’t enjoy this particular holiday dedicated to ghouls and ghosts didn’t mean he wanted you to skip it altogether. He wanted to see you happy. In fact, that’s all he ever really wanted – for you to be happy. Preferably with him.

Even when he was in the midst of pissing you off.

Andy scrubs a tired hand over his newly trimmed scruff as his brain kicks into overdrive. The way he saw it, he had two options. He could either let things ride and hope you’d move on like he hoped you would, or…

He could try to fix it. Because the thought of you sitting at home alone sadly gorging yourself on candy was enough to make his chest ache.

Resting his head on his desk, Andy begins to conjure up a plan. It wouldn’t be perfect, not that his baby girl ever expected perfection from him, but it would do. All he needed was an hour to make some magic happen.

Pushing away from his desk, he grabs his briefcase and turns off the light. And then he heads straight for the copy room.

___

An Hour Later…

You’re dozing when you hear a knock at the door. Confused, you take a moment to sit up and stretch. And then the knock sounds again, this time more insistent.

“I’m coming. I’m coming.” You grumble as you adjust the skirt of your costume. No need to put on a show for whoever was on the other side.

Rising up on your toes to look out the peephole, you’re surprised to see your boyfriend standing just outside.

What the hell?

Undoing the locks, you allow the door to swing open. And there stands your Andy Bear, his arms laden with bags.

“Hi, sweetness” He breathes, taking in your slightly rumpled form.

“Uh, hi.” You stand there for a moment, the two of you poised at the entryway.

“You look…stunning.” Andy swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down.

“Pretty sure my make-up looked better before I fell asleep.” You murmur. “But thanks.”

“Impossible.” His bright blue eyes rove over your body, taking in every little detail. “I can’t believe you made that yourself.” He mutters to no one in particular.

You shrug, wishing you could do something to eliminate the awkward tension between you two…

“Can I come in?”

“Yeah, of course.” You step back to let him by. Andy carries the bags into your living room before setting everything on your coffee table.

“Can we sit?” Your man nods toward the couch. “Please, baby?” His tone is soft and pleading. And his eyes…God if you looked into his gorgeous eyes you had the feeling that you'd melt on the spot.

You go to join him on the sofa, only to have him stop you.

“I want you to sit with me.”

“I was just about to, honey.” You tell him, resting your hands on your hips.

“No…it’s just – you know how I like to discuss things sometimes. Can you do that for me?”

Ohhh…he wanted you to sit with him. Got it.

Giving in, you proceed to hike up the hem of your outfit so you can sit facing him on his lap, your legs straddling his powerful thighs.

Yes, sometimes your man liked to have certain discussions while sitting just like this. You had to admit that it certainly made things a little more...intimate.

“Happy now?” You ask, doing your best to keep from squirming.

“No.” Andy murmurs before leaning in to kiss your nose. “Because you’re not happy. And I’m pretty sure I had something to do with it.”

“It’s okay, really.” You insist as you stare at some random spot on the wall just beyond his shoulder.

“It’s not.”

“It is.”

“Cut it out, Y/N. This is your favorite holiday. I knew that and I still shat all over it.” His large, warm hands go to grip your hips, giving them an affectionate squeeze. “You’ve been upset with me all week. And after thinking about it, I’m kinda upset with myself.”

All you can offer him is a shrug for his trouble. “This is kid stuff. Maybe it’s time for me to grow up a little. Be more serious like you.”

“Don’t you dare think that.” Andy groans, bouncing you on his lap in an effort to get your attention. “You bring magic to my life, Y/N. I tell you all the time that you color my world, because you do. Just by being you. Can you please look at me, sweetheart?”

With a small sigh, you give him your eyes. “I forgive you, Andy. I do. And you didn’t need to come all the way over here for this. I would’ve gotten over it eventually.”

“But that’s my point, little love. You shouldn’t have had to get over anything. You were absolutely correct when you called me a curmudgeon the other day, I just didn’t see it. And I’m sorry.” Your Big Man rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. And I’m sorry Iridessa. Will you let this Lost Boy make it up to you?”

“Lost boy?”

Grinning rather sheepishly, Andy taps the laminated name tag clipped to his chest which reads:

Andy Barber, Lost Boy

You trace the typed words with your fingers, feeling oddly moved.

"Is this your costume, Big Man?"

He clears his throat before responding. "Uh, yeah. Kind of. I mean, I had to think fast."

You bury your face in your man's shirt as a giggle bubbles its way out of your chest.

"You're so corny sometimes, Andy Bear." You pull back to press a hard kiss to his tempting mouth. "But I love it."

"Yeah?" He breathes out, wrapping his brawny arms around your body to hold you close. "I also brought you some candy and your favorite Chinese Food. Plus, I stopped by a Redbox and rented every horror movie they had, baby."

Your man had done what? For you?

"That's so unbelievably sweet of you." You lean in to capture his mouth with your own once again, pouring every ounce of love and adoration you hold into the kiss. A small moan escapes your lips as his tongue delicately duels with yours.

You were addicted to this man, to his mind, his mouth, his taste. His everything.

"But, Andy Bear, I don't have a DVD player..." You tell him before sucking on his bottom lip.

"I jacked one from the office. I didn't have time to test it, but it should work just fine."

You stare at him for a beat, enjoying the way your heart swelled in your chest. This man, your man, could be an ass sometimes...but he always more than made up for it in his own special way.

"I love you." You tell him as you gently run your fingers through his chestnut colored locks. "You make me happy in ways I'll never be able to fully explain."

"Yeah?" He whispers, his eyes shining with complete and utter adoration. And it was all for you.

"I love you, too. You have my word that I'll do better next time." Your man holds up his pinky finger, which you readily link with your own.

"I'd suggest that we seal things with a kiss, but I think I have something better in mind."

"Oh yeah, baby girl? And what's that?" Andy purrs as he nibbles along your jaw.

"How about you take me to bed and find out?"

"Whatever you want, Iridessa." Your man growls before swooping you up and carrying you off. "Whatever you want."

END

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john-kramers-left-sock · 6 months

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Inktober Day 7: Drip

Pairing: John Kramer x Reader

SFW

(This is the edited version because I changed the direction of my story)

"Come on, there's no one here. Let's just take a quick look," your boyfriend of six months, Sam, encouraged you and your friends to step through the gap in the chain-link fence. The abandoned warehouse towers over your entire group, covering the moon and casting a dark shadow on the land around you.

"I don't know about this, guys. What if we get caught? There have to be cameras or something around the property. I mean, it's not like we're the first ones to try this," Emma, your best friend raised her concern to the group. It was mainly met with eye rolls and a couple of groans.

"You gotta be kidding me. It's just an old warehouse. Wait, are you scared that it's haunted or something?" The bad boy of the group, Eric, snickered slightly. He wrapped an arm around Emma, mocking a ghostly moan. "Woooo I'm the ghost of of a warehouse worker named Bob! I'm going to bore you to death by talking about my kids and my erectile disfunction!"

"Knock it off, Eric. It's fine for people to be freaked out with this kind of thing. I mean, it's pretty dark out," Ben gently pulled Eric away from Emma, his brows slightly furrowed in concern.

"It's Halloween night! What's better than going to a creepy, abandoned building? Who knows, we coulf find a body or something," Sam replied with a smirk. He looked at you, a grin on his freckled face. "Besides, (Y/n) is pretty good at this urban exploring stuff, right?"

"Well, I've only done it once before. It's not like I'm an expert," you awkwardly attempt to explain to your friends, rubbing the chills from your arms. "We should just be careful. If it seems dangerous, we'll just leave. Besides, I'm sure an old building like this has interesting history."

"Yeah yeah, we don't need a history lesson. Let's just get inside. It's gonna start raining soon," Eric pushed his way past you and Sam, crawling under the gap in the fence. One by one each person slipped through, making it to the imposing warehouse before them.

"Wait, there's no lock?" Emma said in a surprised tone as the group gathered in front of the large doors. It was clear that it had been chained up before, but not right now. "We should head back, someone might be in there."

"No chance. There's not a single car around and the front gate is still chained up. Maybe the last people who snuck in left it unlocked. Let's go," Sam pulled the door open without questioning, waiting for everyone to enter the warehouse.

As you enter, you catch the sign nailed to the outside wall. DO NOT ENTER is printed out on the metal shape, years of wear leaving it covered in rust. Your instincts tell you one thing, but your curiosity wins out in the end. You enter the warehouse, watching Sam shut the door behind you.

'Damn, it's dark in here. Stick close, guys," Ben pulled out his phone, turning on the flashlight and shining it across the room. It doesn't look very special, with worn furniture scattered across the room and rusted tools on the floor. The rafters creek on their own and a dripping sound can be heard in the distance. "I was expecting it to be more... Terrifying."

"Well, maybe this is just a front. Who knows, there might still be some stuff hidden around here. Let's look around," you suggest, looking over every detail. The group stays close together, checking each room. Most of it was empty, having been cleared out when the warehouse was shut down. As you continued, the dripping noise got louder and louder.

"Woah, look at this," Ben speaks up after shining his flashlight to the right. The light hits a large metal door. It was solid and heavy, almost like the entrance to a vault. Ben approached it first, pressing his ear to the metal. "I think I hear that dripping coming from in here."

"Now you're talking. Move, I'll get it open," Eric rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the handle. He pulled with all of his strength, expecting it to be locked. However, the door swings open, sending him to the ground with a thud.

"Are you ok?" Emma rushes to Eric's side, kneeling to check him over. Her lips purse in concern when she sees a scratch on his arm. "That looked like it hurt. Hold still, I have a bandaid."

While Emma tended to Eric, you, Sam, and Ben approached the large door. Glancing inside, the room was empty, but far cleaner than any of the place in the warehouse. You step inside, hearing the dripping coming from the ceiling. Liquid would form on the surface before dripping down to the floor below.

"That's weird, this is too dark to be water," you mumble to yourself as you step inside the room, holding out your hand. After catching a drop, you gaze down at the substance. It looks to be red, and a strong smell of iron hits your senses.

Suddenly, the metal door slams shut, locking behind you. You whirl around, panicking as you bang your fists on the door. "Guys?! This isn't funny! Let me out!" You yelled, trying to twist the handle. From the other side, you can hear small dull thuds and yelps, before an overwhelming silence hits. "Guys...?"

No one responds to the sound of your voice. You stand there in silence, thoughts racing. Just when you think that this is some messed up dream, you hear a voice from the corner of the room. A speaker sits on the ground, a raspy voice muttering through it.

"Hello (Y/n), I want to play a game."

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My Little Eddie Teddy

Not sure if there’s really an audience for this one, fix-it fic kind of I guess and probably a very unpopular pairing, but I want to explore more of a family dynamic with this rather than anything explicit/romantic. The Munson boys just need a bit more love and care in their lives, ok… cause my heart breaks for them... but let me break them some more first lol. I debated doing this as an OC but ultimately decided against it. All hurt no comfort, well maybe a little bit of comfort at the end.

Nephew!Eddie & Aunt!Reader, Wayne Munson x Reader. No smut/explicit content in this one, just grief and trauma and heartbreak.

Edward Theodore Munson was your nephew. Well, sort of, you’d been dating his uncle Wayne for the past three years when his parents foisted him off onto the pair of you. He was five now. His parents had flitted in and out of your lives as they pleased, on and off throughout the years, never quite finding it in themselves to stick around. Wayne was nothing like his brother, you thanked your lucky stars for that. You loved Eddie like the son you never had, he was your little Eddie Teddy, as you had grown fond of calling him. And you were his Teetee, he’d had problems early on pronouncing the word ‘Auntie’. At first it came out as Teetee and it stuck.

“Wayne, we gotta talk.” You say pulling him aside.

“What you gonna leave me? You finally get sick of me?” He jokes nervously.

“No, nothing like that.” You rush to reassure him, but then pause for a moment, “Well…”

“Oh god you are leaving me. Why? What was it? What did I do?” His eyes search your own, panicstricken.

“It’s nothing you did.” You place a hand on his shoulder, “I uh, I was offered a job in the city. I’m moving out there in a couple of weeks. I found a place for all of us, I want you and Eddie to come with me.” You say hopefully.

“I can’t.” Wayne hangs his head. “We can’t, I’ve got work, Eddie is just about to start school. It won’t work.”

“Why not, it’s perfect we can find him a school out there, you can find a new job. Something with better hours, better pay too hopefully. We can make it work.”

“I can’t.” He repeats crestfallen.

“Ok, well then maybe I can commute. A lot of people do that.”

“Y/n it’s almost two hours one way, that’s no way to live, by the time you get home you won’t even have time for us anyway. You know my hours are shit as it is. No I won’t let you do that. An’ I won’t let you pass up on this opportunity.”

“So… what does that mean for us then? We can’t just be done. I love you. I love Eddie. You are my family.”

“I don’t know what to say, y/n.”

“Say you’ll try, say we’ll make it work, whatever it takes.” Desperation creeping into your voice.

“I won’t lie to you. We… we have to end it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I love you too, but we can’t. It won’t work.” He sheds a tear.

“Will I still be able to see you? Keep in touch?”

“That’d just hurt too much… for both of us.”

“What about Eddie, can I visit him? What do we tell him?”

“It’ll just confuse him, you can’t see him anymore either.” He says definitively.

“What, more than me just up and disappearing one day? No. No I won’t do that to him.”

“He’ll adjust and it’s not your decision to make. We tell him the truth, that you’re leaving and he can never see you again.”

“Please don’t do this.” You beg him tears streaming down your cheeks.

“It’s what has to be done, y/n.” He finishes gruffly, you can see his walls slamming into place, shutting you out firmly.

“No!” You hear the small wail from behind you. Suddenly a tiny lump is latching itself to your leg.

“Don’t go!” He pleads, “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“Oh, buddy it’s not your fault.” You ruffle his little mop of curls.

He looks up at you teary eyed, bottom lip quivering, “Why… hic.. Why are you leaving?”

Every word is like another knife to your heart, “Things aren’t working with your uncle and me. I got a new job remember and I gotta go there to work. It’s no one’s fault, sometimes these things just happen.”

“Why does everyone leave me?” He sobs.

His words cut right through you, you don’t know when it started but you could feel hot tears burning your eyes, maybe you’d been crying this whole time. You kneel down beside him, scooping him into a hug.

“This doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, you will always be my Eddie Teddy, ok?”

You pull back a moment, untying the black bandana wrapped around your wrist. You twist it up and tie it around his head, it pushes his curls off his forehead. “You keep that safe for me ok? And every time you look at it you can remember your Teetee.”

He’s squirming and pulling away from your grip, “Let me go!” He yells angrily.

“Listen,” you implore holding on to his tiny wrist as he wriggles out of your embrace, “Listen, if you need anything I will always be here for you. You just have to come find me.”

He rips the bandana off his head, throwing it into the dirt and stomping his little foot, “YOU SAID YOU WOULD NEVER LEAVE ME! YOU SAID WE WERE FAMILY! I HATE YOU!“ He screams wrenching his arm from yours as he runs back to the trailer.

You look over to see Wayne standing in the doorway arms crossed, you make eye contact and hesitate a moment before turning to collect your bags and heading to your car.

Wayne pushes off the door jamb with his body, uncrossing his arms and walking over to the discarded bandana stopping to pick it up and brushing the dirt off it. He gives one final glance to your retreating form, tears welling in his eyes, before turning back and returning to his home.

You load up your bags and enter the driver’s seat, that’s when the tears really hit you, the body wracking, gut wrenching sobs. You place your hands over the wheel and rest your head against them. When you’re all cried out you start the car reluctantly, leaving their lives for good, for all you knew.

Dustin cradles Eddie in his arms as he lies there spluttering through his own blood. As he loses consciousness, Dustin hears the sound of feet slapping on the concrete.

“STEVE!” He shouts, “You have to help him, we have to help him.” He looks up at Steve teary eyed, begging.

Steve drops to his knees beside the pair, he strips the vest off of Eddie’s body and tears his shirt in two pulling that off as well. He continues to tear the shirt into scraps of fabric and begins bandaging the wounds. Once done he hoists Eddie’s limp form over his shoulder, dragging him back to the trailer where Robin and Nancy wait, Dustin trailing behind him. The group enters the trailer and Steve lays Eddie on top of the stained mattress to position a chair beneath the gate, he clambers on top of it and pulls himself through to the other side, flipping himself to land on his feet. He scrambles to shift the couch giving the others a softer landing before climbing on top of it and calling up through the hole in the ceiling, “Guys, I need you to grab those sheets and tie them around Eddie, bring him over then as careful as you can one of you climb on the chair and one support him and pass the sheets through the gate.”

