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theemissuniverse · 1 year ago

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“I WALK THE LINE” JAVIER GARCIA X TOUGH FEM!READER

SUMMARY : You are the leader of The New Frontier and you’ve won the heart of both brothers but you’re only interested in the baseball player.

ADDITIONAL : So that there is no confusion, this takes place after the events of killing Joan only that then you became leader. Also Clem never got kicked out and lives with you and AJ. Mariana never died. And there’s just things that are tweaked in the story but will make sense as you read.

WARNINGS : Cursing, suggestive content, talks about religion, and maybe more

There was something about you that made you so intriguing yet utterly horrifying to Javi. Maybe it was because you acted somewhat like his brother and were in a solider mindset. Or maybe it was the way you spoke about death like you weren’t afraid of it. Maybe it was because you were so beautiful yet so deadly. Or maybe it was just you period.

Javi had met you when he came into the New Frontier seeing as you were the leader and David was your second in command. His first impression? You were hard to impress. You didn’t care about anything really other than the mission at hand but Javi saw more through you.

You caught on to the fact that Kate had feelings for him and would relentlessly joke about it to Javi which irritated him to no end. He didn’t have feelings for her. He never did. Not for his brother’s wife.

He saw how history may soon repeat because even though you were not with David romantically, it was clear he wanted to be with you romantically. Though, he would never admit it. David took pride in his reputation and him falling for you didn’t look good considering he technically already had a wife.

Javi was after all, a man at the end of the day and could tell by just looking at the two of you. The longing looks David had for you. How he would at least try to control his temper around you. How you were the only one to keep him in check.

And Javi hated it.

He just couldn’t tell if you felt the same way back and until he did so, he would keep hitting on you. Even in front of his brother.

Javi played with the ring on his finger that belonged to his father while watching you. You were looking over some papers to see about your supply chain in the doctors office alone. Javi took it as his chance to stroll over to you.

He watched you look up from your papers and down. “What do you want twenty five?”

Twenty five was the nickname that was quickly given to him while you discovered of his baseball history. He didn’t mind it though. He thought it was cute. And he thought more that you liked him. At least a little.

“I can’t come in a check on you?” Javi asked fake offended.

“I don’t need you to do that. I already have David breathing down my neck.” Javi watched as you winced and held your stomach.

You gotten a pretty bad gash on your stomach from Badger and it wasn’t looking so good. Usually David was tough around everyone but the wound was so bad that he was starting to worry.

And if David of all people was worrying than it had to be that bad.

Javi took the papers out your hand and made you sit on top of the desk. “Hey, sit down.”

You sighed in annoyance. “Not you too.”

“Hey, if the big bad wolf is worried…then it’s gotta be bad.” Javi noticed your eye roll and chuckled.

You leaned back a little. “I don’t know what’s gotten into him. He’s been acting weird. I can’t put my finger on it.”

Of course, Javi knew exactly what was wrong. The problem was David wanted you but he didn’t want you. He wanted you in the best possible ways but he didn’t want the baggage that would come with that.

Lucky for Javi, he didn’t mind baggage. “David isn’t used to caring about something.” Javi put it into simple terms. “Just give him a second.”

“You’re too nice to him. Because the way he treats you…if I had a sister and she did me the way he did you…she wouldn’t be breathing.”

Javi laughed. “Well…Clementine’s kinda like your sister isn’t she?”

“Well yeah. But she doesn’t tell me how much of a failure I am every second.”

That was true. For Javi, it was hard dealing with David but he had gotten so used to it that it didn’t even affect him anymore. “It’s like wired in my brain. I know he loves me he just…has a funny way of showing it.”

“Yeah. You’re telling me.”

Javi noticed that you clutched your stomach in pain again. “Let me see.”

You gave him a look. “Is this your excuse of trying to see me shirtless.”

“I would’ve came up with something better if that’s the case.”

The statement made you laugh a little and you lifted your shirt for Javi to see the scar.

It was bad. A stab to the right and it would’ve been over for you. The stitches were nicely done. “Who did these?”

“Clementine…still don’t know how she knows how to do that.”

Javi nodded in agreement. “That’s one tough kid.” His hand gently went to caress the scar. He was so glad that badger was dead.

You watched as Javi’s expression went from worry to anger. A similar expression you had seen on David. You took Javi’s hand and held it. “I’m fine. Relax. It could’ve been worse.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem. It could’ve went worse.”

“Luckily you shot him in the head huh?”

“I wish I could do it twice.”

It was moments like these you saw the similarities to Javi and David and you couldn’t help but laugh because it was something you expected from David but not Javi.

You got off from the desk and Javi helped you off. You were about to fall but Javi quickly caught you and held you close. “Careful.” He told you. “That supply chain isn’t going anywhere.”

“You know if I don’t do it, David is definitely not doing it.”

Javi chuckled and helped you stand to your feet. “That’s one thing about him. All about the action. Hates the paperwork.”

“You know what else David is gonna hate?”

Javi looked at you curiously. “What?”

You covered your mouth as sort of a playful whisper. “You banging his wife.”

Again with the joke, Javi watched you laugh as he groaned out of annoyance. You walked out the room and Javi followed in pursuit. “How many times do I have to tell you, nothing is going on between me and her.”

“Well obviously she wants you.”

“I don’t want her.”

You playfully gasped in shock to him and stopped walking making him stop. “You don’t want thee Kate Garcia?” Javi rolled his eyes. “What will the world do if they didn’t have twenty five in their life?”

You went back to walking and Javi followed in pursuit. “Hey, I had a lot of women wanting twenty five in their life thank you very much.”

“Oh yeah? Were they all offered to hitch a ride to the psych ward afterwards?”

“Oh very funny.”

“I know. I’m a true comedian really.”

Javi had never seen you this way around anyone really. You were always so cold. So negative but with him you weren’t like that.

That made him believe you two had something.

Javi walked right in front of you to stop you in your tracks. “Busy tonight?”

“Actually, I was totally looking forward to my nail and hair appointment.” You said sarcastically. “Ooh! Or maybe go sight seeing with walkers!”

“Taking that as a no…” He trailed off before speaking again. “I need help with the count on food for next week.”

“Oh and you’re just so helpless that you need me?”

“Exactly.”

You rolled your eyes playfully before nodding. “Sure. I guess.”

You went to take another step but the sudden pain pinched at your gut and you clutched your stomach. Javi immediately held you by the waist and brought you closer. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.”

Javi knew you weren’t fond of touch but you never seemed to mind when he held you.

The two of you heard footsteps coming from down the hall. Javi was about to remove his hands from your waist but you placed your hands on top of his, keeping them firm in place.

The person stopped in their tracks and you two recognized it was David.

He gave the two of you a look of disgust before looking at his brother in anger. “What the hell is going on?”

“Nothing.” You stated calmly. “Just slight pain.”

David immediately walked over to you and grabbed the papers in your hand. He looked at them before getting annoyed. “I told you I would do this.”

“You’re not going to do it the correct way.” You told him.

“Yes I will.” He looked over at Javi. “What are you doing here?”

Javi, knowing the reason why David was being like this, rolled his eyes at him. “Just helping, (Y/N). Relax.”

“Don’t tell me to relax.” When David said that, you gave him a good hard smack on his chest.

“Shut up, you idiot. You’re so annoying sometimes.”

Javi watched as David took a deep breath in and out. He noticed his brother was trying to control his temper and it was working. Once again, he controlled his anger for you.

“Look, come on. I’ll help you.” He practically pushed Javi off of you and held onto your waist as you started walking away.

“You’re being ridiculous.” You grumbled.

“I’m not being ridiculous. You are.”

Javi sighed slightly watching him walk away with you but he wasn’t worried. Not even in the slightest.

When Javi turned around, he jumped back a little. He wasn’t expecting for Clementine to be there. “Ay’ dios mio, do you always sneak up behind people?”

“I wasn’t sneaking.” Clementine defended. “I was going to talk to (Y/N) but I see your brother already hauled her off somewhere.”

“Yeah.” Javi crossed his arms. “He hasn’t let her breathe ever since…”

Clementine nodded. “I think it’s because he’s mad.”

“Mad?” Javi questioned. “Why would he be mad?”

“Mad at you.”

“Me? What did I do?…This time?”

Clementine smiled slightly before shaking her head. “You saved her. I think David wanted to be the one that was there.”

It made sense in some way but Javi still couldn’t understand. You were safe now. Why did it matter? “But she’s alive? Shouldn’t that be all that matters?”

“Not if it’s you involved.” Clementine walked over to the window and Javi followed her. There, they watched as David sat you down in a chair. “I’m not blind. I know he likes her. And I know you like her too.”

Javi wasn’t going to deny it. Especially because Clementine was already a smart kid. “You think it’s not worth it?”

“I think if you love someone, anything is worth it.” She said. “But is it worth losing your brother?”

David already lost Kate because of Javi. Was it fair he’d lose you to? Because of him?

This wasn’t fair. He didn’t ask to have feelings for you. They were just there. And he definitely didn’t ask for Kate to have feelings for him which David didn’t even know that he was the real reason they weren’t together anymore.

But you were worth everything.

When the stars shined in the sky, Javi put on his jersey and opened the door to walk out of his room. What he didn’t expect was to see Kate standing right there. “Oh…hey, Kate.”

Ever since Kate confessed her feelings for Javi and he rejected her, Javi felt it was best to keep his distance. If she was any other woman than it wouldn’t have been a problem. But she wasn’t just any woman. She was his brother’s wife.

“I was going to knock…where are you going?”

He really didn’t feel like getting into an argument with her as you and Kate did not get along but he also wasn’t one to lie. “Going to count the food supply with (Y/N).”

Kate scoffed. “She can’t do it herself?”

Javi suppressed an eye roll. He stepped out the room making her take a step back and closed the door before walking. “You know it’s my job right?”

“That doesn’t mean she needs to be with you. God it’s like ever since she got hurt you and David…”

“Hey I’ve been letting her do her own thing. David is the one that’s not letting her breathe.”

“It’s like he likes her or something…”

Javi caught the attitude in her voice. He wasn’t fond of David liking you either. Well that was because of his own feelings but why did Kate have a problem with it. “Does it matter? You broke up with him.”

He watched as Kate’s head went down in shame and she sighed. “Yeah. Look how that turned out.”

That made Javi stop in his tracks. He turned around and faced Kate, also making her stop. “Listen, I’m sorry how things turned out and I don’t mean to sound harsh but you got to let it go.”

“Let it go? You’re telling me to let my feelings go?”

“Yes. It’s wrong and I don’t want to be any part of it when David finds out the real reason you broke it off with him.”

Kate grabbed Javi’s hands and brought them to her. “So you’re saying if David wasn’t your brother you would be with me?”

