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stephstars08 · 4 months

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Falling Apart

Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Mention of Drugs being taken, Drugs, Mention of Drinking Alcohol, Divorce, Depressed Elvis, Yelling/Fighting, Elvis having a meltdown on stage, Colonel trying to manipulate Reader, Mention of Elvis collapsing, Fluff at the end, and Maybe some Grammar Errors. (Sorry if I forgot any!!!)

Summary: Due the Colonel making Elvis take a bunch of drugs to keep him energized to perform, it’s making Elvis completely fall apart. It get’s even worse when Pricilla packs all of her stuff up and leaves Elvis taking their daughter with her. After Elvis’s dad’s assistant Y/N hears the news she does everything she can to help Elvis pull himself back together.

Word Count: 2,162

Author’s Note: FINALLY MY FIRST ELVIS MOVIE STORY IS HERE! I’ve been waiting for basically a year to finally get a plot for a story for one of my favorite movies of all time! This isn’t just my first Austin/Elvis story but this is also my first story of the new year so I hope you all enjoy! If any of you want to you can read this as Elvis x Reader or Austin!Elvis x Reader! It’s up to you!!

Y/N Y/L/N is the assistant to Vernon Presley who is of course the father of the one and only Elvis Presley. Vernon is in charge of Presley Enterprises. Vernon hired Y/N to be his assistant when Elvis came home from the army. Due to all of the films Elvis was staring in at the time it was getting too hard for Vernon to take care of everything by himself so that’s why he hired Y/N.

When Y/N got the job, she wasn’t expecting to be around Elvis so much. Of course, Y/N isn’t complaining since Elvis has brought her in with open arms and so did his wife Priscilla. Elvis has thanked Y/N so much for helping his father out.

Y/N would be lying if she said that she has never had a crush on the heartthrob. When Elvis first started out Y/N immediately grew a crush on him, but that crush did fade away after she graduated from high school and when Elvis went overseas to be in the army. But as time went on that crush returned and the more, she was around Elvis, the more the crush grew. Y/N wished she didn’t feel that way about Elvis since he’s married to Priscilla, and she is really good friends with Priscilla as well. But those thoughts just flood her mind whenever she is with him.

Y/N loved everything about her job except having to work with the Colonel who is the manager of Elvis. Ever since the first day she met the Colonel she knew he wasn’t very fond of her. She hated being around him since she always feels uncomfortable around him, and she always gets bad vibes from him.

But Y/N didn’t see the Colonel’s dark side till Elvis started to play a residency in Las Vegas.

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Y/N was at her apartment getting ready to meet Vernon at a business meeting. Right before she walked out the door, she heard her phone ring. When she answered the phone, she heard Vernon’s voice.

“Hi, I was just about to walk out the door to meet you.” Y/N said into the phone. “Priscilla left Elvis this morning.” She heard Vernon tell her which made her heart drop. “Oh my gosh.” Y/N said in a shocked tone. Even though she’s shocked by the news she knew the reason why Priscilla left. “She moved all of her stuff out and she took Lisa with her.” She heard Vernon tell her. She could hear the sadness in his voice. “How is Elvis?” Y/N asked in the phone. That was the only question that was coming to her mind. “He’s a complete mess.” She heard him tell her which broke her heart.

“Can you go to Graceland and just stay there with him till I come back from the meeting?” Vernon asked her. “I just really don’t want him to be alone right now.” He added. “Of course, I can.” Y/N answered into the phone.

“Thank you so much dear.” She heard him say. “I’ll talk to you soon.” He added which made her smile a little. “You’re welcome. I’ll talk to you soon.” She told him through the phone. After they said their goodbyes Y/N hung up the phone.

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Y/N parked her car in front of the big Graceland mansion. She turned the car off and grabbed her purse from the passenger seat. She got out of the car closing the driver's seat door. As Y/N made her way to the front door she wrapped the strap of her purse around her shoulder.

When she got to the door, she rang the doorbell and waited but no one answered so she rang the doorbell again but still no answer. Y/N put her hand on the doorknob and twisted it which made the door open. Y/N walked inside the mansion. “Elvis!” Y/N called out as she closed the door. She looked around and noticed that things that belonged to Priscilla were gone. Y/N let out a sigh she she walked into the dining room and put her keys and purse down onto the table.

“Elvis!” Y/N called out again as she walked over to the bottom of the staircase and again, she got no response. She knew Elvis had to be home because where else would he go. Y/N walked up the staircase and right when she got to the top, she heard whimpering. Y/N walked down the hallway and stopped in front of the door to what was the bedroom Elvis once shared with Priscilla. That was where the whimpering was coming from. She was going to knock on the door, but something was telling her to just walk in.

When she opened the door, she saw a bunch of medicine bottles on the floor. Y/N walked in and at first, she didn’t see Elvis till she walked past the king-sized bed. Elvis was sitting on the floor crying into his knees that were hiding his face. It broke Y/N’s heart seeing Elvis in this kind of state. “Elvis.” Y/N said in a soft voice. Elvis looked up at her with his eyes filled with tears and his cheeks soaked with tears running down them. “What are you doing?” Elvis asked her. She could hear how broken he was in his voice. “Your father wanted me to be here with you till he comes back from his business meeting.” Y/N told him. Elvis didn’t say anything back. He just looked away from her.

Y/N sat down next to him. “I’m so sorry about what happened.” Y/N told him with sincere in her voice. “Why are you saying sorry to me?” Elvis asked still not looking at her. “What do you mean?” Y/N asked him. “I’m the reason why she left. She said I’m like a zombie.” Elvis told her as tears continued to stream down his face like a waterfall. “Those pills are what turn you like that.” Y/N told him which made him finally look back at her.

She can’t just keep jumping around it anymore. When he’s on those pills it’s like he’s a completely different person. Those pills are making him fall apart.

“The pills. They just keep controlling me. It’s like they have taken over me.” Elvis told her as he started to cry harder if that was even possible. “I know.” Y/N started. “That’s why I’m here. I’m going to help you get through this.” Y/N told him looking him straight into his eyes. Elvis believed her as he stared back into her eyes. “Okay.” Elvis said in a soft voice.

“I’m going to go downstairs into the kitchen to get you some water.” Y/N told him but before she could stand up, he grabbed her hand. “Please, don’t leave me. Please stay with me.” Elvis said to her in a pleading tone. “Okay! Okay, I’ll stay here with you.” Y/N told him in reassurance. Y/N wrapped her arm around him and rubbed her hand up and down his arm as he cried.

They stayed like that till Vernon came home.

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As a lot of time pasted Y/N kept her promise to Elvis. She’s been looking after him as much as she could. Even though Y/N has been doing her best to take care of Elvis, he’s still not the man he once was.

The only time Elvis looks happy is when he is on stage in front of his fans. The only people that knew what he was going through were the people he sees every day.

Elvis was playing another show in Vegas. Y/N watching him perform from the side of the stage with Jerry by her side. “You’ve been very quiet this evening.” Jerry said to her which earned him a glare from her. “You know damn well why I’ve been quiet.” Y/N told him in a stern tone. “The Colonel came before I could call you and right away, he made Dr. Nick shoot him up with drugs.” Jerry explained to her. “I’m not mad at you, okay!” Y/N told him with a heavy sigh. “He should be in a hospital bed but instead that monster decided to make the decision to shoot him up with the same drugs that is what made him collapse in the first place.” Y/N said with anger in her tone.

Jerry saw the tears forming in her eyes, so he brought her in for a hug. He knows about the feelings she has for Elvis, so he knows it’s hard seeing him like this. As Y/N returned the hug she tried her best to keep her tears in.

They released from the hug when they heard Elvis singing to Suspicious Minds with no music. Y/N could sense right away that something was wrong, and it was just going to get worse. As Elvis went on a rant about how this was going to be his last show in Vegas the Colonel immediately made his way up to the stage.

“Pull the curtain down!” Colonel told someone in a demanding tone which made Y/N and Jerry look at him. “What is going on here.” Colonel asked Jerry in a stern tone. Jerry took a glance at Elvis and then back at the Colonel. “I think he wants to know that, too.” Jerry told him.

When Elvis saw the Colonel started to act even more out of character. Elvis was having a melt down and it was starting to scare Y/N a little since she’s never seen him act like this. As the curtain started to fall Elvis started to yell at the Colonel. When Elvis said, “You’re Fired!” to the Colonel Y/N felt her heart rate speed up.

As the Colonel walked closer to him, he just kept saying “you’re fired” louder and louder each time. “YOU’RE FIRED!” Elvis screamed into his microphone which made everyone, and everything go silent. Everyone looked at Elvis with shock as the Colonel looked at him with sadness. “You’re fired.” Elvis said more calm and not into the microphone.

When he dropped his microphone, it made Y/N jump by the loud noise the mic made when it hit the stage. She watched him turn away from the Colonel and walk off the stage.

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Y/N decided to wait an hour before going up to Elvis’s room to check on him. Y/N was walking down the hallway to the elevator when she felt someone grab her left wrist. Y/N turned around to see that it was the Colonel who grabbed her wrist.

“Let me go.” Y/N told him in a demanding tone. “You go up there and tell him to take me back.” Colonel told her in the same tone she used. He knew she was going upstairs to talk to Elvis. Y/N let out a scoff as she pulled her wrist out of his grip. “You are the reason why he’s falling apart!” Y/N told him. “You’re the reason why he’s hooked on all of those drugs and you’re the reason why Pricilla and Lisa left him!” Y/N added as she looks at him with a fiery look in her eyes.

“Do it or you’re fired!” Colonel told her in a warning tone. “You’re not the boss of me and you never were.” Y/N said not back down to him. “You stay the hell away from him!” Y/N told him in a warning voice and walked away from him.

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When Y/N got to Elvis’s room before she could knock on the door it opened to reveal Elvis. “When I heard footsteps, I figured that it was you coming to check on me.” Elvis told her letting her inside. Y/N could tell that he was more calmed down then what he was just an hour ago. “I was going to come up here right away, but I decided to let you cool off.” Y/N told him while he closed the door.

“I’m sorry that you had to see me like that. I guess I just lost control.” Elvis told her turning around to face her but didn’t look at her. “Elvis, you have nothing to be sorry about.” Y/N told him. She put one of her hands onto one of his cheeks which made his eyes meet hers. “It was the drugs and that shot of alcohol didn’t help either but that’s what made you lose it.” Y/N reassured him.

“But what you did right was you set yourself free from that monster.” Y/N told him stroking his cheek lightly with her thumb. “I didn’t want him taking you away from me, too.” Elvis told her.

Before she could say anything, Elvis’s lips connected with hers. Y/N immediately returned the kiss. They continued to kiss until they had to pull away for air.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.” Elvis confessed to her. Y/N’s lips curved up into a smile. “Me too.” Y/N told him and leaned back up to reconnect her lips with his soft lips again.

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munson-blurbs · 1 year

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When Man Plans, God Laughs (Eddie Munson x Single Mom!Reader)

Summary: You're a single mom of two who recently moved back to your hometown of Hawkins, Indiana, after a nasty divorce. When your friends take you out for the night, you run into your high school crush: Eddie Munson. But are either of you satisfied with just a one-night stand?

This will be a multi-part series! Let me know what you think!

Warnings: single motherhood, divorce, smut (18+ only minors DNI), oral sex (m receiving), fingering (f receiving)

WC: 2.7k

Part One

You know the saying, "When man plans, God laughs"? That was the theme of your life.

Getting pregnant two months before your college graduation? Not part of your plan.

Marrying your boyfriend of only a year while wearing a maternity wedding dress? Not part of your plan

Balancing a new career and motherhood? Not part of your plan.

Getting pregnant again because your then-husband insisted that your daughter needed to grow up with a sibling? Not part of your plan.

And moving back in with your parents in Hawkins, Indiana after your alleged soulmate up and left you for a perky 19-year-old? Definitely not part of your plan.

You hate asking for help; it was a struggle for your mom to convince you to come home. But after having the water shut off in your apartment, you'd caved, packed up your stuff, and drove back to the tiny town.

The doorbell rings; it's probably Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley, picking you up to go to the Hideout. The dingy bar had been a staple of yours during high school due to their inclination to serve alcohol to minors. You'd initially turned down their offer for a night out, so they'd pushed you away and told your parents that they were going to abduct you and force you to have fun.

Before you can open the door, your daughter's fingers twist around the knob and yank it open.

"Gracie!" you scold. "Baby, you can't just open the door for strangers."

Grace rolls her eyes, a habit she's already picked up from you at just five years old. "I saw Aunt Robin and Uncle Steve from the window. They're not strangers!"

You exhale slowly, smoothing down the skirt that fell a few inches above your knees. You haven't dressed like this since, well, the night Grace was conceived.