Robin and Nancy jump to action doing as asked, grabbing the ends of the sheet Steve tugs Eddie through the opening cushioning his fall as he topples through.

The girls help Dustin back through before following themselves.

“Car. Now.” Steve instructs, tossing the keys to Nancy as he lifts Eddie’s frame.

They all pile in and race to the hospital.

Dustin enters the waiting room on crutches, leg bandaged up. Steve rushes over to him, “Are you ok?” He puts his hands on the boy’s shoulders surveying him.

“‘M fine, it’s just a sprain, get off. Where is he? I need to see him.” He demands.

“They’ve taken him for surgery… but they’re not going to let you see him. They’ve called the police. They’re going to arrest him for Chrissy’s murder, among others. No visitors.”

The crutches fall to the ground with a clatter as he leans in to Steve, wrapping his arms around him sobbing into his chest, Steve embraces him comfortingly.

Despite not being allowed to see him, Dustin insisted that they stay and wait for news on Eddie. Steve remains by his side. The emergency room is thrown into chaos as another patient is brought in.

“Erica, what’re you doing here… Lucas what’s going on?” Dustin shouts, hobbling over to them.

Lucas stares off into the distance, unresponsive. Erica answers for the pair of them, “It’s Max… Vecna, Vecna got her. Then the quakes started. She’s alive, only just. I don’t know how but… but they’re taking her in now.”

Eddie comes to with a groan of pain, he goes to rub his head but his hand catches on something. Looking down at his wrist he finds he’s handcuffed to the bed railing. He surveys his surroundings, taking in the blinking monitors and beeping machines. He jangles the cuff around his wrist, “Ugh, here we go.” He grumbles.

He dislocates his thumb with a wince. All those times in the back of Hopper’s Blazer, in lock up, being a smartass little brat paid off as he recalls slipping out of his cuffs time after time to show them off, dangling from a finger with a smug grin, much to the Sheriff’s annoyance.

He slips his hand out, popping his thumb back into place, rubbing at the joint and his wrist. He searches the room, every surface, every cupboard, “Clothes, clothes, what did they do with my clothes?” He mumbles under his breath. “Shit.” He breathes out in frustration.

He moves to peek through the window to his room, cautiously popping his head up. He catches sight of a police officer dozing on a chair beside the door. He tests the door handle to find it gives, twisting it carefully he opens the door slowly. Creeping past the officer in a crouch he takes off down a corridor, careful not to be spotted. He makes it to the fire escape, opening the door to the staircase he darts inside, guiding the door shut quietly.

He breathes a sigh of relief, pressing himself against the wall for a moment before starting down the stairs. He makes it out to the side of the building shrouded in darkness in nothing but his hospital gown. He takes off again down the street sticking to the shadows, careful not to be seen. As he nears the residential areas he hops a fence with some difficulty and spies some washing hanging on a line. He grabs an assortment of clothes, pants, shirt, a hoodie, pulling them on while he goes and drawing the hood down over his face.

It’s a miracle he’s managed to make it all the way to the trailer park without having been spotted by anyone. He thanks whichever god above is responsible for his luck tonight, until he gets close enough to see the wreckage of his home. He picks through the rubble, tears pricking his eyes as he thinks what may have happened to his uncle. He tries not to dwell on those thoughts as he pulls out a rucksack and shuffles through the debris to find any items of use. He pulls together a pile of ratty, dusty clothes, his black metal lunchbox packed with money and his ‘product’, a few cassettes that managed to survive and a couple of photos one more recent, him and his uncle at a concert, the other was one he had secreted away. You and his uncle and him, taken on his fourth or fifth birthday, he looks down at them fondly before stuffing them in his bag and setting off on foot.

A crowd had gathered in front of the hospital, that was supposedly caring for the infamous Eddie Munson.

“Let us through!”

“Yeah, why are you helping that murderer?!”

“Burn the freak!”

“Quiet everyone,” hospital security urges, “unfortunately due to complications in surgery Mr. Munson has passed away. No one will be entering the building, unless it is a medical emergency.”

A man pushes through the crowd, “Where’s my nephew? What did they do to him? You bring me my nephew right now!” He growls.

“Sir please calm down, let me contact my college.” the guard attempts to placate him, leading him away from the angry mob. He speaks into the walkie that was clipped to his belt in hushed tones before turning back to the man.

“They’re saying that they’ve already cremated him.”

Wayne Munson’s face drops in anguish, his body gives way and he’s crumpling into a heap on the ground, sobbing into his hands. The guard leans down, hooking his arms beneath Wayne’s and lifts him to his feet. “Come on. Come inside we’ll sort this out.” He adds sympathetically.

Wayne follows along numbly, being guided by his arm.

They’ve looped him round and round the entire hospital, no one is giving him a straight answer. No one can tell him exactly what happened. When finally, he is palmed off to yet another nurse he’s had enough, “Can I just have my boys ashes?” He asks defeatedly.

“Of course, sir. Let me just… check on that for you.” She steps away into another room, making a phone call in hurried, hushed tones.

She returns, apprehensively approaching him, “It’ll just be a moment longer and you can collect your son’s remains.”

He doesn’t bother to correct her, in all intents and purposes, Eddie was his son.

He doesn’t know how long he’s sat in that, chair knee bouncing anxiously. It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, he’s numb to the world, but then someone emerges carrying a cardboard box and calling his name.

“Mr. Munson I need you to sign some documents before I can release your son’s remains to you.”

He nods, reaching for the pen he’s offered, signing everything put before him blindly.

“There was… there was a bandana. He always had it, never went anywhere without it. Where is it?” He asks voice hoarse.

“Um that… that would have also been incinerated, sir. He had to be cut out of his clothing for surgery, all of it is gone.”

“Right.” He replies brusquely.

“I’m going to need to ask you to report to the billing department sir. I know the timing is inopportune, but it has to be done, the accounts have to be settled.”

“What?” He seethes, a quiet rage building inside him.

“What do you mean ‘accounts’? You let my boy die and then burnt him to ashes, I’m not paying a damn cent.”

He growls, snatching up the box and storms off red faced, angry, tears spilling down his face. The nurse calls after his retreating form, to no avail.

Eddie steps off the bus, shrugging his rucksack onto his shoulder, pausing to take in his surroundings.

He knew where you lived thanks to his uncle, though he’d never admit it Wayne had been keeping track of you all these years despite never reaching out. He got his barings and set off down the street.

There’s a knock at your door, your brow furrows in confusion. Who could be calling over at this hour, you definitely weren’t expecting anyone. You look through the peephole to see the young man standing there. You open the door cautiously, before you realise you recognise that mop of curly hair and those chocolate brown eyes. “Eddie? Is that you?” Surprise evident in your tone.

Tears well in his eyes as he nods his head, his lip trembling. You extend your arms, “Oh come here, what’s wrong? What’s happened to you, my Eddie Teddy?” He collapses into your embrace sobbing heavily.

“I-I lost your bandana. I carried it everywhere, I promise, this whole time… b-but I was in hospital and they took it… I d-don’t know w-where it is.”

“That’s ok, sweetie. It’s ok.” You rub soothing circles into his back.

“Why were you in hospital? What happened? Why are you here? Where’s Wayne?” You don’t want to overwhelm him, but you can’t stop the barrage of questions that come tumbling from your lips.

You pull back before he can respond, “Come inside, sweetie. Come on.” You coax him in and usher him to the couch.

“Now, tell me what happened.” You sit beside him.

“You won’t believe me. No one in their right mind would believe me.” He hangs his head.

“Whoever said I was in my right mind, kid.” You nudge his shoulder trying to get a smile.

“I can’t…” he insists, “… well maybe I can just tell you the important bits.” He looks over at you like he’s afraid to disappoint you. You nod.

“They think I’m a murderer, they think I killed her. They were gonna lock me up. I had to get away.”

“Is that how you hurt yourself? Is that how you ended up in hospital?”

“No, no I got hurt real bad trying… trying to be a hero. I was trying to get the guy that actually killed them. But it didn’t work, not really.”

He takes a breath to steady himself, “And I don’t know what happened but then I woke up in hospital, chained to the bed… but I got out and the town, the town was a mess, all burnt up and fractured.”

You let him continue at his own pace, not pushing, listening quietly.

“And now the town is all fucked up, everything is going wrong… I don’t know where Wayne is, but I can’t go back… can’t call, the trailer got trashed. I don’t know what to do Teetee.”

“Take a breath.” You gesture to your chest, demonstrating, breathing in and out deeply. He follows along, “Ok, good. Now first thing I’ll take your bag and you can go have a shower. I’ll make you something to eat and then you go to bed, rest we’ll figure this out in the morning, ok?”

He nods passing you his rucksack, you stand and motion for him to follow. You show him to the bathroom, “You got some clean clothes in here?” You raise his bag slightly.

He shakes his head, “I got some clothes, but they’re not exactly clean.”

“That’s alright, I think I may just have something. Wait here, I’ll get you some fresh towels as well.”

You deposit his bag by the laundry door as you walk past it to your bedroom. On the top shelf of your closet, you spot it, an old cardboard box almost forgotten, standing on tiptoes you reach up and pull it down. You set it down on your bed, opening the flaps with a small sigh. In the box lies a pile of clothes and memories from another lifetime. You root through the clothes, a mixture of yours and those that you’d stolen from Wayne while you were together, which eventually became yours. You find a worn pair of sweatpants and some faded band tee that seem suitable enough. Collecting a set of towels from the linen cupboard on your way back to the bathroom, clothes in hand. You find Eddie sitting on the closed toilet lid looking drained, eyes closed. You set the items down on the counter beside him, his eyes open as you speak, “Here you go, I’ll be just outside if you need anything just give me a shout, ok?”

He nods wordlessly, you move to leave but he calls back,

“Oh uh, do you have any bandages, I might need to change these ones.” He points to his chest.

“Should do, in the first aid kit. I’ll have a look.”

“Thanks Teetee.” He mumbles.

You close the door behind you and you hear the water spring to life.

Eddie sheds his clothes carefully, wincing with every overextension. He surveys his bandaged torso as steam fills the room. He removes the bandage clasps, gingerly unwinding the wrappings over his chest, he is met with a mass of puckered, scarlet, sutured flesh that makes his stomach churn. He discards the stained bandages in the small trash can and enters the shower, water stinging his skin.

You busy yourself preparing something for him to eat, having already laid out some bandages for when he needs them. Once that’s all set you start a timer on the oven, leaning back against the counter you cross your arms over your chest and sigh, what a night. You catch sight of the rucksack on the floor and wonder to yourself if you should get a start on washing those clothes he had mentioned. Pushing off the counter you move to kneel by the bag, unpacking it carefully, you stack the clothes you find beside the bag sorting through them.

As you do something flutters to the floor, a couple of photos landing facedown. You don’t mean to snoop but you can’t help yourself, you flip them over and tears spring to life in your eyes. Eddie’s fifth birthday only a few months before you left them, oh the three of you were so happy, all big bright smiles. You smile through the tears at the bittersweet memories. You look at the next photo, newer, more recent you see Eddie and Wayne amongst a crowd of people who look to be cheering and jumping and throwing fists into the air. A concert you presume, it warms your heart to see the pair of them having fun, enjoying themselves. You wish you could have been there, wonder what it would’ve been like, when the buzz of the timer cuts through your thoughts. You rise from the ground, wiping away the tears and removing the tray from the oven you place it aside to cool.

You hear the water dying down as you load up the washing machine and turn the dial, pressing it down to start. Not long after, Eddie is emerging wearing his uncle’s old sweat pants, shirt clutched in his hand and towelling off his long curls.

You gasp, heart shattering to pieces at the sight before you, his body littered with stitches.

You hope your reaction goes unnoticed as he asks, “Did you find those bandages, Teetee?”

“Yeah… yeah on the table. Here, let me help you, sweetie.” You move to pick up the supplies.

He raises his arms, stretching them out by his sides allowing you to get to work patching him up. You secure your handywork with some medical tape and set off to plating up his dinner as he pulls the shirt over his head with a groan.

He takes a seat and you place his food before him with a smile.

“Pizza toast!” He exclaims, “Oh my god, I love this.”

“Yeah, I know. I used to make it all the time when you were little.” You reply fondly.

There had been much dilemma over the sleeping arrangement last night, Eddie didn’t want to take the bed and you refused to let him take the couch in his condition. You wouldn’t hear a word of it and got your way in the end. You rose before him this morning, occupying yourself by preparing breakfast for the two of you.

Eddie awoke to the smell of pancakes, his mouth watering. “Morning.” He calls from the doorway, his voice raspy with sleep and rubbing the grit from his eyes.

“Morning, Eddie Teddy!” You grin back at him, setting the final plate on the table. “Help yourself.” You offer with a sweeping gesture across the table.

“Mhm, I think… ‘m gonna try... calling a few people today. If tha’s ok?” He mumbles through a mouthful of food. He swallows before continuing, “Should try to get a message to Wayne, let him know where I am, that I’m ok.” He shovels another forkful into his mouth.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea.” You agree. “I’ve got some errands to run today though, so I won’t be home ‘til after two. You’ll be ok though, right?” You check with him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” He confirms.

The phone rings, and rings, and rings before he hears Dustin’s voice answering, “Hello?”

“Hey, Dustin it’s me. I need you to do me a favour.” The line is silent, “Dustin? You there?”

“Eddie…? Is that… ? That’s not possible. You’re dead. What the fuck is this?” He stutters down the line, bewildered.

“I’m not dead, why did you think I was dead?” He asks incredulously.

“They told everyone you died, man. What the fuck? What happened to you? Where are you?”

“Well, that’s why I’m calling, I need you to get a message to my uncle, ok?”

“Uh… yeah, sure.”

“Tell ‘im… tell ‘im I’m at my Teetee’s place. He’ll know what that means.”

“Eddie, what the fuck is a TT… hello… hello…” the line goes dead, he slams the receiver down in the cradle, “Son of a bitch!”

He’s pedalling furiously down the street towards Steve’s house, despite his recent injury, five days was definitely not enough time to heal. Throwing his bike aside on the lawn when he gets there he moves as fast as he can to the door. He ding-dongs the bell incessantly. The door opens revealing Steve, “Alright! What? What? What?”

“EDDIE’S ALIVE.” He puffs out, trying to catch his breath, leaning against the wall.

“What the fuck do you mean, ‘Eddie’s alive’?”

“I mean he called me and gave me a message for his uncle. You need to take me to the graveyard, he’d be there right now.”

He sighs “Alright, get in the car.” He concedes, unlocking the vehicle.

Dustin grabs his bike from the grass and tosses it in the back seat, to Steve’s protest, “Hey, hey, hey watch the seats! What are you doing? Leave the bike.” He sighs “Oh, whatever just get in.”

Wayne is crouched by his nephew’s gravestone, cleaning off the graffiti yet again. Barely a day went by that someone hadn’t vandalised his nephew’s resting place, it was beginning to wear down on him.

“Mr. Munson.” Dustin limps over calling out.

Wayne looks over his shoulder, guarded, expecting some insult or other to be hurled at him.

“What is it kid?” He grumbles.

“I-it’s about Eddie, sir. He called me, with a message.” He begins shakily.

“My nephew is dead, what kind of sick joke are you playing kid.” He growls.

“It’s not a joke,” Dustin shakes his head vigorously, holding up his hands. “He said he’s ok. He’s at TT’s … said you’d know what that meant.”

He drops the brush in his hand in shock, “What? What did you just say?” His eyes widen in disbelief, “How do you know that name?”

“I told you Mr. Munson, Eddie called, told me to tell you…”

“How?” He cuts him off, “They gave me his ashes…” A disgusted look passing over his features. He rises storming off without a word.

Dustin looks back at Steve, confusion plastered across his face, “What was that? Do we… do we follow him? What do we do?”

“I dunno man,” Steve shrugs, “not much else we can do, really.”

“Do you think he believed me?”