Javi shook his head and took his hands back from her. “No Kate. Brother or not, I don’t feel anything for you. I care about you but I don’t love you. I’m sorry.”

Before Kate could get out a response, Javi’s radio started to sound like static. And then he heard your voice over it. “Twenty five. You ready?”

Javi grabbed his radio and pressed the button to speak. “Yeah. Where you want me to meet you at?”

“Just meet me at the warehouse. Also I like roses.”

Javi smiled knowing you were half joking. “Copy that.” He placed the radio on his belt and when he looked up, he saw Kate had an angry expression. “What?”

“You’re in love with her? Are you serious?”

“Kate…” Javi sighed out. “I’m not having this discussion with you.”

When Kate looked into his eyes all she saw was someone that didn’t care about her. “Unbelievable…” She mumbled before turning around and walking away.

“It’s like I’m in high school all over again.” Javi said to himself.

It didn’t matter if you were half joking, Javi still picked you out the prettiest rose from the garden you all were growing.

You were in the warehouse already counting the food while sitting on the ground. You had the burden of being leader ever since they took down Joan and the others which meant the responsibility of everyone fell on you.

Javi could tell you were stressed but you were good at not showing it. That’s what he loved about you. About how big your heart was despite you trying to act otherwise.

He walked over towards you and held out the rose. “This wasn’t my ideal date.”

You looked up and were surprised that he had gotten you a rose. You took it before looking up at him. “What was then?”

“You know…” Javi sat in front of you and grabbed one of the clipboards. “Dinner and a night out. Not being inside counting our dinner.”

You chuckled a little before resuming your count. “You know I don’t really miss how the world used to be.”

Javi raised a brow at this. “Why? What could be worse than people trying to eat you?”

“At least they can’t control them being monsters. But us…we can control that.”

Javi got what you were hinting towards. “Yeah, that’s true.”

You hit your pen on your clipboard, deep in thought. “Do you believe in God, Javi?”

“Yes…but I can see why someone wouldn’t.”

You nodded at his opinion. “I never did. Everyone always told me that God was always watching me…then why did he watch me as my father beat me? Or when my mother lit her cigarette on me? Or when my Uncle John forced me to drink liquor? Or when my cousin Rob killed my cat? Why did he always just watch and never do anything?”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m in my old life or this life…either way…it sucks both ways. Mind as well take the one that sucks less.”

Javi wasn’t surprised to hear what happened in your life only because it explained why you were the tough woman you are now.

He knew what you felt about sympathy and he knew you despised grievance so he took another approach. “Maybe God wanted you to suffer.”

At that, you looked at him, extremely confused but laughing. “What?”

Javi laughed with you. “Yeah, maybe he picked you because he specifically hated you and wanted you to suffer the most.”

You laughed hysterically and hit him with your clipboard. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious. He’s probably looking down right now and thinking, ‘damn I probably didn’t do enough.”

“You’re so stupid.” You said with a laugh.

Getting you to smile was one of the best things Javi could accomplish. You smiled like you were the happiest person in the world.

“I wish David could be like this. He’s too serious.”

When you said that, Javi decided to rip the bandaid off. “That’s because he’s in love with you.”

When he had said that, you looked up to him completely shocked. “What? No he isn’t…”

Javi nodded to confirm. “Yeah, he is. Come on, (Y/N). You’re the only person besides his kids that he checks up on constantly. Always worrying. The overbearing protectiveness. I mean he obviously has some feelings for you.”

You never really thought about it but now that you were, it was strange the way David would act around you. So strange it could come off as he had feelings for you.

You groaned and rubbed your temples in annoyance. “Oh no…”

Javi laughed as he had not expected that reaction. “What? You don’t like my brother?”

“Please. David is not anywhere near my type.”

“So what is your type?”

You saw how eager Javi was to know which made you thump his head with your thumb. “Not you.”

Though you were lying. Although Javi maybe wasn’t your ideal type, you sure wouldn’t complain if you had rode into the sunset with him. He was smart, handsome, emotionally intelligent while also having a sense of humor.

Javi looked back to his clipboard. “How do you want me to do the rations this week.”

“I say we stop doing those. They already get 3 meals a day without labor. A lot of them aren’t seeing the use of even working. If they want any extra food, they have to work harder. We’re giving out food and wasting it when we really don’t have to.”

Javi nodded. “That makes sense…how do you think David will feel about it though?”

“Not great when he finds out the rules also apply to his kids.” You say. “Look I love Mariana and Gabe but they’re old enough not to get any special treatment. The only one that is getting any special treatment is AJ and that’s only because he’s still a toddler.”

“Hey, I got your back if he says anything.”

“He shouldn’t. It was his stupid idea for me to be leader anyway.”

Javi hated when you spoke badly about yourself. After all the hard things you had to do, you didn’t deserve that. He gently grabbed your hand which made you look at him. “It wasn’t stupid. You’re a great leader. You’re the only one willing to make the hard calls.”

You sighed a little. “That’s what I hate about this. Help me up.”

Javi stood up on his feet first. Then he helped you slowly get up. You were groaning in pain. “I can get a wheelchair from the hospital you know?”

You hit his shoulder lightly. “Stop talking stupid.”

You tried to walk but the minute you did, your legs gave out from the pain. Luckily Javi was fast and caught you before you fell. “You are so stubborn.” He said to you.

He handed you his clipboard. You looked at him confused but took it. He then picked you up bridal style.

“Javi!” You gasped out in shock.

“Which way?” Javi asked, ignoring your shout.

You shook your head before pointing. “To the left…by the way you’re aren’t cool for doing this.”

“I think I’m very cool.”

The next day, Javi made sure to prepare himself. He was going to confess his feelings for you. He honestly didn’t think it would go bad. Whether you accepted him or rejected him, he wasn’t like Kate or David. If all he could do was be your friend then he would be just that.

It was early in the morning. Breakfast time which meant the community was in the dining hall eating.

He knew that usually at this time you were in your office by yourself so he made his way towards the room.

The door was wide open and there he saw David. It appeared to be that the two of you were arguing.

“My kids need food, (Y/N) and are used to eating the rations. Making the rule apply to them won’t help anything.”

“I hate to break it to you David, but they are not kids anymore. Far from it. If the people figure out you and your family get special treatment then I’m the one that gets all the angry people in this group at me. Not you, me.”

“This is stupid!”

Javi decided to make himself known. He walked into the office while looking at his brother. “David, Mariana and Gabe are both capable of going without the rations. They gotta work for it like everyone else.“

David turned to his brother in pure anger. He shoved Javi in the chest. “Stay out of it.”

You pushed yourself in between the two and faced David. “You just don’t want him in it because he’s the only one on my side.”

“I don’t want him involved because last time I checked, I was your second in command - not him. What the hell do you care for anyway? He’s pretty much useless.”

Javi wasn’t fazed at all by David’s comment as he was used to his behavior. You didn’t like it. Not at all. Javi saw your expression turn sad. You took a couple steps back from David. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be second in command anymore should you?”

David’s eyes widened at this. “Wait no. Come on, (Y/N). You don’t mean that.”

“Everywhere I go, you’re breathing over my shoulder and you’re suffocating me. And then the way you treat your brother just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.”

“I don’t treat him like anything! I-“

David went to grab your hands but you quickly pushed them away and continued your rant. “And then you’re always mad all the time. Mad at me.”

“I’m mad at you because I love you.”

Silence. Neither Javi nor you were expecting that. You didn’t even think David himself was expecting himself to say that. Javi was just thinking if he should just walk out the the room slowly and leave the two of your alone at this point.

“I don’t love you.”

Javi saw the expression on David’s face. It was hurt. A hurt he had never seen on his face. The type of hurt that was heart breaking. If David was capable of tears, Javi bet that David would be crying by now.

David held his head down as he walked out the office. You waited until he was completely gone before shutting the office door.

“That was…rough…” Javi said breaking the silence.

You sighed, rubbing your head. You felt a headache come in quick. “I can’t keep doing this with him. Walking on eggshells at every turn. I mean I know I’m not the best with emotions but at least I don’t spaze out on people every five minutes. It’s just…too much.”

It was pretty hard having a brother like David but Javi always made sure to not give into the hate and always have hope for him. “His brain isn’t wired how ours is. It’s like…you’re driving at 30 miles per hour. All the time. You’re safe and cautious of your surroundings. With him? He’s driving at 90. Full foot on the gas and not even bothering to hit the break…until he’s about to crash…and then it’s too late.”

You looked at Javi curiously. “Why do you do that? Your brother treats you like shit every single day and you defend him without blinking an eye.”

Javi walked over towards you before leaning on your desk right next to you. “Because…it’s just not worth it. Him being mad at me…me being mad at him…it’s a never ending cycle and I don’t want to partake in any of that.”

You nodded at him before sitting on top of your desk. “I don’t ever miss the old world exactly. I just missed what we could do in it….like eat a pizza, or go laser tagging, or watch tv…or get married…”

When you mentioned the last part, Javi turned to look at you interested. “Married? You wanted that?”

“I know it sounds corny but…I wanted a marriage and a kid…I wanted to have a family because well…I didn’t quite get that during my childhood.”

It made Javi a little upset that all the things you wished for, you couldn’t have because of the apocalypse. But then again, he was sort of glad this all happened because he probably wouldn’t have met you.

Javi looked at the ring on his finger before taking it off. He stood directly in front of you, grabbing your left hand. “I always thought that the marriage thing was for my brother.” You watched as he carefully slid the ring on your ring finger. “But I guess when you really love someone, the idea to you isn’t so crazy.”

You caught on to his confession and you were surprised. Javi chuckled at your surprise but didn’t take it as rejection. “Oh come on, mi amor. You had to of known I at least liked you a little.”

He didn’t wait for your response. He leaned down and kissed you. When Javi kissed you, you felt safe. Like it was home.

You brought your hand to cup the back of his neck. He kissed you lovingly. Like he had loved you for a century.

His lips were like cotton candy. Soft and delicious. His hands were rough but felt so good going along your thigh.

Javi moaned in your mouth when you gripped his hair. He felt your other hand reach the belt of his pants and when he felt that you were about to undo it, he stopped.

He placed his hand over yours while resting his forehead on yours. “You still haven’t healed yet.” He said, reminding you of your wound on your stomach.

You giggled. “What? Are you trying to say that thing can hurt me?”

“Maybe…” Javi gave you a sweet kiss on the lips before sighing. “David is going to be so pissed at me.”

You made Javi look you in the eye. “Stop worrying about what he wants. Worry about what you want.”

Javi always put everything he’d ever wanted to the side because of his brother’s jealousy and insecurities. He was done doing that. He didn’t want to keep living the life of pleasing him.

He just wanted you.

“How do we tell him?”

You shrugged. “It’s not ours to tell. You don’t owe him anything, Javi.”

Javi felt you press your lips onto his and suddenly he was back to his safe home.

The only thing was that the blinds to the window was opened and someone saw the two of you.

It took a lot for David to be heartbroken. He was a strong man. Not just physically but emotionally. He barely felt sadness. Just anger but he was tired of feeling it.

He should’ve known you didn’t feel the same way. Why would you? He was the guy always mad at the world. Who would want to be with someone like that? It was the reason Kate left.

First his first wife, then Kate, and now you.

He couldn’t catch a break.

David couldn’t sleep as the guilt was surfacing. Everyone he did or has ever done just wasn’t washing away. Not this time.

He was sitting at the kitchen table, just staring off with his thoughts.

That was until there was a knock on the door.

David peaked up from his seat. It had to of been ten at night. Who would come to him at the ungodly hour? Maybe you?

He stood before walking over to the door. He opened it and there he saw Kate. Someone he hadn’t expected.

“Kate…are you okay? Why are you here so late?”

Kate looked the same. Heartbroken as well but he couldn’t really put a finger on why she was. She didn’t give him another word before pushing herself inside his house.

“Okay…” David closed the door to his house and looked back at Kate who had her back turned to him. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

He heard her breathe in and out like she was trying not to cry. “I need to tell you the truth. The reason why I actually broke things off.”

“The truth?” David was confused. Was what she told him before not the truth? “Why are you just now telling me?”

“Because you need to know. You deserve it.”

There was something about her voice that made it seem like she was more so doing it for her and not him but regardless it was late at night and he couldn’t care less. “Kate it’s done and over with. Whatever it was…I don’t even care anymore.”

“It’s Javi.”

It was like she knew that would spark his attention. His eyes widened and he took steps towards her. “What do you mean by that?”

Kate sighed and turned to face him. “When me and him were on the road with the kids for so long…I really saw a different side to him. Not the same one obsessed with gambling and laying on your couch hoping for the next bag of money to roll in. I saw someone who was brave, and protective, and over all one of the best people I’ve ever met. I fell in love with him.”

David bit his lip. The same way he tried to control his temper with you, he was trying to control it now. “What? My brother? Are you serious Kate?!”

“I know…I know…it doesn’t matter because he doesn’t feel the same way. It’s just…I thought you should know.”

David cared but only a little. He wasn’t in love with Kate anymore. There wasn’t really anything for him to be mad at. “I can’t believe this..”

Kate looked into his eyes before stepping forward. “There’s something else…I know you care about, (Y/N).” Before David could get in a word, Kate held her hand up. “Let me finish. I know you do…but there’s something you should know so you don’t get caught off guard…I saw her and Javi kissing. I think they’re together now.”

David stood there, completely in shock. He would have never imagined it’d be you. That you’d fall for a guy like Javi. A guy that was his brother.

He couldn’t imagine Javi even having any feelings for you. He was just in shock.

Kate knew him too well and knew what was coming next. “I just thought you should know…” She opened the door to the house before leaving, closing it behind her.

It was at that point David grabbed a vase and smashed it into the wall.

There was no controlling his temper anymore. Not even you.

A/N : part 2???

#twdg #javier garcia #Javier Garcia X reader #twdg x reader #x reader #lee everett #clementine twdg #twdg fanfic

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fallingfavourites · 10 months ago

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this will probably be changing a lot, and again feel free to request anything (no smut) but again i make no promise i'll write it so sorry!! I almost always write x fem!reader but sometimes its gender neutral!

i write for all these characters romantic (not clementine from twdg) and plantonic fics ! also always feel free to ask about characters that aren't on this list !

masterlist - nav

fandoms/characters I write for <3 (aka i have written for these or have some drafts of these fandoms)

bridgerton (Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Micheala Stirling)

criminal minds (Aaron Hotchner, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, JJ, Elle Greenaway)

marvel (Matt Murdock, Peter Parker - tom/andrew, Steve Rogers, might also dabble with some x-men characters)

the hunger games (Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Finnick Odair)

the walking dead (Rick Grimes, Glenn Rhee, Maggie Greene-Rhee / Lee Everett, Clementine)

top gun (Jake Seresin, Bradley Bradshaw)

stuff I might write for :3

9-1-1 (Evan Buckley)

daisy jones & the six (Daisy Jones, Billy Dunne)

outer bank (JJ Maybank, Kiara Carrera, Sarah Cameron, Pope Hayward)

the bear (Carmy Berzatto, Mikey Berzatto)

the boys (Hughie Campbell, Billy Butcher, Kimiko Miyashiro)

the last of us (Joel Miller)

twisters (Tyler Owens)

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angelsknifeprty · 16 days ago

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the injury of finally knowing you - clementine ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა ♡

ok so i accidentally deleted the ask like a fool ;-; but this was requested of me to write! >.<

clementine x gn!reader | 3.1k words

“i would soso love to see a twdg fic !!!!! like a clementine/reader fic where they’ve known each other for a while. could be platonic or romantic but like… hurt/comfort somehow. gahh i love her so bad sorry i never see clem fics anymore ;p”

cw: cursing, an attempt at hurt/comfort :'), mentions of character deaths, romantic leaning but it's kinda up in the air :3

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relieved is an understatement when trying to describe how seeing the school gates again felt. you trailed sluggishly behind clementine and louis, an ache in your stomach from running so much. you look over at clementine, breathless and exhausted in more ways than just physical, staggering her way forward. louis feels impossible to catch up with, even while holding a very injured aj.

you certainly weren’t in the best condition, but the way clementine swayed in front of you made you worry. your weary legs reacted before your brain could fully catch up, jogging over and offering her support that she dared to weakly decline. how typical of her, to still act so tough despite her dragging her feet as if her legs were made of lead, pained and fatigued winces escaping her lips in sharp hisses. her body ached but she had to keep moving, she had to make sure aj was okay.

“clem now is no time to keep up the tough act. c’mere,” you demand of her, tone coming out a little harsher than you intended. the abruptness of the situation had you distraught, but she seemed too tired to notice or argue any further, simply accepting as you slung her arm over your shoulder.

the next little while was a flurry of rushing around and the sound of panicked muttering, the others emerging and witnessing what was happening. you tried your best to ignore them so you could focus on making sure aj and clementine were okay. they stayed out of the way for the most part, but the bitter voices of some of the more displeased people in the group couldn’t help but find their way to your ears.

you were glad violet had whisked clementine away once she’d regained her strength a little, you’d prefer for her to not hear the less-than-positive reaction to their return for as long as possible. but you weren’t stupid, you knew that clementine was well aware of the pointed glares being sent your way as you all hobbled through the school.

you rest the back of your hand against aj’s forehead, a relieved exhale passing through your lungs when you feel that he is no longer burning up.

“ruby, his fever’s starting to go down,” you alert the redhead standing behind you with a soft smile. it disappears almost as quickly as it showed up when mitch chimes in, angry as always.

“great. we’re just giving them our medicine, too?” he complains.

your head whips around, brows furrowed into a scowl.

“will you keep your voice down!” you’re whisper-shouting, already at your wits end with everything else that’s happening, you didn’t need mitch added to the mix. “i understand why you’re upset, but what’s important right now is that he’s a fucking kid and he’s injured. take your complaints somewhere else, please.”

you couldn’t completely blame him for his anger given the circumstances, but you couldn’t see how aj being this badly injured wasn’t enough to put a stop to his whining.

he looked a little taken aback by your little outburst, scoffing with a shake of his head before retreating to the principal’s office.

your attention turns back to aj, huffing out a frustrated sigh. your mood lightened a little when you noticed him sleeping soundly on the sofa, free from pain for hopefully a few peaceful hours.

“damn, it usually takes me a lot longer to get him to shut up. good job,” you hear ruby’s voice say from behind you. it earns a small chuckle from you before you stand and turn to face her.

“thanks, ruby. sorry about all that, he just… i know what happened with marlon was messed up, but he’s hurt and i don’t know what i’d do if he got worse- what clem would do…”

ruby gives you a sympathetic smile, understanding your frustrations.

“i know, i promise. why don’t you leave this little guy to me, hm? you should probably go make sure mitch isn’t kickin’ up a fuss in there,” she nods in the direction of the principal’s office, a knowing look on her face. of course, you wanted to make sure aj was okay, but ruby knew you were probably going crazy wondering if clementine was alright. she hadn’t known you both for long but she had working eyes, she could see how close you were.

“well, there’s nobody more better suited than you,” you flash her a smile before excusing yourself, leaving her to take your former place by aj’s side as he sleeps.

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the conversation you walked in on was uncomfortable, to say the least, raised voices sounding from every direction in the room. people were angry and scared, lily’s plan to attack looming over everyone’s heads.

you truly admired clementine for her ability to command the room despite her not exactly winning the popularity contest amongst the group. by some miracle, and with the imminent danger waiting right around the corner, the group allowed you to stay; at least for a little while.

although you were relieved that you didn’t have to wander aimlessly on the outside, lily and her people weighed heavy on your mind. but with clementine and violet being the most level-headed out of everyone, a plan was finally starting to form.

you all began gathering everything you could find to start building your defences, awkward tension constantly settled over everyone as they tried to focus on the task at hand whilst processing everything else that had happened in the last few days.

who you were most worried about was clementine, almost able to envision a physical weight on her shoulders with the way she dragged herself through the school. it was probably hidden from most of the others, but you had come to learn she was very good at maintaining that hardened demeanour that has been years in the making.

there was a tiredness in her eyes that had appeared a long time ago and never seemed to leave. her brows were always furrowed, making her appear older and harsher than she truly was. you cherished the few times you got to see her face relax, her honey-coloured eyes softening in a way that made warmth bloom in your chest. you wished she could look so at ease more often.

a couple of weeks went by, your days spent fortifying the school and waiting anxiously for what was to come. uncertainty is hanging heavily in the air. during this waiting game you were all playing, you’d shamelessly let your eyes wander, settling onto clementine as you watched her go about her days.

there was a gleam in your eyes when your gaze came to rest on her, a spark you couldn’t really bring yourself to deny. it made you feel normal, to have your heart rate spike whenever her hand brushed yours by accident. the pounding in your chest felt good for once instead of the hammering fear you usually felt. you couldn’t help but indulge in it, a guilty little secret that kept your mind occupied as you daydreamed of her.

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nightfall comes sooner than you thought it would. the sky was completely void of sunlight now, a dark speckled blanket that cocooned around the school. you wish you could enjoy the serenity of having a sea of stars to admire right outside of your window like this. perhaps the one good thing about the apocalypse is that there was almost zero light pollution.

but you couldn’t. you don’t remember what it felt like not to walk around with a constant pit in your stomach, anxiety constantly prickling at your skin and making goosebumps rise in its path. you couldn’t quite shake the feeling of a presence lingering behind you even though you knew nobody was there, at least for now.

you got the feeling that clementine may be feeling a similar way as the bunk beneath you shifts. you remain as if you were asleep, listening to the soft thud of your door opening and shutting. you strained your ears to hear the deliberately softened footsteps that trailed down the hall.

you had been lying awake for a while so it was definitely the later hours of the night by now, and last time clementine snuck out of your room two people ended up dead. you weren’t taking any chances.

you quietly lowered yourself from your bunk, glancing over at aj only to see that he’s still soundly asleep. a bittersweet smile flashes across your face before you turn away, glad to see him resting. but his recent habit of staying up to “keep watch” had taken a toll on him, his little frame slumped over and exhausted throughout the day.

you tiptoe softly out of your room, following the sounds of floorboards creaking until you reach the outside. you’re greeted by the sight of clementine perched on the steps, head whipping around at the sound of you opening the doors.

“jesus- oh, it’s you,” clementine gasps, jumping a little at the surprise. you wince in guilt for scaring her, a bashful smile on your face as you look away shyly.

“sorry, clem. i didn’t mean to scare you, i just heard you get up and got worried,” you chuckle

she simply nods in acknowledgement but it’s not dismissive, her eyes remaining on you.

“i um… couldn’t sleep anyway, i assumed that might be the case for you too. thought some company would be nice.”

you’re resisting the urge to squirm under her gaze. it’s intense, but not like how it is when she’s standing her ground, demanding the attention of the room and always getting it. her eyes aren’t narrowed like usual, instead the orbs are soft and rounded as she looks up at you. they’re brimming with something but you can’t tell what, their usual icy glaze melted down into something warmer.

“you can come and sit with me if you’d like?” she offers, gesturing to the empty space beside her. you perk up at this, moving perhaps a little too enthusiastically to sit next to her.

there’s a brief moment of quiet as you settle beside one another, waiting for one of you to interrupt the silence.

“so… what’s got you awake at this hour?” you ask softly, voice cautious. if it was anything like your own reason for being up so late at night then you imagined it wouldn’t be pleasant.

clementine looks over at you with hesitant eyes, her stare analytical as she tries to figure out if she should talk or not. she could be somewhat of an open book when she wanted to be, giving you short glances into herself before she closed herself back up again. you understood that, knowing all too well that this world often betrays you when you let yourself be vulnerable; let yourself get attached. too bad you just couldn’t help yourself.

the two of you had been companions for a while now, long enough for you to remember aj being a toddler. naturally, you had grown close as you grew up together in a world turned upside down. she gave you the privilege of knowing her better than anyone else, but talking about her struggles was always a hard task.

“it’s… aj,” she sighs, the mental hurdle she had to push herself over to even speak her worries out loud painfully visible to you. you stay quiet, body angling slightly more towards her as you listen. your knees brush, a jolt of static sparking between the two of you. you try to ignore it, but the twisting of your stomach makes it hard to forget.

“what about aj?” you prod. her brows furrow and she fidgets with her hands for a moment.

“i just… i feel like i’m failing him…” you remain silent, letting her take the lead in the conversation. your heart twists at the way her voice sounds like there’s barbed wire wrapped around her throat; you knew it probably felt that way too.

“he’s still so little, even if he disagrees with me on that. trying to keep him safe but also keep him strong is so hard. he’s just a kid and it’s so hard for him to remember that sometimes.”

she sounds utterly defeated and it shatters your heart. you yearn to reach out, to hold her while you promise her everything will be okay even though you have no way of guaranteeing that.

“i just get so scared that i’m walking him down the wrong path, that i’m turning him into a monster like i know some of the others here think. i just need him to be safe, i can’t let him get hurt because i didn’t do good enough.”

clementine is tough, the toughest person you’ve ever met and you’re sure of it, but you knew this must be really getting to her. her eyes are wide and glossy, vacantly staring in front of her at nothing in particular. her leg bounces rapidly and her breaths are shaky and the sight of her feels like a stab to the heart.

it was a topic that was rarely brought up but you knew. you knew the way she was so hard on herself to make sure aj was safe. that little boy was her whole world, but a part of her felt like this was her chance at redemption. to bring herself peace after shouldering the responsibility for the deaths of so many people she cared about.

she was silent now, unable to look at you as she continued staring straight ahead.

“clem…” you call her name softly, beckoning her to come back to you from whatever hellscape her brain was dragging her back into. you gently move your hand towards her, making sure it passes through her line of sight so as to not startle her. you take her hand in yours, a little chilly from the cool night air, and trace light circles over the skin.

you see that she jumps a little, not so much in fear but as if she reconnected with her own body again. she looks between you and her hand in yours, her exterior softening a little as you soothed her. you were always good at that.

“i’m sorry, i know you came out here to clear your own head, not to take a look into mine,” she laughs dryly. you squeeze her hand at this.

“don’t be sorry, it’s what i’m here for.”

this earns a small smile from clementine, her hand squeezing yours in return before you let go. she immediately misses the feeling of your skin.

“are you okay?” she asks after a little while, remembering that you couldn’t have been feeling too great if it led you out here as well.

you hesitate for a moment, but you speak anyway.

“i’m just kinda feeling what everyone else is feeling. it’s not like i want lily and her people to come but… i don’t know, the waiting is making things even worse. everyone’s scared and i can’t do anything about it.”

clementine nods along as she listens, empathetic as she shares that same pit in her stomach that followed wherever she went.

“i hear you,” she replies simply, wishing there was more she could say, more she could promise. but there wasn’t.

“as uncertain as things are though, i have hope that we’ll make it. you whipped everyone into shape, i think. you’re pretty scary when you wanna be,” you giggle softly, the first genuine laugh you think you’d let out all day.

clem raises an eyebrow at this, entertaining your statement.

“you think i’m scary?” she repeats back.

“hmm… no, not to me. but i think other people are intimidated by you, you have a pretty nasty glare,” you tease and it earns a soft chuckle from her. you drink up the sound as if you’d stumbled upon an oasis with an unquenchable thirst.

“really? i guess that’s a useful thing to have,” clementine shrugs at your words. she pauses for a moment, seemingly making a last-minute decision on whether to speak or not. “i’m glad i don’t scare you though. i don’t think i’d forgive myself if i made you feel like that.”

clementine’s voice is a little softer now, quiet as if she didn’t mind there being a chance that you didn’t hear her. but you did.

“i don’t think i could ever scared of you. that glare might work on everyone else but not me. your eyes are too pretty to be scary.”

you talk without thinking much of it, your honesty starting to pour out of you like a faucet. she freezes at your compliment, incredibly unused to receiving them. she doesn’t look uncomfortable though, more like she’s fumbling at your praise.

“oh- um, thank you,” she smiles bashfully. it’s incredibly rare that you see her flustered in any way so you made sure to commit her awkward shuffles and fidgety hands to memory for you to fawn over later. you only respond with an amused hum, tilting your head as you look at her. she seemed a little more spritely now.

“and about what you said before,” you begin cautiously, not wanting to ruin the pleasant atmosphere you’d created but you knew it needed to be said. “you’re doing a really good job with aj, honestly. i’ve been with you guys long enough to know that for sure.”

clementine’s posture is tense but it’s more anticipatory, hanging on to your every word like they supplied her oxygen.

“but you need to know that as much as it sucks, you can’t shield him from everything. the world’s not how it used to be; it’s hard to keep the balance of making sure he gets to enjoy being a kid while also teaching him to protect himself.”

clem simply watches you with furrowed brows and an expression so vulnerable that she looks like a kicked puppy.

“i think you’re doing the very best you can with that, don’t let people who have no idea what it’s like tell you any different.”

you watch as she exhales slowly, all of the tension slowly leaving her body as she lets your words soothe her forever-worrying mind. wordlessly she scoots closer to you, your head instinctively meeting her shoulder as she lets herself enjoy this closeness with you.

“thank you,” she speaks in an earnest whisper. you turn your head to place a gentle kiss on her jacket-clad shoulder, your cheek squishing against her as you nuzzle into her side. your position prevents you from seeing the rosy flush that blooms across her cheeks at the gesture, but you’re content enough where you are. you hoped you’d helped in distracting her from the noise of her own head.

“like i said, it’s what i’m here for.”

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a/n: i’m scared this is kinda bad, i don't have much experience writing angsty stuff </3 but to make something good i have to make it exist first, maybe i’ll come back n rewrite some of this someday :D i hope you enjoyed regardless!

#clementine twdg #clementine x reader #clementine twdg x reader #twdg #the walking dead #angelsknifeprty’s blog !! ⭑🖋˚⋆˚✿˖°｡

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amphibiahawks321 · 1 year ago

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KNOCK KNOCK

M!Reader : Hm?

[Y/N unlocks the door]

M!Reader : Clem?

Clementine : Ummm....

[Clementine holding a bouquet]

Clementine : It's for you

M!Reader : Wow thanks!

[Clementine stares to the side of the hallway seeing AJ giving her two thumbs up]

Clementine : The others said giving flowers to someone is a good way to show affection while dating someone

Clementine : I know there's not many flowers on the bouquet and there's probably some zombie blood on the flower but I really hope you like it

M!Reader : i-i love it! I really do!

[M!Reader thought 💭]

Ohmygosh yoursuchahopelessdork Iloveyou

#clementine x reader #reader x clementine #male reader #clementine #the walking dead #the walking dead x reader #reader x the walking dead #twdg clementine #twdg #twdg x reader #reader x twdg

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the-dumpster-fire-of-life · 1 year ago

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Along with avatar requests y’all, PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGIG

JUST SOME TWDG FICS PLEASE I MISS MY BABIES

OR ARCANE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE ARCANE AND TWDG

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nicofics · 2 years ago

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Since you're asking for requests, how about Clementine x a reader she used to be rivals/enemies with, but now they're working together to take care of AJ?

𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜

𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

summary: when you first meet clem, you two seem to butt heads, what happens when you both are working towards the same goal?

notes: hihi!! hope you enjoy this!! i have a jolyne x reader coming soon for new years, so look out for that! requests are still open!! feel free to send some in!!

when she first arrived at ericsons, you kept your distance. something about her seemed off to you, especially when she threatened poor tenn when she first woke up, you wondered why marlon let her stay. you were with louis that day, listening to his piano while dusting off some old weapons when ruby brought in some kid that kept shouting about some fruit. “hey, little guy, whats your name?” you bent down to his level, he seemed distressed. “aj. wheres clementine?” you raised an eyebrow, “we don’t have any fruit here, aj?” “no! clementine is who i was with! where is she?!” you could hear louis laugh at your misunderstanding in the background. you shot him a glare.

ruby spoke up, “shes restin’ kiddo, best wait ‘till she wakes up” aj shook his head, “no! i need to see her now!” he seemed to be getting agitated. after a few seconds he tried to charge out of the room, ruby, given orders by marlon to check up on him, tried to stop him, only to end up being bit. “shit!” she cussed. you sprung up, stopping aj from leaving while louis checked up on ruby. ruby angrily left the room, rightfully so. you looked at aj, you didn’t really know what to do, he was just a kid, he didn’t know any better. you turned to louis for help. louis nodded, beginning to play his piano again, that seemed to calm aj down.

after a few minutes of listening to louis’ music, some girl walked in, she was roughly the same age as you. she was pretty, you’d give her that. once she came in her and aj hugged. you left the room not long after that, aasim had called for you to complain about marlons new safe zone.

after awhile of being with aasim, everyone was called to eat, you sat at the table with this new girl, violet, marlon and louis. they were playing a game, you weren’t really listening to what though, you were trying to figure this new girl out. she seemed.. weird. something about her warned you, to stay away from her. you weren’t one to believe in gut reactions, but from what your gut was screaming at you right now, you just had to listen. you stood up, “i’m heading to bed, night” and with that you left, a few “goodnights” heard from behind you as you headed to your bedroom. once in there, you got changed and hopped into bed, trying to ignore your continuous thoughts you drifted off to sleep.

you woke up to screaming outside, half asleep, you got out of bed, making your way to the courtyard to see marlon and everyone else, crowded around clem. “she killed brody! she’s a murderer!” marlon shouted. your eyes widened, brody? dead? clementine killed brody? your hands hand a mind of their own as they reached towards your face. you had known brody for ages. how could clem do this? without knowing, you were in a mind of your own, your thoughts taking control of you. you knew you couldn’t trust her. until she started giving proof on how marlon killer brody. marlon wouldn’t kill brody. she was one of our own.

once marlon admitted to it, you were stunned. not only was brody dead, you had been lied to, by a trusted friend. what if it was you in that situation? would he have even hesitated if it was you? you didn’t want to- BANG what? you look to the ground. marlon lay face first on the pavement, blood oozing out from his skull. “what? i aimed for the head?” aj spoke, you looked at clementine wide eyed. “what did you teach this kid?!” louis shouted as the rain got louder, it was harder to hear anyone. violet rushed clementine out of the courtyard and into the school. eventually you went back inside too. you were a firm believer of ‘its the parents fault’. clementine should’ve taught aj not to shoot people. living, breathing, people. aj was just a kid, he didn’t know any better.

the next day, you all held a funeral for marlon and brody, they both deserved that much. when clementine and aj arrived however, you scoffed. how dare she show her face here, after everything she did. you voted to kick her out, you felt bad throwing aj out, but it would feel safer without her there. not even a day later, she was back. though she brought an injured aj with her. you were in the courtyard when willy yelled to you, “get ruby!! we have an injury!!” you nodded, running inside to get the southern girl.

while she was taking care of aj, you stayed close by, keeping an eye on him. you obviously didn’t want him to die, and if ruby needed an extra pair of hands you’d be happy to help. “thank you..” clementine spoke, you twisted your head towards her. “don’t thank me. i’m only here to help aj, not you” you snapped, she didn’t seem to like that. “whats wrong with you? can’t you see that him being hurt hurts me too?” you groaned, you didn’t know how to respond. so you decided not to. louis had told you beforehand about lily, so you werent in the dark. when everyone decided that clementine was to stay and help defend ericsons, you weren’t the happiest

the next few weeks went by slowly. you and clementine did not get along, arguing everytime you two were put together. it got to a point that everyone decided it would be best if you two just didn’t work together. that was until one night. you were up late, keeping watch incase anyone came in the dead of night. clementine and aj had the next shift, though you doubted that aj would actually be awake at that time of night. “you can go now.” you turned around, clementine, she was early for her shift.

“you’re early.” you turned back towards the outside of the walls. she chuckled, “i guess i am” you didn’t respond. there was silence for a few seconds until, “why do you hate me so much?” she asked, you turned back around, her eyes seemed to be filled with sadness, though the rest of her face tried to act tough. you thought about how to respond, “i don’t exactly hate you, i just… don’t like the way you take care of aj” you sighed. “oh. why?” she didn’t try and defend herself, maybe she was open to criticism now? “you always end up getting him hurt, that might just be your luck too, i guess..” she smiled, “we can be safe here. where he doesn’t need to get hurt. that’s what i dream of” you looked at her, she obviously cared about him deeply, you had grown to care about him alot too.

this moment between the two of you, it was peaceful, calming. you enjoyed it? you actually enjoyed being by her side, strange. “why do you hate me?” you retaliated. she chuckled, “i don’t. i just don’t let people walk all over me” were you being that mean to her? “sorry. i wasn’t trying to walk all over you” she looked at you, “really?” she seemed shocked. “yeah.. really”

#fanfic #x reader #the walking dead #twd #twdg fanfic #twdg #clementine #twdg clementine #clementine x reader #twdg clementine x reader #clem x reader #clementine x you #clem x you #the walking dead game x reader #twdg x reader #twdg final season #twdg s4 #twdg s4 fanfic

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hellclipzzzzzzz · 1 year ago

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♡ neppy / hellclipzzzzzzz ♡

9teen

multifandom fic author

they/it

overgrown scene kid

strawpage

tag guide:

yapping - answering asks, talking, ect

hellwritez - fics i've written

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vexieeeee · 9 months ago

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The Walking Dead Game Masterlist

(f) - fluff, (a) - angst, (af) - angst + fluff, (s) - smut

Lee Everett:

Nothing yet...

Clementine:

Nothing yet...

Kenny:

Nothing yet...

Luke:

Nothing yet...

Nick:

Nothing yet...

Javier Garcia:

Nothing yet...

Louis:

Nothing yet...

Violet:

Nothing yet...

#the walking dead game x reader #lee everett x reader #clementine x reader #kenny x reader #luke x reader #nick x reader #javier garcia x reader #louis x reader #violet x reader

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walkeetalkee · 6 months ago

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short story abt being tortured by clem amen

this is extremely self-indulgent but you can imagine yourself in it if you so please

"Ouch."

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Searing pain shot up my body as I slowly regained consciousness. It was hard to assess my surroundings as my eyes adjusted to the light due to a prolonged amount of drowse, but everything soon came back to me all at once when I went to move. In an attempt to rub my throbbing head, it appeared my arms were wound tight to what looked like a school chair desk. I struggled against my restaurants as best I could in my condition, but to no avail. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a metal latch opening and then closing; craning my head up, my gaze locked onto a girl who looked about my age and a boy no older than ten.

A tense beat of silence passed before the girl walked up to me, a fierce scowl painted on her face. Spitting some blood out of my mouth, I matched her attitude, my expression wearing an unmistakable scowl. Glancing at the boy who walked in for a split second, it seemed he had pulled out a revolver in the short time I was staring down his guardian. His eyes never left me either as he began to play with the cylinder of his gun, clicking it out and then clicking in back again. Just then, I felt like a caged animal. Trapped.

“Who are you?” The girl barked, slamming her palm on the hardwood desk. “Why did you attack us?”

I tilted my head at that. Attack? I hardly knew these fucking people, and I only shot back because they shot first.

“Attack you? Please,” I scoffed, trying to hide the pain I was feeling behind an incredulous tone, “Your people shot first.”

She didn’t seem to believe that and opted to punch me directly in the stomach. I doubled over, sputtering out blood as I desperately attempted to get my lungs to work right again. It hurt to even sit up straight, but I wouldn’t be caught dead pleading for them to stop.

“Bullshit.” She hissed. I growled, lunging (or trying to) at them.

“It’s the truth. You think I got a habit of walking around looking like this?” I said in reference to my disheveled state. For a moment, her expression turned from one of anger to one of confusion and then concern. Not for me, I guessed. She put a hand on her hip and, after a moment, opened her mouth to speak,

“The people you say attacked you, what did they look like?” Her voice was noticeably softer this time, making a shiver crawl up my spine.

“White lady and white guy– the guy had different colored eyes, like me– and the lady she,” I got cut off by a terrible coughing fit, blood beginning to run down my nose in concerning amounts.

“...Fuck.” I murmured to myself.

I threw my head back against the cold wall of–whatever I was in– the cool bricks helping the mind-numbing headache I had die down. I was about to open my mouth to give a more in-depth description but quickly stopped when I felt the tape restraints on my wrist getting pulled off. Tilting my head down slightly (as it still hurt to move anything), I saw the girl with the tape in her hand.

“What–” I went to say, but she cut me off.

“That’s all I needed to hear,” She said, offering a hand to me. My legs felt like jello, and I would undoubtedly fall if I attempted to stand up. So, instead, I just rubbed my sore wrists.

“I can’t, just–just could you do me a favor?” I queried pitifully. If I could reach inside my pockets, I would, but my nervous system chastised me every time I moved more than an inch. She didn’t say no but raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to finish my sentence.

“Could you, uh, dig in my pockets and grab my lighter and smokes for me?” She still said nothing. After a few seconds, it started to become awkward. If my parents taught me one thing, though, it was always be respectable. Bashfully, I cast my eyes to the side, murmuring a hardly audible, “Please?”

Luckily, she heard me and swiftly pulled out the items from my jeans pocket, handing them to me. I gave her a quiet “thank you” and took a cigarette from the pack, capturing it in my lips. When it came to the lighter, I fumbled with it for a moment before accidentally dropping it on the table. It looked like my strength had also completely diminished, along with all of my basic motor functions. Shit.

I went to pick it back up, but a tan, scarred hand beat me to it. The girl clicked open the lighter and sparked the flame, bringing it to my lips and lighting the cigarette. We had to wait a second for the cig to light fully, and subconsciously, my eyes wandered to her. She looked surprisingly beautiful under the flickering orange flame of the lighter. And her eyes–her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of brown; her gaze stern yet alluring. In a way, it looked like she was staring directly at my lips–technically, she was, but you get my meaning. Who was this girl?

A wave of relief washed over me as I took one long drag of the smoke. I wanted to thank her for her generosity but opted not to in case the cigarette fell from my mouth. I did not want to have to ask for her assistance. So, instead, I gave her an appreciative nod, letting my eyes fall from her to the concrete floor.

She still hadn’t moved from in front of me, and neither had her kid, yet I could feel her gaze burning through the side of my head. I figured she was trying to make out what to do with me. Only when she went to leave did I realize we hadn't properly introduced ourselves. Capturing the smoke in my teeth, ensuring it wouldn’t fall out when I opened my mouth,

“...Say, I never caught your name,” I called out. She stopped in her tracks but didn’t turn to face me,

“Clementine.” She replied. “I’ll have Ruby come down and look at you.”

That was all she wrote as she began to walk back into the distance, leaving me, myself, and I to our designated solitude once more.

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myysweetpea · 25 days ago

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I need more fluff / platonic clementine x reader PLEASEEEE

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theyluvlyss · 2 years ago

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/ᐠ-˕-マ~ master list for...

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bitterreid · 2 days ago

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🍒 Cherry Red 🍒

Summary: The cars need work, but Eddie is… distracted. By you. And ice cream. --- (This is part two of my mechanic!Eddie series My Clementine, but can be read as a stand-alone!)

Word count: 4.6k (fluff/smut)

Contains: fem!reader x mechanic!Eddie, fingering, oral (f receiving), praise, Eddie is down bad (as he should be), even more incorrect car facts probably, woops, porn w plot

A/N: you guys requested a part two and I am a girl of the people!!! So here it is!!! PLEASE let me know what you think, because I was SO happy reading all the positive feedback on part one :)) and lmk if anyone would want a part 3!!!!! <3

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Eddie had been going mental.

It had been two days since he last saw you, and Eddie was sure no weekend in his entire life had ever lasted this long. He had laid about, tried not to melt during this ongoing heat wave Hawkins kept trying to drown him in, and mostly just thought of you. Non-stop. Whatever he tried, the image of your pretty face between his thighs kept popping up behind his eyelids every time he so much as blinked.

He was very much aware of how pathetic he was, truly, as he stared at his reflection in his tiny bathroom mirror. His big brown eyes peered back at themselves in the swipe he had cleared off the fogged up glass with his fingers. He touched his hair. Again. And Again, and again and a few hundred times over until he groaned in frustration and dragged his hands down his face. He had probably spent more time grooming himself this morning than he had in the rest of his life.

Unsatisfied with the end result (the heat and humidity made his curls extra puffy), Eddie dragged himself out of the bathroom and to his uncle's van.

"You ready, kid?" Wayne asked as Eddie finally hoisted himself into the passenger's seat.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Eddie mumbled, winding down the window to feel the soft summer breeze on his face. It was only 7:30 in the morning, which meant that the excruciating temperatures that were to come had not yet fully woken up. Instead, Eddie welcomed the mellow warmth on his face, closing his eyes to mentally prepare himself to face you again.

He had no idea how today would go. Friday had been his literal dream come true, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen had just - somehow - liked his awkward charm enough to give him the best present of his life, but how did he act now? Was it a one time thing? Would you suddenly ignore him now? Eddie felt a sinking feeling at the thought of it. He really liked you, he realised somewhat hesitantly. Because he knew very well that there was a huge difference between a heat-of-the-moment kind of fling and the soft, colourful-winged nerves he felt fluttering around inside his body. He just hoped you felt the same.

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Eddie spent the day on high alert. With every move he made, he was painstakingly aware you could be watching. You weren't, of course, so Eddie looked like a fool every time he turned around in his (definitely not practiced in front of a mirror or anything) movie-like manner, to an empty door frame, or worse, Wayne, who gave him increasingly weirded out looks.

He was starting to lose hope. Maybe it had meant nothing to you, maybe you had meant nothing by it, maybe you hadn't thought of him at all since that night, maybe you didn't like him, maybe he had done something wrong, maybe he-

"JESUS! Oh my god- oh you have to stop doing that!" Eddie blurted out, steadying himself on one of the cars.

You stood beside him, close enough so he could smell the sweet vanilla-like scent of your perfume. You were even more beautiful that he remembered, the ache in his chest told him without uncertainty. And you had a love for scaring the living shit out of him, apparently, as he gathered from the satisfied smile on your lips.

"Hi Eddie, good morning," you said, voice betraying no ill intentions.

"Good morning," was all Eddie managed, paired with a smile he hoped was not as awkward as it was in his mind. This was just typical. He had daydreamed about what to say to you all weekend, played out entire conversations in his head, and now he was reduced to a nervous mess in front of you.

"How are the cars behaving today?" you asked, stalking around the one he was working on, "This one is notorious, if I remember correctly."

"Yeah, yeah, this one's feisty," Eddie said while lightly smacking the side of the car like it was a horse, "she's a real piece of work."

"Hmm," you mused, sitting down on one of the stools in the garage, "she's pretty though."

"Yeah," Eddie wrung the oil and grease stained rag he wiped his hands on between his fingers, "real pretty." It was unclear to himself whether he was still talking about the car.

Wayne had gone out to fetch a part for one of the Mustangs in the town over, so it was just you and Eddie in the sweltering heat trapped inside the garage. Had you waited until Wayne left to be alone with him? The thought alone made his heart skip a beat.

"So, uh, how've you been?" was the only sentence his scrambled brain could produce on the spot, somehow.

You smiled at him as if you saw right through him, "Melting, mostly, what about you?"

"Yeah, same…" Eddie internally cursed himself for his total lack of social skills, "real uh, real warm." He could about die right now, yeah.

You snickered at him, luckily more in a (dare he say it?) affectionate way than a mean one, to Eddie's surprise and delight. "Right on, Munson," you said, "Hey, would it be okay if I just hung around here for a while? Just reading all alone in an empty house is just a tad sad, you know?" you asked while producing a book, seemingly out of thin air.

Eddie couldn't agree to your request fast enough, "Y-yeah! Sure, sure."

"Alright, don't mind me, don't want to distract you," your smile was sweet, comforting in a warm way that had nothing to do with the temperature.

But distract him, you surely did. Eddie was a mess in your presence, no one needed to spell that out for him, but just the mere fact that you were now sitting a mere few steps away from him messed up his brain to a fatal degree. He spilled oil, screwed bolts on the wrong way, tried to open a hood that was already open, and that was all in the first ten minutes. Meanwhile, you seemed completely unbothered.

But for Eddie, the unspoken events from a couple of days ago hung in between you, making the air he was trying to breathe thick and syrupy. He didn't know what to do with himself, somehow completely enamoured with the simple sight of you reading a book, but nervous to his core when he thought about starting a mere conversation.

He was pulled out of his spiraling thoughts by the sound of you snapping your book shut. You stretched your limbs, your top riding up to expose a sliver of your waist that Eddie was sure would come back to haunt him in his daydreams and nightmares alike. You looked up at him, and Eddie suddenly realised he had been frozen in place, bending over one of the motors, screwdriver in hand, frozen mid-air. He quickly straightened up, going for unbothered and casual. (he was neither)

"Hey so, would you like to go get ice cream later?"

Eddie felt like he had been hit over the head with a lottery ticket. You had just… asked him out. Why didn't that cross his mind? Why didn't he do that? "Yeah!" he blurted, quickly reigning himself back in, "Yeah, sounds nice."

"Great," you smiled at him while you got up from the chair, "I'll come back here around five, yeah?"

"Yeah, great, great," Eddie could hardly school the broad smile on his lips into something less euphoric, "See you then!"

"See ya."

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The hours crawled by achingly slow, making Eddie wonder multiple times whether the big grandfather clock was even still working. But then, finally, a quarter to five arrived. He wished he could take you out -was this a date? He still wasn't sure - in an outfit different from his dirty tank top and ripped jeans, but it would have to do. Besides, if he wasn't mistaken, you seemed to have a thing for it?

Anyway, at exactly 4:58, you appeared. You had changed into a flowy sundress, and wow. Eddie marvelled at how the colour brought out the depth in your eyes and complimented the glow of your skin tone perfectly. Simultaneously, he wondered when exactly he had become Shakespeare? He had never noticed these kinds of things before. But then again, it had never been you standing before him.

"Hey Mr. Munson," you greeted Wayne.

"Hey Sweetheart, what are you doing here, shouldn't you be out enjoying your summer?"

"Oh I am, Mr. Munson, promise," you smiled your infectious smile at him, "mind if I borrow your nephew for that tonight?"

Wayne's eyebrows shot up as he gave Eddie a surprised look over your shoulder. All Eddie could do was smile back sheepishly. It's not like he had wanted to keep it a secret per se, he just didn't want to put up with all the teasing.

"All yours," he motioned to Eddie, "And I've told you a million times, sweetheart, just call me Wayne."

He packed the last of his things into the truck while you made your way over to Eddie. Before he left, Wayne gave him a pointed look, the same one as when Eddie looked at the expensive cars a little too long. The same one that applied to everything else in this garage, now including you, be careful, boy.

But Eddie didn't have much time to heed his warning, as you were now standing right before him, and his nervous system once again crashed and burned inside his chest.

"So, which one?" you quipped.

"Hmm? Which what?" Eddie felt like you always had his brain working overtime.

"Which," you swung the door of the cabinet containing all of the car keys open, "one, Eddie?"

"No way."

"Yes way," your smile grew even wider, "I'm driving, of course, but it's you pick tonight."

Eddie thought he might spontaneously propose to you right then. Instead, he went on a rant about all the dream cars that were gathered in this room. "Maybe the Camaro! Or the Miata, the Aston Martin, the Carrera 6…" he was almost bouncing from excitement.

You laughed along with him, the affectionate tone seeping back into your voice, "Your pick!"

"Sweetheart, you're making it real hard on me," he half-whined, somewhat finding back his charm, "Any requests from your side?"

"Nope, all yours."

"You're too kind to me," he drawled, "but I bet you already know which one I'm going to pick, right?"

You grinned, taking a key from the cabinet and tossing it in the air, "Thunderbird, of course."

"Of course," he echoed, now it was his turn to sound fond.

"M'lady," he said as he opened the car door for you.

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Eddie shouldn't be surprised by your driving skills, logically, you had grown up with all sorts of classic cars around, obviously. But he still was. The genuine smile that took over your face as you shredded through the bends in the country roads made his heart do flips inside his chest. He was, once again, quite aware of how pathetic he was being, sitting there in one of the most beautiful cars he had ever seen, and only looking at your side profile.

When you got to the ice cream shop, it was extremely busy. Heatwave, and all. So you stood in line, and Eddie's nerves seemed to have sufficiently calmed down for him to behave like a semi-normal person again, so he ventured into starting a conversation.

"What flavour are you gonna get?"

You thought it over for a second, "Cherry."

"Cherry?" Eddie craned his neck to see past the cue, "they have that?"

"Yeah," you nodded, "they have all kinds of crazy flavours, way crazier than cherries, I once had strawberry cilantro sorbet here - that was a mistake," you giggle, thinking back.

"Cilantro??" Eddie exclaimed, "Sorry but anything green does not belong in ice cream."

"I agree, definitely, but I have this terrible habit of always picking the strangest flavour and then regretting it." you mused, getting closer to the end of the line. "Hey, they have clementine!"

"Clementine?" Eddie barely even knew what a clementine was, but before he could ask you whether that would even taste remotely good, you had already ordered a scoop of it. When it was Eddie's turn, he ordered cherry.

You walked away from the stall to an area with some benches under the shade of a large tree. Eddie watched as you took the first lick of your bright orange ice cream, and saw in real time as your face went sour.

"I think I did it again," you said after you had swallowed, "this is… this is a crime." The crinkle in your nose made Eddie's lopsided grin even wider.

"Trade?" he offered.

"Would you?" you said, eyes lighting up.

"Hmh," he nodded, "let me taste," you held out the cone and Eddie took a broad lick, trying not to think of any underlying implications and/or flashbacks, and indeed, it was terrible. The ice cream tasted like straight up chemicals, pure food colouring, paint, something like that, and Eddie had to try so hard to school his face into an agreeable expression. "I like it."

"You don't!" you exclaimed, "you can't!"

"I do, though" he sing-songed, plucking your cone out of your hands and replacing it with his.

"Did you order cherry just because you knew I'd like it?" you wondered, eyes slightly wide, slightly thrown.

"Maybe," Eddie mumbled before he took a big bite from his ice cream, "just enjoy the cherry for me, alright?"

"Alright," you said quietly, smiling into your ice cream, "thanks, Eddie."

Even the chlorine-like taste was worth getting to see you enjoy your bright red treat.

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After you had both finished your ice cream (Eddie was so glad it was over), you talked for hours. Afterwards, Eddie couldn't even begin to name the topics, but what remained was a warm, fuzzy feeling, and the fact that you were not only the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, but also the funniest. Oh and you were so smart, and kind! And Eddie could keep going, but you were currently throwing the keys to the Ford in his direction.

"Fancy a test drive, Munson?"

"No way! Can I?" Eddie's eyes went comically wide, excitement bubbling up in his chest.

"If you can sit through that ice cream, I think you deserve a ride," you smiled, broad and careless, and Eddie couldn't tell what he was more excited for, driving the car, or more time with you.

When he carefully let himself drop into the driver's seat, he marvelled at the beauty before him, "You're sure?" he had to check.

You just nodded, "Just, never, ever tell my dad. Ever."

Eddie swallowed, alright, no pressure.

But it was so worth it. Eddie was careful enough in handling the car, luckily, but still managed to rack up speeds that would make Hopper frown, even though he reserved them for the deserted backroads you had directed him to.

When he had finally had enough of driving (speeding) around with you giggling beside him and your hair swooshing around your face in the wind, it had already gotten dark. He parked the car at the side of the dirt road in the middle of nowhere you were currently on, somewhere between the corn fields.

"Look at the stars!" he exclaimed, as he marvelled at the sight above him. You tipped your head back as well and smiled.

"If you want to stargaze, we should sit in the back, there's more room there" you suggested. And it was an innocent enough suggestion, sure, but Eddie's voice surely thought otherwise when it almost broke at the word "Sure."

So, you climbed into the backseat together, Eddie's long legs still a bit cramped, but there really was more room, he had to admit. You settled into the backseat next to him, and Eddie was almost surprised by how easy it was to put his arm around you. The way you fit into his side made him question why he was so nervous at all, because it just felt right.

You sat there silently, cuddling up to each other in the faint moon light. It was quiet, serene, almost. Until you shrieked. And jumped. Or, well, as much as you can jump in a car, at least.

"What! What's wrong?!" Eddie exclaimed.

You were frantically swatting around you, "Grasshopper!!!" was the only thing you shrieked, and Eddie would have burst out laughing if you hadn't yelled it so loudly. Still he huffed a little laugh, but wasted no time in helping you catch the thing. Eddie eventually succeeded in capturing it in his hands and throwing it into the fields, bringing peace back to the car.

"It was, it was just really big," you managed, out of breath from the swatting. But once your wide eyes met Eddie's, you both burst out laughing.

"He was pretty big, I'll admit," Eddie eventually managed, "But you were really brave, sweetheart."

You shoved his shoulder, wanting to wipe the teasing grin clean off his face, but you accidentally lost your balance, falling into Eddie's chest. He caught you, and suddenly all giggly, lighthearted giddiness evaporated. Your face was so close to his that he could practically feel the burning of your cheeks reflected on his.

He was almost lying down already, but with one smooth movement from you, he was now flat on his back, with you on top of him. Your hair softly swayed in the wind as you looked down on him, your smile hovering somewhere between playful and sincere, and Eddie thought that he should take a moment to imprint this sight into his brain forever. Your beautiful face, the stars above you, the soft sounds of crickets in the grass around you, and the bone-deep silence beyond that.

He smiled up at you, embarrassingly aware of how sappy he was being inside his head, and cupped your cheek with his large, warm hand. You instinctively leaned into his touch, which made his heart flutter, as he slowly caressed your cheek with his thumb.

After what felt like hours of staring into your eyes, the wind whistling softly through the fields, you draped yourself on top of him and buried your face in his neck, where you - ever so lightly - started planting kisses. Eddie's eyes immediately fluttered closed, not used to the soft, intimate touch, but reveling in it.

Your kisses slowly grew more heated, your teeth scraping over his pulse point had Eddie writhing beneath you, not being able hold back a whiny moan when you followed the soft sting with careful laps of your tongue. His hands found your waist, softly caressing your curves through the fabric. Just the shape of you, the dip in the small of your back made him go crazy. His hands roamed your body, not quite daring to dip below your waist just yet, but his inhibitions were slowly melting away with the way your mouth attacked his skin.

By now, you were planting open-mouthed kisses on his collarbones, and Eddie had never wanted to bottle a feeling as much as the feeling of your body pressed to his and your mouth on his neck.

When your hand slowly slid between your bodies and you reached for his belt buckle, he stopped you, though. Eddie was a gentleman, of course, and he had been daydreaming about this moment all weekend.

You halted your gentle attack when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, insecurity flashing in your eyes for just a second before Eddie smiled and said "Not this time, sweetheart, it's time to let me take care of you tonight."

Your eyes went a little wider at his words, and then a lot wider as he grabbed your waist and flipped you over, him now hovering above your frame. The gasp you let out was followed by your giggles, which only encouraged Eddie's antics. He smiled wolfishly down at you, at your delicate features framed by the moonlight, the smooth expanse of your neck and collarbones until his view was obstructed by your dress. He had been dreaming of kissing the soft skin behind your ear since he met you, he could finally admit now, and when he did, the feeling was unmatched.

The soft mewls he pulled out of you with each peck and precise lick fueled him on even more, kissing a stripe down your chest to where the swell of your breast disappeared into your dress. He didn't particularly think it would be a good idea to strip you completely naked somewhere in a random field, but god, how he wanted to. Instead, he would have to settle for his next plan.

After making sure he left no part of your neck untouched, unkissed, his large hands curled around your waist again to slide you further up on the seats. He positioned himself in between your legs, smoothing his large hands up and down the expanse of what was already revealed of your thighs. He could hardly think straight anymore already, he vaguely thought, so lost in the sight of you, even while still fully clothed.

He looked up at your face, your eyes were heavy with need, tracking his every move, while your bottom lip was tucked between your teeth. You were a vision.

"'This alright?" Eddie asked, an almost breathless quality to his voice.

"Yeah," you said, softly, a smile playing on your lips.

At your confirmation, Eddie wasted no time in bunching your dress up at your hips, revealing your light blue panties, complete with a little bow. He groaned as soon as he saw the little wet patch that had formed on the soft cotton, growing hungry in a way that was new to him. But he wanted to draw this moment out for as long as you would let him.

He started by kissing each of your knees, working his way down your thighs kiss by kiss. The skin there was just so soft, Eddie thought he could drown in it. The plush flesh felt divine underneath his fingertips as he softly squeezed your hips, getting closer and closer to your centre.

You were growing impatient under him, your body writhing and wiggling in his grip. He smiled against your soft skin, "Needy, are we?" he remarked, as if he had any resolve left in him.

At the simple "Please, Eddie, need you," that left your lips, he was a goner. He capitulated instantly, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties and pulling them down your legs. His eyes were fixed on your pussy, the way your slick glistened in the pale moonlight seemed to him the single most alluring thing he had ever seen.

He carefully leaned down, as in trance, and swiped his calloused fingertips through your folds, gathering your wetness. You moaned instantly at the relief it brought, making Eddie even more crazed to taste you.

"All this for me, sweetheart?" his voice was thick with anticipation.

"All for you, Eddie," you cooed, arching your back for him.

That was what did him in, what made the very last of his resolve crumble. He dove in, licking a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit. The way you arched into him and moaned his name upon the contact made him dizzy. So he kept going, licking deliberate strokes up your soaked pussy, while you mewled above him. He had a steady grip on your waist, holding you to his mouth as he experimentally wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked.

The pornographic moan you let out went straight to Eddie's rock hard dick, making him moan against your core. He didn't have a lot of experience, but he sure made up for it in enthusiasm, plus, he liked to think of himself as a quick learner. That's why, when your hands found their way into his hair, he let you softly pull his hair to guide him to all the right spots. He followed your directions carefully, devoting extra attention to your most sensitive spots, all while you ground your hips onto his face.

Eddie had never been this happy in his entire life, he thought. The way you tasted, the way you sounded, the fact that it was his name tumbling from your lips amidst your moans and curse words, he must have gone to heaven.

When he broke away for just a second, your eyes were heavy lidded, your chest rising and falling rapidly, and your lips were bitten raw. Eddie had never seen anything more beautiful.

"Sweetheart, do you want my fingers?"

You smiled coyly, almost bashfully, as you nodded, "Yeah, please?"

And who was he to deny you anything? He gathered some of your wetness first, circling your clit just a couple of times, reveling in the soft "oh" sounds you made with every pass of his fingers, before he carefully pushed his middle finger into you. He studied your face intently, but he only found pleasure there, in the way your eyes screwed shut, your lips slowly parted, and the way you clawed at the expensive leather of the seats.

Eddie couldn't care any less about the seats right now, though, being entirely mesmerized by the way you were taking him.

"More?" he offered.

All you could do in your blissed out state was nod.

So Eddie added a second finger, steadily pumping in and out of you, watching your body react as if it was pure magic. The whiny sounds you started to make tipped Eddie off about how close you were getting. He quickly added his mouth back into the mix, going back to licking and sucking on your clit as his fingers still worked your entrance.

The sounds you were making were divine, and also the backdrop to all of Eddie's future fantasies, he was sure. So he kept going, spurred on by every breathy "Edddie, Eddie, Eddie," that left your lips.

Your hands found his hair again, raking through his curls and softly pulling on them. "Eddie, baby, I'm so close, ah-" your thighs were trembling by now, a sight that made pride bloom in Eddie's chest.

"Yeah? Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart? Gonna come all over my fingers for me?"

And that was all you needed. With a last high-pitched moan and a dozen more chants of his name, your back arched into him as your orgasm crashed over you. Eddie felt your pussy squeeze his fingers even tighter as he worked you through your orgasm, completely in awe with the stunning sight playing out before him.

When you came down from your high, cheeks glowing and smile cherry red and satisfied, Eddie felt a surge of affection blooming in his chest that had been just as strong as his lust.

"Was that good, sweetheart?" he asked, partly to mirror your earlier question, partly because he still needed some validation.

You leaned forward, raking your fingers through his wild hair once more as you planted a careful kiss on his forehead, "Eddie, that was the best orgasm of my life," you giggled, dropping your head on his shoulder. Soon, you were joined by Eddie's matching giggles, which he just couldn't hold back at your compliment. He was glad your face was buried in his neck again, because his cheeks were burning so hard, he was sure not even the night air would be able to hide his deep cherry blush.

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honeyedclementine · 7 months ago

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be more careful

sevika x f!reader, fluff, pre-s1, wound tending, assassin!reader, getting together (one shot, 2.1k words) ageless blogs, minors, and men dni

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content warnings: violence, blood

when silco needed someone taken care of, there were two options he had. sevika or you. sevika was all brawn, there to knock teeth out and leave a bloody heap of anyone who dared to cross silco. this approach had its benefits—fear mongering, for one, a show of force, for another. you however, were sent when silco needed something done quickly and quietly. you lingered in the shadows of his enemies, daggers pressed close to your skin, waiting for the right moment to strike.

so rarely does anything go wrong with you—you're one of the best in the business for a reason. most of silco's enemies and other players in the lanes don't even know you exist. you're good at what you do and you take pride in it.

it's late and you're on another mission—one that should be quick, you'll be back at the last drop before sunrise to report to the boss that you've done exactly what he asked. you linger in an alleyway, having trailed your target for blocks. you keep your footfalls light, the dust barely even shifting as you leap from shadow to shadow.

your first target gets a little too close to the mouth of the alleyway and you grin. a hand is quick to cover his mouth, muffling his gasp as you drag him into your shadow, dagger finding his throat swiftly. you know just where to cut so he can't scream—he can't do much of anything but lie there and choke on his own blood. you watch for a moment, mesmerized, before delivering the final blow and silencing him all together. someone from silco's crew will be by to clean him up, but for now, you turn your attention to your other target—his companion.

your hands go in your pockets, dagger alongside it as you pull your hood up over your head, trailing him through the lanes. he hasn't even noticed the death of his guard—a fool, you think to yourself.

he turns a corner and you strike, an arm around his neck dragging him backwards. lithe as you were, strength was still something you honed within yourself. years of fighting built up skill and force within you. you go to drive your dagger into his chest, but he grabs your wrist, fighting back. you bring your knee up against the small of his back, causing him to grown as your hold on him tightens.

your dagger gets close to his eye, about to drive it in, when he pulls something out of his sleeve, twisting his arm. your knife pierces his eye just as his sinks into your gut. you gasp, twisting your knife and watching him fall still. staggering, you yank your dagger out as he falls to the ground, one hand clutching the knife still sticking out of your gut. it's been a long time since you've been injured in the field and it never fails to shock you to your core every time.

with one hand clutching your injury, you wipe the blood from your own weapon onto your sleeve, tucking it back into place and heading towards the last drop to stitch yourself up. you just hope distantly that thieram replaced the strong whiskey you like for times like these.

it's a short walk, but it feels longer with the blood seeping slowly through your shirt, staining the dark fabric and spilling around your fingertips. the last drop will be closed at this hour, but you've taken care of yourself more times than you can count. it comes with the job.

the last thing you expect is to see sevika sitting at the bar, an empty glass of what you already know is her favorite whiskey. the ice hasn't even melted yet. she turns her head as you enter, a cigarillo hanging from her lips. the smell of the smoke is familiar to you, practically synonymous with the image of the woman you have in your head.

you and sevika weren't necessarily friends, but you weren't enemies either. she respected your job and you respected hers. however, she was never much for conversation and neither were you. even so, you were always a little fascinated with her. where you were lithe, hidden muscles, she wore her strength on her sleeve. her scars were all in plain view—whether it be the hextech blue lines on her cheek or the metal arm she adorned, any glance at her would tell someone she had been through some shit. you kind of envied her ability to be intimidating right off the bat. people weren't usually scared of you until it was too late for them.

"shit, what happened to you?" she asks, eyebrows raising slightly as she pulls the cigarillo from her lips and drops it into the ashtray beside her.

"got stabbed," you shrug, wincing at the flare of pain that shoots through your stomach as you push behind the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey along with the small med kit that's kept there.

"are you seriously going to stitch that up yourself?" she asks, sounding almost impressed.

"unless you're offering," a sigh falls past your lips, desperately biting back a whimper as you pull your hand away from the wound.

surprisingly, sevika rises to her feet. "come on."

she reaches across the bar, grabbing the medkit from your hands and nodding over to one of the booths in the back of the bar. you groan, not knowing if this is something you want to deal with right now. you don't need a helping hand, you just need to stitch yourself up and get the fuck to bed. the loss of blood is making you tired. even so, fighting with sevika is never worth it. so, you grab the bottle of whiskey and follow her.

it isn't until she has her flesh hand against your stomach and her mechanical hand gripping the hilt of the knife that you realize she's never touched you before. the thought hits you with a spark of curiosity, quickly subsided by her pulling the weapon out with no warning.

"gods, fuck," you curse, eyes scrunching closed as she lifts your shirt up your stomach, moving one of your hands to keep the fabric held. her metal hand is cold against your own.

she just looks at you, nodding to the whiskey. you sigh and take a swig, letting it burn your throat for a moment before she takes the bottle from your hand, pouring some of the alcohol over the wound and the needle.

"ugh, don't waste the good stuff, thieram will kill me," you groan, struggling to keep your wits about you. for some reason, you never considered the fact that sevika might be warm. maybe it was the metal hand that led you to believe otherwise, but her hand splayed against your stomach—large enough that it covers much more of your flesh than you thought, you note with a slight flush you'll blame on the blood loss—is irrevocably warm. maybe you're just starting to lose it, the slow caress of death weaning all logic and reason from your brain, but when you look up at sevika, backlit by the dim lights of the last drop, you think she's beautiful.

"stop staring at me, i'm trying to focus," sevika grumbles. the slight shade of embarrassment in her voice is enough to distract you from her sticking the needle into your wounded flesh. you clench up, a hand reaching for her wrist as if to stop her. her metal hand comes to your shoulder, gentler than you thought it would be, pushing you back down so she can work. "it's okay. gods, i can't believe you were going to do this yourself. you're being such a baby."

you scoff, "i'd like to see what you look like getting stitched up. my hands are much more nimble, i barely feel it when i do it."

"i'm sure," is all she says in response. despite your pain, you can't help but watch the gentle way she sews your torn flesh back together. the wound itself isn't too large, just deep. the jury is still out on whether or not he hit anything vital or caused any internal bleeding, but that'll be a surprise for later. the fact that you were on your feet long enough to get home tells you that it's probably fine.

when she's done stitching you up, she ties a not and cuts the thread of sutures with her teeth, something you watch with wide eyes. you've never looked at sevika with anything akin to attraction before—well, of course, you noticed she was attractive, it was hard not to—but it's never felt like this. maybe you're delirious, or maybe you're still feeling the adrenaline of the mission, but something feels different. it doesn't help that this is the first time the two of you were properly alone together. maybe that was all it took.

she watches you watch her for a moment, the tension in the room palpable. "be more careful next time. that could've been a lot worse."

you expect her to get up and leave, but instead, she starts cleaning up the blood surrounding the wound. for some reason, you assumed her mechanical arm didn't have the propensity for kindness. after all, the only time you had seen her use it was when she was beating the shit out of someone. yet, here she is, wiping up your blood with a soft caress, careful to avoid the fresh sutures to avoid causing you any more pain than you're already in.

"thanks," you finally find the word, feeling utterly breathless as you watch her. you sit up slightly, feeling the way your stomach groans at the movement. you let your hand holding your shirt drop, but sevika's flesh hand remains beneath it, resting against your flesh. your heartbeat picks up and this time, you're not sure you can blame it on the adrenaline of a fight long ended. "you didn't have to do that."

"i was here," she says, something stilted in her tone. her eyes dart to your lips and you wonder if she's having the same ideas you're having—the quiet surprise of seeing someone in a new light. her hand doesn't move from your skin and you hope it never does. "and i didn't feel like watching you try and do it yourself."

"never knew you to be so charitable," you huff, moving a little bit closer to her. your thigh brushes against hers, the barest touch sending electricity to every nerve in your body. a shiver runs down your spine as her hand moves, crawling slowly beneath your shirt and resting around your waist, tugging you slightly closer. you can feel her warmth—her warmth against you, breath fanning slightly against your chin as you look up at her. "i can blame this on the blood loss, what's your excuse?"

you tilt your head and she offers a small smile—not mocking, like they usually are coming from her, just a small tug of the corner of her lips, almost a smirk but not quite. "you just looked to sad and pathetic, i thought—"

"yeah, yeah, excuses," you roll your eyes, pressing forward slightly and capturing her lips in a kiss. part of you expects her to push you away, to write off the moment of fierce chemistry as nothing, but she kisses you back.

the kiss starts off gentle, but soon grows into something more desperate, fierce in its nature. her hand grips your waist, careful to avoid your wound, tugging you closer until you just cave and settle onto her lap. your hand cups her face, tracing the scars on her cheek as you gasp, her tongue using the opportunity to slip past the seam of your lips, exploring the inside of your mouth.

desire pools deep in your stomach, hips grinding softly against hers. after a moment, though, pain flares through your wound and you yelp, pulling away from sevika and burying your head against her shoulder, a shaky breath falling from your lips. funny, you had almost forgotten about that.

sevika's hand rubs against the small of your back, so gentle you almost don't know what to do with it. her metal fingers run through your hair as she turns, whispering in your ear, "why don't we raincheck this until you're a bit more sturdy?"

you let out a weak chuckle, the exhaustion of the fight and the injury finally starting to catch up to you. "promise?"

she chuckles, "yeah, promise."

with that, she helps you up to the spare room above the last drop. you bite your tongue when you think about asking her to join, but you can see in her eyes that she will eventually. after all, a promise is a promise.

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