Matthew is, as always, trailing behind his big sister. His blue eyes widen when he sees who's at the door. "Uncle Steeeeb! Aunt Wobin!" he shrieks. Robin scoops him up in her arms, squeezing him into a hug. You and her had been close in high school, and you'd picked right back up where you'd left off when you moved back a few months ago. The only major surprise was that she had befriended Steve Harrington, but he was starting to grow on you, too.

"Are you playing with us tonight?" Grace asks them, nearly pleading.

Steve shakes his head with a laugh. "Sorry, kiddo. We're takin' Mommy out for a night on the town." He squints at your daughter's frown. "Next time, okay? I'll even play Barbies with ya."

This seems to appease her until she processes that you won't be playing with her, either. "Mommy, don't go!" she whines, throwing her little arms around her waist. Matthew mimics her, tightly hugging your thigh.

You're so close to giving in, ready to change into cozy pajamas and watch Elmo for the umpteenth time, but your mom swoops in and untangles your babies from your body.

"Mommy will be home when you wake up," she tells them gently. "Speaking of which, it's almost bedtime! Who's gonna get in their jammies the fastest?" She gives you a wink and whispers, "Have fun, but not too much fun. As much as I love these guys, I can't handle another one right now."

Your cheeks redden as your friends pull you out the door. Having another kid is the last thing on your mind.

You wrinkle your nose as you enter the bar. It reeks of sweat, cheap beer, and stale weed. "Why are we here, again? We can drink legally now. Go to any bar you want." The soles of your heeled shoes stick to the floor.

"Our friend's band plays here," Steve shrugs. "D'you remember Eddie Munson, from high school? Long, frizzy hair; ran Hellfire Club; loved to give a rousing cafeteria speech?"

You think back to the days when you roamed the halls of Hawkins High, desperate to leave it behind for college in a big city. You hadn't had many classes with Eddie, considering you took honors courses, but you vaguely remember seeing him during PE and lunch. "I think so," you reply finally.

"It's his band--Corroded Coffin," Steve explains, taking a sip of a lukewarm beer. "They used to just play on Tuesdays, but now they do Fridays, too."

"Hey, Y/N," Robin pipes up, snickering. "Remember when you had a crush on him?"

"W-what?" you sputter, making Robin laugh harder.

"Yeah," she says between giggles, "our freshman year, his junior year. You were taking some music class with him and were in love for, like, a month."

"I forgot about that!" You played the piano and Eddie played the guitar--still does, apparently. When you two had been paired up for a project in your music composition class, you were immediately enamored by his passion for songwriting. The obsession had swiftly faded when he didn't turn in his part of the project, claiming he was too busy with real music for his real career, and earning you both a C. Still, you never stopped thinking he was incredibly attractive, even if he was a total slacker.

Steve exchanges a knowing glance with Robin. You're about to question what it means, but your chance is cut off when Corroded Coffin takes the stage. Eddie is front and center, instantly catching your eye. His hair is wild, curls everywhere. His ripped jeans cling to his legs, and a denim vest frames his torso. He's not wearing a shirt underneath, allowing his myriad tattoos to be visible. You feel a flutter in your lower belly that you haven't allowed yourself to feel in ages.

No, you tell yourself, you're a mom now. Moms don't hook up with their high school crushes while they're struggling to get their life together.

You try and focus on the music, all-too aware of the thoughts echoing in your mind.

Robin and Steve head backstage after the show, bringing you with them.

"It's getting late!" you protest, but they ignore you and insist that it'll be a good time. You roll your eyes but oblige.

"Buckley! Harrington!" Eddie calls out, pulling them in for sweaty hugs. "You made it!" He opens a black tin box and pulls out a joint, lighting it up and taking a hit. You can't help but notice an assortment of bottles and containers inside as well.

"We did," Steve agrees with a laugh. "And we brought a friend. This is Y/N." He nudges you forward. Eddie's eyes take you in hungrily, eyes conspicuously scanning your body.

"We, um, worked on that music comp project together," you manage, purposely omitting his lack of participation.

He snaps his fingers, bouncing slightly with excitement. "I knew you looked familiar!" he says excitedly. "These two told me you'd moved back, but I had no idea..." He pauses, cocking his head slightly.

"What?" you ask. Did you have something in your teeth? Sweat stains from dancing all night?

"Nah, 's just," he ducks his head, running his tongue over his lower lip. "I remember you bein' cute, but now you're, uh..." He glances down at your short skirt.

"Hot?" Robin fills in. "Gorgeous? Still totally out of your league?" You shoot her a glare, and Eddie takes the opportunity to send Steve a silent plea for privacy.

Steve grabs Robin's elbow. "I think I dropped my keys in the bar," he mutters through gritted teeth. "Help me find them?"

"Wha--oh," she starts, quickly getting the message. "Sure, yeah." She turns to you. "We'll be...right there if you need us."

And then they're gone.

"Wow, they were really subtle," you joke, easing the tension.

Eddie laughs, and it's such a sweet sound that you smile even wider. He flops down onto a beat-up couch, more foam than leather at this point, and pats his lap.

"Tell me what you've been up to since high school, sweetheart."

You gulp, trying to think about anything besides getting married, giving birth twice, and getting divorced. Remembering the way Eddie drank you in with his eyes, you decide to use it to your advantage.

"Do you really wanna talk?" There's a sultry note in your tone as you saunter over to him.

He cocks an eyebrow, manspreading slightly. "Thought I'd try to be a gentleman."

You just shake your head, climbing on the couch so you're straddling his thigh. "I'm kinda on a tight schedule here." It's not a lie; your mom didn't tell you to be home at a certain time, but you still needed to be awake enough to take care of Grace and Matthew tomorrow.

Eddie exhales as you press slow, precise kisses along his jawline. His hands roam your lower back, shifting you even closer to him. "You look like a fucking rockstar tonight," you whisper into his ear.

He smiles mischievously. "And you look like you're fucking a rockstar tonight." The spaghetti straps of your top graze your upper arms as he nudges them down with his thumbs. He sucks bruises into your collarbones, making you shiver.

"You good?" he asks teasingly, and you nod with enthusiasm. It's not enough for him. "Gotta use your words for me, baby."

"I'm good," you confirm. You place your hands around his neck and pull him in for a long kiss. "Really...really...good." You moan into his mouth. It's the truth; it feels incredible to be wanted, to be desired like this. A one-night stand is exactly what you need. Just a moment of passion without the drag of dating.

"Can you feel how bad I want you?" Eddie growls, bringing your hand to the seam of his pants. His erection presses against them, and he lets out a soft moan when you unbutton his jeans and let down his fly. "Right there." The man is practically whimpering at your touch.

"Eddie," you pant, grinding on his muscular thigh, "g-grab a condom."

He freezes, and you feel his confidence deflate. "Fuck," he hisses, biting his lower lip in frustration. "I can--I can pull out. I'm clean; I promise." As tempting as it is, as much as you want to quell the throbbing between your legs, you can't risk it. Your last "I can pull out" resulted in pregnancy.

"N-no, Eddie," you say reluctantly. "But I can still help you with that," you offer, getting on your knees between his legs. It actually worked out better this way; he wouldn't be able to see the stretch marked that marred your stomach, thighs, and breasts from carrying two babies.

You pull him out of his boxers, leaky cock in your hand. You smear his precum over the head, and you swear his eyes roll to the back of his head. He threads his fingers into your hair but doesn't push you down; just waits until you bring your lips around him, dragging your tongue along his shaft.

"Feels s'good, pretty girl," he whines, throwing his head back. A sense of pride surges through your body as you suck harder, fingers gliding around the base where your mouth can't reach. His cock twitches, and you know he's about to cum. You're prepared to swallow him, but he pulls himself out and spills onto his bare stomach with a few pumps of his own fist.

"You didn't have to--I would've--" you stammer, but he just shakes his head and reaches for a towel to clean himself up.

"Trust me, baby," Eddie purrs, "you did more than enough." He leans over for a kiss, slipping his fingers into your panties. "Now let me return the favor." You whimper when he moves his hand away, but he whisks you over to an old makeup table. He hoists you atop it, sitting you on the edge, and pushes your skirt up until your lace thong is fully on display.

"Touch me, please," you beg him, and he obliges, rubbing his thumb expertly over your clit. The small circles elicit the most guttural moans you've ever made. You'd be embarrassed if you weren't so entranced.

He slips his thick middle finger into you and your walls immediately clench around him. "So tight f'me, aren't you?" he chides, and you feel another finger inside you. He pumps them, quickening his pace as you get wetter around him.

"Harder, Eddie, more." His eyes widen at your need.

"Sure you don't want my cock?" he asks, only half-joking.

You shake your head. "I-I do, but I..."

"No worries," he interrupts, fingers still inside you, "I'll bring protection next time."

Next time? What did he think this was? You don't get to think further on this before your orgasm overtakes you, Eddie's name spilling from your lips as he helps you finish and brings you down from your high.

"I, um, I gotta go," you sputter, adjusting your panties and skirt and pushing yourself off of the table. "This was...you were amazing, really amazing."

"You don't wanna stay?" He looks confused and disheveled, nothing like the cocky musician that commanded the stage just twenty minutes prior. "I never finished that joint...we could split it, if you want?"

There's no way you're going home reeking of weed, so you politely decline. "I'll see you around," you tell him, an empty promise, kissing his cheek lightly.

You leave him to join your friends, who are frothing at the mouth for the gossip. Eddie stands there, puzzled and overwhelmed. He'd promised himself he'd start to settle down, that he would stop leaning on lustful urges and actually try to find love. And he'd screwed it up again.

Robin's phone rings at 9 AM the next day. "Hello?" she answers, munching on some cereal.

"Buckley," Eddie's voice, hoarse from his performance last night, comes through the phone. "You have that fancy three-way call thing, right? Can you add Harrington?"

"Sure thing, Casanova," she teases. "Heard you and Y/N had a great time backstage."

Eddie sighs. "Kinda what I wanted to talk to you guys about." He runs his fingers through his hair, reminiscing on his brief moment with you. The way your eyes sparkled, the way your body rested in his lap, the way he felt when you kissed him.

"Hello?" Steve gets on the line.

"It's me and Eddie," Robin speaks first. "He wants to talk to us about Y/N."

"Oh, Christ," Steve groans. "We already got all the details, Munson. You don't need to brag."

"No, no," Eddie reassures him. "I just wanted to ask for her number. She ran off last night before I could get it."

There's a pause before Robin talks. "Why do you want her number?"

"Uh, so I can ask her on a date?" More silence; it's so palpable that Eddie's worried that his friends hung up. "Still there?"

"Y-yeah," says Steve. "I'm trying to wrap my head around this. Never pictured you dating someone with kids."

"Steve!" Robin chastises him, but the damage is done.

"Y/N has a kid?" Eddie's jaw hits the floor. He really is in over his head.

"Two, actually," Steve relents. "And she's going through a divorce. So I don't think this is the best idea, Munson. Maybe just leave this as a one-time thing."

"But I don't--" Eddie throws his free hand in the air. "All you two did was talk her up, tell me how awesome and sweet and smart she is, and then you tell me that I can't be with her?"

Robin lets out an exasperated breath. "We thought you two could hook up, especially since she had a crush on you in high school--"

"She what?"

"But we didn't expect you to, like, fall for her," she barrels past the crucial detail she just dropped.

"Well, I did. I fuckin' did." Eddie's voice raises slightly. "And Y/N's an adult; she can decide whether or not we try something more serious. So just please give me her number."

"Fine," grumbles Robin. "But don't come crying to us if she breaks your heart."

"And don't break hers," warns Steve; Eddie recognizes the seriousness in his tone.

"I won't," Eddie promises. He half-listens as Robin babbles on about something.

I'm gonna figure this out, he thinks. But it wasn't just about winning you over; no, it was beyond that. It was about becoming the man, a man, that he'd always been too afraid to be.

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xjulixred45x · 6 months

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Since I'm in the Helluva Boss Mood, I'm going to talk about something that I hope doesn't get me crucified.

I.ABSOLUTELY. HATE. THE .STOLYTZ.

Although I only realized this year.

If we go for the bases, we go with the bases.

✨NEITHER OF THE TWO KNOWS THE BASICS OF A STABLE RELATIONSHIP✨

Stolas was put in an arranged marriage as a child, having an EXTREMELY absent father and living in a turbulent relationship (which became abusive at times, with quiet moments but well, I don't think it would last long) with Stella. We are not told that Stolas has tried to be unfaithful in the past, so Stolas has no REAL EXPERIENCE in HEALTHY relationships to enter into one.

Blitz is much worse in this regard. He had an alcoholic father who left him in the background ALL the time above his best friend, and having to take care of his mother. He accidentally causes an accident that ends up killing his mother, leaves his best friend disabled, his sister hates him, etc.