“Yeah, yeah I think he did. We just gotta let him sort it out I guess.” He sighs, “Come on, let me take you home. You know you shouldn’t be biking on that ankle, what were you thinking?” He approaches Dustin, offering an arm to support him.

“I… well, I wasn’t really.” He admits, leaning against Steve as they set off back to the car.

Wayne had barely made any move towards rebuilding his life, living out of a motel in the meantime. He hadn’t been in to work the past week, they hadn’t said anything but he knew it was only a matter of time even with the circumstances. His savings had begun to dwindle, he felt like he was floundering most days, living in a waking nightmare, but the boy had given him an inkling of hope.

When he returned to his room he gathered his meagre belongings and sat on his bed in contemplation. He knew your address, had it memorised by now. There was many a time where he’d thought about it, thought about visiting you, picking up and leaving to live that little dream life together that you’d suggested. It all seemed to disappear in a cloud of smoke, in an instant, gone as quick as it came, though. But this time, this time it was real. He was ready to be done with this town, ready to see his boy again, after so much turmoil. Mouth set in a hard line he rose determinedly, slinging a bag over his shoulder, switching off the lights, closing the door behind him and turning the key in the lock.

Eddie was sprawled over the couch watching cartoons, munching on some cereal he’d found in one of the cupboards. Finally able to relax and breathe easy, no one chasing after him accusing him of murder, no evil monsters trying to kill him, finally a moment’s peace.

Until… there’s a knock on the door. He’s frozen in fear, a noise from the tv startles him. He fumbles for the remote switching off the tv with a wince. They’ve found him, they’re here to take him away and lock him up forever, he thinks. His breathing becomes ragged, there comes a knock yet again. He decides to take his chances and creeps over to the door on tiptoe. He peers through the peephole and sees… his uncle Wayne?

He throws open the door, flinging himself at his uncle without warning. His uncle stumbles back with the force, shock evident on his features. He places his hands on his nephew’s shoulders, pulling back to get a better look at him. Tears begin to well in both their eyes, “Eddie?” His uncle croaks.

“Yeah, yeah it’s me. I’m ok. I’m ok.” He repeats pushing his face back into his uncles chest.

“I didn’t do it… I swear I didn’t.” He sobs.

“I know son, I know.” He assures him, tears rolling down his cheeks, holding him close. “Come on let’s get inside, huh?”

Eddie nods breaking contact and leading the way.

After settling in the pair had a little heart to heart, Eddie explained all that he could about what had happened and his uncle consoled him.

“So, uh where’s y/n?” He asks rubbing a hand over the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, she’s gone out for the day. Errands. She should be back soon though. Said she’d be back some time after two.” He shrugs.

As if on cue the key scraping in the lock of the front door can be heard and the handle twisits. The door swings open, “Hey, Eddie I’m back. I got you…” you break off dropping the bags in your hands as you’re greeted by the sight of Wayne and Eddie sitting on your couch. Wayne raises a hand, waving and giving you a nervous smile. You should have expected as much, but you don’t know why it’s come as a shock to see him again after all these years. Again your heart aches for what could have been, this could have been just any other day in another lifetime. Coming home to your family, seeing your boys sitting on the couch. Wayne stands, walking over to cautiously, “Hi…” he begins.

You wrap your arms around him, “Never thought I’d see you again.” You mumble into his chest, “God I’ve missed you, both of you.”

The three of you have sat down to dinner, Wayne is catching you up on everything that’s happened since your separation. Telling all sorts of stories about his nephew, embarrassing him terribly in the process while you laugh along.

“So… how long are you planning on staying?” You venture, tentatively and looking into your plate avoiding eye contact.

“Well, uh… as long as you’ll have me.” He replies, looking to Eddie he adds, “Or, us I should say.”

Excitement bubbles up in your chest, you find yourself hopeful, “Really? You’ll stay?”

“Yep.” He confirms, “Not much left to go back to… especially for the boy. No we need a new start.”

A few weeks had passed, Wayne and Eddie have settled in to your place nicely. Eddie’s taken the spare room, which the two of you set up together. Wayne and you have begun to rekindle what you once had. You knew it would take some work and a whole lot of time to repair the damage that had been done. No one can get back to what they once were overnight, but you were willing to try. You and Wayne had convinced a begrudging Eddie to sit for his GED, it’s not like he could reenrol in high school he’d have no transcripts. You spent your free time tutoring him, determined to help him succeed.

You’d decided to invite some of his friends from back home to see him, it was worth any risk for his happiness and well-being. You watch him from the doorway, leaning against the frame. He’s sitting at your couch, his friends surrounded the coffee table, sprawled all over the floor. They’d set up some board game and were talking animatedly, fully immersed in their own little world. You grin contentedly, his uncle creeps up behind you, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your cheek, this is how it should’ve been all along.

#eddie munson fic #platonic eddie munson #platonic eddie munson x reader #wayne munson x reader #fix it fic #hurt/comfort #wayne munson

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Losses and Gains 4- Something Wrong

Author’s Note: This is the fourth chapter of Losses and Gains, the second part of To Have it All. This is Something More...from Jensen's side!

Second Author's note: I'm sorry this took so damn long to get out. I won't bore you with the details but I'm on new meds and things should be getting better from now on. Love all of you that have stuck around.

Summary: Jensen is having trouble letting go...and maybe he's imagining it, but it seems Y/n is having troubles too.

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, background Reader x Tom Hiddleston

Word count: 3386

Story Warnings: open marriage, mentions of depression and heartbreak, bad things, alcohol as a crutch, anger, fighting

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"What did you do?!" Misha's voice went up by at least three octaves as he pointed to the workers taking my broken flatscreen out to the dumpster so they could fit the new one in its place.

“It broke,” I responded, hoping that he wouldn’t press. It’s Misha, though, so of course, he insisted.

“How?!”

“Coffee machine slipped. It’s fine. I got a new one coming.”

“A new TV or a new coffee machine?”

I rolled my eyes. “Both. It’s not a big deal, Misha. Seriously.”

“Hey, is everything okay? I mean, I don’t wanna pry but-”

“Then don’t,” I interrupted. “I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“Oh…kay,” he said skeptically. “Well…have you heard about Y/n and Tom Hiddleston? Ya know, I knew something was going on between them. I could just see them together…and they are a cute couple, don’t you think?”

I had to stop myself from stomping away like a fucking child. Misha didn’t know, and I couldn’t let him in on it now, so I made an excuse. “Yeah, they’re adorable. I’m gonna go check on the movers.”

I was standing off to the side, watching them put my new TV on its mount, when the trailer rocked, and Jared stepped up into the kitchenette with me. “So, I take it you saw Tom’s post?” He ran his hand over the dent in the fridge. I didn’t look at him, just gave a nod as I watched the workers. “You took it out on your stuff this time, not Danneel, so I guess that’s progress.”

I clenched my jaw for a minute before turning to him. “She didn’t even want him to tell people. You know that, right?”

“But he could tell people…and that’s what you’re upset about.”

“You think I’m jealous?”

“You think you’re not?” He scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. “You can’t be that deluded, Ackles. All of this is because you’re jealous of him, that he can give her what you never could. You don’t want her happy.”

“I’m not--Of course, I want her happy, Jared.”

“Only if she’s with you.” I focused on the workers again. “You’re sabotaging your marriage. You’re sabotaging yourself. All because you don’t want her to find happiness with anyone else.”

“I’m not sabotaging shit.”

“You’re sabotaging everything.” He stepped in front of me, obscuring my view to force me to focus on him. I stared at his shoulder, but I refused to look at his face. “You have to stop this. You have to learn how to deal. You have to let her be happy with someone else.”

“Is she?” My jaw clenched as I let my eyes jump to his. “She’s barely even talking to anybody anymore. Kim and Bri haven’t heard from her in weeks. When’s the last time she called you?”

He looked away this time. “She’d tell us if she were having problems.”

“No, she wouldn’t,” I whispered, angrily. “She knows she’s made her bed and she would fucking lay in it, Jared. That’s who she is. She doesn’t wanna hurt anyone so she’d stick it out with him because that’s the option that she thinks will hurt the fewest people! So, what if she’s not happy? Jared, what if he’s…” I looked at my feet as tears popped up in my eyes. “What if she misses me?”

He sighed and reached out to pull me into a hug. “Of course, she does. She can miss you and be happy with him. She was in love with you, too, and that didn’t go away. It’s gonna be okay. You just gotta breathe and focus on the good, man.”

I swallowed down my tears and pulled away from him. “I don’t know if I can do it. She’s coming back next week. I don’t think I can be in the same place as her and not…not fucking break, man.”

He ran his hand through his hair and turned to look at the new TV as the workers turned it on to test it. “She’ll be here next week. I can check on her. She won’t be able to lie to me…not to my face. I’ll make sure she’s okay.”

“You’d do that for me?”

“She’s still my friend, too, Jay…and you’re right. She hasn’t been talking. I hope that she’s just busy and things are good but she hasn’t been talking to anybody. Fuck, Misha said she hasn’t even been responding to his incessant emails about GISH.”

I looked at my boots and sighed a little. "I'm sure I'm just overreacting. Seeing trouble because I want it to be there. She's probably MIA because she's busy and she's spending all her extra focus on him."

Jared smiled and patted my shoulder. "That's the most introspective, clear-headed thing you've said since Atlanta. Maybe you will get through this with your life intact."

He walked out as the workmen handed me a new remote and asked if I needed anything else before they left. I shook my head and thanked them. Only one person could give me what I needed...and I couldn’t call her.

~~~

I spent the next few days thinking I was getting better. I was improving. I was talking to Dee again, video chatting every day and not wanting to ignore her existence completely. I wasn't drowning in bitterness anymore. I was gonna be okay, I could feel it.

Until Y/n drove her little Nissan rental car onto the lot. I was talking to the mechanics about a scene with the Impala when she got out and looked around. My throat went dry and I had to force myself to look away as she greeted several of the crew on her way to wardrobe. I excused myself from my conversation and...followed her, but not in a creeper way. I just wanted to see her.

Yeah, I know that seems creepy. That's why I didn't answer when Jared walked up to stand next to me as I was staring at the door of the makeup trailer, waiting for her to come out.

"What'cha doin'?" I just shrugged. "Y/n's in there?"

"Yep."

"I don't need to tell you how creepy it is for you to be standing out here like a stalker, do I?"

"Nope."

"Good, then I won’t. Go run lines with Alex or something, I'm gonna go say 'hi'." I nodded, not watching as he walking away. I just turned and headed for Alex's trailer so I wouldn't be tempted to stick around. I didn’t run lines, though, just let the kid provide a distracting conversation for me as I waiting for call so I could interrogate Jared.

He immediately seemed on the defense. "I didn't have a lot of time to talk to her. She was due on Second Unit so I only had a few minutes, but we're gonna get dinner tonight so I can talk to her a bit more in depth."

"Okay, but how'd she seem? She seem good? Did you ask her about Tom? Is she happy?" I whispered furiously as we headed for the motel set.

He hesitated. He fucking hesitated. "I...don't know. I'm sure she is but…"

"But what?" I demanded, stopping in my tracks.

He ran his hand through his hair and rubbed the back of her neck. "She didn't want the Facebook post. We all guessed that but...the way she excused it...I don’t know, Ackles, it just seemed...off. She said something about him making decisions for her because she doesn't make good decisions. It just seemed...wrong. I don't know exactly why but...I'm gonna get to the bottom of it at dinner, okay? I'm sure it's nothing but bad wording on her part."

My mind went rampaging through options but I didn't really have any. There was nothing I could do. Even if there was something wrong, what could I do? Absolutely nothing.

"Jared...if she's not happy with him, you have to convince her-"

"I'm not going to convince her of shit, dude. If she's not happy, she will figure it out eventually. She's smart and she got out of her bad marriage and she can get herself out of this if it's bad."

I didn't bring up the fact that Nate fucking cheated on her and left her. What would be the point? I just went to work. Had to focus on something.

~~~

"She swears she's happy," Jared said as we ate our breakfast burritos the next day.

"And do you believe her? What about Tom making decisions for her?"

"She's letting him make decisions because she thinks he's helping her."

"Yeah? How does telling the world about their relationship when she said she didn't want him to help her?"

Jared shrugged. "He's helping with her career and Nova, too, apparently. Did you know Nate is trying to get full custody? She's under a lot of stress. That's probably what I was picking up on yesterday, ya know."

I rolled my eyes. I remembered Nate threatening to go after custody but I didn't think he'd actually do it. "Bet he just wants child support out of her. He doesn't give a fuck about that little girl."

"Yeah, but...it is what it is. And it's part of why she's off. Honestly, I also think she's afraid to be too close with the Family because they are all such good friends with you and staying close to them...puts her in your circle."

I scoffed. "What, like I'm gonna make things hard for her if she's hanging with fuckin' Misha or something?"

"No, not intentionally, but hearing about you, knowing that they don't know, having to act like nothing happened between you...that's gotta be as hard for her as it is for you."

I chewed on my bottom lip for a moment before sighing. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"Of course not, but it did. She's dealing with her end of it the best she can. You have to do the same. You getting over it might allow her to come back comfortably. You ever think of that? That maybe the reason she can't be around you has nothing to do with Tom and has everything to do with her not being able to deal with the guilt and the angry looks you give her and how everything exploded."

He was right. I wanted Tom to be the reason she pulled away because then it wouldn't be my fault but it was. Everything was my fault.

"Oh, and she has her first late show appearance this week. I'm gonna give her a shout out on Twitter. A good friend would do the same. It's a Marvel thing, press for her Anthology."

"So Tom'll be there too," I guessed, bitterly.

"And Anthony Mackey and Sebastian Stan, yeah," he confirmed. "Look, you don't have to watch it. Just try to be supportive."

“If I’m gonna advertise for their press junket, I’m gonna fuckin’ watch the thing...for her.”

“You remember that Tom is all about the PDA, right? You might see something you don’t want to see.” Jared was trying to be helpful. I know he was, but...it just seemed like salt in my wounds.

“Yeah. I’m a big boy. I can handle it. Thanks.”

