#MAYBE THIS MEANS I'LL GET MY ACT TOGETHER IN TIME TO CHURN SOMETHING OUT FOR BARRICADE DAY

[daintyduck99]

things you said with no space between us + OT3 of your choice

Julie didn't know a ghost could get so pale.

Maybe it's just shocking because she's used to seeing Reggie with a perpetual flush, which is probably the part that shouldn't be possible. It makes it easy to forget that he's dead when he usually looks and acts so…bright, so alive. 

Now he just looks wrong, still and small. 

And his eyes are dreadfully vacant. 

Luke grasps his shoulders, guitars forgotten, and frowns as another crack of thunder makes Reggie shudder. 

"Reg, you're okay, you're here with us—" 

Julie scurries over to Alex as Luke continues to murmur to Reggie. Alex is also watching concernedly, hovering beside his drum kit. She clutches his arm. 

"What's wrong, what can we do?" 

They grimace in sympathy as the wind begins to howl and Reggie starts to shake.

Alex blows out a breath. "Astraphobia. It's—we think the sounds overwhelm him with like, bad memories of being home." 

Julie lets out a distressed whine. She meets Luke's eyes and sees the same emotions that are churning in her gut. 

"And? Isn't there anything we can do?"

"We could pull out the couch bed," Luke suggests, "if we hold him, it usually helps."

She makes up her mind in an instant.

"Take him to my room. Mess up the bed if you have to, turn on all of the lights, I don't care. Do whatever might help." 

Luke poofs them away. She turns to Alex.

"Do you think you could take me?"

He swallows. "I mean, I can try—" 

"If you can't, that's okay. I just don't want…if I ran through the rain, it'd take me longer before…" 

"I get it," he says softly, and Julie wraps him in a grateful hug. "If it works, I'll poof you there and then I'll head out. Too many people might just overwhelm him and—" 

"And you want to keep looking for Willie."

He blows out another breath. "Yeah." 

She squeezes him tighter, burying a small smile in his hoodie as he does it back. 

"Okay. Just…be careful, Alex." 

"I will," he murmurs, and they hurtle through space in the blink of an eye, but he keeps her steady. "I promise."

Then he's gone, and she stumbles over to her bed, aided by the cozy lamplight.

She crawls under the covers, where Luke already has Reggie pressed to his chest. He speaks softly in his ear, running his hands up and down Reggie’s back. 

"It's okay, baby, you're safe, we're in Julie's room. Everything is gonna be alright." 

Did he just…? 

Okay, not that important right now. 

Julie bites her lip. "How should I…"

"You can wrap around him from behind—let me just—"

With a bit of wriggling and maneuvering, they get Reggie tucked between them. 

As she'd hoped, the storm is less loud than it'd been in the studio, and her curtains are closed, preserving the coziness of her room and muffling the sounds even more. 

"He's shaking much less," Julie murmurs, idly rubbing Reggie’s arm. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, but—" 

A particularly nasty clap of thunder makes Luke suck in a breath. 

"We need to keep talking. Singing, something. He should come out of it then."

CRACK.

They're plunged into total darkness, and Julie and Luke both make soothing sounds as Reggie lets out a little distressed noise.

"We've got you," she says softly, and it's probably too soft but it's what he needs. "Baby, come back, we'll keep you safe." 

Luke hums, and her heart skips. It's wanted to escape this whole time, but she's been forcing herself to breathe evenly and keep it calm for Reggie’s sake.

Luke doesn't push it either, though. 

He goes from humming to singing, and his voice thrums with the same gentle warmth it'd held when they sang this in the kitchen.

Your eyes, through the night, you and I 

Julie jumps in on the next line, singing through a smile, and she knows he is, too.

We will fight to shine together 

They make it through a verse and another chorus before Reggie jerks. Breathlessly, he asks them something about angels. 

"No," Luke says, then pauses. "Well—maybe one. Julie's here, after all." 

Julie just huffs, pressing her face between Reggie’s shoulder blades. "Are you okay?" 

Reggie's voice comes out clearer, but it's very small. She's sure they'd be squeezing him too hard if he actually needed to breathe, but he doesn't seem to mind.

"Um. Would you—keep singing to me?"

"Of course," she and Luke chorus.

She wonders if he had to bite off baby, too.

Judging by the way he clears his throat...she wants to say that the answer is yes. 

[jinmukangwrites]

Weep little lion man (2/14)

First-previous-next

Fandom: Jedi: Fallen Order/Survivor Rating: T Warnings: kidnapping, minor discrimination of injury Ao3 Notes: update schedule for every Thursday somehow going strong. Hopefully I keep on track for next week.

Summary: After defeating Dagan Gera for a third and final time, the Compass ends up in Bode's hands without a scratch. He could go back to Jedha with Cal... but he's holding what he wants. He doesn't see the point in pretending any longer. He makes a split-second decision. Or: Bode's betrayal goes a bit differently.

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Bode told Kata to pack. Even as he walks into Denvik's office, he can hardly believe it.

He feels like he's living in a daze, walking in a dream. He... actually did that. He has the compass, Kata packing, Denvik none-the-wiser...

And Cal stuffed into the small storage compartment of his fighter jet.

That last one wasn't a part of the plan. The plan was to convince Cal out of giving the compass to the hidden path, or maybe go on a solo "scouting mission" with Cal to Tanalor and reveal everything then. What he just did was impulsive. Foolish. Once Cal wakes up long enough to process everything he's going to hate Bode, he's sure.

But it'll be worth it.

He'd rather have Kata lonely if it means she's safe.

He'd rather have Cal hate him if it means he's alive.