Blitz, unlike Stolas, did have more relationships before him, but we know that they all ended BAD, especially VEROSIKA (there are even hints that she wanted to help him with his bad situation but he pushed her away) and as such it only did more harm than good .

all this without counting episode 1/season 2

Stolas clung TOO much to the good memory he had of Blitz, but to him it didn't mean HALF of what it meant to Stolas (since he already had positive things in his life like his sister, his mother and Fizz) so what? What does an adult with zero knowledge of healthy affection and ZERO experience in real relationships do? HE MANIPULATES TO GET WHAT HE WANTS.

Which brings me to my second point.

✨THE IMBALANCE OF POWER✨

If we ignore the fact that Imps are considered the lowest race in hell (because like all forms of racism, it is STUPID reasoning) even so the biggest red flag is the huge imbalance of decision-making power that exists in the relationship.

Blitz only wanted Stolas' book, HE REALIZED and what did he do? HE MADE A SEXUAL "ARRANGEMENT"(ABUSE, BC THE SEX CAN'T NEVER EVER BE A COIN TO TREAT WITH)WITH BLITZ TO GIVE HIM HIS BOOK (which HE KNEW HE NEEDED) ALL IN ORDER TO GET CLOSE TO HIM.

This is a monumental ABUSE OF POWER by Stolas! because at the end of the day he is the one who decides whether he gets the book or not (he knows it is VITAL for his work, WHAT HE LIVES ON) AND he tries to excuse it with the fact that it is a "way to spend time with him" EXCUSE ME !?!?

First of all, how the hell was Blitz supposed to realize that Stolas "loved" him if in episode one they literally had to censor everything that Stolas wanted to do in bed with Blitz? (and it's like that until chapter 6-7 where he begins to act more affectionately)

THERE ARE A THOUSAND WAYS TO INVITE SOMEONE OUT AND YOU HAD TO CHOOSE THE MOST ASSHOLE AND TOXIC ONE OF ALL. Abuse of power, control, poor communication, THERE'S EVERYTHING HERE, I'M IN CHERNOBYL!

AND IT'S NOT EVEN THE WORST.

Just because! There are toxic relationships that are fine to show on screen, especially in this case, gay/lesbian couples are rarely put under a toxic air, so there was A LOT to take away.

but the WORST thing is how ROMANTICIZED IT IS and as if BY FORCE they want you to 1) feel sorry for Stolas/get angry with Blitz or 2) that you SHIP THEM...

WHAT

Look, I like both characters, their stories are interesting and I like their personalities. the episodes focusing on JUST ONE of them are very good, but that's the point.

✨THE QUALITY DECLINES EVERY TIME THEY ARE TOGETHER ✨

Stolas is much more likable when he's being the prince of hell who's going through a turbulent divorce, dealing with his teenage daughter who he adores, singing songs to said daughter, helping other Demon Lords (I'm looking at you Asmodeus), etc.

Blitz seems much happier being with Millie and Moxxie killing people, talking about Loona, doing his job, getting into trouble with humans and being a complete bloodthirsty.

BOTH SHINE BRIGHTER BEING SEPARATED, NOT TOGETHER.

If you ignore the whole romance thing, they are good characters, but they forcefully want to introduce this drama...

ahg....it's late, I have school tomorrow, don't kill me for my honest opinion. If I think of anything else I'll edit it.

love ya❤️❤️❤️❤️

#helluva boss #helluva blitzo #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss critical #helluva boss criticism #i bloody LOVE helluva boss but i see their flass really clearly now...#anti stolitz

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DAY 10 - The Detectives - Thinks they know best, and the main cast hates them for this. They’re always poking around, checking things out. Typically they’re a blessing to The Final Girl, helping best the killer, or a curse, in which you’re happy to see them die. Tedd and Diana, were tasked with tracking down the serial killer, problem is they have no idea what he looks like. All they know is that he murdered his parents and was heading to Windbrook High so they had to intercept him before he got there. Unfortunately they were a bit behind schedule seeing as the killer had enough time to attack a frathouse before targeting the school next. Diana blames Tedd because he wanted to stop for coffee and donuts, but they were going to need it for the long night that laid ahead of them. Little did Tedd know, his only daughter (Belle) was in grave danger. DAY 9← →DAY 11 (idividual bios under cut)

Tedd: Tedd, father of Belle (the final girl) is a trouble man who moved to Windbrook to try escape his old life. Tedd was in a stagnant marriage with the mother of Belle. The lack of effort on both parties, left Tedd wanting more. Following a heated argument about his recent binge of alcoholism, Tedd left the house to go do the one thing that made him feel better. Drink. At the bar, he met a young lady by the name Manon. Manon remined Tedd a lot of the early stages of his relationship with Belle's mother, it felt nostalgic to him. Tedd would go on to have an affair with Manon, Tedd would even send her money as she had difficulty finding a job. A last desperate atempt to "save" their marriage, they decided to have Belle thinking she would bring them closer. Tedd's alcoholism continued and led to that night he would come to regret. A intoxicated Tedd slept with a equally as intoxicated Manon. Was this the rush Tedd was missing? Tedd was not descret enough about the affair and one way or another his wife found out. Divorce was almost certain. 10 months after the divorce, Manon announced that she had given birth to a boy. Tedd knew he did not have the finances to support Manon and his son, especially after the divorce. Tedd packed his things and left with Belle to Windbrook, where he got a new job. Abandoning; his ex-wife, Manon and his son.

Diana: Diana, a hard working woman and mother of Alvaro (the sacrifice), wants to prove to her boss, that she doesn't have to be anybody's assistant. For the past few months she's been working for a promotion to become lead detective only for it to be given to Tedd... "Seriously? I bust my ass around here and the new guy gets it?". Just because Diana is an assistant doesn't mean she can't take matters into her own hands. She was the first one at the Frathouse crime scene and was able to determine that the killer was heading for the Windbrook High. Tedd? Oh, he wanted coffee and donuts... Diana knew Alvaro had basketball practice after school, and the fact there was a killer on the loose and a possibility Alvaro could be in danger concerned her deeply. She did not have time to waste regardless if Tedd was ready or not, her son was of utmost importance.

#windbrookslashed #sims challenge #sims4 #my sims #simblr #ts4 #ts4 simblr #ts4cc #Tedd is a loser #cas challenge

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Forbidden Desires (18+)

Chapter one: Home (on hold)

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Age Gap, Person leaving/death.

A/N: sorry for all the typos 😭😭 I currently don’t have a computer so I’m having to use my phone and it’s harder for me to see errors! 🩷

Coming home from college was always the easy part reliving the past memories was the hardest. But seeing my dad, made everything better. I pulled into the driveway and was met by my dad smiling and waving. I put the car in park and hopped out hugging him. "Glad you made it kiddo." My dad says kissing my forehead. "Hey dad." I smiled pulling back.

I turned towards my car, ready to unpack. "Hang on. I want to show ya something!" my dad says quickly. I turned to face him, he's smiling from ear to ear. "Sure"' I nodded following my dad. "I rearranged the house, want ya to see it." He gestered his hand to the door. I walked to the front door twisting the handle walking in. "Surpise!!" I jumped back as my eyes adjusted to the lights and confetti being thrown my way.

I looked around the room, balloons, a "Congrats" banner, food, drinks, and the neighborhood floods my dad's livingroom. I Smile and pull my dad in for another hug.

I Socialize with a few of the neighbors, Dad introduces me to a couple of the new ones that moved in after I had left. I made my way over to Bill and Frank, who were standing over by the stove. "Hey thank y'all for this, dad mentioned y’all help with the idea. I Really appreciate it!" I Smiled hugging them.

"Of course, anything for our favorite niece!" Frank smiles. Bill smiled and gave a small nod. He's not one for affection but you know it's there. After talking to Bill and Frank, I made my way over to the drinks, "Got eyes watching you" I smiled hearing the familiar voice.

I sat my drink down turning around and pulling my best friend Ashley in for a hug. "'I thought you were traveling?" | asked pulling away. "Yea, well Josh decided to cheat, So looks like I'm back in Austin with my dads." She Smiled. "I literally just talked to them and frank never mentioned you being home." I laughed.

"I hate to cut this short, but you really do have eyes on you." Ashley Smiled "What? Who?" I asked looking around us. “By the window" Ashley whispers. I turn around grabbing my drink, Scanning the room, until my eyes met his. Joel miller.

Joel and my dad have been friends for years. Joel moved in across from us a couple years after my mom died. His daughter Sarah and his brother tommy were also close with my dad and I. I was about 10 when Sarah was born, I woud babysit and sometimes just go over there to watch her, so Joel could get some sleep. I always saw it as a way for repaying Joel back for helping my dad out after mom died.

I offered a small smile and wave to Joel. Getting a mouthed "Hi" back in return.

I turned back to ashley. “Always has his eyes on you" She winked. I rolled my eyes back in response. "It's not like that.” Ashley let out a quiet moan “oh, Joel” she taunted. I playfully pushed her laughing at her stupidity. “Grow up!”

Ashley and I were 16 and 18 years old when we developed our crushes on the Miller brothers. Ashley had been on dates with Tommy before, her being 2 years older than me and closer to Tommy’s age, It was easier for her to get away with it. My situation on the other hand is a whole lot different, not only am I 13 years younger than Joel, but he's best friends with my dad, and not to mention, l've never seen Joel with another woman after his wife left.

I glanced back over to Joel, Seeing him lean against the door frame, talking to a neighbor named Alissa, recently divorced, always had a thing for him, even when she was married. A rush of Jealousy hit me, I quickly turned to Ashley, "I'm gonna head upstairs, I'm getting a little overwhelmed" I Smiled Softy. "need me to come?" I shook my head walking away.

I headed upstairs away from the crowd in the living room.

I opened my door, welcomed by everything left the way it was when I went away to college. I smiled as I looked around the room, recalling countless memories, with Sarah, Ashley, and even some of Joel. I grabbed the pink bunny off the dresser, mom bought it for my first Easter. My Mom was raised very religious, so she would celebrate and teach me about the Christian holidays. Once She passed away, it went with her. My dad and I would celebrate Christmas, but that’s about it.

I pulled the bunny into my chest breathing in the scent of it. It smelled just like her, warm and cozy. I let out a breath putting the stuffed animal back on the dresser picking up the picture beside it. "With you always, Love Mom." I traced my fingers over the engraving.

"She would’ve been proud of you." My dad’s voice startled me. "I miss her." I spoke softly putting the picture back on dresser beside the bunny.

"You okay, kiddo?" Dad walked over to me. "Yeah…yeah. Just needed a minute." I smiled reassuring him.

"Come back down when you're ready" Dad smiles shutting the door behind him.

After a few minutes of laying on my bed, there was a knock on my door. "Come in." I yell still laying on my bed. When the door opened I prop slightly upwards, fixing my eyes on the tall, broad figure. "Hey." Joel Spoke softly. "Hi." I Sat up crossing my legs to make more space on the bed. Joel Sat down, letting out a soft chucke. I looked at Joel Confused, but decided not to question it.

"Sorry it's just crazy how time has flown by, darlin" Joel smiles handing me a small black box.

"Joel miller, you got me a gift?" I gasped sarcasticaly, making Joel roll his eyes. "Smart ass, Just open it." he groaned, shoving his elbow against my arm. I Stared at Joel for a few seconds, then turning my attention to the box, pulling the top off revealing the small heart shaped pendant.

"Joel." I let a small gasp out, pulling the necklace of the box. " I know it's not much but I wanted to get you something to Congralate you" Joel says bashfully.

"I love it Joel, thank you." I smiled hugging Joel. "Here turn around. darlin" Joel smiles, grabbing the necklace. I turned around moving my hair away from my neck, Joel placed the necklace and clasp the back straightening the chain afterwards. I shifted back around, now eye level with Joel. “Thank you” I whispered. “Of course, darlin’” Joel whispers back. I looked around at Joel's face trying to read his expression. Before I could Stop myself, I leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Joel's lips. Realizing what I did I pulled away quickly. "I'm sorry Joel I-I" | scrambled my words, my face is bright red wth embarrassment.

"It's okay darlin, I'm flattered." Joel tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. "We should head back down. "Joel stands up off the bed, offering me his hand. "I-okay." I grabbed Joels hand standing up straightening out my clothes, heading downstairs. Once ashley saw me and joel together, she threw a wink in my direction. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, literally dying inside from embarrassment.

I made my way over to Ashley.

"What were you and Joel miller doing upstairs." she asked moving her eyebrows up and down.

"Nothing" I say bluntly. "Lies." Ashley quickly snaps back. "Ashley, please, | don't want to talk about it" I groaned. "So, something did happen?” Ashley giggled. “Yes, but not worth telling.” I grabbed a beer out of the fridge. "Aren't you too young to be drinking?" Joel’s little brother tommy joins in the conversation, fluffing my hair up.

