#biking and then laying down with this song on is the death of me

[juneneedsabreak]

it's summer and you know the drill

time to see without my eyes again yall

[basketonthedoorstepofthefbi]

I love how you characterize Aaron Hotchner! Would you please write something for him along with the quote ‘keep your eyes open, sweetheart’? Completely up to you, but was definitely thinking about some heavy angst 🙃🙃

"look at me" - hotch x gn!bau!reader - 985 words

cw: injuries and depictions of violence, general angst, anxiety, hotch literally just being a hero as per freakin usual

why hello my love! thank you sm for this request <3

i don't write a lot of angst, it's certainly something i need practice with! but i really enjoyed writing this and i smooch ur lil forehead

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People always say that in a near-death experience, your whole life flashes before your eyes. 

Not yours. 

You didn’t see your whole life, no. You saw bits and pieces - learning to ride a bike, walking at your high school graduation, pinning your FBI badge to your blazer. And then you just saw Aaron. 

The first time you met, shaking hands as a brazen formality in the middle of a case, feeling his deep, brown eyes scrutinize your every move, watching him watch you. He was testing you back then, seeing if you’d be a good fit for the team.

The first real conversation you shared with him - The Beatles, which song was his favorite? Laughing at him when he said Yellow Submarine. 

When he held your hand for the first and only time on a particularly rough case, about four months ago, and promised you that things would get better. 

When you comforted him for the first time, about three months ago, after Haley left him. You promised him that everything happens for a reason. 

Five minutes ago, when you told him you felt certain the unsubs were going to strike again. You felt it in the pits of your stomach, you told Aaron. And he just nodded and said he trusted your intuition. Then he held the door open for you, and led you out of the police station, into the dead-quiet night of the street.  

He clicked the key fob in his hand, and the SUV burst into red-hot flames and sent you both flying. You were immediately knocked unconscious, your body thrust out into the street flippantly, like someone had simply thrown a baseball. 

You come to on the concrete, your head pounding. All sound is muffled, but you see Aaron on his knees, hovering over you. His face is covered in dirt and soot and blood, and he keeps cupping his hand over his ear. 

“ - hear me?” Sound is restored in the middle of Aaron’s question. It’s abrupt, like someone changing the channel on the TV, but you can hear again. You feel dizzy and disoriented as you prop yourself up on your elbows. 

“Stay down,” Aaron instructs, guiding you gently to lay flat on your back once again. Your entire body is throbbing. 

“Aaron,” you feel a panicked, whispered sob escape you. He grabs your hand and you feel him squeeze it. Your eyes roll into the back of your head. You feel dizzy, like you might pass out again and Aaron’s grip tightens around your hand. “It hurts.” 

“Keep your eyes open for me, sweetheart. Please?” The endearment rolls off of Aaron’s tongue like he’s said it a million times before. He hasn’t. Your relationship with him has been professional-ish up until this point. You’re not sure how he feels about you, exactly, but at this moment, it doesn’t matter. 

 He doesn’t even acknowledge that he said it. “What hurts?” Aaron’s speaking loudly, like someone who has headphones in. His hand is still pressed against his ear. 

“All of it,” you murmur. “Everything.” 

You feel tears in your eyes. Your stomach is in knots and you feel like someone is sitting on your chest. You blink a few times, feeling the tears drip down your face and onto your lips, salty and full of dread. 

Aaron’s checking you over, you realize, lifting your head gently and quickly to make sure you’re not bleeding. He’s talking to you, telling you what he’s doing so you don’t panic even more. He uses feather-light touches to lift your arm, and pain shocks you, coursing through your wrist. “Shh, hey, I’m sorry,” he says, laying your arm by your side. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Your wrist is broken.” 

You blink a few tears away. 

“I’m going to pick you up, Y/N,” he tells you. He never calls you by your first name, but you’re in so much pain that you can’t even be jarred by it. “Can you move your other arm?” 

It feels laden, but you can. You nod and whimper in confirmation. 

“Can you hook it around my neck?” He asks as he slides his hands under you. The crooks of your knees and your back are cradled by Aaron’s arms and you wrap your arm around his neck. Once he determines you’re stable in his arms, he lifts you up. You hear sirens blaring as they get closer, and you see Aaron grimace. You feel his body tense up, his fingers curl around the fabric of your shirt. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask him in an unfiltered mumble, sniffling as he carries you towards the nearest ambulance. 

“It’s just my ear. I’m fine, Y/N. I’ll be fine,” he promises, but you feel how labored his gait is. It’s taking everything in him to carry you to the ambulance. You want to tell him to stop, to remind him that the paramedics can bring the gurney to you. But you’re so tired, so dizzy. You think maybe if you just rest your eyes a little bit, you might feel better. Your head tilts to rest in the crook of Aaron’s neck. Your eyes flutter shut. 

“Y/N, you might have a concussion. You have to stay awake, okay?” Aaron’s voice draws you back. Your eyes are shaky when they open, and you see him looking at you with weighted concern as he sets you onto the gurney. 

The paramedics load you shakily up into the ambulance, and you reach your uninjured arm out. “You’re going to the hospital with me, right?” You ask. 

Aaron nods, climbing in after the paramedics and sitting beside you. His eyes are piercing and full of consternation as he takes your uninjured hand in both of his. He runs his fingertips over your knuckles, nodding assuredly, though you are certain he is feeling exactly the opposite.  “Yeah. Of course. I’m not going to leave you.”

[volklana]

I Could Drown Myself In Someone Like You

Part One

Title Comes From This Song:

You can find my other Biker!Bucky fic here:

Request: Hey girl I literally just found your blog and when I tell you I BINGED your Ride series. Please I beg could we have some more Biker Bucky? Maybe barmaid reader? I really don't mind as long as we get some BikerBuck!

Warnings: Mentions of unwanted physical attention. Future chapters will allude to past domestic abuse. If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

Bucky pulled his bike into the parking lot of his bar and grill.

A customer stepped outside to light a cigarette and the light from inside spilled out into the dark, along with the music playing inside. 

Bucky was nothing if not a creature of habit, every night he would ride his bike through winding forest roads, down to the creek, and sometimes he would lay on the riverbank smoking cigarettes like he and Steve used to do when they were teenagers, before they’d gone to war, before he’d been fucked up. Before he became whatever this version of himself was.

And then in the evenings he’d pull up here to his bar and drink nearly not enough whisky to drown out the nightmares in his cabin behind the bar. 

Sighing, he let himself into the bar. Steve as always was pouring drinks and chatting easily in that light hearted way he had, Bucky would have been envious if he hadn’t loved him so much. Steve had managed to hold on to all the best parts of himself, but Bucky’s were buried somewhere in a bunker in the Middle East, and even if he wanted to, he could never get them back. 

Sam was busy flipping steaks at the grill and gave Bucky a wide eyed grin as Bucky passed him by and pushed the swing door into the back office.

He stilled all action at the sight of a girl in his office on top of his chair, on her tiptoes still unable to reach the top shelf as she fumbled to reach something.

“Can I help you?” he said gruffly and god damn if he didn’t startle you half to death and nearly cause you to fall off the chair. 

“I’m looking for the grenadine syrup, Steve said I would find it up here.”

“Oh he did, did he?” Bucky laughed “And did he also tell you it was fine to climb all over my shit in the process?”

“No, Sir,” you offered meekly, stepping gently down off his chair “I’m sorry,” but you couldn’t fight the smile that was threatening to spread across your face. 

Bucky huffed and reached over your head with ease, pressing the bottle of grenadine into your hand.

“Next time Steve sends you on a mission like that, tell him to pull his lazy, tall ass in here and reach the damn top shelf himself,” 

You smiled up at him, and he felt the ghost of a butterfly in his stomach.

“I’m y/n,” you offered with a smile and he couldn’t help but return a lopsided one himself.

“Bucky,” he returned. 

Bucky made your mouth water, his tight black jeans were ripped at the knees, and he wore a well worn leather jacket but it did absolutely nothing to hide his muscular frame, his hair was long and messy and was just begging for you to run your hands through it. You had to shake all thoughts of him from your head as you returned to your shift.

“What’s her story?” Bucky asked Steve, eyeing you as you made your rounds and he sipped on his whisky.

“Why do you assume she has a story?” Steve cocked his head now following you in his line of sight too.

“C’mon Steve, no one ends up here unless they have a story. They’re either running away from something, or someone. Or they’re on their way to somewhere else, and they’re simply stopping off here.” 

“Bucky,” Steve sighed, clapping him on the back “You always assume the worst in people.” 

“And they always prove me right,” Bucky countered while taking another sip.

As you finished mopping the floor, you made your way into the back office, looking shy, wringing your hands, nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked.

“Sam said to talk to you about if it would be okay to get this week’s wages upright,” Bucky could see straight away how embarrassed you were “Bucky I wouldn’t ask, but the bnb are asking for payment upright and I’m just 40 bucks short.” 

Bucky was reaching into his wallet straight away and you tried to put out a hand to stop him.

“Please..Please,” Bucky shook his hand and handed you some notes, you scrunched your eyebrow at his kindness.

“Take this for tonight and I’ll get you your full wages for your shift tomorrow.”

“I’ll pay you back Sir,” you said, voice so low it was almost a whisper and he shook his head softly.

“Let me give you a ride back,” he offered and you shook your head profusely.

“You’ve done enough for me tonight,” you reminded him, notes in your hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow for my shift.” 

Bucky watched you go, and again that ghost of a butterfly fluttered in his stomach and he grimaced uncomfortably.

Bucky watched you over the next few nights, always the first to your shift and always the last to leave.

And every night you refused any offer to drive you home from him, Sam or Steve. 

He was filling out papers in his office when he heard a gentle knock and you were before him.

“I wanted to give you this,” you said meekly with some notes in your hand , “I can’t thank you enough Bucky.”

“Doll,” he sighed, surprising even himself with the nickname “Please keep it, consider it a welcome gift.”

“If it’s all the same I would like to give it back to you,” you smiled, placing it on his desk “It was awful kind of you and I’ll never forget it.” 

Before he could even respond you had dipped out of his office and began your shift.

The bar went quiet when a particularly menacing looking gang wandered into the bar, and immediately Steve and Sam stood to attention, you were in the back fetching more pitchers.

They seemed to be scouting the area out before choosing a table at the opposite end of the bar to settle at.

Steve caught your arm as you went to take their orders “Be careful,” he nodded towards them and you went to take their orders gingerly. 

Amid the wolf whistles and cat-calls you finally managed to take their orders, which you promptly relayed to Sam and Steve. 

After you had successfully served their food and first round of drinks, you retreated to behind the bar before they summoned you back again. 

“C’mere baby,” one of them slurred pulling you onto his lap.

You initially tried to laugh off how uncomfortable you were, but when he wouldn’t let you wrangle free, you felt trapped and felt your panic begin to rise. 

“Let me go,” you tried weakly when he began to try kissing your face, trapping your hands in his much stronger ones, you tried to make pleading eye contact with Steve but he was nowhere to be seen.

As he let go of your hands to toy with the waistband of your denim jeans you finally managed to bolt free, but when he grabbed your arm and spun you around you reacted with a swift slap to his face, shocking even yourself, but you were in no way expecting the sharp sting of a returning slap, tears welling in your eyes and hand flying up instinctively to your burning skin. 

Everything else passed by in a blur as you recognised Steve and Bucky kicking into action, you just about managed to get your feet to move before you were collapsing down behind the bar, feeling the all too familiar feeling of a panic attack ripping through your body and the awful sensation of not being able to breath.

It seemed like hours before Bucky was before you where you sat, rocking back and forward, hands covering your ears.

“Doll,” he tried and you cowered away from him, he got down on his hunkers and gingerly reached for you, “it’s me doll, it’s Bucky. Breathe for me. Breathe for me.” 

When you finally felt like you could breathe again Bucky went to fetch a glass of water and leaned up against the counter, arms folded, he examined you over, eyes honing in on the red, swollen skin of your cheek.

“I’m so sorry Bucky,” you finally broke the silence, refusing to meet his eye.

“Hey,” he shushed, dropping down to his hunkers in front of you again “You have nothing to apologise for!” 

You couldn’t help the tears that sprung to your eyes with shame and you wanted the ground to open up and swallow you whole. 

You rolled your eyes and sniffed, “This was meant to be a fresh start, and it seems like trouble just follows me wherever I go.”

“What can I do doll?” Bucky said softly reaching out to put a reassuring hand on your knee, it was only then you realised his knuckles were bloody.

You realised with a startle that he had got his knuckles bloody for you.

“Can you take me home Buck,” you asked swiping your thumb over his knuckles, your silent thank you for the trouble they had gone to on your behalf. 

Bucky pulled into the parking space of the bnb, and helped you take your motorcycle helmet off. 

It had been weeks since you first reached town and Bucky was curious.

“What are you still doing here? You don’t want to find somewhere proper?” 

“Nobody will rent to me,” you said sadly “I’ve tried everywhere. Even that shack out by the creek that’s been abandoned since before we were born. Nobody wants to rent to me because I’m an outsider.” 

Bucky was suddenly angry at how the town had been treating you.

“Thank you for taking me home and I’m so sorry about tonight,” you said softly and Bucky turned to examine your face, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, your eyes fluttered closed at the touch and something jolted inside Bucky.

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispered and you nodded softly.

You stood gently on your tiptoes and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow Buck.” 

Bucky tossed and turned all night. He had briefly fallen asleep only to once again be woken by a nightmare. The same one. That same bunker. That same chair. But then something unexpected, when he tried to close his eyes again, your eyes were staring back at him, and if he was honest that was what was keeping him awake. He knew he was in trouble….

“Keep your coat on y/n,” Bucky ordered as you arrived for your shift.

“What? Why?” you cried, fearing you were being let go, Bucky huffed a laugh at your horrified expression, “Doll, you’re not fired. We’re taking a little road trip.” 

You climbed onto his bike and held on tight to his torso, winding through Californian redwoods, the mountain air all around you.

Bucky finally pulled onto a little dirt track that led up to an opening in the trees and a singular cabin stood against the backdrop of a small lake. 

“Come on,” he motioned, removing your helmet, and leading you inside.

It was cosy, the living room and kitchen were open plan and there was an old cast iron log burner in the middle of the room with logs stacked either side of it.

There was one room off the side which you assumed was the bedroom.

“Well, what do you think?” Bucky asked motioning around.

“It’s beautiful Buck,” you said, still unsure why he had brought you here “It’s a beautiful home.” 

“It’s yours,” Bucky stated simply, back turned to you and  hands on his hips.

“What?” you almost shrieked and he replied in the same nonchalant tone “It’s yours!” 

“Bucky, wait!” you deadpanned, catching his shoulder and forcing him to turn around to look at you, eyes scanning his face until he conceded.

“It was my Mom’s cottage, and seeing as she’s not here anymore and I’ve got my place at the bar, I think you should have it, you can’t stay at that bnb forever. You need a place of your own.Plus it’s about time some life was breathed back into this place ” 

“Buck,” you cried, eyes watering, not letting go of your hold on him “Are you sure?”