“If you say so, Ackles,” he said, before walking away.

~~~

I made sure I had a stiff drink in my hand when I sat down in my trailer to watch Y/n on Colbert. A double of the best whiskey I owned. I knew that it was going to be a long night. I figured an angry fit, maybe an ugly cry, was on the books. Instead, I felt a bit numb as I watched the Marvel crew walk onstage. Tom was holding her hand and they were both smiling so fucking bright. She looked so excited to be on that stage and so...good. I wanted to be upset about the way Tom sat right beside her and put a possessive hand on her arm, but I was so lost in her eyes and the smile she got when Colbert greeted her and congratulated her on her first late night appearance that I couldn't think much of anything.

But then Stephen said, "We gotta talk about that bombshell Tom dropped last week." and she (and Mackey) immediately said, "No, we don't." She didn't want to talk about it. She still wanted her goddamn privacy!

But the host pressed. Of course he did. It was newsworthy, after all. “Come on. It’s an important topic. You two met on set?”

She sighed and I think I saw her roll her eyes a bit. "Fine. I’ll play. Yes, we met on set. I flew down from Vancouver and I was trying really hard to be invisible. Before Supernatural, I was really good at that whole wallflower thing. Tom noticed me right away, so I guess my chameleon circuit is blown." I didn't get the joke but some of the people in the audience did because there was a smattering of laughter. "And that's how you find the Whovians," she commented with a little smile. "Anyway, Tom commented on my character's name and then he asked me for drinks. A couple days later, I invited him to sing with me at a convention and we...haven't spent much time apart since."

Tom's face contorted a bit and then he scoffed at her. "That's amazing."

She looked down at her lap, something between shame and guilt on her face. "What is?"

"That a woman so adept at the written word could take all of the poetry out of our first encounter." She bit her lip as he turned to look at Colbert. "Her hair caught my eye. Her natural coloring, not the dye job she did to cover her character’s ginger hair. It's this Neopolitan shade, with highlights of light and lowlights of brilliant caramel, but as I passed her the sun hit her just right to showcase the firey red strands that are usually hidden. When I saw that the hue of her eyes matched the brilliance of her smile, I knew I had to get to know her. When she got so shy the first time I spoke her name…" He turned back to her and I knew she was blushing, even through the TV screen. Even from a few thousand miles away, I could see what she was hiding behind her hair. "Like she's doing right now...I determined that I would get her out on the town, have a few drinks, and learn everything I could about her. By the time we took the stage for karaoke, I was absolutely taken with her."

Stephen leaned forward, trying to see Y/n. “And keeping it quiet for the last, what 3 months, that was really her idea?”

Tom nodded. “Definitely. I’m not a man that keeps quiet about his affections.”

“He’s a big fan of the PDA.” Sebastian Stan chuckled. “You remember the Taylor Swift shirt?”

“And you’re not?” Colbert asked. That was a loaded question. I knew she would have loved PDA with someone she wanted everyone to see her with. She took it to a self-deprecating place, though.

"I mean, look, I'm almost thirty and that is ancient by Hollywood’s standards for women and I'm just now getting started in show business." If thirty is ancient, what the hell was I to her? "A year ago, I was a cashier or running a forklift at a Sam's Club back home. I'm not used to everyone knowing every little detail of my life. I'm not used to anyone caring to know about me." She shook her head. "I knew this relationship would be something people would be all over if they knew about it. I mean...he's Tom Hiddleston and I'm just...who the hell am I? Nobody. We've been together a few months. We're still in that early infatuation stage where everything’s great and there’s never been any problems. We haven't even had our first fight yet. In my experience, things can fall apart pretty quickly as soon as you're out of the honeymoon stage."

"That's not true." I hated how Tom smiled at her. "We fought over the Facebook post."

"That wasn’t a fight, Tom. The knock-down, drag-out arguments I had with my ex...those were fights."

Colbert seemed to remember his place as host and leaned forward again. "So when he said that you were giving him the opportunity to leave without anyone capitalizing on your drama, that was…"

“It was totally true, but it’s more complicated than that. It wasn’t like I was rooting for him to leave me, I just…I mean, look at him. He’s Tom freakin’ Hiddleston." I rolled my eyes at her words. "His last girlfriend was Taylor Swift, who has like 8 inches of height on me and millions of dollars and a squad of supermodel best friends. I’m short and chubby and have a kid. It would’ve been unreasonable and, frankly, arrogant to assume he would stick around. How could I possibly know there was something lovable about me?”

She said that like a joke but I wanted to scream. She was being so mean to herself. She was being downright horrible. Why wasn't Tom disagreeing? Why wasn't he building her up? Why did she seem more torn down and broken than when I met her?

“Anyway, why don’t we talk about the dang movie?" she volunteered, obviously tired of being the center of attention. "Which I had very little to do with so you can talk to Monsieurs Stan and Mackey, who’ve been sitting there annoyed with the relationship talk.”

“I don’t know about ‘annoyed’,” Anthony disputed with a smile.

“Don’t lie, Mack," Sebastian said, chuckling. “No, we’re good. She’s cool. I mean, we just met her in the green room 'cause she’s been forcing Tom to keep her a secret from us, too, but she seems genuine.”

“I’m gonna point out that she’s an actor, too, though. We’re well-versed in hiding our crazy. Also, she’s from the South. Southern women are either the most genuine chicks you’ll ever meet…or the ultimate in crazy.” Anthony Mackey obviously knows his Southern women.

“I’ve met her family. If she’s hiding any craziness, it’s directly resultant from them,” Tom responded.

Colbert's eyes went wide just like mine did. “Oh, insulting the family on national television, not a good idea."

“Nah, it’s okay. They know they’re crazy," Y/n covered. "And we’ll go with Anthony’s assessment. I got damage, and I use my acting chops to hide a lot of it, but…I’m…”

Tom must've sensed her floundering because he reached out to take her hand again. “She’s amazing. She’s intelligent, she’s funny, she’s gorgeous and better than all that, she’s an unbelievable mother." He got to meet Nova. He got to meet Nova and I only ever saw her through a video chat. Why did that burn? "Her daughter, Nova, is an absolute dream and it’s square on this woman’s shoulders.”

She looked uncomfortable with the praise. Maybe she wasn't used to hearing it from him...or maybe just not in so public a venue. “Okay, that’s not true. Nova is awesome but I can’t take full credit on that. Also, please let some other topic rule the time we got left, please. This is a MCU promo, not a Y/n promo.”

“As long as you’re not giving credit to anyone who doesn’t actually deserve it.” He almost growled that one. He seemed to have a problem with her past. Her parents, her ex...only Nova seemed to be spared.

“Please, Stephen, ask about the Winter Soldier sequence," she begged.

She sat silently through the rest of the segment as the others spoke enthusiastically about their characters and the rumored TV show for the Falcon and Winter Soldier and the growth of both characters in relation to Steve Rogers. She kept her eyes on her lap, or on her hand clasped in Tom's.

Something wasn't right. There was something very wrong.

I wasn’t with her. I wasn’t lifting her up. He was failing her...but there was nothing I could do about it. I picked up my whiskey and downed it in one gulp.

#cassie writes stuff #spn rpf #jensen x reader #jensen x danneel #tom hiddleston x reader #angst #alcohol abuse

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For the Sake of Science

Part 1 of Taking Ls in the Abyss

well it's been a long time coming, hasn't it...

ft. aether, dainsleif and a guest appearance from paimon

word count: 2.1k

You sigh to yourself. You’d been in Teyvat for a couple days at this point, and you’d already managed to catch the attention of people in three different continents from this place. After the whole fiasco on Ritou, you got taken back to Liyue where you have begun trying to get on your feet a little bit since Teyvat is now your home for the foreseeable future. As it just so happens, you were now part of the Adventurer’s Guild. Done offscreen for the sake of convenience, you joined it just a day ago. Now essentially being reverted to noob status in Teyvat, you thought it best to stick to the familiar and provide your limited services to the guild for a bit of mora. You miraculously managed to cheese the application process, somehow. Perhaps the harem protagonist’s curse could be used to your advantage.

Something that had been weighing on your mind as of recent was that weird interaction you had with Scaramouche. His highly out of character reaction to being grabbed felt it ran deeper than it let on. So in an attempt at trying to decipher what it could be, you tried to think about it from a logical standpoint. What was something that was different about your interaction with Scaramouche than everyone else? The rusty cogs of your brain began to turn… You grabbed him. You initiated "contact". Walking into the Shogun didn’t seem to do much to her, so maybe for some sort of weird thing to happen, you have to intentionally prompt it. If these weird circumstance mean anything of what you think they do, then you might wanna experiment on someone familiar and rather durable. And who better than the traveler Aether?

Being part of the Adventurer’s Guild actually made it quite easy to get the information on some people’s whereabouts. As it turned out, Aether was right here in Liyue.

"He just finished his daily commissions. I believe I heard him talking about getting something to eat at Third Round Knockout not far from here. Would you like someone to show you the way? You might not be familiar with Liyue just yet," Katheryne says politely in her usual pose.

"Nah, it’s alright. I know my way around pretty well." You decline her offer. If anything, that’s an understatement. You know Chihu Rock (almost) like the back of your hand. "Thanks again, though."

"Well then, ad astra abyssosque, outlander." She waves you off with a warm smile. You return the gesture and head on your way to go and find your test subject.

Walking down the street, you pass all sorts of real-turned NPCs. They don’t just shout the same lines over and over again and now it looks like they don’t all have the same default models. It’s kinda surreal if you’re being honest. The streets feel so much more alive. Taking you right out of your musings is the "CHEAP AND TASTY CHOP SUEEEEY" line. Turns out some of them are still there.

It doesn’t take long to spot Aether. He was sitting in the usual spot on the edge of the open-air patio. Paimon was sat across from him on a stack of books, chowing down on a comically large bowl of Black-back Perch Stew. It’s kinda weird to actually see the two of them eating non-low-res food. The small floating toddler spots you before Aether seems to, as she intensely waves you down, face still full of food. His confused face turns to a pleasant smile once he sees you.

"Oh, I didn’t expect you to be here, (Y/N)," he remarks. "Come sit." He pulls out a stool between him and Paimon. It’s still kinda weird hearing him speak rather than Paimon being the mouthpiece.

You happily take him up on the offer, also making an order of Jade Parcels just before you sit down. It's a lovely day to sit outside. The sun is shining bright, it's warm and you can smell the faint scent of the ocean on the breeze. But now that you’re here, you’ve gotta figure out some way to test your theories also without making it weird as possible. You’ve got an idea in mind, but you can’t execute it just yet. The time isn’t right.

"How did you get to Liyue?" He asks, tilting his head. His fluffy hair flops on the side of his face. "I didn’t think you’d end up here so quickly."

"Ah yeah, um— I’ve also managed to get to Inazuma in the past couple of days."

"HUMFPH? HERW?" Paimon squeaks, mouth still full of food. Both she and Aether look surprised.

"The night I got first arrived, I somehow managed to sleepwalk out of Mondstadt, all the way to the beach and onto Beidou’s ship. By the time they found me, they were already leaving for Inazuma, so I just had to go there with them. Then I ended up in Ritou for a day until they came back to Liyue harbour, and now I’ve just been trying to make some mora with commissions." You prop your head up with your arms on the table.

"Oh wow, that’s… quite the adventure," He remarks. "And only in the span of a few days as well?"

"Yup. We outworlders get up to some wacky stuff, don’t we." You silently recount all the crap you’ve put your characters through back when you just played the game, not actually part of it. You really hope you’re not gonna get stuck just falling while caught between a wall and an inconveniently placed bush…

Your Jade Parcels are brought right to your table far quicker than you expected them to take. The service is really quick here. The dish almost seems to sparkle with how well-made it looks. Maybe good food still sparkles like it does in game. Now that your food is here, it may as well be as good a time as ever to put your idea into action. So you "accidentally" knock your chopsticks to the ground. They land on the floor in a clutter right next to Aether’s ankles. The moment he reaches down to pick them up off the floor, you duck down as well and purposely brush your hand over his, with the intention of trying to get some sort of reaction.

AND THERE IT IS. Aether appears to flinch with a strange noise.

"Are you alright?" You ask, silently gauging his reaction while retracting your hand.

"Y-yeah, sorry… Here you go," He mutters out, handing you the utensils. Sitting back upright, you notice a faint blush on Aether’s face. He looks down at his empty dish awkwardly, looking somewhat tense. Looks like it worked. But to be sure…

"You sure? You look a bit like you’re burning up." You place the back of your hand onto his forehead. The seemingly innocent action is laden with ulterior motives. And there it is. He tenses up and stammers awkwardly at the contact.

"Hey, Aether, what’s up with your face? It’s gone kinda red," Paimon comments. She’s finally not chewing for once.

"I think I just need some water… Excuse me." Aether briefly pardons himself from the table and gets up to go and find a waiter, leaving you alone with Paimon.

She looks incredibly confused, trying to piece things together in her head. Nothing seems to click. Instead, she just gives up and moves on to eyeing your Jade Parcels really intently. In true Paimon fashion, she asks: "You gonna eat that?"

"Yes, of course I am." You frown, reaching over to take the chopsticks from the empty seat since yours had been on the floor. T’was a small price to pay for knowledge. However, for an experiment to be statistically significant, you require more subjects.

Right as you stick one of the dumplings in your mouth (i think they’re dumplings, i’m not 100% sure oof), you spot a familiar blond head across the Chihu Rock plaza. It wasn't Aether, because he was still off looking for water. It was Dainsleif. Huh? And he was looking right at you. What. Did he see your experiments on unsuspecting Aether? Either way, it seems like the universe has blessed you with a potential control group.

Paimon notices your staring and looks over in the same direction, quickly spotting Dainsleif. Just like with you, she begins to aggressively wave at him while calling out his name. He knows full well that he’s been spotted, as he seems visibly annoyed, but Paimon doesn’t seem to notice or care. He reluctantly makes his way over anyway, stopping just across from your table.

"Hey Dain!" She chirrups, moving to take another massive bite out of her dish.

"Hello," He replies in his usual monotone voice. It seems like he didn’t really want to be spotted unless Aether was there. "Who is this?" He gestures to you, which confuses you. Normally you would have expected him to pay zero attention to you, but then again, you’re suddenly a harem protagonist. Logic doesn’t really apply much.

Dainsleif seems unsurprised to hear this fact. Then again, the man’s a little bit of a brick, so he’s not surprised by much. "So you’re (Y/N)?"

You blink. "What, have you heard of me?"

"Be warned. Some… dark creatures... are curious about you."

AYO?

Dainsleif’s speech is as vaguely and cryptically as ever. He didn’t even answer your question. He’s about to turn to leave, but you grab his wrist just before he can go.

"You mean the Abyss?" You ask, frowning with concern. What the everliving fuck would they want with you?

"You already know about the Abyss?" Dainsleif frowns, confused. He wasn’t expecting that, it seems. "Also, would you please let go of my wrist?" He looks down at your hand.

Now you finally realize what you did. Whoops—

Dainsleif clears his throat and appears to avert his gaze all of a sudden. His reaction changed right when you realized what you were doing. It seems like not even Dainsleif is immune. You quit stalling and finally drop his hand. He retracts it with an awkward cough. "As I was saying… Yes, it is the Abyss, since you already seem aware of them. Be careful. Trust your instinct and stay away from the dark. Do not trust any strangers for the next while."

"I- um… okay." You really don’t know how to process Dainsleif’s enigmatic warning. "I’ll try not to do anything dumb."

"I should be on my way now…" Dainsleif turns tail with his dramatic cloak and walks off as quickly as he appeared. Once he’s far down the road, you look back at Paimon who looks equally concerned and confused again.

"The Abyss is after you? You’ve only been here a couple days!" She rambles. "Did news about a new outlander really travel that quickly?"

"Hold on, what?" A different voice suddenly pipes up from behind you. You turn around and find Aether has finally returned. "You’ve already gotten yourself mixed up with the Abyss?"

"It sounds like it…" You’ve got genuinely no clue how they would have found out.

"Yeah! Dain just came through and dropped a super weird warning! You just missed him, actually," Paimon explains.

Aether seems to think for a minute, ultimately deciding on something. "Do you wanna join us for a few days then? At least until you know it’s safe, I suppose." He offers amicably. HERE IT GOES AGAIN. AETHER’S CONFIRMED PART OF THE HAREM NOW. But this is an offer you’re actually going to take up. You’d be much safer around Paimon and Aether than just off on your own.

"Aha, if you don’t mind..." You clam up a little. "That’d be really helpful. Thank you so much."

So now you’re joining Aether and Paimon for the next few days. Hopefully this all blows over as quickly as possible, because then who knows how the others would react. Given your current state of affairs, there might be a lot of defensive infighting over you.

Well, your conclusion of the the day would be that you do indeed have the ability to make someone flustered upon contact. How cursed… Is that why the Abyss is after you? Because you have these wack-ass harem powers? If you do end up falling into the clutches of the Abyss, it would spell definite trouble. As far as you’re aware, you can’t exactly fight. If you getting abyss-napped actually comes to pass, then you’d have to rely on your new god-tier charisma you’ve acquired. Who knows if that would even work on the Abyss…