"Yea, definitely not talking about it now" I whispered to Ashley. “Talking about what?." Tommy asked, taking a sip of my beer.

"Nothing" Ashley and I said in unison.

"Sorry" Tommy throws his hands in the air. "Have y’all seen Joel?" Tommy asked. "No, check the back yard" Ashley says brushing Tommy off. “Thanks!” Tommy grabs my beer and walks to the patio. Ashley corners me.

"Speak, now!" She demands. "I kissed him." I spit out in a hushed tone.

"y'all kissed?!" Ashley repeated loudly.

"Shh... no, well I kissed him, and he pretty much brushed it off." I said full of regret. "Oh." Ashley says getting the full image now. "ya want me to kick his ass?" She smiles. "No, let’s just get drunk and forget about it!" I groaned.

I smile handing her a beer. "Should I go home with tommy?" She smirks.

"No matter what I say, you’re going to do what you want." I laughed at the question.

"No! You know what, screw the Miller brothers, let’s dance!" Ashley smiles and pulls me towards the music.

A few beers and songs later, Ashley and I could barely walk, doing good to make it to the couch ready to pass out. The crowd was starting to die down, all that were left were the Miller brothers, frank and bill, ashley, dad and myself. As they started cleaning up and wrapping up talking I notice Joel watching me again. "Joel and I will help move her stuff in tomorrow." Tommy tells My dad snapping my attention away from Joel. My dad thanks Tommy as he sees him and Joel to the door. “Congratulations darlin’, see ya in the morning” Joel says waving bye.

#joel miller #pedro is daddy #pedro pascal #joel miller the last of us #joel x reader #pedro x reader #hbo joel miller #joel miller loves big girls #joel smut #joel tlou #ForbiddenDesires

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Headcanons for being Jim Hopper’s child (Part 1)

Jim Hopper x child!reader

warnings: guns, knives, death, blood, cigarettes, alcohol and so on

a/n: might have 2 do another part bc it got so long lol. we’ll see how long that takes me

prompt: anonymous: “Could I request being Jim Hoppers teenage daughter headcanons please, like reader is as old as Steve, Nancy, Jonathan ect”

part 2 (tba)

you spent most of your childhood in new york

but after things fell apart, after your sister passed, you decided to move back to hawkins with your dad when you were in middle school

which was very different than what you were used to.

starting with the fact that everyone knew your dad

and all eyes were on you to be a model citizen, you felt a lot of pressure to be the best you could be

most adults knew of the tragedy that struck your family, too. sooner or later, so would the kids

“so your sister had cancer? and she died?” -classmate

“…yes” -you

“that sucks” -classmate

you were definitely a rebel.

some blamed your “acting out” on the divorce, or the move, or losing sarah, but anyone who knew anything knew you were just jim hopper’s kid

“they’re trouble, just like their father” -anyone who knew jim as a teen

you were quite intimidating

you also inadvertently became popular in high school

“well, they’re dad is the chief of police, that means if we get into any trouble we’re golden!” -tommy h

“tommy, i hate you” -you

“yeah right! im your favorite person in the whole wide world” -tommy

“no, tommy, i mean it. if we get into any trouble im throwing you under the bus” -you

your dad taught you how to shoot a gun and defend yourself

and he’d take you camping in the woods in the summer

“how’s it going, kid? having fun?” -hopper

“you gave me a knife, of course im having fun” -you, carving up a chunk of wood

“that’s right, kid. proud of you” -hopper

he worried about you sometimes, looking back on everything he got away with as a kid

but he let go a bit just to let you live a little

you stole his cigarettes plenty of times

and his alcohol if he didn’t get to it first

he did hate your friends, though

“what’s up with you and all these preppy kids, y/n? really? aren’t they kind of assholes?” -hopper

“huge assholes. absolutely terrible. but they wont leave me alone, think im this super cool badass because im your kid, think i get away with everything” -you

“oh, so when i pull over one of these kids for drinking and driving while being underage, they think you’ll get them out of it?” -hopper

“that is correct” -you

“do they realize i’m probably gonna punish them harder?” -hopper

“no, but im counting on you to” -you

honestly you do share beers with him from time to time

not enough to get you drunk but enough to bond

hearing stories of his time at hawkins high

“then, and then—” -hopper, snorting laughter “me and joyce. you know joyce’s boy. jonathan byers’ mom. yeah, me and her were close back then! we revved up my car so hard that the principal ran outside to see what all the noise was and we ended up kicking back so much dirt…oh, man, there was so much dirt all over him and his stupid suit and his stupid glasses. he didn’t even go home, he stayed like that all day. me and joyce got detention for like, three weeks straight. ohhh, good times” -hopper

going out late to steve’s house nearly every weekend

and really showing off your teenage rebellion in his pool if you know what i mean

all in good fun

going to the station to help out when you could

flo thought you were an angel, callahan and powell always laughed at the remark

“y/n, how in the world did you convince that woman that you’re a saint?” -powell

“who says im not?” -you

“how many times have we had to give you a ride home after finding you stumbling down the street in the middle of the night? which of us is keeping score of that again?” -callahan

“that would be you, my friend” -powell

“hey, as long as i help her with paperwork and cleaning, i’m just the most selfless person on the face of the earth” -you

sooner or later that week that turned your life upside down came to be

when will byers went missing

you weren’t too worried until you found out what you were up against

but you weren’t much of a believer at first

but you were still highly sympathetic of jonathan’s situation to a certain extent

“hey, jonathan? i feel really shitty about everything you’re dealing with right now, man. i cant do much to help, but i’m here for you” -you

“uh, yeah, thanks. thank you, y/n” -jonathan

your friends didn’t bother making fun of you, they knew you’d tear them a new one over something like this

and you got a bit quiet as all of this went down

still went out with your friends, though

and sat with nancy at the pool to talk just a bit before barb disappeared, too

“i’m surprised you’re friends with them, honestly. i thought the chief’s kid would be more cautious and rule-abiding” -nancy

“then you got me all wrong, miss wheeler. rules are for suckers” -you, lighting a cigarette

“pass that this way, y/n” -steve

“get your own” -you

getting pretty freaked when barb went missing since you were the last to see her

steve begged you not to tell your dad

but you really weren’t having it

that’s when you started backing away from your shitty friend group, when nancy asked for your help

because no one believes kids, and you had all the resources she needed

“y/n, come on! we know you wanna hang this weekend, why are you being so difficult?” -steve

“difficult? difficult, steve? you’re kidding, right? all the messed up shit happening around here and you’re calling me difficult for showing caution, concern?” -you

“yeah, i am! since when are you cautious? i’m starting to think you don’t like us anymore” -steve

“i don’t! you’re all assholes who care more about your social self-preservation than the real lives that are at stake! when barb and will are back home safe, maybe i’ll consider a friendship with you, but until then? stay the fuck out of my way” -you

that really struck a chord with steve

but not quite on time considering he resorted to vandalism and picking fights with your crew

“oh, if it isn’t the junior chief. what are you gonna do, cuff us?” -tommy h

“grow the hell up” -you

“surprised you wound up with these two, y/n. they dont seem like your type of people” -steve

“and you are?” -you

after the fight, you got dragged back to the station with powell and callahan

and flo was DEVASTATED you could have been a part of that

“what were you thinking, y/n? these kids, they must be crazy. fights? weapons? you’re just a teenager, you shouldn’t be apart of that. especially with your father around. and what if you were the next to go missing?” -flo

“i promise you, flo, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time. i was trying to make sure they didn’t kill each other. things have been tense in the past week” -you

“oh, i know. you’re a good kid, sweetie” -flo

callahan and powell did have to question you to see what was going on, but they knew you were no snitch

“alright, y/n. go sit in your dad’s office. soon as he gets here, i’m sure he’d love to talk to you” -powell

hopper found you at his desk with your feet kicked up, and from there you hit him with everything you knew so far

“don’t tell me you actually believe all this shit” -hopper

“wish i could tell you i was kidding. but it’s just not adding up. i’ve got a really bad feeling” -you

it was a similar feeling to the weeks before your sister got sick and passed

and you were one of the most level-headed teens to walk the earth, you heard reason and scoffed at anything that fell outside of your bounds

soon after you and your dad were on the same page, he said to you

“think you can stay with a friend for a few days?” -hopper

you soon discovered why when you came home to grab some clothes and found your trailer turned upside down

which made you think this ran even deeper that you previously thought

aaaand eventually this led up to the middle school with a bunch of kids you didn’t know, a few teens you did, and the only adults you trusted

“eleven? hey, kid, you need anything?” -you

“so chief hopper’s kid, who just happens to be the biggest skeptic and irresponsible teen in hawkins, is on the same page as the rest of us now?” -dustin

“i mean, i guess so. theyre here arent they?” -lucas

“who says i’m skeptic and irresponsible?” -you, from behind

“w-what? no, we didn’t say that. i mean—we don’t believe that” -mike

“i’m just playing with you” -you, shaking two of them by the shoulders

your dad came up to you and handed you a revolver and some extra rounds

“you. you are in charge of these kids. you are to keep them safe and use this if absolutely necessary. i’m trusting you” -hopper

“why are you speaking to me like i’m a child?” -you

“because you are one” -hopper

“i know all about gun safety if that’s what you’re worried about” -you

“i’m worried about you and these kids and the monsters that are after you” -hopper

“think i’m not just as worried about you and joyce?” -you

“heh, that’s cute. behave yourself.” -hopper

“yes, sir” -you, sarcastically saluting

it didn’t take long for you and your crew to high tail it to the byers’ residence and make good with your own mission

it was a dumb idea, but so was staying at the school

and while you were preparing for a fight, steve started banging on the door

“steve?” -you

“y/n?” -steve

“get the hell out!” -you

“why do you have a gun?!” -steve

“do you want to find out?!” -you

nancy helped him with that part, pulling her own on him

it was funny (and invigorating) ((you’re a little wacky))

but it was too late and steve decided to join in on the action in some sort of offering of peace

*loud overlapping screaming*

“what…” *pant* “the hell…” *pant* “was that..?” -steve

“…are you insane?!” -you

“what?! what did i do?!” -steve

“you almost got yourself killed!” -you

“it’s okay, y/n…it’s over for now…we’re all okay” -jonathan

“this isn’t over, steve. the hell is wrong with you?” -you

“i was just trying to help, y/n. at least i know you still care” -steve

“i will shoot you if you try any shit like that again” -you

“maybe we should take the gun from them” -nancy

“you want to risk it when they’re this worked up?” -jonathan

you all shouted/talked it out and calmed down and headed back for the middle school together

which was a complete shitshow and you knew your dad would be pissed

but he hugged you and told you that he was proud of you

“give me back my gun” -hopper

you all hung out in the hospital waiting for will to wake up

and the kids huddled around you to ask about the demogorgon

“did you see it? did you shoot it? we saw it! and el completely destroyed it!” -lucas

“yeah, it was badass!” -dustin

“can you teach us how to shoot?” -lucas

“no” -you

you had to meet with a handful of government officials over all you’d just become aware of

mouths? sealed shut

you became closer with the people you almost died with, took special care with the kids

and eventually discovered el was still alive

“what do you say we move into grandpa’s old cabin?” -hopper

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viking-raider · 1 year

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Soothing the Shadows

Summary: You were Marshall's nurse, after he was shot by Simon Stulls. The two of you fall in love, and everything seems perfect, but it's strained by Marshall holding something back from you. His fear of losing you.

Pairing: Walter Marshall/Reader

Word Count: 6.5

Warning: M - Mention of Violence, PTSD, Severe Flashback, Mention of an ugly divorce, Language, Fluff, Alcohol Use, Mental Health battle - SMUT - fingering (F receiving), protected intercourse.

Inspiration: So, for this fic, I sort of meshed Marshall and Sy together into one.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoy it! Line divider by @FIREFLY-GRAPHICS!

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Dating a homicide detective wasn't easy. Especially, when that homicide detective was Captain Walter Marshall.

The pair of you had met after Marshall was injured on the job, having been shot by Simon Stulls and his twin brother. You were the nurse that took care of Marshall, while he recovered from the near fatal wound that rendered him in the Intensive Care Unit for two weeks.

“How are we feeling tonight, Captain Marshall?” You asked, breezing into Marshall's private room, with a bright smile, finding your grumpy and sometimes difficult patient in his bed, one massive arm in a sling and the other working the remote control to his tv.

“Hm.” Marshall huffed back at you, rolling his eyes.

You chuckled at him, not taking it personally. “How's your pain level?” You inquired, checking his medical chart to see the notes from his previous nurse, before moving over to examine the vitals on his monitors. “Better than yesterday?” You asked, lifting a brow in his direction, remembering the discomfort he had been in.

“Six.” He rattled off the number, shrugging his good shoulder.

“Would you like me to get you anything for it?”