“It’s yours doll,” he whispered, eyes flicking briefly down to your lips, “For as long as you choose to stay, and I hope you do stay, it’s yours,” 

You extended your hand out to him “You take the rent out of my wages,” you ordered, waiting for him to shake on your deal.

“Doll,” he sighed “The place was lying empty, I'm not going to charge you rent,” you looked like you were about to argue when he stuck his hand out too, “Counter offer, if you do this place up. Make it somewhere lived in and beautiful. Somewhere my Ma would be proud to look down on, then we’re quits.”

You nodded and shook his hand ferociously, tears threatening to spill.

“Thank you Bucky,” you whispered, pulling him into a hug and relishing in the feel of his strong arms around you, and your heart hammered in your chest when he placed a gentle kiss on your head.

After a month or two of working at the bar you had saved enough to buy a second hand, beaten up old pickup truck, and Sam brought you out to pick it up.

“Are you sure you want this hunk of junk y/n?” he argued but you were enamored and being able to drive it home to your cabin filled you with an enormous amount of peace. 

You had been growing closer and closer with Bucky, sometimes he would stop by on your days off to do some of the diy you pestered him about on your shifts and if you were honest you really enjoyed the company.

The first few nights on your own in the cabin had been nothing short of terrifying. You weren’t used to being alone and on the second night a huge storm knocked all your power out and you shivered in bed all night terrified of the darkness.

Bucky came around the next morning and fixed your generator so that would never happen again. 

“There,” Bucky sighed “All done!” 

You came to join him on the porch and passed him a bottle of beer and he flicked a switch and the fairy lights he had hung all around the cottage flickered to light.

“They’re beautiful Buck,” you smiled, hugging him tightly, eyes lighting up like a child as you looked up at them. 

“Not as beautiful as you,” he said softly, hands coming to rest on your waist, and his breath on your neck made you shiver.

“Bucky,” you tried softly but he cut you off with a kiss. You melted into his touch completely and he gently became more ferocious in the way he clasped your body and kissed your lips. 

He backed you through the open door of the cottage until you collapsed down on the sofa and he climbed on top of you, he was making quick work of your shirt when you finally came to your senses.

“Wait, Wait,” you panted, hands planting on his chest “Maybe we should slow down for a moment.” 

“You want me to slow it down baby doll?” he panted and you nodded gently.

“I’m not ready Buck,” you cried and Bucky suddenly noticed how terrified you looked, feeling guilty that he had pushed you to a place you weren’t ready for yet.

“I can wait babygirl,” he promised, cupping your face in both of his hands “I can wait.” 

“Bucky, no. No.” you cried, pushing him away with your leg and running your hands through your hair, “I can’t do this,” you cried. 

Bucky sat still on your sofa not quite sure what to do for a moment “You don’t want this?”

You shook your head, tears springing to your eyes “It’s not that Buck, it's just I can’t be what you need right now. I can’t be with you like this.”

“What do you think I need?” he rose gently “All I need is you,” he countered

“Hey, hey, why are you crying?” he shushed brushing your hair behind your ears “Don’t cry.”

“Please Buck,” you were pleading, “Please can you just leave, I can't do this. It’s too much for me.”

Bucky was torn between wanting to assure you some more and respecting your request for him to leave. He hesitated just a moment too long for you to take it the wrong way completely, your eyes were wide and ferocious like an animal that had been cornered.

He scratched the back of his neck before he could find his voice “Doll, if I’ve read this wrong-”

“-You have,” you snapped “You’ve read this wrong and I need you to leave now, please,” you paced until you found his leather jacket hanging across the back of a chair and tossed it to him.

He couldn’t help the anger of rejection that rose up in his chest, and the shame for having read the situation so wrong.

“Fine. Fine. I’m going,” he sighed, pulling his jacket on and stomping towards the door.

“You know what..” he started one hand on the handle, but stopping to face you “Forget it,” he deadpanned, pulling the door open and slamming it behind him.

Work the next few days were less awkward than expected, Bucky and his bike were nowhere to be seen. You’d heard Steve mention to Sam that he was worried that Bucky was gone on another whisky fuelled bender and you couldn’t help the pang of guilt that gnawed away at your stomach.

Days turned into a week with no contact from Bucky and the guilt was eating you alive. You had texted him days ago to apologise, and asking if you could talk it out and explain, but he never replied. Not only were you angry with yourself for fucking everything up but now you were really beginning to worry. 

You were closing the bar by yourself tonight, it was a quiet Tuesday night and business was slow. You knew Steve had a date after work so you dismissed him early so he could go buy her some flowers he’d kissed you on the cheek and almost skipped out of the bar.

It gave you the opportunity to pop your headphones in and listen to your music as you mopped and cleaned. 

It was nice to do a deep a clean without Steve or Sam trying to hurry you out. 

And as you made your way into the back office to put away the takings into the safe your heart almost fell out of your chest.

Bucky was laying back in his office chair, eyes squeezed shut while some girl with her skirt hitched up at the sides was grinding her hips on him, her own head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him. 

You froze on the spot, you couldn't help the way your stomach sank to your toes in a feeling of betrayal, or the way your eyes stung with tears.

Bucky wasn’t yours, you had seen to that with your stupidity the other night so you had no right to feel the way you were right now and when his electric eyes suddenly bore into yours with an expression you honestly couldn’t read you were backing out of his office quicker than lightning. 

He followed you out into the carpark catching you just as you were about to climb into your truck. 

“Doll,” he reached for you exasperated, “Doll wait, please.” 

You turned to face him, tears rolling down your cheeks, and he reached for you gently, relieved when you didn’t bat him away as he cupped your face.

“I have no right to be crying,” you sighed.

“I don’t understand,” He stuttered, somewhere between annoyed and confused,” I thought you didn’t want me?”

“Bucky, of course I-” You were about to answer when Bucky’s name being yelled across the lot caught both of your attention.

“What the fuck is this?”  The girl who had been with Bucky only moments before came storming over and smacked him straight across the face as hard as she could.

“You always fucking do this shit James,” she cried “This is the last fucking time.”

She looked at you genuinely hurt and for a moment you wanted to apologise, until her expression turned to contempt. 

“Seriously, this is who you keep blowing me off for?” she huffed out a laugh, “Good luck with that, you’ll be crawling back to me in no time.” You felt yourself shrink down to half your size under her words.

She took one last seething glare at Bucky before smacking him again and he made no move to stop her, watching guiltily as she stormed away.

“I deserved that,” he said glumly, you made a face to argue when he cut you off, “No doll, I truly deserve it. Hell if you wanted to have a pop too I would understand.” 

 “Buck,I don’t want to slap you” you sighed and he ran a hand through his hair before kicking at the dirt.

“Then what the hell do you want y/n? Goddamn it.”

You were floundering like a fish out of water, trying to grasp at words and coming up short.

“You wouldn’t understand,” you tried and he cut you off with a pointed finger.

“Don’t give me that shit,” he warned “You literally could not throw me out faster the other day and then you turn up crying when I’m clearly fucking trying to get over you so what is it? You don’t want me but you don’t want anyone else to have me?”  

“No,” you scoffed, your own anger rising now too.

“No” he repeated exasperatedly, “So what do you want?”

“I- I don’t know,” you mumbled. 

“You don’t know?” he goaded and goddamn was he intimidating, looking at you like a predator stalks his prey, waiting for an answer to pounce “Well, I sure as shit can’t figure that out for you sweetheart,” he sighed, running the back of his hand across his lips, before spitting on the ground. 

You were not used to this Bucky, this agitated, whiskey drunk version of him. The one most people were used to. But not you.

“Look, just go,” he sighed eventually, the tension between you thick enough to cut with a knife.

“I don’t know what you want, but it sure as shit ain’t me. And I'm done with whatever the fuck this is.”

You could hear your heart pounding in your ears, tears welling in your eyes as you reached for the handle of your truck door and pulled it open, gasping back in fright when Bucky slammed it closed suddenly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked like he was going to yell at you but nothing could have prepared you for what came next.

“Don’t go,” he pleaded. “Please don’t go,” 

Trapped between his body and the door of your truck you melted into his touch, whimpering as he leaned forward to capture your lips with his own demanding ones.

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[sardonic-the-writer]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

↳ warnings: canon type violence and death

↳ era: season five to seven

↳ song: up the wolves—the mountain goats

masterlist

• He's a protector at heart. Careful to take special care of what is his. And that extends to everything. His bike, his bow, his people, and most definitely you

• When the group is on the run or in between territories, Daryl makes sure that you never go hungry

• He'd starve giving up his own meals just so you could go to sleep at night with a full belly—something that you and the others weren't about to let slide

• You end up sharing what little you can round up for meals instead, jabbing him playfully in the ribs all the way

• "Looks like the communists won after all huh?" You grinned, a bit of berry juice smeared across your face as you looked toward Daryl. He just grunted one of those rare, high pitched grunts. His way of letting you know that was funny. You think, at least. Either that or he was currently choking

• Durring Alexandria, you share Daryl's trepidation. The place is fortified and well sustained, but that can only get people so far. Especially if said people had never felt the cool metal of a blade in their hands

• But you were never one to pass up a warm shower

• It felt nice to lay in a bed for once too. With Daryl by your side nonetheless. It took some convincing to get him away from the house windows, watching for any danger, and even more convincing to stow away his bow under the bed, but eventually he'd drifted off with your head on top of his

• I hope to god you were not out with everyone that night when the whole Negan thing went down. Because the second Lucille had been pointed at your forehead, Daryl was lunging to tear Negans throat out with his bare teeth

• Glenn got a beating for that.

• Negan nicknamed Daryl lover boy for his actions. It was something you'd been known to call him from time to time—if only to tease him, but coming from Negan it made him want to vomit

• Harsher topics aside, since typical dates aren't really an option, your favorite way to spend time with Daryl is to go for bike rides. It's an excuse to squeeze his torso and press kisses to his back while happily whooping at the fast nature of his driving

• "Enjoyin' yourself back there sunshine?" He grumbled once the bike came to a stop outside a run-down strip mall, admiring the way your cheeks strained from smiling

• "You have no idea. The veiw isn't bad either." You listened as he snorted at your poor pass, both legs swinging off the vehicle smoothly

• "Whatever kid."

• "We've been together for a year now Dixon. So I swear to god, stop calling me kid!"

• Spoiler alert. He didn't.

[katyawriteswhump]

Bed of Roses (steddie love month, day 17)

For @steddielovemonth, Day 17 prompt: Love is about a hand reaching out to you so you don't get lost (@yournowheregirl ) Thank you <3

Rating: M. CW: prostitution, unwanted kink/abuse/pet-names (NOT between Steddie) alcoholism, substance abuse. Tags: rockstar Eddie, rent-boy Steve, make-up fic, angst, shameless perversion of Bon Jovi lyrics. WC: 2,000.

...

“'Cause a bottle of vodka's still lodged in my head…”

In his dressing room, pre-show, Eddie grasped his second bottle of vodka in an unsteady hand.

“…and some blonde gave me nightmares; I think that she’s still in my bed.”

This was NOT GOOD. Eddie had gotten sap-fest Bon Jovi lyrics slithering around his brain. He couldn’t for the life of him remember his own lyrics.

“Hey, Amigo,” he announced to the vodka. “I got a venue of ten thousand to entertain, and you’re literally my Obi-Wan—my only hope.” He caressed the bottle’s label. “80% proof, huh, Baby?” 

I’m serious, Eddie, you’ve had enough. You WANT to follow Kurt Cobain into the 27-Club?

Riiiight. That was not a Bon Jovi lyric. That sounded more like Steve Harrington, in sensible-parent mode, hands planted on his slender hips.

The tears struck fast. Eddie clonked the bottle onto the dressing table then followed it, pressing his heavy head to the glass.

He seriously didn’t want to die. However, he was so through with this life. Of any life, without Steve. The cavity where his heart once lay veered between grating emptiness and an unbearable pain. 

His fingers twitched toward the bottle. Screw it, the show must go on, and he’d lost his only light in the darkness…

“… as I dream about movies, they won't make of me when I'm dead.” 

That still wasn’t one of his own darn lyrics. In fact, he couldn’t remember a single goddamn word of any of Corroded Coffin’s songs.

A sharp knock on the dressing-room door had him squealing like a little piggy. An old guy poked his head in.

“Who the hell are you?”

“You hired me, Mr Munson. Dirk Gordon—Private Dick?” 

“Ah… Yeah, so I did.” Eddie’s rotten heart hammered way too fast. “Have you..?"

“Yes, Mr Munson. I believe I’ve found him.”

…

“What do you mean, you're not gonna pay me?” Steve wrapped his arms tight around himself. The only heating in his boss’s rundown office came from the guy’s endless chain of cigarettes. “I spent the whole evening simpering at that old dragon. You told me she liked music—I talked music endlessly.”

“You yammered on about some death-metal garbage. She likes Wagner.”

Steve wrinkled his nose. “What’s Wagner? That crusty old film-star?”

“Oh, Steve, Steve, Steve. What am I gonna do with you?” His boss sauntered around the desk and hooked an arm around him.

Jesus, you stink.

“You’re good-looking, kid, you’re charming, but you simply can’t cut it with that kind of high-end client.”

“She seemed happy.” Steve shrugged his shoulders, failing to shake the guy off him. “She paid you, right?”

“Not the full whack, and you got a fancy meal out of the bitch. Look, I’ll give you your cut, if you do better tonight.”

He squeezed the back of Steve’s neck. Steve tried not to shudder. When his boss produced a piece of paper and wedged it down the back of Steve’s skin-tight jeans, he stopped trying to hide his revulsion.

“Details are all there. He’s a banking exec, early forties—no more dinners and dances with Doris, you’re spending the night at his house.”

A dry lump clogged Steve’s throat. “Is he gonna want..?”

“Sex? Christ on a bike, what trade do you think you’re in?” He squeezed Steve’s butt.

“Jesus fu—” Steve bit his lip, fixed on his damp sneakers. 

“Believe me, Steve, your hair ain’t your best asset. You’re gonna have to sell that plump lil’ ass for real, sooner or later.”

Steve flinched, then schooled his features as blankly as he could. 

“This guy’s got a few kinks, but as Johns go, he’s a pussycat.” He lifted Steve’s drooping chin with his knuckles. “Show him what ya got, Sport.”

Steve couldn’t get out into the drab morning fast enough. He retrieved the paper from his underwear, shoved it in a pocket unread, then stumbled, zombie-like, into a diner. “Black coffee, please? It’s an emergency.” 

The waitress smiled. “You want breakfast, Steve?”

He shook his head, though his stomach grumbled.

He ended up slumped on the table, his face pillowed in his arms. Christ, ‘male escort’ had never seemed like a great idea, but he’d figured the pay would beat waiting tables. So how come he was still behind on his rent, and that he still couldn’t afford to eat some days, let alone buy his pain meds?