DOES ALL THAT CRAP ACTUALLY HAPPEN? TUNE IN NEXT TIME.

i'll try to post within the next 5 months LMAO

<- ep 3

ep 4.2 ->

#isekai series #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #aether x reader #dainsleif x reader

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A new chance- Epilogue (Emmett AQP2)

Anon requested this as a one shot, but I felt like it needed it to be a mini series.

Series master list

A/N: I had this ready since the day I got shadowbanned (I’m still in jail time), but I feel the need to finish this beautiful story.

✨Thank you for joining me during this incredible ride! I loved writing for Emmett and I have another request saved in my drafts 🥰

⚠️ Smut. Minors DNI

Thank you @lyarr24 for the help with the gazebo! 😊

Going back to the island, the first thing you wanted to do was to make sure that Oscar was alright. Trying to not wake him up, you instantly took the baby in your arms, while Emmett started to get the things you brought from the city. Cece, Lindsay, Evelyn and her kids were around, they wanted to know all about your recent visit to the city as if it was a holiday. While all you wanted was to cuddle with Oscar and have some rest, gently, you kissed his head covered by an adorable knitted beanie, stirring in your arms, you saw him opening his mouth to yawn, you only left him a couple of days and he seemed to be bigger than you remembered, his little eyes struggling to focus when he heard your voice.

Cece told you that Oscar didn’t give them any trouble at night, he was sticking to the feeding hours, and that a couple of people visited the clinic in your absence but nothing too difficult to manage.

Emmett noticed you were a bit overwhelmed and decided to take you into your office.

“Do you need anything?” You asked as he closed the door.

“Yes, this.”

A pair of strong hands pulled you by the face, until his lips found yours. Surprised by the sudden need he was showing, you decided to give in, answering the kiss with the same force. Your hands found their way around his neck, to hold him in place, just in case he changed his mind.

But he didn’t, if anything, you noticed he slowed down the movements of his lips, deepening the kiss.

It was almost as if your batteries got recharged, his hands holding your head in place, your soft fingers caressing his face, the beard tickled, but you didn’t mind. This was the best kiss you ever got; so full of gratitude, of a genuine love that started to grow when you both needed it the most, so full of life, of the things that really mattered. The world could end right after that.

Surviving the invasion wasn’t something easy. Learning to live without the people you loved the most was almost unbearable.

But the moment the two of you met, everything changed for the best.

Despite everything, there was hope, happiness and a whole new opportunity to hold onto.

Pulling apart to get some air, he left his thumbs caress your cheeks, your eyes were still closed while a wide smile decorated your face.

“What is it?” He asked, in a whisper.

“Much better than I had dreamed.”

“I wanted to do that since the day I met you, Y/N.”

“Took you a while.” You stated with a smile.

Taking a deep breath, you saw a sparkle in his eyes. “I needed to be free first.”

“Are you?”

You saw him nodding before he leaned in for another kiss. Shorter this time.

“I gotta find Gabriel, he will help me hide the weapons.”

“Emmett, be careful with that please.”

“I will… See you around six? Same spot at the beach.”

“Yes, I’ll meet you there.”

As he opened the door, you found everyone together pressed against the door.

“Hey! Shouldn’t you all be doing something?”

“Why were you guys locked?” Marcus asked, looking between Emmett and you, Emily made him a sign to be quiet.

Smirks and knowing glances were shared, but Emmett was good sneaking around. “Marcus, Regan, I need your help.” As the Abbot siblings followed him, Cece, Lindsay and Evelyn stared at you.

“Oh, stop looking at me like that! Instead you should help me organize the medical supplies I brought.”

“Will do, just first tell us what’s going on.” The three of them couldn’t hide their excitement, they were acting like school girls.

“There’s nothing to tell, don’t be noisy.”

“I knew you couldn’t resist those muscles.” Cece was like a modern grandma, always speaking her mind.

You felt yourself blushing. “Stop, nothing happened between us… yet.”

“I’m babysitting Oscar tonight.” Linds stated with a wink.

You tried to refuse her offer, but it was more like an order.

Luckily for you, as the word that you were back spread around the island, some of your patients arrived, they weren’t used to you leaving the island and preferred to wait, so it was a busy day for you, but between one patient and other you fed Oscar and changed his diapers, constantly making him feel that you were around.

Closing the clinic a little bit earlier, you went to take a shower, fixed your hair making two braids and securing them in the back of your head as if it was a crown, letting the rest of your hair fall all over your back. Feeling it was a good moment to use the dress with small sunflowers you brought from your recent trip to the city, and you rushed to find Emmett, Oscar attached to your hip, carrying the Moses baby basket in your free hand.

But as you arrived at the spot where he found you swimming in your underwear the other day, you found a handwritten note under a rock.

Meet me at the dock. It read.

It was around, so you walked over there, looking around you found a male frame on the edge of it, you could tell it was Emmett’s back; wide shoulders, the veins in his arms showing since he was wearing a green shirt with a short sleeve. As the wood cracked under your feet, he turned around, but he was different… he seemed like a completely different man, the thick beard was gone.

Shocked by the sudden change, you stopped walking.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked, studying your face.

It wasn’t just how good looking he was, but also there was sparkle in him coming from the inside out.

“Your beard… you shaved it.”

His smile just got bigger as he closed the space between you and then you heard him chuckling. “Yeah, I did.”

Placing the Moses on the floor, you used that hand to caress his jaw and cheek, his skin was so soft. Turning his head around, Emmett kissed the inside of your palm.

“You don’t like it?”

Shaking your head, you smiled back at him. “I love it.”

“I thought it was a good time to leave the homeless look behind.” He admitted taking the Moses in his hand and guiding you to the edge of the dock. “I wanted you to come here, because while we were at the city, I thought how neither of us have a grave for our children… and I would like to make them some kind of tribute to honor them.”

Taking Oscar from your arms, Emmett placed the baby in the Moses and then squeezed your hand, in silence, he opened a bag and retrieved a small boat from it.

“I bought this for Zach’s birthday,” he started to say, melancholy found its way to his gaze. “but we never got the chance to build it together like we wanted to. I think he would like to see that I was able to finish it for him.”

“Emmett…” the words got stuck in your throat, you were unable to hold back the tears in your eyes. “this is a beautiful way to say goodbye, I just wish I had something for Maddie.”

“While we were at your house, I took the liberty to pick up a doll from the couch, I hope that was okay.” He then showed you the Barbie he was talking about, it was a Barbie dressed as a Doctor, Maddie loved that one, she used to say the doll was like you.

Were you ready to say goodbye to the pain and guilt?

You definitely needed to do it, for yourself, for Maddie, for Emmett.

Taking a deep breath, you took the doll from his hands and gently, placed a kiss into its head, imagining it was Maddie’s head. Your eyes filled with tears and you tried to suppress a loud sob, but the emotions were at the surface of your skin.

His strong arm came around your back, in a protective motion, his other hand was holding the boat. Placing the doll on the boat you gave Emmett a small look.

“Alright, shall we push it?” You could see that behind the smile, there was sadness too.

Looking at the sunset, about to go down, Emmett put his hand over yours. “Wherever you are, Maddie… I hope you’re happy and running around with Zach.”

Now it was Emmett’s turn to break, as you saw him struggling to speak, your free hand rubbed his back in a comforting motion.

“Even though it was for a short period of time, I loved being your dad, son. You gave me the greatest moments of joy.” He managed to say in a low voice.

Gently pushing the boat, the two of you saw it starting to sail away.

With no more strength supporting you body, you sat on the edge, leaving your legs hanging, Emmett mirrored you seconds later.

“This is so heartbreaking, but also its making me feel calmer… thank you for this moment.” You told him as one of his fingers caught a tear rolling down your cheek.

“We both needed this, Y/N. They’re at a better place now.”

You nodded and then watched in silence as the figure of the boat was starting to disappear in the distance. For a few minutes, each of you dealt with your own goodbye separately, but together by the union of your hands.

Time was relative in a moment like this, was it too short or too long? You weren’t sure, but sitting there next to Emmett with your head leaned against his shoulder, feeling his slow breathing until you couldn’t see the boat anymore something in your heart clicked, this was the perfect way to allow your Maddie and his Zach finally rest, it didn’t matter anymore if the two of you felt guilty, or powerless to protect them, it only mattered that two broken hearts finally found some peace after a long time.

Looking up at Emmett, you couldn’t stop the smile on your lips as you caressed his soft cheek, you couldn’t believe this was the same man that had mocked your work with natural plants a while ago.

You noticed the remains of a tear rolling down his face, but his eyes were shining like the stars that were starting to show up in the sky, wiping the tear away with your thumb while he closed his eyes. The weight on his shoulders started to fade away too.

Emmett helped you up and then took the basket with Oscar inside of it. Then, he offered his free hand out to intertwine your fingers together to walk back.

To your surprise, the gazebo was decorated with lights and candles on the floor.

“Emmett.” Your hand covered your mouth in surprise and when you turned around to see him, but your surprise grew as you found Regan taking Oscar from the basket.

“Good thing is we’ve got plenty of babysitters.” Emmett smiled and thanked Regan in sign language, before you could even protest they were gone.

Once they were out of your sight, you turned around to find Emmett staring at you with a beaming smile.

“This is lovely, very romantic.” You admitted accepting the small cup he was offering you.

“Had to blackmail Lindsay a little so she could get me a bottle of wine.”

Letting out a small chuckle you raised your glass at him. “Bet she had to get in trouble to find this treasure. I appreciate the effort.”

“It’s been ages since I did something like this Y/N and you’re making me hella nervous.”

Taking a small step towards him, you placed your hand over his heart. “Don’t be Emmett, it’s only me.”

This was the greatest opportunity to be honest, and you felt extremely grateful for him and everything he had done for you.

“Thanks to you, I feel that the hole in my heart, the heavy weight I was carrying around it’s gone…”

“Now it feels like I can take the next step with you Y/N, when you asked me why I was going by myself to the city… I needed to break parts with my wife first, to be able to have a new start with you.”

You frowned at his words, now understanding why he wanted to go the city. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to interrupt your process, Emmett.”

Cupping your face in his hands, you saw him shaking his head. “It’s because of you that I was able to do it, you gave me the strength I needed, Y/N.”

You didn’t know if you would stay in this island for the rest of your lives, or what the future hold, but whatever that was both of you wanted to be in this together.

Staring into each other’s eyes, your heart started to beat faster, going crazy like a drum.

Sometimes words aren’t necessary, one look or a smile is enough.

Leaning in, your lips met midway. Freer than ever as time stopped in a soft motion unfurling all your senses as Emmett’s arms wrapped your upper body. Your hands suddenly moved up from his shoulders to the back of his head, fingernails running through his hair as he tilted it to the other side.

Pulling apart to come up for air, your eyes were locked in each other.

“How did I fall in love with you Y/N?” Emmett asked touching your face with his fingertips.

“The same way I fell for you?” Trying to stop the grin from growing, you kissed him one more time, stealing a couple of quick pecks.

Exuding happiness through every pore, you realized how much it meant to you this fresh start with Emmett, if it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t even dare to look at another man.

“I made something for you.” He announced while taking a step back. “It might be wrong, though since I only used the features you described.”

You were in awe of his skills to draw, especially because you never showed him a photograph of Maddie, but he managed to capture every single detail. Speechless you could only stare at the drawing.

“Do you like it?” Emmett asked after kissing your temple.

Pressing the paper against your chest, you nodded and kissed his lips with all the gratitude you had in your heart. “It’s perfect, thank you.”

“You showed me that even after something so terrible there’s still hope, happiness, a new beginning… Y/N you helped me to leave behind the pain and I will be forever grateful for that.”

Your heart was beating with such intensity that you were afraid it would come out from your chest.

“I don’t know what the future holds, Emmett, but I know I want to be by your side.”

Kissing him again, your bodies soon started demanding more, becoming heated rapidly. After blowing the candles, you walked to the clinic, rushing upstairs to your room. Breaking the kiss only when you needed to move away to take off your clothes as well as Emmett’s.

His rebel fringe tickling your skin as he kissed your body. His calloused hands setting your skin on fire while the deep but gentle movement of his hips was making you curl your toes and moan with each thrust.

“I just love how you feel around me, Y/N.” He stated kissing the spot where your neck and shoulder joined, and in response you ran your fingers over his arms and back.

“You’re filling me so good.” Arching your back, you didn’t want to leave a single space between your bodies.

Bending one of your legs, he changed the angle, hitting a sweet spot inside of you at the same time he increased the speed of his movements, unable to control the groans coming from him.

“Right there…” you could feel your orgasm approaching.

Bending down to claim your lips again, you matched his thrust by lifting your hips a little from the mattress. Unable to keep holding on, it was all he needed to explode from the pleasure, your own body reaching the highest pleasure at the same time.

The intensity of the moment silenced your thoughts, you could only focus on the wave of warmth running down inside of your body.

Waiting for him to come down his own high, your fingers were running through his hair, taking in his masculine features, the sharp cheek bones, until he opened his eyelids and you found yourself mirrored in the blue orbs.

“I love you, Y/N.” His body dealing with the small shakes of the intense pleasure he just experienced.

Closer than ever you rubbed his biceps up and down and then touched his jaw. “I love you too.” Pulling him down to kiss him again, you felt him break away from your body.

But only for a brief moment, because he soon wrapped his arm around your body to keep you close.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked him after noticing he was quiet.

Adjusting his head on the pillow to look at you, he answered: “what you told me on our way back here.”

“About people asking if you’d run to be the new leader of the island?” You thought he wouldn’t be interested, he wasn’t the type of man after power. But he did have a big heart.

“Yeah, I mean if you guys think I could help around…” he answered still unsure.

“Emmett you will be the best leader this island could get.” You assured him excited.

He snorted. “What could I possibly bring to the table?”

“Values, justice, a fair administration, a genuine interest to help people, all the good inside of you.”

“What if I fail?”

Shaking your head, you kissed his shoulder. “Stay true to yourself and you won’t.”

You could tell he was still unsure, so straightening in bed you straddled his legs and started kissing him once more.

“Say yes.”

“If this is how you’re going to convince me of something then you’ll get everything you want, Y/N.” He laughed and felt your smile against his skin.

“I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

“So this is a full new start?”

The idea of it was so exciting.

“A new chance to live life to the fullest.”

He seemed to think about it for a second. Looking into your eyes, he found what he was looking for; a healed heart that helped him heal as well. You showed him the way to make something good out of his pain.

“A new chance to start everything over.”

After a long time around sadness, both of you found the way to make each other happy, to help the other heal.

You can call it fate, chance, whatever you want but truth is, it was more than you two ever imagined.

Fully aware than an opportunity like this doesn’t occur very often, Emmett and you decided to make the most out of this new chance.

#that’s what Cill said #cillian murphy #cillian murphy imagine #emmett aqp2 smut #emmett aqpii #cillian x emmett #a quiet place imagine #cillian Murphy smut

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Event | Special Edition: Snowfall Street | Chapter 8

Director: (It’s already the final day… It went by so quickly. It was a short stay, but still a fulfilling one.)

Director: (And then there was Tsukumo-san who ended up helping Homare-san and Muku-kun. It was quite the surprise to find out he was the manager of a theater.)

Director: (I’ll have to thank Tsukumo-san again for helping the two of them. And we’ll definitely have to come back again to see his theater!)

Misumi: Director-sa~n!

Sakuya: Good morning!

Muku: Good morning.

Director: Good morning, guys. Is your foot better, Muku-kun?

Muku: It is! The swelling has already gone down and it feels a lot better.

Muku: It’s all thanks to Tsukumo-san for patching me up and Arisu-san for carrying me through the snow.

Homare: Well, I just did the natural thing to do.

Taichi: It’s still so sad that we’ve gotta leave already~!

Azami: A couple more days woulda been nice.

Director: Right? Anyway, we still have some work to do.

Muku: We still have to film some stuff for the MANKAI Channel.

Homare: You’re quite right, there’s no time to mourn yet.

Sakuya: Yeah! Let’s make a fun video!

Director: Alright, let’s head out right away.

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Taichi: Hah~, I’m stuffed…! Having a full stomach is the best~!

Sakuya: I’m glad everyone got to try those seafood bowls Taichi-kun wanted to try so badly.

Azami: Should we get started on the video?

Taichi: Yeah!

Director: (Everyone seems happy. Just like Taichi-kun said before, looks like this is gonna be a lively travel vlog.)

Director: (As the one behind the camera, I’ll have to do my best to capture everyone’s best angles.)

Misumi: It snowed a lot yesterday, but it’s pretty nice out today~.

Homare: Yes, much of the snow that fell in the town yesterday still lingers.

Azami: It’s pretty nice snow too.

Muku: With this much snow, we could make a pretty big snowman.

Taichi: Eh! No way, you really think so!?

Muku: Eh?

· • —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ·

Taichi: ‘Kay, there we go~! Let the doubles snowman building contest begin~!

Taichi: The pairs will be Homare-san and Mucchan, Me and A-chan, and Sakkun and Misumi-san…

Taichi: Let’s find out which team has the best ideas and can make the coolest snowman!

Sakuya: Let’s do out best!

Misumi: ‘Kaay, we’re not gonna lose~!

Azami: A snowman, huh… Kinda a pain in the ass, but let’s do this.

Taichi: Alright, and for the one to signal the start… Mucchan!

Muku: O-Okay! Alright then… Start!

Misumi: Go!

Homare: First we must roll snowballs for the body and head. Thus, I’ll begin to roll and roll and roll…

Muku: The snowball is getting bigger and bigger! I bet we can make a really big snowman.

Azami: I’ll look for some sticks and leaves to decorate the snowman.

Taichi: ‘Kay! While you do that, I’ll make a super cool body for the snowman!

Taichi: I’m gonna make it built like Omi-kun and Juza-san, a super buff snowman!

Azami: The hell.

Misumi: Hey, hey, Sakuya, can we make a triangle Mr. Snowman~?

Sakuya: That sounds great! Of course we can!

Sakuya: Then how about we make the body round… But then we can put a triangular hat on its head?

Misumi: Yeah, I wanna do that! Let’s make some triangle buttons too~.

Muku: Arisu-san, I found a branch that could work for this little guy’s hand!

Homare: Oh, how marvelous! His face is shaping up quite nicely.

Homare: Look at his face, isn’t it both graceful and charming simultaneously?

Muku: It really is! And super cute too!

Director: (Everyone looks like kids playing in the snow. Their smiles are all so nice… I’m so glad we came.)

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Apartment For Two - Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Title: Apartment For Two

Steve Harrington X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Robin (Mentioned), Steve's Parents (Mentioned), Dustin, the rest of the party (Mentioned), and the Reader's parents

WC: 1,873

Warnings: As if the mall incident would have never happened, the reader has a mother and father, fluff, reuniting, slight parent angst, and Steve leaving the kids

Steve, he was excited about moving to California. His parents were both against it, telling him how the area was dangerous or whatever, but he didn't listen to them, because he knew that this was what he wanted. He wanted to be with you, and no one, no one was going to stop him. Not even the Upside Down.

He was beyond excited. He had everything packed, and all he had to do was drive across the country. Steve realized that the thirty-two hour drive over would've been a lot more enjoyable if you were there with him. Shutting the trunk, he double-checked if he had everything before going back into his parent's house one more time. Heading to the kitchen, Steve grabbed his grocery bag of food and snacks he could eat on the drive over, before grabbing his mother's writing pad and writing a goodbye letter to his parents for them to see when they got back from their summer vacation.

Heading up the stairs, he looked at his room. It was empty, almost, except for his empty dresser and bed. Steve realized that he could get new bed sheets and whatnot in California with you. He figured that you would probably want a say on the shared sheets the two of you would share. Besides, he would want to go with you to find items to decorate the new apartment.

Shutting his bedroom door, he ignored the flowing memories as he jogged down the stairs and left the house, locking the door, and hiding his key under the doormat. It's not like he'd be back anytime soon anyway. Steve was done with Hawkins. He was done with Indiana completely.

He had made sure though, the day before that he said goodbye to Robin and the kids. (Robin had finally marked the ‘you rule’ side of the board). Most of them were a bit unhappy that he was leaving them. They seemed sad that he wasn't sticking around to watch them grow up. Dustin even shedded a tear, as Steve hugged all the kids goodbye.

"Do you have to go?" Dustin asked with a huge frown, and Steve nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, man. I do. Gotta get out of this town. Got better things going for me in California." Steve assured him, and the boy sighed.

"Like Y/N?" The boy asked and Steve felt his face flush.

"Yeah, like Y/N." Steve admitted, and the boy grinned, nodding.

"Well, can you come back some time?" The boy asked, and Steve smiled softly.

"I'll try my best, kid." Steve promised with a chuckle, patting him on the shoulder.

Turning the ignition, Steve threw his grocery bag in the back seat and started the car. He drove for hours, stopping for gas and bathroom breaks, sleeping at motels for the night. Until... He finally made it to California. Checking the road map, he pulled over onto the side of the road. He was almost there... Just a couple of more miles. Then he was going to be with you again.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sitting on your swing on your porch, you bit your lip as you stared at the road. Watching every passing car as it drove by. Wondering when Steve was going to arrive. He had called you from a motel last night, saying that he would be at your house in the morning. Checking your watch, it was already half-past noon. Where the hell is he? You wondered, biting your lip nervously.

You stood up from the swing, you began to pace around your yard, thinking to distract yourself. Maybe you should go shopping once Steve arrived. You needed more jeans, and maybe some shirts. Steve would have to stay the night at your house with you, you didn't want him to drive again after all the driving he already did. You didn't have to pack up right away.

Hearing a similar honk, you quickly turned around, seeing Steve's car pulled up into the driveway. Relieved and beyond overjoyed, you ran off the front porch, and jumped down the steps, running over to his car. Steve quickly got out of the car and you leaped into his arms. He chuckled as he wrapped you in his strong arms, hugging you tightly. Picking you up off the ground, you laughed as Steve twirled you in his arms, before gently letting your feet land on the ground.

You let out a happy sigh, arms wrapped around his neck, your face buried in his shoulder.

"I missed you so much!" You cooed, nuzzling into his neck and shoulder, feeling Steve nuzzle into your hair with his nose, a smile on his face.

"I missed you too." Steve breathed, "I can't believe I am here. With you."

"I am so glad you're here." You giggled, pressing yourself into him more.

He groaned softly, pulling you tight to his body, kissing your forehead and cheek. "Me too, sweetheart. It's been a long two months."

You laughed, shaking your head lightly, "Yeah, it has." You finally let go of him, but kept your hands on his chest.

"I missed you too, by the way." Steve muttered, eyes glancing from your eyes to your lips and back.

"Is that so?" You teased, licking your lips slowly as Steve watched you intently.

"Yeah, it is." Steve grunted, "I'm gonna kiss you now."

You smiled, "Okay."

Steve leaned down to kiss you, you tilted your head back as his soft lips pressed against yours. His hands slid around your waist and he held you close to him as he deepened the kiss. You slid your arms back around his neck, your fingers gently tugging at the strands of hair on the nape of Steve's neck. Pulling back, you kissed his jaw lightly, taking a step back from him. His eyes were closed as he took a few deep breaths, a calm, tranquil smile on his face.

"Want to come inside?" You asked, and Steve finally opened his eyes, nodding.

Taking his hand, you turned to walk up to the house, opening the front door. You smiled happily as he followed you inside, walking through the kitchen and down the hallway towards the living room and up the stairs to your room. Sitting on your bed with him, Steve glanced down at your hand, the pad of his finger trailing over the promise ring.

"Do you really like it?" He asked quietly, looking up at you with a gentle smile.

"Yes." You smiled, "I really do."

Steve smiled at you, brushing his thumb over your knuckles, tracing the cuticles lightly.

"Are you hungry?" You asked, and Steve shook his head.

"I'm good." You looked up at him.

"Are you sure?"

Steve nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "Yeah, I just want to be with you."

Your heart melted at his words. "Alright." You replied, "What would you like to do?"

Steve shrugged, "Whatever you want."

"We could play a card game. I don't know when my parents are coming back, but we could steal the tv before my dad gets back for football."

Steve brought you hand in his up to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the back of your hand.

"How about we take a nap?" Steve suggested.

You smiled, nodding. "That sounds amazing right now honestly. I bet you're tired from the drive."

"Yeah, I am." Steve agreed, kicking off his shoes and pulling you down onto your bed next to him.

You snuggled in closer to him, laying your head on his shoulder. "Well, then a nap we shall take." You cooed, reaching up to run your hand through Steve's hair.

Steve sighed, closing his eyes, before nuzzling his head into your neck. You giggled softly, leaning in to return the affectionate gesture. Within seconds, you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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Shutting the trunk door, Steve looked up, sighing when he saw you saying goodbye to your parents before walking over to him. You were wearing the shirt he gave you, which made his face flush in happiness. You hugged him tight, squeezing him tight, and he returned the hug, kissing your forehead.

"Have fun, sweetheart." Your father called to you, "Make sure to call us when you get settled."

"I will. Love you guys!" You called back, waving at them before turning back to Steve.

"Nice to meet you all." Steve said to your parents with a wave, before opening the passenger side door for you. "Come on, baby. Let's go see our new place."

You grinned, getting into his car, Steve put the keys in the ignition, before starting the car. The two of you drove for an hour before you arrived at your new apartment.

"This place is lovely." You told him, looking around.

"It is, isn't it?" Steve smiled as he parked the car, and you exited, stepping out of his car.

Steve shut the door, and walked around to open your door for you. You smiled as you got out, taking his hand in yours as you headed to grab the key from the front desk before heading up the two floors to your new home.

Opening the door, you were happily surprised by it. The front door led to an entrance room, which led straight to the living room and branched right off into the small kitchen. Past the kitchen, there was a hallway, which had a bathroom, master bedroom, and guest room. There were already a few pieces of furniture, such as an old couch in the living room, and the apartment even had decent sized closets. The master bedroom had a large closet as well, and there was even an extra room off the kitchen that would be a great storage place.

But, it was mostly empty. Which meant you and Steve would have to go shopping after settling in. And, after a couple of rounds, you and Stve brought up all of your boxes and suitcases.

"It's perfect." You smiled, "Where do you want to start unpacking?"

Steve shrugged, "Clothes?"

"Sounds like a plan to me." You smiled, grabbing your boxes and suitcase with Steve, you headed to the master bedroom to unpack. Unpacking all of your clothes, you leaned against the wall with Steve beside you.

"We should go buy furniture today, before it gets too late." You spoke, and he nodded, grabbing his keys from his jeans.

"Yeah, we should probably get a bed. Don't want to have to sleep on the floor." He laughed and you nodded, grabbing your bag.

For the rest of the day, you and Steve went around town, shopping for a new bed, table, and everything and anything your heart desired really. To a point. You two weren't exactly rich. Steve brought as much money as he could, but his parents had cut off his allowance. You had your savings from your job, which helped you and Steve get the necessities. Let's just say, you two would be eating on that old couch for a while.

It was going to take time, but you and Steve's little apartment would grow into something beautiful in no time. And you couldn't wait.

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isaacapatow · 3 months

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with @clintbennet | the daybreakers : catching up over a meal; ike discloses some things about growing up in ark

Clint Bennet -In all the madness of prepping to take on this group, it was easy for everyone to get lost in their own worlds, their own tasks, getting one thing done before quickly moving on to the next. Familiar faces outside of those that were completing tasks with you were rare to come by, but on his way to the community center to grab some much needed hot food, Clint couldn't help but recognize a familiar pair of shoulders that came around a corner and started heading down the walkway.- Ike-Hey! -He called out quickening his stride to find himself shoulder to shoulder with the other man.- Y'git a bit of a break too?

ike apatow -he gives a good-natured grunt of agreement and acknowledgement, not slowing down or pausing -- Clint's got long legs too -- as he keeps heading to the kitchen- Yep, smoke 'em if you got 'em time. And man, I wish I had 'em. But whatever they cooked for us today is gonna have to do. -he slants a sidelong look at Clint- You been going out? Or staying in?

Clint Bennet -He keeps up with the other mans pace, not blaming him for not wanting to waste time.- Goin' out. -He responds simply before jutting his chin at the other- I know I ain't even got t'ask you. What do they got y'doin' outside th'walls? -The both of them came through the door, and Clint breathed in the scent of the food, he was pretty sure he smelled squash, one of the veggies they didn't seem to be running out of.- I'm just hopin' fer some protien at this point...

ike apatow -he snickers, then ventures- I think Astor brought in a couple turkeys. He's a dick but he's reliable when it comes to bringing in the goods. And yeah, I've been doing outside stuff, mostly hit-and-run. I don't care for all this guerilla shit, I like working on my own stuff, raiding stuff, but we all gotta pitch in, right?

Clint Bennet Never thought I'd be grateful t'him... -Clint mutters under his breath. He watches as Ike explains his adventures, giving a nod before he grabs himself a plate.- Are y'at least able t'work with yer team? Or are ya gettin' pulled in every direction?

ike apatow They're each of 'em well trained and used to being out past the wire, so it's made more sense for us to split up, accompany people who maybe aren't leaving town so often. Which is kind of nerve-wracking, Clint, if you wanna know the truth. -he dishes out some of what looks like a turkey casserole onto his dish, filling the spoon again and hovering it over Clint's plate if he wants any- I mean, hell -- taking townies out there even on a predictable milk run is always a crapshoot, much less this. Taking it to a group like the fuckin' Daybreakers.

Clint Bennet Shit, I can imagine. -He responds with a sympathetic look, giving a nod to accept the spoon full of food he was offering, supporting the plate as the food fell on it. He moved on, grabbing some bread and returning the favor of offering it to Ike.- Th' raiders, hunters, n' outside security are used t'bein outside, everyone else seems t'have lost some of that instinct, despite tryin'. So far I've worked with Nicki, Silvy, David n' Leigh. Felt on edge with Silvy n' Leigh, no fault of their own... We should have done more trainin' fer everyone... now we're scramblin',

ike apatow Ahhh, I dunno. -Ike holds out his place to accept the bread as they move along the counter- People here train all the time, whether out of boredom or paranoia or to get a better booty or whatever, but everything's different when you're looking at trained fighters who're actively gonna fuck you up if they catch you. That's beyond even learning how to stick a walker in the head. -he grunts, considering the ubiquitous roasted squash- Real people. That's always what's gonna trip you up.

Clint Bennet -Clint had to pause to look back and catch what Ike was saying, in the walls he opted not to wear his hearing aids, batteries were far and few in between and he needed a break from the noise. Ike had good points, Clint was finding that he was a lot more short sighted than the other, there were things that Clint hadn't considered that Ike seemed to naturally know.- Yer right...-He comments getting himself a spoonful of the squash. He thought about offering some to Ike but the expression on the other man's face made it seem like maybe he didn't want any.- I don't know much about this group... just the details comin' out as we're gettin' assigned tasks. With all this preparin' I feel like everyone's on edge waitin' fer th'other shoe t'drop...

ike apatow A whole god damn Payless, more like it. -he dithers some more about the squash, then decides against it, grabbing an apple instead- I can't decide whether it's better that some of us know the Daybreakers and the way they work, or if that's more antsy-making. But we're doing what we can, right? -Ike squares his shoulders, almost visibly throwing off the weight of what's facing them- If you know any old Cajun weather spells, now's the time for 'em, Clint. We need snow and lots of it.

Clint Bennet With both their plates situated, Clint leads Ike to a table close enough to the fireplace to cut through the cold that was clawing at the walls.- Y'think people willl panic if they know what they can do? -He questions, taking a bite. He was going to ask Ike to give him more insight but from the look of the other, he needed a break from thinking about them. He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head at Ike's request.- I dunno if y'know this... but m'neck of th'woods ain't known fer gettin' a ton of snow if any. Y'want a hurricane though, I got y'covered. -He rests his elbow on the table rubbing a bit at his forehead.- How are ya holdin' up with everythin'? I know it's knockin' th'wind out of m'sails...

ike apatow I'm not doing that bad, all told. After being townbound with my head healing up, I got a lot of pent-up energy at my disposal. -he tucks in, concentrating on the casserole for a while before returning to the conversation- Although I needed to get my mind back in the business, too. That took a little longer. -Ike lifts his chin at Clint, to encourage him to keep talking- You're finding the outside jobs draining? Or is it the whole idea of the Daybreaker threat?

Clint Bennet -Brows knit together when Ike mentioned the head injury.- That's the one from the outin' with Renee? -He had only heard about it from her, it must have been more serious than he imagined for him to be townbound for so long. He took another bite, considering Ike's question and responding with a shrug of his shoulders.- I dunnoknow what it is... I'm used t'bein outside th'walls, I've done jobs goin' out further plenty of times. Feel like when I'm walkin' back through those gates though, I just want t'collapse. Everythin's fine 'til then.

ike apatow Yeah. -it takes a moment, but then Ike blinks at Clint- The outing with Renee. That's how people know it? Huh. -he abandons his savoury food for a while, opting for the apple- It's a lot to cope with. You get used to the idea of walkers -- and that takes a lot of fuckin' getting used to -- and then you gotta recalibrate to understand why actual living people are attacking each other. Wears the brain out.

Clint Bennet -He was a little perplexed at Ike's reaction, wondering if he didn't explain it well.- Renee told me, y'all went out t'get some medical supplies, includin' m'hearin' aid, thank ya fer that by th'way. She said she did somethin' stupid n' ran in 'cause she got pissed 'n went inta th'buildin', said there were walkers in there and her fuck up ended up with y'gettin' scalped. That's th'gist of it, sure there's things I'm missin'. -Clint had a hard time putting his feelings or the reasons for his feelings into words, it was something he always struggled with, but he knew Ike was patient and knew more about him than anyone else at this point. The reason didn't matter so much, but he appreciated Ike's interest in it and his tendency to prod until he got to the bottom of things.- I don't think that's it, I'm used t'the biters... n' y'know I'm all too familiar with how shit people can be. -His eyes narrow slightly at the other, knowing he would pick up what he was putting down.- Th'whole time I'm out there, I can't help but worry what's goin' on back here. Damn radio keeps makin' me jump thinkin' they've finally made their move... I think that's what's wearin' me out.

ike apatow That's as good a mythology as any, I suppose. -Ike shakes his head, dismissing the subject of the disastrous clinic raid, or Renee's part in it, or anything- Doesn't matter much. Everyone has an oncoming storm of shit to get under their umbrellas from right now. -he gnaws on his apple, abandoning the last third to return to the casserole as Clint edits and corrects Ike's suppositions- Being on edge in general, or being on edge about Redwood's safety? You could shift gears, Clint. Stay around home and hold down the fort. God knows there's plenty enough in town that needs doing. That way you'd at least cut down on the worrying from being away from town.

Clint Bennet -The situation with Renee definitely seemed to be a sore subject for Ike and like Clint had guessed, both he and Renee seemed to have vastly different recollections on the event. Still, Clint didn't know if that was a bear he wanted to jump at, he didn't want to poke at still scabbing scars, in this case, literally.- I dunno, Ike, if y'wanna talk about it, I'll listen, she completely took th'blame when talkin' t'me though if it helps at all. -His shoulders shrug again when Ike made his suggestions. He took another bite and considered his words.- Worryin's all I do, whether I'm in here or out there, it don't matter, I'm gonna worry 'bout where I ain't and who I ain't with. I'm of more use out there. -He meets the other man in the eyes- Besides, I'd get stir crazy in here before long. There ain't no winnin' but I'm not expectin' t'find comfort, not with all this goin' on. I'm fine Ike, I'll git used t'it, cope like everyone else has been.

ike apatow Well, bully for her. -he picks up his apple again, alternating bites of it with the turkey casserole- It's fine. I'm not interested in some kinda he-said, she-said situation, especially against Doctor Saint Renee Mother of Redwood. -Clint talks about his chronic worry, and he sounds like he's thought this out before, so Ike grunts in acknowledgement- Awright, then. But all the same, Clint -- there's a certain amount of hurry-up involved in what's going on, yeah, and I'm sure you know your own limits, but it's easy to burn out when you're on that hypervigilance kick. We both know what that's like. I'm gonna be checking in on you to make sure you're not at the end of your wick without knowing it.

Clint Bennet -well there was certainly no mystery when it came to how Ike felt about Renee. It was a little surprising that they were on such bad terms considering how much Clint enjoyed the both of them.- Got it boss, say no more. -he comments, dropping the subject completely and tasting some of the squash which tastes surprisingly good, he takes another bite, watching Ike as he spoke, making it clear that Clint was fully on his radar which was a nice sentiment, but not a burden he wanted to put on Ike, or have Ike put on himself. Still he knew better than to try to change the man's mind once he spoke it out into the universe.- I hear ya, Ike, I'll watch m'self, promise. Last thing we need is any one of us spiralin'. -he jutted his chin at the other.- N' you? Don't mean t'rub salt in th'wound here, but yer lookin' pretty tired too, yer not pushin' too far past yer limits are ya?

ike apatow -he snickers, reaching to steal some squash from Clint's plate for himself- I'm fine. All healed up, not pushing myself. There's just been some things piling up on me that I'm working through, but moving outside of the town's been good for that. I feel like I can recalibrate and ... and fuckin breathe. It was getting a little tight staying in the walls. -he's caught somewhere between wistful resignation about that, and cheerful positivity about the new living situation, taking another piece of squash and waving it to punctuate his talking- People don't seem to believe me when I ay it, but honest injun, Clint -- I take care of myself pretty good. Sometimes the tired's just unavoidable.

Clint Bennet -eyes watch the other and a smirk plays on his lips when Ike helps himself to the food on his plate.- Anything I can help take off yer plate? -He hums, glad Ike was finding comfort in his new house. Especially after their last conversation during the prom, he was sure Ike would appreciate a space all to himself.- When yer ready fer visitors let me know, I've been keepin' m'eye out fer a housewarmin' gift, just haven't found th' right one yet. -he flashes the man a smile before clarifying- I'm lookin' fer somethin' real stupid, somethin' only you'd be able t' appreciate, th'type of shit that would make other people blush but would make you laugh. -he takes another bite watching Ike flail the squash around as he spoke, sure it would fly clear off his fork but to his amazement it stuck on.- I believe ya Ike, n' y'got your raider family t' watch over ya too. It's my selfish need t' want t' return th' favor.

ike apatow -Ike gives a noncommittal grunt when Clint prompts for info on when he might be up for a visit to the graveyard cottage, reluctant still to let anybody think they had an invitation, but his interest is piqued when Clint continues on to muse on what the housewarming gift might be- Well. I have always had a taste for the vulgar and sheer stupid. -he hoots in soft, huffing laughter at the idea- Can't wait to see what you come up with, Clint. Now you've gone and tickled me right in my curiosity spot. -he eats the squash, rescuing it from taking flight, still not thinking about it much when he snitches yet another piece from Clint as if this had been agreed on in advance- Naw, don't think of it that way, favours. I don't like that system myself so I never hold anybody else to it. Things you do for other people, you release into the world and that's that. -finished eating now, Ike puts his fork down and splays his fingers in the air to articulate what the releasing looks like-

Clint Bennet -Ike didn't need to say anything, his body language said it all and Clint felt like someone's home was a boundary that didn't need crossing.- Or, I can leave it at yer door like th'shirt on yer birthday. You'll know who it's from. -He offered the alternative tearing off a piece of bread and taking a bite.- Guess that makes two of us. When I see it, I'll know though, hopefully y'git a kick out of it when it shows up on yer welcome mat, whatever th'fuck it ends up bein'. -He watches Ike snatch another bite, feigning annoyance at the man, but taking another bite of bread regardless, watching as he spoke. His shoulders shrug as Ike denies him.- Well, in that case, it's just cause I want to, no favor or nothin' involved. Cause I care 'bout ya.

ike apatow I like that. On my doorstep like a package delivery. That would be nice. -Ike's mood sobers slightly, though, when Clint stops wanting to return favours and offers something else instead, an expression of care not predicated on anything except his own feelings- That would be even nicer. I'm not the kind of man to push away people who want to care for me, Clint -- I appreciate it, for a number of reasons I won't get into over supper -- I just need them to know that one size doesn't fit all. I'm me and there's stuff that works for me and stuff that doesn't, stuff I want and stuff that just sounds to me like you might as well have gotten me a random Hallmark card. You know what I mean?

Clint Bennet Call me FedEx then. -He grabs one of the last remaining squashes before Ike has a chance to finish them all off. He looks up at him, chewing as Ike explains himself. Clint responds with a nod, wavering side to side before he swallows.- I think I get ya. Not gonna say I ain't gonna fuck it up from time t'time... maybe most of th'time, but I feel like I'm gettin' t'know ya enough t'git it right at least once. -He shoots Ike a smile before he takes a drink of water.- M'goal is t'not make things worse.

ike apatow I'm pretty good at saying outright what I like and don't like, don't worry. It's no big mystery so long as somebody pays attention. -he grins, clapping Clint on the back- Don't make a mountain out of my molehill, it ain't as serious as all that. I don't like generic, what're they called ... platitudes. That's all. Maybe it's from growing up with all the blanket religious catechisms, y'know? Biblical advice that's supposed to apply to everyone across the board even if it really doesn't.

Clint Bennet Mm, sometimes y'like t'paint with broad colorful strokes around it. That's where the payin' attention comes in I suppose. -He points out with a chuckle as Ike smacks him in the back, something he was getting used to, he preferred it over having his hair grabbed though.- Naw, no mountain, just me, talkin' out m'ass. -He took another drink as Ike brought up something he wasn't expecting, some more of his upbringing, the story of the goat was starting to make more sense.- Y'know, y'never told me anything 'bout yer upbringin'. Did y'grow up in a... Convent? Is that what they're called? Or was it somethin' else? - Maybe he had a super religious parents, but the way Ike brought it up made Clint feel like it was more intense than that, like it built his world view and his view of himself.-

ike apatow A convent's for nuns, so no to that. I'd look great in one of those wimples, though. -he snickers at the idea, stretching out his legs under the table and starting to fiddle with his drinking glass for something to do- I grew up in a real rural town -- off the grid, rural, anything we could make for ourselves, we did -- and it was ... I mean, it was a cult. -Ike rolls his shoulders back, crinkling his nose slightly- That was all I knew until I reached twenty and couldn't take it anymore, the things they asked of me. So I ran.

Clint Bennet -He laughs and shakes his head imagining Ike in the full nun getup, stubble and all.- Y'd be causin em all t'break their vows right n' left. -He teases, but listens seriously when Ike starts to barely scratch the surface of his childhood, at first it didn't sound so bad but it all clicked together when Ike used the word Cult, Clint sat back feeling like there was another piece to the puzzle that was Ike, fitting into place.- Must have been a culture shock, goin' from livin' like that t' th'city, even if by choice. I'm sorry y'grew up like that, Ike. Y'ain't gotta go into specifics, but it must have been a lot t'make y'want t'leave it all behind 'n run.

ike apatow Culture shock like you wouldn't believe. I had no idea how the secular world worked. We didn't even use money in Ark, everything was communal or bartered. It was a steep learning curve. -Ike draws out the last sentence wryly, the understatement of it clear in the way he lets go of his glass to scratch one short fingernail against the table- Cults like in Ark rely on a lot of different ways of controlling you and they're all ... pretty damaging. I left all my sisters behind. That was the worst part, knowing I got out and they didn't. But I couldn't look back. -Ike shuts his eyes for a moment, lips pressed together tight, mouth twitching slightly to one side before he collects himself again- So, y'know. Drugs.

#with: clint #plot:daybreakers #c: cli002 #religious cult cw #substance abuse cw

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sapsolais · 3 years

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@ the people that still booyah at the start of the match in ranked? hi i love you

#splatoon #or if you’re nice and booyah in general. ily ;;#still very new to all this and i was so confused when no one booyah’d back :(#like what are u guys afraid of #where’s the small bit of team spirit? we aren’t strangers! we’re on a team for this one match! you gotta make it count silly!!!!#mmh #i had a very nice match with some people that booyah’d un ironically and we DESTROYED THE OTHER TEAM!!#IT’S THE FUCKGIN BOOYAH YOU GUYS #IT HOLDS POWER!!!!!#anyways i was trying to get used to playing new weapons bc sploosh is fun and all but it’s not fun when people know what they’re doing shdkf #and there were SO MANY #STAR PLAYERS IN TURF ;;;;;;;;#SO MANY #and i was like.. shaking like please no stop i need to Learn Please Do Not #mm #just gotta find a couple things n stick with them n get better #sap says #txt

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peejsocks · 2 years

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casual - bam margera x f!reader

PART 3 - Seen through

a/n: my favorite chapter! not much to say here this time. let me know your thoughts please!!!

disclaimers/warnings: graphic smut. nsfw. a little jealousy ;)

summary: reader will not admit she has a crush on bam. they keep their distance and it’s better that way. until bam makes a suggestion and everything changes fast. no Y/N

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Finale

PART 3 - Seen through

Returning from Canada means a break for the entire crew. Mostly. Pontius, Steve-o and Knoxville had a couple of extra projects to shoot that they wanted to get a headstart on, and you promised you'd help them. You really didn't mind. You would never tell, but those three were your favorite and spending time with them could barely be called work, it was just fun. Bam left to visit his parents and old friends. No calls, no texts.

Chris was the first one to notice your bad mood. "Pouting is for babies. What's up?" He asked after a particular day when you were especially non verbal and standoffish.

"I was doing it unconsciously, I guess." Answered without so much as glancing at him. "Sorry, do you need something?" He leaves you alone after that, and you feel bad.

Fine, you missed him. You had grown stupidly attached to the kid, and now you’re fucked. The best you can do is not call him and pretend he doesn't exist. Of course, handling it like an adult.

At the end of one of the days shooting with the boys, you're all sitting outside, chilling under the sunset, you decide to ask Chris, "What do you do when you get caught up in something you weren't supposed to? And it's your fault, because you knew from the get go what it was and what it wasn't."

"Deal with it. Sure, you knew, but you're still human therefore succeptable to falling for the traps of your own feelings. Whatever it is, communication is key. Go for what you want." Ok, not the answer you were looking for at all.

"Boring. You're a grown up." You stick your tongue out to him and turn to the man sitting to the other side of you. "Steve-o?"

"What Pontius said, man." He quickly spat out in his gravelly voice. "Gotta own up to what you feel."

"Geez, when did you all become so mature and well resolved? That's not what I want from you guys." You say, and Knoxville lets out a hearty laugh, staying out of the matter completely, which was suspicious.

Three weeks later, Bam was back. You had predictably decided to ignore the advice from your friends and just lived your life as if Bam Margera was a totally unrecognizable name to you. Hard to do, as hanging out with your non-Jackass friends meant always watching MTV, but it was a good exercise to see him and force yourself to not feel a thing. It was going well. Until it wasn't.

As soon as he was back, Bam called you to invite you to a skate statewide competition thing. Not really strange after a few months of getting acquainted through rough casual sex, though delightfully unexpected.

Sure, if you could bring friends. He asked again if any of your friends were cute. Ouch, that stings. You say yes, and confirm you're going.

It's a scalding hot day, your skimpy outfit is not even helping. Standing by the big pool Bam was supposed to skate through next, cursing this stupid handsome on-the-verge-of-emo boy for dragging you there. You like skateboarding as a sport, what you don't like is being crammed with a bunch of other sweaty dudes and hormonal girls acting as if this is a Foo Fighters concert, on a sunny day. Friends by your side, even less dressed than you, for their sake you hope they find a cute skater boy to fulfill their wet dreams. Bam is up next, they announce his name and you cheer in support. He's looking for you in the crowd, or so you think. No, he is, because when he sees you, a big smile spreads on his face.

He finishes his routine, you clap, everybody loves him. While waiting for the whole thing to be done and the winner to be announced, you step away from the crowd to buy a bottle of water. In line, a brunette tall man strikes up conversation with you. He's nice, maybe you'll introduce him to your friends later.

Unbeknownst to you, Bam is watching the whole thing. You get back to your friends and discretly point out the guy still in line to them, Bam sees this too.

Unsurprisingly, he wins. There's a trophy, some interviews, and later on press. Whilst he's still under the spotlight, you cheer him but he keeps avoiding your gaze. Weird. No, you were there as his friend, not his girlfriend. God, when did you become friends? This is his moment, it's fine. When it's all done, you shoot him a text.

"my friends wanna meet you, is that cool?" The two girls wait right by your side, excited.

"sure, come to the back and tell them ur name, ur already cleared" He answers quickly.

The three of you do just that, encountering little resistance from the event's team. 'Guess Bam may have already set everything up earlier, you thought, they seemed to be expecting you backstage.

Seeing him again after the break was awkward. You hug briefly, he's shirtless and still very sweaty. The white with thin red lines band of his boxers visible, sticking out of low riding baggy black pants. Your friends are right behind you, holding back squeals. You sigh and look at him funny, he doesn't mind, which bothers you. Letting him bask in the seemingly welcomed attention, you introduce them and take a step back, leaning onto one of the wooden tables they had holding up merch and other items, as they talk and take pictures.

You're looking through the stuff when he comes up behind you. "You want anything?" He asks shyly, you swear.

"I'm good, thank you." You respond, shy as well. This is bad, the air is different between you two.

He looks at you for a couple more seconds, sucking in his bottom lip. God, his hair looks divine. Lengthy and dark, defined curls magically in place begging to be ruffled during an energetic and messy dispute between limbs and lips. Translation, you wanna fuck him bad. It fills you with rage.

Glancing away quickly, you notice your friends in the background talking to some boys with VIP passes. Bam grabs your hand and says "Follow me."

He takes you to a tent set up with more merch. It's hidden way in the back, and it's a full tent, meaning it's covered from the sun and has a zipper. Probably where the press conference would happen. Reading your mind, he adds, "Don't worry. Nobody's supposed to be here until 3pm. We've got an hour." A simple smile, and you feel butterflies in your stomach. He is speaking so softly, looking directly into your eyes, not the slightlest bit uncomfortable. Maybe happy. This is really bad.

He grabs your face gently, and kisses you slowly. It's new. You don't know how to keep that pace though and quickly are at each other's throats, literally, nibbling and biting. His bare back is slippery with sweat, but you don't mind because he looks so good like this. Calm and a little cocky that he just won something he clearly works hard for and cares about. Your nails dig into his skin and he groans. He stops your making out session, bodies still pressed together. "I saw you. Who was that guy?" He asks lowly. You look confused, so he explains. "Lanky dude in line for water, red super mario shirt."

You scrunch your nose and let slip a small laugh. "I don't know, just some guy. He was nice, said I might introduce him to my friends later."

Bam hums. "I have like an infinite amount of water back here, you didn't have to buy any."

"I know, babe, but I-" You stop. Babe? Urging to recover from that before he notices, might be too late as he displays a self satisfied grin on his face. You try, still. "I was thirsty. He must have seen through me."

Bam's face falls at the implication. "Yeah?" He lifts you up by your thighs and sets you down on one of the wooden tables. You're pretty sure you're sitting on a "element" t-shirt right now. The dark haired boy doesn't even hesitate before pushing your black mini skirt up to your stomach and pressing his palm on top of your covered slit. You suck in some air.

"Show me how thirsty you are." His eyes are darker now. It's been so long, you don't know how to play this game anymore. You missed his touch too much, you're not in control here.

You push him to go under the white thin fabric you're wearing to no success and you whine, letting a "please" slip past your lips, pathetically. He motions to his hand and you notice he's wearing thick silver band rings. Thumb, index and middle finger. His thumb is pressed to your lips and you immediately understand. Opening up, the index slides into your mouth. You suck until the ring is off and sitting comfortably on your tongue, then do the same with his middle finger. “Good girl.”

With those now coated in your spit, he pushes your underwear to the side and inserts his fingers unceremoniously into your pussy. You would curse, but he's already kissing you, free hand placed on the back of your head. Moving his perfectly arched digits in and out as his ring-clad thumb circles your clit, you can't help but pull away for air, finally choking out a moan. Stuck in position by his grip on your locks, stomach muscles flexing with intensity.

He doesn't pull you back in for a kiss, enjoying watching you squirm for him too much, his rings still inside your mouth, hand still knotting your hair. The visual of Bam, right after winning a skateboarding competition, abs shining with sweat and scratches with dried blood around his ribs, fingering you when he could have any of the girls screaming his name in that park was enough to bring tears of pent up sexual tension to your eyes.

"You're my favorite fucking whore, you know that?" He spits out in that beautiful low voice, after noticing your eyes well up and your bottom lip swelling. "That's right, you're my whore." His fingers still working you, mercilessly slow. The one truly seeing through you. "Mine. Say it."

And you do. You say it, you're his. It's defeating, but you come nonetheless.

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Biker Bar - Part Three

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Words: 2700+

Author’s Note: Hey, I’m back again with this lovely thing! And I’m already going to be doing a fourth part. Thanks for sticking with me with this idea, because I love it so much :) as always, let me know what you thought! xox

Three Months Later…

"I'm telling you, Sam, he's becoming a bit soft," you giggle from your seat at the bar, twirling the straw in your drink. "I feel responsible."

The man rolls his eyes and leans against the bar top, looking in your direction. "He's just a fool in love, Y/N. I'm pretty sure the old Bucky is still there," Sam laughs and you shrug your shoulders.

"From what I've seen the past couple of months says otherwise," you grin before taking a few sips of your cocktail.

Silence settles between the two of you as you glance around Bucky's bar, trying to find the six-foot-tall man. "Lover boy is in his office," Sam informs you, snapping you from your daze.

Your brows furrowed in confusion and you glance towards him. "He is? I thought he finished all his paperwork?" You ask him while getting up from your stool.

Sam shrugs his shoulders before standing up straight. "I don't know, girl. That's just what Steve told me," he mentions and you hum in response before heading towards Bucky's office.

You take another sip of your drink before knocking on the wooden door. "Buck?" You call out and hear him grunt in response. You open the door slightly and peek your head into the room, seeing Bucky sitting at his desk. "You okay?"

The brunette lifts his head, his blue eyes meeting yours as you fully step into his office. "Yeah, doll, I'm fine," Bucky mentions while leaning back in his chair.

You set your cocktail onto the coffee table before walking up to his desk, resting your hands on the mahogany wood. "Sure about that, handsome?" You grin while tilting your head to the side.

"I'm sure, sweetness. You're cute though," Bucky wets his lips before patting his thighs. A giggle leaves your lips as you walk around the desk and plant yourself onto his lap. "Hi."

"Hi," you whisper before connecting your lips with his, feeling Bucky's hands slide up your outer thighs.

You pull away from him a minute or so later, resting your forehead on his. "You enjoying yourself?" Bucky mumbles against your lips, his hands moving up your thighs before resting on your hips.

"Mm, I am. Although, it would be much better if you were out there with me. I haven't seen you in almost four days, Buck," you pout as the brunette rests his head in the crook of your neck.

Your fingers card through his hair before kissing the crown of his head. "I know," he whispers before nipping at your skin. "Sorry, doll. This whole thing with Hydra's crew is keeping me busy."

A frown comes to your lips and you push yourself back a bit so you can look down at Bucky. "Hydra? They're back?" You ask him, remembering the group of people from months ago.

"Yeah, but don't worry. I plan to keep you far from them," he reassures you while lifting his hand to brush his fingers against your cheekbone. "Rumlow won't hesitate to use you against me."

You press your lips together and look down at your lap. A hum leaves your lips while your hands trail down his torso. "I trust you, Bucky," you tell him with a small smile.

"I know it's only been a few months and things got heavy when we first met, but believe me when I tell you that you mean a lot to me," Bucky confesses and your heart flutters in your chest.

"You mean a lot to me too, Bucky," you whisper and press a quick kiss to his lips.

You push yourself off of his lap before sitting on the edge of his desk. Bucky scoots closer to you, pushing your legs apart so he can sit in between them.

"You gotta stop wearing skirts around me, doll," Bucky whispers while gliding his fingers up your legs. Your breath hitches in your throat as Bucky kisses up your leg, his blue eyes looking up at you through his lashes. "Could take you right here, doll."

A shiver runs down your spine as a moan escapes your lips, your grip tightening on the edge of the desk. "B-Bucky," you stutter as the brunette trails his lips closer to your inner thigh.

"Would you like that? Me taking you on my desk?" He mumbles against your skin before biting down, causing you to let out a gasp.

"Please," you whisper while scooting closer to the edge, pulling your skirt up to reveal your black lace panties.

Bucky wets his lips and reaches a hand out before pressing his thumb against your covered slit. "Such a little minx for me," he mentions while placing a light kiss on your thigh.

You breathe heavily as Bucky rubs your clit and moans tumbling from your lips. You fall onto your elbows and spread your legs wider as the man scoots his chair closer to you.

"Mm, I love tasting this sweet pussy of yours, doll. Stay still for me, okay?" He asks and you nod your head in response while Bucky shifts your panties to the side, exposing your glistening slit. "So wet for me already."

Your head tilts back as Bucky licks up your pussy and your legs jerk a bit. "F-Fuck!" You moan loudly, feeling the brunette's hands pressed against your inner thighs to keep your legs spread. "Don't tease me, please."

Bucky smirks at the sound of your begging and flits his eyes up to you, noticing your flushed cheeks. "You've been a good girl for me, so I won't this time," he grins before diving in between your thighs.

Your moans echo off of the walls and do your best to move Bucky's computer to the side before your back meets the desk. His tongue slips into you and little gasps leave your lips as the man begins to tongue fuck you.

"Fuck, B-Buck! So good," you cry out while arching your back, bringing one of your hands to your breasts.

Bucky hums into your pussy and you feel his eyes on you as you grind your hips against his face. "Fuck, you taste so good," he groans after pulling away from you.

Your chest heaves rapidly and you pick your head up before looking down at him. A chuckle leaves your lips upon seeing your juices covering Bucky's chin. "You're going to be the death of me," you breathe out as your cheeks flush.

A laugh leaves the man's lips while bringing his fingers to your clit, gently stroking the sensitive nub. A string of moans comes from your lips as his fingers easily slide into you. "I could say the same about you, doll," he grins while pumping his fingers in and out of you.

You watch Bucky place gentle kisses against your abdomen and he brings his thumb to your clit, stroking the nub. "O-Oh!" You moan out as his fingertips brush your sweet spot, your hips bucking upward.

"You gonna cum for me, doll?" Bucks smirks, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The pace of his fingering quickens as his eyes stay on your face, loving the way your eyes roll back into your head.

"Fuck, Bucky!" You moan loudly and arch your back.

Bucky curses to himself and wraps his lips around your clit, suckling quickly. You let your back hit the desk as a scream erupts from your lips. Your core tightens and you arch your back once again as you cum on Bucky's fingers.

"Good girl," the brunette hums while stroking your sweet spot, prolonging your orgasm. Your legs shake under his grip and you reach your hands out to grip his wrist.

"B-Buck-" you breathe out, causing the blue-eyed man to kiss your clit before pulling out his fingers.

He notices your pussy clench on nothing, a smirk coming to his pink lips. "God, you're incredible," Bucky chuckles before helping you sit up, putting your panties back in place. "You okay?"

Your hands rest on his shoulders before leaning down to kiss his lips. "I'm great, handsome," you giggle as Bucky helps readjust your skirt. "You going to join me in the bar now?"

Bucky looks up at you with a smile on his lips before nodding his head yes. "C'mon you vixen," he laughs and you slip off of the desk, adjusting your skirt some more.

As soon as you move out of the way Bucky gets up from his chair, following you towards his office door. He tilts his head and admires your ass, licking his lips a bit before slapping his hand against your right ass cheek.

A squeal leaves your lips and you quickly turn around to face him. "Bucky Barnes, I swear!" You laugh while shaking your head, a smirk coming to Bucky's lips.

"Can't help myself, doll. You have such a nice ass."

You lick your lips and glance up at the man through your lashes. "Well, it's a good thing it's yours then, yeah?" You ask with a smirk.

Bucky releases a low growl before pressing you against his door, both of his hands gripping your hips. "That's right, doll," he whispers and kisses your lips roughly. "This wonderful ass is mine."

"Bucky, I promise you that I'll be fine," you laugh into the phone as you walk up the steps of your place.

There have been more frequent sightings of the Hydra gang riding around the streets, causing Bucky's worry for you to heighten. His sigh comes through the receiver as you unlock your front door. "I know, but I worry," Bucky mumbles and your heart flutters in your chest.

"If anything happens, you'll be the first person I call," you reassure him while stepping into the place, shutting the front door behind you.

"I better be," Bucky mutters, causing you to let out a laugh. "Have a good night, doll."

You grin ear to ear and set your house keys into the little ceramic bowl. "You too, Buck. I'll see you tomorrow, alright?" You ask him and he hums in response.

After hanging up the phone, you flick your lights on and let out a gasp upon seeing Suzie sitting on your couch. You rest your hand on your chest and take a deep breath before setting your bag onto the chair.

"Suzie? What the hell are you doing here?" You question her with narrowed eyebrows.

A dry laugh leaves the girl's lips before she pushes herself off of the couch. "I just came here to see my best friend. Since we haven't seen each other in three fucking months," Suzie sneers and your heartbeat quickens, beginning to feel nervous.

"Well, you tried to get with Bucky behind my back," you start and cross your arms over your chest, "you literally told him I wasn't going to see him and tried to make a move on him. Like, what best friend does that, Suzie?!"

"He should've been mine! Not yours!" She screams, getting into your face. "If you can't remember, going to that bar was my idea, Y/N. Yet, you're the one who everyone fucking loves there."

You tilt your head a bit and let out a laugh. "How can someone love you, Suzie? You're a fucking narcissist. It's always about you. You never care about anyone but yourself!" You bluntly tell her and Suzie lets out a huff of breath.

Silence fills the room before she slaps you across the face. A gasp leaves your lips and you bring your hand to your face, feeling the searing pain. "You're such a bitch," Suzie growls before stepping away from you. "And we've decided that we're gonna teach you a lesson."

A smirk comes to her lips as a figure walks out from your kitchen. Your breath hitches in your throat as Rumlow stares down at you. You stumble back, your back connecting with your front door. "Wait-"

"Wait?" Rumlow asks while taking a few steps closer to you. "For what? For you to call Bucky?"

Your eyes widen when his hand wraps itself around your throat. Your nails dig into his wrist, doing everything you can to get him off of you. "I'll-"

Rumlow grips your neck tighter before smashing your head against the door. "Shut up. I don't want to hear another word from you," he mutters bitterly. He glances back towards the woman standing by the couch before asking, "you sure I can't have my way with her?"

Suzie scoffs and flips him off, stepping up to the two of you. "Are you fucking kidding me? No," she rolls her eyes before roughly kissing his lips.

Oh, you've got to be shitting me. You think to yourself and decide to try and fight your way out. The two continue to kiss in front of you and you raise your leg before kicking the man in the groin.

Rumlow releases his grip on you and you push your way through the two. "Fuckin' little bitch!" The man yells as you run towards your bedroom.

Heavy breaths leave your lips as you slam the door shut behind you, looking around rapidly to find something to keep them out. A scream erupts from your throat as the door bursts open, the force of it throwing you across the room.

"You're lucky I can't kill you," Rumlow growls before climbing on top of you. You do everything you can to keep his hands away from you. Rumlow pulls out a knife from his pocket, causing your eyes to widen. "I'm gonna show Bucky who he's fucking with."

Screams leave your lips as the man roughly pulls your shirt up before dragging the knife across your skin. Suzie walks up beside him, resting her hand on Rumlow's shoulder. "Bucky's not going to want you after he's done with you, sweetheart," she smirks as Rumlow continues to slice your torso.

Your writhe under his grasp tears streaming down your cheeks as you notice blood covering the knife and his hands. "Please, I-I won't tell anybody anything," you beg, and Rumlow smirks before looking up at Suzie.

"Listen to her beg," he mentions and pushes himself off of you.

Suzie crouches and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at her. "Of course you won't tell anyone, sweetie. Cause then we'd have to kill you," she laughs and pushes your face away.

Rumlow pats your cheeks before roughly slapping your face. "But, do tell Bucky. Also, tell him that we're taking over that damn bar," he spits before grabbing Suzie's hand.

"Hold on, babe," Suzie mumbles and holds her hand out. Rumlow places the knife into her hand before she walks back towards you.

Whimpers leave your lips as you try your best to get away from her. She lets out a grunt before shoving the knife into your chest. You let out a sharp gasp and you glance up at her to see a sweet smile on her lips.

"See you around, Y/N," Suzie waves before her and Rumlow leave your place.

Your chest heaves rapidly as you look around your bedroom, trying to find your phone. Your hands shakily grab your phone from the floor and do your best to dial Bucky's number.

Black dots fill your vision as the phone rings. "C'mon, Bucky," you breathe out as blood pools on your hardwood floor.

"Doll?" Bucky's voice comes through the phone and you let out a slight gasp.

"B-Bucky," you cry out and lean against your bed, your eyes glancing down at the knife protruding from your chest. "I-I need you. I-I tried so hard to defend myself…"

The blue-eyed man sits up on his bed and furrows his brows, hearing your heavy breaths coming through the phone. "What happened?" He asks you while throwing the covers off of him before pulling his boots on.

"Suzie and Rumlow…" your voice trails off and Bucky's blood runs cold. "I'm hurt."

"Okay, doll, I need you to call 9-1-1," he informs you while grabbing the key to his motorbike before stepping outside. "Can you do that for me?"

"Y-Yeah, Buck, I can," you breathe into the phone as Bucky straddles his bike. "I-I love you."

The brunette freezes at your words and his heart pound rapidly against his chest. "I love you too, doll. You're going to be alright. Call 9-1-1. I'm making my way to you now," he mumbles before hanging up the phone.

Bucky runs his hands over his face before letting out a deep sigh. He revs the engine to his bike before quickly making his way to your place.

"Oh, they'll fucking pay."

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