"It's not often you visit in person, Bode," Denvik says, leaning back in his chair with his hands folded neatly on the table. "Something must be important. Tell me, how's the mission? Good news I trust."

"Plans have changed," Bode says. "In our favor."

Denvik grins; predatorial, stomach-churning. "Do tell."

"Kestis had an argument with the rest of his crew," Bode begins the hastily put together lie. "He's planning on returning to Saw Gerrera to work off some steam."

"And how is this in our favor?"

"Cere Junda is not the only one you want, yeah?" Bode says, and Denvik's smile sharpens. "Kestis is in a position right now where he's cut communications with his friends. If he goes, let's say, missing, no one will notice until it's too late."

"That certainly is a development..." Denvik says coyly. "What was the nature of the argument?"

Bode shrugs. "Same thing that caused them to split in the first place. Kestis has made it his life's goal to resist the Empire, the others can't match the mindset. He thinks they're doing nothing, and he wants to feel useful."

"Interesting," Denvik says, "however, this could still be a risk to the operation. The Jedha invasion is not for a few more months, so much could go wrong in that time."

"We have to act soon," Bode insists. "A few months is risky, but he'll be back with Gerrera in a few weeks. It'll be impossible to get him after that, especially once he finds out about the assault on Jedha. Besides, I know what you plan to do with him, you might even be able to have an extra soldier for the attack. All I'm asking for is some... proper equipment for capturing a Jedi. I'm sure you have some Force resistant stuff."

"Oh I do," Denvik assures. "I'm still not convinced this is worth the risk, however."

"You want Kestis under your control don't you?" Bode asks perhaps a bit too coldly, but Denvik doesn't waver. "I'm close to giving you just that. Give me the things I need and he'll be your pet, not Vader's. Surely you know how useful a Jedi under your control is. Imagine having two."

Denvik doesn't say anything as one hand raises to his chin in thought. He stays silent for a few moments, before he looks Bode in the eyes. "And it will not affect the Jedha invasion?"

"On my word."

"And on Kata's safety?"

Bode bristles. "I wouldn't suggest it if that was in the question."

Denvik takes another moment, then he nods. "Very well. I'll see to it you have access to all the equipment you need. I expect results, and quickly."

"You'll get them," Bode assures, careful to not release a breath of relief quite yet. "Trust me, this'll go off without a hitch."

-o-o-o-o-

As much as he wants to, he doesn't go to Kata right away. It's been a long while since he's last seen her in person, but he has other things to do right now. What's a few hours added to weeks of waiting?

No one stops him as he travels through the halls of the ISB base, Denvik had already given orders to let him through without question. Various trooper helmets do watch him as he passes, however it doesn't bug him none. For all they knew, he's just another bounty hunter working for the IBS. For all they cared, he's just an order to follow.

There's no one in the supply rooms besides a few guards posted at the door, so he practically has the lines of shelves all to himself. He passes by the various stored weapons, armors, and tools until he gets to where the more useful stuff is. Restraints, ration supplies, survival gear.

He drops a duffle onto a nearby counter and begins gathering what he needs. He goes to the food supply first. He didn't get much from Zee's head about Tanalor, but he at least knows that there is local wildlife that are safe for domestication and consumption. The soil is good for plant growth, and even has local edible species of its own. The problem is that starting up a renewable food supply on an uninhabited planet would take time, so a few months' rations should do them just fine for the time being. Then, he goes to the gear, grabbing blankets and hydrophobic gear and some rope, first-aid.

He grabs other supplies here and there, things he doesn't quite know if he'd need but doesn't hurt to anyways. He only realizes as he's trying to stuff a fire-starter into his bag that he's... procrastinating.

He forces himself to look at the restraints. All shapes and forms stare back. Cuffs for various sizes of sapients. Collars. Muzzles. Some look quite simple, others look like they're made to be painful.

The sight makes him sick.

He's pretty sure the adrenaline was the only thing that made it possible for him to restrain Cal in the first place with his makeshift bindings. Somehow, imagining these... things... locked around Cal... it all feels so much more serious.

He almost wishes there was another way. That Cal didn't care so much. That Bode didn't care so much. He wishes Cal took the options Bode tried to give him. He wishes he never started to worry for Cal's well-being.

Most of all, he wishes that he could go back to his ship, untie Cal, and have Cal understand what he was trying to do here. The good he's trying to do. He doesn't want to restrain and imprison his best friend. The thought makes him sick.

But he has to do what he must. It's only a precaution. Once they're safe on Tanalor, then he can take the restraints off when Cal realizes the situation he's in. This is just to make sure he keeps secure until then, so that he won't attack Bode or stars-forbid Kata.

Kata.

Bode has to make sure Kata doesn't know about this quite yet either. When he introduces them to each other, he needs it to be under Cal's free will. Kata can't know about this, she's a pure soul and she might not understand if he shows her the unconscious body he has in the storage compartment.

He forces himself to move robotically, tactically.

He grabs the things strong enough to hinder a Jedi, and a few worst-case-scenarios. Before he leaves, he grabs a handful of tranquilizers, stuffs it in his duffle, then leaves before regret can catch up with him.

-o-o-o-o-

He's never been more glad for a private hanger to park his ship. There's no guards, no droids, to watch as he approaches his ship and double checks he parked it strategically enough to hide the cargo-hatch from view of the one camera located near the airlock.

Once he's satisfied nothing will catch him off guard, he approaches the hatch and stops to listen for a few loud heartbeats.

He hears nothing, no shifting, no shouts. Nothing.

He takes a deep breath, then opens the hatch.