He muffled a miserable laugh in his elbow. He genuinely wished he could afford to get smashed, get high, because nothing could fill that gaping black hole of pain. Even worse, one of his fave Bon Jovi songs was playing on the radio, and SO not helping:

“Tonight I won't be alone, but you know that don't mean I'm not lonely.” Shit! He was fighting back dumbass tears already. “I got nothing to prove, for it’s you I’d die to defend.”

Why the hell did he run away? He can’t recall any reason that mattered anymore. “I’m sorry, Eddie,” he mumbled. “I miss you so much.”

Somebody touched his elbow, and he jolted up. “Sorry, hon,’” said the waitress, “we need this table for dine-in customers.”

“Right.” Steve swiped any tell-tale moisture from his cheekbones.  “I’ll clear outta your way.”

...

“Ready for playtime, Bunny Rabbit?”

Steve’s skin crawled, and his face burned. He’d gotten his head in the client’s lap, and the guy was playing with his hair. It would be tolerable, he guessed, if he’d not so often laid in Eddie’s lap like this, and… Christ, Eddie! Steve shut out the unwanted touching and began to drift. He was so beyond tired. And that song from the diner crept back:

“Now as you close your eyes, know I'll be thinking about you. While my mistress—she calls me to stand in her spotlight again…”

The pinch on his cheek startled Steve back to the present. “You kipping there, Bunny Rabbit?”

“Uh… er, sorry, Daddy.” Uuuuuuurgh! “Whatever you want, Daddy.” He dared sit up. “I’ll grab a condom and, uh… stuff.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” When Steve went to rise, his arm was grabbed, and he was held in place. “I don’t like rubbers, Cutie.”

“You heard of this thing called AIDS?” Dipshit!

Steve wrenched his arm free. The guy raised his hand and slapped him. Which wasn’t exactly out-of-the-blue, because face-slapping had been listed among this repellent son-of-a-bitch’s kinks.

“I’m paying top whack for you.��� He leaned over Steve, suddenly kinda huge and scary, not least because Steve now saw double. “Your pimp said you were clean, so I’m gonna have you any way I like.”

“I… uh…” Steve kicked the bastard’s shin and shoved him hard. “Go to hell, asshole.” 

He fled out into the night, still dizzy from the blow. He pulled his mesh vest back on over his head. The icy wind bit, and he realised he’d left his only jacket behind.

“Jesus Christ! JESUS CHRIST!” He kicked a lamppost, holding back on venting the true force of his feelings. Still hurt.

He limped off up the street, fast as he could. The ache in his toes at least distracted him from the ringing in his ears. An hour later, he stumbled around the corner of his block, thinking only of throwing himself into his bed, while he still had one.

He was so close, when the hairs on the back of his neck stood suddenly on end. Through the haze of his exhaustion, he realised a car crawled up the gutter behind him.

Had Mr Happy-Slappy-Sleazebag come after him? Then again, Steve’s pursuer could be anybody. After all, he was walking through a red-light district, shivering his ass off.  Dressed like the whore I am. Hahaha!

The car pulled up right beside him. A blacked-out window rolled down.

Steve ran, turning sharp up a dark alley, then… Shit, shit, SHIT AGAIN! He was only a hundred yards from his digs, and yet he was so messed-up that he’d sprinted up a dead-end.

He nearly kicked the bricks. Instead, he punched them, as if that would blast through the solid wall. He turned about, bit his grazed fist, and sank slowly onto his haunches. 

Two figures approached up the alley, silhouetted against the lights of the street behind. Get up, Harrington! GET UP! His legs wouldn’t obey, and his breaths came only as rapid gasps. Nothing felt real anymore. Am I gonna die..? I’m gonna die!

A hand stretched out of the gloom.

Steve stared at it—at the familiar chunky silver rings, which couldn’t be real. He glanced up, and… wtf? It was Eddie, apart from it wasn’t Eddie. This dude looked more like Eddie’s ghost. Steve’s eyes fluttered closed.

Maybe I scored some Benzos after all, and totally ODd.

“Stevie?”

No mistaking that voice. If this was a trip, it was a good one. Steve pried an eye open, and Eddie’s hand was still there. Steve took it, let it help him to his feet, because… Why not? Suddenly, they were in each other’s arms, clasping each other tightly. This is real. You’re real!  Eddie reeked of booze, and also of something devastatingly comforting and familiar. Somebody’s wretched sobs shook through them both.

“I’m s-sorry.” Steve sounded broken. “I-I honestly don't know why I left anymore. I was such an idiot.”

“No. I was the idiot. I’m sorry, too. So very fucking sorry.” Eddie sniffed hard, lifted his tear stained cheek from Steve’s shoulder. “I’ve not been doing so good without you.”

Steve blinked the moisture from his vision. He wondered if he looked as wrecked as Eddie—red-eyed and waxy pale, under the distant glimmer of the streetlamps. Probably. If he hadn't leaned against Eddie, his legs would’ve given out again.

He laughed, without knowing why. Eddie laughed too, and it warmed Steve’s soul. “Gonna be honest, Eddie—not been doing so good without you, either.”

…

When Eddie got out of rehab, Steve waited on the steps of the clinic, hand stretched out to take his. He pulled Eddie close, and then into a sweet, lingering kiss that renewed Eddie more thoroughly than even a lengthy booze-free sleep.

“I’m never going through that again,” said Eddie, his lips still brushing against Steve’s.

Not least because I never ever want to be parted from you again, even for a fortnight.

“Yeah, but you’re dry, Eddie, and you’re alive. I’d say that’s goddamn metal of you.”

They started back to the car, hands still clasped tightly. “Not gonna take credit, Stevie. You’re what got me through.”

“You might’ve got me out of a fix, so we’re even.” Steve’s sigh rode on a wistful sadness. “I mean, I was so lost. Thinking of you was all that kept me… I dunno, alive, I guess. You know, I kept on thinking about that Bon Jovi song.”

“Uh, you know how I feel about Bon J—"

Too late. Steve burst into song: “Well, I'm so far away, each step that I take is on my way home. A king's ransom in dimes I'd give each night to see through this pay-phone—”

Eddie pressed fingers to his boyfriend’s parted lips. “As much as I hate cutting you off in your prime—two teensy-weensy issues. Firstly, I had no idea where you were, and you never called! Second, what’s wrong with my blood-and-death drenched lyrics?”

Steve took Eddie’s fingers and kissed them: “Hurt too much to think about them.”

“You know what, Sweetheart? Hurt too much to sing them, without you around. Even though none of them are actually love songs.” Eddie raised his gaze to the heavens, and looped his arms around Steve. “Go figure.”

“You sure they’re not love songs? C’mon—they’re all secretly about me, right? Only coded or something. I’ll crack it one day.”

Steve’s gently mocking smile destroyed him, in the best possible way. They tumbled into a French kiss, and he resigned himself willingly to the only thing that mattered: 

“And the truth is… Baby, you’re all that I need.”

...

Thanks for reading <3 Likes, comments and reblogs always much appreciated :)

(also part of my steve whump fic series on ao3).

[bumblebuzzzz]

have you considered that this song is a song for the forger family (mostly and loid and anya story) from the POV of loid? I have.

I think the beginning of the song, the forger family is hanging out having a Normal Day but something happens and they find out Anya can read minds. Anya explains everything about her powers and even mentioning that bond can see the future as well. loid realizes that "oh wow my kid has known all this time and she has been hiding it. she could be a great spy (<- does not want that, actually) and he kinda kicks himself for that being his first thought "she's gonna be a lot like me, but I don't want to be at all like me"

she is bawlling about this cause shes terrified that shes going to be sent away again (or killed cause mama is an assassin) but yor says "stranger things than death can happen to labrat girls and pretty white dogs [rabbits]" trying to comfort her kid. reassuring her that she's going to be okay and she's staying right with her family. from there, loid tells wise that his daughter reads minds, it takes some convincing but he eventually gets through to them that, no he isn't joking and yes, he is serious. he's seen some shit and after looking into it a bit more that yeah holy shit lab rat girl. this isn't his first Christmas, he knows a mistletoe when he sees it and all that. after that, loid tells her to play along. wise knows what's going on and they want to run a few tests and such. Anya FREAKS the FUCK out but she calms down (a little) after loid starts joking with her. eventually he ends up making the joke "well afterwards will you tell me if I'm still pretty?"

he thinks it's a lousy joke but Anya lights up and starts laughing and laughing. she loves it. it calms her down enough for her to take some tests and wise to get the information they need. but every time they go in, anya comes out looking worse and worse.

then loid begins to realize that they are taking advantage of his kid. he's realized that this isn't "just for the mission" at this point and now he's worried that his daughter is getting hurt. he knows she hates these tests but he's still taking her. and he starts to question why.

he ends up talking to yor about everything, being a spy, where hes been taking anya, and what he thinks wise is doing to their girl.

yor is lowkey pissed. how dare they even lay a hand on anya, and she kinda goes off on him, saying that what wise is doing is wrong. she isn't a tool for some non-existent war and that Anya is the best thing to happen for both of them. they need to look back at what their family has really been like. (look through the pockets of the hand me downs we've layed out) and he needs to start thinking about his life as a father and a husband.

at some point, weather it be when yor called him on his shit or when anya comes out of the testing room in near tears, loid realizes what he's doing is wrong.

and he leaves wise.

and they are nooot happy about it. they keep trying to stalk him and his family and they keep getting into all of their business. and so now loid has explained to Anya what's going on. that these people are "old friends" and they aren't very nice. so he needs her to be on her best behavior and be very very careful. just play along. Anya, who obviously is still scared cause she's like. 5, loid repets that bad joke he made at the start of this whole thing "and afterwards will you tell me if I'm still pretty?" a while has passed and they've gotten somewhat comfortable. they are still being stalked by wise but they haven't made any big moves. and one day, Anya and yor have come home from walking bond, she's recently gotten a bike, but she's scraped her knee. they get it cleaned up and she's taken back home and tucked into bed for the night. and wise makes their move. they attack the forger household, and yor and loid have to start fighting, they both have been in large scale fight before but this one particularly hurts loid. these are the people who he's been working with for years and now he has to fight them?? because they won't just let him be happy?? with his family?? eventually they are outnumbered and they have to take Anya and run. Anya is confused and scared and she doesn't know what's going on. loid figures that, while she is a smart ass kid, she needs something less scary right now.

it's a game of intense tag, he needs to run away from everyone and then they will all win! (just like in the first or second episode) they run and run, all the while loid is kicking himself in the ass, what's wrong with him? how did he let this happen?? wise is still on their tail and eventually they've been surrounded. loid and yor are good but they are just two people. they keep fighting, trying to protect their daughter but. eventually they get taken out. yor was too lethal so she ended up having to be killed. bond was muzzled. and loid was subdued and Anya was taken away. as Anya is being taken away from him, he wants to hold her, tell her things are going to be okay, hell he'd even make that stupid joke again if it could make her laugh, but he's too stricken with grief and regret to word it properly. all he can say is "could you tell me how"

this plays in my mind every time i hear this song and it drives me mad /pos

[thewanderer-000]

"Coming Home"

Modern AU

Rae "Scarlett Knife" Little Flower Thompson rode down a long stretch of road humming her favorite song enjoying the new found freedom. She left "Club" life and rode away with its now fading marks, like any former member. Luckily she made a new friend Mary-Beth before leaving, her members all decided to live out on their Club leaders family ranch. They were now known for taking in others who were transitioning from living in "club" life. Rae had got lost out in the desert mountain area, she became somewhat distressed and pulled off the road stopping and parking her bike outside the small town bar. The sun would be setting in a few hours, she hated to be out in the middle of nowhere at dark. She decided to go ask the bar keep her whereabouts, luckily the bar keep was one of the former Van der Linde motorcycle club members. She said I wouldn't miss it if I drove here and there as she scolded some creep from trying to duck behind her bar.

"You try and step behind my bar again I'll skin you alive! Damn weirdos. Bill, get him out of here right now. Oh! But you shouldn't miss it, Rae. Dutch and 'em should be out in the field fixing some fences today. I hope they hire you, they need more strong women folk there" Karen said happily after the big burly guy named Bill tossed out the creepy drunk.

"I hope so too, thank you Karen" I left for the ranch immediately but I could have waited. As I drove there I was being followed by that drunk creep that was at Karen's. I drove fast on my Norton but he kept up and didn't let up, he bumped once then twice. I picked up speed but I couldn't go faster without possibly crashing to stop or a firey death. I turn instead of following my intended directions, I got a chance to finally catch my breath. Then like that I get bumped a little harder and fish tail it, the one time I didn't pack my firearm on my person. I didn't know what to do since he was on my ass again, I get some control but lose it in a moment as he bumped again then my chain broke. I act quickly since I've been in this same situation before, with a broken chain wrapping around I do my best to jump for side. I do my best to go to soft ground but come up a bit short and skid there and get a bit caught on something. I then roll up in it and I'm just thrashed, the weight of my helmet feels uneven my hands feel odd, most of me feels odd. A truck comes up fast and someone approached quickly, I see his cowboy silhouette and I can't push my helmet visor open for some reason.

"Oh, shit. Hey are you- conscious there baby" he says softly like he was calming down a wild animal as he knelt by me.

"Uh-, fuck. I am feeling thrashed but if you can see anything wrong I can't feel it, much. Please push my visor open, I think I'm tangled up in something" I say trying to sit up but just lay back then my knight in cowboy boots and faded jeans pushes my visor open. He looked calm and shh'd me from getting up, I didn't know how bad I looked but I assumed it was bad. I want to wipe the sweat from my face but obviously my right arm is caught on something.

"An ambulance is coming and so is my friend with some wire cutters" he said softly then another set of foot steps came over quickly.

"Oh shit, they okay Arthur" this voice said as he approached us cautiously. I cough and start to feel my hands, and a sensation of not being able to make a fist with either hand.

"She's good Charles, conscious, dazed and thrashed" Arthur said, I smile and lightly chuckled at that but felt an odd twinge, a familiar twinge that was a tell that I'm exactly that, thrashed. Maybe broken up in my ribs, I'd hate for that to be an injury.

"Maybe, we could take off my helmet, I wanna see how bad it is" I say but could hardly bring my right arm up without feeling it catch oddly, I use my left hand but it isn't any use.

"Sh, I'll get your helmet. Oh, ok" Arthur said and Charles made a noise but Arthur did as I wished. I don't know what to expect, besides blood, dirt and maybe roadrash. Probably a lot worse as well. I prop up enough on my left arm, and see the damage and I just lay back as I see little pools of deep red collecting. An ambulance siren whirs in the distance, I just lay there as Arthur and Charles freedom me from barbed wire that wasn't in bedded. They get done as the ambulance makes it, as soon as the EMTs get to checking and securing me I'm unconscious. It hurt so bad as the adrenaline fade, I couldn't help but cry then. I didn't remember too much, but Arthur was there at the hospital.

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Rae lay their bandaged up, stints on her fingers and arm, a neck brace, ivy and heart monitor attached to her. Poor Rae, I helped her since she didn't have much, though, Dutch sent his credit card and had Charles to deliver it. But I had already taken care of it after she was in the OR, luckily her backpack had her important papers and medical records. Then Charles took Dutch his card back 'em and Rae's stuff to Van der Linde Ranch. He texted, Tilly and Mary-Beth set her up and made a room up for her when she gets out of the hospital. Then a whining groan got my attention, she stirred.

"Hey, you. Where am I and what time is it?" I looked at her and was glad she woke up, I know the doctor said she should be awake soon but still with the amount of blood she lost. Thought she'd take a little longer, though I feel tired from the blood transfusion.

"More like, what day is it, you've been somewhat unconscious for a few days. Dutch van der Linde sends his regards, him and his partner Hosá Mathews couldn't be here so it's just me and you in the city for now. The hospital life flighted you to the nearest city hospital. I'm Arthur Morgan. The others had taken the liberty to get you settled in our business, since I've already taken care of your medical bills" I said to assure our new charge she is going to be taken care of, she looked like beat and probably felt worse not the first time. I've heard of her work, and I'd seen her fast acting in her wreck, poor woman. I feel bad about her bike, anyone who's ever owned a bike is super sad about their bike than their own life. And she inherited hers from her father.

"Awesome. Uh, what do I owe you?" Rae said like she had the cash on her right that second, much like a certain Marston.

"Don't worry about it darlin', just rest, you've been through enough this week" a doctor stepped in after a knock, I sat at her bedside to listen to the extent of her injuries.

"Good morning, Miss Thompson, I'm doctor Sawyer. Um, I'm afraid I've got some good and bad news for you and your supervisor. From the wreck you got roadrash, fractured and broken bones in your arms and hands. Two cracked ribs. Severe hematoma on various parts of your body, and on your sternum, cuts and scrapes. But the damage from tumbling into the barbed wire, ripped and torn skin and muscles in your right arm and hand. It when wrapped along your lower back and around your left leg it cut and tore, severing a few tendon in both left leg and one in your right arm. With time you'll be back to normal with physical therapy, you're mighty lucky your supervisor was a blood match. You wouldn't imagine how much blood we're going through since last month. Aside from that we got you stabilized from the second surgery. We may need to keep you for observations, you have any questions Miss Thompson?" Doctor Sawyer asked at the end, Rae sat looking at her scraped up helmet with melancholy in her eyes. She nodded no.

"Uh, no. I sure am going to miss my bike, I imagine it didn't survive the crash too pretty, like me?" I looked at her afraid that she was right, the picture Charles texted me was a crumpled heap.

"Yeah, about that Rae. Your bike is beyond totaled, I'm not going to let you see the pictures but it will be taken care of" she sighed looking at her injuries then lay her head back feeling the medication as the doctor put her dose in.

"This dose isn't as high but it's enough for the pain for now. The nurses will be in to change bandaging and bedding incase you bled through" I couldn't help but watch that doctor eye Rae, Mr. Nightingale best keep them manners in check. That good morning sounded too friendly.

"Well, you best get, it must be a very busy day for you doc" I say warding him off with my friendliest stern face, I wasn't sure if I had seen correctly but was she smiling there for a second. Rae and I waited for the nurses watching TV in her room. A soft shuffle padded to the door, and the door opened cautiously. An older nurse came in, she reminded me of Susan Grimshaw but as a nurse.

"Hello, I'm head nurse Merida Lopez. And we're here for Rae, if need be we'll have to lift you on to this gurney like thing to change the bandaging if-" she moved the blanket over and made a grim face, and like that she gestured for me to get over there.

"Think we'll need your assistance Mr. Morgan, take this gown so you won't get blood on yourself" I do as she says, the way she says "Mr. Morgan" made me alert, it was all too familiar. She calmly moved the covers back and looked over Rae with care.

"Bedding will also have to be changed" she said to the younger nurses that followed her in, she had me stand right by Rae to pick her up.

"This may hurt even on meds, ok dear. Take a breath and we'll get you settled, girls as soon as we move Rae you strip the bed and make it up. Ok lift her gently, Mr. Morgan" I brace myself if not for me but for Rae, she whimpered and put her face into me as I got her in my arms. I wouldn't the least bit bothered by injuries like this, I'd been in situations like this in my early years and probably 10 years back. Also helped other injured like this on the lamb and what not. I placed her on the "gurney", Mrs. Lopez took care in Rae immediately and had her gown untied before I sat her down. She was so swift and quick then a woman came and held Rae as I just as swiftly ushered out the door.

"Thank you Mr. Morgan, we'll open the door soon after we're done" I heard whimpering cries and gasps and the head nurse soothing Rae. That lasted a while, I felt for her, I honestly would have rather it was me. The door opened and the younger nurses came out pushing a laundry cart and bandage cart.

"Mr. Morgan" the head nurse Lopez called and had me pick up put Rae back.

"She'll be a little tired but feel free to go out, or to the cafeteria or gift shop. Have as good a day you two" Lopez said after we got her back in a clean bed, and me out of the scrubs, I nodded as she left. I went and sat with Rae a bit, wondering if I should step out for a bit now or later. I look at Rae to see she was just looking around the room, face puff from crying.

"Well, that fucking sucked" she said after a deep breath it was all she could do for the time being.

"And you'll be like this for a while and a bit longer, I've been in the same situation" she softly chuckle and winced at what I said.

"O'Driscolls?" Rae asked with an amused little smirk on her lips, I laughed myself, amused that tales of the Dutch and Colm blood feud was still being told.

"Yeah. This, that and other but O'Driscoll was definitely a problem for us" I say wondering what stories were being shared around the camp fire, and whom was sharing them stories. No doubt, I'd guess Uncle, but we haven't seen him in a long while, almost a few months or so.

"That and I'd seen pictures, last year this old fart, charming but always seemed to be in some sort of trouble. But that's actually how I met Mary-Beth, she asked for help and luckily it was one of my own that had him. He was lucky, Old Mah found him handsome" Rae said and scratched her nose, I wonder if that was the time we were on a cattle run. I had to ask.

"So about the old fart, what kinda pictures did the old fart show you?" I was curious as to what he showed, knowing Uncle it was illegal, inappropriate or embarrassing. Or all of the above, good times.

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Rae stayed at the hospital till it was okay for her to be released, and had an assigned nurse for her bandage dressing. Especially since a few injuries had needed some extra care, Rae was also learning how to care for them herself. She was so happy, it was fun and interesting to watch the nurse clean and dress her wounds. Much like watching her father fix his bike and any other vehicles, Rae had watch with fascination. Arthur would watch as well when he was there, they'd both ask the nurse questions. It was always her second favorite thing to watch.

"OK, carry me out muscles" I say to Arthur after the nurse said that I was ok to leave since Arthur took care of my other things. He chuckled at me and carried me out to the car, I honestly was hoping he'd just fly, like Superman. Days in hospital room with no one but Arthur sometimes was good, definitely had a crush on 'im, I think he felt the same hard to say at the moment.

"Your chariot awaits, ma'lady. Let's get you to the ranch. Officially" Arthur teased as he and Charles got me in the SUV. Once in the car Arthur handed me, my medicine.

"We'll stop at a restaurant so you can take those with food" I don't argue, normally I would, I'm stubborn like that sometimes but today I was glad to be out of there. I remember seeing cats, it was a little daunting but I did lose quite a bit of blood. I don't think those cats were actually there though.

"Finally, and we can eat something that's not served with plastic utensils" both men laugh, we get to a place with barbecue I eat what I can but once the pills hit I'm tired and ready to go before I pass out. I wake up to the ignition turning off later in the afternoon.

"OK, Charles grab Scars things and I'll take her up to her bed" I hear Arthur's voice and feel the rumble as I absent-mindedly cuddle up to him, I remember the night I broke down and whine feeling vulnerable but it subsided as he whisper it was ok. It was good to be out of the hospital now. He put me in my bed gently and set my a phone on the night stand.

[toointojoelmiller]

play something new: a last of us one-shot

Sarah and Joel have a sweet domestic moment together in th backyard... just before his birthday :( gosh I love them.

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The screen door slams behind him, and he jumps - drops the bike chain, lubricant smearing up his forearm. He cranks his head around to see - Sarah in her hoodie and track pants, barefoot on the patio.

It isn’t every day that she wants him to play for her - so when he registers that she’s holding onto his guitar, he raises an eyebrow.

“Hey kiddo,” he says. He sets down what he’s holding and tries to wipe some of the grease off his hands and arms - smudging dark stains onto his nearly worn to death jeans.

She flops onto their bench swing, laying the guitar down next to her. “Hey. What are you doing?”

He walks over, stretching out his back. “Just - getting our bikes tuned up a bit - thought we might go out this weekend, if you’re up for it. As a birthday present for me?”

She laughs at him. “Dad - I’ll go for a bike ride with you - you don’t have to extort me.”

He flashes her a grin as he moves the guitar aside, leaning it against the wall, and sits down next to her - “Alright, good to know. I’ll cash it in for somethin’ else then.”

She rolls her eyes and rocks the swing back and forth a little bit with her toes - they sit in the quiet for a few moments, listening to the bugs humming.

“You want me to see if Uncle Tommy can come with us?” He asks eventually.

She nods - “Sure. Sounds fun. Then I won’t feel bad when I leave both of you in the dust - you can keep each other company.”

He snorts as he thinks about the last time the three of them went biking - the split chin Tommy had to get stitched up after a poorly thought out race home with Sarah and a way too enthusiastic attempt to jump a curb - “I’ll ask him."

“Speaking of -” she says, “Your birthday breakfast - we decided we’re gonna have pancakes. I don’t think we have any stuff though.”

“Alright, pancake mix - on it,” he says. “You two plottin’ anythin’ else about my birthday?” 

She shakes her head. “Nah - not yet anyway.” 

“Well, you got a couple days,” he says as he scratches his chin, looking at her. “You all done playin’ for the night?”

She shakes her head - “Just needed some air.” Chews her lip a bit, a furrow in her brow that makes Joel frown.

“Everything alright?”

“I can’t get it,” she groans in dismay, throwing her head back dramatically - he almost laughs, but knows she won’t appreciate it - “I’ve been trying for hours - and I just - it’s like my fingers won’t do what I want ‘em to. I’m no good at it.”

“You’ll get it, kiddo - just takes time. You’re plenty good. Ke -"

“Keep practicing, I know,” she grumbles, cutting him off. “Uuuugh. Practicing sucks.”

He can’t hold in a chuckle -

“And now you’re laughing at me, too,” she says, tossing a hand over her eyes. But her shoulders are shaking too as she laughs along.

“Nah - really, though, baby - I’m sorry. I know the feelin’ - it ain’t fun,” he says, putting an arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “Which one are you tryin’?”

“The - you know the one that’s like,” she mimics a little tune - “Duh-nuh nuh nuh nuh -" and he’s fighting not to laugh again - can’t help it, sometimes she’s just so damn cute.

“Right - “ he says, no clue at all what song she’s talking about - “Halican Drops?”

It’s a safe guess and it pays off as she nods.

“Well - you’ll get it baby. Maybe just need a break. Sometimes if you try for too long you can end up getting worked up about it and - just makes it harder. Maybe better to start fresh another time.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I guess.” It’s quiet for another minute. He moves the hand around her shoulder up, playing with her hair a bit.

And then she looks at him, doe eyed. “Will you play something for me?”

A question he’s never said no to. He can’t help the grin that spreads cross his face, that she’ll still ask - growing so fast it makes him dizzy - a full-blooded teenager now, and still sitting out back with her dad, wanting to hear him play. Special, sweet - not a day goes by he isn’t floored by how lucky he is. 

“Of course,” he says, trying not to gloat over it - his heart swelling in his chest. “Any special requests?” He gets the strap slung over his head, takes a second to adjust the tuning -

Sarah shrugs, tucking her feet up on the bench, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Something new. What were you playing last night?”

He’s suddenly a bit sheepish - almost blushes. “Ah - you heard that? Thought I was bein’ quiet - sorry.”

She shakes her head at him -“No, I liked it - it sounded nice. The little bit I heard, anyway. What was it?”

He opens his mouth, but she gets a sly smile as she cuts him off to say - “Wait, wait - let me guess - more Pearl Jam?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says with a scoff as she throws her head back and cackles.

“Oh my god, Dad - you seriously need to branch out.”

He’s laughing, too - can’t help it, she’s contagious - “You want me to play or you want to tease me about my taste in music some more?”

She wiggles a bit to get comfortable, tucks some of her hair behind her ears. “Play, play! Can you - do you mind doin’ the one from last night? It sounded cool. There was a part I really liked.”

“Anythin’ for you, kiddo,” he says seriously, and she beams that smile at him that makes everything in the world ok. “Fair warning, though - I don’t have it nearly figured out, yet. Just came out - only played it through a few times. Was gonna play it for you, eventually, just - don’t be surprised if you hear me fillin’ in a lot -”

She nods eagerly. He takes a minute to run his eyes over her face - hopes she never stops looking at him like this - before he clears his throat, strums the first few bars - breath in -

“If I ever were to lose you -”

[edgyandoverzealous]

South Park (shortened addition aka Lore and fandom need to knows)

(I found this in my notes app, and remembered I was told it might be useful. A bit outdated because I believe there are a couple more seasons I don't have access to but do with it as you will :3)

Season 1:

Cartman gets an Anal Probe

Big Gay Al' Gay Boat Ride

Death

Damien

Cartman's Mom is a Dirty slut

Season 2:

Cartman's Mom is still a Dirty Slut

Ike's Wee wee

City on the edge of forever

Chickenpox

Rodger Ebert Should Lay Off the Fatty Foods

Clubhouses

Spookyfish

Merry Christmas Charlie Manson

Gnomes

Season 3:

Rainforest Shmainforest

Spontaneous Combustion

Tweek vs Craig

Two Guys Naked in a Hot Tub

Jewbilee

Are you there God? It's me, Jesus

Season 4:

Cartman's silly hate crime 2000

Timmy 2000

Cherokee Hair Tampons

Something you can do with your finger

Do the handicapped go to hell

Probably

Fourth Grade

Pip

The wacky Molestation Adventure

Season 5:

Cripple fight

Scott Tenorman Must Die

Cartmanland

Towlie

The Entity

Here comes The neighborhood

Kenny Dies

Butters' Very own Episode

Season 6:

Jared Has aides

Aspen

Freak Strike

Fun with Veal

Professor Chaos

Red hot Catholic Love

Free Hat

Bebe's boobs destroy society

A ladder to heaven

The return of the Fellowship of the Ring to the Two Towers.

Season 7:

Cancelled

Toilet Paper

Little crime stoppers

Red man's greed

Casa Bonita

All about the Mormons

Butt out

Raisins

Season 8:

Good times with weapons

The Passion of the Jew

You got F'd in the A

Awesom-o

Something Wall-Mart This Way Comes

Preschool

Quest for Ratings

Stupid Spoiled Whore Video Playset

Cartman's incredible gift

Woodland Critter Christmas

Season 9:

Mr Garrison's fancy new vagina

Wing

Best friends forever

The Death of Eric Cartman

Two Days Before The Day After Tomorrow

Marjorine

Follow that Egg

Trapped in the closet

Free Willzyx

Bloody Mary

Season 10:

The return of Chef

Smug alert!

