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inkandpaintleopard · 4 months
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A collection of fnf/Spooky Month sketches, including my first Skiddad drawing
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cloudspiress · 1 year
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A collection of all my FNF art I did in 2021.
Literally, all of these are outdated (and some of them I even hate!), but I do like what I did with some of them. Additionally, there's more I could have put but the mods either didn't update at all or were canned. :')
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minusgangtime · 11 months
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(Creatures for all the monster f-)
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dexter-erotoph · 1 year
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to all the people whove followed me exclusively for my dexter posting i am so sorry i have no idea what is happening to me. hopefully this is just a quick thing
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sweetpeauserboxes · 2 years
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[id: a light yellow userbox with a pastel orange border, and pastel orange text that reads “this user thinks minus skid and pump deserve more love and attention .” on the left is an image minus skid and pump from the fnf minus mod. /end id]
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jamb0i · 1 year
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minus spooky month is spooky indeed..
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lastfoodinthefridge · 2 years
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Welp didn't think this day would come. We've gone full circle folks a whole year since my first post on Tumblr. For the celebration I redrew some of my favorite drawings I've made. Honestly I dpn't know if people celebrate this but idc I'm really happy.
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HAPPY ONE YEAR :)
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ghost--arts · 2 years
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lil minus swap doodle I plan on coloring tonight
Dollie may be dead but friendship does not stop at death my friends 
they’re designs are also getting slightly updated, for example I’m turning the clip piece of Pump’s cloak into something that references the canon spooky month and will add to overall minus swap lore :)
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kaiju-wolfdragon · 2 years
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Swiming:
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having hatzgang brainrot.......holy shit
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justagalwhowrites · 4 months
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Yearling - Ch. 22: Storm
A spring snowstorm hits Jackson. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-21 found on Tumblr here.
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PLEASE PAY CLOSE ATTENTION TO THE CONTENT WARNINGS, THIS IS A ROUGH CHAPTER!!!
Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader
Warnings: Past sexual assault vaguely described; animal death; PTSD response; sexual assault of a minor mentioned in a vulgar way (not seen); possible child death. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 
Length: 8.6k 
AO3 | Chapter One | Previous Chapter | Next Chapter
Early May, 2013 
You were outside when the woman rode up. 
Your home was well hidden and you’d only seen five people since Mark had left almost a year earlier, each of them making their way into your land and telling you that he’d sent them your way. They were all kind, they were all vulnerable and they were all loaded down with things you would need. Flashlight batteries and bulbs, sugar and salt, rubbing alcohol and petroleum jelly. Thread, fabric, pain killers, antibiotics, guitar strings. One woman had been sent with a snack sized bag of Lays that were still sealed and a bottle of whiskey. That had made you smile, the clearest sign that Mark hadn’t forgotten about you. 
All of the others had arrived on foot, seemingly with a good idea of where to go, mostly alone but two women has traveled together. The timing wasn’t predictable but you at least knew what you could expect when someone Mark sent your way came into your territory.
This woman was different. 
You heard her before you saw her, the thundering footfalls and heavy breathing of her horse loud against the quiet of the forest. You didn’t have time to fortify your position, didn’t even have time to go get more ammo. So you stood your ground and raised your rifle, heart pounding, when she burst through the tree line and into the clearing that you called home. 
“Back the fuck up!” You yelled, gun raised. The horse all but skidded to a stop, the woman on its back clutching a bundle of blankets to her chest with one hand, yanking back on the reins with the other.  
“Easy!” She said dropping the reins and putting her hand up. She still clung to the bundle. You recognized the horse. It was Perseus, it was Mark’s horse. “Are you Texas?” 
“Who’s askin’?” Your accent was thick, fear a knot in your stomach as you looked Perseus over. You didn’t see any signs of injury.
She kept her hand up. 
“You knew Mark?” She asked. She had an accent, too. Georgia southern, like Mark. “Brown hair, criminally long eyelashes?” 
You narrowed your eyes at her and tightened your grip on your weapon. 
“He knew you,” she kept going. “He… he told me all about you. Doubt he ever mentioned me but… he talked about you all the time. He loved you and I think you loved him, too.” 
You swallowed past the growing lump in your throat and tightness in your chest. She kept using past tense. 
“What about him?” You asked, keeping your gun raised but your grip loosened. 
“He sent me to find you. We need your help,” she said, reaching and tugging her pant leg up just enough to reveal a festering bite mark on her ankle. “And I don’t have much time.” 
***
Early April, 2027
“I can’t believe you’ve been calling her a fucking baby deer this whole goddamn time!” 
Ellie was perched on Shimmer’s stall door, watching as you and Joel set out blankets for the horses. It has been snowing all day and winds were picking up. You were worried a blizzard was moving in and you wanted help getting the horses set to ride out the storm if you couldn’t get to them for a day or two. 
Joel was happy to assist, especially since he had come back from patrol a week earlier with a copy of Bambi on VHS. Ellie hadn’t been able to calm down about it since and it reminded him of the giddiness she had when she started in on the puns the first time, almost four years ago now. He’d have done anything to get that back and, it turned out, all it took was an old Disney movie and a funny nickname.  
“Thank you,” you laughed, almost smug. “Don’t talk for a few minutes and get saddled with the name of a cartoon deer for life…” 
“Hey, needed somethin’ to call you and you try coming up with anything else after lookin’ at you with those big eyes,” Joel said, defensive but smiling. “Not my fault it stuck.” 
“Yeah well Bambi here was gonna kick your ass the first time we met,” she replied. “Big bad contractor was gonna get beat up by a fucking cartoon deer from a kid’s movie…”
Joel tried to keep from laughing and raised his eyebrows at you. 
“OK that’s an exaggeration,” you said. “All I was going to do…” 
“I asked if you were going to try to kick his ass,” Ellie cut you off. “And you said ‘no try about it, I was gonna kick his ass.’” 
“And what did I do to deserve that?” Joel asked, teasing. 
“Well, Ellie tried to warn me about you…” You began, but Ellie cut you off. 
“Should have listened….” 
You glared at her. 
“But she wasn’t very clear,” you said. “And if some grown man was messing around with a girl, I was going to kick his ass. Turns out I didn’t have a reason to.” 
Joel laughed. 
“Glad you spared me.” 
You laughed before planting your hands on your hips, looking around the stable for a moment, taking stock. 
“Think things are just about as good as they’re gonna get,” you sighed. “But I think they should be good for a day until we can dig out and get back over here. Just wait for them to finish dinner, put more feed in after…” 
“Think there’s any chance of the patrols making it back tonight?” Ellie asked, her eyebrows drawn together. 