The sight that greets him is like a punch to the gut. Cal is almost exactly how he left him; stuffed into the compartment, bound hand, arm, knee, ankle. He's curled up in a way that Bode definitely doesn't think would be comfortable, even for a guy half his own size, but it's the only way he could get Cal on the ship other than having the poor guy sit in Bode's lap as he flies. And well, considering how angry Cal might be once he's awake it would be a horrible idea to do that.

So yeah, the sight that greets him is a punch to the gut, but it's also exactly what he was expecting to see. His eyes are still closed, even.

That makes it a bit easier for Bode's sake-of-mind to place down his duffle and dig out various medical tools and a knife.

He begins by carefully cutting the makeshift rope around Cal's knees, however he pauses when Cal suddenly shifts and groans when Bode tries to get at the blaster wound.

He watched Cal's face, heart drilling into his ears, as Cal's eyelids squeeze and another grunt leaves his slightly parted lips. His arms tense... and then he falls still.

Bode knows how light of a sleeper Cal is, but he also knows what a blaster-grip to the forehead could do to a bastard. So either Cal is starting to wake up naturally, or his knee really hurts.

He considers his options but only for a moment. He can't have Cal waking up too early.

He reaches into the duffle and grabs one of the tranquilizers, bending his upper-body into the compartment to press the tranquilizer into the crook of Cal's exposed neck, just below the corner of his jaw.

The prick of the needle has Cal flinching, his breath catching as his eyes fly open.

Bode can't move as Cal startles, eyes flickering wildly. His hand is still under Cal's jaw, and it's like he's been frozen in carbonite as Cal meets his eyes for just a moment. His lips groggily move, his eyelids flickering and closing more and more each time as the tranquilizer takes hold.

"B-Bode..."

And he's out.

Bode stays still for a few moments before he releases a breath.

Get back to work, soldier.

He returns to working on Cal's knee, cutting away the rest of the bindings and some of his singed pants, rubbing bacta on the wound before wrapping it. He doesn't have enough light to see the full damage of the wound, but he'll get more time to check again later once they're on Tanalor.

Once they're on Tanalor.

Free from the Empire.

He swallows, the thoughts euphoric despite how his current actions feel like poison.

He moves on to cutting the rest of the bindings, taking some time to rub Cal's limp wrists where the bindings had dug into his skin before stepping back and... and reaching into the duffle to pull out a simple pair of silver Force-suppressant cuffs.

He takes a deep breath, then maneuvers Cal's arms back behind his back and locks them in place with two twin clicks. Then, it's just a matter of replacing the makeshift with the official.

Soon enough, Cal's arms are not only behind his back, but also his elbows are roped to his sides to prevent Cal getting his hands in front of him. His ankles are shackled, however this time Bode ties his legs together at the shins and thighs to avoid rubbing on the bandages with more rope. Bode feels horrible adding so many restraints, but he out of anyone should know what is needed to properly restrain a persistent Jedi.

Then, once he's no longer restraining Cal's limbs, he moves on to unbutton the collar of Cal's jacket and inspect the lightsaber wound. Even in the dim light of the compartment it doesn't look pretty. The edges of skin around the wound are blistered and irritatedly-red, too red for Cal's skin-tone. He doesn't see any infection, but if left untreated the possibility of one forming is likely. He would curse Dagan Gera's name as he spreads bacta across Cal's chest and tapes on bandages, but as his eyes travel down to his knee, then to his temple, he decides that now isn't the time for hypocrisy.

Not when everything feels so much like regret.

After securing the bandages on his chest, Bode finishes up by adding more bacta to Cal's forehead. He didn't break skin with the blow, but it is bruising. He doesn't think there will be a concussion to worry about but the risk is always there no matter how careful you are.

While spreading the bacta along Cal's temple—the wound he gave him—his eyes can't help but trail down to the constellations of topaz decorating his face. The freckles, Bode's sure, cover every square inch of his body, but seeing them up close like this is like seeing the entire Galaxy from space for the first time.

He blinks, then clears his throat despite no one, not even Cal, being there to witness the moment of... whatever that was.

Get it together Bode, he thinks, finishing spreading the bacta and wiping his hands off on a cloth before stepping back from Cal's prone form.

He looks down to the duffle then sighs.

One last thing.

Sitting neatly at the top of the duffle are two last restraints, though only one will have to be used. He doesn't know Cal's tolerance for tranquilizers, and while a single dosage should keep him out for twelve standard hours, the trip back to Koboh, to Tanalor would take just about that time if not longer.

He can't have Cal waking up and trying to shout while he's flying, not when Kata should remain ignorant of his presence for the time being. He fights off a wave of nausea as he lifts the Imperial-grade muzzle sized perfectly for the facial structure of humans and other sapients of similar build, meant to gag and silence. It latches behind his head, locking in place over his nose, jaw, lips, chin; shaped similar to a work mask or a mask for the sick and contagious, but the material is metallic and seals perfectly to the skin.

The second, Bode swears to himself, the second Kata is safely out of earshot on Tanalor, he will remove the muzzle and hopefully never find the need for it again. This is his best friend and he's demeaned him down to a beast, a wild feral mutt. He almost considers taking the muzzle off—his stomach hurts and it looks so wrong on him—but he knows he doesn't have any better options.

The second piece of equipment... the collar is programmed to recognize measurable shifts in the Force then promptly punish its wearer in the form of electric bursts. However the function isn't reliable, and the electric burns are brutal; the collar is more useful for its second purpose. There's a small compartment where the right corner of the wearer's jaw would be, where one could insert whatever drug, or poison, into the collar and have the collar itself track and administer doses on its own.

The collar's shock function doesn't sense the Force well, not as well as the IBS would hope, but the ability to administer hands-free sedation or depressants keeps a Jedi wearer subdued enough to not be able to use the Force advantageously anyways.

Bode grabbed it as a worst-case-scenario.

As useful as it would be to have more tranquilizers automatically put into Cal's system as Bode's flying to Tanalor as the first dose wears off, he doesn't want to humiliate Cal with the indignity of a collar, even when he's unconscious. He'd rather Cal come-to earlier than planned, but be silenced by the gag and too restrained to make much sound that way.

Besides, tranquilizers aren't fun to wake up from, let alone after multiple doses. Bode's also not sure when the last time Cal ate or drank was, and a second dose would knock him out far longer than what Bode would like.

As much as it looks like it, he doesn't want Cal to be miserable. If Bode had confidence Cal wouldn't try to fight back, take away the Compass and probably try to kill Bode in the process, then he would have gladly not even have considered going this far in restraints.

Cal can be angry with Bode. He can hate Bode. He can kick, scream at, fight, insult Bode all he wants. Kriff, he really could try and kill Bode. Bode deserves it; but he has a daughter to protect. Kata is number one. Bode will make sure nothing can hurt himself so nothing can hurt her. So, for now, until he and Cal can come to some sort of understanding or truce on Tanalor, it's going to have to be this way.

He stuffs the previously removed makeshift bindings into the duffle—so anyone who happens to be checking the camera for this hanger doesn't wonder why he has a bunch of torn up cloth—then seals the duffle. He pushes it into the storage compartment next to Cal's unconscious, restrained, muzzled form, and then forces himself to close the compartment.

He stares at the latch for a moment, letting out a breath he has no idea how long he's been holding.

Next step. He needs to move on to the next step. It's nearly impossible to turn his heels from the ship, like he's stepped in a puddle of tar dragged into the Saloon or into the Mantis by none other than the person he now holds captive.

But he turns anyway. Kata will need his help finishing packing up, then, they can go before Danvik is any wiser. Besides, there's two trackers in his pocket he needs to plant before leaving.

-o-o-o-o-

"I can't find Mookie," Kata whines, searching around the sofas and her little play corner.

Bode laughs quietly to himself. Seeing her again in person, to hold her in his arms, it's made everything worth it. That shame, the regret, the fear of losing his best friend, it's nothing compared to seeing her smile, or the way her nose wrinkles when she's thinking hard like her mother had always done, or hearing the frustration in her voice as she searches in all the wrong places for her favorite stuffed animal that usually always ends up in the same place.

Bode kneels under the central control board and lo-and-behold, there it is. He grabs the little plush and straightens back up, his fingers rubbing the soft synthetic fibers that make the orange halo of hair around the creature's blue head. He chuckles, stepping towards Kata before kneeling to be at her eye-level. "You know," he says, "I have a friend who looks like this."

Her nose wrinkles as she takes the plush into her hands. "On your super secret missions?"

He nods, crossing his arms and resting them on his forward bent knee. "Maybe you'll meet him someday."

Her eyes brighten at that, and his chest fills with warmth. She looks down at the plush and pulls on its horns.

He stands and ruffles her hair. "C'mon kid, we've got places to be."

She grins at him, then rushes back to her bag to finish packing her meager belongings. While she does that, he reaches into his pockets and pulls out two locator devices. He hadn't forgotten about them when he took Cal, and honestly he's not sure if one is able to be tracked without the other. Yet it doesn't hurt to have a backup plan. If any of Cal's friends survive whatever is about to happen on Jedha, then they'll come looking for Cal... if they're not already looking for him. If they manage to track these locators, it'll lead them to where he can kill two birds with one stone.

Denvik and the rest of Cal's crew would tear each other apart.

And Bode, Kata, and Cal?

They'll be long gone.

He places them both on the center console, going as far as to hook one up into it and allow it into the IBS system. If anyone's looking for the signal, it being connected to a minor IBS base should make it all the easier to track.

"Come on, princess," he says as he finishes his minor task. She zips up her travel bag and gives him a soft smile, clutching Mookie to her chest. "We got to travel one last time, okay?"

She nods. "Okay."

[eirenical]

Guys.  GUYS.

I don’t know if it was angst over the imminent closings I mentioned last night or relief over the semester finally being OVER, THANK FUCK, or if it was @lizardrosen planting thoughts in my head by ficcing at me a few days ago, but I WROTE THINGS THIS MORNING.

:D

:D

:D

I WROTE MUET THINGS.  OVER 500 WORDS OF THEM.

IT’S BEEN SO LONG.

Don’t mind me.  I’ll be in a corner crying tears of pure joy.

XD

[jessybarnes]

Love Who You Love

Title: Love Who You Love

Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Platonic) // Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Not gonna lie...I'm sick right now and didn't count this. I'm sorry. Maybe like 900?

Tags: Angst, fluff, overthinking, struggles with sexuality, drinking, crying, supportive Doctor Strange, kissing, and maybe a curse word or two.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 4: Overthinking

Beta(s): None

"Nope. I can't do this..."

You stand outside the door to Natasha's bedroom and wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans. You finally thought you gathered the courage to tell her how you feel, but as soon as you get within five feet of her, you panic.

Your shoulders sag as you make your way to the kitchen. With all of the inner turmoil you're going through over this, a strong drink seems like the only solution.

Grabbing an empty glass, you pour a hefty amount of bourbon and down it in one go.

Yeah, this is much better than confronting my feelings.

As you start to refill it with more of the amber liquid, a familiar crackling sounds across the room. You look up just as your favorite sorcerer steps through one of his portals. He takes one look at you and shakes his head.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"I wouldn't call it paradise, Stephen. More like trouble in hell."

He takes a seat next to you and grabs your drink, taking a sip.

"Listen, kiddo, I can't relate to what you're going through, but you have to know that she's not a monster. Natasha isn't going to treat you any differently than she normally does just because you tell her how you feel. You're both adults, and I'm sure she's still going to be your friend even if she doesn't feel the same way."

You sniffle and wipe a stray tear with your sleeve, "but what if she does? What if she doesn't want to be around me because of who I am?"

Stephen reaches out and rubs your arm tenderly, his eyes sympathetic as he looks at you. He wants to help you, he truly does hate seeing you suffer, but he's no expert in the relationship department.

"Would it help if I told you that I've seen the way she looks at you?"

"I don't know...have you seen the way she looks at Bucky? I wouldn't be surprised if they're already dating," you grumble.

"Who's dating?"

You whip your head around and almost knock over the bottle of Bourbon, "u-um...I...what?"

Natasha walks over and leans against the kitchen island, her eyes trained on you. She smiles warmly and nods at the whiskey, "what's the occasion?"

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water and Stephen pats you on the back to give you a nudge in the right direction.

"It's um...I'm just...thirsty?"

Natasha looks between you and the sorcerer for a moment, "am I...interrupting something?"

Stephen stands up and slides your half empty glass back in front of you. He moves his hands in a circular motion, conjuring another portal, before turning back to look at you.

"Actually, I think Y/N wants to talk to you about something, and I've got other matters to attend to. I'll see you two around."

He's gone moments later, and you aren't sure if you want to thank him or kick his ass next time you see him.

"So, you avoided my first question and answered my second question with one...what's got you so flustered?"

"You... "

That one little word escapes your brain to mouth filter and you want to crawl into a hole and never resurface.

"I...I mean...um..."

You're about to abandon this conversation all together and see if Tony can build you a time machine so you can start this day over. Anything to avoid the mountain of anxiety that's churning in your stomach.

"Me? I...don't understand?"

Your heart races as you make the decision to just get it over with and tell her, or it might be the alcohol that's giving you courage. You aren't sure which.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been acting weird around you lately. It's nothing you've done wrong...no...it's because of me...because of how you make me feel. No, that sounded wrong. What I mean is, I've been trying to tell you that I like you, but I was scared because I thought you were dating Bucky and Stephen tried to tell me that he's seen the way you look at me and I-"

Natasha cuts you off with a kiss and your eyes go wide. She pulls away and smiles, a slight smirk on her face.

"Stephen's pretty perceptive, Y/N. And as far as Bucky goes, he's just a friend. You, on the other hand, well," her gaze moves to your lips as she slowly leans in.

"Maybe we can see where this goes..."

[ikwhatyouaremikewheeler]

The end of something beautiful: Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR VOL 2 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

Note: I'm so sorry for this, I'll make a chapter of opposites attract right after I promise. But enjoy?

Summary: What if Steve was with Eddie instead of Dustin? Relationship has been established for a while in this

Warnings: Major Character death, funerals, weird plot line?? Steve scratches his skin bc I said so. Mentions of vomit and nightmares Steve has a lot of undisclosed Trauma

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Everything was the same, the nightmares hadn't stopped, not like they ever had, like a repeating loop of hell. First the Demodogs, then the Russian base, and now; now it was Eddie. Who was covered in blood and bite marks, the flesh of his stomach torn away in spots, it was gruesome. The thought made Steve's stomach churn, and many nights he found himself kneeled over his toilet, dry heaving until there was nothing left. Which is why he laid on the bathroom floor a lot of the times, his bed didn't bring any comfort.

To make matters worse, the nightmares started to get worse, affecting how he acted in the day, constant Reminders that Eddie was dead, all around the town. The missing posters, the 'Accept God in these horrible times' posters. The missing flyers; oh god. They were covered in red marker, most frequently saying: 'Murderer' or 'Satan Worshipper' which were also displayed across his tombstone, to an empty casket with freshly dug dirt.

"He's not a freak, o-or a monster.. he was my friend, and he could've run when the earthquake hit, but he didn't; he stayed to fight.. he was always himself, even in the end. And.. if everyone had gotten to know him, really know him I mean, they would realize how kind Eddie was, how amazing he was.. and no one even realizes it."

That was Steve's speech, for the funeral, for an empty casket, the words Eddie couldn't hear, but Steve wished and begged to god, for a second chance. A chance to save him, to save the man he loved. Who wasn't a freak, or a killer.. he was Eddie Munson, who loved Black Sabbath, and his garage band, and his club and his friends and his uncle. A group of freshman that he treated like siblings.. and Dustin.. Dustin, who was absolutely heartbroken when he heard about Eddie. Who didn't have an older brother figure in his life, who needed one, maybe two of them, but he lost them, Steve was an empty shell of a person and Eddie was gone.

The Eddie that Steve remembered was his Steve, not the one who thought he was a coward, but it was his Eddie, and Steve's Eddie.. he was wonderful, and beautiful.. he was always so sweet, and wasn't scared to show affection, or to love Steve for his flaws, he loved Steve for Steve, and.. their love wasn't bullshit.. he finally had something true.

"I didn't run away this time.. I stayed to fight.." Eddie spat out from the blood filling his mouth, a pained smile appearing on his face, right after he had laid eyes on Steve. Steve who looked hurt, worried, who was scared for Eddie, pulling his upper torso onto his lap, cradling Eddie close like he was a doll. Everything hurt, but the plan, the plan had worked, and they were all going home.. they were okay. But Eddie, Eddie wasn't going to make it.. he could barely move, his limbs felt like lead, like he had just woken up; but in reality he felt like he'd fall asleep. "I'm finally gonna graduate.. this year, it's finally my Year Steve.." he winced when he tried to move, tears filling his eyes, his now bloodied hand reaching up to cup the side of Steve's face, just for their final moment together, it had to mean something more than this. "No, no you'll be fine, we just need to get you to a doctor—" It was pointless, Eddie couldn't move and Steve was in no shape to carry him pig, let alone through a portal back to where everyone hated him.

"Hey.. hey promise me you'll look over the little sheep okay..? I love you Stevie.."Steve heard Eddie mumble, before the hand that was placed so lovingly on his cheek had fallen, the tears that had been collected now falling, across the sticky blood imprint. "Eddie, Eddie hey no it's okay. We can get a doctor, wake up Eddie!" His voice had raised, sobs stuck in his throat, holding onto Eddie, as if it would bring him back. But it wouldn't; no amount of wishing and praying would bring him back, not even money could. And just as soon as Eddie had made an imprint on Steve's life.. he was gone.

So there Steve sat, Near Eddie's grave as he worked to scrub off the cruel bright red letters, almost like a taunt, the silence was unbearable, until, Steve had finally uttered. "I never got to say if back.. but I love you.. and I promise, I have been taking care of the kids." He trailed off, almost as if he was waiting for a response, but he wasn't, he knew it wasn't happening. He had seen the kids, but he couldn't bear doing it looking like a mess. His hair was messy, his eyes had purple bags under them, and his throat wounds, looked freshly scratched, the skin raw. But he covered it up, pretended he was okay, like he didn't miss Eddie with every bone in his body. Steve's life was gone, over, but that shell of him promised, swore to protect Eddie's already tarnished name, even if he was already dead. "I love you Ed's.. and I'm gonna fix all of them, I promise I will.."

Loving Edward "Eddie" Munson was easy, but Steve wasn't sure he would ever be ready to let go. Especially if you're IN love with them.

the end. Once again I apologize

[karasunology]

━ ❛ ➶ LOVE IN TRANSLATION ❜

➜ a walk through of tsukishima's love languages told through headcanons.

-ˏˋ ➶ character(s) ━ tsukishima kei <3

[ ♡ ] you've received one love note from jae ! would you like to read it ?

💌 . . . finished writing this 8 minutes before the day ends, and i'm already drowsy y'all. but i had another headcanon to write for iwaizumi😔✋ so f.

💌 . . . edit, now i'm posting this and realized i'm better at writing whenever i'm half asleep😌 anyways, hope you bubs enjoy this !! <33 aone would probably be next i hope. also requests are open!! almost done with my inbox & i have nothing to do, so send an ask and i'll write em.

TSUKISHIMA KEI.

➜ tsukishima, just like iwaizumi, is not the best at pda.

➜ but not because of the same reasons.

➜ homeboy was just not the best at showing those type of emotions, preferably to try and mask those in snarky, and obnoxiously mean remarks.

➜ bb boy needs to lay off his salt

➜ like he'll have a kidney stone one of these days ngl

➜ tsukishima was, surprisingly enough, the first one to confess between the two of you. reasons being that these overbearing feelings of his, that he was unaccustomed to was a bit too much for him and just decided to confess to you out of flustration.

➜ and in his thoughts, and i quote

“ just to get this over with ”

➜ he knew you wouldn't accept it so atleast he could it it off his chest and cry himself a river and get over it

➜ mans was too practical lmao

➜ but you didn't reject him, and in fact you returned the same overbearing feelings he carried that would create a whirl wind of emotions in the pits of your stomache, and he did not, in fact, cry himself a river

➜ because holysh!t you actually like him back ???

➜ homeboy never thought this through

➜ tsukishima never would have thought you'd accept his confession

➜ but nevertheless, he asked you out right after, still in deep shock and as if he was still floating in cloud nine.

➜ tsukishima was awkward when you guys started dating, no; it's probably you too.

➜ physical affection was OUT the window in the first start of your guys' relationship.

➜ and when you guys DO start attempting physical contact, he'd be so stiff lmaoo

➜ tsukki isn't showered in these types of affection okay?? you're probably his first s/o

➜ whenever you'd hug him with people around, he wouldn't buldge or would just entirely deny you of it

➜ s h i t  hurts tsukki :(

➜ it wasn't like he doesn't like you ─ goodness no, bb boy was probably wrapped around your finger.

➜ it wasn't an everyday sight seeing tuskishima with an s/o

➜ he just couldn't for the life of him do pda justttt yet, especially with all the eyes watching you two interact

➜ whenever tanaka or noya comments that he's too cold to you, or if anyone says that you deserve better, he'd do that shit-eating-grin, YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANN

➜ THE ONE THAT MAKES THAT PUSSÉ WET 👅👀💅

➜ and say

“ atleast i have an s/o & not just go around asking kiyoko-san for her hand in marraige. ” to tanaka or noya

“ and you think you're better for her ? ” to anyone that dares say anything about y'all's relationship

➜ but would also have this guilt-tripping churning on his stomache because you probably did deserve better

➜ the day you guys had your first kiss was when a guy called him out, saying they were better for you than he could ever be.

➜ and out of his built up insecurities & flustration, y'all just had this tension between you two and next thing you knew, you guys were kissing

➜ which may or may not ended up as a makeup session🤪😳

➜ and he was just surprisingly?? good ?? at it??

➜ ugh sanaol

➜ after that incident, tsukishima and you talked your relationship through and his insecurities ( also another sign he's whipped for you, because he never does these type of shit. )

➜ bb boy was a bit more comfortable at physical affection with you

➜ pda? he'd probably kiss you in front of the person the person commenting unnecessary about your guys' relationship, or if anyone dares to flirt with you in front of him

➜ and he'd have you out of breath from it and would have that smirk on his lips

➜ fook let me just kiss you ahHh

➜ but other than that, he prefers to stay low on pda, though, holding hands is a must

➜ but not without a remark from our mcdonalds fry

“ your hands are too sweaty ”

➜ would 100% flick your forehead

➜ like if he ever thinks you're annoyingly cute, he'd just flick your forehead lmAOOO

➜ one time y'all were away from each other because he had training camp, and when you guys finallu saw each other again, you couldn't help but run up to him & kiss him mwahhh

➜ and he'd be like 😳🤢

“ disgusting, do it again. ”

➜ but would be the one to pull YOU into a kiss

➜ phew CHILEE🥵

➜ physical touches are already something

➜ but what about non-physical ones?

➜ nicknames

➜ N I C K N A M E S

➜ they are a MUST in your guys' relationship

➜ if you're short, homeboy would call you chibi-chan.

➜ if you have a huge forehead, bb biy would call you forehead-chan

➜ while you would call him megane-chan/kun

➜ tsukki is also a good one

➜ bitch too

➜ half would be so weird but are still endearing to the both of you

➜ doesn't let anyone else probably other than tadashi, akiteru & his mom to hold his glasses for him

➜ and you too

➜ he would let you touch it and wear it, though without a playful roll of the eyes and maybe a side remark, since he is tsukishima kei

➜ one time he was teasing you and acted too tired to put on his glasses and made you do it

➜ and while you guys were eye levelled as you guys sat in his bed, almost nose to nose👀😳 the second you put on his glasses on him perfectly, he'd pull your arm gently towards him as you landed safely onto his chest, his head ontop of yours and you guys just sat in silence;

➜ and with nothing but your two beating hearts created a whole new melody once they were molded together

➜ would call your grades trash✋ but would offer to study with you

➜ thus born, was your study sessions/dates

➜ would SHARE ! HIS ! EARPHONES ! WITH ! YOU AHHHHH

➜ PUTEKNAOL😤

➜ has bought headphones just for the sole purpose to listen to music with you

➜ AND NOT JUST THAT YALL

➜ 😭😭😭

➜ HE MAKES PLAYLISTS FOR YOU

➜ MARRY ME SIR

➜ UGH IM HIS CERTIFIED WH0RE

➜ AND IF YOU WOULD DO THE SAME, HE'D DROP ON HIS KNEES AND JUST MELT AND SAY “ i will marry this bitch one day ”

➜ y'all would probably listen to both playlist alternately while you guys just either vibe to it or fall asleep with each other

➜ i have other things to say but i have to stop myself from spoiler my new mini headcanons series coming soon

[jungleslut101]

I'm taking you home little lamb.

Summary-  The deputy has been MIA for 3 months and the seeds take matters in their own hands when everyone else come back without their lost lamb.

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The last everyone heard or seen the deputy was when she was taking out one of Jacobs wolf beacon. That was 3 months ago, no one has heard about her after that, even though it's been better for the cult,Joseph won't stop begging his brothers to go and look for their lamb together.

Which is why they are  walking through a deep forest in the cold autumn weather. One of Jacobs men reported that there's been sight of the deputy deep in these woods.

After walking around 10 miles they come upon an abandoned rusted cabin. They slowly head for the door, hearing no sounds they doubt she's here but it's worth to check. John carefully opens the cracked door with Jacobs rifle pointed at it and Joseph's pistol in hand just for precaution.

They can slightly see inside pass the threshold but still no sight of the lamb."I'll go first just incase there are traps" Jacob whispers and they both nod

"Be careful brother and don't hurt her if you find her" Joseph whispers back. The brothers give him a weird look.

Jacob walks in checking inside each room he passes until he approaches the messy kitchen connected to the living room. He approaches where he can see a fire place just barely staying lit with a couch facing it. Either some one is here or been here.

Jacob stops dead in his tracks when he sees the woman who's been ruining their lives for the past 6 months sleeping soundly on the couch with blankets covering her lower half. He must be hallucinating there's no way he caught the she devil this easily, this must be a really good trap or a really sick joke either way he slowly takes coordinated steps towards her but she still doesn't stir even slightly.

Jacob reaches for his receiver radioing his brothers. "She's here" he whispers. After a minute John and Joseph find their way to the leaving room seeing their brother kneeling beside the couch.

"Come here,slowly" they both comply but no one prepared them for the image In front of them. They're little lamb sleeping on the couch looking so innocent.

"Who would've believe she's the devil who's brought havoc upon years of hard work" John scoffed making Jacob chuckle and Joseph giving them both side glares.

"I can feel the heat coming off her body " Joseph deliberately starts moving his hands towards her face just touching her cheek with a feathers touch. "She looks so harmless and angelic" he makes himself chuckle a bit  Jacob and John watching his movements like a hawks eye finding it a little unusual that their brother act this kind towards her after everything she did. "Let's take our little lamb home" Joseph moves some of her hair that has fallen on her face behind her ear making her stir and wake.

Rook doesn't acknowledge her surroundings immediately but when she does see her 3 enemy's she's been trying to rid of for so long all looking at her  she jolts upright from the couch making Joseph fall flat on his back with her sudden movement. Before she can reach the other side of the couch where she left her shotgun Jacob grabs her ankle making her fall on her stomach. The air gets knocked out of her so she turns while taking greedy gulps of air,but that is short lived when Jacob crushes her body with his own making her breath hitch again.

"And where do you think you're going so soon pup? We just found you" he grins down wolfishly at her making her tremble from fear.

"Jake your scaring our dearest deputy get off the poor girl for fuck sake" John couldn't hide the excitement from his voice which made her more nervous.

"Brother John is right we don't want to scare our lamb back in to hiding" Jacob slowly removed his weight from her but he still had her trapped with his thighs on either side of her hips and a little weight on her pelvic region.

She whimpered a little, her mind still hazy from sleep. Maybe she was having a nightmare this can't be real. Jacob shifts his weight a little making her moan in discomfort. Not realising she's only wearing panties and a loose Metallica shirt making her legs and thighs bare for their prying eyes.

She's getting a little flustered so she bucks her hip to try and escape from Jacobs hold which has Jacob lose his balance and almost crush her with his weight if it wasn't for his fast reflexes, holding himself up with his palms flat next to her head. "Careful kitten" his tone is low and predatory, she can feel his hot breath on her face making her stomach churn.

"Get the fuck off me seed" she bucks her hip with more strength this time hitting her stomach with his making both of them gasp unintentionally. Her from pain him from surprise.

"My child calm yourself we're not here to hurt you"

"Shut the fuck up hipster Jesus and you ginger fuck I told you to get off of me"

She glares at Joseph then at Jacob whose expression is still shocked

"My my deputy who knew such vile words could come from someone like you" John laughs.

"Johnny quiet for once, I think the deputy has something to tell us huh pup isn't that right ?" He gives her that damn smirk again.

"I have nothing to tell you fucking peggies now Get Off!"

"What are you talking about Jake" John asks with curiosity.

"Well since our dear lamb won't share with the family I will." He carefully flattens his hand on her stomach where he can feel a bump there." Our deputy has a little pup on the way isn't that right?" He laughs manically. He wasn't sure at first when the baby bump hit him in his abdomen but now that he touched it his 100% sure.

Joseph gasps "What are you talking about brother? Do you mean she's pregnant" Jacob nods still rubbing rook's baby bump.

She starts getting flustered again and this time she thrashes to get the mountain Man off. John looks dumbfounded but snaps himself out of it when he sees her struggle. " Jake you should probably get off of her. You're stressing her out." Jacob nods and slowly gets off of her making her exhale the long breath she's been holding in.

"Don't fucking act like it's your asshole."

"Hmm of course my dear but if I may who exactly is the father of your unborn child? I hope you at least keep count of the many sins you commit" his statement makes rook laugh madly.

"Oh Johnny, I'll let your brother do the math on that one" John furrows his brows then looks at Jacob making her laugh more "oh no honey don't look at him. Look at your other brother, the holiest man of all, The Father." They all turn to Joseph to see him pale with his mouth agape. "Ohh he didn't tell you? Well you see after a month into the fighting, your brother radioed me, asking to meet him at where all of it started so we can put an end to it. At first I wasn't gonna go cause like who's dumb enough to go, well I was I thought I was gonna go kill him which would make it easier for the resistance to take back the county. But when I got to the church and I saw the Holly man himself shirtless with sweat coating his skin something snapped or maybe I was just too horny." She heard Jacob chuckle  "Anyway one thing led to another the next thing we knew he was fucking me on his Pulpit, the Holy man fucking the heathen in the place of God, The place where he gives his sermons to his beloved children The Father fucking me all raw and roug.."

"I've Heard Enough!" Joseph yelled making her stop talking. "You know my dear rook you didn't have to go into details." He kneeled Infront of her taking her head in between his calloused hands. "You should've told me you were carrying my child I would've--"

"You would've what Joseph huh? All you were gonna do is put a huge target on my back. You know what will happen if the resistance find out I'm carrying one of the greatest cult leaders child, they'll find me and rip the child out of me while I'm still conscious."

"You think I would let that happen, you think any of us would let someone near the mother of my child. Do you think this wickedly of me? " Joseph sounded sad which made rook a little sad.

"Get up my dear we're taking you to my bunker where it's safe" John chirped in all happy and excitedly. "After all can't have the mother of my brother's child in danger."

"He's right pup you already look weak and malnourished. If you want the baby coming out healthy and well you need to be somewhere stress free and safe."

"I'm fine right where I am, it's safe here"

"Not anymore my little lamb. I'm sorry but I'm gonna take you to one of my brothers bunkers whether you like it or not. I prefer it be willingly" she looked at him for a while looking for anything in his expression but nothing just that cool calm face he always wore. She nodded making them all sigh in relief. "John,Jacob please go pack everything our rook has, the sooner we get to the bunkers the better." They both nodded and got to work.

Joseph slowly brought his hand up and layed it on her stomach were he could feel the bump. She gasped not expecting him to do that. "I didn't know I was pregnant you know. But after 2 months in to it Kim was the one who told me I was showing the signs she experienced so she gave me a test. I was hoping for it to come back negative but something in the deepest part of my heart also hoped for it to come as positive" she laughed with tears perked up in her eyes some falling free even though she tried hard not to let them.

He caressed her stomach with light touches not realising his eyes was also welling up with tears. She brought her hands to his cheek wiping the tears that came free something that was too intimate for them both but somehow felt right. Joseph brought his forehead to hers closing his eyes just enjoying the moment.

Not knowing what she was doing she touched her lips to his so lightly that he barely felt it. When he didn't pull away she deepened the kiss a little making him grab her neck with his other hand that wasn't rubbing her stomach to deepen it even more. This didn't feel wrong at all. Maybe the baby would be the sign of hope in this hell. The hope everyone needed.

"Let's take you home little lamb"

The End.