A million Little Fibers

Manbearpig

Taste

Miss teacher bangs a boy

Hell on earth 2006

Go God Go

Go God Go XII

Stanley's cup

Season 11:

Cartman Sucks

Fantastic Easter Special

D-Yikes

Night of the living Homeless

Imaginationland

Imaginationland Episode II

Imaginationland Episode III

Guitar Queer-o

The List

Season 12:

Tonsil Trouble

Britney's new look

Major Boobage

Canada on strike

Eek, a penis

Super fun time

Breast Cancer Show Ever

Pandemic

Pandemic 2- The Startling

Elementary School Musical

The Ungroundable

Season 13:

The Ring

The Coon

Margaritaville

Pinewood Derby

Fatbeard

Dead Celebrities

Butters' Bottom Bitch

Whale Whores

The F word.

Dances with Smurfs

Season 14:

Sexual healing

The Tale of Scrotie McBoogerballs

You have 0 friends

Crippled Summer

Poor and stupid

It's a jersey thing

Coon 2: hindsight

Mysterion Rises

Coon vs Coon and Friends

Season 15:

Royal Pudding

T.M.I

City Sushi

You're getting old

Ass Burgers

1%

The Poor Kid

Season 16:

Reverse cowgirl

Jewpacabra

Butterballs

I should have never gone ziplining

Cartman finds love

Going Native

Obama wins!

Season 17:

Let go, let gov

Goth kids 3: Dawn of the posers

Taming Strange

Ginger Cow

Black Friday

A song of Ass and Fire

Titties and Dragons

Season 18:

The cissy

Handicar

The Magic Bush

Freemium isn't free

Grounded vindaloop

Cock magic

#REHASH

#HappyHolograms

Season 19:

All of it

Season 20:

All of it

Season 21:

Put it down

Hummels and Heroin.

Doubling Down

Moss Piglets

SUPER HARD PCness

splatty Tomato

Season 22:

Dead kids

A Boy and a Priest

Tegridy Farms

The Scoots

Time to get Cereal

Nobody got Cereal?

Buddha Box

Unfulfilled

Bike Parade

Season 23:

Shots

Let them eat goo

Tegridy Farms Halloween special

Board Girls

Turd Burglars

Basic Cable

Season 24:

The pandemic special

Season 25:

All of it

[moonxbat98]

Before The Dawn

Gregory/OC

Three months before the Thompson family move to Scotland sixteen year old Alice Ellington is the new kid in town and no one has ever seen her out with her parents, or knows where she lives; except for Gregory. He knows her parents are dead and she’s a street kid, living like a squatter in an old house on a hill. What he doesn’t know is that she isn’t as fragile as she looks, or that she’s not human. But that’s a secret Alice intends on keeping for as long as she can.

A/N: Will contain graphic depictions of blood, gore, violence, and death. Will notify readers of any changes within the ratings of nudity, sexual themes, and strong coarse language.

F Is For Friend or Foe

Song for the chapter: Never Know by Bad Omens

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Alice’s POV

A sharp, brief gale of wind blew dark–colorful curls into her glowering face, followed by a spray of dirt kicked up by the tires of the Kawasaki motorcycle careening to a stop in front of her. The driver’s headlamp blinded her momentarily before the light and engine cut off completely.

It was the man who spoke first in a rough voice, a toothy smile stretching across his rugged shadowed–face, “Hello there darlin’. Haven’t seen you in so long and you gonna greet me like this? Holding that pathetic thing in my face?”

She held the sawed–off steady in one hand, it’s barrel aimed between the eyes of the haughty newcomer. A muscle in her jaw twitched. “The bullets may not be real asshole, but they’ll still hurt like a son of a bitch. How did you find me anyway?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk! You should know better by now, love. I can find you anywhere on this earth, remember? There’s nowhere in this realm or the next I won’t be able to track you down.”

He rose from his bike, towering over Alice by a foot and a half. His shaggy, shoulder–length wet hair fell over his face in clumps as he bent over to gleam at her – completely and utterly ignoring the shotgun barrel staring him down.

“You must be looking to get your ass whooped, huh Azriel? I told you last time before we went our separate ways that if you came after me I was going to find a way to end your sorry ass.”

“Aw, is that how you really feel? I’m hurt. Honestly. I helped create you and you don’t want anything to do with me?”

Alice snorted, “Hell no. Not behind the pearly gates of Heaven, even if you was allowed back in there, or the deepest depths of the underworld.” She shifted her stance, putting her feet shoulder–length apart, and Azriel laughed.

His eyebrows shot up, hopping quickly from the space he was standing in front of her to her left. “If you were going to shoot me, dear, you would’ve done so already.” A hop to her right, grinning like a mad hatter. “So why don’t you go ahead and get it out of your mouth? Ask me the question that’s on your mind right now.”

The barrel followed his movements with ease, her finger moving to lay over the trigger. “What question would that be? How much of a pain in my ass you’ve become? I ran from the States for a reason, you shithead. It’s been rather peaceful here without you and don’t you think for one second I’ve forgotten about what happened in California.”

Azriel scoffed and rolled his eyes, shoulders sagging as he retorted, “I didn’t think you would. But the question I was hoping for was ‘why have you been here in Scotland for two weeks and haven’t popped in to see me until now?’ You know, a guy just can’t catch a break with you.”

Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “You’ve been here for two weeks?”

“Uh, duh! You seem so surprised. Did you not sense I was around? You know, that’s very sloppy of you and I’m disappointed to say I did not expect you to be slipping up.”

Alice snarled in annoyance, flipping the shotgun around in her hand so that she was holding the barrel and wielding it as if it were a baseball bat. “I sensed something was wrong, but I was holding out on the hope I wouldn’t have to look at your stupid face again.”

The man chuckled, leaning in close and puckering his lips playfully, “You weren’t complaining about my stupid face when we were together so many years ago. In fact, I quite remember you used to enjoy my stupid face when it was between your legs.”

She released an enraged scream, swinging the sawed–off at Azriel, but missed as he blurred to his motorcycle. His movements were fast enough that human eyes would’ve only seen a quick glimpse of shiny leather and black. Azriel sat on the bike again, chortling with glee as she flipped forward into a roll to stop from making a complete fool of herself.

The shotgun was twice her size, just as heavy as it looked, and the awkwardness threatened to drag her to the ground as she missed her intended target. But she had caught herself and was left on her knees, clutching the sawed–off to her chest as she stared daggers up at Azriel.

“What the hell else do you want from me?”

“Oh, honey, I didn’t come to Scotland for you. I came to visit an old friend of mine, actually. You just happened to be in the neighborhood too and I finally decided to see what you was up to. Still playing human, I see.”

Alice huffed and rose to her feet just as languidly as she had been leaning against the store counter, with the elegance and grace of a queen. “I didn’t even know you had friends.”

“Says the woman who has no friends. But anyhoo, as much fun as this little reunion has been, I gotta run.”

She spun on her heel to stomp off, grunting. “As long as you don’t hang around me we’re cool.”

“Don’t walk away too fast, love, I got a great view from the back I don’t wanna miss.” Azriel waved after her as he turn the key in his motorcycle, smiling like the cat that got the canary. “I’ll be seeing you around!”

Alice burst through the door of the smoke shop and slammed it shut behind her with an irritated growl, leaning quickly against it’s cool glass as the sound of the bike engine sat there for a minute with a steady thrum.

She didn’t want to look back over her shoulder though she could see the angry glare of the motorcycle’s headlamp through the dimly lit store. Instead she focused on a nearby lava lamp, watching the purple ooze inside as it drifted up and down it’s glittery bottle.

Then, just as fast as he’d shown up, the Kawasaki sped off and took it’s looming beam of light with it.

Gregory’s POV

What.

Just.

Happened.

Gregory slunk low through the aisles in the oddly decorated shop, watching the youthful–looking woman as she raised her foot and slammed her boot against the glass door.

His floor–length trench coat grazed along the checkered tile as he crept closer, hidden behind statues of various deities and dream catchers. There were lava lamps of all colors spread throughout the little store, neon signs and posters colliding with each other on the walls.

Being in much closer proximity to her the girl appeared to be close to his age rather than the twenty–something he had assumed, although that man who was harassing her had acted as if she were much older than even that. The way he spoke to her was rather vulgar though, like they had once been something to each other.

It seemed as if they had years of history between them.

Gregory inhaled slowly as he came to a stop at the end of the shelves, crouching down to his knees. He smelled rosemary and peony.

“Hey! Who’s there?”

He startled, eyes widening as he jumped back a few feet. There was no way she heard him, as feather light as his footsteps had been and as careful as he was not to knock over anything.

And of course, his lack of heartbeat.

Then the young female appeared in front of him, brandishing the sawed–off in her hands aimed right for his face, and if looks could kill Gregory would’ve died on the spot. His hands automatically flew to protect his chest, shouting, “Put that thing down! Whatever it is I don’t want to be licking any wounds later.”

He doubted the weapon would kill him, it didn’t appear as if it held stakes, but Gregory didn’t want to find out.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

“The door was open, miss. This shop is open right?”

“Oh… right.” Alice lowered the weapon to her side slowly, while sizing him up, and offered her hand; raising a curious eyebrow. “Did you drop something on the floor or do you want some help up?”

He gaped at her for a moment, then collected himself and scoffed, “No I did not drop anything and I most certainly do not need your help.” With one swift, languid move Gregory was on his feet again standing over her by a good three feet.

She didn’t even flinch, her expression changing from curious to annoyed. “Look, dude, either pick something and pay for it or get the hell out.” Alice spun on her heel and began stomping towards the glass box, still talking as she walked away from him.

“At this particular moment I am not in a good mood, I’m wielding a shotgun, and I am seriously tired of dealing with male ego.”

Gregory sped past her, moving fast although not as fast as Azriel had been, and was blocking her path as her hand reached out for the knob of the door that lead into the protective room with the glass windows. He bared his fangs, snarling, “I’m not a customer. I have no money to give you nor would I want anything out of this business!”

She skid to a halt in her tracks before she could collide with the strange boy, but still was unfazed. Alice threw the shotgun aside as Gregory’s hands clamped onto her upper arms and with both hands she grabbed a hold on the edges of his trench coat, lifted him off the floor with ease and made to toss him aside.

He let out a startled gasp, but dug his fingernails into her skin and as she swung him he pulled him down with her. Both of them rolled across the floor until they hit a shelf, halfway across the room. Hookahs and bongs rattled, a few grinders hit the ground, but the shelf wobbled until it became still.

Alice on top, glaring daggers as her hair hung around her face. Her legs trapped his legs together and his face, he was sure, would be red had he fed earlier tonight. Gregory, on bottom, heaved an irritated breath and snarled again. His hands moved from her upper arms to wrap around her throat, “What are you woman?!”

She drew back one of her hands from his coat, fingers already curled into a fist, “None of your business!” Her knuckles made contact with his nose and in anger, he bucked his hips rolling the two of them around so he was on top.

He felt the bone in his nose had broken, but no blood poured out, and Alice gaped in surprise. Only a little drop of thick, blue–black liquid leaked from his nostrils. “I have not the energy to fight with you, lady, so can we please call a truce? We are obviously evenly matched..”

“Get your hands away from my throat and you got yourself a truce, bloodsucker.”

Gregory scowled down at Alice, reluctantly pulling away and getting back to his feet. “How do you know what I am?” His head tilted as she bent her knees, bucked her hips, and flipped onto her feet like a ninja. “You aren’t human.”

“What gave it away? The fact I picked your ass up like you weighed no more than a newborn baby? Or the fact I sensed you before you knew I was even aware of you lurking between the shelves?”

He grinned slowly, toothily, and let out a laugh. “And here I had thought my hunting skills were starting to get rusty. You felt I was here before I saw you?”

“Yeah. And I also smelled death.”

[rafelix]

Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown

The bright light of his phone illuminating the dark of his trailer wasn't as offputting as it might have seemed, he'd been expecting it after all. At least, he'd been expecting a message - not the constant hum of vibration that signaled a phone call. Setting the half-empty bottle that he'd been drowning himself in, on the floor beside him, Rafe reached up behind him, snatching his phone from its charger, to see Sasha's name and frowned. She knew he hated talking on the phone, detested it, almost. Unable to unhear the time limit warning that would sound on the prison phones whenever he was given a call, he did what he could to avoid them at all costs. Such a truth only making him all the more curious as to why she'd thought to call instead of just replying to his last text.

He answered, "This better be life or death, Sash." A slip of the tongue as music drowned out everything he said. Her voice and a song she hadn't shared with him yet drew silence back into the darkness of his trailer as he listened. Sasha had never done this before, usually, he'd only be given a glimpse of the songs she'd yet to release after one too many drinks or if she couldn't quite figure out what might be missing from one of them and so the longer he listened, the more confused he seemed to become, "Sasha?" Pressing his shoulders deeply into the side of the couch, he pushed himself to sit up. "What am I listening for in this one?" Nothing. Just the click of the track ending. And the heavy sigh of another on the other end, as if they were trying to catch their breath. "Sash? The song began again and the call ended abruptly.

_

The low rumble of his bike died out as he pulled into Sasha's driveway eight minutes later and he briefly wondered if her fear and anxiety of the place after Harrison was killed - and outted as a murderer, should have been something he took more seriously. He didn't care that the kickstand didn't hold, the vintage motorcycle toppling over as he took the stairs to her front door three at a time. Nothing about this felt right; everything felt too still. His fist collided with the door, over and over until the force of it simply, popped the door open. Not locked? After everything that had happened, even with Izzy and Carter behind bars and Harry gone, Rafe knew there wasn't a hope in hell that Sasha would have stayed in this house without at least arming the locks and security. The music still played, echoing throughout the empty bones of the house and he didn't know what felt more wrong. That the house was warm and lit up like Sasha had been expecting someone or that she hadn't come running at the sound of him banging against her door - as if anyone could hear anything over the music. "Sasha? Are you here?" He shouted, heading towards the studio, poking his head into each open door he went past on the way, each empty room sending a cool shiver down his spine.

The door to her studio stood open slightly, the glow of light splashing across the tiled floor of the hallway and though he'd barrelled his way through the home, as he reached for this one, he paused. It was over, right? That's what the police - the media would have them believe, but nothing in Hidehill ever stayed buried. Fingertips pressed against the soundproofed door and stepped over the threshold.

It was louder in here, as the song started again, he almost winced against the sound as it rang out but no sooner had he moved to turn the volume down than his boot brushed caught against a microphone cord. And with it, the whole world stopped spinning.

Only feet away from where he stood, Sasha lay unmoving. Her lips were blue and the cord still coiled tightly around her throat.

He dropped to his knees, pulling Sasha from the ground to uncoil the cord as quickly as he could. Her skin still warm, but her eyes lifeless and cold. "Sasha? Baby? Can you hear me?" Hand shifted to either side of her face, as if willing her to take a breath, fingers pressing into the pulse point of her throat only to feel nothing but the steady thrum of death. It prickled heat in the corner of his eyes and swelled a knot in his throat so tightly that he almost cried out in solemn pain as he drew her closer to him.