“Probably not,” Joel said. “They got places to ride out shit like storms if they get stuck, they’ll be alright.” 
“Still,” you said. “Had a group that was due back tonight, Jackson was probably the closest point to ride it out. Think I’ll hang out for a bit yet…” 
“I’ll go get us something to eat,” Joel said. “We’ll wait with you, head home after, settle in to ride out the storm.” 
“Can we stay at Bambi’s?” Ellie asked. “She’s got a way better stereo.” 
You smiled. 
“Sure, kid,” you said. “On you to get Joel to dance party, though.” 
“Dance party?” He frowned. 
“You wouldn’t get it, Old Man,” she replied, the hint of a smirk on her face. 
“Don’t get a lot of things about you, Baby Girl,” he said before stretching his back a bit. “Alright, back in a few. Try not to find too much trouble while I’m gone.” 
You and Ellie both rolled your eyes and he couldn’t help but smile as he made his way through the few inches of snow that had already fallen, heading for the mess hall. 
One of Joel’s favorite parts of being back on good terms with Ellie was getting to see your relationship with her. Even before she was mad at him, he wanted her to have someone like you in her life. Another woman she could talk to, look up to, guide her in ways he didn’t fully understand. She needed that and he hadn’t been able to see it happening from the distance she was holding him at before. 
He knew the two of you were close, he just hadn’t realized how close until the last few months. The two of you felt more like family than Sarah’s mother ever had and he treasured it, treasured that you seemed to love his daughter almost as much as he did. 
The mess hall was getting ready for a storm, too, putting together baskets of food to send home with Jackson residents so people wouldn’t be struggling through the storm for their meals over the next few days. He gathered enough to last the three of you for a bit plus some sandwiches for tonight before he started back toward the stables, the wind more forceful and biting than when he’d left just half an hour earlier. 
As he got closer, he noticed tracks in the snow, hoof prints leading to the stables. A patrol had made it back and, for half a moment, he was a little disappointed. If the storm wasn’t as bad as they were expecting and the patrol was able to make it back to Jackson without losing much time, he might not get to spend the day with you and Ellie tomorrow. Ever since the storm started moving in that afternoon he’d been excited for the chance to have some unexpected time just the three of you - almost like playing hooky but with permission. 
But he knew he should just be happy the patrol made it home through the weather, hopefully with all the people intact. Which, he was. But damn if he didn’t love an excuse to spend time with you. 
He opened the door to the stable and quickly moved shut it behind him, expecting to find you taking saddles off horses. Instead, you damn near slammed into him, your eyes wide, not saying a word as you shoved the door open and took off into the snow. 
“Bambi?” He called after you. You didn’t even slow down. He jogged over to Ellie’s perch and set the food down, a tightness starting to grip his chest. 
“No idea,” Ellie said, not waiting for him to ask. “Patrol came back, said something about some people they found outside… She just said ‘savvy’ and took the fuck off.” 
Joel looked around for a second. Julie was standing next to her horse, a confused look on her face. 
“You found people outside?” Joel asked. 
“Yeah,” she said, still staring at where you’d run out. “Yeah, a group of five. We brought them back…” 
“Where are they?” He asked, fighting to keep his voice calm. 
“The clinic…” 
“Ellie,” he said quickly. “Stay put here, alright? I’m gone more than half an hour, head on home. Mine or hers, don’t want you in that little place for this storm, OK Baby Girl?” 
“Yeah,” she nodded, not giving him shit. She looked concerned, too. “Yeah, OK.” 
He gave her a stiff nod and went out into the building storm, following your footprints to the clinic. 
Joel heard you there before he saw you, your voice pleading and desperate as he shut the wind and snow outside. 
“Anything,” you were begging. “Anything at all, a name, an age, hair color, anything, please…” 
“I’m sorry,” a man whose voice Joel didn’t recognize said. “She did say much before she died, just that there was a girl…” 
Joel found you then, in the same room he’d been in when he’d come in from patrol with a bullet in his leg. 
“Where?” You asked. “Where’d you find her? Did she say where she escaped from, how far she’d come?” 
“We picked them up about 15 miles north east of here,” Fred, one of the men on patrol, said. “Just south of Kelly.” 
“Think she came from a camp ground near there,” the other man said. He was skinny, a patch of frostbite on his nose. “Said something about cabins…” 
“Right,” you nodded. “Right, thank you.” 
You turned and ran smack into Joel’s chest. You barely seemed to register it, hardly even glancing at him before ducking around him and running out the door again. 
“She was asking about a girl,” Fred said quickly. “These folks here, had a woman with them before we found them. Said she escaped raiders, that the raiders had a teenaged girl…” 
“Fuck,” Joel muttered under his breath before looking at the other man. “Thanks, Fred.” 
He didn’t wait for a response, just ducking back into the snow, the wind starting to howl now, running to catch up with you. 
You were on your porch by the time he reached you. You didn’t even seem to be aware that he was following you, you were too focused on something else entirely. You didn’t even bother to take your boots off when you got in the house, just ripping the coat closet inside your door open and pulling out your patrol materials as Joel let himself in. 
“Bambi,” he said gently. You looked up at him for a moment, like you were surprised to find him there before you focused back on your pack, shoving in blankets and flashlights. “Come on, honey…” 
“They’ve got her, Joel,” you said, barely glancing at him before you grabbed your bag and half walked, half ran to your kitchen. “Can’t just leave her out there with them, I…” 
“There’s a snowstorm, Sweetheart,” he said gently, trying to keep his voice calm. “It’s not safe…” 
“Doesn’t matter,” you started stuffing food in your bag, no rhyme or reason to it that Joel could see. 
“Yes, it does,” he said, trying to take the pack from you. You yanked it back, a vicious look in your eyes before you ducked around him. “Baby.” 
“I’m not leaving her to those… those…” your voice cracked. “Those fucking monsters, I’m not, I can’t just leave her, I can’t just abandon her, I…” 
“You getting yourself killed won’t help anybody.” It was getting harder and harder to keep the panic from his voice. He’d never seen you quite like this. Close to it when out on patrol and there were signs that raiders were near, signs of their violence, but he’d always been able to pull you back from the edge. He wasn’t sure he could this time. “Bambi, you can’t…” 
“Yes, I can.” 
You moved around him and he followed. 
“I know you want to help people,” he said. “But you can’t help anyone if you get yourself killed. I know you want to save everyone from going through what you went through…” 
“That’s not what this is,” you said, turning in circles like you were looking for something but you couldn’t place it. 