“No, I'm fine.” Marshall answered, sighing softly, setting the remote down on the little rolling table next to his bed and raked a hand through his hair. “I just want to get the hell out of here.”

“Is our hospitality that bad?” You quipped, giggling at him, hoping to get him to at least smile. “I could phone the manager.”

Marshall looked up, his blue eyes regarding you for a long moment, making you feel like he was reading your soul, before he finally responded. A twinkle in his gaze. “No, I'd hate to complain to the manager. Especially when there's one bright spot in the hospitality.”

“Well that's-” You gulped, shifting in your rubber nurse's clogs. “That's good to know, Captain Marshall.” You told him, a bit sheepish.

“Marshall.” He corrected you, gently. “Just call me, Marshall.”

“Marshall.” You smirked, nodding your head. “I'm glad you enjoy the hospitality. But I also hope you go home soon. I'm sure your daughter is ready for you too.” You said, changing the subject, so the heat in your cheeks would cool off.

“And, your wife.” You added, a small lump in your throat.

“Oh, she's-”

“Code Blue.” The Hospital P.A crackled over the speakers. “Code Blue. All personnel. Code Blue, room eighteen.”

“Oh crap!” You gasped, adrenaline starting to pump through your veins. “I'm so sorry!” You said quickly, before rushing out of his room.

Sadly, you weren't able to see Marshall again. Your code blue patient took up most of your time and when you were finished with them and your other rounds, Marshall had been released to go home. You were happy for him, even though you were a bit sad that you hadn't been able to say goodbye and see him off.

But you got another opportunity to come your way.

“Hey.” One of your co-workers tapped you on the shoulder as you stood at the nurse's station, filling out a medication request. “There's a super handsome guy asking for you.”

You looked up from the computer. “What?” You frowned at her, confused. “Who?”

“I don't know, I didn't get a name. But he's damned sexy.” She chuckled, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

Shaking your head, you leaned over the counter of the nurse's station, looking down the hall and towards the doors that allowed entry onto your floor. You were shocked to see Marshall standing there, reading one of the posters on the wall. “Oh my god!” You gasped, quickly pulling back, before he could see you.

“Do you know him?”

“Yeah, he was one of my patients.” You told her, fussing over your black, whimsical bee, scrubs and hair.

“Well, you must like each other.” She commented, watching you with amusement.

“Shut up.” You chuckled, going by her and trying to act natural and calm, despite being nervous beyond belief. “Marshall, what are you doing here? Is everything all right? Is your wound healing?” You asked, trying to be professional.

“Everything's fine.” He smiled at you, instinctively touching his shoulder. “It's healing great.”

“Then, what are you doing here?”

“I-uh-came to see you.” He confessed, biting the inside of his lip. “I wanted to know, if you'd like to get some coffee with me, sometime?” He asked, shoulders stiffening with resolve.

You narrowed your eyes at him, cocking your head to the side. “Aren't you married?”

Marshall drew in a deep breath, tightly folding his arms over his chest. “I was married, yes.” He replied, his face darkening. “Angie and I divorced some time ago. It's complicated and not something I'd like to get into.”

“All right, as long as I'm not being a home wrecker by accepting your offer.” You answered, relieved.

“I assure you, you're not.” Marshall said, relief dancing in his blue eyes. “So, when are you next available?”

You looked down at your watch, tilting your head side to side for a moment. “I can take my lunch break right now.” You told him, meeting his gaze with a smirk.

“All right.” He nodded, turning to push open one of the doors behind him, for you.

That day had changed both your and Marshall's lives. You quickly fell in love with each other and craved each other constantly. But there was a drawback to dating Marshall. You hadn't made that step to move in with each other yet, as much as you wanted too. So, you went to one another's place. It was usually Marshall coming over to your flat though, after he got off from his shift at the station. You would make him dinner and the two of you would cuddle up under a blanket on the couch with a glass of wine, or more specifically, a glass of wine for you and a glass of whiskey for him, to watch a movie or one of the shows the two of you had become interested in together.

“Walter.” You giggled, shifting beneath the heavy comforter the two of you were under, trying to watch Peaky Blinders.

“What?” He husked back, turning his head into the side of your face, moaning softly, while his hand squeezed the inside of your thigh again.

“Keep that naughty hand to yourself, Captain.” You teased, turning your face into his.

“I don't know what you're talking about.” Marshall replied, feigning innocence.

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, smelling the sharp honey and caramel of the whiskey on his breath. “What's this?” You asked, rubbing your legs together against his hand.

“Oh, you mean that hand.” He smirked, gently nudging his nose against yours. “I don't know how it got there, but since it is.” He said, pushing it up to cup you through the thin, purple fabric of your panties.

Your gasp melted into a deep whimper, as Marshall started to rub you, watching you through hooded and lusty blue eyes. You turned, pressing your back against the armrest of the couch and opened your legs, giving Marshall full access to your dripping womanhood. He reached under the quilt, not removing it, to keep the chill of the room off of you, as he all but tore your underwear off your body. Tossing them absently over his shoulder and behind the couch, Marshall's hand was back on your privates within a millisecond.

“Oh Christ.” You mewled, arching your back against his hand, his middle finger slipping between your slick folds as he caressed you, teasing you. “Walt, please!” You begged him, pushing the heel of one of your feet into the top of his thigh, nudging his leg impatiently.

“Mm-mm.” He shook his head at you, curving that evil digit into your canal. “I haven't seen you in two days, babe.” He panted, licking his lips. “I want to enjoy it.”

“Then take your fucking shirt off, Marshall!” You barked, outraged and worked up as the tip of his finger grazed your sweet spot.

Marshall laughed, “That requires me to take my hand off of you.” He pointed out, amused by your situation.

You dropped your head back on the couch arm, then sat up, shivering as Marshall's finger reached different angles, and grabbed at his shirt. Bunching the knitted material in your hands, you yanked on it until you managed to pull it off over his head, then tossed it in his face for extra drama. Making him chuckle and toss it back at you, before driving his finger deep into your spot. Caught off guard, your hand flew out, clawing into the exposed skin at the top of his shoulder and leaving very angry crescents behind in their wake.

“Lord have mercy, Marshall!” You cried out, your head flying back, while you rocked on his hand.

“Lay back.” He purred at you, planting a kiss to your fingers. “Let me make you feel good.”

“You always do, Donut.” You teased, laying back again, tugging the blanket up over you as you did.

Marshall blushed slightly at your nickname for him. “I try, Angel.” He replied, gently working his finger inside of you, crooking it to tease your walls, knowing all the places to hit.

Your toes curled and you moaned softly, eyes rolling shut as you rutted against his hand, rolling your hips. Marshall looked at your face, a soft smirk on his own, seeing the pure pleasure you were in. He slipped in a second and started rubbing your clit with his thumb, drawing out a loud sigh from you. The want to keep that look on your face forever was so strong inside of Marshall. You were relaxed in the essence of pleasure and bliss, with no care in the world, other than what his fingers were doing to you.

“Walter, please!” You begged him, brows drawing together as you looked down your face at him.

Smirking, Walter freed his fingers from inside of you and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into his lap and a heady kiss. He moved to the edge of the couch and stood, taking you with him, supporting you against his body as he carried you to the bedroom, one big paw rubbing firm circles over your back to keep the flat's chill away, until getting there.

“Why do you keep it so cold in here?” Marshall commented, resting you on the bed.

“I don't know. Guess I'm just used to the chill of the hospital. I don't really pay attention to it, until you show up.” You replied, giggling as you pushed the blankets to the foot of the bed.

“I should start a fire.” He said, glancing at the enclosed fireplace, in the corner of your room, as he stood at the side of your bed, unbuttoning his pants and shoving them down his tree-trunk thighs.

“You already started one.” You cooed at him, licking your lips at the titanic tent in the front of his boxer briefs, reaching out to palm it through the black material. “A big one, Bear.” You hummed, feeling the hot beast that lived within throb against your palm.

Marshall's eyes fluttered back into their sockets as you fondled him, pressing himself against your hand, growling deep in his throat and chest. You smirked up at him, leaning forward to press your lips to his hairy belly. Smoothing your palm upwards, you curled your fingers around the elastic waistband and slowly peeled his boxers down. Even with anticipation, your eyes grew and you gasped silently, when Marshall's thick and veiny, cut cock sprang heavily free from the confines of the garment.

Reaching into your bedside drawer, you removed a square object from inside and tossed it on one of the pillows, before looking at Marshall.

“Come to me.” You whispered, removing your shirt and heading up the bed.

Looking you over, like a hungry wolf, Marshall stalked up the bed towards you. Moving over you and nuzzling his face into your neck, he nibbled and kissed at the skin there and at your shoulder, while his hands smoothed down your sides, touching every inch of your body. You felt the rub of Marshall's beard as he left love-bites you'd be feeling during your shift later tomorrow. But that didn't bother you, you wanted to feel Walter with you. Always. You had one hand tugging at the curls at the back of his head and the other clawing into one cheek of his rump, as he grabbed at your knees, shoving them wide open to buck against you, his cock dripping against your slickness, mixing with the ultimate finale.

It didn't take love for Marshall's thought of lighting a fire to become nonsensical, the two of you were heated and glistening with sweat, from your combined actions and feelings. Perspiration pearled down Marshall's vast back as he pulled away from you, only slightly, his darkened blue eyes meeting yours in a hungry and sultry gaze, that sent a chill so powerful through your burning body, goose-flesh was raised.

“Mine.” He growled, in a deep pant.

“All yours.” You gulped back, nodding and sucking your lip between your teeth.

Marshall sat up between your legs, and you grabbed at the item you had tossed on the pillow earlier. It was a condom. You tore it open and took out the opaque-red and lubricated rubber, tossing the packaging carelessly to the floor, while Marshall grasped himself at the root, the head of his member changing a shade of purple, to hold his thick cock steady. You carefully rolled the protection down over his length, marveled at how it looked, snug over the throbbing veins. Wrapping your hand around the head of Walter's manhood, you stroked it downward, ensuring the sleeve was secure in place, before reaching up to grab him by the shoulder and pull him down into a heated kiss.

While you kissed, Marshall lined himself up with your weeping entrance. It never seemed mattered how many times the two of you were intimate, you never quite grew accustomed to Marshall's sheer size. Even with the help of being aroused and lubricated, there was always that initial stretch of him easing inside of you, of his girth reshaping you for the billionth time in the two years you had been dating. But it quickly subsided into something so marvelously euphoric, that you couldn't help the soft smile that crossed your lips or the curl of your toes.

He wrapped his arms around you, pressing you against his body, an arm encircling your waist and the other around your shoulders, his knees planted into the mattress, as he rocked into you. The wood headboard smacked against the wall behind it, keeping time with each thrust. Thankfully, it was an outer wall, so your next door neighbor wasn't too bothered by the noise, and he was used to your and Marshall's love making, by now.

Good and patient, Preston.

“Christ, Marshall!” You cried out, your walls kneading around him, feeling every furious movement that begged his manhood to release his magic and bring you both into a world of unimaginable bliss.

“Fuck, babe.” He panted back, his hot breath wafting over the skin of your face.

He pressed his temple against yours, letting out small whimpers of effort and moans of pleasure in random intervals. His thrusts lost rhythm and became rougher, as he neared his climax, your own aiding the effort. Marshall throbbed inside of your quivering walls and you felt the muscles of his stomach clench and become rock hard. He made his tell-tale sound, a soft, groaning sigh, as he unloaded inside of the protective barrier between you. Nonetheless, your slick canal struggled to keep a hold of Marshall's unloading and still working cock, feeling it surge inside of you. Your back arched, pushing yourself up against his clenched stomach, nails racking down his sweaty back.

“Marshall!” You cried out, shuttering with each wave of pleasure that washed through you. “Oh god, Marshall.” You whimpered, slowly lowering yourself back down, spent. “I love you.” You sighed softly, after a few moments to catch your breath.

Marshall rolled you both onto your sides, tucking your head under his chin and against his chest. “I love you too.” He whispered back, hugging you hard against him, fingers tangling in the back of your hair.

You struggled to stay awake, not wanting to fall asleep, knowing what it meant, if you did. But you were spent from a long shift, the previous night, little sleep and the exhausted pull of your love making. Soon enough, you were snoring into Marshall's collarbone. But, when you woke with a jolt a few hours later, your heart thundering in your chest, a good enough fire in the fireplace to keep your room warm, but not roast you alive, however you were alone.

“Marshall?” You called out, hoping—praying, he was just watching tv in the living room like he did, on rare occasions. “Donut!” You yelled out a little louder, turning to grab your shirt off the floor and padded into the living room, but found it cold, quiet and empty.