His arms curled tightly around her as everything within him broke. It flooded him, like waves crashing against a jagged and dangerous cliff face. Relentless, he felt the very life within him crushed underfoot as any warmth he might have offered her was wasted. "I'm sorry." He wheezed out between the hurtling ache in his chest as he cried, "I'm so sorry, Sash." He'd been so difficult, so jealous of the attention she gave to everyone else while he was right there - screaming internally to be seen - helped, heard. He'd done so much wrong by her; in lieu of all the things they'd been through together, he'd been angry and lost. He held her tighter, caught the scent of her shampoo, and felt a new wave of tension curl in his gut as another unruly sob tangled in her hair, "I love you." A sentiment caught between the press of his lips, and heard by no one.

[sunflowerharrington]

Reader find out the Evans have a crush on them What would reader do to drive each of them crazy?

Driving the Evans Crazy - Seduction 101 part One ( Season One - Five ) ( well technically it’s ‘what it would be like meeting the evans’ but same thing i guess <3 )

i got this ask in april, i’m so sorry darling, i hope you’re still here!

wanna be added to my ahs taglist? let me know! i will have separate ones for stranger things and ahs so please let me know!!

i got very carried away with tate, sorry! these are super unhinged, and not meant to be taken seriously. THESE ARE 18+ HEADCANONS MDNI PLEASE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD, THANK YOU

pre-death tate langdon (one point is nsfw)

- tell him you like nirvana, even if you don’t, this will drive him koo-koo bananas (but afterwards you’d have to listen to them in case he ever asked you about their songs because you know damn well he will)

- you’re low-key scared when you find out tate likes you but you subtly find out some of his interests and you talk to him about them

- you slightly rig group assignments in school so you somehow are always working with him

- you invite him to go birdwatching with you after finding out he borrowed the book on birds from the school’s library (you borrowed it right after he did)

- stealing his sweaters when he’s “not looking” (he knows you’re doing this and it makes him fall for you even more ESPECIALLY when you wear his green striped one to school, acting like you just had the same one lying around somewhere)

- he hates seeing you in this fucked up world, but you’re there to remind him that there are good things in this world even if some of it is a little fucked up

- smoke together behind the bike sheds at school

- sucked his dick behind the bike sheds at school

- your first kiss (soft) happened not long after (i’ll do another post about this another time <3)

tate langdon (kinda nsfw)

- you found out from a sticky note he left in your room when he first ‘came over’ to greet you as his new next-door ‘neighbour’

- you’re pretty, it said

- you know when you just know that someone has feelings for someone? yeah, your intuition was telling you that tate liked you

- and he did

- spent all of his time watching you, learning what you liked and disliked, what music you were into, if you liked birds

- definitely wrote a love letter to you and left it under your pillow (you cried while reading it, multiple times, but who wouldn’t?)

- conveniently you ended up asking him to go on a date with you to the nearby park on halloween and he accepted since it was the only night ghost boy could actually leave the murder house

- he also bought you whatever you wanted from the corner store, and you got him to try some of the newer candies that came out because he said he never tried them before

- ate your snacks then went home

(i’m getting carried away here, LOL ANYWAYS)

- talks about you all the time, especially in therapy with ben (happy thoughts, sad thoughts, about how he wants to get you cock drunk every time he lays his eyes on you)

- you hold him when he’s crying

- you always listen to everything he has to say, especially when it’s him ranting about his mom

- and most importantly… you still steal his cute lil sweaters

- and then fucking violet came along after you chose to spend the rest of eternity with him

- BUT since you were here (and hopefully 18, if not, please leave this post) you agreed to have tate’s baby instead of the whole THING happening

the end x

pre-briarcliff kit walker

- you guys met at a restraunt, and you were the waitress who served him and alma

- (you thought he was cute so you gave him a little discount, shhh nobody tell y/n’s boss!)

- he became a regular there. without alma.

- aaand then he confessed and you were over the moon because you felt the exact same way

- you put that meal on the house but he said he wasn’t here for food, well he was, but not… food… if you’re picking up what’s being put down

18+ beyond here for kit, please go onto Post-Asylum Kit Walker thank you

- ate you out and fucked you in the restaraunt’s bathroom after that

- correction, made love, because kit is a gentleman

- fucked a baby into you almost asap because that man has a breeding kink and we all know it, and i’m not judging

- you both chose to name your son james and your daughter daisy

kit in the asylum

- you knew from the get go he was innocent

- you talked to him, lana and grace only

- got super jealous of how close he was getting to grace so you pulled him to the side, waited for sister jude to leave her office and then showed him exactly who he belonged to

- you got pregnant with his kids before grace could 🤪

- helped him escape to start a family with you (even though you gave birth to his child in briarcliff)(but it still works). again, james and daisy.

post-briarcliff kit

- you met him in a market when he was getting some stuff for his kids

- bumped into you and made you accidentally drop your bunch of sunflowers, he offered to pay for more and you accepted

- fell in love at first sight

- saw you at the market again soon after that and bought you more flowers

- you also fell in love with him, got married (to alma too), started a family of your own

- over the moon that your kids, james y/l/n and daisy y/l/n, get along with julia walker, alma’s daughter

fratboy!kyle spencer

- you were studying biochemistry in a nearby sorority

- and you guys met at a party (like the way he met zoe but he doesn’t die at this party because madison didn’t go)

- you thought he was so cute and the feeling was reciprocated

- kissed slowly, softly on the porch of the frat house you were at

- slowly built up into making out and moving somewhere more private (kyle’s room)

nsfw:

- asks for consent ten times a second, and you constantly have to reassure him that it’s okay

- you take the lead but you keep it soft and slow just like your makeout session

- you wear his shirt while you ride him, moaning his name in his ear

- he can’t get enough of you

- waits until you come to stop because he, like kit, is a fucking decent human being

- gives you his number before you go home and a relationship starts almost immediately

- it goes on after college too after you both receive your degrees and you get married

- you guys don’t have kids but you do get a golden retriever 🥺💕

franken!kyle spencer

- to seduce this smoosh-ball literally all you have to do is breathe

- that’s it, that’s the post

- only joking, sweetheart! here’s the rest:

- you were a new witch at miss robichaux’s and instantly became attracted to kyle (who wouldn’t be?)

- he was still attached to zoe but slowly started drifting more towards you

- MOMMY KINK, MOMMY KINK

- BUT it’s only because his mom was a piece of fucking shit that he wanted you to be like a mom to him but not the way mrs spencer was (i’m not even saying her name because that’s gross)

- you stopped kyle from killing madison and that one guy at the tree

- you couldn’t stop him with that poor dog however, rip

- loves you because you’re “pretty” and you “make spag oh’s” for him

- you help him with his abc’s and his numbers, kissing him every time he gets a letter and number right

- you literally can’t leave him, not that you wanted to, but if you did the entire coven would perish due to his amplified strength and the fact that delia and the girls wouldn’t want to hurt him

jimmy darling

oh boy, here we fucking go: lil lobster boy needs some love fr

- you were a new performer at the freak show

- a contortionist / dancer in this instance

- you became one of jimmy’s backup dancers and he instantly became attracted to you

- one night during cleanup after a successful show you showed up at his trailer in nothing but one of his gray shirts that you stole earlier on in the day, buttoned up all the way

- you knocked on the door, waiting patiently, only to feel two hands grab your waist, spinning you around and pinning you against the freezing cold door

- can you guess who it is? i bet you’ll never get it!

- you’re immediately thrown over jimmy’s shoulder, with him kicking the door shut and throwing you onto his bed

- he teases you about not wearing any underwear

- calls you his little cockslut

- always pulls out because he’s afraid his kids will get his mutation and he doesn’t want them stuck in the freakshow too

- you assure him it won’t happen, he’s very skeptical

- but he still keeps fucking you nonetheless

- when it doesn’t happen he’s the happiest man alive and proposes to you on the spot

mr march

why are serial killers so hot

- you checked into the cortez on, coincidentally, james’ birthday. halloween. the one day he can leave but chooses not to

- you instantly have him under a love spell whether you realize it or not

- *planning your murder as soon as you step foot in the cortez*

- he chooses to slit your throat to match his scars

- you’re his bride, his queen, before you even meet him

- and when you do meet him he’s showering you in compliments, buying you whatever you like whether it’s inside or outside the hotel

- spoils you rotten

- tells you he loves you after knowing you for a week

- but you feel the exact same way, instalove if you will. it’s real guys, look!

- you become y/n march soon after <3

- it’s never rough with james, he makes love to you, touches you as if you were a porcelain doll

- until you anger him, and then that’s a completely different fucking story babes

thank you for reading!

[edddimun]

Traitor

Eddie Munson x gn! reader

(not my gif)

Description: Eddie's sudden change of heart in the upside down results in you trying to save him from the demobats.

Warnings: BLOOD!, mentions of death, near-death experience (but NO DEATH), wounds, swearing, demobats, being in the upside down, ST4 plot (kinda?), MAINLY ANGST!

WC: 2040

A/N: I'm probably (?) going to make a pt.2 but idk how soon though. also excuse the mistakes in this bc I have barely proof read it 💔(I will fix them up soon)

PART 2 - 'Unconfessed yet reciprocated'

Your eyes meet Eddie's, but there was something off as you notice a change in his demeanour as he was attempting to lift himself back through the portal. He halts his ascent and looks at you with loving yet sorry eyes. It hit you like a brick, you knew what he was going to do.

"Don't you fucking do it,"You shout tearfully at Eddie, tears welling up in your eyes knowing he won’t listen to you.

Dustin realises Eddie’s intentions and starts shouting at him to come back. Eddie stays silent, looking back and forth between you and Dustin. But all Eddie could hear were the screeches of the bats and the banging of his trailer doors.

“Please. Eddie. Do it for me, please. Don't do it!" You sob as your tears quickly fall. Eddie's eyes glisten as he watches you cry hysterically. You were unsure of the cause of his sudden shift in heart and intentions. All you wanted was for him to listen and cross the portal.

“I’m sorry.”

He leaps off the rope and uses his homemade spear to cleanly slice it; pushing the mattress to stop you both from plunging back in.

“NO!” You and Dustin scream.

As you see his figure quickly leave your field of vision, you wail in despair and anguish. You knew Eddie was going to die. With tears streaming from his eyes, Dustin cries in desperation. The last thing he wanted was for any of his friends to die, especially Eddie. He recently got closer to him and enjoyed his comfort.

Your thoughts are already occupied with anxiety, to keep Eddie safe, you had to take action. You were aware that Eddie lacked the stamina and strength necessary to defeat the demobats. Eddie was only skilled at playing D&D and the guitar.

Guitar.

You didn’t have much experience with the guitar but Eddie’s taught you the ‘only’ metal song you like, ‘Iron Man’ by Black Sabbath.

“Stay here Dustin.”

“WHAT?” He shouts in response. He holds your wrist to stop you from doing whatever you’re thinking of doing.

“I have to do this for Eddie. Please,” you say trying to hold back your sob. Dustin's eyes crinkle as he starts crying. He's never been more terrified; he doesn't want to lose Eddie or you or both. However, he was aware that you wouldn't abandon Eddie, and Dustin would do the same if he were in your shoes. As he wipes his tears, Dustin releases his grip on your wrist.

“Just stay here okay?” You softly tell Dustin. He nods in response.

You look down into the portal and jump straight in, luckily not injuring yourself but only getting the air knocked out of your lungs. You quickly exit the trailer in an effort to find Eddie. Your eyes catch a glimpse of Eddie riding a bike as forcefully as he could away from the bats. You and Eddie were both in life-or-death situations, but you were willing to accept death if it meant saving Eddie.

You find the ladder on the side of the trailer and hurriedly climb on it. As your feet make it to the top, you find Eddie still biking but you see the struggle in the way his body is moving from side to side, that was until he got knocked off by the bats.

“No. No. No,” you whisper to yourself, you quickly find Eddie’s guitar that was laying down from when he played not too long ago. Putting the guitar strap over your shoulder, you see the bats starting to swarm around Eddie.

Your shoulders tense in fear. Your fingers fiddle against the strings before quickly shutting your eyes and strumming the first power chord as hard as you could.

"Come for me, assholes!" You shout with your whole chest as a few tears slip from your eyes. Eddie's head quickly turns to look in your direction. When he saw you standing on top of the trailer, his blood ran cold. The bats began to slow down around him as their focus shifted to you. Eddie's fear turned into rage. He put his life in danger so you wouldn't die, but now you're about to be demolished by bats.

You continue to painfully and powerfully strum the main riff of ‘Iron Man’ as you see the swarm of bats heading towards your way. Their screeches grow louder and louder. You were prepared to die at this point. There was no one who could save you, and there was no way out. You were doing this to save your friends and, more importantly, your love Eddie. You blissfully reminisce the unforgettable moments you shared with Eddie. Getting high, braiding his hair, cuddling him to sleep, and listening to him ramble on about D&D and Ozzy Osbourne. Though, these thoughts lasted less than two seconds before you were struck by a bat.

“NO!” Eddie's terrifying screams can be heard. You squeal in agonising pain, clutching your arm and letting the guitar dangle from your shoulder. You grab the guitar and hold it by the neck with all your strength, and despite the pain, you manage to hit a few bats with it before one wraps its tail around your neck.

You fall back and gasp for air. Your arm tries to rip the tail off your neck, but a sharp pain on your side stops you, then another in your calf. Your mind begins to blur as you watch a bat fly toward your face. You close your eyes waiting for the pain, but instead, you hear loud simultaneous wails and a thud. No longer feeling pressure around your neck, you start heavily gasping for air.  You open your eyes to see the bodies of the bats, presumed dead on the trailer's roof and on the grass. Pain immediately distracts your thoughts. You slowly raise your head and look down. You notice blood slowly oozing out of you and large patches of blood. Not as bad as you expected. Though you were still in bad shape, you observe a hole in your shirt and flesh ripped from your side. Looking down at your calve, all you see is a deep bite mark. At least, they didn't rip your flesh off. You touch your neck and don't feel any blood, but you do feel tenderness; thank goodness. You sit up and observe the dead bats.

“Y/n! Y/n!” Eddie desperately calls your name. He expected a pool of blood given the number of bats surrounding you, however, it wasn't as much as he expected, but it was still bad. He rushes up to you and notices the gaping gash on your torso and the bite on your calve. He breathes a sigh of relief. Although you were terribly injured, you were not going to die as a result of it. You stare at his eyes, which dart back and forth between your wounds before meeting yours. You were expecting at least some reassurance from Eddie but instead, you were met with his bitter words.

“What the fuck was that for?” He clenches his jaw and looks at you with rage in his eyes. Although you expected his rage, you did not expect it so soon.

His abrupt attitude surprised you. "I should be the one asking you that!" you scoff in the same enraged tone and look away for a second before returning your gaze to him. Your outburst tensed your stomach, triggering your wound. You grunt in pain, pressing your hand against the gash. Eddie notices your distress and unties the bandana from his head, wrapping it around your calve first. He then rips a piece of his shirt and wraps it around your torso, leaving him in an almost cropped hellfire shirt.

“Thanks,” you mutter as he finishes wrapping up your torso. Once he finishes his hands drop to his sides and then rub his face.

“You could’ve died,” he plainly states staring off into the distance. Your eyes then gaze down at your feet.

“You too.”

“Okay, but I needed to y/n. We needed to distract them from the othe-“

“I understand that but I don’t get why you had to do it alone when I could’v-“

“Stop!” Eddie harshly interrupts, now staring at you. You both sit in silence as anger starts bubbling in you.

“Stop what Eddie?! Stop telling you the truth that could have saved your life? You-you could’ve- no you WERE going to die if I didn’t help!” Tears are already falling from your eyes, the sob in your throat being released as you recall the moment of him leaving you and Dustin.

You continue through your cries, “I was about to w-watch your death!”

“Don’t act like I wasn’t going to watch yours!” Eddie shouts at you. He'd never shouted at you, but tears were already streaming down his cheeks.

His mouth quivers, “I thought I watched you die! I watched you fall and I couldn’t see your figure anymore by the number of bats circling your body on top of that trailer!”

You avoid his gaze and stay silent.

“You’re lucky you’re alive,” he whispers as his voice trembles. He grabs your arm and puts it around his shoulder, lifting you up.

Somehow he was able to get you down the ladder and through the portal after comforting Dustin who was weeping to himself rocking back and forth.

As you and Eddie made it through the portal, there was a silence between all of you. Dustin felt this tension but didn’t question it, instead, he tended to you and Eddie’s wounds.

“This is going to hurt okay?” Dustin cautions you as he holds the antiseptic wipe in his hand. You take a deep breath in and nod. Dustin starts wiping your wound, you throw your head against the couch and squeeze your eyes shut. You groan in pain as the stinging continues to grow. Dustin finishes you up and applies a new bandage on you.

“Okay you’re up next,” Dustin turns around and faces Eddie.

“I’ll do it myself,” he replies annoyed.

“Um I don’t think tha-“

“I said I’ll do it myself,” Eddie’s voice rises as he interrupts Dustin.

“Just let the boy do it, Eddie. He knows what he’s doing,” you reply in a vicious tone, annoyed at Eddie’s attitude. You don’t get why he kept denying Dustin’s help when he literally needed it. This was the first time you and Eddie talked to each other since on top of the trailer.

“Who are you to say that?” Eddie questions you.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Did you know what you were doing back there?”

Oh, he got on your last nerve. He took all of your patience away. You both were glaring intensely at each other. After everything that happened, he did not show any sympathy or grace after saving his life but instead he’s mad at you for it?

“What the fuck are you on Munson?” You bitterly ask as your back lifts off the couch.

You continue, “Actually, I did know what I was doing. I was saving your fucking life. But now you’re getting mad at me when you’re the one who left us?” You were so red from the anger you had within you.

You let out a small chuckle, “I-I didn’t want you to die but you’re making me feel like I’m the one at fault here. Don’t get me wrong Eddie, I will never regret saving your life, but it’s like you want me to.”

“So go fuck yourself, Munson.”

You stand up and storm off limping into his room and shutting his door with a loud bang. You sit on a stool beside his bed frame letting all the tears out, just wondering why he wasn’t grateful for you saving his life.

[straykidsnerd255]

So ive recently been inlove with angst and especially with angst that involves death and i hope you know where I'm going with this.

I was thinking a STT (any character is good) x Reader with powers 002 and they sacrifice themselves for Eddie pushing him back in to the portal and cutting the rope and saving them and fights off vecnas saving max but then gets attacked by Vecna who ends up killing them but since they were already in the upside down the forth clock doesn't chime. Afterwards Eddie is blamed for the death by the others and who ever reader is paired with curses Eddie for not stopping them.

Title: It takes two to tango

Pairing: Steve x 002! Female Reader

Genre: ANGST/ a little fluff sprinkled at the end

Song(s): Mercy- Shawn Mendez, and Only love can hurt like this (Slowed)- Paloma Faith

Summary: Y/n, Eddie, Steve, Dustin, Nancy, and Robin go into the Upside Down to find a way to stop Vecna from killing Max or harming the rest of the world. When they do, Y/n makes it her mission to save everyone, even if it means sacrificing herself to do so. When the other team has successfully defeated Vecna, Y/n gives Eddie one last smile before she pushes him through the portal and cuts the cloth rope.

Y/n pressed her back to her best friend, Eddie’s back. She held her spear in her hand and stared at the door as it shook from the force of the bats. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning around. “Eddie, we need to go. They are gonna break through any minute now.” Y/n whispered. Eddie looked back at her and tried to reason with her but she wasn’t having it. He watched as she started walking towards the gate. She turned and pointed with her spear towards the rope. Eddie walked towards the rope and turned to face Y/n. “You will be right behind me, right?” He asked. Y/n smiled and nodded her head and watched as he began climbing the rope. Dustin was screaming for the two of you to hurry. Y/n began climbing the rope when she noticed the door began to cave in. 

She turned towards Eddie and raised her hand, pushing him the rest of the way into the portal. Eddie looked at her in disbelief before screaming at her when she cut the cloth rope they had set up. She gave them a weak smile before she turned towards the door and charged out of the room. Eddie was panicking. He and Dustin tried to figure out how to get back into the Upside Down to help her but they didn’t know what they could use. Eddie was currently trying to hold back tears as he tried to figure something out. “I can’t lose her Dustin. She’s like a sister to me.” He whimpered out as he began throwing things around.

Y/n hooked her spear to her back and took the bike laying on the ground and took off. The shirt she was wearing rolled up on her arm showing off the 002 tattooed on her wrist making her narrow her eyes. “Come and get me you freak!” She yelled at the bats. They screamed and took off after her. She could feel tears filling her eyes as she was leaving Steve, her boyfriend, Eddie; her best friend and brother, and Dustin behind. She rubbed at her eyes and continued to move. 

Vecna could tell something was off with how the bats refused to listen to his call. He disappeared from the house before Steve and the others could get to him. He even withdrew from Max. The bats circled around Y/n as he walked towards them. “I’ve been waiting to see you again 2. Where have you been hiding all these years?” Vecna’s voice rang out. Y/n turned and faced the creature that had tried to kill her years ago. 

“You know exactly where I have been.” She snarled, turning to face Vecna. Her heart was pounding harshly in her chest as she watched him move closer to her. “I would love to stay and chat but I have things to deal with right now.” Vecna said, turning to walk away. Only, Y/n wasn’t having it. She raised the spear in her hand and threw it at Vecna. It pierced him in the right shoulder from behind. He groaned in pain before ripping the spear from his shoulder and turning to face Y/n.

His eyes narrowed and as if on command, the bats swarmed around Y/n. She used the small excuse of telekinetic powers she had to fend them off. She flung bat after bat away from her but the bats were starting to be able to get close enough that they could bite onto her skin. One even managed to wrap its tail around her throat making her drop to the ground and try to get the tail off her throat. Vecna watched as she struggled before her breathing started to fade. He could see her body growing limp and he knew that she was dying. Her hands dropped from the tail and her eyes slowly closed, her heart slowly dying.

Vecna smiled wickedly and turned to start walking away, however, she watched as a homemade molotov slammed into his chest, catching him on fire. Another one was thrown, hitting in directly in the face. She could hear someone shooting wildly at him and you watched as he fell to the ground. She lifted her head up to see Nancy shooting a gun at Vecna making sure that he didn't get back up. Y/n looked over to see Steve racing over to her and ripping the bats from her throat. When she didn’t make a move to rub her throat, Steve began to grow worried. 

I tell myself you don't mean a thing

And what we got, got no hold on me

But when you're not there I just crumble

I tell myself I don't care that much

But I feel like I die 'til I feel your touch

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must have been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Say I wouldn't care if you walked away

But every time you're there I'm begging you to stay

And when you come close I just tremble

And every time, every time you go

It's like a knife that cuts right to my soul

“Y/n? Hey love please wake up! Please!” He begged as he waited for her to respond to him. When he didn’t receive an answer, he maneuvered his body to the right position to pick her up in his arms. He could feel his lip wobble as they made their way back to the portal. Not at Eddie’s trailer. They went to the entrance from the lake. When they reached the entrance. Steve looked at Robin and Nancy before he and Y/n jumped into the portal. Robin was the last person to enter the portal back to Hawkins and when she surfaced the water, she could see Nancy, Steve, Eddie, Dustin and the others surrounding Y/n. When Robin made it closer to land, she could hear them arguing.

“It’s your fault Eddie! You were supposed to protect her!” -Lucas

“Why didn’t you make sure she went through the portal before you!” - Mike

“I can’t believe it Eddie! Why would you let her die! You should have been the last one to enter the portal!” Nancy.

“Eddie, How do you do this to her? I thought she was your best friend!” Robin

“ENOUGH!” Dustin yelled, making everyone jump.  “Eddie didn’t do the shit that you are accusing him of! He didn’t have a choice! She made him go before her. She was climbing the rope behind him when she made a mad dash for the door. She told us she was buying you three more times! Don’t you dare blame him for her death!” Dustin glared at all of them. “Dustin is right. I know my girl like the back of my hand and I KNOW for a fact that she damn well gave us more time. I felt a shift and Vecna was where she was.” Steve said, laying his head on Y/n’s stomach as tears flowed down his face. 

Only love, only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must have been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Only love can hurt like this

But it's the sweetest pain

Burning hot through my veins

Love is torture makes me more sure

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Must have been a deadly kiss

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Your kisses burn into my skin

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt like this

Only love can hurt

Save me, save me

Only love, only love

'Cause only love can hurt like this

And it must have been a deadly kiss

Max and El moved closer to Steve, Eddie, Dustin, and Y/n. El simply nodded her head and held Y/n’s hand in hers. Max glared at everyone that stood around them. “I was Vecna’s target. The minute Vecna went to her, I was no longer his victim. He left me alone to fight with her. I don’t feel his threatening advances anymore. Y/n, freed me from his curse. How could you all be so cruel to Eddie? He wasn’t able to do anything before she forced him back to the portal.” Max continued on her with her tangent. 

El’s eyes narrowed when she felt a sudden beat in Y/n’s wrist. She looked down at Y/n’s wrist before letting down and leaning her head against her chest. “Steve. Y/n needs a hospital.” El whispered as she looked around the lake for someone. When she spotted someone, she started screaming for them. The person ran down to see that they were surrounded by a teen girl that was shaking violently in their arms. “Please call the police. She didn’t have a pulse when I checked last and now she does.” El said. 

They watched the person race back home. They turned to see El keep her ear against Y/n’s heart to make sure that it would continue to beat. A few minutes later, they could hear sirens as the ambulance pulled up to where they were at. The EMT raced over and started checking her pulse. He effortlessly picked her up and moved to the gurney that sat waiting. They got her situated onto it and got her in the ambulance. “Is there someone close to her?” The EMT asked as he looked around. Steve stepped forward. “I’m her boyfriend.” He said before pointing to Eddie, “And that’s her adoptive brother. Can we both go with you to the hospital?” He asked. The EMT nodded his head and gestured for them to get in.

{At the hospital}

Steve sat in the chair close to her bedside. They had her hooked up to wires and all types of machines but the one he paid attention to the most, was the heart monitor. He was scared that she would flatline again. “I’m sorry that I didn’t make her go before me. She would still be alive if I had just done that.” Eddie said from where he sat on the window ledge. Steve looked up and narrowed his eyes. “And have my girl risk losing her brother, no thanks. A couple nights ago, she told me that you and Wayne were the only family she had left. I bet you that is why she pushed you through.” Steve said, staring Eddie down.

Eddie opened his mouth to reply when they saw the blankets on the hospital bed move around. They both jumped up to see that Y/n was starting to open her eyes again. She moved to sit up as her eyes opened. She looked around and found her brother and boyfriend smiling down at her with tears in their eyes. She smiled and opened her arms for both of them. “I’m alive. I’m ok. You don’t need to worry anymore.” She whispered. 

“So, how did you survive that attack?” Eddie asked. She smiled and turned to him. “Well, I’m a unique kid that went to the same place El went too. I had an ability that wasn’t like the other kids so it scared them bady. I can basically fake my death. I can force my heart to stop when I need to.” She whispered. Steve and Eddie looked at you before turning to face the door as it opened. Steve leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Glad to have you back with us.” He whispered. Eddie nodded to the sentence. She smiled and could feel tears welling up in her eyes. 

“Good to be back.” 

[morganas-pendragons]

in loving memory of Jason Todd

we're going to follow the under the red hood plot for the sake of this fic, but this came to me in the shower as all good fics do! please let me know if you'd like to be tagged in any Batboy fics. and hello to all you new followers. welcome. I hope you love it here! this follows the Grayson!sister plot!

tag: @darth-vaders-bitch

***

3 days ago...

"JJ." Jason freezes mid-step in his trek back to his bike parked in the shadows - because he wasn't about to step in and save the baby bat replacement without a reason to - and very slowly turns around to meet your gaze. He would've glared the person to death who dared to call him something so juvenile. Coming from the person he'd loved since he was 13, though... he was okay with it. "Thank you."

He swallows the knot in his throat as you scoop Tim up into your arms. Little Tim, his Replacement, who is still a child and only trusts you to be vulnerable around. He's hurt. He's a kid and he didn't deserve what those thugs had done to him.... and after all you'd endured since losing Jason all those years and then coming back again.. he'd give you this. He'd let Tim live if it made you happy.

"Anytime, darlin'." He replied softly.

"You asked me a question, before." Black gloves reach outward to envelop his wrist. "If I still loved you. Here's your answer."

You lay a thumb drive in his palm. It's small, barely bigger than his thumb, and labeled with the year he had died. He should toss it into the Gotham River and never entertain the answers that are on that flash drive. He should let you go. Let you move on. Clearly the Bats need you.

But not like he does.

No one had sang him a song since the song of the countdown in that god forsaken warehouse. What hurts more, A or B? Forehand, or back hand? ha HA hA Ha hA!

The taste of blood in his mouth, the broken domino. The way he'd been so convinced that Bruce would save him.

The way he felt nothing but warmth until Death took him.

Jason Todd refuses to forgive Bruce Wayne for the torture he put him through. Manipulating the child he'd take under his wing and give the moniker Robin. The boy who loved Neopolitan ice cream and English literature and cooking in the kitchens with Alfred. That version of him is dead, but even then... somehow, someway, you still find it in you to love him.

And that's the best song he's heard in years. It rings with joy and hope and everything he's seeking.

Upon return to his safe house, Jason nudged the door open with his hip and slipped inside. He was starving and needed a shower. Some sleep. Clean his guns and check his security system, make sure it's up to speed. Instead, Jason sits down on the ratty yellow couch that's ten years out of date and curls his legs beneath him as he plugs the thumb drive in.

A folder with the year he died and the words In Loving Memory of Jason Todd shows up. His stomach turns at the sight of those words as his brain reads them repeatedly. Jason had been under the impression when he'd woken up in the Pit and begun being trained by the League that no one had mourned him. Why would they? Why would you?

You wanted to know if I loved you. Here's your answer.

You can do this. Jason opens the folder and is greeted with half a dozen or more videos, most of which are you and only you. They seem to have been recorded in the middle of the night long after the rest of the Bats are asleep and Bruce isn't around to be nosy about why you would be using the Batcomputer at 4 am. That was exactly what you needed, and it had worked.

Jason clicked on the one week after video and waited.

***

One week after Jason died...

Camera opens onto a dark room. There's a single figure that emerges from the shadow, enveloped in a royal blue sweatshirt that's far too big on her, and they come to sit in the chair that is meant for a grown man.

Little Grayson stares at the camera of the Batcomputer and begins talking,

"It's been one week, JJ." You murmur. "One week since Bruce came home and said your body had been claimed by an explosion. That you were gone, and that he hadn't been fast enough to save you. I still don't know why you didn't just let me go with you... maybe I could've done something." Your fingers curl around the cuff of the sweatshirt sleeve tight enough to turn your knuckles white. "I had something I was going to ask you when you got back home... but today we finally buried you, and that question died on my lips when we put that body in the grave.

It doesn't feel right, letting you go. Part of me, the part in denial, says you're not really dead at all. But I know I'm naive. I've always been naive. It's part of the reason why Bruce won't let me go in the field now."

Jason snorts. That's typical.

"There were so many things I loved about you. Things that drove Dick and Alfred and Bruce nuts..." Soft laughter falls past your lips as you rest your head in your hand. "But I would not and will never change a thing about you. If you are really gone, Jason.... I hope you're at peace." Your eyes meet the camera, dark circles just beginning to form and red rimmed from crying. Jason knows then that his death will haunt you. That you will never be over the guilt that comes with it. "I hope you knew I love you."

Camera goes dark.

***

It takes him several hours to be able to gather the courage to open the next video. Once he does, dawn has just begun peeking over Gotham's skyline and there's a steaming cup of the tea Alfred got him hooked on years ago in front of him.

You're way too freaking domestic for a serial killer.

Shut up.

He snorts softly and opens the next video. Six week after his death, and it's evident.

***

Six Weeks After....

Camera opens, and this time it's to a very obvious fight. Bruce is the one at the computer at 4 AM and he has his back turned to the camera, chair cast out of the way to show both his form and that of the younger Grayson. The audio is garbled and distorted until Bruce disappears off camera alongside a flash of gray hair, and then Little Wing is settling back in the chair.

Your eyes are dark. Way darker then he's ever seen them, and there's an air of loathing and despair that settles around you like the cape Batman wears. Dark as night and even more suffocating.

"I don't know why I keep coming down here. Is this a way to torture myself? My penance for not doing enough for Jason?" Jason's chest constricts too tight and he rubs at the dip in his sternum to try to ease the ache there he cannot actually do anything about. It's a phantom pain. Pain he can feel from you. "JJ, you will always be the best thing that ever happened to me. Let's note that makes Dick really jealous... but he can shove off and keep all his regal titles and all the things the obnoxious and overprotective big brothers get to do. And he's such a good brother. I wish he saw himself that way." Your eyes meet the camera. "I wish you knew how we mourned you. Bruce has been acting so distant and cold and I haven't seen him cry a single time since he brought you home.. but I know he mourns. Or at least I'd like to think he does. Who knows anymore. But he is not my father. My father wouldn't berate me for not being able to let the boy I love go. I hope you see yourself the way I see you, if you ever see this." Laughter bubbles past your throat. It's so.. bitter. Like the thought of what you just said is so utterly ridiculous you cannot even begin to comprehend why you said it. "Idiot. Maybe he's right. Maybe I am stupid."

Jason pauses the video before it goes dark to gaze at you. Your hair is longer and unkempt, like you haven't found it in you to have the energy to brush your hair. You're wearing the same blue sweatshirt that Jason hasn't recognized until now is his. It's highly likely that you wouldn't let Alfred touch it because it smelled like him. Alfie, you sentimental sap.

His fingers graze your cheek. When he finds you back on patrol, he intends to give this back. This isn't something you just throw away. Even with The Replacement in the picture and your obvious dedication to the Bats, there's something stirring low in Jason's gut that tells him you love him just as much now as you did then.

And well.... Red Hood is allowed to love. He deserves to.

***

The last video in the six is not you, but Dick. Dick Grayson is sitting in the chair spinning himself around repeatedly as he gazes at a small lavender box in his hand.

"Hey Jay. I didn't realize until about a month and a half ago that Little Wing was still making these videos for you. I'm not entirely sure why. Truth be told I think it's because you were you and someone doesn't just get over you.... which is why it's me in here instead of the little one." He holds up the box and opens it. It's a ring. A promise ring Jason had secured long before his death in the hopes of one day, being able to give it to you wit ha promise that he would marry you. "And then I found this when I was helping Alfie clean your room. You hid it in your underwear drawer, you scoundrel." Jason would've been lying if he said that Dick's laugh that followed didn't make him warm. Dick had always had that gift about him.. comforting when he didn't even realize he was doing it. Just the sound of his laughter was enough. "And just so you know... you have my blessing. Marry my sibling." Dick leans forward and lays the box just in front of the camera. "And have the life you deserve."

The laptop lid slams shut and Jason is out the door before he can stop himself.

***

"So do you believe me-"

The two of you are standing on the rooftop under the Vicki Vale billboard when Jason throws the Red hood helmet to the side and fixes your eyes head-on. There is not a drop of hesitation or fear but acceptance. And that look on someone who has suffered as much as Jason Todd has is probably the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

He is the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

"You kept the ring." You pull the promise ring from underneath your armor on the silver chain you'd gotten years beforehand. It kept it safe. Kept him safe, before you were the only one of the Bats who knew he was alive. "You kept the ring knowing you wanted to ask me something if you ever saw me again. I'm gonna ask you now."

Your whole world slows down as he sets himself on one knee and asks with all the confidence of a man finally allowing himself to accept love and be loved for the rest of his life.

Will you marry me?

[endless-summer-soldier]

what's my age again? (iv)

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

summary: when you learn that Bucky knows nothing about music, you start introducing him to some of your favorite bands. as your hang outs become more and more frequent, you start to catch feelings for the super soldier.

warnings: alcohol, references to a family death, implied sex

word count: 1.9k

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“Hey, what time do you get done?” Bucky asked as he entered your work station. You looked down at your watch and peered back up at him.

“In about fifteen minutes.”

“Perfect, I’ll come by then.”

“Oh do we have plans now?” you inquired.

“We do.”

“And what might that entail?”

He shrugged, “I feel like taking a drive and could use some company.”

“Sounds like fun,” you smiled at him. He nodded at you and left, promising to come back when your shift was over. The end of your work day seemed to drag on endlessly. But it finally came to a close and you saw those beautiful blue eyes peer at you from across the room.

“Ready?” he asked you and you responded with a nod and a smile as you collected your things.

“So, you just feel like a drive?” you asked him.

“Yeah, I’ve been a little pent up lately and I need to get out.”

“And you just invited me because you wanna hear my driving playlist, right?”

He let out a laugh and said, “You caught me.”

“Lucky for you I have just the band for driving around aimlessly.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, driving around without a destination reminds me of high school and there is only one band that embodies teenage nostalgia.”

“And that is?”

“Blink-182.”

“Never heard of them.”

“Shocking,” you joked. Bucky walked you towards a black Jeep that he unlocked and threw his stuff in the back. “Honestly, I didn’t even know you had a car.”

“Yeah, I usually take the bike mainly because it's easier to park in the city. But there’s something about driving that’s relaxing.”

“I’d agree with that.”

“So tell me more about this Blink-182.”

“They are essentially responsible for the rise in popularity of the pop-punk genre. It’s a lot more fast paced, upbeat, and a little bit edgier compared to everything else I’ve introduced you to so be prepared for that. Actually, it’s completely different from everything else that we’ve listened to.”

“Alright, lay it on me.” You expertly connected your phone to his audio system and scrolled through the songs, looking for the perfect introduction to the band.

“I’m gonna do something rare and play you my favorite first. Mainly just because I’m in the mood to listen to it.”

“Okay, fair enough.”

“But first, windows down for the full experience.” Bucky rolled down the windows and you took that as your cue to start the song. You clicked on the track, Don’t Leave Me, and smiled as the familiar guitar intro started. It only took moments for you to start headbanging and singing along. You hadn’t even left the parking space yet and Bucky looked over at you with a shocked look on your face.

“Who are you and what have you done with Y/F/N Y/L/N?” he asked.

“What? This reminds me of my youth and my teenage angst.”

“I have never seen this side of you before.”

“Not many people have so you should feel honored. Now can you drive, I want to feel the wind passing me by to get the full effect.” Bucky pulled out of the parking spot and hit the open road as you continued to jam.

“You know, this would be a lot more fun if you were singing along with me,” you said as What’s My Age Again? started playing.

“I’m sure it would.”

“And this song is perfect for you,” you said, lightly punching Bucky on the shoulder before singing along with the chorus.

“Ha. Very funny,” he said. Although his tone was unamused, he couldn’t hide the smile on his face at seeing you so loose around him. “I could say the same about you.”

“I told you that Blink brings me back to my high school days! I can’t help it!”

“It is nice to see you loosen up a little. You’ve been so tense recently,” he said.

“Well yeah I have a very stressful job,” you retorted. “Now the real question is, how do I get you to loosen up?”

“That is a secret I will not be sharing with you.”

“What if I play some swing music from the 40s. I bet that’ll do the trick,” you joked.

He chuckled and shook his head, “Only one way to find out…”

“See if we weren’t listening to one of my favorite bands, I would test that theory out right now.”

You went back to jamming out and singing to yourself as Bucky continued to navigate the busy New York City streets.

“What were you like in high school?” you asked.

Bucky scoffed, “That’s probably a better question for Steve.”

“Well Steve’s not here, is he?”

Bucky rolled his eyes, “To be honest, in high school I thought I was the shit. I slacked off in class and charmed the teachers into passing me. I could get any girl I wanted. I thought the world revolved around me. The military changed that very quickly.”

“That fits,” you agreed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked.

“I mean you’re a good looking guy, I get it.” He looked away from you as a slight blush colored his cheeks.

“My world was so small back then. Seems like a lifetime ago.”

“Well yeah, it was a lifetime ago.”

“And what about you?” he offered.

“Oh, my high school experience is not very interesting.”

“I still would like to hear about it.”

You sighed, “I was a bit of a bookworm. I focused on school and getting into a good college. I had a small group of friends that I still keep in touch with but I pretty much kept to myself. I was never invited to the fun parties, I didn’t get drunk at prom, I just focused on getting through it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said.

“Yeah I don’t know that I would’ve really fit in with your crowd.”

“I don’t think that’s true,” he said.

You glared at him, “Bucky, you were a popular kid. I was a nerd. High school hasn’t changed that much since the 30s.”

“I would’ve noticed you,” he replied seriously.

You studied him, unsure of what to say. The song changed to First Date, which helped you come up with a response.

“Tell me about your first date.”

“My first date ever?”

“Yes.”

“Um well I guess it would’ve been the summer carnival.”

“What was her name?”

“Betty. I was probably 14 and I went with all my friends, she went with hers. Our friends forced us into the ferris wheel together. We started holding hands and then we stopped at the top of the ferris wheel and I kissed her.”

“That’s so sweet.”

“Tell me about your first date,” he countered.

“Oh, it is nowhere near as cute as your story. I was 15. His name was Tyler. We went to see a scary movie, and I don’t like scary movies so the fact that I agreed to that is insane. We sat in the back row of the theater. About halfway through the movie he tried to put his arm around me, but it was such an awkward position for both of us that it didn’t last very long. And then when the movie ended we left and he hugged me goodbye. And he went in for a kiss, but I didn’t realize it so I gave him the cheek accidentally. And then I waited for my mom to pick me up. There was not a second date,” you added, laughing.

“I don’t know, sounds like a pretty good date to me.”

At first you thought he was being sarcastic, but he seemed pretty serious. “Yeah, okay,” you joked.

“I mean you were there, so that alone makes it a good date.” Now it was your turn to blush. Was the super soldier flirting with you? Before you could respond, he added, “The movies are a great first date though. I used to be at the drive-in every weekend.”

“I wish we had drive-ins.”

“You’ve never been?”

“Nope, they don’t really exist anymore.”

“Sure they do, you just have to get creative.”

“How so?” you questioned.

“You’ll see,” he smirked. Bucky looped the Jeep around the block and started heading back toward the compound. He had a twinkle in his eye and you knew he was up to something. When you reached the compound, Bucky didn’t pull into the parking garage, opting to go off road and drive the car onto the grass and around the building.

“What are you doing?” you asked with a light laugh in your voice.

“Just relax, I do this all the time.”

“Really?”

“Well I’ve done it once before.” He drove until he reached the outdoor training grounds and he backed the jeep up so that it was facing one of the sides of the compound. He put the car in park and said, stay here for a minute. He ran inside with a sense of urgency and a few minutes later he came out with his arms full. He had pillows and blankets along with a variety of snacks. He opened the back of the jeep and you said, “Need some help?”

“Sure,” he said. You climbed out of the jeep and walked around the back to help him. He was laying out a quilt and propped the pillows up against the back seat.

“Climb in,” he said once everything was finished. You propped yourself up into the trunk and slid back.

“Hey Friday? Set up movie projection,” he called to the AI. Within moments there was a big screen projection set up on the wall in front of them.

“What should we watch?” he asked you.

“Hmm….Friday, play The Princess Bride.”

“I haven’t seen that one,” he commented.

“Why does that not surprise me,” you smiled.

You sat beside Bucky and pulled the plaid blanket he always kept in the back of the car up towards your chest. You both watched in silence, other than the occasional chuckle. Your eyes were focused on the movie, but you noticed Bucky glancing over at you every now and then. Before you realized it your head was resting on Bucky’s shoulder ever so slightly. You noticed his breathing quicken and his enhanced arm carefully made its way around your back and onto your hip bone, gently rubbing circles into the denim of your jeans. You were hyper aware of your own breath as it came in and out, struggling to focus on the film when Bucky’s touch was making your heart skip a beat. Sitting like this seemed so natural, yet so foreign at the same time. It was impossible to ignore his heavenly scent: bergamot with a hint of citrus. It activated the butterflies in your stomach. You had to focus on your breathing. One breath in, one breath out. Don’t think about how good he smells. Don’t think about his gentle touch on your torso. Don’t think about all the things you want to do to him. Just breathe.

You wondered if Bucky knew what kind of effect he was having on you. With his enhanced senses, you were sure that he could hear your heart beating and your deep breathing. But if he noticed, he didn’t say anything which you were grateful for. You peered up at him and his eyes were glued to the screen and he had a slight smile plastered on his face.You must’ve looked a little too long because his face dropped to meet yours.

“You watching me?” he joked.

“Just checking to see if you’re enjoying the movie.”

His smile grew even bigger, “Of course I’m enjoying it. You’re here with me.”