“Then what is it?” He caught you by the shoulders and looked at you, your eyes wide and panicky. “Tell me, help me understand. When the weather clears, I can go with you and…” 
“It’ll be too late then,” you shook your head, tears starting to swell. “As soon as the snow stops they’re going to leave and it’ll be too late, I’ll never catch them and they’ll still have her and I can’t lose her again, Joel, I can’t, I can’t take it, I can’t do this again, please, don’t ask me to do this again I…” 
“Do what?” He asked, pleading, his grip on you firm. “Let me help you, Baby, please, tell me what’s going on. Who…” 
“My daughter!” You said quickly. Joel froze, his heart pounding against his ribs. “I have a daughter, I have a daughter and if it’s her I… I can’t lose her again, I can’t. I have to go get her…” 
“You…” he breathed. 
“My daughter,” you said, eyes wide. “Please, Joel. I think they have my daughter.” 
*** 
Early May, 2013
You lowered your rifle enough that it was no longer an immediate threat and she relaxed a little, letting the pant leg fall over her ankle again. There was a small cry from the bundle in her arms and you frowned, looking between her and it. She carefully lowered it from her chest, looking down to it. 
“Hey, you’re OK sweet girl,” she said gently. “It’s alright…” 
The bundle fussed but didn’t cry again and she looked back to you. 
“Can I get down?” She asked. “Got a lot to talk about and not a lot of time to do it. Figure I’ve got an hour left. Two, tops.” 
“Yeah,” you nodded quickly. “Yeah, OK. Let’s talk.” 
You didn’t invite her in, not wanting to deal with the potential hazard of her turning into one of those inhuman things in your house. She didn’t seem to mind. 
Her name, she said, was Laurel. She was about your age, you guessed, with her dark hair in two thick braids, deep brown eyes and rich umber skin. 
“This is Savannah,” she said, tilting the bundle so you could see inside. “She’s nine months old…” 
You looked at her, awed for a moment. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen a baby and you resisted the urge to reach out and run your finger over her chubby, impossibly soft looking cheek. She blinked at you, her brown eyes oddly keen and exacting for a baby, her lashes almost obscenely long. You frowned, leaning in to look closer at her. You knew those impossibly soft, brown eyes set in her lovely russet-hued face. 
“She’s Mark’s,” you said softly, looking up at Laurel. “She’s Mark’s, isn’t she?” 
“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, she is.” 
“I…” your voice broke. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know he had someone, I wouldn’t have…” 
“It wasn’t like that,” she cut you off. “My husband died about three years ago. He got hurt, it got infected… Not even the fucking apocalypse kind, just the kind that you can clear up with penicillin if you can find the damn stuff. Mark… we were both lonely, looking for something to make it better for a while. It just kind of happened. She just kind of happened.” 
The baby cooed, stretching and reaching for you. 
“Where is he?” You asked, looking back at Laurel. “What happened to him?” 
“Our settlement got overrun,” she said, her voice suddenly thick. “They came out of nowhere and just… He tried. He tried so, so hard, you should know that he tried. But he got bit, on the neck, trying to protect us and… He told me where to find you. That’s what he did with the last few minutes of his life, he told me where to find you, he told me that you’d take care of us, make sure we survived. He told me to tell you that he loved you and that he wanted to come back to you…” 
You found yourself nodding, tears on your cheeks as you looked into the eyes of the man you loved in his child’s face. 
“He died before I got bit,” she said. “He died thinking we had a shot. I kept her safe, though. She was safe…” 
“You did good,” you said, throat tight. “You really did…” 
“I need your help,” she said before taking a deep breath. 
“Course,” you nodded, tearing your eyes away from Mark’s daughter to look at her. “What…” 
“I need you to take Savannah.” 
You just blinked at her for a moment. “I…” you broke off, shaking your head. “What? I… no, no, I’m not who you want, I don’t…” 
“I don’t have a lot of options,” she said. “I don’t have time to find another person let alone someone I know I can trust. And I know I can trust you with her. Mark loved you and you loved him, you won’t let anything happen to his child.” 
“But I…” you looked back at the baby in her arms. “I don’t know anything about kids, I wouldn’t even know where to start, I don’t…” 
“Please,” she said, her voice breaking. “He wanted you to take care of her. I think… I think part of him knew it would just be her. That’s why he sent me here, to you. He wanted it to be you. He trusted you and he loved you, he wanted her to be with you. Please, I’ll beg if I have to, just please take care of her. Please.” 
You looked at the baby in her arms, at Mark’s eyes with the impossibly long lashes. 
“OK.” 
Laurel held her daughter while she told you everything. You paused her to take some notes when you thought of it, things like a recipe for formula when she refused solids and what to do when she started crying but wouldn’t stop. She told you how much her daughter loved to gnaw on bits of apple and loved to bounce in time to her father’s humming and her birthday - July 20. 
She started twitching more in what felt like no time at all, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. She pressed her lips to her daughter’s forehead. 
“You’ll be OK sweet girl,” she whispered to her. “You’ll be OK. Mama loves you, OK? Try to remember that for me, OK?” She looked up at you. “Will… will you tell her about me? About Mark?” 
You nodded, the pinch of tears tight in your throat. 
“Of course,” you said. “I’ll make sure she knows everything you did for her. She’ll know about you.” 
She nodded, passing you her child. Your child. 
“I’d like to do it myself,” she said, nodding to the gun at your hip. “If that’s OK.” 
“Yeah,” you nodded, adjusting Savannah in your arms and handing Laurel the gun. She took it and walked backwards away from you, her eyes on her daughter. Your daughter. 
“I’ll close my eyes just before,” she said once she was about 20 feet away, still looking at her baby. “Can you cover hers for me? I want to look at her as long as I can but I don’t want her to see…” 
“Yeah,” you nodded again. “I can do that.” 
“Thank you,” she smiled tightly, actually looking at you this time. “I… I know this isn’t what you planned but… It’s easier, knowing she has someone.” 
“I’ll take care of her,” you said. “I’ll love her. I’ll take care of her.” 
Laurel just nodded and looked back at her child, watching her for a moment, the gun in her shaky hand. 
“Mama loves you,” she said softly, raising the gun to her temple and closing her eyes. You quickly pressed Savannah’s face into your chest and held her close. 
Everything was eerily silent for a moment, the longest second of your life, before there was the crack of the gun and the sharp cry of the baby who was all you had left in the world. 
August 2018 
“You have learn this, Savvy.”
“I don’t want to shoot them, Mama,” your daughter looked over at you from her spot on the downed tree, looking at the infected more than 100 feet away through a scope. 
“These are the easiest things you’ll ever have to shoot,” you said gently. “It’s nice to shoot them, you’re making it so they’re not hurting anymore…” 
“But they’re people.” 
Her eyes - her father’s eyes - were so wide. The springs of her curls were bundled back away from her face, a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. 
“I know they look like people,” you ran your hand over the crown of her small head. “But they’re not, not anymore. They’re things that are hurting and the only way to help them is to shoot them. And shooting them keeps you and me safe. Now, you can do this. Do it just like you do at home with the targets.” 
She looked at you, her big eyes watery, before obeying and turning back toward the gun. You watched as she lined up her shot and took a deep breath, exhaling before firing. 
Her shot went a little wide, catching the infected on the arm. It whipped its head around and shrieked before running for you. 
“Mama!” 
“It’s alright,” you said, looking down your own rifle for a moment before firing and hitting it in the head. It dropped like a stone. “See? All OK. This is why we learn.”
“I’m sorry,” her voice was thick and trembling and you looked over at her, tears streaming down her face. “I tried hard, I promise…” she hiccuped and gulped in air and you set your rifle down and sat up before pulling her against you. 
“You did so good,” you kissed the top of her head. “Don’t be sorry, Honey, you did so good, I’m so proud of you.”
“But I didn’t kill them,” she pulled her face from your chest, her lower lip quivering. “I did it wrong and…” 
“You’ll get better,” you said gently. “No one is perfect when they’re learning. This is just to make sure that you’re safe. I’ll always protect you but it’s good for you to know how to protect yourself, too. This is just in case, OK?” 
She nodded against you and you held her until she stopped crying. When she calmed, you ran your thumbs over her cheeks and kissed her small forehead, wishing you didn’t have to teach her these things. If you could just shelter her away from the world - from infected, from the people who has found power because of the infected - then it would all be OK. She wouldn’t need to know how to kill. It could be just you and her, growing things and raising horses and reading by the fire, until the end of time. 
But the world, you knew, was not so kind. 
“Want to go pick out some books?” You asked gently. She nodded and the two of you got up and you took her hand, leading her to the library. 
In the more than five years you’d had Savvy, she had become your entire world. Everything you did, you did for her. To keep her safe, to make her happy, to teach her. You’d known nothing about children when Laurel brought her to you. The first night, you’d held her close while you both cried and you prayed to a god you’d never been sure existed that you would do right by her.
Loving her came easy. Living for her was harder. 
But you fell into it eventually, guiding her through the world as it was now as best you could. If you found a family near your territory, you’d watch them from afar and, once you knew it was safe, bring Savvy to introduce her, give her a chance to know someone besides yourself. You taught her how to read, how to count, how to skin a rabbit. You had no idea if it was the right thing but you hoped it would be enough that, when she was older, she would survive if something happened to you. That’s all that mattered, that she would be OK. 
“Mama?” She asked, setting her picture book on her legs as you browsed the shelves for more books on home schooling and small scale farming.
“Yes baby?” 
“What else would I need to shoot?” 
You frowned and looked down at her, your hand on the spine of a book. 
“What?” 
“Well, you said that the not people are the easiest things I would have to shoot,” she said, face serious. “So… what else would I have to shoot?” 
“I don’t think you’ll like shooting animals much,” you said and she crinkled her nose. “But you’ll probably have to at some point.” 
“But I like animals,” she pouted. 
You smiled. 
“I know you do.” 
“What else?” She asked, still peering up at you. 
You sighed. 
“Sometimes…” you turned your attention back to the books. “Sometimes you’ll have to shoot a person.” 
Her wide eyes somehow grew wider, a look of horror on her face. 
“But…” her little voice broke. “But I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
“I know,” you said quietly. “But sometimes we have to.” 
“Why?” 
“Because,” you looked down to her. “There are things in this world that want to hurt you and you need to know how to hurt them first.” 
“But you’re here,” she said. She was so young, so small. You knelt, getting down on her level. 
“You still need to know how,” you said. “I will do everything I can to protect you but I might fail. You need to know how to destroy them before they destroy you because they will. They will destroy every part of you they can touch if they have the chance. Don’t give them the chance.” 
She considered that for a moment, her face very serious. 
“Does it hurt?” She asked, looking up at you. 
You reached down at cupped her cheek.
“Yes,” you said quietly. “Yes, it does.” 
Her eyes were wide and soft and deep and you wanted, more than anything, to keep her safe. 
“But I’ll take care of you,” you said, stroking her soft skin with your thumb. “For as long as I’m alive, I’ll take care of you.” 
September 15, 2023 
“Mom?” 
You looked up from where you were working at skinning a rabbit. There was a glow in your front window, a hold over from when Savvy was even younger and you had to leave to go check on the horses before bed. She got scared one night when she woke up and found that you weren’t in the dark cabin. Ever since, you always left the electric lantern on when you left in the evenings, even though she said she didn’t need it anymore. It was just enough to work by as the sun got lower outside. 
“Yeah?”
“What…” she paused, an odd look on her face. “What’s in Gattling’s mouth?” 
The dog was hovering behind Savvy’s legs and you leaned around from your position on a tree stump, trying to get a look at her. You frowned, not able to make it out in the low light, and set the rabbit and your knife down, wiping your hands on a rag tucked into your belt.  
Gattling’s tail wagged as you approached, her head low and you squatted down to be on her level, angling her head toward the house so her muzzle wasn’t in shadow. Her snout was red with blood, something dangling from her jaws. You held your palm out flat. 
“Gattling, release.” 
She obediently dropped it in your hand with a sickening splat. It took you a moment to realize that it was a pinky finger. 
“Mom?” Savvy’s voice was shaky. You dropped the finger where you stood and heard the crack of a gunshot in the distance. 
“We have to move.” 
You grabbed her arm and pulled her in the house, Gattling trotting close behind. 
“What’s happening?” She asked, looking back over her shoulder. “Mom, what’s…” 
“Get packed,” you said, grabbing a pack and thrusting at her before running to the dresser in the corner. You shrugged out of the shirt you were wearing and traded it for the one you’d worn when you fled the ranch 20 years earlier, not willing to leave Justin’s shirt behind. “Some clothes, first aid, batteries, flashlights, all three kinds of ammo, sleeping bag.” 
You went to the kitchen and started grabbing things you’d already preserved. Jerky, dried fruit, some seeds. Most of the canteens in the house were full and you grabbed a few. You grabbed the pistol, the shot gun and the rifles. You set it all out on the table and looked over to your daughter who was obediently filling her pack. 
“Leave room for this,” you said, taking your rifle from the pile. “Meet me by the horses as quick as you can. Turn out the lantern on your way.” 
She just nodded. You sprinted for the cabin you’d turned into a stable. Nike was huffed at your arrival and you grabbed her tack and saddled her up as quickly as you could, making sure there was room to add basic supplies. Savvy ran into the pen just as you led Nike and Perseus into the middle of it. 
“Long guns,” you held your hand out as you tightened down straps of the saddle. She handed you the shotgun first and you tucked it into a strap on the saddle. The rifle came next. You stepped back and looked at it for a moment. 
“OK,” you said turning back to your daughter, looking her over. She’d gotten so tall, she was only a few inches shorter than you now, you didn’t even need to stoop to press a kiss to her forehead. “Want you to head north, understand?” 
“What are you talking about?” She asked as you took her arm and guided her alongside the horse. “Mom, you’re coming with me, I’ll just follow you, I’ll just…” 
“I’ll get to you when I can,” you said. She shook her head, her eyes wide. 
“No,” she grabbed your arms. “No, you can’t, you can’t just leave me, you can’t…” 
“I’m not leaving you,” you held her face in your hands, looked into her eyes. She had her father’s eyes. “I’m not, OK? I will find you. I will always find you, sweet girl, I will always protect you. That’s what I’m going to do, OK? I’m going to buy you time. Cut north, stick to the woods, off the trails. You know things here. Go out of the way, work your way around the long way to the library. Meet me there in three days, it should be safe…” 
“Three days?” She gaped at you. “No, I can’t…” 
“Yes you can,” you said, firm enough that you believed it, too. “Yes you can. I’ve taught you everything I know, you can make it. It’s just three days, you’ll be OK. You’re so strong and you’re so smart, you’re going to be OK. I will always find you. I will always protect you, I will always keep you safe. I promise.” 
You pulled her tight to you and kissed her temple. 
“I love you,” you breathed, pulling back to look at her face. “More than anything, I love you. I’ll see you soon, OK? Ride through the night, switch horses at dawn and keep riding until tomorrow night. You can do this.” 
“I can do this,” she repeated. “I can do this.” 
You looked to the dog at your feet, her tail wagging and her muzzle bloody. 
“Gattling,” you said. Her ears perked up. “Savvy.” 
She immediately went to your daughter’s side, ready to protect her. 
You boosted Savvy onto the horse, taking a final look at her. 
“Just three days, right Mom?” 
You swallowed, hard, before nodding. 
“Just three days. Be safe. Be smart. I’ll see you soon.” 
You didn’t have the luxury of watching her ride away. The second her, Nike and Perseus were clear of the paddock, you ran to saddle up Hercules. 
You needed to buy her time. 
October 13, 2023
You were still paying for your escape. 
It was hard to keep track of time. You were with Mitchum and his crew about two weeks the first time. That’s what it felt like, anyway. You were pretty sure it had been about half as long since they got you back. It was hard to tell. You were so panicked, in so much pain that time stretched and expanded and every hour that passed was an hour that you were separated from your daughter and you needed to get to her, you had to. She was just 11 years old and the world was not kind to girls. You’d taught her everything you knew but you had to get back to her, you didn’t want her to have to hurt and kill. 
When you’d escaped, you’d done nothing but search for her. You went to the library, tried to track where you thought she’d have come from but it had been weeks. There was no trail left to follow. You were about to return to your cabin to check there when Mitchum’s men found you again. You still had no idea where Savvy was.
You’d promised to take care of her. You’d promised her, you’d promised the woman who had given her to you a decade earlier. You’d promised. 
You had to get back to her. 
They’d chained you to a wall this time but you thought you might be able to pull the bolt out of the wood if you worked at it diligently enough. You pried at it until your nails were bloody and you kept going. You were covered in blood already, anyway. It was sticky on your skin where it had flowed from the cut on your head where your face had been slammed into the floor as one of Mitchum’s men had taken you from behind while you were on your knees. It had been a steady drip from inside of you since the first time Mitchum forced himself on you when you were brought back, whatever injury there was not given time to heal. The raiders seemed to like it when you bled on them. It even coated part of your arm where one man had cut you when trying to control you, not happy with your lack of compliance as he hurt you. A little more as you tried to pry yourself free wasn’t going to draw attention. 
The door slammed into the wall without warning and you jumped, shocking back from the wall. The man standing there smirked, stalking over to you. 
“Getting ideas are we?” He sneered. He didn’t wait for a response. “Thought you’d have learned your fuckin’ lesson last time…” 
He pulled a key from his pocket and unlocked the cuff that held you before pulling you roughly to your feet. He didn’t give you any clothes, he just pulled you, naked, out to the circle of men around a campfire. Your heart sped up, tried to count them. You weren’t sure you could survive being at the mercy of the more than two dozen who were here, not at one time. He threw you into the dirt and you caught yourself on your hands and knees. 
“Here’s my favorite little bitch,” Mitchum stalked forward. You sat back on your heels and crossed your arms over your chest, trying to protect what you could. “How have you liked being back home? We keepin’ you entertained?” 
A few of the men laughed. You swallowed and peered around, hoping for something you could take advantage of, just one open space, one unguarded moment and you could escape. For good this time. You could do that, you could escape and figure out where you were and then find Savvy. 
“Figured out what you were hidin’ back in that homestead of yours,” Mitchum said, a smirk on his voice. You looked at him, eyes wide. Your stomach dropped and he laughed. “Didn’t think you’d like that. Can see why you were workin’ so hard now, she sure was a pretty little thing.” 
“Fuck you,” you spat. 
He laughed. 
“That can be arranged,” he said. “Fucked that girl of yours, too. Broke her in real good…” 
You were on your feet before you fully realized what you were doing, running for him. You grabbed at his face, snarling and grasping as you sank your bloody nails into his skin. You dug deep and he punched you in the stomach as one of his men pulled you back, forcing you to the ground. 
“I’ll kill you!” You shrieked. “I’ll fucking kill you!” 
He stalked forward and punched you across the face before grabbing a fistful of your hair, forcing you to look at him. You felt blood on your teeth and you wished it was his. You wanted to rip his throat out like an animal, wanted to claw and bite at him until he succumbed. 
“I wanted to keep the both of you,” he said, holding your hair tight in his fist, fingers against your scalp. “Figured you’d be a lot more fun with her life on the line. Too bad she couldn’t take it.” 
The world tilted on its axis. You hadn’t eaten in days but you still felt like you were going to be sick, like everything inside of you, the blood and the viscera that made you a living being, was going to come up. 
“Oh yeah,” he smirked. “Should’ve probably been more careful with her but it was just so much fun to hear her beg for her mama…” 
“You’re a liar,” you hissed through clenched teeth. “A fucking liar!” 
He kept his eyes on you and he whistled before forcing you to look at the fire. Two men stepped forward, each carrying burlap sacks. One was much larger than the other. 
“Show ‘er.” 
The first man, the one with the large bag, turned it over. A horse head fell out of the sack, landing on the dirt with a wet thud. It took you a second to recognize her, separate from her body, but it was Nike. You screamed, the sound clawing its way up from your chest and you instinctively reached for her only to have Mitchum rip you back by your hair. 
“Wanna see what’s in the other bag?” He pressed his mouth against your ear as you sobbed. “Decided to keep her head, thought I should pass it around, see if it’s as good cold…” 
You strained in his hold, trying to shake your head. You couldn’t get yourself to form words. There was the distinct feeling that someone was cracking you open, prying apart your chest and pulling your organs out one by one. They didn’t belong to you anymore. You weren’t sure they ever really had, they were hers and she was gone.
You couldn’t see her like that, see just her head, like she had only ever been parts and pieces to begin with.  
“Please,” you managed through the gasping, racking sobs. “Please, please, no, I’ll do whatever you want, whatever…” 
Mitchum smiled. 
“Good.” 
The pain of the brand barely registered in your mind, even as your body jerked with it. Everything seemed dulled and numbed. Time slowed and stretched and, for a while, the only thing that your body seemed to have space for was the agonizing pain of losing something you were never built to lose. 
It was a year before there was room for anything else. 
Early April, 2027 
“Bambi…” 
“Move, Joel.” 
You shoved past him. You’d need a sleeping bag, two sleeping bags, actually. An extra pair of boots, she probably didn’t have those. She’d have out grown the last ones she had, she would be 14 now, she’d be even taller, have bigger feet, longer legs. They didn’t give you clothes when you were with them, you doubted it was different for her. 
First aid, that you’d need. 
“You can’t do this, Baby,” he was following close behind you. 
“Yes, I can.” 
“You’re gonna get yourself fucking killed,” there was a strain in his voice. “Who knows what you’ll be walking into out there, how many there’ll be, how armed they’ll fuckin’ be, what they’ll do to you if they get your hands on you…” 
“I have to try.” 
You didn’t have a gun here. You’d have to get one, you were pretty sure Maria would give you one if you told her why you needed it. 
“Just…” Joel sounded desperate. “Just wait, until after the storm, just wait, I’ll go with you, we’ll look, we’ll…” 
“It’ll be too late,” you shook your head. “Someone got out, as soon as the weather clears they’re gonna move and we’ll lose them, it has to be now.” 
“Have you seen how shit’s pickin’ up out there?” He came around in front of you, taking you by the shoulders. “Baby, the wind is gonna knock you off your damn horse, you can’t help her if you’re dead, please, I’m begging you, please…” 
“What would you do?” You asked. “If it was Sarah, if it was Ellie. Would you sit here and wait? Or would you go get her?” 
He froze, looking at you. 
Your knife. You’d need your knife. You went to get it but Joel stopped you, his hand on your elbow. 
“Bambi,” he said quietly. “You can’t know that it’s her.” 
“It could be,” you said. “Joel…” 
“It’s been years,” he whispered. “Baby, it’s been years, there’s… I’m so sorry but she’s… They wouldn’t have let her live this long, she couldn’t have survived this long, she’s gone, I’m so sorry…” 
You shook your head. You had that feeling again, like the one you had that day around the fire when Mitchum had told you he’d killed her, the feeling that your whole self was being ripped apart. 
But you’d never seen that she was gone. You never held her body, never saw the life leave her eyes. You didn’t know that she was gone. She could be alive. She could. 
“You don’t know that,” you said, your voice thick. “You don’t…” 
“You barley survived,” he said softly. “You, the strongest fucking person I know and you damn near died. A teenager couldn’t have survived that, Baby, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry and…” 
“No,” you snapped, swallowing back your tears. “You don’t know, you don’t know them like I do…” 
“I do,” he cut you off. “Sweetheart, I am begging you, stay here. Please. Don’t get yourself killed, if it’s her we will find her as soon as it’s safe…” 
“You don’t know!” You pushed him back. He was costing you time, time you didn’t have. Savvy was out there, she was out there alone and afraid and you were going to find her. “Let me go, Joel. I know them, you don’t understand them, you can’t understand them…” 
“I understand them because I used to be one of them!” 
You froze. He was watching you, his eyes wide and desperate as he panted for breath. Your heart was pounding, there was a high pitched whine in your ears, something like a siren or when you first came to Jackson and could hear the electricity in the walls. 
“What?” You whispered, suddenly keenly aware of how close he was to you, of his hand on you. You could feel the outline of his fingers, each individual callus distinct against your skin. 
“I used to be one,” he said softly. “A… a raider, I used to be one. It was a long time ago but I know how they think, I know how they operate and… I’m sorry but if they’ve had her for three and a half years? She’s gone, Sweetheart. There’s nothing left for you to save…” 
You thought Joel was still talking but you couldn’t hear him. It was like you’d just jumped into deep water, the cold of it shocking and painful and the rush of it drowning out everything you knew. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t breathe, could barely see. 
Joel. Your Joel, the person you trusted more than any other, was a raider. He was like them, like the men who had torn you away from your daughter, who had raped you, who had tortured you, who now might be doing the same to your child right now and Joel knew them because he was like them because he had done those things, too. 
“Don’t touch me.” 
You were suddenly in your body again, out of that deep dark water and back in your house. Joel’s hands were on you and it was like they were on fire, you could feel it through your skin into your muscle, your bone, down into the marrow of you it hurt where his hands were on you. 
“Baby,” he said gently and you forced yourself to look at his face. You couldn’t breathe. You’d kissed him, told him things you’d never told anyone, all but begged him to touch you and he was just like them. 
“Don’t touch me!” You screamed it and he ripped his hands away like you’d burned him. You could breathe again and gulped in air, reaching for the back of your couch. You needed something to keep you standing, you felt like you were going to collapse or throw up. Joel’s hands were up, like he was waiting to catch you if you fell. “Don’t touch me, don’t you fucking touch me!” 
“You’re OK,” he said, keeping his hands off of you but stepping closer. “I’ve got you, you’re OK…” 
“Get away from me!” You backed away from him, looking for the best way out of here. You had to get away from him, he wasn’t safe, he was just like them and you had to get away from him, you couldn’t be anywhere near him. “Get away!” 
You said it again and again and again and you kept backing away from him until you were pressed against the wall. Joel stayed where he was and, when you were able to look at him again, it looked like he was in pain. 
“I’m away,” he said softly, his hands up. “Not gonna touch you, Sweetheart…” 
“Don’t call me that,” you were sobbing and you weren’t sure when you’d started. 
“What?” He whispered. 
“Don’t fucking call me that!” You bit out, staying back against the wall. He was so big, he could overpower you, he could hurt you, it would be easy for him. “Don’t call me that, not when you’re like them, you’re just like them, I trusted you and you’re just like them…” 
“No,” he shook his head, voice thick. He closed the gap between you quickly and you shocked back from him but he didn’t seem to notice, taking you in his arms and clutching onto you. But his touch made your skin crawl, everywhere his body was against your own screaming in panic. “No, not like that, I never… I never did what they did to you, Sweetheart, please, you have to believe me, I never did that, never. I just…” 
“I trusted you!” You sobbed, your legs collapsing from beneath you. Joel clung to you, keeping you from falling to the floor, but you hated his hands on you, suddenly feeling like hands you’d hated so much. You twisted and fought to get away but he just held onto you. “I trusted you, you made me love you, I let you inside of me and you’re like them, you’re just like them…” 
“I’m sorry, Baby,” his voice was thick and wet. “I’m so sorry, I wish I could take it back, wish I could change it…” 
You managed to firmly plant your feet on the ground and you shoved against his broad, firm chest, desperate for distance from him. 
“Don’t fucking touch me!” 
He let you go and you scrambled back from him, fighting to breathe. He was looking at you, tears in his eyes. 
“Baby, please,” he whispered. “Please just… let me take care of you, I understand what…” 
“I don’t want anything to do with you,” your voice shook. 
“Bambi…” 
“Get out,” you managed. 
He said your name. Your real name. 
“Get out!” You screamed, so loud and harsh you felt it ripping out of you. “Get out of here, get away from me, get out!” 
“I’ll go!” He kept his hands up. “Just gotta promise me…” 
“I don’t gotta do shit for you,” you shook your head. 
“Promise me you won’t do anything that will get you hurt,” he said softly, He was crying, too. “Please, I’m begging you, I’ll do whatever you want just promise….” 
“I won’t, now get out!” You yelled. “Get out, get away from me!” 
“I’m going,” he said quickly. “Please… Please, be safe, please.” 
You watched as he made his way to your door but he stopped and looked back at you. 
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “For… for all of it, I’m so sorry.” 
He closed the door behind him and you collapsed to the ground and sobbed, clutching onto yourself like it was going to keep your body intact but it still felt like you were going to shatter into a million pieces and there would be no one to help put you together again. 
You weren’t sure how long you were there on the floor but, eventually, you were able to make yourself move again. 
You thought of Savvy, of your daughter, of where she might be, of how you’d promised to keep her safe. You got up off the floor, body numb, and grabbed your pack before going out into the snow. 
Next Chapter
A/N: Alright, yell at me. I'm ready for it.
There's a lot in this chapter, I know. It's long, it's rough, it's been coming for a while. We first got a hint of Savvy in chapter 4 when Bambi thought about Joel's possible relationship to Ellie and she's been hinted at regularly since. She's why Bambi knew to use ginger to help William's teething, she's why Bambi was specifically grateful to have another adult around when Marisa showed up, she's why Bambi keeps searching every time there's even a hint of raider activity.
And after everything she's been through, she can't just blindly accept Joel's past, that's way WAY too much for anyone who's survived what she has to bear.
I hope this didn't come completely out of the blue and I hope you're still up for reading more of this story. I hope it'll be worth it in the end. I think it will be.
Thank you for being here. This is a story that I feel like deserves to be told, even the dark parts of it, and I'm so thankful you're along for the ride. Love you ❤️
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inkandpaintleopard · 2 months
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Many factors contributed to my day feeling weird and strangely unsettling, so I sketched these
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I also think I’m gonna start putting my URL on most (digital) drawings. Not that it’s being stolen or anything (as far as I know), I just… want people to be able to find me. I don’t really mean because i want the credit, I mean more like… say it ends up on Pinterest or something, and a person sees it and thinks it’s cute and doesn’t yet know who I am. Maybe they want the full collection of my art. I’d want them to be able to check right away who I am, to be able to confirm that they enjoy the artist just as much as the art. And if they don’t for whatever reason, they can hopefully come to a much quicker acceptance of that, having already had all the information from day one.
Oh but on a much brighter note, @crossover-enthusiast I actually sketched John and Jack in the swap mod!
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Kinda unfinished but whatever.
The idea I came up with for them is that instead of being bullies, they’re the kids who are always like “hey you’re not allowed to do that dummy” and are very rule oriented. Something I had in mind was that one episode of The Brady Bunch (I am not that old I swear-) where Bobby becomes the safety monitor of his class and it takes him like 2 seconds to become the entire school’s hated sheriff and the kid that nobody likes because he always stops the fun and lays down the law.
I also thought this would make their dynamic with the demon kids more interesting, since instead of both parties being mean, one is affably evil while the other is comically ‘those kids’
I was gonna include Robert and John together, since I figured Robert would actually be John’s uncle in this world, but then stuff happened and I didn’t (STARTED it tho)
Jack has curly hair because I said so
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minusgangtime · 1 year
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(Deez?)
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thehusbandoden · 10 months
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Snuggles and Fried Chicken Clingy!Hawks x Gn!Reader
Hawks has been super clingy, and you'll take as much affection as possible.
Hawks' name used
Pure fluff, 313 words
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"Keigo. I need to go." I griped, squirming in my husbands iron hold. "No. You're mine. You need to stay with me, I'm sick." "Keigo! You're not sick!" "I will be if you leave me." "Keigo Takami. Let me go before I take away your cuddles when I get home."
"(Y/n)~!" Keigo whined, honey eyes pouting. "I need to go, but~ I'll bring home chicken, and give you lots and lots of cuddles." Whimpering, Keigo slowly let go before clinging onto his body pillow in despair. Sighing, I got up to rush to patrol, praying that I won't get yelled at again.
Walking back to my shared flat, I smiled as I imagined my dramatically depressed Keigo. He's had a few weeks off due to a huge battle, and has been extremely clingy. Not that I minded, I actually adored his affections, just not when I needed to work. Stepping in, I called out to Keigo, resulting in him skidding out of our room, eyes desperate, wings droopy, and arms wrapped around his body pillow of myself.
"Baby! You've been gone for forever!" He exclaimed, sprinting toward my form. "I was gone for like- six hours." I chuckle, putting down the fried chicken on our island. "Exactly!! Now let me cuddle you!" "Are you gonna put down that body pillow first?" Keigo immediately skidded to the couch, gently placing the pillow down, resting my head on a pillow.
Skidding back towards me, he wrapped his arms and wings around my waist, nuzzling his face into my neck. "Baby, I bought you chicken." I laugh, scratching at Keigo's head. "Okay~ than come feed me." I giggled as Keigo picked me up, walking toward our bedroom, sending out feathers to gather the food. Once Keigo was situated in my lap, he happily snuggled into me as I fed him his chicken, giggling all the while.
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sanjuwrites · 5 days
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several sentence sunday
thanks to @sznofthesticks, @carlos-in-glasses, and @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tag!
i am being plagued in ideas for fics and i am so busy </3
firstprince - divorce fic
Alex stops at the door of what used to be their bedroom, messing with the drawstrings of his hoodie. The bottle of red wine that Catherine gave them on their wedding day six years ago dangles from his other hand. Henry is sitting on the mattress, knees folded up to his chest, and his head is resting on them. He’s staring out the bay window where the both of them spent hours curled into each other, drinking wine and laughing together. 
This room is the one room that their divorce didn’t touch, still sacred in the same way it was the night they got married – neither of them had slept in here once since everything had begun. 
“Hey,” Alex says quietly, and Henry looks over at him, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Alex blinks back some of his own, “One last bottle? For old times' sake?”
Henry just nods slightly, and Alex walks over to the window, pulling two glasses off the little wine glass rack they installed into the cabinet under the bench, sitting against the edge of the window. He looks at the clock on his old nightstand, the time reading 12:56 am.  “T minus 8 hours, Hen. If we want to finish this bottle and go to bed, you gotta chop chop.”
Henry just chuckles wetly, coming over and dropping to sit in between Alex’s legs, leaning his chest against his back.
tarlos - childhood best friends AU
TK’s facial expression cracks open and he nods softly, “I’ll be careful.”
Carlos lets go, knowing this is the best he’s going to get from him. He steps back, opening the door to tell dispatch that he’s code four when he hears a shot go off. 
His feet are taking off before he can even process what happened.
He skids to a stop in front of the room, eyes widening in horror as he takes in the scene in front of him. Michelle’s working on resuscitating the man with the heart attack, and Aish-
Well, Aish is currently applying pressure to TK’s shoulder with all her body weight and Oh, God, Carlos has been here before. 
Carlos feels sixteen all over again, feeling the palms of his hands digging into TK’s chest as he tries to keep TK’s heart pumping before an ambulance gets there.
He tries to snap out of it, reaching up with shaky hands to his radio, and pressing the button. “Dispatch, requesting additional RA unit to scene, gunshot victim, white male in his early 20s.” He takes a breath, “it’s Paramedic Strand, so if we could hurry up.”
It’s Grace’s voice that floats back over the radio, “Copy that, 363-H-20.” There’s a beat and then, “Are you okay, Carlos?”
“I’ll be better when that RA gets here,” and with that, he hits his knees on the floor next to Aish, pulling gloves out of her kit and putting them on. “Switch with me, I’ll apply pressure, and you can do the rest. I can at least do this.”
i'm going to tag @theghostofashton, @liminalmemories21, @alrightbuckaroo, @reyesstrand, @bonheur-cafe, @fallout-mars, and @chaotictarlos
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companionjones · 1 year
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Demo-Dog Danger
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Reader
Fandom: Stranger Things
Summary: You’re dating Steve Harrington. At the end of season 2, you’re attacked by a demo-dog. Joyce and Hopper take you to the hospital.
Warnings: Hospitals
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    “Hey, baby. Just do me a favor, and keep your eyes open, okay?” Steve gazed down at you cradled in his lap as you struggled to keep consciousness.
    “It hurts, Stevie.” You flinched a little when one of his tears hit your cheek.
    The kids, minus El, and Nancy and Jonathan stood nearby. No one knew what to do to help.
    Hopper’s truck pulled out of no where, and skidded to a halt. Joyce hopped out of the passenger seat, and helped a weak El out of the back and to her friends.
    Jim was already pissed as he jumped out of the car. “I thought I specifically told you guys to stay at the house?! Take El back. She needs to rest.” He stopped cold when he saw that Steve was holding someone. “What happened?”
    Mike and Lucas and a few others opened their mouth to explain, but Steve beat them all to it as Hopper lifted and carried you to his car. Steve informed, “It w-was demo-dogs.”
    Hopper made no argument when Steve and Joyce joined him and you in the car. The group knew very well of your relationship with Steve, and frankly, Jim needed Joyce’s company. He and Joyce had become like parents to you because your actual parents were never really around.
    You fell unconscious about halfway to the hospital. You woke up when the sun started peeking through the blinds in your room. You were the only one awake. Steve, Joyce, and Hopper must’ve stayed with you through the night.
    “It’s only been a few hours.” Joyce was the second awake, alerting the others. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. The doctors said you’re going to be fine after the bear attack.” She winked.
    “You’re good?” Hopper asked, getting out of his chair.
    You smiled weakly. “I’m good.”
    “Good.” He quickly leaned down and kissed your forehead before turning for the door. “I gotta call to check if any more of the kids are gravely injured.”
    “I’ll come with you,” Joyce called as she followed him, offering you a comforting smile before they exited.
    With you and Steve alone, Steve sprung out of his chair to kiss you over and over again. He then left your lips to pepper kisses all over your face.
    “Steve, Steve!” you weakly giggled when he took a second to stop. When he finally parted from you, you softly cupped his cheek. “I’m glad they patched you up, too.”
    He took your hand on his cheek into his own hand. “Don’t worry about me. Worry about you.”
    “I wouldn’t have made it if Dustin’s demo-dog hadn’t’ve saved me.”
    “Hey, don’t say things like that,” Steve admonished, “Worry about yourself, don’t worry about what could’ve happened.”
    “That’s a lot of criteria to follow for my worrying,” you smirked.
    Steve chuckled, “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Make fun of the guy whose #1 priority is you.”
    “What about the kids?” you teased.
    Steve sighed, exasperated, “I have a lot of #1 priorities, okay?”
    You laughed, despite the fact that it hurt your wounds. You were just happy you could still get on your boyfriend’s last nerve.
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