You sighed, realizing Marshall had left. Turning, you went down the hall to the guest room bath and discovered the mirror was still foggy. Marshall would go there to take a shower, before he left, so he wouldn't wake you by using your master bathroom. Usually, when he showered at your place, it meant he was heading straight back into the station to work some more, without bothering to go home. You wondered how many hours your boyfriend had slept, before sneaking off into the night.

“Just one night, Walter Marshall.” You whimpered, stripping your shirt off as you headed to bed again. “That's all I ask of you. Stay one fucking night with me, without vanishing like some sort of ghost.” You sighed, crawling under the blankets.

Marshall scrubbed at his eyes, while trying to focus on the police report in front of him, Harper had given him a new case to work on. It was a double homicide with a few lead suspects, but no solid proof on which of them it could possibly be. He was hitting his wit's end, three shifts, with a four hour sleep between two of them, crashed out on the small couch in his office. He'd only spoken to you through text messages through that time. The two of you had tried to meet up for lunch, but one of his suspects had been hauled into the station and he had to cancel it, so he could interrogate them.

A soft knock sounded on his office door and Commissioner Harper popped in. “How's the case going?” He asked, depositing himself into a chair across from Marshall.

The Brit drew in a deep breath and let it out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“That well, huh?” The older law enforcement officer chuckled. “When was the last time you went home?” He inquired, seeing the dark circles under Marshall's bloodshot blue eyes.

Marshall looked at his watch. “Nine hours ago, to shower.” He replied, shooting Harper a look.

“You need to head home.” Harper snorted, shaking his head. “Don't you have a new lady in your life?” He said, lifting a brow at Walter, critically. “You shouldn't be keeping hours at the station, like you were when you were a bachelor, Marshall. I'm sure it drives her fucking crazy.”

“I know.” Marshall sighed heavily, knowing Harper was right. “It does.”

You had scolded Marshall several times about working himself into the ground and not getting a proper night's sleep. He wasn't a bachelor anymore, preferring to be at the station, then sitting alone, in the deafening emptiness of his flat. He definitely was a husband in the middle of getting a divorce, where he'd rather work eighteen hour shifts, against the alternative of going home to another argument or silent treatment from his soon-to-be ex-wife and making his daughter's life a nightmare.

He had you now, and was still acting like he didn't.

“You're right.” He said, flipping the case file closed and locking it away in his desk. “I am going to take the rest of the day off.” He nodded, stretching to his feet.

“And tomorrow.” Harper added, giving Marshall a stern look.

Marshall stared at him for a long moment, before slowly nodding. “Tomorrow as well.” He conceded, grabbing his jacket from the hook at the back of his office door.

“Hey.” Harper paused, as he stepped out into the hall, turning back to Marshall. “Surprise her. Women love that stuff.” He smirked, giving him a teasing wink before heading off to his own office.

“Yeah.” Marshall nodded, chewing on the inside of his lip.

Thankfully, he knew you had the day off, which made surprising you all the easier to do.

Marshall stopped by his place first, taking a quick shower and changed. Washed up and freshly changed, Marshall went to a small floral shop to get a bouquet of your favorite flowers, then crossed town to your takeaway spot, ordering your favorite dish with something to hit your sweet tooth, before finally heading over to your flat.

Situating things in his hands, Marshall knocked on your door and waited for you to answer, his heart pounding for a reason he couldn't put his finger on. At least, until the door cracked open and you peeked out, then his pulse calmed.

“Hey, Sugar butt.” He grinned at you, enjoying the surprised expression on your face.

You swung the door open, excited to see Marshall. “What are you doing here, Donut? I thought you had to work!” You said, bouncing on your toes towards him and wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I got some sound advice, and I decided to take it.” He replied, bending his head to kiss the top of yours. “So, I have the rest of the day off, and was told I'm taking tomorrow off as well.” He told you, holding up the bag of food and your bouquet of flowers.

“There's no one else I want to spend it with.”

“What about Fae?” You asked, your tone teasing.

Marshall rolled his eyes at you. “I'm far too boring and uncool.” He huffed, shaking his head.

“Well, you're entertaining and cool enough for me, Donut.” You giggled, pulling him into your flat.

“Thank the heavens for that.” He smiled, letting you drag him inside and into the kitchen.

“What did you get me?” You asked, dying to know what he had in the takeaway bag.

“Things you eat.” Marshall smirked, side eyeing you. “Hey, hands off!” He chuckled, batting your hand away from the bag. “Go pour us something to drink, Sugar butt!” He said, popping you on the butt and kissed your neck.

“My sweet detective, you drank all your Rich & Rare whiskey, the last time you were here.” You informed him, giving him a gentle pat on the chest.

“Oh fuck, I did.” Marshall sighed, his shoulders slumping a little.

You smiled, moving around him to go into a cabinet. “Luckily for you, you have a very thoughtful partner.” You said, pulling down a bottle of the amber colored spirit. “Who noticed it and bought another bottle for you.”

Marshall turned around, cracking a smile at you. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” He asked, reaching out to cup your face.

You nuzzled his hand for a moment, before answering. “You got shot.” You deadpanned.

“Right.” He nodded, taking the bottle from you, then turned back to the food, pulling it out and putting it on the counter, before taking down plates.

You took down glasses and set one of them next to the plates, before grabbing your chilled bottle of wine out of the refrigerator, wiggling your brows at Walter as he moved by you for the fridge himself. Winking at you, Marshall grabbed a black case from inside the freezer and turned back, smirking as he found you already nibbling on your food. Shaking his head, he set the case on the counter and opened it, before cracking the seal on the bottle of whiskey, pouring some into his glass.

“So, how was your day?” He asked, opening the case and lifting a brow in your direction.

“It's been good.” You answered, getting your takeaway on the plate. “Slept a whole extra hour and a half.” You snorted, smirking to yourself. “Took a bath, instead of a shower, which felt incredible, and started to catch up with all of the shows I'm behind on.”

“Sounds like a day off well spent.” Marshall nodded, pulling out a pair of small tongs and removed a medium sized, chilled, black whiskey stone that was nestled inside and placed it in his glass. “I hope mine goes as well.”

“Well, we can make that happen.” You told him, holding a fork out to him.

Marshall grinned at you, taking the fork. “Yeah, we can.”

The two of you took your food and drinks to the couch, finding something to watch together, while you ate. You smirked, however, watching your Donut doze on and off, his plate balanced on his knee. Setting your plate on the coffee table, you gently took his and set it beside yours, you grabbed his hand and coaxed him up to his feet.

“Mmm.” He grunted, responding to your nudges towards the bedroom.

“Ssshh.” You cooed back, not wanting him to stir from the soft doze he'd fallen into.

Getting him to your room, you lightly pushed him back, to sit on your bed, stifling your giggle at his 'umph' as he landed. Kneeling down, you untied the laces of his boots, biting your lip as you gingerly pulled them off, but Marshall barely stirred as they came free from his feet. You managed to get his shirt off, before laying him back on the bed and covering him up.

“Sleep tight, detective.” You whispered, stroking the curls off his forehead for a moment, listening to his deep and easy breathing.

Tip-toeing out of the room, you gathered up the hardly touched plates and wrapped them up, storing them away in the refrigerator for later on, carefully poured the remaining whiskey Marshall hadn't polished off into the bottle, rinsing the stones, slipping them back into their case and into the freezer. Rubbing your face, you stripped and crawled into bed with Marshall, snuggling in against his side with a smile, excited to be falling asleep with him, knowing there was a high likelihood he'd be there, when you woke up.

What you hadn't expected was how you woke up with Marshall.

You were too deeply asleep to even dream, comfortable and warm. It was pure heaven, that you were hardly aware of the loud bang, likely someone slamming a door shut or the lid of a dumpster being dropped; nothing that was significant enough to draw you from your slumber. Nothing, but the jolt and gasp beside you. You started to pull to the surface of consciousness, struggling to understand what was going on, before you felt a pair of abnormally strong tentacles wrap around your frame. Jerking you against something solid, the air was knocked out of your lungs. While you were dragged over the edge of the bed, your stomach clenched as you dropped to the floor, crying out at the force of the sudden stop.

Realization flooded you, feeling the huffing, puffing and mountainous body of Marshall move over you, one arm still crushing around your middle to pin you against him, one thick thigh wedged between yours. If you didn't know Walter as well as you did, you probably would have started screaming at the position he had you in.

But you knew him, and you knew there was something deeply wrong with your boyfriend. Even your nursing instincts were going off for something being out of place. Marshall was panting like a wounded animal, his nostrils flaring with each breath, every muscle in his body was rock hard and rigid, but he was trembling. His teeth were gritted, like he was in pain and his blue eyes were wide and on high alert, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

“Marshall?” You whispered, apprehensive to make a sound, almost afraid that he'd snap at you, but his arm only tightened, making you hiss and wiggle underneath him, but he only held you tighter. “All right.” You groaned, relaxing to rest your forehead against the carpet, taking a deep breath of relief when his arm eased against your stomach.

You racked your brain, he was a horror hardened Detective for the Manitoba police force, what could cause Marshall to react to this extreme? Could this be a flashback from Simon?

You took a deep breath, knowing you had to help Marshall out of this, to let him know he was in a safe place. You bit your lip, bracing yourself for whatever reaction he gave you. Wiggling your arm out from underneath of your body, ignoring his attempt to keep you still, you propped yourself up the best you could under his weight.

“Marshall.” You said, keeping your voice calm and as if nothing was wrong, reaching back to rest your hand on his shoulder, squeezing it gently. “It's all right, Walt. It's just a flashback.” You told him, pressing your head against his chest. “I'm all right. We're all right.” You reassured him, moving your hand to his neck, beginning to massage the tight muscles there.

“We're safe. There's nothing and no one here to harm us. I promise.”

“Unless, you look in my closet and notice the alarming ratio of scrub outfits to regular ones.” You said, making yourself giggle, hoping a light joke would cause a crack in the wall of his PTSD, since Marshall had always enjoyed your sense of humor.

But Walter didn't seem to react to any of it, though you didn't allow yourself to become discouraged.

“What can I do?” You cooed at him, wondering what was going through his mind. “Please, tell me how I can help you, Donut?”

Marshall abruptly stopped trembling against you and seemed to relax on top of you, but didn't move any farther. You took the win, patiently waiting to see if he made any further improvements. They took several more moments, with you still massaging his neck and just laying there with him, but Marshall finally seemed to regain some sense of himself.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled, moving off of you at last.

You floundered for a moment, sitting up to rest your back against the side of your bed, unsure how to reply. “Mar-” You started, only to have him jump to his feet and storm into your en suite, slamming and locking the door behind him. “Okay.” You sighed, nodding curtly at the door. “You need space.” You said, to the air, then pulled yourself up and pulled on a pair of shorts shorts with a tank top.

Going out to the kitchen, you made yourself a cup of tea, pausing for a moment as you carried it out of the kitchen to fortify it with a small splash of Marshall's whiskey, before going to sit in the living room. You stared at the turn off tv, regarding your blurry reflection as you thought about what had happened in the bedroom with Marshall, then abruptly locked himself in the bathroom. The shower had turned on not long afterwards, making you suppose he was taking one to wake himself up and clear his head. You were still worried about him though, he had just turned into a statue after yanking you off the bed like that, forcing you to be still, like he was afraid something would happen, if either of you moved.

An hour and all your hot water later, Marshall emerged from your bedroom, his eyes pointed at the floor as he stood just passed the doorway. You set your empty cup on the coffee table and turned to look at him over the back of the couch, his wet curls were combed back off his forehead, making him look almost boyish.

“I'm sorry.” He mumbled again, folding his arms tightly over his chest, still refusing to look at you.

“I know you're sorry, Marshall.” You whispered back at him, your heart aching. “Please, sit down with me?” You begged, patting the cushion beside you.

Marshall lingered in place for a moment, before shuffling over to you and sitting down, arms still crossed. You stared at the circular and slightly puckered scar just below his collarbone, the purplish skin stood out in stark contrast to the pale skin of his chest, lightly hidden under the dark fur that covered his torso.

“I'm sorry, if I scared you.” Marshall elaborated more on his apology. “I also understand, if you don't want to see me anymore.” He added, his throat bobbing as he swallowed thickly.

“What?” You giggled, surprised. “Why would I break up with you, Marshall?”

He finally looked at you, brows creased like it was obvious. “Because of what just happened.” He growled, his jaw muscles flexing. “I could have hur-” His eyes searched you for any marks, an almost frantic look coming into them.

“You didn't hurt me, Walter.” You assured him. “You startled the hell out of me, with that wake up. You've caused me to be very concerned. But hurt me, you have not.”

“This time.” He mumbled, relaxing back into his broodiness.

“Tell me what happened, Donut.” You sighed, shaking your head at him. “I know you had a flashback. Why? Was it because of Simon?”

Marshall sighed, bouncing his leg. “It wasn't Simon.” He replied, licking his lips. “Before I was a homicide detective, I was in the British Army, I served three tours.” He paused and regarded you, deciding it was time to give you everything.

“I met Angela after I finished boot camp. She was in London for a holiday. We hit it off, and started a long distance relationship. I went on my first tour and everything was reasonably fine. I rose through the ranks quickly through my tours, I initially intended to be career Army. But between the second tour and my last one, Angie got pregnant with Fae. Which complicated things. Angie didn't want to raise her away from her parents in Manitoba, she also didn't want me being in the British Army, since it meant I'd be stationed overseas, away from them and being deployed constantly.”

“That is quite the situation.” You nodded, folding your legs on the cushion.

“It was.” Marshall nodded, his eyes distant. “My second tour had been rough, it was the first time I was given command of a squad of men. We got through it and all my men got home. But that's when some of my PTSD started. Loud noises would make me start or put me on edge. It was my last deployment, when I didn't renew my contract, so I could move to Canada with Angie and Fae, that it went through the roof. My men and I got pinned down by a group of rebels and I ended up losing two of them, despite the effort to keep them alive.” He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing on an imaginary spot on the rug.

“Marshall?” You whispered, reaching out to rest your hand on his knee, feeling the muscle there jump slightly.

“Sorry.” He cleared his throat, shaking his head, his gaze clearing. “That's when I started having reactive flashbacks, like tonight. At first, Angie took them in stride. I thought they'd be better if I was back in 'that environment', so I joined the Manitoba SWAT team, and it worked for a short time. But Angie worried that was just as dangerous as being in the Army and didn't want Fae losing me.” He sighed, rubbing his face. “She had a point. SWAT could be just as dangerous at times. Get a person in the corner, when they're desperate, it doesn't matter if you're in a war-zone. They'll do anything to get out of that spot. Including killing you.”

“So, what happened?” You asked, biting your lip.

“I transferred to homicide.” He chuckled, smirking like he couldn't believe it himself. “Anyway, over time, Angie couldn't take my flashbacks anymore and we slept in separate bedrooms for the last four years of our marriage. They were a catalyst for our divorce.” He admitted, pressing his lips together, pained. “She even used them to gain full custody of Fae. Like, I was some sort of danger to my own daughter.”

“I don't think you're dangerous, Marshall.” You confessed, moving closer to him.

Marshall huffed at you. “Yeah, that's because I won't allow myself to fall asleep around you.”

“This is why you ghost me after we've made love?” You asked, looking at him wide eyed.

“Yes.” He nodded, staring back at you. “I'm terrified of something like that happening and losing you because of it.” He barked, jerking a hand towards the bedroom. “That I'll have an episode and I'll hurt you or it's just too much baggage for you to take.”

“Oh, you sweet Donut.” You giggled at him, grinning. “When was the last time you even had a flashback, before tonight?”

“I don't know!” He barked, raking a hand through his damp hair. “Two or three years.”

“That's not bad!” You said, wrapping your arms around his. “And we made it through this one.”

“I don't want you to make it through them.” He whined at you, looking like a hurt puppy.

“Walter Donut Marshall, I helped you get through being shot.” You grinned at him, stubbornly. “I'm pretty darn sure, I can help you through more flashbacks. You're not going to scare me away. I'm not going to break up with you. I love you, you silly Detective.” You cupped his bearded face in your palms.

“Stop running away from me, let me love you, shadows and all.”

“I have some dark shadows.” He whispered, turning his head to kiss your hand.

“Don't we all, Donut? Don't we all!” You giggled, kissing him soundly on the mouth.

#Viking-Raider Fics #Henry Cavill #Walter Marshall #Marshall #Walter Marshall x Reader #Walter Marshall/Reader #Marshall x Reader #Marshall/Reader #Nomis #Night Hunter #Walter Marshall Fanfic #walter marshall fanfiction #Walter Marshall fandom #Smut #Fluff #PTSD #Soothing the Shadows *fic*#Soothing the Shadows #Henry Cavill fandom

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dehydration-stati0n · 1 year

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Cowboy Casanova {Cowboy!Shanks x Reader}

Shanks is divorced to an unknown woman in this AU (??) Her loss I guess🤷. I was going to use Nami instead of Belle-mere but then I remembered that didn't make any sense timeline wise sooo here we are

Western AU Rules Word Count: 0.7k Spoilers: None

"Uh oh, look who's coming." Belle-mere nudged you, watching as Shanks make his way over to where the two of you sat on your ancient porch, his horse hitched up on one of the nearby posts. It was a wonder how the drunk even managed to tie the knot with how much he drinks daily.

"Well, howdy ladies, fancy seeing y'all here." Shanks greeted, faking a thick southern accent as he tipped his hat to the two of you.

You couldn't stand Shanks. You've heard too many stories about him in the many bars around town to have much respect for him. Most of them end with the redhead being dragged out to stop him from drinking and flirting with all the women there. Someone with so little care about their reputation always left behind a trail of trouble- bad luck, so to speak. You only wished your heart would stop aching whenever the alcoholic in question came up in your mind. You thought you hated everything about him, so why did you want him around so bad? Why do you daydream about talking to him for hours on end? Why did he have to be so handsome? You could tell Bell-mere knew about your little crush through all the knowing glances she always shot your way. You swore you'd kill her if she kept making it so obvious.

"Shanks," You greeted, clearing your throat, "What are you doing here?"

His eyes glimmered with mischief as he caught your gaze with his own, "Just thought I'd stop by and say 'hi' to my two favorite girls."

Bell-mere snorted, rolling her eyes playfully as she spoke, "Oh please, Shanks, take all your flirting back to the bar. None of that'll work on us."

"Yeah?" He grinned, "Well, maybe that's why you two are my favorite." You felt a light blush dust your cheeks at his words. You didn't think you'd last long if he kept at this game of his.

Small, golden clouds of dust started to kick up against the strong orange of the setting sun. The night sky that slowly peaked out above the rolling hills of the west faintly cast an ocean of darkness over the desert landscape.

"No really though, what are you doing here?" You questioned, curious as to why he traveled all the way from the city to where your small house sat on the edge of town. It wasn't a ridiculous journey by any means, but it took about an hour to do so, and you doubted it was only to say 'hi'.

He gazed into your eyes for a moment before replying, "My daughter, Uta, she's uh- well- I need help watching her." He paused for a moment, considering his next words, "She's young, and I'm away a lot longer than I'd like to be. Would you at least consider it?"

You thought about it for a moment- well, overthought it. Babysitting his daughter would surely make people talk. It wasn't exactly common for a divorced man let his daughter be taken care of by someone other than his ex-wife. Would this make you appear to be his wife? Or perhaps Uta's mother? Was this his strange way of courting you? It was Belle-mere not-so-subtly stepping on your foot that broke you out of your little trance.

You blinked up at the man and sighed, "Yeah, bring her over here tomorrow, I'll look after her."

"Thank you, (Y/N), you have no idea how much this means to me." He beamed, jogging up the creaky wooden stairs of your old porch as he leaned in and kissed you on your cheek gratefully.

Your blush rushed back fast as you stammered over your next choice of words, "Y-yeah, anytime- I mean, we're friends, right?"

"Yeah," His features held a sort of saddened desire as if he wanted-hoped even, that they would've been replaced with something else- something more intimate. "If you ever need anything, just come fetch me, alright?" He cringed internally at the word 'friend', but he supposed 'friends' would do for now.

You watched longingly after the redheaded drunk. It didn't take long for Belle-mere to catch on to your stare, as she quickly started teasing you for it. Belle-mere's playful jabs and giggles, your desperate pleas for her to quiet down, and the hooves of Shanks' horse as he made his way back to the closest bar to try and drink his feelings away again filled the night air. Both of you and Shanks' lives would be a little different now that this little event would be set in motion.

#shanks x reader #shanks one piece #shanks op #shanks oneshot #one piece oneshot #one piece fanfic #one piece fanfiction #one piece western au #op western au #western au #cowboy au #cowboy!shanks #one piece x reader #one piece #cowboy!shanks x reader

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My dsmp Tubbo and Tommy canons (I can do whatever I want and these are canon facts to me)

Tubbo:

-smoked cigarettes a lot during the Schlatt administration to get away from all of the… everything. Fundy was the one who started this for him.

-hates alcohol because of Schlatt and Wilbur. Before being part of Schlatt’s cabinet he had to deal with Wilbur being drunk and mentally ill too.

-is Wilbur’s adopted brother, calls Phil by his name instead of “dad” even though he was literally raised by him. Also doesn’t call Wilbur his brother unless it’s brought up in some way.

-Tommy is his best friend. He is Tommy’s favorite person. Their conversations are very monotone.

-has breathing problems due to smoking. Has tried to quit, but can’t. Instead smokes weed every so often because it’s better than nicotine.

-has bipolar disorder, when he’s manic he wakes up at 5 am and does yard work. When he’s depressed, he can’t get out of bed for days. He knows he’s bipolar, many people do, but it still was a reason his marriage fell apart (not his fault)

-he did not get custody of Michael when he and Ranboo divorced, because he didn’t fight for it because doesn’t think he can really raise a child with all his personal issues (in a “I would never have kids because I’m too mentally ill and traumatized” way)

-bonded with Quackity during the Schlatt administration, is maybe the only one who knows to what extent Quackity was fucked up by Schlatt. They have a weird relationship that’s similar to a mother and son. Don’t question it.

-I’m a fan of dadschlatt so in my brain Tubbo is Schlatt’s biological son, and they only find this out when they’re working together and Schlatt grills him on his family history and it strangely matches up with that one time Schlatt decided to leave the girl he accidentally impregnated and fully skip town. So when Schlatt and Quackity get married Quackity is basically Tubbo’s stepmom.

-he and Wilbur are like 12 years apart, when Fundy is born, Wilbur is 20. When Fundy and Tubbo meet for the first time, Fundy is 8 and Tubbo is 16. And, yes, Tubbo went to live with Wilbur when he turned 16 for reasons and was like “Wil who the fuck is this child” and Wilbur is like “oh that’s my daughter” ???

Tommy:

-trans girl.

-met Wilbur before she met Tubbo. They lived in the same place. When Tubbo went to live with Wilbur he was immediately bombarded by a strange hyperactive fifteen year old.

-Tommy’s parents left her. She didn’t believe that they did at first, but they did. (By the way I’ve decided L’Manburg was a commune) Because her parents have left her alone on the commune, she’s sort of raised by all of the adults and herself. This is how she knows Wilbur.

-has bpd and severe abandonment issues. Originally attached herself to Wilbur before meeting Tubbo and becoming close with him. During the Pogtopia era, Tommy goes insane and completely attaches herself to Wilbur again.

-When Wilbur dies during war, Tommy’s whole personality switches and instead of being majorly depressed she pretends that it didn’t happen and stays completely delusional for like a month.

-during Exile, she had time to think about herself and her identity and it’s when she comes out to herself as trans. Dream is also the first person she actually comes out to. And I can’t decide if Ghostbur is a hallucination or not, but Tommy doesn’t know either it’s ok.

-very delusional. Like, schizophrenic. Genuinely believed during Exile that Dream was her best friend and wasn’t like beating her and destroying her stuff every single day. Dream doesn’t understand if she’s being serious when she’s like “hi bestie” so he keeps doing worse and worse wondering how much it’ll take to break her.

-gets therapy and takes antipsychotics now. Always brings up the stories of the wildest delusional episodes she’s ever experienced. During exile she was certain she had like 5 girlfriends at once.

-when she ends up trapped in jail with Dream she almost kills herself before Dream does it for her. The pain of being trapped with him again was worse than emotional. Worse than ptsd.

-has complicated feelings towards Quackity, will never forget the time she watched him and Schlatt argue. She’d never heard a “loving couple” sound that angry before. Though she doesn’t know every little detail about the relationship.

#dream smp #dsmp #clingyduo #cclingyduo #tommyinnit #Tubbo #there are definitely more but I was just throwing out ten for both of them

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Day 21: Famous Last Words ➢prompt: "You're Safe Now" ➢character: Robert "Bob" Floyd ➢warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of heart failure, mentions of child death, hospitals, character death, organ donation ➢word count: 4k (probably the longest fic this month)

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Bob wasn’t sure what he did wrong, or who he pissed off. But somewhere along the lines he must have made God mad enough to always get dealt the shitty cards. Maybe it was when he pushed his little sister into the mud pit when he was eight. Or when he lied about who broke his mom’s favorite vase. Or when he took a sip of alcohol before the legal age. Or maybe it was when he had cheated on his wife and gotten a divorce. Whatever he did, Bob didn’t believe it warranted this type of torture.

The torture of watching your child slowly wither away in front of his eyes, and there being nothing that he could do, but hold her and wipe away her tears. Bob had never hated God so much as in this moment, as he stood outside his daughter’s hospital room and watched as the hospice team did their assessment. His daughter’s favorite nurse, Becky, stayed in the room, watching from the corner, but Bob didn’t have the strength to be in there. To listen as they determined whether or not his child was sick enough to start “comfort” measures. He watched as the doctors told Nurse Becky and she looked up at Bob. She nodded and walked out of the room.

Bob turned around and put his back to the doctors, blocking them from sight. He felt the burning feeling of tears in his eyes as he looked down at the floor. Nurse Becky and his daughter’s doctor, Doctor Paul, stood in front of Bob.

“The hospice team doesn’t think that Lily is bad enough yet to be placed under their care,” Doctor Paul said and Bob scoffed, lifting his head up.

“How bad does she have to get before they’ll admit her? Hours from dying? Minutes?” Bob asked.

“We don’t know. Is your wife coming in?” Nurse Becky asked.

“Yeah,” Bob swallowed, “She’s on her way. She went home to shower.”

The divorce was hard on both of them, but Bob took it harder than Y/N had. Y/N liked to say that she saw this coming from a mile away, that she had felt the distance between her and Bob grow over the years until the rope finally snapped. Bob liked to say he was blindsided by it, but he knew that Y/N drew the line at cheating. She had learned to live with the deployments and months apart but she had told him time and time again that cheating was a dealbreaker. Maybe that’s why God was pissed off, because while Y/N sat in the ER with their daughter, Bob was too busy fucking his pilot.

“Well, once Y/N gets here, we all need to have a meeting,” Doctor Paul said, “There is still a chance that Lily could get a new heart. But if she gets too sick, UNOS won’t give us one,” Bob nodded, “Let me know when she gets here.”

“Will do,” Nurse Becky said and looked back at Bob, “I know this is-”

“Don’t give me that speech,” Bob said looking at her. He turned around and looked back at his sleeping daughter. He sighed, before heading back into the room to be with Lily. Bob gently climbed into bed with her, and held her in his arms. He clenched his eyes shut tightly and tried to stop the soft cries leaving his pink lips. This wasn’t supposed to happen. No one was supposed to prepare to bury a child before they had even seen the world.

When Y/N arrived at the hospital, slightly out of breath from running around with her other two kids, she stopped in front of the window of Lily’s room. Her heart broke at the sight of her ex-husband and her daughter cuddled on the small hospital bed together. Bob laid on his back his left hand tucked behind his head, his right arm around Lily, who had her head pressed to his chest.

She had just gotten word from Doctor Paul about Lily’s current condition and how they were waiting on UNOS to make a decision. It wasn’t every day that hearts for eleven year old children came around. Y/N thought it was so barbaric and sad to think about. That even if her daughter did get a heart, if she did get another chance at life, another child was somewhere dying. That another set of parents were going through the same pain they are..

“You should go in there,” Nurse Becky said, appearing behind her. Y/N jumped slightly, “You two need time together.”

“I hate him,” Y/N sneered, “He broke my heart.”

“And your child’s heart is failing,” Nurse Becky said. Y/N felt tears running down her cheeks looking at the sick little girl curled up with her father, “You don’t want your little girl leaving this world knowing that her parents are at odds. It won’t bring her comfort.”

“I can’t forgive him for what he did,” Y/N said looking down at her shoes, “I tried to. With moving on, getting remarried, getting a damn dog. When I finally thought I was moving on, Lily was getting better and then. . . Lily gets worse and I have to see the man who broke me, every single day. I loved him, with every single fiber of my being. . . and he used that against me.”

Nurse Becky sighed and grabbed Y/N’s hand, “I know what he did hurts, but it was nearly five years ago. And like you said, you started over, you moved on, you healed. You don’t want your last memories of your life with Bob and Lily being fueled by anger,” Y/N bit her lip and looked down at her shoes, “Listen, Lily is stable, she’s comfortable. My whole staff has their eyes on her. You and Bob go get out of here for a while, eat something other than what gets boiled in a pot,” Y/N laughed and Nurse Becky smiled at her, “If something happens, I will call you both right away.”

“Even if her oxygen stat drops a single point, we get called,” Y/N said.

“Of course,” Nurse Becky said, and gently pushed Y/N to the door.

Y/N took a deep breath before opening the door and going inside. Bob stirred and looked up to see his ex-wife walking in, but Lily didn’t move. Most days her body was too weak to even keep herself awake, and with the current medical cocktail her doctors had her on, it kept her asleep so her heart could rest. Y/N gave Bob a tight-lipped smile and sat down next to his side of the bed. They sat in silence for a moment before Bob spoke up.

“Nurse Becky give you the same speech?”

“Yeah. . .” Y/N sighed and sat back in her chair, “I think she’s right though. We spend all of our time here, or running back and forth from here.”

“Wouldn’t you rather be at home with your husband?”

“He’s not. . . I can’t be around him and his optimism,” She said honestly, “I love him, but he’s driving me damn near insane with all his praying and chanting and whatever other bullshit he’s doing.”

Bob looked down at his daughter. He found some comfort in the fact that she thought God was blaming her too by making Lily sick. He licked his lips before gently moving from beneath Lily’s fragile body. Y/N stood up from her chair and gently packed pillows around Lily’s body as if one of them were still there.

“I’ll lay with her,” Nurse Becky said walking into the room, “My babies are with their dad for the week. I need my snuggle fix.”

Nurse Becky had slowly become Y/N and Bob’s favorite person. She told them everything and didn’t sugarcoat it like most of the doctors on Lily’s team had. Nurse Becky had been both a nurse to Lily and a therapist to Bob and Y/N. She had worked in peds long enough to see lots of parents like Bob and Y/N go through the same heartbreaking thing. It never got easier, but if she could make their time here more comfortable, she would do anything.

Bob and Y/N both gave Lily a kiss on the forehead before reluctantly heading out the door. They walked in silence down the hallway of the peds floor, being mocked by all the bright walls and pictures. Bob could never understand why the most dreadful places had such bright colors. He had to refrain from grabbing her hand as they walked towards their cars parked by each other. They decided to drive separately. Bob hated it, he hated every moment of this.

“Is uh. . . are you okay with going to my place? I don’t really feel like being-”

“Drinks at your place is okay,” Y/N answered.

When Lily had gotten worse, Bob had gotten an apartment not far from the hospital. Y/N thought it was slightly ridiculous at first, but was now grateful for him being so close. He parked in the lot and they quietly walked up the stairs to Bob’s floor. He unlocked the door and let her in. His place was simple, just the way he had decorated their once shared house. Y/N’s eyes landed on the various pictures of Bob, Lily and herself that were scattered around the living room. Bob kicked his shoes off and walked towards the kitchen.

“All I have is bourbon, that's okay?” Bob asked.

“More than okay,” Bob smiled at her, and grabbed two glasses. She sat on the barstools at his counter, and took the glass from him. Bob held his up and she nodded, before taking a sip. She scrunched her eyes at the burn of the alcohol going down her throat. She couldn’t remember the last time she had anything stronger than a glass of wine.

They both sat in awkward silence for a moment, trying to find something to talk about other than their personal lives and their sick daughter, but that seemed to be the only topics on either of their minds. Y/N couldn’t care less about if Bob was with Phoenix or not, and Bob didn’t want to hear about her new life with her husband, but they were two nosy people and wanted to know.

“Are you with her?” Y/N asked, against her better judgment.

“No,” Bob said and took another sip of his drink, “We, uh. . . we tried, but it just didn’t,” Bob waited a beat to get his thoughts in order before speaking up again, “It didn’t work out. We are too good of friends to be in a relationship. I think what happened was just a moment of weakness.”

“Moment of weakness? Is that what we call screwing your wife’s best friend while your daughter is flat lining in the ER?”

“Y/N-”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N said, her voice cracking. Bob felt his heart break at the sight in front of him. She tried to be strong, Bob had yet to see her shed a tear through this whole ordeal, but now she was breaking down in front of him and Bob didn’t know what to do, “God, why does this keep happening to me. First you and now Johnathan-”

“Johnathan?” Bob asked at the mention of her husband, “What’s going on with you and Johnathan?”

“He wants a divorce,” Y/N said, “I’m ‘not there enough’ for him. How fucked up is that to say to someone who’s child is actively dying and there’s-”

Bob moved quickly and hugged her tightly. She sobbed into his chest as he held her in his strong arms. It was times like these where Bob was reminded of how much Lily was like her mother. Her arms tightened around his midsection and grabbed onto his shirt, much like Lily did whenever they had to give her a shot or insert an IV. Bob placed his chin on top of her head and rubbed her back to try and soothe her. Y/N pulled back from Bob, and he held her face in his hands. He wiped a tear away from her cheek with his thumb.

“I’m sorry that I hurt you,” Bob said, “I never, ever wanted to hurt you.”

“But you did,” Y/N sniffled out.

“And I’ll spend every single day of my life telling you how sorry I am. You don’t deserve this Y/N,” Bob said, and Y/N looked up at his blue eyes. Those same blue eyes that had her falling for him all those years ago. Her body moved quicker than her brain did and she leaned up to kiss him. Bob was taken aback for a second and froze. Sensing his body language Y/N pulled back from him.

“I’m so sorry,” Y/N said and pushed away from Bob. She moved quickly, grabbing her purse and heading for the door.

“Y/N, wait,” Bob said and grabbed her wrist.

“No, I shouldn’t have done that. I’m still-”

“I love you,” Bob said, cutting her off. Y/N gasped and shook her head, “I have never stopped loving you. What I did. . . was stupid. The dumbest thing I have ever done in my life and I’ll spend the whole eternity trying to apologize for it. I blame myself for what’s going on with Lily. She got my shitty genes and this is my-”

It was Y/N cutting off Bob this time, kissing him again, and Bob didn’t freeze as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her in close. Her hands tangled in his long locks; he hadn’t bothered to cut his hair since getting time off to be with Lily. The kiss was feverish as his hands roamed her body, trying to remember all the planes of her body that he once had memorized. Bob pulled back from the kiss and grabbed her hand, pulling her down to the bedroom. Y/N bit her lip as she intertwined their fingers.

Bob slowly undressed her, taking his time to admire her and love her. She never felt self-conscious around Bob, even now after it has been years since they had seen each other bare. Bob made her feel comfortable as he laid her down gently on the bed, and left warm, wet kisses on her body. Bob had missed the sounds that left her pink lips as he thrusted into her, groaning at the feeling of her warm walls. Y/N’s eyes rolled back and her nails dug into Bob’s back at the feeling of pure bliss in her body. It had been so long since either of them felt anything but pain and grief, that they wanted to freeze this moment forever.

— — —

A groan left Y/N’s lips as her eyes fluttered open at the bright sun that's shining through the bedroom. It took her a second to realize that she was not only not in the hospital, but not in her own bedroom either. She sat up with a gasp and looked around at the pristine white bedroom, her eyes landing on the familiar family picture on the dresser, with a note taped to it. Holding on to the sheet wrapped around her body, she stood up from the bed and grabbed the note.

“Went to the hospital. Left you coffee and a muffin. -Love B”

Y/N bit her lip as the memories of what happened last night flooded her mind. But they only lasted for a split second before guilt then flooded her body. The realization that she did the one thing she never wanted to do. The one thing that she swore she was better than. She drove home in silence, her mind and heart conflicted.

As Y/N sat at a stop light, she thought back on all the moments in her life where she questioned things. She questioned how you knew someone was the right one for her. She even questioned how she didn’t notice her daughter getting sicker and sicker. But there was one thing she had never questioned before, and that was that she loved Bob Floyd more than anything in the world.

— — —

“Dammit,” A doctor said, as the long-sounding note on the monitor rang out again. He could feel the cracked ribs as he performed CPR on the patient, “Check her pupils.”

“Fixed and dilated,” Another doctor said, “She’s brain dead.”

“Dammit!” The first doctor yelled. He looked at the once healthy female who was now brain dead on the ER table. He knew from the head injury that she probably wasn’t going to survive whatever else was going on. He waited a moment before looking at one of the nurses, “What’s her blood type?”

“B negative.”

“That’s a match. . . Check for a donor card!”

— — —

Bob was half asleep in the chair next to Lily’s bed, watching the shallow rise and fall of her chest when he heard a loud commotion. He lifted his head up slightly to see a bunch of doctors and nurses running around. He had been here long enough to know that it was probably because there was an emergency downstairs. Bob glanced down at his phone, expecting to get a text from Y/N by now at least letting him know she was up.

“Bob!” Nurse Becky exclaimed as she barged through the door, “We have a heart!”

“What?” Bob said standing up from his seat, “A-a heart? For Lily?”

“Yes! We have a heart! We need to start the pre-op prep but if you give-”

“Yes! Yes! Give her the heart!” Bob cried and Nurse Becky squealed as she hugged Bob tightly, before running back down the hall to get the prep team to start working on Lily. