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DEATH WISH LOVE | EVAN BUCKLEY

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Pairing: Evan Buckley x fem!reader

Summary: Buck never thought he could love someone like that. Especially not someone with the same death wish love as him.

Warning: Anxiety crisis, near-death experience, hospital, crying, ansgt.

Word count: 2.5K

a/n: My God, I can't believe it's taken me over a year to get back. I missed this place so much. It's been an intense, crazy year. I finally got my dream job at the best hospital in Latin America. I'm so happy, but at the same time it's demanded everything of me, working long shifts almost every day, but its the price I have to pay. I hope you like this one, it was based on the song Death Wish Love by Benson Boone, which as soon as I heard it I immediately imagined something with our dear Buck. I confess I thought I'd do something angsty, but I don't think I have that capacity, he already suffers so much that I just wanted him to have a happy ending this time.

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You were the new firefighter in 118, and also new to the city. In order to follow your dreams, you left your hometown with everyone and everything you knew. You craved for bigger things, you wanted the big city, you wanted Los Angeles.

The team welcomed you with open arms, which was unusual to you. You weren’t used to this or neither known by your affectionate gestures, but apparently everything was an excuse for a hug at the station. It was a bit hard to get used to all this affection, especially when you came from a place where you were always by yourself.

That was one of the main reasons you became a firefighter, you have walked through fire every single day of your life, why not make it your profession?

You were a source of curiosity between the team, always so quiet and so resistant to everyone's affection. It was hard to win you over. Especially because you had a rather difficult personality, you were fearless at work, you weren't afraid to go into the fire to save lives, you did it without thinking twice.

To Bobby you were a cause of concern, and sometimes the reason why he was having trouble sleeping. He knew this personality very well. It was the same one he had struggled for years to learn to deal with, the one he had to fight with so many times, he was very familiar with this death wish love, it was the same as Buck’s.

The blue-eyed man on the other side, couldn't understand why he couldn't take his eyes off you. Ever since you arrived a few months ago, your image has been running through Buck’s mind. You've become a challenge for him. But not in a bad way, he wanted to get to know you, he wanted to understand you. But you didn't make things any easier for him, especially when today was the first time he'd seen you laugh.

"You're drooling" he snapped back to reality when he heard Eddie mocking next to him.

"Shut up" Buck said, turning his gaze back to you playing with his niece.

You had a beauty he couldn't explain, an angelic one. You had this steely gaze and looking at you felt like suicide. He would fall to his knees if you asked him to. How could someone so delicate also be so dangerous?

The way you were reluctant to follow Bobby's orders, you'd walk into the fire without a second thought. You would take risks without thinking about your own safety, just thinking about everyone else. He saw how hard you worked, he saw how mad Bobby got when he ordered the building to be evacuated and you were always the last one to leave. You were intriguing and he was fascinated.

It was so strange for you. Being in Maddie's living room, with everyone gathered together like a big family, laughing and telling funny stories. The team met once a week, with all the families together, the children running around the living room, the smell of food in the air, the voices, the laughter.

You accepted the invitation after a few months of refusing, and now you spent the week looking forward to the moment when you would be together again.

Sometimes when you got home from a meeting, you cried. You cried because you never had that, you never had anyone who cared about you. You were an unexpected pregnancy, your parents didn't planned you, they didn't want you and that was never a secret to anyone.

And that's why you were surprised when one day you arrived early at the station and Hen had a cake for you that you had once said reminded of what your grandmother used to bake.

Or when another one Eddie handed you a drawing that Chris made specifically for you. Of the two of you playing together.

Or when Maddie sent you, through Chim, the cookies you said you loved one day while you were having coffee together.

Or when Bobby invited you to have lunch with him and Athena on a Sunday ‘cause he knew you were going to do it alone.

Or when Buck gave you a book he'd heard you say was your favorite during a conversation.

*

It was mid-afternoon on a Sunday. Your hands were shaking, your heart pounding. The words your father had once spoken echoed in your mind. "You will never be loved". But you were at a table with 118's entire family, and you felt loved. Maddie told you about the gossip from her work. Karen hugged you from the side every time you passed by her. Hen included you in every conversation. Athena calmly answered all the questions you were curious about her work. So why did you feel like an imposter? Why was your father's voice echoing inside your head? Why were you on the verge of an anxiety attack?

"I'll be right back" you muttered to the girls, but you realized how shaky your voice sounded. You were pathetic.

You barely made it to the bathroom, your legs buckled and you sat down in the corner of the room. You could hardly breathe, it was hard to pull in the air. Tears streamed down your face. Your heart was racing. Your hands were shaking.

You heard your voice being called from outside. Damn. You couldn't calm down, your hand was on your chest as if it could make the pain go away.

"Hey, hey. I'm here. Calm down, I’ve got you" it was Buck.

His voice was just a whisper in your ear. You let a sob escape your lips. Pathetic. You felt his arms around you, until you were all wrapped up in his arms. Why was he doing that? Why did he care?

He stayed there until you stopped crying. You were still in his arms, and it was so warm, so safe. Sighs came from your lips, and you couldn't imagine what a mess Buck's head and heart were in. He wanted you in his arms, not just now.

"I'm sorry," you whispered and tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let you, so you stayed.

"You don't have to talk about what's going on in there, but the day you feel like you need a hug to cry into, you've got mine" your eyes filled with tears again. "And don't ever apologize for it"

*

The smiles on your lips were becoming constant. And it was Buck's favorite image. You were letting people through your armor, you were letting your guard down, and it felt good. You now baked pies and cakes for the station on your days off, recipes learned from the girls after a few long afternoons of chatting and coffee.

Your laughter was contagious, and the boys would always crack little jokes to get them out of you.

Your eyes were now looking out for a pair of blue ones, all the time, everywhere. Eyes that were always looking back at you. Your hands were always looking for an excuse to bump into Buck's, just to feel that shiver run down your spine every time. And he would find any reason to text you, until the excuses became routine. You woke up every day with a good morning message and went to bed with a good night one. The little touches now became big gestures, Buck loved to brush your hair out of your face and tuck them behind your ear. And you loved to run your hand over the birthmark above his eye. You loved when his warm lips traveled up your neck to your lips. You loved when his hands ran over your body always so slowly and so gently, bringing goosebumps wherever they went. You loved making love with him. How he worshiped your body, how much he worshiped you. The way he made you feel loved.

You had a hold on Buck, and you didn't even know it. He had become attached to you, attached to the idea of having you by his side. The nights with you were the ones he could truly rest in, the mornings where he woke up to your soft kisses on his face, were the ones he would keep forever in his mind.

But he could feel that you were still resisting his feelings, and he was terrified of losing you. Buck was in love with you. It took months for him to realize that, but he did it. He loved you.

But one thing has never changed. And as Buck followed the loud murmurs coming from Bobby’s office, where he knew you were at, he kept in mind the danger you were in at every call. He couldn't lose you.

"Hey, what happe-" he couldn't finish the sentence when he saw you walking out the door, since you brushed past him, bumping into his shoulder, without even looking him in the face.

Buck made his way to the room, where he saw his captain wiping his hands across his face, letting out an exhausted sigh.

"She'll end up dead if she keep acting like this, Buck"

"I know"

"After the last call, if she doesn't change her behavior, I'll be forced to suspend her."

"I know."

Buck couldn't lose you.

You couldn't talk to Buck yet, you were so nervous after your conversation with Bobby. You were trying your best, how could he tell you that you had a death wish love? You were saving lives, and it didn't matter if it cost you your own. You didn't care.

A new call ecoed through the station. It was something big. A fire in a shed. People were working at the time, so there were many likely victims. You were anxious, just as you were before any call, but you were ready for it. You were born ready.

"Be careful," Buck told you before you got off the truck and you nodded. You were always careful "I love you"

You turned surprised to Buck, you'd never said that to each other before. It disconcerted you.

"Buck, I-"

Before you could say anything, you heard Bobby calling you to give instructions and you had to run.

I love you.

The words echoed in your head as you entered the burning building. No one had ever said that to you. You didn't even know the weight those words carried.

"Sir, follow this path and the fireman will take you to the exit."

It was so hot. You'd already lost count of how many people you'd pulled out of the line of fire. Your head was heavy. It was getting hard to breathe.

"Evacuate the building now," you could hear Cap saying over the radio. Everyone agreed and gave their location. You were about to respond when you heard something.

It was a call for help.

You could have sworn it was a call for help.

"Captain, I'm in the east side, I hear someone screaming for help. I'm close, I can get them out"

"Negative, the building will collapse at any moment. Get out immediately"

Your vision was blurred.

I love you.

You couldn't go out and leave those people to die, so you went ahead. The way to the door was difficult, there was a lot of rubble, and when you opened it, you froze in place.

It was empty. The fire danced in front of you, mocking you. But the cries for help... you've never been so wrong before.

I love you.

“It’s empty” you murmured at the radio.

Bobby was shouting your name from the other end of the radio. You turned around, but it was so hard to breathe. You tried to find your way back, but everything was spinning. Buck was now calling your name.

I love you.

His words were running through your head. Your steps were now slow. The way out, you couldn't find the way out. You could hear the fire laughing at you. Stupid. Pathetic. You heard an explosion behind you, and it threw you off balance, bringing you to the ground. You'd been walking through fire all your life, and now it would finally take its place back. Your siren buzzed in your ears. That would be the end of you.

I love you too, Buck.

The moment Buck came out of the building and didn't see you outside, he tried to go back. But hands held him in place.

This couldn't be happening. No, no.

Bobby called your name on the radio and you didn't answer. It's empty. That was the last answer they got. You weren't answering. An explosion. On the east side, where you were.

Buck's knees gave way, and he went down. All eyes were on the exit of the building waiting for you, waiting for a miracle. But it never came.

Buck screamed, and he would scream until his lungs gave up.

Time seemed to stop. Buck's screams were the only noise to be heard. And another explosion. Tears rolled down trough some faces. No one could believe it. This couldn't be happening.

Buck couldn't lose you like this.

"We found her" some voice echoed over the radio.

Buck's heart could stop any second now.

But the building was collapsing.

He broke free from his friends and ran into the building, dodging all the fallen and burnt obstacles, and he saw you. You were in the arms of a fireman. He ran up to you and carried you out of the building. As soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the building collapsed. Buck held you in his arms with all his strength and ran, feeling the debris fly past you.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry" was the first thing that came out of your lips when he put you on the stretcher and he shut you up, pressing his lips to yours.

Buck analyzed each of your wounds alongside Hen and Chim and you could see the tears streaming down Buck's face, the ones that were also streaming down your own.

You were still struggling to breathe, every inch of your body ached, and you felt on the verge of losing consciousness. Until you succumbed to the darkness that was calling your name.

*

You woke up a few hours later in hospital. Your hands were being squeezed and you could feel something wet running down over them. Tears.

Buck had his face in your hands, he had never felt so afraid before. And when he heard your voice calling him, it was as if he could finally breathe.

"I'm sorry, Buck, I-I don't know what happened-"

"I almost lost you today"

Your heart broke into a million pieces. You did this to him, your recklessness, your impulsive behavior. It was your fault.

"I'm sorry"

Tears were now streaming down your face and he moved closer, running his hands gently down your cheeks.

"I was terrified of losing you. I'd die if I do."

"I would never leave you"

"Promise?"

"I love you, Buck. And I'll love you to death"

"Please don't let it be soon"

You smiled. No one had ever loved you like that.

"It won't."

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Anomaly Chapter 8

Fic Summary: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson.

Chapter Summary: Eddie tries to make a connection, but unfortunately he is Eddie Munson

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, one-sided enemies to lovers, one-sided pining, miscommunication trope, anxious-ish!Reader, fem!Reader, Reader is not described, no use of Rachel, Rise of Hellfire characters

Word Count: 4.5k words

Authors Notes: Okay, this chapter is all over the place and I'm sorry about that. I re-wrote this a few times and I'm still not happy with it but it gets us where we need to go, like a sketchy gas station. Also this is ANGST.

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Eddie felt confident about three things about himself; he knew he was a good Dungeon Master, he knew that he was skilled on guitar, and finally he was able to get a fairly good read on people if they could talk to him like a normal person for three fucking minutes.

That third thing was very helpful with the first. By knowing his players and how they worked and what made them tick, he was able to craft amazing stories that were satisfying to his players and their characters. 

It was also helpful when Eddie was earning his extra money on the side. Knowing who was genuinely safe to sell to was important when it seemed like everyone and their mother had a target on his back for no good reason. Stacy had been safe to sell to with her no-bullshit approach. The art kids were a safe bet in most cases when they needed to be “inspired”. And Chrissy Cunningham... well, he gave that shot but she never showed up. 

You had talked to him as a person the day that the two of you had snuck off for a smoke break when you were supposed to be calling businesses. You made small talk with him about his club. In those moments you treated him like an actual person, and he thought that maybe he had been wrong about you. 

And then he walked into school and saw you talking to Stacy. You looked pissed and Eddie, being the virtuous man he was in a small town, decided to eavesdrop on the conversion. 

“What’s your problem this morning?” Stacy laughed as you rummaged through your locker as best you could with one hand. 

“Eddie. Eddie is my problem. He’s always my problem.” You groaned. “I’d be perfectly fine and dandy otherwise.” 

Right, of course. You were just humoring him these past few days. Eddie always thought that you wore your emotions on your sleeve like he did. You had shown your dislike, but he thought you would have calmed down after the time you had spent together. 

Eddie kept listening though, because he wasn’t about to be that dipshit that heard something out of context just to misinterpret it. Maybe you weren’t talking about him. Maybe there was another Eddie he didn’t know. Hell, maybe you had a personal grudge against Van Halen. He’d have to judge your taste, but at least it wouldn’t be about him.

Why did he care so much?

“I’m really just exhausted.” You sighed. “I’m feeling too much at once lately, and all I want is a normal boring day. Between the wrist, my grades, Benson, and the whole Eddie thing- I’m just about running on fumes.” 

The whole Eddie thing. So there was a thing with him. Was he why you were exhausted? No, you just said it was more than him. Eddie found himself hoping that he was closer to the bottom of the list. 

The two of you had, what he had thought, was a really pleasant conversation when the two of you hung out behind the school. You had listened to him talk about his hobby, you two had discussed the alignments of water fowl. Eddie thought that things were going to be more amicable between the two of you. 

Guess not. 

Eddie moved away before he was caught eavesdropping. 

He tried to shake it off. It’s not like this was unusual; Eddie was used to people (usually his customers) playing nice in private and then ignoring his existence once back in society. 

It just didn’t make any fucking sense to him, no matter how he turned it in his mind. Those people never listened to him ramble about his game, let alone remember enough details to bring up so naturally with him. 

The whole Eddie thing. The conversation between you and Stacy shifted to other things and Eddie walked away. He’d rather you just come out and tell him what was wrong rather than just seeth at him from a distance. Everyone else in this shithole had the decency to make it clear what about him they didn’t like. And what a list there was! His hair, his clothes, his music, his grades, his speeches, his outspokenness, the way he’d lean into being a Satan Spawn to piss everyone off even though it was a load of bull- there was a long list that you could pick from!

If anyone had to make a guess, it was probably because you were so quiet about your dislike that pissed him off. If you would have just given him any of the reasons you didn’t like him then he could shrug it off and move on. Eddie wasn’t as self-aware as he would assume he was in this situation, and so your continuous ire irritated him to no end like a scratchy tag on a new t-shirt. It was always just barely there, no matter how much he wanted to ignore it. 

All he needed was one reason to drop it and to just carry on. And so, at the end of Benson’s class he offered to carry your books for you again and escort you to the cafeteria. You had gaped at him for a moment, probably for continuous nerve he had to speak to you when others were around, but accepted his help. 

The small talk was nothing to write home about; the test, Spring Day, your “extra credit”, and of course the infamous Pep Rally Incident. 

“You looked like you would have been anywhere else during the pep rally.” you had said. 

“I tried to skip, but I got caught.” Eddie had been skipping pep rallies for so long, and no one had ever given a shit before. In his humble opinion, they should be begging him to stay a thousand feet away from the gym at all times, lest his lack of school spirit affect and disillusion his fellow classmates. 

“Try breaking your wrist next time. It got me out of it.” Eddie hated that you amused him. Why were moments like this so easy, but you always looked at him so intensely? What was The whole Eddie thing?  

“You broke your wrist trying to apologize, I wouldn’t apologize to anyone in this shithole.” Eddie said without thinking. He’d be willing to apologize if he was wrong, being no stranger to humble pie as one Ronnie Ecker would know. Other than that one summer of groveling so that he wouldn’t lose his best friend, there was no one at Hawkins Hell that was worthy of his forgiveness. 

“Not even your friends?” 

“If I had an issue with one of my friends we’d talk about it.” Eddie looked at you, hoping that you’d get the hint. He just needed one reason, a single reason why you didn’t like him so that he could file you away with all the other people in this town. 

He tried to pinpoint the expression on your face. Surprise, or maybe embarrassment for being called out? Whatever it was, Eddie had struck a nerve and he knew it. 

Stacy, the busybody, interjected before you could say anything and promptly shoo’d him away when he declined to join them. 

The rest of the school day went by as usual. He did get caught trying to skip last period but as he was already serving Benson after school, he was let off with a warning this time. Eddie was beginning to suspect that the teachers here were growing bored of targeting him, especially with graduation looming over the horizon.

Eddie pushed aside his pride as he pulled your desk towards his as the two of you worked on the test. He tried to ignore your presence, pretending he was a wizard deep in study as the two of you poured over the books. He tried to imagine you as a toad, but your hair looked (and smelled) too nice for that. A cat would have to do. Eddie wasn’t particularly fond of cats, but they always seemed to like him better than anyone. 

With the test turned in, and with his dismissal, Eddie booked it out of the classroom with you not too far behind. He made sure to give you the slip, not wanting to be more of a thing than necessary. 

Outside, it was pouring rain and he was parked on the far side of the parking lot and he really wasn’t in the mood to get drenched or struck by lightning. So he figured he could dick around school while teachers and clubs continued their more voluntary after school activities save for the detention room where Eddie passed by and waved with a wiggle of his fingers to the teacher. 

He supposed it would have been too much to ask that the rest of his day could go by without incident. 

“Forget about the freaks, I need your help!”

What the fuck had that been about? Everything had happened so fast, he barely had time to register it until him and Dustin had been out of Danny’s sight. The cause of the fight didn’t matter, Danny had probably said something stupid and Dustin had said something too smart for his own good and Eddie had shown up seconds after Dustin had been slammed into a locker. 

It had been a while since someone had picked on his friends. Eddie had made a point to be such a spectacle that the worst that they could expect most of the time was a snide remark or a look. No one wanted to fight someone who they thought was genuinely out of his mind. 

The incident would have been unremarkable if you hadn’t shown up, drenched to the bone and screaming about homework. You looked almost as insane as he had felt. Was that your way of trying to help, or were you that shook up about your school work that you demanded help from someone who had probably never even opened a book before? 

“That’s the girl that keeps staring at you.” Dustin said, once they were out of the way. “Guess she saved our asses.”

“Right. Saved.” Eddie said, not fully convinced. He had met a lot of people in this small town, but none of them were as confusing as you. 

Once Dustin was safely in his mom’s car, Eddie ran through the rain to get into his van where he cranked up the stereo as loud as it could, hoping to drown out his thoughts. If that didn’t work then a sample of his stash at home would. 

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Eddie would know Kenny’s copy of The Shady Dragon Inn anywhere. The edges were singed from the time the original dungeon master decided it would look cool to set the front cover on fire a little to give it the feel of having been burned by a dragon. There were tears and creases and notes all over the pages from past campaigns, and it filled Eddie with nostalgia for his first party with Kenny and Ronnie and the others. 

This module was less of an adventure and more of a guide for DMs to create NPCs with a few pre-generated ones, as well as a layout for the titular Inn. Eddie would never admit it, but creating NPCs could feel monotonous and was his least favorite part of creating his campaigns. He’d rather be designing villains and crafting dungeons and puzzles and monsters. Besides, there were a few in here that Kenny had used before that he thought would work for the next adventure. 

The last time he had seen this book it had been sitting on the dining room table at Kenny’s place over winter break when they had met up to shoot the shit. So how was it now sitting on his desk in the middle of school? Eddie doubted that his kid brother knew his schedule well enough to plant the book and he had thought Kenny would be showing up this week for Hellfire just to say hi. 

Forgot to give this to you yesterday. 

The sticky note that was slapped onto the front cover wasn’t signed, but Eddie had seen enough of your handwriting the other day to know it was yours. How the hell had you got your hands on this?

Every time Eddie thought he was going to leave you alone, you pulled him back in. 

This time, when he offered to carry your books, you didn’t stare at him so dumbfoundedly. You just nodded, and kept your head down at the floor as you two walked. 

“Where’d you get this?” Eddie asked, holding up the module. 

“I met your friend while talking to Zack.” you said, looking like you had personal beef with the linoleum. “He wanted to drop it off to you and I said I could hand it over. Then you ran off before I could.”

It was as good a reason as any. 

“You didn’t read any of it, did you?” Eddie asked, his voice overly suspicious for dramatic effect. “It’s full of dark magic and satanic spells. Really intense stuff.” 

“I opened it out of curiosity and my wrist started hurting again.” your voice was deadpan. “I told my mother and she took me to a priest who immediately performed an exorcism. I am no longer allowed to have pea soup.” 

Eddie laughed, genuinely laughed harder than he meant to. He threw his head back like a little kid, and the sound of his mirth echoed through the hallways and forgot that he didn’t know what your deal was with him. In a moment like this he could pretend that you two could have been friends. 

For a second, he wished you two were, unknowing in that moment you were wishing for the same thing. 

“I didn’t read it.” you lied after his laughter had died down. You juggled your books as you swapped them out at your locker and grabbed your lunch box. Eddie would never know that you had rushed your math homework this morning at school before handing off a copy to Danny, as you had stayed up far too late reading the module and taking notes. 

“Good, I’d hate to be the one to corrupt your pure soul.” Eddie said, which made you snort loudly in turn. 

“Good, because I’m saving that for someone special.” you said, looking at him for a moment before realizing you were mad at the dirty floor and looking away. You were quiet for a few seconds, and Eddie was about to say something before you spoke up again. “Sorry about yesterday. I panicked.” 

Once again, you were apologizing but he wasn’t sure what exactly for. Was it for calling him and Dustin freaks? Probably not, that was just true. 

“Guess you really needed that homework, huh?” Eddie asked. 

You just shrugged, with a nonchalance reminiscent of how he’d responded a few days ago when you were asking about where he lived. He knew a touchy subject when he saw it.

“He’s not hurt is he?” you asked. “Your friend, I mean. The freshman.” 

“Henderson? He’s fine. He’s a fighter.” Well, technically he was a bard which didn’t exactly have the best hit points. But the kid was scrappy, and had faced worse bully encounters. 

“That’s good.” you sighed. 

“He says you saved his ass.” Eddie said casually. “If you hadn’t shown up and freaked out things might have been ugly.” 

Your face scrunched up. “Well, glad I could help. Danny’s an idiot. It was a crap shoot if he even knew what the homework was.” 

Once again, Eddie delivered you to Stacy and declined her invitation to sit with them. For a moment, he considered taking up her offer just to see what you would do. He imagined the faces you’d make if he sat across from you and Stacy; if you had been that mad at the floor just from him walking next to you, then you’d probably end up burning a hole in your lunch by sitting with you. 

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With the final bell of the day rung, Eddie found himself walking into Benson’s class with you as the last student staggered out. The two of you sat at the front desks, waiting for your marching orders. 

After a few minutes, Ms. Benson looked up at the two of you. “What are you two doing here?” she asked. 

Eddie looked at you, and then back to Ms. Benson. “We’re here to help with Spring Day?” It was more of a question than an answer. 

“Hm? Oh, no you’re not.” she said. “That’s what the Student Council is for.” 

This time you and Eddie looked at each other, and you spoke up. “But you said that if we helped you’d give us extra credit.” 

“No.” Ms. Benson said again. “That wouldn’t be allowed. I had you two come to do personal detention to make up work. That’s all. You two can go now.” 

“This was detention?” you asked. 

“Am I still banned from Spring Day?” Eddie added. “And what was all that work for anyway?” 

Ms. Benson sighed deeply and spoke slowly. “I would never have any of my students take over any part of planning a school event if they were not part of the student council. Even if I did I would never give them a task that I, myself, was given. You two are done. Go.”

Neither of you needed to be told twice. The two of you got up and left the room quickly, closing the door behind you. 

“....Did she just pawn her work onto us?” you asked, looking at him with so much confusion that your issues with him or the floor were ignored for the moment. 

“Yup.” Eddie said, shaking his head with a chuckle. 

You rubbed your face, looking out a deep sigh. “At least we did get some extra credit?” 

“Looks like I’m still banned from Spring Day.” 

“Is it really that fun anyway? None of the places we called seemed... fun.” you said. 

“It’s more fun than sitting in detention all day.” Eddie replied. “I was just gonna skip anyway.” 

“I guess we’re done then.” Did you sound disappointed? Must be his imagination. 

The two of you walked in silence to the parking lot. Eddie found himself unusually quiet, reflecting over the last few afternoons with you. He would be the first to deny it, but he was almost disappointed. When the two of you were alone, you were nice to be around. 

“Ah. Well, shit.” 

Eddie looked at you, and then followed your gaze to the parking lot where he saw Stacy riding off  with Chrissy Cunningham. 

“I take it that was your ride?” Eddie asked. 

“Not officially,” you sighed. “Thought I’d catch her before she left. I wouldn’t wanna be the third wheel anyway.” 

Third wheel? Chrissy’s sparkly signature on your cast didn’t give off ‘third wheel’ to him. 

Eddie considered leaving you here, you probably had a ride home with your parents later in the day. 

“Need a ride?” he asked, not knowing which answer he wanted from you. 

“I... really?” you looked up at him. “I’m in the opposite direction of Forest Hills.” 

It would be so easy to decline, rescind his offer. 

“I’m going that way anyway.” Eddie shrugged, lying through his teeth. “I need to swing by somewhere first anyway if you don’t mind.”

If he scrounged up some change, he could make a quick stop. 

“I’d honestly really appreciate it.” you said, sounding genuine. “I don’t mind if you need to stop somewhere. I’d rather be anywhere else right now.”

Taking to heart that you meant the school and not his presence, he led you to his van. He strode forwards faster, using the distance to shove some things into the back seat as quickly as possible so that there was room for you. His van was messier than usual, it usually was in the colder months and he’d been telling himself for weeks that he’d clean it soon. 

You didn’t say a word or make a face as you hopped into the passenger side seat. Eddie’s van made a startling noise before coming to life and you winced as his radio blasted music on max volume. 

Eddie quickly scrambled to turn it down to a level more reasonable for normal ears, and you relaxed a little. 

“What are we listening to?” you asked, glancing down at the small stack of tapes on his center console. 

“It’s a mix tape I’m working on for Dustin.” Eddie said. “Only the first side is done.” 

“The freshman from the other day?”

“Yeah, I’ve been giving him a good lesson in rock and metal.” 

“What about minerals or crystals?” 

It took a moment for your joke to register completely with Eddie, and he stared at you for a moment. “No.” he said bluntly. 

“I thought witches liked crystals!” 

“Witches aren’t a playable class. Wizard would be the closest, maybe a mage.” Eddie said. “There might be a specialist wizard that would use crystals as components. Some spells might need them.” 

“Your game is a lot of work, huh?” you asked. “There’s a lot to remember.” 

Once again, you were showing interest in his game. There had to be some common ground there and once again, Eddie was never the type to turn down earnest questions about the game that gave him a feeling of belonging. 

“Oh yeah.” he agreed, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it into the back seat. “It’s easier if you’re just a player, but when you’re running the game you have to remember everything else.”

“Are those real?” you asked suddenly. “Your tattoos, I mean.” 

Eddie looked down and held out his arm towards you. “They better be with what I had to pay for them.” he said. Tattooing was technically illegal in Indiana, and so he had to really search for someone who was willing and able to mark him up. He had to pay and barter his way through what he currently had. 

Your hand was hesitant and surprisingly gentle as you touched the ink Wyvern on his arm. There weren’t exactly a ton of people in Hawkins with any kind of tattoos, as they didn’t really reflect the wholesome image of an upstanding citizen. 

“Did they hurt?” You asked, looking closer at his arm, as if you were really taking in the details. 

“The one on my collarbone hurt like a bitch.” Eddie admitted, pulling his shirt down to show off the black widow. 

“I like the bats.” you said. “I think they look badass.”

“They were the easiest ones for me.” Eddie said, trying not to look too pleased with the compliments. 

“They look better than a bunch of random signatures.” you said, touching the cast on your arm. Eddie looked it over, and remembered the thick expo marker he had jacked from one of his classes. 

“How attached to Jason Carver’s name are you?” Eddie asked. 

“Not at all. I didn’t have a choice with that one. Chrissy wanted to sign it and he was there so...” 

“Perfect.” Eddie grabbed the marker and pulled off the cap with his teeth as he pulled your cast towards him. “Any requests? Should be easy enough to cover up.”

“I- anything. Dealer’s choice.” There was a challenge in your eyes that Eddie wasn’t about to turn down. 

Being careful not to cause any harm to your wrist, he made quick work of scribbling a couple of bats on your arm over Jasons’s name. It wasn’t his best work; the texture of the plaster of your cast wasn’t exactly the easiest to draw on, but he managed. The result was a colony of bats, with one turned into a dragon for good measure*. 

When he released your arm, you took a look down at it and smiled- one of those real smiles that you had given him a few days ago. You were attractive when your face was relaxed like that. 

“So, am I a badass spawn of Satan, now?” you asked with a look in your eyes that gave Eddie a weird but excited feeling in his chest. 

“Not exactly, but if you walk around with that you might end up a social pariah which is a good starting point.” He shrugged, finally starting to pull out of the parking lot. 

“I guess I’ll have to start somewhere.” 

The two of you were a few blocks away from the school when Eddie had an idea. If you were really interested in the game and being a Spawn of Satan and his game, he should take you to the next best thing to Hellfire Club.   

Eddie pulled into the parking lot of the shopping center, not noticing how quiet you had suddenly become. He didn’t always have the cash to get something from the game shop, but- “I need to pick up some dice anyway, I think one of the freshmen is eating mine. Let’s go.” 

“No.” 

Eddie looked over at you and you were looking guilty, like you’d rather be anywhere else. You had your head down again, now deciding that the old can of TAB near your foot was the real problem. 

“There’s not gonna be anyone in there. It’s usually just Chris working.” Eddie said. “He’s kind of an ass, but-”

“I can’t.” your voice sounded a bit choked. “You go ahead. I’ll guard the car.” 

“Are you-”

“Dude, just go. It’s fine.” You snapped. 

It was the most openly hostile you had been to his face, and Eddie felt a flare of anger in him and he got out of the van. He was pissed as he got the dice, and pissed as he drove you back home in silence. 

Fine, he tried. With you it was one step forward and a mile back. You could hang out in private but wouldn’t date to be seen with him anywhere else. 

You gave him directions to your home, and there were times where you looked like you wanted to say something but couldn’t. 

When he finally pulled up into your driveway, you hopped out fast but didn’t close the door yet. You didn’t look at him when you spoke. 

“Sorry. I just- I can’t go in there. It’s not you.” 

“Right.” Eddie said, not believing you. He was starting to get annoyed at your constant apologizing. You’d say something, then apologize, and then the cycle would repeat. 

“I mean it!” you looked up at him. “I- I just can’t go in there.”  

“Why not?” Eddie said. 

You looked guilty again, and your looked like you were going to panic at the question. 

“Don’t worry about it.” He finally said, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll see you around, I guess.” 

You closed the door without protest, and you watched as he drove away. He saw you through his mirrors as he drove down the street and you looked... bad. For a moment he felt like he was making a mistake, but when you kept insulting him and turning around to apologize... what was he supposed to do? He’d seen this pattern before. 

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“Stacy.... What the fuck is wrong with me?” 

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Avenger!Agatha 2.0 x Fem!reader

Word count: 5,208

Content warning(s): MDNI; This is the most depressing oneshot I've ever written, heavy angst, reader gets blipped, majorly depressed Agatha, sedative use

Summary: Agatha Harkness has been through many harrowing events in her long life--her own execution, the loss of her child, and now, the blip that wipes out half of all living creatures.

A/N: Hi! I had a super vivid dream where I wrote this prompt and I just couldn't not write it. This is ofc set during Infinity War/Endgame so this is a different Avenger!Agatha (hence the 2.0). Our original Avenger!Agatha and Avenger!reader are still domestic and happy in NYC with the team and their baby. Also thank you to @sweetmidnights for giving me heartbreaking ideas to add to this oneshot.

Official song for this oneshot is In the Stars by Benson Boone

Spotify playlist I listened to

Masterlist

Part 2 (coming soon)

London, 2018

“Agatha, dinner’s going to burn!”

Your laughter in the kitchen can be heard from every room in the rental house as you’re hoisted up onto the counter. Agatha’s lips kiss endlessly over your face and neck. 

“That’s alright,” she mutters. Her breathy words over your skin makes your hair stand up and she grins. “We’ll go out. We’re on vacation. You shouldn’t even be cooking.”

“Well excuse me–oh!” You gasp as her teeth bite and her hand slips under your shirt. You continue, words slower this time. “Excuse me for–wanting a home cooked meal instead of–fuck–pub food again.”

“Honey, you–”

“Ow!” As your head tips back and you go to brace yourself on the counter, your hand lands right on top of the hot stove. You jump out of your skin and jerk your hand back, sticking the burned portion into your mouth as Agatha laughs.

“Are you okay?” she snorts.

“No!” you cry. “I’m not okay! I just burned my fucking flesh on the stove!”

She kisses the pout off of your lips and takes your hand, covering it with both of hers. There’s a dim purple light and a feeling of warmth encapsulates your hand. When Agatha opens her hands, the irritated, red skin has returned to normal.

“There,” she says, and presses a small kiss to your palm. “All better.”

As painful as it is, reality beckons. You should know by now that with your job, a vacation will never truly be a vacation. A single phone call pops your blissful, domestic bubble.

When you see the contact, you groan. “Hello?”

“You still in London?” Steve’s voice on the other line is hard.

Still on the counter, one of your arms is wrapped around Agatha’s shoulders as she nuzzles into your neck. Her lips place scattered kisses on your neck, unrelenting as you try to focus on the phone call.

“Yeah,” you say, trying to steady your voice as Agatha’s teeth start nipping. “Why? Wh–Agatha, stop,” you hiss–which she ignores. “What’s wrong?”

“We’re at the Compound. Wanda and Vision were attacked in Scotland,” he says.

Your stomach drops. “Wait, what? What do you mean?”

When Agatha hears the panic in your voice she straightens up. “What’s wrong?”

“Wanda and Vision were attacked in Scotland,” you say quickly.

“I need you and Harkness at the jet hangar,” Steve says. “I’m sending you a car in the morning. We’ll meet you in Wakanda.”

“Wait, what? That’s all–!”

He hangs up without another word.

“What’s happening?” Agatha asks.

“I don’t know. I’m gonna go pack our stuff,” you sigh, hopping off the counter. You place a tired kiss on Agatha’s cheek as you pass her. “Steve’s sending a car in the morning to take us to Wakanda. Our vacation is officially over.”

When you land on the tarmac in Wakanda, the whole team–minus Tony and Peter–are waiting for you. You hug Wanda tightly, holding her out at arms length to look over her.

“Are you okay?” you ask. “Steve told us what happened.”

“I’m fine,” she says. “Thank you.”

Steve greets you both with a warm, “Here’s your earpiece." He hands you one each with a flat smile before everyone is escorted inside.

The information relayed to you and Agatha almost gives you a headache. “So, Thanos is coming here to wipe out the whole planet?” you ask Bruce.

“No,” he says, walking with you through the corridor. “Just half. He’s trying to get all the Infinity stones. And when he does he’ll be able to manipulate reality as he wants.”

“Like wiping out half of all living things,” Agatha sighs.

Bruce grimaces. “Yep. And two of the stones are here on Earth.”

“Which ones?” you ask.

“The Time Stone is with Dr. Strange and the Mind Stone…” Two large doors in front of you are pulled open by guards, and the view in front of you is harrowing. Vision lays on the table as a woman examines his mechanical structure. Bruce sighs, “...Is in Vision’s head.”

“Of course it is,” Agatha huffs. 

An alarm sounds through Kimoyo Beads. Okoye’s palm spreads out in front of her and a white hologram of the planet is displayed. Small blinking dots surround your location and her expression is grim.

“Something’s entered the atmosphere.”

Sam’s muffled voice is heard through the earpiece. “Hey, Cap, we got a situation out here.”

“I should’ve known this was gonna happen,” Agatha mutters under her breath.

And then a loud explosion. 

When you rush to the window, you see a ball of fire and smoke on top of the forcefield, and in the distance, fifteen or so more. They begin hitting the ground outside of the dome, and despite there being a forcefield, the shockwaves are still strong enough to be felt. The trees around the dome begin to catch fire and the forcefield lights up blue as it protects the citizens from the adversaries. 

“It’s too late,” Vision says, standing up “We need to destroy the stone now.”

Nat turns her head quickly. “Vision, get your ass back on that table, now.”

“Wanda,” Steve says, “as soon as that stone is out of his head, you blow it to hell.”

Wanda’s face is hard and filled with determination. “I will.”

Wakandan warriors stand in battle formation. At the frontlines, you stand tall with Agatha, watching as some kind of alien quadrupeds surround the perimeter. 

“You know, we’re supposed to be on the West End seeing Hamilton tonight” Agatha grumbles.

You chuckle. “Seeing the West End production of Hamilton would be much better than this.”

As the forcefield opens slowly and the aliens rush through, you rise off the ground with Agatha following. You have a birds eye view of the field now–the trees beyond the dome rustle violently as the quadrupeds sprint forward and there are even more being deployed by the spaceship.

Battle cries are shouted as every man and woman charge toward the enemy. It’s easy at first, simply flinging the animals into the air or throwing them to the side. But at the speed they’re charging, and at the speed they’re multiplying, it becomes exhausting. 

You lose track of Agatha quickly when you’re on the ground. The Outriders are quick, and even with help from Nat, they’re still almost overpowering. To your right, in the near distance, you see Bucky being tackled to the ground.

Orange glows around the alien as you lift it off of him and throw it far into the distance. You walk up to him, lean down, and pick up his gun, handing it to him without a word.

“Thanks,” he huffs.

You offer him your hand to help him stand. “You’re welcome.”

When you’re up in the air again, you get the briefest flash of Agatha before you’re knocked to the ground. There’s a rumbling beneath the ground, vibrating through your chest, and when you pick yourself up, heading towards you is a row of threshers.

 They’re fast, rolling over everything in their path and sparing no one and nothing. You get up quickly, searching the field desperately for Agatha, and even when you’re in the air, you can’t seem to find her. But the threshers aren’t stopping, and soldiers are being killed left and right, and–they’re glowing red.

Your head turns quickly. “Wanda, what are you doing here?” you shout.

“Go!” she yells. “I’ve got them!”

As the threshers speed away behind you, you drop back to the ground, sticking by Nat’s side. Through the herds of disgusting quadrupeds, you cover each other's backs closely. 

The entire time you’re fighting, you’re also searching for Agatha. She doesn’t tend to stay on the ground during these things, and if she’s in the air, it’s pretty easy to keep track of her. 

Through your mixed thoughts, you’re caught off guard and tackled into a ditch made by a thresher. The Outrider shrieks at you, hot spit splattering your face as you struggle beneath it. And then a blade is driven right through it. The beast goes limp on top of you and you heave it over as you roll onto your side.

You sneer and take Nat’s hand as you stand up. “These things are fucking disgusting. Thank you.”

“Hey, guys, we got a Vision situation here.” Sam’s voice is crackly through the earpiece, and you can just barely hear Wanda respond before she’s cut off with a grunt.

You can see her just a bit away, laying on the ground in pain. “Nat! She’s over here!”

“Go find Vision!” she calls. “I’ll help Maximoff!”

You carve a path through the quadrupeds as you fly low to the ground, still in search for Agatha. In the distance, the surrounding woods are aflame, but the aliens have seemed to have fallen back. You venture further and run straight into Steve.

“Rogers!” you call out. “Have you found Vision?” 

There’s a low, gravelly voice nearby.

“I thought you were a formidable machine,” he says. “But you’re dying like any man.”

You and Steve run at a full sprint toward the man–or whatever he is–standing over Vision. Steve tackles him to the ground and before he can get up, orange strings of magic wrap around him. They lift him up in the air before slamming him back down on the hard earth. 

Your name is called out by Steve, and you have less than a second to catch the spear he throws at you. And when you do, you drive it straight through the man’s chest.

The two of you run back over to Vision. His red is turning dull now and his chest is flickering from the stab wound. 

“You’re gonna be okay,” Steve pants. He looks up at you and nods. “Secure the perimeter, make sure no one gets their hands on this stone.”

Loud footsteps are heard and Wanda comes barreling through the brush, dropping to her knees in front of Vision. “Are you okay?”

You do as Steve says and guards the perimeter of this small sanctuary made for Vision. It’s quite out in the woods, but it’s no longer peaceful. It’s eerie. It’s unnerving. 

Steve’s voice crackles in your earpiece. “Everyone, on my position. We have incoming.”

You’re in between Wanda and Vision with Steve now, and through the brush and trees you can see the rest of the team too. But not Agatha.

A calm, but disquieting breeze starts to pick up. Everyone’s looking around–at the sky, in the trees–for any sign of commotion. 

A small orb of blue light forms in mid air, surrounded by gray clouds as it grows bigger and bigger. And when it reaches its full size, he steps out.

“That’s him,” Bruce says in the earpiece. “That’s Thanos.”

Steve activates his arm shields. “Eyes up. Stay sharp.” And with no hesitation, he makes a direct run for Thanos. 

Bruce is before him charging at him with full force, but he turns blue and transparent, and is lodged into a rock wall. You follow Steve, gaining air advantage, but before you can even reach Thanos, a purple light is thrusted upon you. It knocks every breath of air from your lungs as you’re launched into a tree, gasping in pain as you lay on the ground.

Your head is fuzzy, but you climb back up on your feet and make another run for Thanos, and in your peripheral vision, you finally see her. Agatha’s doing the same thing as you, as the rest of the team. Even when you’re knocked back a second time, you get up–even if you struggle. But when the Mind Stone is shattered, nobody gets up.

You lay on your back, struggling to breathe, but you still manage to roll onto your side and get up. Everyone watches as Thanos turns back the clock and takes the Mind Stone for himself. Wanda lays on the ground, unable to pick herself up, and just a few yards away Agatha is starting to sit up again.

But the Mind Stone has been placed in the gauntlet. 

And there’s a bright flash and loud crack of lightning as Thor rains down his fury, right into Thanos’s chest.

He groans, and mutters something to Thor, and then, with a loud snap, there’s a bright flash of light and a wave of energy.

You get up quickly and rush over to Agatha, but you stop abruptly.

Because something doesn’t feel right.

“Agatha.”

She runs to you. 

She runs quicker than her feet can carry her.

Just in time for her arms to wrap around you and bring you gently to the ground.

The birds are no longer singing. Around you, the people you’ve known and loved for the past decade are crumpling and turning to ash. 

You lay across her lap, watching as pieces of you flake away. Your throat tightens and you see Agatha holding back her own tears and failing.

“Oh, god, no,” she chokes out. “No, no, no, no!”

You can already hear the grief thick in her throat, straining her voice and rouging her cheeks. You can’t tell whose tear it is, but Agatha’s thumb reaches down and wipes it off your cheek.

“I don’t wanna die,” you rasp. Your fingers claw at her jacket, desperate to stay in her arms. “I don’t wanna leave you, Agatha.”

Her hand softly strokes your hairline. “Don’t worry about me,” she sniffles. “It’ll be okay.  

You nod your head lightly. “Okay…I love you,” you mutter.

And you can see it in her eyes. She wants to deny the whole thing. She doesn’t want to face the truth that she’s going to lose for good. But more and more pieces of you are flaking away. More and more of you is slipping through her grasp. 

“I love you,” Agatha sobs, and presses a wet, teary kiss to your forehead. “I love you so much.”

Her hands, rough and calloused to others, but soft and warm to you, hold you tightly against her chest. You can feel her fingers digging at your scalp as she weeps into your hair.

“I love you more than anything in this world,” she mutters into your hairline. You watch as your feet disappear, and Agatha pulls away. Her hand is on your forehead, thumb stroking along your brow as she talks quietly to you. 

“It’s okay,” she sniffles, lip trembling uncontrollably. Her voice is thick as your hips flake away. “You’ll be okay.” Your torso is now gone. 

She sees the panic in your eyes. She sees every single day you’ve been with her. She sees every moment you’ve taken care of her when she wasn’t able to take care of herself. 

Making sure she’s eaten.

Cooking because you know she’s not the best at it, and gets impatient even when scrambling eggs. 

Drawing her a bath after a long day and remembering her favorite bath oils.

And when she asked you why–why you cook for her, why you wash her hair when she’s too tired to, why you do any of it–you responded with a kiss on her nose and a smile. 

“Agatha, I love you. And when you love someone, you take care of them.”

The words are quiet, but they reach you as Agatha tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “…I’ll be okay. You don’t have to worry.”  

As your chest disappears she leans down quickly and kisses you one last time on the lips. “I love you.”

And that’s the end.

When she opens her eyes she’s staring at her lap. 

Her jacket is weightless.

Her hands are limp, and holding nothing but the remnants of your ashes in them. 

__________

It’s been just over three weeks.

Governments are in shambles.

Communities are collapsing.

But Agatha is quiet.

Agatha’s world has completely crumbled.

The only time she leaves her room is to go to the bathroom. When she showers, they’re hours long in scalding hot water. She doesn’t go down to the compound’s kitchen. She doesn’t go to any common areas. She doesn’t talk.

She lays in bed, day after day, curled into a ball and clutching your pillow to her chest. She stares anywhere but at the picture of you on her nightstand–the ceiling, the wall, the unpacked suitcase from your trip to London, where a tiny ring box sits inside.

Her tears never dry. Every part of you has influenced her life in ways she didn’t realize.

The way she folds her clothes–which now sit in heaps on the floor.

The way she makes the bed–which she now never leaves.

Even the TV in your once shared room stays on–because when you were around, it was never off. She found the idea of background noise silly, but now the room is far too quiet.

So the TV stays on.

When Agatha sleeps, it’s not for long. Dreams are vivid–the good, but mostly the bad. She sees you almost every night.

She sees you in the kitchen.

She sees you smiling and laughing.

Small feels kisses on her cheek.

She feels the touch of your hand in hers.

And then she feels the pile of your ashes in her palms, and she sees your face flake away and disappear for good.

When she wakes up, she’s screaming and sweat soaks through her shirt.

She can still feel the gritty ash and dust clinging to her palms as she rubs them together, scratching and sobbing as she tries to erase the feeling.

But it never works.

In a last ditch effort, she goes to the bathroom and runs her hands under the searing hot water until they’re red and irritated–but the gritty feeling no longer remains, and that’s what matters.

__________

It’s late at night when Tony’s brought back to Earth. 

What remains of the Avengers–minus Agatha–sit at a round table. Holograms are projected and a picture of each Avengers’ face is shown. 

“World governments are collapsing,” Nat explains now. “And the parts that are still working are to take a census, and it looks like he did…exactly like he said he would do. Thanos wiped out fifty percent of all living creatures.”

“Where is he now?” Tony asks. “Where?”

Steve leans against another table in the room, arms crossed and a sullen look on his face. “We don’t know. He opened a portal and walked through.”

When your headshot is shown, Tony sighs. “How’s Harkness holding up? I notice she’s not down here.”

“She hasn’t been down here in weeks,” Nat says solemnly. “She won’t come out of her room or eat–and when she does it’s not much.”

“I guess that’s what happens when you’ve known someone for a century,” Tony says. “Has anybody tried talking to her?”

“Yeah,” Nat sighs. “But she doesn’t listen.”

Tony scoffs. “She didn’t listen even when she wasn’t grieving,” 

“We’ve been hunting him for weeks,” Steve continues. “Deep space cams, satellites, we got nothing. Tony, you fought him.”

Tony’s head jerks toward Steve. “Who told you that? I didn’t fight him. He wiped my face with a planet while the Bleeker Street magician gave away the store. That’s what happened. There was no fight, ‘cause he’s not beatable.”

“Did he give you any clues?” Steve asks, and both of them are becoming increasingly frustrated. “Any coordinates, anything at all?”

Tony sputters. “I saw this coming a few years back. I had a vision. I thought I was dreaming.”

“Tony, I’m gonna need you to focus,” Steve huffs. 

Tony’s jaw clenches as he stares at Steve with sunken eyes. “And I needed you. As in, past tense. That trumps what you need. It’s too late, buddy.”

__________

The morning light is peeking through the curtains drawn tight over the windows. The TV is bright, with a rerun of your favorite sitcom playing.

“You need to eat something, Agatha.” There’s a plate of eggs, toast, and bacon in front of her. Natasha kneels at the bedside as Agatha stares off into space, clinging to your pillow. Her voice is soft, but there’s a twinge of begging as she continues. “You haven’t left your room in weeks, we’re worried about you.”

Agatha’s eyes are puffy and red after being pulled from a nightmare just an hour before. “Get out,” she mumbles, not making eye contact.

“No,” Nat says. “Not this time. It’s been three weeks, you need to get out of bed.” When Agatha doesn’t respond, Natasha huffs. “In two hours, we’re leaving Earth to kill Thanos.”

That grabs her attention. She doesn’t move, but her eyes finally meet Nat’s. “What?”

“We’ve been tracking the Infinity Stones,” Nat continues. “They were last used on some planet that Nebula said Thanos was going to.”

“Who the fuck is Nebula?” Agatha asks, voice thick and face puffy from crying. 

Nat sighs. “It doesn’t matter. The point is…we’re killing Thanos. And when we do, we’re going to use the Infinity Stones to bring everyone back.”

“Everyone?” Agatha whispers.

Nat nods her head. “Everyone.”

Agatha slowly sits up, setting your pillow aside with a sniffle before picking the plate up. She takes a few bites of eggs, a nibble of toast, and eats one strip of bacon before setting it on the nightstand. When she stands up, there’s a newfound motivation in her bones. She wipes her tears with her sleeve and walks past Nat with her chin held high.

“Alright,” she says. “Let’s go kill Thanos.”

When Natasha leaves and Agatha is dressed, she stares at the bedroom. For the first time in weeks, she starts cleaning. She folds her laundry the way you used to–the way you’ll start doing again when you’re back. She cleans off the nightstand and dusts the frame that holds your picture, and her fingers trace over your features as she smiles sadly.

The final thing she does is make the bed. She makes the bed, because if she doesn’t, you’d bicker about it when you get home. And when she finishes–when the floor is clean, and the curtains are open, and the bed is made–she stands in the doorway looking at her work. 

You’ll be back soon enough. And when you get home, she’ll gather you in her arms and press kiss after kiss to your face. She’ll laugh and cry, and she won't let go of you once. She’ll cook you your favorite meal, even though she knows you’ll end up taking over. And you’ll eat it in bed with a cheap bottle of wine on the nightstand. When you get home, life will be worth living again.

When you get home.

What a beautiful thought.

__________

“Okay, who here hasn’t been to space?” Rocket asks.

Sitting in Rocket’s ship, Agatha raises her hand with Nat, Steve, and Rhodes. 

Rocket glares at them. “You better not throw up on my ship.”

Nebula’s hand lands hard on the arm of her chair. "Approaching jump in three…”

Everyone braces for the count down.

“...Two…”

Agatha grips the arms of her chair tightly.

“...One.”

There’s a loud rumble and a boom as the ship flies forward. Planets and galaxies whiz past with bursts of purples and blues. When the ship stops, everything is quiet, and through the window, a large planet with rings can be seen.

Carol leaves the ship immediately and her voice sounds over the speakers. “I’ll head down for recon.” It takes less than five minutes for Carol to return. “No satellites. No ships. No armies. No ground defenses of any kind. It’s just him.”

The air is warm and humid. Greenery and plantlife span for hundreds of miles. Everybody’s quiet as Steve goes over the plan.

“Only when Carol attacks do we go in,” he says sternly. “Once she has him, then we move.”

Bruce and Rhodes are positioned under the house, while the rest are surrounding the perimeter. Agatha can feel every ounce of grief and anger taking hold of her magic as she watches Carol shoot down from the sky.

And when she bursts through the side of the bungalow, everyone moves. Agatha throws the door open violently, jaw clenched as her hands wave and strings of purple light wrap tightly around Thanos. Bruce breaks through the ground with Rhodes and they both grab an arm, and before anything else can register Thor breaks through the ceiling and cuts the Infinity Gauntlet off.

Thanos screams in pain as Steve and Natasha walk in, but as they do, Rocket rolls the gauntlet over.

They’re gone.

The stones are nowhere to be found.

Steve looks at Thanos with nothing but hatred in his eyes. “Where are they?”

Carol tightens her chokehold on Thanos. “Answer the question,” she seethes, and Agatha’s magic wraps tighter and tighter around him.

“The universe required correction,” Thanos rasps. “After that, the stones served no purpose beyond temptation.”

“You murdered trillions!” Bruce shouts, and pushes him across the room.

Agatha’s quick on her feet, stepping forward and binding his arms to his body. Her anger is unshakeable. Her hope is shattered. And now, her hand reaches out as a band of thick purple magic glows around Thanos’s throat.

“You should be grateful!” Thanos chokes out, and Agatha’s hand tightens. 

She smiles wickedly as her hand closes further, taking immense pleasure in watching him struggle. “Where are the stones?” she snarls.

“Gone,” Thanos chokes out. “Reduced to atoms.”

“You used them two days ago!” Bruce yells.

Thanos groans in Agatha’s hold. “I used the stones to destroy the stones. It nearly killed me. But the work is done.” Thanos looks at Agatha again and there’s a glint of amusement in his eyes. “And it always will be. I am inevitable.”

Agatha sneers, tears prickling her eyes as her fist closes more and Thanos squirms. “If the stones didn’t kill you, I will.”

“Wait!” Rhodes says.

Agatha snaps her head toward him and there’s venom in her eyes. “What?”

“We have to tear this place apart,” he says. “He has to be lying.”

“No,” Nebula says softly. “My father is many things, but a liar is not one of them.”

Thanos looks at Nebula, his eyes melting as he talks. “Thank you, daughter. Perhaps I judged you too harshly.”

But Nebula doesn’t respond, and nobody gets the chance to. Because in less than a second, his decapitated head is laying on the ground. His eyes, still open, stare up at Agatha as her lip trembles. She drops her hands and the glowing purple threads around him vanish and his body drops to the floor, limp.

“What did you do?” Rocket mumbles.

Thor stands there, nostrils flared, and hands clutching his axe tightly. “I went for the head.”

Agatha stares at her room–the room that you’re supposed to be back in right now. Her hand cups her mouth as tears slip down her cheeks. The door shuts and she walks further in–the bed made just for you, laundry folded the way you would’ve folded it, your phone on your nightstand, plugged into the charger with a full battery.

She sits down on the bed, her head in her hands as she sobs. “No, no, no, no!”

The TV was never turned off. Through her heavy breathing and tears, she can hear the soft voices and laugh tracks. And it’s too much.

Agatha stands up and reaches for the lamp on the nightstand. She throws it as hard as she can toward the TV, missing it by inches. 

She screams as she throws more objects–bottles of perfume from the dresser shatter against the wall, books from the shelf are scattered around the room, clothes are pulled out of the dresser, and then, without thinking, her hand lands on a picture frame.

Her eyes land on your face and she stops just as she’s about to throw it across the room. She lets out a loud sob as she holds it tight against her chest, knees starting to shake as she hyperventilates as falls to the floor. She lays on her side, spit dripping from her lip and tears flowing steadily down her temple. 

Agatha doesn’t move. She lays there, light headed and holding the picture of you to her chest. When there’s a knock at the door, she doesn’t get up.

Even when the familiar voices ring out on the other side.

“Agatha?” Nat calls out.

There’s another knock and Steve’s there too. “We heard screaming. Can we come in?”

She still doesn’t move.

Even when the door opens.

“Agatha?” Nat calls out softly. When she sees Agatha on the floor she sighs. She’s surrounded by glass and clothes and books with broken spines. Her hair is frizzy, her face is puffy, and she stares off into space as she mouths words to herself.

“Oh, god.” Nat kneels down and her hand gently touches her hip. “Agatha?” When her hand makes contact, Agatha jolts and grabs Nat’s hand, eyes wide and breath fast. “It’s okay!” Nat reassures her. “It’s okay.”

Agatha’s head drops back onto the floor and she closes her eyes. As Natasha carefully takes the picture of you from her hands, she speaks quietly. “Steve, can you clean up the room? I’m gonna go start a bath for her.”

Agatha sits in the bath, quiet as her knees are pulled to her chest. She stares straight ahead as Natasha washes her hair. Agatha just barely manages to dry herself off.

A soft knock on the door sounds.When Nat opens it a crack, Steve stands there with a pair of pajamas

“Here, I found some pajamas that don’t have glass on them,” he mumbles. “Also, there’s a sedative on the nightstand for her

Natasha doesn’t say anything, and only gives him a curt nod. When the door closes, Nat sets the pajamas on the counter.

When Agatha’s eyes land on them, her lip starts trembling and her throat tightens. Her fingers run over the soft cotton as she sniffles. 

“Thank you,” she croaks, watching Nat leave. And when the door clicks shut, the tears start falling again. She holds your pajamas to her face, rubbing the soft fabric over her face, over her lips, burying her nose in them to smell the perfume that still lingers.

When she gets back to her room, broken glass no longer litters the floor. Books are back on the shelf, clothes are neatly folded and put back into the dresser, and the picture Agatha was clinging to is back in its rightful place on her nightstand. 

She picks it up carefully, breath shaking as her fingers run over the glass. The tears don’t fall, though. Her eyes are puffy and red, but no tears fall.

“There’s a sedative right there,” Nat says, walking in with a couple blankets, a granola bar, and a bottle of water. She hands Agatha the items in her arms. “You don’t have to take it, but–oh, okay.”

Agatha takes the sedative immediately. She washes it down with the water and the granola bar.”Thank you,” she rasps. “Really.”

When Nat leaves, Agatha climbs into bed in her usual position–curled up, facing your side, and clinging to your pillow. The TV is still on and she lays there, waiting for the sedative to kick in, and letting the voices and laugh tracks lull her to sleep.

[little-diable]

My Greatest Fear - Dean Winchester (smut)

Don't say I didn't warn y'all. Inspired by Benson Boone's new song "My Greatest Fear". Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: Dean broke things off with the reader years ago, the biggest mistake of his life. But when Sam tells his brother that (y/n) is getting married, Dean knows it's time to make things right. He won't leave this life behind without being able to call her his once again.

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, ex-lovers to lovers, some angst, lots of fluff tho, reader is a runaway bride

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!reader (3k words)

Got a lot on my mind that keeps me up at night, I’m tossing and turning, thinking that my life’s gone to waste

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Dean shot the waitress a big smile as she placed his breakfast down, blushing as the handsome man winked at her. The older Winchester brother was too focused on his food to pick up on the uneasiness radiating off Sam, to focus on the sadness swimming in his brother’s pupils. 

“Fuck, that’s good.” Dean’s moans rumbled through him as he ate the greasy deliciousness, sipping on his coffee every now and then. It took him a while to lift his gaze, to allow his green eyes to focus on Sam’s untouched breakfast, forcing Dean’s eyebrows to furrow in confusion. “Not hungry? Shouldn’t you eat something after a long run?” 

“Mhm,” Sam’s eyes were focused on the window, unable to look at his brother any longer. His heart clenched in his chest, his mind was racing faster than it had in the past months, struggling to part his lips. 

“Sam,” Dean’s raspy voice forced Sam’s eyes back towards his older brother, unable to hold eye contact for long. “What’s wrong?” 

Dean had put down his breakfast burger while taking another sip of coffee. He patiently waited for Sam to speak, to spill whatever was visibly plaguing him. But Sam kept quiet, deeply inhaling as if he had to muster the strength to speak. Dean repeated his brother’s name, much quieter this time around, gentle almost – as if he had finally realised that whatever Sam was about to speak would hurt them both. 

“I received an email this morning.” It was a whisper, nothing more, words so obscurely simple that Dean couldn’t help but laugh. But Sam didn’t give in, killing Dean’s hope that Sam was simply fucking with him. Something heavy was about to claw through Sam, something heavy that could determine the outcome of this very day. “It was from Mary, (y/n)’s sister.”

Now it was on Dean to freeze, not expecting his brother to speak her name. Their eyes met, urging Sam to keep on speaking, to tell his brother about the email he had opened with shaky fingers, freezing in his step as he read the words she had written to him. 

“(Y/n)’s getting married, Dean.” Sam was forced to watch Dean sink back into the seat, arms crossed in front of his chest, uneasy eyes staring down at the table. And for a moment, neither of them spoke, letting the words sink in – words that had been Dean’s greatest fear ever since he had left her all these years ago. 

He had been stupid back then, too childish for his own good. Guided by his father’s words, he had dropped (y/n) and the life they could have lived together. His father had made pretty promises, telling his young son of women awaiting him, women he shouldn’t miss out on because of a marriage that would only tie him to (y/n), away from all the fun he could experience. The greatest mistake of his life, a mistake he hated himself for every single day. 

“That’s good for her. I’m happy she found somebody who treats her right.” The words pained Dean to speak, rolling off his tongue with a sharp edge that left Sam cringing. His hand found Dean’s forearm, gently squeezing his brother’s arm in a gesture so unfamiliar, Dean had to stop himself from shaking off Sam’s hand. 

“Dean, I’ve always loved her like a sister, I only want what’s best for her. But you’re my brother, I know how much not having her around scars you, I see it every day on your face. Get her back, try it at least.” 

Of all the things that I've been afraid to lose, my greatest fear of all is losing you

……

“I shouldn’t do this.” They were parked in front of the small church, eyes watching the big crowd of unfamiliar faces. Both Dean and Sam were wearing a suit, knowing that they had to blend in with the wedding guests to find their way to (y/n). “Why should she take me back? Why should she even listen to me?”

“Dean, if there is one thing I know it’s that she still loves you. Let’s get your girl back.” Sam was first to step out into the warm morning, eyes hidden behind a pair of sunglasses as they walked up to the crowd. He felt Dean close, not daring to speak up with his choked-up throat, with his heart pounding in his chest, knowing that this would be his only shot to make things right for once in his life. 

“Mary!” Sam’s voice echoed through the air, eyes focused on the frame of (y/n)’s sister. The young woman flung herself into Sam’s open arms, chuckling into his neck as he held her close for a moment. A moment too long for Dean who was growing more antsy with every passing second. 

“Thank you for coming. She’s making a mistake, Sam. You’re my only hope with this.” The words left Dean frozen, confused eyes flickering between his brother and Mary. He hadn’t read the email Mary had sent to Sam, hadn’t asked any further questions about the man (y/n) was about to marry, trusting that he was somebody she loved. “Come, I’ll bring you to her.”

“What the fuck man?” Dean growled the words at Sam as he followed them through the crowd and towards a small house built near the church. Sam fell into pace with his brother, watching Mary lead them towards the place where (y/n) was currently getting ready. 

“Well, you didn’t think I’d let you do this without knowing (y/n) would willingly leave her fiancé, did you? I wouldn’t destroy her happiness just like that, Dean.” Realistically, Dean should have known that Sam wouldn’t just push him into this without knowing that there was a chance to get her back. Sam had hated him for a while after he had left (y/n), punishing Dean for breaking her heart at any given chance, a broken bond that had needed months to be repaired. 

“(Y/n)? I brought two special guests.” Mary’s voice echoed through the small cabin, ringing in the brother’s ears as they waited outside. Dean felt his hands tremble, forced to let go of deep exhales as Mary opened the door for them, allowing them to step inside. His eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s like a moth to a flame, and his world stopped spinning, unable to focus on anything but her.

It took (y/n) a second to react, seemingly confused about the appearance of the two hunters she hadn’t seen in years. She was pulled into a hug by Sam, giving Dean another moment to admire her, the white dress she wore – a sight he had only seen in his dreams, imagining this very day, with him waiting at the altar for her. Dreams that had evaporated into a hazy nothingness the day he had left her. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” She sank into Dean’s grasp, clinging to him as if he hadn’t been the man who had broken her heart all these years ago. He watched his brother and Mary leave the cabin, giving the two some time alone as they kept on holding one another. 

“What are you doing here, Dean?” (Y/n) mumbled the words against the fabric of his suit jacket, not caring about smudging her make-up, not caring about anything but the way Dean held her close – as if he hadn’t ever stopped holding her. Carefully, Dean let her go, needing to give them some distance for the words he was about to speak, knowing that this could escalate any moment now. 

“I can’t let you marry another man without telling you that leaving you was my greatest mistake. A life without you has always been my biggest fear, I was stupid, so fucking stupid, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have listened to Dad, I should have married you right that day. And I hate myself for not doing it, for letting you go when you have always been my whole world. I know there is no chance for me to make things right, and even though Sammy and Mary hope that I will sweep you off of your feet and bring you back home to us, I know I can’t.” Tears dripped from her eyes, tears (y/n) didn’t care to wipe away. 

“I hated you for years, you broke me, Dean. You took away my life, my friends, the people I had grown to love. You ripped my heart right out of my chest, and even though I tried to fight for it, to regain its strength, I miserably failed. I should curse you, should tell you to fuck off and never show your face to me again. But I can’t. For Christ’s sake, Dean. What are we doing here?” He cupped her face with shaking fingers, letting his forest-green eyes run over her gorgeous face. 

“I want to kill him for getting a chance to love you, time that has been wasted because of me. But I don’t want to take another choice from you. If you want to marry him, I will watch from the first row, hell, I’ll even carry your veil.” His voice shook as he whispered the words, growing tense as (y/n) rested her hands on top of his, still cupping her cheeks.

“And if I don’t want to marry him?” 

……

I'm scared to take another picture of you, 'cause I'm scared to have another thing that I can lose, oh, dear, who am I without you here?

“I thought you were taking me home, where are we going?” Her laughter echoed through Baby, eyes set on Dean’s grinning features. They had left the church a while ago, running away like she had secretly hoped they would. (Y/n) had always been a dreamer, a dreamer who had pictured that very moment since the day it had dawned on her – about to marry a man she didn’t love. A man who wasn’t Dean Winchester. 

“We’ve got another thing to take care of first, I am not losing any more time.” Baby screeched to a halt in front of a pink church, a sight that left (y/n) confused, and Dean and Sam chuckling. They made their way into the church, with her fingers interlaced with Dean’s, with her white wedding gown clinging to her frame, with his suit hugging his frame. 

“Dean, Sam, I didn’t think I’d ever get to see you two around here!” An elderly man greeted them with a big smile. His brown eyes were drawn to (y/n)’s almost instantly, with a knowing smile growing on his lips – a smile that had an almost proud touch to it. “That’s her, huh? Took you quite some time, didn’t it.” “(Y/n), that’s Danny, an old friend of ours we met on a hunt. He could wed us, with Sammy as our witness, if you’ll have me.” Her heart had stopped beating, skipping a few beats as Dean’s words sank in. Her teary eyes found his and with a laugh clawing through her, she pressed a kiss to his lips, drawing a groan out of Dean, who tried to prolong the kiss for as long as possible. 

“I will always have you, Dean.” She was pulled towards the altar, unable to stop her tears from dripping as Danny began speaking a prayer she paid no attention to. All (y/n) could do was study Dean, the love swimming in his pupils, the way he looked at her as if she was his sun, alighting the darkest days with her mere presence. A soul crafted for his to hold onto, to love till their time together would eventually run out. 

“Do you have any rings?” Danny’s soft voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, about to whisper a soft, disappointed “No”, but before she could even part her lips, Sam excitedly spoke up. Her eyes watched the tall Winchester brother, how he reached for his breast pocket to expose a small envelope to her glassy eyes. Wordlessly he pushed it towards Dean, who opened it with an unwavering smile stuck to his lips. 

“I bought these rings years ago, sure to eventually push yours down on your finger. I am sorry it took me this long.” Her sob left Dean chuckling, exposing his also teary eyes to hers. She had held onto all these longings for years, mere dreams that were now finally turning real – as if she was just sleeping through another longing. 

But, you're here, now, and that makes it better, somehow

……

“Let me.” Dean’s soft voice filled his bedroom. He was standing behind (y/n), carefully helping her out of her wedding dress with his gaze focused on the ring clinging to his finger. The past hours had flown by all too quickly, turning her from a runaway bride into his wife. His wife. A title so unfamiliar, Dean had to fight against the urge to pinch himself.

His for eternity. His to love. His to worship. 

“I love you, Dean.” (Y/n) whispered her words as she stepped out of her dress, exposing her underwear-clad frame to his hungry eyes. She was pulled into a teeth-chasing kiss, a kiss dripping with emotions that made her feel all too dizzy, having to hold onto Dean before she could be ripped into another dimension. 

“I love you too, sweetheart. And I’m so fucking sorry for missing out on this for years.” He pressed her down on the mattress, giving her a show as he slowly undressed. Her body was aching for him, needing to feel Dean close after all these long years apart. 

“Stop apologising with words and show me that you truly mean them.” His lips kissed her chest, the valley between her breasts as he undid her bra, exposing her hardening nipples to his twinkling eyes. Dean could cum just from the sight of her naked frame, a sight he had only seen in his dreams for the past years, not daring to imagine being this fortunate again. 

“God, you’re so beautiful. I promise to worship you for as long as you want me to.” Dean’s raspy words vibrated on her skin, covering her body with goosebumps as he kneaded her soft flesh. His cock was pressed against her clothed heat, drawing moans from her whenever he moved against her heat, desperate for the kind of friction that left them both trembling.

“I need you inside of me, Dean.” Her raspy whispers left him groaning against her skin as she raised her hips to help him pull her damp panties down her legs. Just this morning, (y/n) had imagined this very moment, knowing that she’d think of Dean when her husband touched her, a loveless marriage she would have been trapped in. 

“Are you still on birth control?” (Y/n) could only nod her head, mind taken up by the feeling of his wandering hands, keeping her pressed against him. Dean's cock twitched against her naked cunt, brushing through her arousal-covered folds to coat himself, “I love you, and I’ll do my best to prove it to you for the rest of our lives.”

“I love you too, Dean.” He pushed into her with a groan, forehead falling against hers as she fluttered around him. It felt as if he had entered paradise, falling to rest on clouds covering his body. She was his Elysium, his safe haven, the one where Dean could be the truest version of himself. 

He moved slowly at first, both needed some time to adjust to one another after all these years, but the second their bodies relaxed, properly enjoying one another’s closeness, Dean began to move faster. Their bodies met with every thrust, eyes holding a contact so intense, (y/n) feared her heart would explode right in her chest. 

Dean was taking his time with her, this wasn’t a rushed fuck to make up for all the time lost, no, it was so much more. This was the purest form of love, a one-of-a-kind love both had clung to in lonely nights, with wandering minds and trembling hands. This is what they had been destined to have, years ago – a love they were now rediscovering. 

“You feel so good, baby.” He felt her clenching around his cock, drawing another gritty sound out of Dean. (Y/n) was long gone, pushed into another dimension where she only knew Dean, nothing but his love, his touch, his irrevocable longing for her. Sensations she was taken hostage by, unable to shake them. 

His warm fingertips found her pulsing bundle, circling it with just enough pressure to draw his name out of her. (Y/n) could feel her orgasm slithering its way up her body, whispering to her to hold onto her husband, and with her fingernails clawed into Dean’s shoulders, she came. He followed her right down the edge, moaning against her lips as their bodies were moulded together. 

“Fuck, we’ll have to do that all through the night, husband.” (Y/n) whispered the words as a few heavy pants left her, making a laugh claw out of Dean who chased her slightly swollen lips for another kiss. 

“Trust me, I won’t let you leave our bed for weeks, wife.” 

Don't know how the broken pieces fit together if you leave it, so, don't go, don't go, I would take your hand if I could reach it

[schemmentisimpasours]

Coming Home

(I didn't realize how stressed this woman looks in every gif.)

Summary: It's been a minute since I have written Benson but I have been rewatching SVU and it feels like coming home after a long day. This reflects that

Warnings: N/A

Masterlist

1.1k words

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You opened the door to the apartment, sighing at the familiar smells. It had been one week since you had walked through these doors. You had been traveling overseas to help your team compete in your most intense playoffs to date. It had taken a day to travel there, three days of sweat and tears, two days of well-deserved relaxation, and one day rushing to get home. It had been a needed break, and you didn't regret a single moment of it. Especially with the gold medal hanging around your neck. However, being away from your wife and son with barely any time for communication had taken its toll on you. It felt so weird to be so happy and so homesick all at the same time.

You could have asked your wife and son to pick you up from the airport. And they would have come with large signs and gifts but your teammate had wanted to drive you. It was your last season together before she moved cross country and you were cramming as many minutes together as you could. Now as you stood in the doorway eyes still puffed from crying in her car all you wanted was a hug.

Rounding the corner to the entryway, Noah launched himself into your arms. You almost stumbled backwards by the impact but laughed into his embrace. Your son always had a sixth sense for when you needed him. He was taller than you now but he still had his young boyish grin and would curl up on the couch with you to watch old Disney movies. You kept your arms tight around him cherishing every moment he showered you in his warmth.

“Welcome home Mama,” He said squeezing you, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too buddie,” You smiled.

“I got to watch all of your games this weekend! You did so good. I even recorded some stuff to show my friends back at school,” Noah told you excitedly before taking your bags, “Want me to go put these away for you?”

“Sure, Mom home?”

“Waiting in the living room for you. I'll start soaking your gear for you too Mama.”

“You really don't have to Noah. I can do it.”

But Noah merely shook his head, “I remember how you do it. Plus this stuff stinks worse than my room.

You laughed rolling your eyes saying an I love you as Noah set off to the laundry room. You walked down the hall and immediately locked eyes with your wife. She was lounging on the couch wine glass in hand with her feet kicked up on the coffee table. Her reading glasses pushed back her brunette waves and she was in her usual at home relaxing outfit. One of your favorite t shirts hung loose around her over a pair of sweatpants. Just her presence had you weak in the knees. Then when she smiled as she saw you her eyes sparkling you fell in love with her all over again.

“Welcome home mi armor,” She grinned, “I missed you so much.”

You walked to the couch placing a kissing on her lips. When you pulled back you removed the wine glass taking it with you as you collapsed on the couch next to her. You took a large drink before you placed your head on her shoulder. She curled her fingers through your open hand and squeezed gently. When she placed a kiss on the top of your head you felt the final pieces clicking into place.

“You have a good trip? I watched all of your games,” Olivia beamed.

“It was an amazing trip,” You grinned, “But now you got me daydreaming of the game pulled up in the bull pen and that is something I would have loved to see.”

“Oh I took pictures of it and everything,” Olivia said grabbing her phone.

She scrolled through a couple of photos of everyone gathered around the large tv. Your team was across the screen for the championship game. Noah was in a large bean bag on the floor a bowl of popcorn in hand. Fin was next to him handing him a soda. Curry and Bruno were sitting on the tops of desks leaning forward in anticipation. Even Rollins and Carisi were there sitting in chairs watching the action unfold. You spotted a couple of unis looking through the glass as well.

You let out a large laugh wrapping her arm around Olivia, “I can’t believe you did that. You are such a dork.”

“Only for my wife,” Olivia said putting her phone away.

She heart warmed as you settled further into Olivia’s embrace. You looked at the pictures that covered your living room. Twenty six years of your relationship in picture frames. Your first date back when Olivia had first become a detective and you had gone to celebrate with drinks. Another from your first apartment together after you had moved in on your third year anniversary. A couple of pictures from your travels when Olivia had went with the FBI and took you along with her. A handful more photos from your wedding Olivia dressed in a tailor tuxedo and you in a flowing dress. There were pictures from shortly after she had returned from Lewis’ kidnapping. Her hair was chopped short and the necklace you had bought her hung loose around her neck. You remembered those dark days before Lewis finally died where you thought you had lost Olivia forever but she had come back to you. Every nightmare and flashback you thought would tear you apart only brought you closer together. Then shortly after Noah came into your life and your whole world had been turned upside down. Now you were mothers raising a baby together navigating motherhood when your mothers had never been there for you. But as he grew into a stunning young man you didn’t regret a single moment of it. There were million of moments in between that existed in the photos and outside but you remembered all of them. Some were big and some were small. Some you didn’t appreciate while they were happening but now that they were gone you realized how much you cherished them. Everything about your life with Olivia was beautiful and you didn’t know where you would be without her.

“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” She asked pulling you from your swirling memories.

“You think we are ever going to get sick of each other?”

“After everything we have been through together,” Olivia responded glancing at your future and past unfolding in front of you, “I will never get sick you my love.I think that we will find a way back to each other in every life time.”

[6rookie-writer0110]

Collide your heart with mine

Casey Novak x Female Reader

Request - Hii could I request a Casey Novak x fem reader angstty fluff please? I was thinking something like Olivia is ur mom and she finds out you’re with Casey and is not happy lol.

Casey is feeling frustrated with Olivia and Elliot, they messed up her chances to win the case. Casey was at the police station and she yelled at Olivia and Elliot, and then Olivia yelled back but Elliot stood in the middle and told them to stop yelling.

“We didn't know he had a twin brother,” Elliot said

“Now both are out of New York. It was your job, to catch them and get the evidence so I can win the case” Casey said

“Winning the case is more important for your streak?” Olivia asked

Olivia and Casey started to glare at each other.

“My job is to put bad guys away. You messed up and lost the perp. Even if, we had him in jail I don't have the evidence to keep him there!” Casey yelled

“My fault!?” Olivia yelled

Everyone in the station is watching them argue. Elliot stands in the middle

“Stop! Olivia go take a walk now. Casey, you too when we get new evidence then I will call you” Elliot said

“Try not to screw up again, I don't want to do your job,” Casey said

“Watch it, Novak” Olivia angrily said.

“I’m not scared of your threat, Benson” Casey said

Casey walks away and Olivia is still glaring at her. Casey heads back to the office and starts to work on the case in her office. Then her girlfriend called and she could tell that Casey was feeling frustrated and overwhelmed. Casey does appreciate that her girlfriend is trying to cheer her up. She couldn't help to smile. They talked for a while then they hung up, Casey started to work and read the files.

It's very late and Casey is still in her office. She hasn't taken a break and Olivia and Elliot didn't get new evidence just yet. Casey sighed heavily and she put down the pen.

“I figured you would be here and you didn't eat anything” You smiled

“You know me so well” Casey smiled.

She stands up and she walk towards you.

“I got your favorite food and red velvet cupcakes. Dinner in your office?” You said

“How about my place and you stay the night?” Casey asked

She kissed you on the lips.

“Good idea, let's go,” You said

Casey put on her jacket and then grabbed her bag and the files, she left with you. You and Casey hold hands while leaving the building.

“What happened earlier? You sounded mad when I called you” You said

“I wasn't mad at you, babe. I thought I had strong evidence to put the bastard away but he had a twin, and they didn't know. And the judge threw out the evidence because it wasn't the perp. I got into an argument with the detectives” Casey said.

Once at her apartment, she helps you take out food from the bag. Then you sit across from her at the table and you start to eat your food while she drinks the wine.

“Wow, you had a rough day. I dont know how you keep working with them” You said

“I don't have a choice. This is a huge case and I don't want to mess up because of them” Casey said

“You won't mess up. You are smart and you always Think of something when it gets hard, you don't give up” You said

“Did you give your mom the necklace you bought for her?” Casey asked

“No. But tomorrow I will give it to her, I think she will like it” You said

You told Casey that your mom is a cop but never said her name. Casey didn't ask for her name, you and Casey are still getting to know each other.

After dinner, you and Casey cuddle in bed while watching a movie. While watching the movie, you and Casey fell asleep. She has her head on your chest and you have your arm around her.

——-

You went to visit your mom at her job, she was happy to see you.

“Hi, mom” You smiled

“Y/N, what you are doing here?” Olivia asked

“What, you are not happy to see me?” You pouted

“Of course, I'm happy to see you” Olivia smile

Your gives you a strong hug and kisses your head. Then She takes you out for lunch and you always spend time with your mom. Your mom leaves the station with you, then you take her to a restaurant.

“Sorry, I haven't been answering your calls this case got everyone arguing with each other. But I will make it up to you, I promise” Olivia said

“I get it, mom. some cases, you do hit close to your heart. I got this for you” You said

You give her a small gift bag, then she takes out the jewrly box. You watch your mom open the box and she is speechless.

“Oh, sweetie I love it,” Olivia said

You stood up then she stood up, then you hugged your mom. She turned around and picked up her hair and you put the necklace on her. Then you and your mom sit back down.

“My girlfriend helped me pick the necklace” You smiled

“Wow, it must be serious since she helped you pick the necklace. When am I going to meet her?” Olivia said

“I’m feeling nervous about you meeting her, it's my first serious relationship. And I don't want you to scare her away” You said

“I’m not going to scare her away. I just need to make sure she is the right woman for you, Y/N” Olivia said

“Okay. I will ask her because she has a very busy job. Please mom, I'm begging don't scare her away I think she might be the one” You said

“I won't scare her away. Does she truly make you happy?” Olivia said

“Yes, she makes me happy. I never felt like this before” You said

“I've never seen you like this before when you dated other people,” Olivia said

You can't stop smiling and she is happy that you found someone special.

✫ ��� ✫ ✬

Casey has been having a rough day and she called you, she wanted to hear your voice. After the conversation, you went to surprise your girlfriend at her job. You semi-closed the door and you walked towards her desk, she stood up and walked towards you.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” Casey asked

“I wanted to surprise you,” You said

You put her hair behind her ear and she wrapped her arms around your waist.

“These cops are idiots and they are always giving me a hard time. Since I’m new they think I don't have a backbone, I know how to do my job” Casey sighed

“Yeah, they can be idiots well some. But they shouldn't be giving you a hard time every day” You said

You kiss her on the lips and she starts to kiss you back. She pulls you closer and she doesn't let go, her lipstick starts to get on your lips. Then her hands go on your ass. The kiss is filled with passion then you start to kiss her neck and she starts to smile.

“You can't leave hickeys on my neck, babe I'm still on the clock,” Casey said

“Well, that sucks,” You pouted

She smiled then she started to kiss you again. You don't want to let go of her and you start to smile at her.

Olivia and Elliot just arrived at the law firm, they are heading to see Casey. They are talking about the case.

“You were hard on her,” Elliot said

“We told her, about the evidence but she didn't listen to us,” Olivia said

Before heading to her office, Elliot grabbed her arm.

“Just give her a break, Liv. Not everyone can be like Alex” Elliot said

She knows that he is right but she is being stubborn.

“Let’s just go see her,” Olivia said

They head to her office then Elliot opens the door. They catch you kissing Casey and you hear your name being called, and then you see your mom.

“Mom!?” You yelled

“Mom? Wait, Olivia Benson is your mother?” Casey asked

“Y/N, wait you have been dating her this whole time!?” Oliva yelled

“Yes! Casey is my girlfriend. I didn't know that you two knew each other, I didn't put the clues together” You said

“You would not be dating her anymore,” Olivia said

“Liv, calm down,” Elliot said

“Mom, you can't be serious. I'm not a teenager anymore” You angrily said

Casey was going to something but Olivia said something first.

“I will not support this relationship,” Olivia said

“Liv, don't say something that you will regret,” Elliot said

“You are my daughter and you won't be with her anymore, Y/N,” Olivia said

“No. I will not listen to you” You said

“Olivia, you need to stop. She isn't a child and -”

Olivia started to argue with Casey, they went back and forth. Elliot grabbed Olivia’s arm and dragged her out of the office. She tried to go back but he didn't let her, he just kept dragging her away from the office until he got out of the building with her. You are feeling angry and embarrassed

“Casey, I’m sorry,” You said

“Why you didn't tell me she was your mom?” Casey asked

“I didn't know you were talking about her and I didn't know she was talking about you. Maybe you and my mom can try to get along” You said

“Y/N, that won't happen,” Casey said

“At least try, please. I will talk to my mom tonight” You said

“I think you should go, Y/N. I have to get to work” Casey said

“Casey,” You said

“Please leave,” Casey said

“At least call me tonight,” You said

She watched you leave the office then she sat on her chair. Casey sighed and she couldn't believe what just happened with her girlfriend.

You went home and you are frustrated. Your mom did you but you ignored her call and text. You are hoping that Casey will call you so that you can fix the situation.

——

The next night… you went to see Casey at her apartment.

“We need to talk,” You said

“We do,” Casey said

“I will talk to my-”

“Y/N, let me talk first please,” Casey said

“Sure,” You said

“Y/N, I can't see anymore. I think we should break up and I don't think this will work” Casey said

“Why are you doing this? We can make it work, you are my first love. I know you and my mom don't like each other but I want you and her to try to get along with each other” You said

“It’s not going to work, Y/N. It’s too much on the line, and -”

“So, it's over just like that before we can try to fix it,” You said

You are trying to hold back your tears.

“You should go now,” Casey said

“Out of everyone, I didn't expect you to break my heart but you did it,” You said

You leave her apartment and she doesn't go after you. Casey starts to cry and she wipes the tears away. But she cried again and she thinks you won't forgive her for breaking your heart.

You went home and you couldn't stop crying. She was your everything and you thought you could fix the problem but that didn't happen. You don't call your mom and you just cry in your living room.

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

You have been in your apartment for days, you have been ignoring your phone. You are feeling sad and hurt about the breakup, that you didn't tell your mom about it.

Your mom went to your apartment, she has the spare key. But first, she knocks on the door a few times

“Y/N, please open the door,” Olivia said

But you don't open the door. She takes out her phone and she started to call you, but it goes straight to voice mail. She knocked again but you still didn't open the door. Now, she uses the key to go inside your apartment. She looks around and everything is normal, then she heads to your bedroom. You are lying in bed and your back is facing the door.

“Y/N, I have been calling,” Olivia said

“I'm fine, mom just leave me alone,” You said

“What’s wrong?” Olivia asked

“Mom,” You said

“Talk to me, please. I have been worried about you for days” Olivia said

You sit up on the bed and she sits next to you.

“Casey broke up with me, she thinks we couldn't make it work because you and her have beef,” You said

You look down at your hands and you don't look at your mom.

“Oh, I'm sorry,” Olivia said

“Just forget it, mom. It's over and there's no point” You said sadly

“I know, I had had issues with Casey. But I didn't expect you to be dating her. And how I reacted was wrong and immature” Olivia said

“Why are you apologizing? Casey dumped me. You don't have to worry about anything” You said

“You are my daughter and I want you to be happy”

“Mom please leave me alone,” You said

“Okay. I will bring you dinner later. I’m sorry, Y/N” Olivia said

You don't say anything and she just leaves your apartment. Olivia feels bad because she feels she is the cause of the breakup. You lie back in bed and you don't bother checking your phone.

—-

Olivia is at her desk and she can't focus.

“What’s wrong?” Elliot asked

“Y/N is angry at me and Casey broke up with her,” Olivia said

“I get why she would be mad at you,” Elliot said and he drinks his coffee.

“I never seen her like this before. She told me that Casey was the one” Olivia said

“You have to fix it. I know you don't like Casey but you have to make it right, if you want your daughter to forgive you. Whatever you dislike about Casey get over it, because soon enough she will be over for Thanksgiving” Elliot said

“Cover for me, I have to see Casey” Olivia said

Olivia left and she rushed to the law firm. But Casey wasn't there then Olivia went to the court, and she found Casey putting her stuff away in the courtroom. No one else is there but the two.

“Casey, we need to talk,” Olivia said

“For what?” Casey asked

“I know we didn't get along from day one. And I wasn't happy that you were dating my daughter, but when i saw her distraught it broke my heart because I was the cause of you breaking up with her” Olivia said

“I don't want to come between you and Y/N, she values your opinion,” Casey said

Casey closed her briefcase and she started to walk away, but Olivia grabbed her arm.

“You have my blessing to date my daughter. I know you still care about and your feelings for her haven't changed. Whatever issue we have between us, let's fix it because I don't want her to pick between us” Olivia said

Olivia lets go of Casey’s arm.

“She does make me happy. I broke up with her because I didn't want her to pick between us. Breaking up with her was the hardest thing I had to do” Casey said

“I believe you. I will see you later, Novak” Olivia said

“See you later, Benson” Casey said

✫ ✬ ✫ ✬

Casey goes to your apartment and you are surprised to see her.

“Cas, what are you doing here?” You asked

You let her inside your apartment.

“I’m sorry I broke your heart, Y/N. I did it because I didn't want to put you in a situation where you would have to pick me or your mom. I know you hate me, but I didn't want your relationship with your mom to be ruined just because your mom and I don't get along,” Casey said

“It hurt that you hurt me because it felt like I didn't do enough,” You said

She put her hand on your cheek.

“Y/N, you mean so much to me. I hate that I hurt you, but if you let me I will make it right” Casey said

“How do I know you won't do it again?” You asked

“I won't do it again, I-”

You kiss her then she starts to kiss you back.

“This means we are back together?” Casey asked

“The kiss is the hint,” You said

“I think you should show me again” Casey smirked

She starts to kiss you and you start to smile. Casey’s arms are around your body then she starts to kiss your neck.

“Your mom came to see me,” Casey said

“Really? Wait, did you and my mom get into a fight?” You asked

“No, we didn't get into a fight. She wanted to make things right because your happiness is important. Your mom and I will work together and she gave me the blessing to date you” Casey said

“She didn't tell me,” You said

“She wanted me to talk to you first. But call her and tell her the good news” Casey said

You kiss her again then you call your mom, she is happy that you and Casey are back together. Olivia is happy that she fixed the problem then she tells Elliot about the good news.

Casey takes you out for dinner. She takes you to your favorite restaurant and she holds your hand.

“I think I have a feeling that your mom will invite me over for the holidays” Casey joked

“She will do that,” You giggled

You and Casey ordered food.

“Move in with me, Y/N,” Casey said

“What?” You asked

“I mean it, baby. Move in with me and I think we are ready for that step” Casey said

“Wow, I don't know what to say,” You said

“Are you ready for us to live together? You spend most of your time at my place” Casey said

“Okay, let's do it” You smiled

You and Casey can't stop smiling at each other. Casey picks up your hand and kisses it.

[oneshotnewbie]

Olivia Benson and Reader break up. Two weeks after that, they're distant towards each other even though Reader is working with the SVU. Two weeks after Olivia breaks up with Olivia, she sees Reader dancing with a stranger and she is jelly. Maybe she goes to Reader, takes her by the hand without saying a word and brings her to the next room or something and then... it's up to you! Fluffy, Angst and maybe pre-smut pls?

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ This one-shot includes pre-smut and the plot is presented. That's why I only recommend reading it if you are over 18+. If this triggers you too easily or you just can´t handle the subject, I urge you NOT to read this work. I am NOT embellishing this topic under any circumstance. Read at your own risk.

Authors note: Woah.. Lets say I got carried away. I had to cut out a whole section to keep it suitable for my younger audience, even though it hurt my heart to delete my work. There is still a bit of pre-smut like you requested. But I hope you like it anyway ♥

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The hum of the neon lights on the ceiling and the roar of the air conditioning mixed with the muted clacking of computer keyboards seemed louder than usual in the busy Special Victims Unit. The air was heavy with unspoken words and broken promises. Everyone in the room felt the change, even if no one said it out loud.

The office was usually a place of hectic activity, where phone calls, keyboards, and hushed conversations formed a constant backdrop. But today was different.

You sat at your desk, eyes glued to the screen in front of you, the words of the report blurred before your eyes. Your mind was far away, on old memories of happy times before everything fell apart. On the woman who had broken your heart. Olivia Benson, Lieutenant and steadfast leader of the team, had been more than just your superior. She was your partner, your confidante, the love of your life. But now she was just your boss, and the distance between you was painfully real.

Since splitting up with Olivia, everything had changed. The dynamics in the office, the atmosphere, even the way others looked at you - everything was different. She had been your rock. Strong, determined, and unwavering. She had always held the team together, been a leader, and the one who never backed down, no matter how hard it was. But now there was something in her eyes that you had never seen before - a coldness, a distance that hurt every time your eyes happened to meet.

You only spoke to each other when necessary, and the times when you had worked as a harmonious team seemed far away. The rupture in your relationship was reflected in every aspect of your work. Cases that were once solved with ease now dragged on. Decisions that were once made instinctively and together now had to be laboriously and formally agreed upon.

Olivia sat in her office, the door only half open. She had tried to throw herself into her work to fill the emptiness in her heart, but it didn't help. Every time she looked up, she saw you - and every time you looked at her, it hurt. Your eyes met briefly through the glass before both quickly looked away again, unable to hide the feelings that still burned within you.

Detective Amanda Rollins, who was sitting at her desk next to Fin Tutuola, sighed quietly and shook her head in displeasure. She and the rest of the team had noticed the unspoken tension and cool politeness between the two of you. "Have you noticed?" she whispered quietly so only her partner could hear her. He nodded, his eyes fixed on the monitor. "Yes, it's hard to miss. It's as if a dark cloud is hanging over the office. Rain is pouring down on us."

"I thought they would stay together forever," she said sadly, more to herself, watching you with a sideways glance. "They were the perfect couple. Why did they have to split up?"

"Sometimes love alone isn't enough," Fin murmured, his voice heavy with life experience and knowledge of the complexity of human relationships. Amanda pushed her chair back and came to your desk, sitting on a corner of the wood, her arms folded under her chest. "What's wrong with you two? You're like two icebergs meeting in Antarctica." she began her conversation, giving you a questioning look.

You sighed and rubbed your eyes. "It's complicated, 'manda. It wasn't exactly a nice break-up. Just leave it, please?"

Amanda shook her head, her face showing compassion and understanding. "I know it's hard, but you both have to find a way to deal with it. It's not just a burden on you, but on the entire team."

You nodded, but you knew it wasn't that easy. The rifts that had developed between you and Olivia were deep and painful. It wasn't just a professional challenge, but a personal catastrophe that you both tried to overcome in your own way.

Meanwhile, Olivia had made her way out of her office, a stack of files in her hands. She moved through the room with her usual determination, but there was a certain rigidity in her posture. You could see her shoulders tense as she crossed the room to your desk. In the past, you would have known how to calm her down and take away her nervousness, would have known what words and gestures she would have needed. But those days were over.

"Y/n, I need you in my office," she said, not looking directly at you. She handed you a report, your fingers touching briefly before you stood up, your heart beating faster at the thought of being alone with her. The tension between you was palpable as you followed her and closed the door behind you. She sat down while you stood across from her, the desk as a barrier between you.

"We need to talk about the case, you're the lead investigator," Olivia began, her voice professional but cool. "The evidence is thin and we need a new strategy."

You nodded, trying to focus on the conversation, but her proximity made it difficult. "I agree. Maybe we should question the witnesses again and see if we missed something."

Your eyes met again, and for a moment everything else was forgotten. The attraction, the passion, the love - all of it was still there, just beneath the surface. But you both knew it wasn't that easy. Too many things stood between you, things that couldn't be overcome so easily. "We have to stay professional," Olivia said finally, her voice breaking. How she would love to hug you right now. "The team needs us to be strong."

You nodded again, your eyes heavy with unspoken feelings. "I know. But it's hard, Liv. Working with you every day and pretending everything is fine when it isn't."

"We have no choice," she whispered, visibly tense. "We have to find a way to deal with this. For the victims who are counting on us.“

The following days were torture for both of you. You worked side by side, your interactions brief and distant. Each of you tried to remain as professional as possible, but the unspoken feelings and the broken relationship between you and Olivia weighed on you.

One evening, when most of your colleagues had already gone home, you stayed late at the office. You worked on a strategy, trying to distract yourself. Olivia was still in her office, the light on, casting a lonely shadow in the large room you were sitting in.

Finally, you stood up and went to her. You knocked softly on the door and entered when she invited you in. "Olivia, we need to talk," you began, your voice quiet but firm. She looked at you, her eyes tired and sad. "I know, y/n. But I don't know what to say. It's all so... messed up."

"Just tell me it hurts you as much as it does me," you said, your voice growing more intense with each word. "Tell me you regret it."

"Of course it hurts," she replied, her voice shaking as she placed her sweaty and shaking hands on her lap, leaning back in her chair. "I still love you. That will never change. But you deserve better."

Tears glistened in your eyes as she reached out an arm to you, your hand enveloping hers before pulling you to her side. "I love you too, Liv. I don't need anything better, I need you."

Olivia hugged you, tight and desperate, as if she never wanted to let you go. In that moment, you both knew that the love between you was strong, but the reality of your situation demanded more than just feelings. She knew she had to find a way to balance your situation and your work so as not to put further strain on the team.

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Two weeks had passed since Olivia Benson ended her relationship with you. Two weeks of stolen glances and feelings that remained unspoken. But life and work must go on, and so Olivia threw herself into her duties while you behaved just as professionally. The team continued to sense that not everything was settled between you, but no one spoke openly.

That evening, the team was at Club Delirium, a popular downtown nightclub, to conduct an undercover operation. The goal was to break up a human trafficking ring, and you had volunteered to act as bait. Olivia watched the scene from a secluded table, her eyes always fixed strictly on you.

The music blared and the lights flickered in different colors. You, in a tight, black, low-cut dress and perfectly styled hair, looked stunning. You were dancing with a strange woman whose hands were on your hips. Olivia felt a stabbing sensation in her chest. Jealousy mixed with the pain of separation burned inside her. A dangerous combination.

Every step you took, every movement, every smile you gave the stranger felt like a slap in the face. Olivia knew it was part of the mission, but it didn't make the situation any less painful. Her hands clenched into fists as she tried to keep her emotions under control.

The plan was simple: get the suspect, a ring leader, to give you information by gaining her trust. But Olivia couldn't focus on the details entering her brain through an earpiece while she watched the woman she loved give herself to someone else, even if only in appearance.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you gave a signal. The suspect had given up the information, and the team moved in to arrest her. The club turned into a chaos of flashing lights, loud music, and cops suddenly appearing. Amidst this chaos, Olivia kept her eyes on only one thing - you.

As soon as the mission was complete and the suspect was taken into custody, Olivia looked for you. She found you at the edge of the dance floor, away from the crowd. She walked up to you, grabbed your hand, and wordlessly pulled you into a side room of the club that served as a storage room.

You were roughly pushed inside, Olivia closed the door behind her and turned to you. Her eyes sparkled with unspoken jealousy. "What were you thinking?" she hissed, her voice lower but charged. You looked at her in surprise and confusion. "It was an undercover mission. I only did what was necessary."

"Necessary?" Olivia stepped closer to you, her presence overwhelming. "It looked like you enjoyed it."

Your eyes widened in shock and anger. "It was part of the job, Liv! You know that better than anyone." you said and she grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer, your bodies almost touching. "I know," she whispered, her voice rough. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me to see you like this."

You took a deep breath, your eyes searching Olivia's. "I'm sorry," you said quietly. "I didn't know it would hurt you so much. After all, you broke up with me, remember?"

Olivia ran her fingers over your wrist, then your arms, until she reached your hands. "I don't want to lose you, y/n. I can't bear to see you with anyone else, even if it's just for a mission."

The tension between you was almost palpable as Olivia leaned even closer to you. "I need you," she whispered before pressing her lips to yours, possessive and desperate. You returned the kiss, your hands grasping Olivia's hair as the passion between you ignited.

In that moment, everything else was forgotten - the separation, the mission, the world outside that small room. There was only the two of you, your love, and the incessant longing that drove you to each other. Olivia pulled you closer to her, her kisses intense and demanding, as if to make up for lost time and broken promises.

You parted, panting, your foreheads leaning against each other. Olivia pulled back a little, her hand sliding to your neck, encircling it with a determined gesture. Her thumb gently stroked your skin while her dark, sparkling eyes searched your gaze intensely. "You're mine," she murmured, her voice deep and possessive.

You trembled under her touch, a soft gasp escaping your lips. "Yes, Liv," you whispered, the words full of desire and devotion. "Only yours."

Olivia pulled you closer again, her lips found yours once more, the kiss stronger this time, even more demanding than the one before. Her hands slid down your back, reaching for you as if she never wanted to let you go again. She pushed you against the wall, her body pressed tightly against yours.

"Tell me you want me," Olivia demanded, her voice dark and rough, gasping for air. "I want you, Liv," you answered, your pupils blown with desire. "I only want you."

Olivia's mischievous and dark giggle filled the small room and she continued to glide her hands over your body. Her lips found your neck, leaving hot kisses on your skin.

Your breathing quickened, your hands grabbed at her shoulders, holding her tight as Olivia continued to kiss and touch you. The world around you faded, there was only the two of you, your love and the burning desire that drove you to each other.

The intensity of the moment seemed to stop time, every touch, every kiss was a promise, a proof of her unbroken love for you. Olivia's hands slid down your sides, finding their way under the dress you wore, leaving a trail of passion on your skin.

"I need you," Olivia whispered, her voice hotter with pure desire. "Now." You nodded, your eyes closing as you surrendered to her. "I'm yours, Liv."

The heat between you was overwhelming, the passion you felt was all-encompassing. In that small room, shielded from the world, you and Olivia found yourselves again, your love and desire for each other stronger than ever.

[goldenkiwistyles]

Heyy can I get a Eddie diaz confessing to fem!reader please? I'm a sucker for romance 😆

Beautiful Things ~ Eddie Diaz

Warnings: mentions of death, shooting, drugs, alcohol, drunk driving slightly angsty but happy ending.

Based of this request and Beautiful Things by Benson Boone.

~

It seemed like a regular call. As soon as the tones went off, everyone rushed to the trucks. You where sat opposite Eddie, smiling. It was a car accident, nothing to serious. One of the drivers was pinned in with minor injuries whereas the other one seemed unscathed. Automatically the team focus on getting the driver out after a quick assessment of the other man.

Just as buck was removing the door with the jaws the other man, rick started getting impatient.

"Can I get some help over here." Eddie went over to the man asking him to be patient will they helped the other driver."

"I don't want to wait I want help now."

Both men were growing frustrated. "Sir, I'm sorry there isn't anything we can do. You've only got minor scrapes and bruises."

This seemed to irritate him further. He was clearly drunk or something so Eddie reaches for his radio to radio for police backup.

"Don't even think about radioing for back up." Rick suddenly pulls a gun out from the waistband of his jeans.

Noticing the commotion you run over yelling Eddie's name.

Rick points the gun towards you. "Stay right there."

Everyone freezes, putting there hands up.

"Now don't you have some drugs or something you can give me." He points the gun back at Eddie.

"I'm sorry sir I can't do that."

"Just give me some fucking drugs or something."

"I can't."

There's a loud bang as he pulls the trigger and before your brain can catch up your body moves. Eddie blinks and your lying on the floor, bleeding out. You took a bullet for him.

Wile Rick is distracted Buck runs and tackles him, kicking the gun away.

"Mayday, Mayday Firefighters been shot."

Eddie collapses on his knees screaming your name as Chim and Hen rush over, to tend to you.

Please stay I want you, I need you, Oh, God.

Everything around him drowns out. All he can focus on is your still body lying Infront of him. All the pain, laughter and love he felt for you overwhelmed him. He never got to tell you how he felt. He was to scared. Scared that he would lose you. His best friend. His rock.

Someone places there hands on his shoulders and helps him into the truck. Eddie clings onto Buck, crying into his shoulder as they follow the ambulance to the hospital.

~

Several hours of surgery later they had managed to remove the bullet and stooped the bleeding but you were still lying in a hospital bed unconscious. Eddie had lost count of how long he had been sat at your side. He couldn't bring himself to leave you. The 118 was the only family you had.

"Please y/n don't leave me. I love you so much."

Don't take these beautiful things that I've got.

"I love your laugh, your smile." Eddie starts to tear up.

"I love your hugs and how safe I feel with you. How good you are with Chris and how you always insist on watching a movie and fall asleep half way through. God I love everything about you."

I've got peace and I've got love but I'm up all night thinkin' I might just lose it all.

It could be his mind playing tricks on him but he swears he felt your hand squeeze his.

"Y/n?" Y/n can you here me?" He is full on sobbing now.

Slowly you open your eyes, blinking rapidly at the bright light.

"Oh my Goodness your ok."

"Edd.." You try to talk but your throat is dry and scratchy so Eddie gently helps you have a sip of water.

"Eddie I... I love you...too."

It takes him a minute to process what your saying but as soon as he realises he's sobbing even more.

"Really?"

You wince slightly. Jesus who knew getting shot hurt do much.

"Yes you idiot I've loved you since the first day I met you."

Eddie gently leans down, connecting your lips in a tender kiss, pulling away quickly so he doesn't hurt you.

"Who knew it would take one of us getting shot to confess are feelings."

Eddie giggles. "Maybe we should of stopped being idiots and done it sooner."

You smirk. "Nah, I don't think I'd change a thing. I get to have you looking after me for the next few weeks."

"You bet. Your going to be so tired of me by the time your fully healed."

"Bring it on."

~

Hope this is what you wanted Anon. :)

Ik I made it quite angsty but when I read the request this was the first idea thar came to my head.

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MADNESS (Eddie Munson x American Horror Story: Asylum)

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three | chapter four

Summary: Three years after his disappearance, Eddie Munson is arrested for the murders of Chrissy Cunningham, Fred Benson, Patrick McKinney and others, but the truth is very different. Unable to convince anyone that Vecna exists and that he is innocent, he is locked up in an asylum. But the only way out is to prove to his psychiatrist that he is not insane. If he fails to convince the psychiatrist, he will be executed as a murderer. He must hurry to do so, because Vecna has returned to finish the bloody unfinished business and take revenge.

Warnings: Blood and Injury, Mentions of execution, Execution, Death, Mental Health Issues, Asylum, Mental Hospital, Horror, Psychological Horror, Survival Horror, Thriller, Claustrophobia, Prison, Doctor/Patient, Serial Killers, Hospitals, Pain, Depression, Violence, Blood and Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, death of a family member, Nudity, Smut, Sex, Slow Burn, Experiments, TraumaPost-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Disorders, Smoking.

Before you read:)

This fan fiction is inspired by American Horror Story: Asylum. It contains a lot of horror and thriller content. Since the story takes place in a mental hospital, there may be various triggers. Please check the tags first as there is a lot of violence, sexuality and depression contents. This story is for adults, so close the page if you are a minor.

Please let me know if there are any tags I forgot to add. ao3 link

Violet was waiting for Eddie in the common room. When the door opened, Brendon walked in first then Eddie came in. Eddie looked around with curious eyes and smiled when he saw Violet. She gave him an almost similarly warm smile as Eddie approached the table and sat down across from her. Violet looked around carefully to make sure no one was looking at them, then put her hands in her pockets and smiled. “I brought something for you.”

Eddie's eyes lit up. “Did you bring my walkman?” he asked, excitedly.

Violet gave him a slightly bitter smile. “No, but I think you'll like it anyway.”

She took a small chocolate bar out of her pocket, put it between her hands and handed it to Eddie. Eddie's eyes were brighter than ever. He looked around and surreptitiously took the chocolate from Violet's hand.

“Oh, my God! Violet... I don't know what to say. Thank you so much.”

He put it in his mouth and ate the whole chocolate bar in one bite. “It was the best thing I've eaten in days. In fact, it was the only thing I've eaten that looked like food for days. You'll go to heaven for this.”

It warmed Violet's heart to see Eddie happy. She wondered what it would be like if they had met in a world where he wasn't insane . Eddie liked the music Violet liked, he was always quoting Lord of the Rings . He even said that he played the guitar very well and claimed to have given the best concert in the world. A small note: This concert happened in an upside-down world.

She couldn't believe that Eddie had committed all these murders. Because Eddie seemed so smart and sane.

But there was a truth. Real psychopaths always know how to manipulate you. And most of them are very intelligent. When people think of a “psychopath”, they think of someone who walks around with an axe and terrorizes people, but this is only partly true. Most of the most famous serial killers are college graduates and well-placed.

But when Violet looked into Eddie's eyes, she saw nothing that made him dangerous. Eddie's gaze was different.

Violet looked at Eddie and thought, I promised him I would find out who reported him, and he would tell me what he had learned about this hospital. I was only coming here to talk to him, but he lives here. He had more information than me. And I need that information.

Some time ago, Robert the Prosecutor had moved into the guest house building where Violet was staying because he wanted to know as soon as possible what decision Violet would make. The guest building was very close to the main hospital building, three to five minutes on foot. That's why doctors and other hospital staff, who usually lived far away, sometimes used the rooms there. 

As much as Robert staying there had annoyed Violet at first, now it was up to her to turn it into an opportunity. Robert had a business briefcase that he always carried with him, in which he kept all the files on this case. The first day Violet had come to the hospital, when he had bribed her to give him Eddie's verdict right away, Violet had realized that everything was in that briefcase. If she could get to that bag and the files, she could find out who had reported Eddie, the name was there somewhere. The only problem was how to get to the briefcase.

Violet turned to Eddie and asked gently, “What day is it?”

She asked this question every time they met, because she wanted to make sure Eddie hadn't lost his sense of time and space. Eddie leaned his elbows on the table and rested his head in his hands. He licked his lips and smiled.

“It's Wednesday.”

A smile appeared on his face, but it was quickly wiped away. “Violet, can I ask you something?”

“Yes,” Violet said, nodding her head.

Eddie took a deep breath and said, “What's your favorite music? I mean, something that when you listen to it, you say, 'This song was written for me.' ”

Such a question was unexpected for Violet. She thought for a while. “I think it's Dream On, ” she said. “Why do you ask?”

Eddie smiled. “Uh, well. I’m just curious.”

There was silence for a while. Then Eddie whispered, “I hope I never have to use it.”

After a few seconds of silence, Violet decided to go back to her routine questions. Time passed so fast when she was talking to him that sometimes she lost track of time. When their therapy session was over, Violet stood up and held out her hand. 

Eddie shook it and gave her a wicked smile. “I think that's as close as I'm going to get to a woman during my stay here,” he said, unable to contain his laughter.

Violet could imagine that her face was as red as a tomato from blushing. She turned away, holding herself back from laughing. 

When she walked out the hospital door and breathed in the gloomy air, she thought, “Jesus, Eddie, I hope you're crazy. Please be crazy. Because if you're not, you're going to die.”

As she entered the building she was staying in and started to go up the stairs, she stopped in front of Robert's room. Suddenly she had an idea and she rang the doorbell. 

Robert opened the door without making any sense. It wasn't hard to guess that he wasn't expecting to see Violet.

“Violet... What are you doing here?” he said, with surprise in his eyes.

“I came to talk to you about what position I want to rise to,” Violet replied, placing a smile on her face that she thought was impressive.

Robert leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms skeptically. He was so tall that Violet had to look up when he spoke to her.

“The last time this came up, you said I was garbage and that you felt sorry for people like me. What changed your mind?”

Violet smiled, raising her hand in the air as if chasing imaginary dust. “I think after my conversations with Eddie Munson, I'm more and more convinced that he's not crazy. He could really be a brutal killer and he could be pretending to be crazy. So in that case I want to know what I stand to gain if I write a report saying that he is not crazy. If I hear what I want, maybe the paper you want will be on your desk tomorrow.”

The satisfied smile spread across Robert's face in a way he couldn't hide, maybe he didn't want to hide it. He stepped aside and motioned for Violet to come in. 

When Violet came in, all she had to do was find that file. She was sure she could do it. She had to . Because she was risking her career and even her own life for Eddie. She didn't know why she was doing it. But she felt like she must.

In the evening, Eddie was laying in his cell, staring at the ceiling, wondering how the time had passed. He had no choice anyway, there were so limited things to do here.

Suddenly there was the sound of the door creaking. He looked up to see John standing in the doorway and gesturing with his head for him to come in with him.

They walked together to the main hallway. He grabbed John's arm, pulled him a little and leaned into his ear. “How are we going to get upstairs with all these guards here?” 

John put a finger to his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Thank God, this man always had a plan. He walked over to a huge patient standing in front of him. He went over and whispered something in the patient’s ear and patted him on the shoulder. Then he came back to Eddie, leaned against the stair railing and smiled. “Now watch,” he said.

The effect of what John whispered in his ear was immediate: The patient became enraged and suddenly attacked the nurse. Other nurses and guards rushed to the area, trying to pull the patient back. Other patients were screaming and running away, trying to find shelter in panic. Some acted as if nothing had happened and walked away, or continued to live in their own imaginary world.

John nudged Eddie with a tap on the shoulder. “Come on, hurry up, let's go now.”

As they hurried up the stairs, Eddie asked curiously, “What did you say to him?”

John chuckled and said laughing, “I just told him that nurse called him a chicken, he hates that word.”

Eddie and John hurried into the manager's office and closed the door. While John was checking the door, Eddie rushed to the phone on the desk. He started dialing the number and held the receiver to his ear.

“Hello?”

When he heard Steve's voice, Eddie felt something he hadn't felt in a long time: safety . Without wasting any more time, he quickly got to the point. “Steve, I don't have much time. I need you to come and pick me up tomorrow night. Meet me a few kilometers from the back door of the hospital around eight or nine o'clock at night. Okay? It's very important.”

Steve's voice was full of both surprise and concern, “Eddie? What are you talking about? How and where are you calling me? Listen, I need to tell you something very important.”

Eddie, keeping the conversation short, said, “I'll tell you everything, but I have to get out of here now. Will you come? Please tell me you're coming. My life is on the line.”

Steve took a deep breath on the phone. “Okay, I'll come, but listen to me - there's something you need to know -”

John suddenly gestured for Eddie to stop talking. Eddie hung up the phone without letting Steve finish his sentence.

They heard someone's footsteps approaching, John rushed over and they ducked under the table and hid. There was the sound of the door opening and Eddie gasped and used his hand to cover his mouth. The person who had entered the room took a few steps and then stopped. A few seconds later there were more footsteps and the door closed again.

Eddie finally let go of the breath he hadn't even realized he had been holding for how many minutes. He took a deep breath and stood up, but his head was spinning and he grabbed one of the shelves on the side for balance. A few files fell to the floor with the impact of his hand.

John quickly bent down to pick them up. “Wait a minute...” he said. He waved the file in his hand and showed it to Eddie. “Do you know what this is, Eddie?”

Eddie shook his head negatively.

“This is our ticket out of here,” John continued. “When they arrested me, all the evidence I found was left in my car. I was hoping maybe they'd find it and come and get me out of here. I've been waiting all this time for them to come and save me. But these files have been here all along, the bastards have been holding on to them all this time. Of course they did... what was I thinking?”

“But isn't this Manager Wilson's office?” Eddie asked in surprise.

John nodded his head in agreement and replied, “He's in on it. What do you think, Eddie? A doctor in his hospital is going to riddle his patients full of holes and inject who knows what into their bodies and the manager doesn't know about it? You're so clueless.”

What John said was true. Eddie scratched his head in thought and whispered, “You're right,” as he looked at the file in John's hand.

John continued to shake the file. “We need to keep this until tomorrow. After we escape from here tomorrow night, we can use it to shut this place down for good. Arthur will get the death row he deserves. And you and me, man - we'll be found innocent.’’

Eddie was silent for a moment, then looked at John and spoke. “John... Maybe I shouldn't come. No one would notice if you ran away, but the whole world knows me. They'll come after us. You can clear yourself, but when they catch me, they'll either bring me back here or buy me a one-way ticket to the death chair.”

John put a hand on Eddie's shoulder and said, “Let's get out of here first. We'll prove you're innocent too. I know that, Eddie.”

Eddie frowned and said, “You may know that. I know that too. But there's only one person who can prove my innocence, and she's been in a coma for three years. Even if she wakes up, it's impossible for her to remember what happened. Every day she doesn't wake up, she loses brain functions. The doctors say it will be a miracle if she can even remember her own name.”

John looked at Eddie with determination on his face and said, “I'll never let them kill you, Eddie. You're my only friend.''

For a moment Eddie did nothing but nod his head and smile. 

They hurried back to their cell, without being seen by anyone, Eddie hiding the file in the cover of his pillow. But it wasn't long before a siren sounded. It was so loud that Eddie had to cover his ears with his hands. When the electric doors all opened automatically, the whole corridor was flooded with lights, the sounds from the patients' cells mingling together. Eddie nervously stepped out into the corridor. All the other patients were doing the same. When John, who was in the cell two doors down from Eddie, came out, he looked at him from where he was. Something was clearly wrong. 

Manager Wilson and the guards behind him were walking briskly. One by one, the guards were going into the rooms, forcing out the patients who wouldn't come out of their rooms and putting them in line down the corridor. Each one was looking for something inside the cells.

Manager Wilson shouted, “There have been little thieves in my room. Pray that what they stole doesn't come out of one of your rooms.''

Dr. Arthur was there too. He pointed to Eddie and said, “Look in his cell.''

Two guards ran into Eddie's room. Eddie was shaking but he was trying to stay calm, he kept making eye contact with John - John was no different. He was scared too.

When the guard came out with the file, he said, “I think we found the thief,” and smiled slyly. 

“Get him,” Manager Wilson ordered, breathing angrily.

The guards grabbed Eddie's hands roughly, clasped them behind his back and began handcuffing him. When Eddie tried to break free, he was kicked in the stomach. 

As the guards started dragging him down the corridor, he barely looked up and looked at John, who was trying to get past the guards to get to Eddie, shouting, “Stop! He didn't do it! It was me! I stole them and I put them in Eddie's room so it wouldn't be found on me.''

Dr. Arthur nodded his head in satisfaction, as if he had expected this, and gestured to John, “Take this partner in crime to my operating room.’’ Then he turned to Eddie and said, “And this one, take him to the electroshock room.’’

Eddie's eyes widened in horror. 'Me?' he thought, 'God, help me,' he pleaded inwardly. But the God who could help him had long since left this hospital.

Eddie was struggling, four people were trying to hold him still on the bed and they could hardly contain him. “Let me go! You won't get away with this!” but no one paid any attention to him.

On the bed were leather handcuffs used to bind his hands and feet. The nurses tied Eddie's hands and feet and squeezed them tight. He struggled, but he couldn't move. He began to watch the ceiling. The light from the fluorescent lamps blinded him. Dr. Arthur walked slowly to the head of the bed and looked at Eddie. Eddie could see him backwards, he couldn't hold back his tears.

Eddie said desperately, “Please let me go. I won't tell anyone what I saw. I swear I won't tell anyone,” he begged. Dr. Arthur put something gel-like on a wooden stick and began to rub it on Eddie's temples.

“We need to make sure you don't tell anyone, son,” he said, bringing his face closer to Eddie's. Then he gestured to the nurse and told them to hook up what looked like headphones to the machine next to him. But the machine had two iron balls the size of tennis balls where they were supposed to go in the ears. They placed them on Eddie's temples.

“I beg you,” Eddie moaned, ”please don't do this.''

But Dr. Arthur didn't seem to care, he shoved a cloth like a piece of tissue into Eddie's mouth and said, “You'd better bite down on this, Munson.''

Eddie's tears flowed and mingled with his hair. He closed his eyes tightly one last time, the last thing he saw before he closed them was the light from the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling.

“Let's start with 30 volts,” Arthur said, taking a deep breath.

Violet put her coffee mug under the sink and turned on the water, she had a rough night.

Prosecutor Robert Hills was a smarter man than she thought. But he had his weaknesses. He loved winning and couldn't stand losing. He would do anything, even sell his soul, to get the “Eddie is not crazy report” he wanted from Violet. Violet had to have a long talk with him during the night. 

Robert Hills didn't trust her at all, just as Violet didn't trust him. 

Violet had asked him to show her the photos of the victims again. He had laid everything in his big brown bag on the coffee table in the center. All the files from the case were on the coffee table at that moment. Robert had even told her a few statements and details that had not been released to the public. This man really believed that Eddie wasn't crazy and that he was a murderer. 

''First it starts with nightmares. He shows you your greatest fear. You think it's a simple nightmare, so you don't dwell on it. Then you start to see it when you're awake. As your death approaches, Vecna starts to show himself. He wants you to join him. Your soul will give him strength. That's why your greatest traumas feed him.''

That's what Eddie said in his statement. As she read the file in her hand, she couldn't understand how Robert could know all this crap and still insist that Eddie wasn't crazy. According to him, Eddie was a fraud and he was making it all up to avoid the execution. Later that long night she asked him to make her some coffee. 

And while he was doing that, she found out what Eddie had asked her to do. She found out who had reported him . She was so excited she didn't even sleep until the morning. 

As soon as she woke up in the morning, she came to the hospital with great excitement. She wanted to talk to Eddie as soon as possible.

She walked down the grand hallway to the common room, she smiled at Brendon who was coming across. He noticed Brendon's agitated state. He came over and leaned into her ear “Something terrible happened last night, Violet. You must see Eddie.” 

Violet looked fearfully into his eyes. Brendon nodded for her to follow him. They entered a long corridor lined with rows of rooms and came to a room labeled “1208”. Eddie was sitting on his bed. He was staring expressionlessly at the wall in front of him, mumbling something.

She took an uneasy step into the room and looked at Brendon. Brendon nodded, confirming Eddie's state. Violet called out, hiding her fear, “Eddie?’’ She took another step closer to him. Eddie wasn't looking at her, just staring at the blank wall in front of him, mumbling, “Ed?” she called again. She was in front of him now, but Eddie's eyes still hadn't turned to her. She leaned down, put her hands on his cheeks and said, “Can you hear me?’’

Eddie's eyes were still focused on the wall, but when Violet pushed his hair back, she realized that he had red bruises on both sides of his forehead, on his temples. She recoiled in horror, but grabbed his face in her hands again and said quickly, “Eddie, look at me. Look at me.'' This time Eddie's eyes were focused on her, but his gaze was meaningless. “Eddie, do you know who I am? Do you remember me?” Violet said, her voice shaking.

Eddie closed his eyes tightly and swallowed, then paused, “You…’’ There was silence for a moment, then he continued slowly, “You're Violet.’’

She sniffled her runny nose. Her throat was knotted with pain. “Come on, let's get you to bed, sweetheart, come on.’’ She held his head and rested it against the pillow, then she covered him with a blanket.  

Eddie started watching the ceiling. When she turned her back and was about to leave, Eddie took her hand. He was whispering something. She bent her head and brought her ear close to his lips.

He whispered, “I gotta get out of here.''

The heart didn't need to be stabbed to shatter, because those words were enough to tear Violet's heart in two. She walked out the door and saw Brendon leaning against the wall in the hallway, waiting for her. She was panting. She spoke through clenched teeth. Because she knew that if she let it go, she would start crying.

“Who did this?” she asked angrily.

Brendon was as angry as Violet. “Manager Wilson and Dr Arthur,’’  he said. 

Violet asked, confused, “Why?’’

Brendon took a deep breath and said, “Eddie and John took something from his room. I don't know what it was, they found it when they were searching the rooms.''

Violet had terror in her eyes. “John? Where is he? Did they do this barbaric thing to him too? My God!” she said, fear in her voice. 

Brendon shook his head in the negative and said, “They have him in a cell. It's in the basement of the hospital, no light, no windows, a disgusting place used for punishment.’’

Violet took a pen and paper out of her purse and wrote the names of some medicines on them, “Take these and give them to Eddie. I have a little business.’’

Her eyes were burning with anger and she couldn't see anything else. The way Eddie looked at her shattered her heart. He didn't deserve this. No one deserved this. All along she had believed Eddie was innocent, that maybe the people who had committed the murders had framed him because Eddie was mentally unstable. Maybe Eddie was a scapegoat. But Eddie was innocent.

She came to Manager Wilson's office, opened the door hard and walked in. Wilson lowered his glasses in surprise as she slammed the door wide open.

Wilson said, “Mrs. George, you may not know the ethics of where you come from, but here you have to knock before you enter the room.’’

She slammed the bag in her hand hard on the table. “What is electroshock? What century are you living in? Do you realize that what you are doing is against the human rights of the world? I will report you. You are done, Mr. Wilson. You’re so done. Enjoy your last days here,” she roared. 

“Watch your tone, little lady,” Wilson said, pointing a finger menacingly.

Just then the door opened and several guards came in, ready to take her out of the room. Violet was sure her voice could be heard throughout the hospital.

Wilson said, “I told you the day you came here that my hospital and my rules apply, and in some states electroshocking up to a certain volt is still allowed, and it's not against the law. Those little thieves should have paid for what they did. You are in no position to question my techniques.''

Violet was at the point of losing her profession. “If your fucking techniques cause someone to die, are you going to take responsibility because ‘my hospital, my rules’? He could have died! You turned an innocent man’s brain into mashed potatoes, you bastard!” she shouted.

Wilson stood up angrily and slammed his hands on the table. “The man you call innocent is 23 years old and the murderer of four people. His most recent victim was a 15-year-old little girl. He put her in a coma. If by some miracle she wakes up, she will never see again. She'll be blind for the rest of her life! It'll be a miracle if she even wakes up! When they told me they were sending you here, I was happy that a professional doctor was coming. But I see that your interest in your patient has taken precedence over a doctor-patient relationship . Since you're so defensive of a murderer!’’

Violet answered him with a sharp look. “This is not something I'm saying just for Eddie, Wilson. Listen to me carefully. When Eddie recovers, I'm going to take it to court that he's in danger here, that his life is at risk. I'm going to have him transferred to another hospital. And you won't be able to keep torturing any patient the way you tortured Eddie and John.''

Wilson scratched his head with a laugh. “As I remember, John Forest was not your patient. Did you know that he burned down a nursing home and killed 15 people, including babies?”

He turned around and took out a file and threw it across the table in front of her. “John Forest” was written on it. Violet picked up the file and began to shuffle through it quickly. 

Wilson took a deep breath and sighed, “John Forest is a severe manic depressive. He lives with bipolar at its most extreme. He lives with an identity he made up in his own head. He has schizophrenia. He thinks he's a police officer who's trapped here. And he lives in a world where he says we trapped him to keep him here. He was making progress with his treatment, but since Eddie got here, he's relapsed. We expected it to progress once he found someone who believed what he said. They stole this file last night.’’ He walked to the door. ‘’Come with me.’’

Violet grabbed her purse, which she had thrown on the table, started to go after Manager Wilson and followed him. They entered a room that was used as an infirmary. A few patients were lying on stretchers, moaning in pain, others were asleep. A few nurses were giving some of them soup.

As they walked quickly past the beds, Violet saw John. He had an IV in his arm and was asleep. She had never spoken to him before but she knew who he was, he and Eddie spent a lot of time together.

Wilson raised his hands in the air as if in surrender. “As you can see, Mrs. George, we are not monsters. We've sedated him and we've restarted his medication. I'm sorry about what happened to Mr. Munson, but it had to be done. It's the only way we could keep him from getting confused. He will be fine in a day or two. None of his vital functions have been damaged anyway. He can eat, talk and go to the toilet on his own. The memories that are gone will come back in time. He will just remember some things faintly, that's all.’’

And then he walked away. Stupid bastard. Just because John was mentally ill didn't justify all the things they had done to John and Eddie, she thought. She went and sat down next to John. His eyes were closed but obviously he wasn't asleep, he was just pretending to be asleep. He had heard everything.

“What have they done to Eddie?” he asked quietly.

Violet picked up the file on the bedside table next to John's gurney, checked John's medical tests and answered briefly “Electroshock.’’

He opened his eyes, “Assholes. I'll make them pay for all this. They set me up. It's all lies. I was a policeman, Violet, I was trying to save Eddie and myself. You have to believe me, they're holding me captive here.’’

Violet could only nod. “I believe you,” she said, but she wasn't. Everything was written in the file she was holding in her hand. John felt his eyes grow heavy, unable to bear the effects of the drugs any longer. Violet looked at him sadly, poor man, she thought to herself. She put the files back on the table and left.

She didn't have the strength to deal or talk to anyone any more today, and apparently Eddie wasn't in any condition to talk either. So she thought it best to go back to her room. She was trying to digest and understand everything that had happened. When she heard a voice, which disgusted her even to hear it, she reluctantly stopped and turned around.

Dr Arthur was smiling at her with a satisfied look on his face. “Where are you going, Mrs. George? I thought you'd be attending our choir show tonight.’’

Violet looked him up and down with a look of contempt. “I'm not in the mood to listen to children dressed as angels babbling about how everything will be fine, doctor. But you should definitely go. You obviously need it. Maybe your conscience, which has been lost inside of you, will tingle a little and you will remember where your heart is.’’

She left him there and didn't even look back. Something made Violet feel uncomfortable, something about what the manager and John had said didn't make any sense. Separately it made sense, but put together it was a complicated maze. If John was an arsonist who thought he was a policeman and almost got treatment, and if the file he stole was his own patient file, then why did they electroshock Eddie ?

What were they afraid that Eddie would find out?

Violet had spent the day in her room at the guesthouse, going through the files she had received from Robert. It was almost four in the evening. After taking the last sip of her coffee, she got up and looked out the window at Chassell Hospital. Eddie was probably asleep now, probably from the drugs he was taking. She had prescribed him something to help him recover more quickly and take the pain away. Then she went into the room and threw herself on the bed. 

She was dreaming. She knew it was a dream. She was in a beautiful house with a garden. She looked out of the kitchen window into the backyard. Two little children were running around in the grass, laughing. The joy between them was like pure joy piercing the sky. She called out to them as she continued to chop the vegetables in front of her: “Be careful!”

The older one turned to her and smiled. How much he looked like her. She felt a breath behind her. Then arms wrapped around her stomach from behind. She felt a small kiss on the back of her neck. His warm breath tickled her neck. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “What's my darling wife cooking today?'' That was Eddie's voice. 

He hugged her tighter as he smiled, he started kissing her neck. “Eddie, stop. The kids are outside. They'll see.” she said, giggling.

He laughed out loud. Eddie's laughter was full and deep, like a depth that made Violet's insides tremble for a moment. She put down the knife and put it on his hands that were holding her stomach.

She backed away quickly as she felt the wetness on her hand, blood on her hands.

She turned around in horror. 

Eddie was gone. 

She looked out the window. The children were gone. 

She ran out into the yard. “Eddie! Where are you? Eddie!’’ The peaceful moment was suddenly swallowed by a deadly silence.

She was scared. Had she hurt them? She would never do that. She entered the house and ran through the rooms one by one. When she got to the basement, she came out into a hospital corridor.

She followed the blood stains on the walls. Someone who had been injured had left and grabbed onto the walls on the way out. It could be Eddie, she thought. Finally she found a room with a red door when all the other doors were white. 

As Violet stepped through the doorway, the air seemed to shift, thickening around her like an invisible fog. It wasn’t just an ordinary room—it was something alive, something breathing.

The walls were drenched in crimson. Not the dull red of paint, but the slick, glistening red of fresh blood. Thick rivulets oozed down the surfaces, some congealing into dark clots, while others left sticky trails that glistened in the dim light. The metallic tang of iron hung heavy in the air, invading her nostrils, making her stomach turn.

The floor was tacky beneath her feet. Each step produced a faint, sickening squelch as her shoes clung to the viscous surface. It was as if the room itself sought to hold her in place, pulling her deeper into its trap.

The walls seemed to move. Violet blinked, uncertain if her eyes were betraying her. No, she was sure now— they were pulsing. Slow, rhythmic, like the steady breath of some unseen, grotesque creature. The walls expanded and contracted in a hypnotic cadence, as if the room itself were alive, feeding on her presence.

Her gaze lifted to the ceiling, where ancient, unreadable symbols had been etched in dark, drying blood. They formed a language that defied comprehension, twisting her thoughts into knots with every glance. The symbols seemed to shift when she tried to focus on them, as though they were aware of her gaze. The more she stared, the more they burned into her mind like searing hot knives.

A low hum vibrated in the air—a whisper just below the threshold of hearing. Voices, layered and interwoven: men, women, children—all speaking in a language that gnawed at her sanity. She couldn’t understand the words, but she felt them. They crawled inside her head, coiling around her thoughts like serpents.

She turned toward the door, her heart pounding. But the door… was gone. Where it had once stood, there was now only more of that blood-soaked wall. There was no way out.

It was as if someone was talking to her. She couldn't understand where the voice was coming from, but it seemed to be coming from inside her head. “Violet,” said a deep, stern voice.

“You have suffered so much. But it is over now. I'm here to give you the freedom you deserve.’’

She closed her eyes tightly. She thought of Eddie's face. His angelic face. 

When she opened her eyes again, she was between the police cars. And her sister was crying and hugging her, saying, “I can't believe that bastard did this to you. It's over. It's over now.'' For a moment she looked away in surprise, she was remembering this day.

This was the day she feared the most and swore she would always forget. One of her patients had attacked her. He had grabbed her by the throat and choked her until her eyes went dark. She was the one who had gotten him out of the hospital and she was paying for the wrongest decision she had ever made. At the last moment, in a last ditch effort, she hit him on the head with the frame she was holding out her hand and the frame shattered, broke. She had hit him so hard that one of the shards of glass had cut a vein in his forehead. She looked as if she had taken a blood bath from the blood that poured on her. When she came out, the help she had already called for had just arrived. Her sister was getting out of one of the police cars, crying. “I can't believe that jerk did this to you. It's over. It's over now.'' 

She was reliving that damn day in her dream. She was reliving it over and over again. She was forcing herself to wake up, but it was no use. Eventually she was sitting in the back of the ambulance again, she had forgotten how many times this endless cycle had happened. 

Suddenly she felt the crowd slow down. Someone came out of the building where she was staying, it wasn't a person. It was some kind of, something, a thing. His whole body seemed to be on fire, maybe wrapped in ivy. She couldn't understand what it was. It came towards her, slowly but surely. When he looked into her eyes, she felt her soul being pulled.

“Your time is coming, Violet,” the creature said. It was the same voice she heard in her head, “You will join me.''

The moment she opened her eyes, she jumped out of bed in fear. Someone was banging insistently on the door. She poured water from the pitcher on the nightstand into a glass. It could have been the worst and most realistic nightmare she had ever had. She was out of breath, her heart beating like it was going to pierce her chest. She was sweating like she had literally run hundreds of meters.

She took a deep breath, turned on the light and looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost ten o'clock at night. She wondered who had come at this hour. She slowly went and looked through the hole in the door. Someone with long brown hair was waiting in front of the door. It was not someone she recognized. She thought it was one of the nurses or security guards working at the hospital and opened the door.

’’How can I help you?’’

The man looked worried and said, “You are Violet George, aren't you?’’

She nodded her head. She looked at him with curious eyes, waiting for him to explain.

“Hi, I'm Steve Harrington.’’

Violet poured the coffee into the cup and handed it to Steve. Then she walked over to the window and looked outside. Only a few lights were on in the hospital. They would turn them all off soon. The church choir's performance should have been over by now, she thought. After sighing, she pulled the curtain closed and sat on the couch. ’’Did Eddie tell you what he was going to talk about? At least, did he mention what it was about?’’

Steve shook his head. ’’He just told me to come and pick him up from the back door of the hospital. He sounded really scared, like his life depended on it. He said he’d explain everything after I got him. I’ve been waiting for him for a few hours, but no one came. I thought he might be in trouble.’’

She rubbed her forehead with her hand. So Eddie somehow knew what was going to happen to him, and that’s why he wanted to escape , she thought. But now she was even more curious—what did he learn that made him want to run away so urgently?

She sighed, ’’Actually, Eddie got into a bit of trouble because he trusted a friend. One of the other patients, his name is John. He's been receiving treatment at this hospital for some time—I just found out today. He told Eddie that he was a police officer who was lured into a trap and brought here. But in reality, he's an arsonist, though he doesn’t realize it. He tricked Eddie into trying to escape with him.’’

Steve gave a bitter smile. ’’Don't take this the wrong way, Doctor, but from your tone, it doesn't sound like you really believe that.’’

Violet nodded. ’’There's something that’s been bothering me. On my first day here, I met a patient at the door named Mitsy. It was obvious she had a mental illness, but physically, she looked healthy. Later that same day, I learned that another patient named Mitsy had died of severe pneumonia.’’

Steve was staring at her with curiosity.

Violet continued, ’’The patient who died had been bedridden for a long time, unable to walk. They told me it was just a coincidence of names.’’

’’But you didn’t believe them,’’ Steve said, narrowing his eyes as if waiting for her next sentence.

Violet nodded again. ’’I searched the records room where they keep files on all the patients, looking for someone named Mitsy. And what do you think I found? Nothing. There was no other patient named Mitsy. The woman I saw that day and the corpse were the same person. But that brings up another question. How did that woman end up in that condition within just a few hours?’’

Steve was nervously biting his lip. ’’Do you think Eddie wanted to escape because he figured out the reason behind all of this?’’

’’Most likely, yes. He was going to tell me everything anyway. He just made a deal with me—if I found out who reported him, he would explain everything. Now, I’m not even sure if he’ll remember everything clearly…’’ Violet sighed. ’’Right now, there's only one person who knows what really happened. And I’m not sure if I can trust him—John Forest.’’

Steve stared at her, his eyes wide with urgency. ’’Wait a minute. Did you find out? Did you tell Eddie?’’

She looked at him, confused. ’’Tell him what?’’

Steve leaned forward, his voice more intense now. ’’Who reported him to the police! Did you tell Eddie?’’

She shook her head. ’’No.’’ She didn’t understand why Steve was suddenly so nervous. Clearly, he knew the answer to that question too. But deep down, something told her that Steve didn’t want Eddie to find out.

Steve stood up anxiously and began pacing around the room. "Violet, listen to me… we need to get Eddie out of there. Because…" He trailed off, struggling to find the right words, running his fingers through his brown hair, scratching his head as if it would help.

"Steve, he's my responsibility. If you know something about him, you need to tell me. I wouldn’t do anything to put his life in danger." Violet’s voice was calm but firm, urging him to continue.

Steve took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. "If I tell you… you won’t believe me." He hesitated for a moment, then a smile flickered across his face, as if an idea had just struck him.

"But I can show you."

They started walking deeper into the forest. About seven minutes had passed since Violet first thought this was a bad idea, but it was already too late to turn back. She had known Steve for less than an hour, and yet here she was, following a stranger into the woods.

"There it is!" Steve said, pointing ahead.

Violet squinted through the trees and saw a narrow path. At the end of it, a yellow car was parked. "I didn’t know there was a road here," she murmured.

Steve smiled and ran toward the car. He knocked on the back window, and after a moment, the door opened. A few young people climbed out, all looking around 18 or 19 years old.

Steve introduced them briefly. "These are Dustin, Will, and Jane."

Violet smiled and greeted them, and they nodded in return. Then they all got into the car. The drive was quiet for the most part. Violet only asked how they had found her, and unsurprisingly, the answer was the newspapers. Ever since Eddie Munson had been caught and sent to the hospital, it had been the only topic in every news outlet and newspaper.

As the minutes passed, Violet's curiosity grew.

They eventually pulled up in front of the city’s 24-hour library. It was past midnight, so the place looked deserted, except for a lone clerk dozing at the front desk.

They made their way to one of the computers. Steve showed her some old newspaper clippings. A series of strange events that had happened in Hawkins.

"So, Eddie Munson isn’t the strangest thing to happen in this town," Violet thought.

Experiments on children, a closed-down factory, townspeople claiming to have seen a creature resembling a dog, people disappearing without a trace… One article even mentioned a girl rumored to have extraordinary powers.

Violet’s questioning gaze locked onto Dustin and asked.

“Alright, I’ve read all this, but do you have any actual proof that any of it is real?”

Dustin, calm and confident, smiled again as he repeated his words.

“The proof is sitting right in front of you.”

As the sentence echoed in her mind, Violet looked at him with a puzzled expression. What did he mean by that? Her eyes narrowed slightly as she tried to piece it together.

And then it happened. The chair... it started to move.

At first, she felt a faint tremor, then slowly, it began to rise off the ground. Her hands instinctively gripped the sides of the chair, as if clinging to the last remnants of stability. Fear climbed up her spine like a cold wave. Her mind split into two conflicting thoughts: This can’t be real. You’re imagining things. Stay rational, Violet!

But another voice challenged her logic: Are you stupid? You’re flying!

Her eyes darted to Jane. The young girl had her hand raised, fingers extended as if she were pulling invisible strings. Wherever her hand moved, the chair followed. Jane’s face was calm, devoid of any hesitation. It was as if she did this every day, as casually as breathing.

Violet’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat reverberating through her ribcage. Her breaths quickened, short and shallow, barely filling her lungs before rushing back out. Breathing wasn’t enough. The world around her seemed to defy gravity, the laws of reality bending before her eyes.

When the chair finally descended and her feet touched solid ground again, the trembling in her body didn’t stop. Her hands shook uncontrollably, her fingers feeling like they no longer belonged to her. Her knees felt weak, as if they might give out at any moment.

Fear wrapped around her mind like a suffocating fog. This wasn’t a simple fear. This was the sensation of reality itself cracking. She was witnessing the unraveling of the universe’s rules.

Will, moved quickly. He rushed to her side and offered a glass of water. “Are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Violet reached out to take the glass, but her fingers trembled so badly she feared she might drop it. She managed a small sip, the cold water sliding down her throat, but her breathing remained erratic.

As she tried to steady herself, Will’s file slipped from under his arm, scattering a few newspaper clippings and sheets of paper across the floor. But Violet’s eyes were still fixed on the empty space in front of her, on Jane, and on what had just happened.

Her mind raced toward an undeniable truth.

Eddie wasn’t crazy.

The stories he told, the ones everyone dismissed as paranoia, as nonsense… They were true. All of them were true .

The realization turned Violet’s thoughts upside down. A deep sense of helplessness echoed within her, like falling into a bottomless pit. Knowing that Eddie wasn’t insane was comforting in one sense, but that comfort was short-lived. Because it meant something far worse.

Eddie was trapped in a truth too big to explain.

And no one would believe him.

No one in court would listen to these stories. No one would believe in his innocence. The entire world would see him as guilty, and that would be Eddie’s death sentence.

Will and Dustin hurriedly gathered the scattered drawings and newspaper clippings from the floor.

"Stop!" Violet’s voice cracked, still trembling with fear. "Can you hand me that?"

Dustin grabbed the drawing she was pointing at and passed it to her. Steve was saying something about how Will had drawn all of them, but Violet's focus was locked on the creature staring back at her from the paper. The same creature that haunted her dreams.

When she had seen this monster in her nightmare, she had assumed it was just a figment of her imagination, influenced by the files she had read. Like how after watching a horror movie, you dream about being hunted by the killer. But she had never told anyone about that dream. And now, here it was—the creature, identical in every detail.

Jane noticed Violet studying the drawing intently. "Why are you looking at it like that? Did you see it?"

Violet nodded slowly. "Is this... Vecna?"

"Yes." Steve, leaning against one of the bookshelves, crossed his arms over his chest.

"But that's not even our biggest problem right now," Dustin added.

Violet’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What are you talking about? What could be worse than this ?"

Will, with that familiar expression of delivering bad news, spoke quietly. "Max woke up."

Violet looked at them, uncomprehending.

"Maxine Mayfield," Steve clarified.

Her blood ran cold. Was this some kind of contest to deliver the worst possible news one after the other?

"Max Mayfield?" Violet repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "But... she’s the one who reported Eddie."

Steve stepped closer, kneeling in front of her, and took her trembling hands on his own, as if trying to steady them.

"Yes," he said softly. "Because that’s not Max. Vecna is using her as a host. We don’t know if he knows that we’re aware of it. That’s why we have to be extremely careful. Max is still in there somewhere, just like Will was years ago. Vecna was controlling him like a puppet, using him as a spy. Vecna lived in the mind of someone connected to this world, gathering strength. It was his mother and brother who pulled him out of Will. And now, Vecna is doing the same to Max. We’re waiting for the moment when she’s at her weakest."

Violet sighed in disappointment. "If Vecna inside Max is Vecna, that means... Vecna who reported him is Vecna. And that means... when the court asks Max who did this to her, Max will say Eddie ."

Dustin shook his head. "They'll execute him. That's why you need to get Eddie out of there."

Violet pointed to herself, stunned. "Do I need to get him out of there?"

Steve said, "We need to go back. We have to protect the town. Listen to me, Violet. Vecna is already after you. He'll eliminate anyone protecting Eddie. Take a walkman with you and put your favorite music in it. Never let it out of your sight. No matter the cost."

Violet now understood why Eddie had asked her for her favorite music. She had to pull herself together and accept what was happening as quickly as possible. There wasn’t even time to sit down and cry. Her and Eddie's lives were in danger.

Just as she was about to stand up, she turned back and sat at the computer. Everyone in the room was watching her with curious eyes. "I need to learn one more thing," she said. She typed "Fire at Sidney Nursing Home" into the search bar. 

News about the fire popped up in front of her. She saw a photo taken by a journalist. Firefighters were trying to extinguish the flames. Police had put up yellow tape all around the Nursing Home. The public, waiting in fear for the fire to be put out, were watching the firefighters. And there he was . He was in the back, but she knew it was him. John Forest. He was wearing a police uniform. He was talking to the man next to him. She knew it. John was telling the truth. John was not lying, he was indeed working as a police officer at the time of the fire at the nursing home. But wait... Violet recognized the person he was talking to as well. He was also wearing a police uniform. It was none other than Brendon , the nurse from the hospital.

She printed out the article and stood up. "We can go now."

Steve pulled the car into the entrance of the hospital. As Violet got out of the car with a heavy motion, Steve handed her the phone numbers, saying, “If anything goes wrong, you can reach these numbers.” Slowly, as he closed the car door, he looked at her one last time and continued, “Be careful.” For a few seconds, the sound of Steve’s car engine blended with the silence of the hospital, and then he quickly drove away.

Violet took a deep breath and entered the hospital. There was a faint chill in the air, as if the walls of this place always emitted a shiver. It was very quiet inside, as if everything had remained still on this night. She only occasionally heard the painful moans of patients coming from the corridors.

Every now and then, guards, nuns, and nurses appeared in the corridor, passing by quickly. But none of them seemed to notice Violet, or perhaps they preferred not to. After all, she was a doctor in this hospital.

As Violet walked toward Eddie's room, her heart beat a little faster with each step. At that moment, suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder from behind, and the fingers swiftly and strongly covered her mouth. Violet was paralyzed with fear. She wanted to scream, but her voice only came out as a muffled gasp. Her hands were trembling as she tried to pull herself back, but the man's strength made every movement feel like a greater threat.

As he continued to pull her backward, Violet was being dragged quickly through a dark passage. The spaces between the rooms seemed to deepen her fear, as if each one was a hidden witness to her terror. At that moment, she felt the traces of the hospital’s cold, slick air on her hands, arms, and fingers.

As she was being dragged toward the janitor’s room, the person holding her turned her toward him. It was Brendon . He made a quiet "shh" gesture with his other hand. When she nodded in fear, he finally removed his hand from her mouth.

Violet yelled angrily, "What do you think you’re doing!?"

Brendon pulled a card from his pocket and then retrieved a file he had hidden on the side of his jacket and handed it to her.

He whispered, “This is my nurse card. It opens all the patient rooms except for the manager’s offices and the cells in the C block. With this, you can take Eddie out of his cell.’’ Then he handed her the file. ’’And you’ll protect this file like it’s everything. It contains all the filthy things Dr. Arthur has done. John and I were after this man. I was about to lose my job to get this file, so make sure it gets to its destination, Violet.”

Violet, filled with fear and adrenaline, listened intently to every word coming from his mouth, nodding her head to show she understood.

“How will I get Eddie out of here?” she asked.

Brendon gave her directions to a secret way leading from the C WARD . Violet didn’t want to go through the C WARD.

There were animal-like things there that had lost any trace of their humanity. She had been terrified the first time she saw it, and that was during the day. Now, it was well past midnight, and she was certain that Dr. Arthur kept his undead experiments locked up there. But there was no other way, she had to get Eddie out of here.

She ran to Eddie’s room. She showed Brendon’s card to the ID scanner next to the cell door and stormed inside. Eddie seemed surprised. He stood up. "Violet?" he murmured.

It was clear he couldn’t immediately tell who was coming through the darkness. His speech had improved, but his hands were still shaking from the effects of the electroshock. Violet ran to him and hugged him. She was there. In his arms.

Eddie stood still for a few seconds, still in shock. Then she felt Eddie’s arms wrap around her shoulders, pulling her toward him. He smelled her hair. Then he pulled back and held her face in his hands.

Eddie whispered, “What are you doing here? Someone will see you.”

Violet whispered back, “I know you’re innocent, Eddie. I’m getting you out of this hell.”

Eddie smiled and tightly squeezed Violet’s hand. Before they left the cell, Violet checked around to make sure no one was around. Once she was certain, they left together. They weren’t running, but they were walking quickly. Eddie held her hand and pulled her. “Wait!”

Violet turned to him, as if asking what was going on.

“We need to take John too. We can’t leave without him,” he said.

For a moment, she hesitated, feeling uneasy. Violet was already getting herself into enough trouble; she couldn’t take any more risks. “I’ll come back for him later. I promise. We have to go right now, ” she said.

But Eddie shook his head in disapproval. “He got you into trouble for me. When the files came out of my room, he took the blame. He could have said nothing, but he protected me. I owe him this.”

Violet reluctantly accepted it. It seemed Eddie wasn’t going to leave without John. She gripped Eddie’s hand tightly again, and they started running. Fortunately, the infirmary was on the ground floor. When they rushed inside, several patients started screaming. She was relieved that this was a mental hospital, because patients always screamed here, but they were rarely taken seriously.

They headed for the bed where John was. He was awake, sitting up, seemingly lost in thought. He was surprised when he saw them. “What are you doing here?”

“There’s no time for questions. We need to leave. Now!” Violet yelled.

They ran together and finally entered the corridor where the C WARD was. It literally smelled of death. They were running for their lives.

Violet only turned around for a second. Eddie and John were no longer there. The corridor seemed longer than it actually was.

She saw the creature - Vecna - coming toward her slowly from a distance.

Vecna's presence was emerging from the darkness like a shadow, and it was appearing at the end of the corridor. The sound of its footsteps was turning into a metallic, echoing growl. "Eddie?" she murmured in fear, unsure if Eddie and John could see her or Vecna anymore.

They were so close to the exit door. Eddie’s heart was about to jump out of his mouth from fear and running; his eyes were going dark as he ran. Sometimes, flashbacks of memories came and went in front of his eyes; the electroshock felt like it had reset his entire body. He couldn’t stop his hands from trembling, and there was an incredible pain in his head.

But the nightmare was now over. The only thing they needed to do to get out of this cursed asylum was take a few more steps, then they would be free. Eddie noticed for a moment that Violet had stopped. He called out to John, who was running ahead. "Wait!"

Eddie hurried toward Violet."Violet, come on. Why did you stop? We need to go. What are you waiting for?!"

She didn’t respond. She just kept staring down the corridor. Eddie waved his hand in front of Violet’s eyes.

"Can you hear me?! Violet, can you hear me?! Shit.. shit, I don’t like this. "

John came to them in a panic. "What’s wrong with her like this?!" he was saying.

Eddie didn’t know. No , it couldn’t be. He knew. This was exactly the same as what happened to Chrissy. Was Vecna taking her?

God, no. No.

Eddie quickly grabbed Violet by the shoulders and began shaking her violently. Then he cupped her face in his hands. "Violet! Can you hear me? Violet! Listen to me! You have to run from him! For God’s sake, you have to run from him!" Eddie was shouting in fear.

John timidly nudged Eddie; Eddie didn’t have a second to spare for him. "Wait, John!" he yelled, his tears fogging his eyes.

John was pointing down the corridor. The patients in the C ward were waking up, and there were sounds of banging on the doors of the cells. The patients in these cells were humanoid creatures who had survived Doctor Arthur’s experiments. Eddie thought, this can’t be happening now. Please, not now.

He turned back to Violet. He slapped his forehead a few times. "What was her favorite song? What was it?!" He couldn’t remember. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to think, but it hurt so much. The places where they had electroshocked him were still aching.

"Dream on!" he said suddenly, with a brief expression of relief as he remembered the song, but… what were the lyrics? He squeezed his eyes shut again. He had to remember. He slapped his forehead a few more times.

He was shouting at himself, ’’Remember the lyrics, come on Eddie!’’

Then Violet suddenly began to rise slowly into the air. Eddie's eyes were focused on Violet's slowly levitating body and his pulse was getting faster and more erratic with each beat of his heart.

John was so terrified by the sight that he collapsed to the ground. He was screaming. ’’What the fuck is happening?!’’

Eddie swallowed hard, ’’No, no. Please don’t take her. I can’t lose her too.’’

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[wormswurld]

Manipulative Benson combined with your most recent nurse Benson post in my mind,,,, Benson guilting randy for being snappy with him,,, randy feeling bad and meekly accepting Bensons help because Really, Benson's right he SHOULD be more grateful, Benson helped him SO MUCH,,, hehehe this ship ain't called stockroom syndrome for nothing ppl

yes! 🙌 randy doubts himself and his judgment because benson has been pretty kind to him (for the most part), he gets them a place to stay, feeds them both, let’s randy wear his clothes, cuddles randy if he has a nightmare; benson’s too good for randy :( (or at least randy thinks so..) but randy needs to fix his attitude, be grateful for what benson does for the sake of him, the sake of “us”, tell benson how happy he is to be his boy etc.. stockroom syndrome for life!

[voidvannie]

⋆˚࿔  ꒰ 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗨𝗧 ꒱  𝜗𝜚˚⋆

⋆✩⋆ ─── 🎶and i thank god every day for the girl he sent my way🎶 - beautiful things, benson boone

⋆✩⋆ ─── pairing: jamie drysdale x isabelle hughes

⋆✩⋆ ─── beautiful things masterlist main masterlist

⋆✩⋆ ─── in which . . . belle finds out she's pregnant & has to tell jamie right away!

⋆✩⋆ ─── feel free to send in any request for things you want to see in this series, or in any of the other series on my page. Or if you just want to share some thoughts about what you read, or if you want to talk about oc's!

𝙳𝙴𝙲𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 𝟷𝟽, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 . ┊

belle grins as she stands in her and jamie's shared bathroom in philadelphia, her camera propped up on the rectangular jewelry box resting in the middle of the two sinks.

"welcome to jamie and i's bathroom. today is. . . ," she trails off, picking her phone off the counter to check the date, "december seventeenth. so, jamie and i have been married for six months, and i think i may be pregnant. i've had pregnancy scares before, but i feel different this time."

"it is super early in the morning, jamie is at the gym with carter and cam so i thought it would be the perfect time to take a pregnancy test." she holds the wrapped test up for the camera to catch it. "i'm gonna pee on this stick and i'll be right back."

"okay, that's done." belle caps the last pregnancy test and sits it back down on the bathroom counter, "i'm really freaking nervous. jamie and i haven't really been trying for babies, but we also haven't done anything to prevent babies from happening. either way, we'll both be excited and happy."

"jack will probably be the most excited out of my brothers, and most likely will throw himself a party. he's always asking me when i'm making him an uncle and i'm sure he has a bet going on with trevor." belle nervously fidgets as she tries to think of anything to keep her mind from wondering. "why did i think this was a good thing to do on my own?"

moments later, the timer that she has set up goes off and she picks the first test up, her jaw dropping as she takes in the small 'pregnant' on the small screen, "holy fucking shit."

flipping the other test over, she jumps in place as they also read 'pregnant', and she holds them up for the camera to see them, "holy shit, i'm pregnant! i'm fucking pregnant! i wanna call my mom but at the same time i want to keep this between jamie and i until i can at least go to the doctor and confirm that i am a hundred precent pregnant."

"jamie should be home in a little bit so the next time you see us, we'll be telling him that he's going to be a dad! okay, i need to calm my nerves down."

the camera view now shows jamie scrolling through his phone on the couch, freshly showered from his morning at the gym with a few of the Flyer's players and with no mind that he was being recorded.

a sigh leaves his lips as he locks his phone, laying it on his leg and throwing his head down onto the back of the couch, "baby! come sit with me on the couch! we can watch a movie!"

a angelic giggle rings through the room before belle moves into the view of the camera, a view of the three pregnancy test tucked away in the pack pocket of her blue jean shorts. "hi."

jamie smiles widely, leaning over to kiss her softly, "hi."

"okay, i know we promised to not be those kinds of couples, but i got you a present for six months of being married." belle smiles warmly at her husband as her hand moves to the back of his neck, gently scratching at his scalp.

"hmm, that feels nice." jamie's eyes slip close for a few second before he opens them back up, turning his head to look over at his wife with a stern expression on his face, "what did i say about just buying me shit? it's my job to surprise you with stuff, not the other way around."

"this is a good surprise, i promise. now, close your eyes and hold your hands out."

"baby, i swear, if this is another one of your tiktok pranks, i'm sleeping on the couch for a week." jamie sighs before doing as she says.

belle takes the test out of her back pocket and places them on his hands, "okay. open."

"holy shit! no fucking way!" jamie jumps up from the couch, pregnancy test hitting the floor as he jumps around, "no fucking way!"

the blonde watches her husband run around their living room before he rushes back over to pick the best up from the floor, his eyes closing over as he made sure he was actually seeing what he was seeing.

"baby, holy shit." jamie sits on his knees in front of belle, forehead resting on her legs as he took the moment in, "you're pregnant. baby, you're fucking pregnant."

"i'm pregnant." she runs her fingers through his hair as tears fill her eyes, one falling from her eye as she blinked. "we'll, it says that i am, but i'm not a hundred percent sold. i made an appointment for the doctor for thursday."

jamie nods, lifting his head up from her knees and bringing his hand up to wipe the tears away from her eyes, leaning forward to kiss her on the lips a few times, i love you's between each one. "i love you."

"i love you."

the video ends with a silent moment between belle and jamie, their foreheads pressed together before the screen goes black and the worlds, "baby drysdale coming 2026" appearing on the screen.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Stolen love

Benson x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing, mention of stealing and murder, no use of Y/n

Summary : Hours of driving around in his car, talking about favourite movies, playing games like I see what you don't see, wishing for food, spending the night in a motel...and a gift for their special anniversary together from Benson that he personally picked out.

info : So my first time writing for Benson, thank you @starry-eyed-wild-child for this post that inspired the whole one-shot (it's so cute) check out the blog. Have fun reading as always my dears ;)

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A road trip that was what they had been doing for several days, a road trip from city to city, from one state to another, sometimes more conspicuous and sometimes less.

Just a young couple on their way to see the beauty of their own homeland, at least that's how Benson had always put it when they were asked by the police or other statesmen.

With a convincing display of brochures and maps, their photo album and his more-bad-than-right ‘facts’ about some national park, they had got no problems.

It was the truth that they had been travelling by car for days and almost a week, even if it was more to go underground, but that didn't mean they missed out on the beauty of the places.

,,Anything that makes you happy, princess," she heard in the barely amused voice, but she could see that Benson was happy that she was at least having fun, as much fun as you could have in a national park with flowers.

It had been a good idea to stay here for a few hours after they had robbed a small petrol station on the highway and disappeared so quickly that the police had probably only just made an announcement.

Since then they had been here, she was happy about the camera she had taken, Benson was relieved that the shop had his favourite cigarettes and the tranquillity of nature made itself known when sirens could be heard.

Holding the camera in front of her face, she turned a little and smirked, Benson leaning against the car, eyes closed, hair slightly tousled, something she liked to do when he took off his cap.

On his wrist was a bracelet which she had also stolen, at first he thought it was shit, didn't understand why but he kept it and it was a gesture she had touched.

He savoured his cigarette in silence and calmed his tense nerves He can be so calm she thought to herself as their love rarely seemed so relaxed.

Usually their sweet journeys were filled with swearing, his worldviews, cigarette smoke, sirens and the kiss he always gave her when they left a shop.

It was his way of saying thank you, his way of saying thank you that she shared his views, sometimes it just took a little violence to get things rolling.

After the supermarket incident that almost went wrong, she had blood on her hands just like Benson, but the ‘cause’ was needed to get closer.

Because now she was on a journey with him and underneath all the blood, all the swearing and frustration with people was someone with feelings...Benson was capable of love, she knew that.

Whether it was the look he gave her when she looked at the map to see where they were, a look of amusement and trust when he covered her with his yellow jacket when the night got colder than she expected, or the kiss of success every time they needed new things.

Benson might be as morally bad as she was, he might be stained with blood but he was someone who loved and could love and he loved her with every fibre of his body.

,,Do you want to keep looking or take a photo?" he asked, dropping the cigarette to the ground with an unimpressed look, yet he lingered for a brief moment which she used to take her photo, ,,Thank you my muse,” she said, seeing him shake his head at the nickname.

But it was true, since they were together he was her muse, in every photo she took he was the centre of attention.

As she looked through the gallery, she heard him open the boot and seemingly pull something out, she barely noticed Benson's footsteps but only looked up when he cleared his throat.

To her astonishment, he held out a plastic bag to her, ,,I promised, I didn't our damn anniversary," he said and she could feel the embarrassment, he was not a man of emotion.

It didn't matter, making a cheerful noise she hugged him and felt him hug her back, ,,Thank you Benson thank you!" she cheered and even noticed his grin as she gave him kiss after kiss.

He really hadn't forgotten, it was the anniversary of their first ‘murder’ together, it was a bit macabre but when she pulled out the stuffed animal giraffe it didn't matter.

Her shriek made him grin even wider when she recognised the stuffed animal, which hadn't had a place in her bag, ,,I didn't miss your look, I knew you wanted it the moment I shoot that girl," he commented, flicking the animal's soft horn as she hugged it to her.

With the bag still in her hand, she saw him open a small box, ,,And that's because you have my fucking heart" he opened as he held out the heart pendant necklace to her, seemingly finding his words funny as he smirked.

It was the same chain that she had also looked at but couldn't take out of the glass box without immediately raising the alarm.

Of course Benson had seen it too, he had sent her back to the car before he ran back to the car with a slightly bloody hand and they took off, but it was all worth it.

His bright eyes watched her joy and emotion as she blinked away a few tears, touching her heart with her fingers, she saw the ingrained squiggles of ,,I love you so fucking much" as she gave him the necklace and spun around so he could put it on her.

Putting her hair slightly to one side, the next moment the necklace was around her neck, ,,Beautiful, fucking beautiful my love" he replied and putting his hand on her cheek engaged her in an intense kiss, he didn't seem to let her go and she didn't want to let go of him either.

She wanted to stay with him forever, forever together, forever with Benson and he would always be with her, be there for her and shoot down anything that came between them.

They both may have done bad things, they both may have killed, they both may be bad people but nothing would come between the love they had for each other.

Fucking nobody.

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@thatsthewrongwallcraig

[hellfirenacht]

Anomaly Chapter 5

Fic Summary: You can talk to anyone in school with no problem. At least, anyone who’s not named Eddie Munson.

Chapter Summary: You and Eddie make some calls and get to know each other a little more.

Tags: Eddie Munson x Reader, one-sided enemies to lovers, one-sided pining, miscommunication trope, anxious-ish!Reader, fem!Reader, Reader is not described, no use of y/n

Word Count: 2.4k

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No beta, you all should know better by now.

“You’re old enough to buy your own now, you know. I’m only gonna up-charge you.” 

“What? Can’t a girl just buy some smokes from her friend?” 

“Right. Friends.”

“Fine, then I’m supporting a local business.” 

“What do you actually want, Stacy?”

“I’m just making sure that you two are going to play nice.”

“What the Hell? Shouldn’t you be telling her that?”

“She’s always nice.”

“Right, and I’m the queen of Sheba.”

“Well then, your majesty, just give me my smokes and I’ll be on my way.”

Bev wasn’t too happy that Eddie was going to be coming in an hour and a half later than expected on his Wednesday shift but she waved it off. The Hideout survived without him for god knows how long, the small dive could handle losing a busboy for a few hours on a weekday night. 

He sauntered into Ms. Benson’s classroom a fashionable ten minutes late, and a few dollars richer. You were already sitting at a desk chatting with Ms. Benson about who-knows-what before taking his own seat on top of the desk. 

If Eddie had to be here, he might as well rebel in his own way. He really would rather be bussing tables and trying to convince Bev to give him extra time on stage than do school services with someone who hated him. 

“Nice of you to join us, Mr. Munson.” Ms. Benson said, ignoring the fact that he was on his desk. She pulled out a thick binder and a rolodex that looked like it would fall apart if she didn’t hold it just so. “In here, you’ll find the budget for Spring Day and all of the different vendors and events that we’ve used over the past ten years.” 

Being the smart woman that she was, she placed the rolodex in front of you and dropped the binder on Eddie’s lap. He raised an eyebrow and flipped through it casually, as if looking through the Spring Day binder would provide him with secrets to the school that he could use to force Higgins to let him graduate this year. 

“There’s a phone in the teachers lounge you can use.” She continued, grabbing her own purse. “Let me know what you come up with on Monday.” 

“Wait- are you leaving?” You asked, jaw dropped as Ms. Benson started out of the room. “You’re not gonna help?”

“There’s only one phone. Just get some quotes for vendors. All of the information is in the binder. Just close the door tight when you leave.”  

Your mouth was still agape as Ms. Benson left, which was very amusing to Eddie. It was dead silent before Eddie burst out in a maniacal cackle that echoed through the classroom and made you jump. That also amused Eddie. 

“Well well, it looks like it’s just us in charge of Spring Day.” He got off the desk and dropped the binder down where he had just been sitting. Eddie leaned over the binder and flipped through it. “I’m thinking evil clowns, adding balloon popping back but with knives, and a petting zoo with snakes and goats.” Eddie turned and grinned wide at you. 

“What, no fortune teller to tell you how you’re gonna die a gruesome death?” Your voice was flat, but Eddie could pick up the hint of amusement in your voice which made his grin widen. 

“I’m sure we can dress you up in something covered in stars. I’ll sit under the table and shake it. We’ll make a killing!” Eddie laughed. 

“A killing? Really?” You shook your head at the terrible joke and flipped through the rolodex with a sour look on your face. Eddie hadn’t meant to make a pun, but if it annoyed you he’d keep it up. 

Play nice.

As if Stacy had any say over what happened between the two of you. He barely knew either of you.

“I don’t think we’re supposed to charge for anything, anyway.” you continued, flipping through the cards almost as fast as Doug flipped through long boxes at the comic shop. 

“What doesn’t kill Higgens won’t hurt us.” Eddie pressed, not even fully invested in the idea himself. Something about his talk with Stacy just got under his skin, and the only way he could shake it was by getting under yours now. 

“I don’t think half of these businesses even exist anymore.” you said to yourself as you kept flipping through the rolodex with your good hand. Eddie sighed and figured you were ignoring him until you continued. “This laundromat shut down last year. I heard it was a front for some mafia and there was a shootout.”

Eddie perked up a little, had that been an attempt at playing along? It wasn’t completely in line, but everyone in town knew that the laundromat had just been flooded from the inside when a pipe burst. 

“There’s no mafia in Hawkins.” Eddie said, looking over your shoulder at the rolodex. “Only cults that sacrifice people to the dark forces.” 

You stopped messing with the rolodex, and Eddie wasn’t sure if he’d said something wrong. You had apologized before, maybe it was too soon to joke about it? 

Eddie was usually good at reading people, but you were harder to understand. 

“So, what’s the budget that we’re supposed to be working with?” You asked, changing the subject. 

“Three pennies and an expired coupon for Benny’s.” Eddie replied, flipping back to the first page. 

“Yeah, that sounds right. I guess there’s no room in the budget when the basketball team needs new jerseys or the cheerleaders need pom-poms.” you rolled your eyes, done messing with the rolodex. 

Eddie was a little surprised at the dig towards the cheerleaders, considering your best friend was one. Had been one. Why the hell had she wanted to buy smokes from him today?

The two of you finally got up and made your way to the teacher’s lounge. Ms. Teedee, the art teacher, gave him a half hearted wave as she finished washing her coffee cup. Eddie liked Ms. Teedee, she didn’t give a shit about his reputation. Art and shop were the only classes he had ever done consistently well in, so when he was saddled with a third senior year he decided to re-take art as an easy A. 

The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon calling places and taking down numbers. You did most of the talking, but Eddie took charge when you got up to use the bathroom. 

Eddie was surprised when you came back, well that you came back. He wouldn’t have been surprised if you had run for the hills and left him alone. But you did come back, two bags of chips in hand. One of them was offered to him. 

“Thanks...?” Eddie didn’t mean for that to come out as a question, but it did anyway. How was it that one minute you hated him, but another you were apologizing? You were scandalized to be left alone with him to work on this, and yet came back with food. 

He shouldn’t trust it, but he also wasn’t too good for free snacks. 

“So, what’s your deal?” Eddie asked, timing his question with you shoving a few large chips in your mouth. 

“Huh?” was your graceful reply as you covered your mouth with your hand. He could see that his timing was not appreciated, which made him feel better. 

“Your deal. Which of these fine cliques here at Hawkins Hell do you belong to?” Eddie elaborated, spreading his arms as if gesturing to a crowd when in reality he was gesturing to the table the phone was sitting on. 

You took a moment to finish chewing, giving him a glare as you finally got the chips down. Okay, maybe Eddie felt a little bad for that, as you had been nice enough to get him a snack. 

Play nice.

He was a dungeon master, he wasn’t known for playing nice. He could at least play fair though. 

“I don’t belong to anyone.” you said finally, flipping through the binder and not looking at him. “I got in late, made friends with Stacy and... I don’t know. This late in the game, cliques aren’t exactly taking new applicants. Not this close to graduation when everyone has known each other since elementary school.” 

Eddie looked at your broken wrist again, looking at all the different signatures. For someone who didn’t belong to any group, you sure were on everyone’s good side. 

Everyone had some group they belonged to. That’s how high school worked. The Freaks sat with him, the Jocks sat with their teams, the Science Nerds sat with the science nerds... that’s how high school- no, that’s how the world worked, according to Eddie. 

Your response would normally have you tucked away as “new kid” or “freshman” but neither of those fit you. You knew too many people. You hung out with an ex-cheerleader, but you weren’t exactly jumping around with excitement at the last pep-rally. Stacy still dressed like a cheerleader, and was just as nosy as one but you didn’t look popular. 

Not that there was anything wrong with the way you looked to Eddie, you just didn’t look or dress like the popular crowd. He could tell you apart from the near identical wave of perms and ponytails. 

What was your deal?

When Eddie didn’t respond in an appropriate amount of time for you, you responded with the same question. 

“What’s your deal, Eddie?” His name sounded foreign coming from your mouth. 

“Huh?” he asked, shoving a chip into his own mouth, mimicking you. You rubbed your face and let out a laugh, to his surprise. 

“What’s your deal? Or, I guess what’s Hellfire’s deal?” You clarified. 

“Well, you see, it’s a fantasy game-” 

“Not a cult?” 

“I can neither confirm nor deny that.” 

“Go on.”

You didn’t interrupt him again as he started explaining the bare basics of the game, figuring that you were just looking for an excuse to stop calling people for a moment. That was fine with Eddie, he’d happily sit here and rant about his favorite game in the teachers lounge, tainting the warden’s space with the game that they tried to hide away from the rest of the inmates. 

What he didn’t expect was for you to be listening so intently. You were looking at him, really really looking at him. If Eddie didn’t know any better, and he liked to think that he did, you seemed to be actually interested in the world he was opening up up to you. 

His eyes glanced down at your cast, and the curly signature of Chrissy Cunningham shimmered slightly on the underside of your cast. Eddie could barely make out her last name, but he could assume that the glitter gel pen signature belonged to the cheerleader. 

That reminded Eddie that, popular or not, you were still in a completely different world than him. One where people actually liked you and didn’t sneer at you for bullshit reasons. 

But then why were you looking at him so intensely? 

“So you’re playing make believe with dice and if you roll high you can do things and if you roll low you eat shit.” You said, crumpling up your bag of chips. 

It was a grossly simplified explanation of the game that Eddie had poured hundreds of hours into. 

“Yeah, basically.” At least that had killed a good fifteen minutes. 

“And you’re god.” You added, which Eddie did appreciate. 

“No, I’m Satan, remember?” He flashed you his most charming smile and you just laughed again. 

“You aren’t that bad.” You sounded like you meant that. 

“Tell that to my players, they say I’m worse than Satan.” He said with pride. 

Your conversation was interrupted by the bell, announcing that any clubs needed to pack up and leave. Eddie took that as your cue that you were done. 

You closed the binder and the notes that you two had taken over the past hour and took a deep breath. 

“Wait, shit, Mrs. Benson left. What do we do with this?” You asked, motioning to the binder and rolodex. “Do we just leave it here?”

Eddie wouldn’t have thought twice about just dumping it on one of the tables and leaving. He still had his shift to get to, but... 

“Come on, we’ll drop it on her desk.” he said, and walked out of the lounge before you could protest. 

You caught up to him a moment later, glaring at him for ditching you and leaving you to scramble with your things. Eddie wasn’t sure if he liked you more when you looked like you were hanging on his every word or looking at him with annoyance. Maybe Eddie just wasn’t sure if he liked you. He sure couldn’t tell if you like him at all. 

“It’s locked.” you said. 

“Barely. Make sure no one’s coming.” Eddie squatted down and pulled out a thin strip of plastic from his coat. He could feel his eyes on him and he looked up at you as you gaped. “Not me, look out for anyone else.” he clarified. 

Once you had looked away and down the hall, it didn’t take more than a few seconds for Eddie to jimmy the lock open. He grabbed the rolodex and the binder from you before you knew what was happening. 

Eddie had broken into the classroom, dropped the items off the desk, and slipped back out into the hallway in less than a minute. 

“How’d you learn to do that?” you asked, following him out towards the parking lot. 

Eddie just shrugged. “I’m a man of many talents.”

It was cool outside, the winter weather seemed to finally be on its way out. A small beep signaled you to the sleek car that Stacy drove and you waved at her. Being the good friend that she was, Stacy had offered to drive you home that night. 

“I guess, I’ll see you next week.” you said to Eddie. 

“Same bullshit time, same bullshit place.” he agreed, watching you hop into the car before heading off towards his own van and drive off. 

“Sooooo, how was your date?”

“It wasn’t a date, it was school.”

“Did you make out in the teachers lounge?” 

“No, I gave him a hand job in the janitor's closet.”

“The one by the gym, or the one by the science lab.”

“The gym. Smelled worse but at least there weren’t any dangerous chemicals.” 

“No, really, tell me what happened.”

“We called different places to get quotes for Spring Day. He also talked about Dungeons and Dragons for fifteen minutes.”

“And then you made out?”

“No.”

“But you wanted to.” 

“....Stacy, I’ve never wanted to blow someone more in my entire life.”

Author Notes: Sorry this took so long, I got so brain dead writing this. I really need to visit more of the source material. I love Eddie, but he just hasn't been talking to me much lately. Hopefully when Rise of Hellfire comes out it'll help lol

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[notinmyvocab]

Swing Set

This has been sitting in my drafts for months. I'm probably never going to finish it so here ya go!

Your partner wants to try something new. You're not entirely thrilled. Olivia Benson is undercover the same night.

Olivia Benson x fem!reader, takes place during 12x19

The smell of the place made your head hurt. Too many perfumes mixed together, trying in vain to cover the scent of sex.

This was supposed to be exciting. And at first it was fun. Getting ready had been fun. Actually spending time on your hair, and using glittery makeup that you don't get to wear to work, and a fun outfit. Maybe if you had gone to a regular club, you would be having fun.

Instead, you were here, sitting in the corner while your partner was... you didn't know where. Surprisingly, you weren't jealous. This was what they wanted, and knowing that they were happy did actually make you happy.

That didn't mean it didn't hurt.

Apparently you weren't enough. Apparently you weren't exciting.

Okay, maybe you were jealous.

You downed the last of your club soda and went to get a refill. Alcohol would've soothed your soul, but the last thing you wanted was to be out of it in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces because your one familiar face was nowhere to be found.

"Club soda."

You weren't the one who placed the order. It was a woman taller than you in a leopard print sleeveless dress. She was... different. There was an air of uncertainty around her, but it was misplaced. It seemed almost fake, very unlike your own uncertainty.

"Same," you told the bartender.

As he turned to grab two glasses, you glanced over to the woman when you felt her eyes on you. Was she checking you out? No, the look was a touch more inquisitive.

"First time?" you asked as the bartender handed over both of your sodas.

"That obvious?" she chuckled. She took the slice of lime from the rim of the glass and squeezed the juice into her soda.

"My first time too," you admitted. "Partner kinda convinced me to come."

"And where's your partner now?"

"Wish I could say."

The woman's brow furrowed. "You get all dressed up to go out together and you end up alone? Doesn't seem like much of a night out."

No, it didn't. You definitely couldn't argue with that. "And what about you?" you asked. "Just decided to do something nuts and come to a swing club by yourself?"

[drghostwrite]

Something to Fight for…

Pairing: Olivia Benson x reader

Summary: Tricia is a nurse who lost her license, she ran an underground ring and would kill the girl’s that got pregnant. Captain Olivia Benson and her team caught this killer and took everything but after a good lawyer comes around and releases her she goes after what Olivia loves most, and that means you(her wife) and your unborn baby.

******************************************************** “My phone!” You turned back towards your bedroom knowing you forgot something.

You saw it laying on Olivia’s side of the bed and went around to grab it, catching a glimpse of yourself in your bedroom mirror. You stopped running a hand over you 30 week bump, you felt your baby push a foot against your hand.

“A month and a half, and we finally get to meet you baby girl.” You felt another kick, you could hear Olivia in your head saying but wait we don’t know that yet, and Noah cheering about wanting a brother. One thing was you were so happy about having the baby that you didn’t care as long as it was healthy but you had a feeling, you always had a feeling.

Your phone started ringing and you quickly answered, “Hey Gina what’s up?”

“Not much, just checking in your assistant said you weren’t in yet and you do have that appraisal in 30 minutes.”

“Oh I knew I forgot something,” you scrambled and heard her laugh on the other end.

“I knew it, blame it on the hormones!”

“Girl I’ll be there in 20!”

“sounds good.” You heard the dial tone of her hanging up and you raced to grab your bag and keys. You heard your phone ringing again and answered not looking placing it between your shoulder and ear running out of the house.

“Girl I said I’ll be there in 20 I won’t be late, just prep everything for court later.”

“Y/N?” You heard Olivia’s voice. “Tell me you’re gonna be late.” She chuckled.

“Liv!” You whined, “I told you.”

“No, I recall you moaning my name this morning and asking me to stay.”

“Ugh, you’re not wrong.”

“I just wanted to call and check in, I was gonna swing by the office and see how my girls are doing.”

“your girls?” You poked with a smirk.

“what can I say it’s growing on me.”

“Well… I mean…” suddenly you felt a pinch turning you saw someone behind you, Olivia said something on the phone but it all went blurry and you felt an arm come around you and your bump.

Y/N, Y/N, love what’s going on? that’s the last thing you remember hearing before it all went black.

——— time jump———

You heard someone shuffling around and you tried opening your eyes but you felt drowsy, that was until you felt a hand ghost along your pregnant belly and then a sharp pain, a scalpel slid across the taught skin.

“Stop!” You groaned out.

You were propped against pillows supporting your back, you tried to reach out but your hands were tied to the bed rail you pulled the unrelenting restraints, something cold tapped your arm you looked up to see an IV bag hanging the tube hooked into the crease of your arm, you tried to kick but she sat next to your hip it wouldn’t be any use. You took in the woman before you about your height, and you were on the taller side only two inches shorter than Liv, she had fit features, brown eyes and dark raven hair.

“Whaa… what’s going on who are you?” You strained against the bed frame.

“Hmm funny I know who you are, but you don’t know who I am, do you?”

“Should I?”

“Oh darling see I was one of your wife’s biggest cases, she took everything from me. I had a nursing career and a good operation going and all the sudden gone.” She ran fingers along you belly, feeling the skin twitch uncomfortably beneath her touch. You watched the scalpel in her other hand propped on your thigh, you winced at a slight cramp feeling but brushed it off.

“See I ran an underground…refuge, for girls that got pregnant, they could come have their babies, I would help with deliveries and then we would put them up for adoption.”

“You killed all those poor girls.” A tear escaped you eye.

“Hmm see that’s a harsh term more like released or set free. It was good for awhile but in comes Captain Benson and the SVU to save the day. They put me in prison and destroyed everything.”

“Sounds like y… yo… Oh God!” You felt a contraction roll through your body. You watched her reaction as you tried breathing, “wha… what’s happening?”

“Well you see that IV in your arm, that’s pitocin made to induce labor quickly, I figured it would be helpful.”

“No no it’s to early… the baby isn’t ready.”

“baby will be fine… mommy on the other hand.”

“why… why are you doing this?” You felt another contraction, wincing and straining against the ties on your wrist.

“I lost everything, my baby, my dream job, my life all because of your wife so I’m going to take what she values most.”

“No, no you can’t, please you can’t…” you begged another contraction coming on, this one caught you off guard and you gasped as you felt liquid between your thighs.

You felt her place her hands under you thighs pulling your knees up, “Well there goes your water only a matter of time now.” As you fought through another contraction you saw as she quickly left coming back in scrubs, she put on gloves, and you heard the sounds of metal assuming it was other instruments. She came back scalpel in hand, she ran her fingers over the long slice from earlier the blood on her finger. “See this? If you try to fight or escape I will cut this baby out of you, understand?” You slowly nodded.

———time jump———

You felt two hands forcing your knees apart, “ Please you can’t do this.” You begged tears rolling down your face, sweat coated your strained features and hair stuck to your face, you fought the pressure, the urge to push unbearable. You didn’t want to bring your baby into this environment, not with a sociopath that was ready to take everything from Olivia.

“Push Y/N.” She demanded.

“It burns so bad.” Tears fell down your face as you were nearing a point of no return your baby was coming whether you wanted it to or not.

“It’s because you’re crowning, now push.”

“I can’t it’s too early.” A strangled groan escaped your lips.

“Push dammit, if you don’t you both die.”

“Noo…” you grunted another contraction coming over you, but in rebellion you felt as you pushed feeling the baby shift down the pain becoming more bearable, but you knew it was one push closer to your baby being in the wrong woman’s arms. “Good, now another…”

“No…” breathing ragged.

“Y/N this baby is coming whether you want it to or not, so push before I have to cut it out.” If you could fight you would, if you could jump off this bed and kick her ass you would. But you couldn’t you fought against the restraints that kept you tied to the bed rail, taking all your energy to not push, delaying this delivery as much as you could, praying that someone… anyone would get there in time.

“Ughhh…” unwillingly your body let out a guttural moan as you could feel your body warring with itself.

You glanced over her shoulder seeing slight movement as she was focused between your legs. It was Sonny and that meant Fin and Olivia weren’t far behind. You felt relief, until another contraction came and you knew it was time to push. You heard Sonny call out to her, feeling the bed shift as she stood to face him, a couple quick footsteps and then a gunshot, you screwed your eyes shut hearing a thud and then heels quickly enter. You felt a hand on your cheek and someone’s forehead met yours, you opened your eyes to be met with Olivia you let out heavy breaths as tears fell between you, she pulled away.

“You’re safe I got you.”

“Liv, I…” another contraction interrupted the small moment and fear entered her eyes, she quickly undid your hands pulling out the IV, she tried to move you.

“You’re in labor, you’re… okay time to go.” She tried to lift you off the bed hoping to get you down to her car in time to rush you to the hospital.

“I can’t… Olivia I can’t.” You winced as she tried to move you.

“Love, we have to get you to the hospital.” She urged.

“no, no time, she’s coming, the baby is coming…..this is happening now.” You groaned through another contraction.

“um okay, okay” she looked around, she leaned down to look between your legs, one hand going to your thigh as she felt you tense under the weight of another contraction, she saw your babies head and watched as it slowly moved as you pushed, your eyes crammed shut gritting your teeth. Using the hand that you currently had in hers you pulled her away from the sight before her and back up to your face.

“I need you…” you whispered.

“I’m right here… but you need help.” She explained.

“so get someone, anyone but I need you here.” You countered the best you could as she took pity on you. She didn’t like seeing you like this, in distress fighting with nature as you brought her child into this world, during one of the scariest nights of your life.

“Amanda!” She called out, and the blonde agent came right in, eyes widened at the sight before her, you were propped on pillows legs up groaning and fighting through a contraction, Olivia next to you trying her best to stay strong and not freak out.

“Liv?”

“I need your help.” Olivia said meeting her eyes.

“I see that” she came closer to you rubbing a hand on your leg.

“Look we can’t move her.”

“so you want me to do what?”

“deliver this baby,” you spoke up through gritted teeth, “those boys aren’t coming near me like this, all you have to do is catch.”

“Um, what, no… I, no Liv , I can’t.” She protested

“Please for me.” Olivia pleaded, as you let out another moan, Amanda thought and then quickly agreed. You heard Olivia then yell to Fin telling him to get paramedics there quickly, Sonny kept other rookies and cops out of the house.

“Liv I have no I-idea what I-I’m doing… I can’t deliver this baby…”

“Just catch my baby,” you gritted your teeth, “when the baby comes out…wrap her in a towel to keep her warm.”

“Okay…okay, then let’s do this, one big push for me.” She encouraged, more so for herself than you.

You pushed as Olivia and Amanda cheered you on, “wait Y/N wait.”

“what… what’s wrong?”

“I think it’s just the cord, just let me check.” You threw your head back trying not to push on this next contraction and what you didn’t see was the hand she held up for your wife to see, fingers coated in dark red blood. Olivia’s face shifted from excitement and worry to stone cold and you could sense something was up by the way her muscles tensed.

“what’s wrong?” You said between breaths.

“I…” Olivia sat unmoving a tear escaped her eye, she can’t lose you or this baby, she wouldn’t be able to live.

“Y/N there’s a lot of blood.” Amanda explained.

“Is the baby okay though?”

“Y/N” Olivia tried to reason.

“Amanda is my baby okay?”

“I…I think so but I can’t be sure.”

“Once the baby comes out you worry about her not me…” tears ran down your cheeks as Olivia looked into your eyes terrified at the thought of losing you.

“It’s a lot of blood…” Amanda tried again.

“Get me to a hospital but you make sure that this baby survives first.”

“Y/N Benson…” Olivia protested.

“Baby, then me… promise.”

“I promise, but I still love you.” She bent down pressing a fervent kiss to your lips. Her tears hitting your cheeks for a small moment before you pulled away with a gasp, your forehead pressed tightly to hers.

You pushed with the next contraction, you felt the head fully slide out, “Head is out!” The blonde exclaimed.

You turned your head as you pushed on last time, a scream falling from your lips, Olivia’s tears hitting your cheek as her forehead was pressed into your temple. You pushed for what felt like an eternity before the shoulders came out and before you knew it Olivia was holding your new baby. Moments later red and white lights flashed outside the indie and heavy footsteps could be heard resounding as paramedics rushed in and started with you pushing Olivia and the baby away, they quickly got you in an ambulance, Olivia and the baby sliding in beside you.

“boy or girl?” You asked pulling down the oxygen mask.

“girl” she answered as she watched you fight the urge to pass out, paramedics trying to give you a blood transfusion as you went pale. Tears fell down her cheeks, staining the small towel that she held your baby in.

———time jump———

Four hours later you were safe and sound in the hospital room, you felt a pressure on you left hand and looked, there was you wife’s hand in yours head resting on your arm.

“Liv?” You watched as she slowly lifted her tear stained face and looked at you, she realized you were awake and quickly pulled you into a kiss.

“I was so scared.”

“I know babe, I was to.”

“Oh God Y/N I can’t lose you.”

“Olivia Benson, I’m not going anywhere that easily.”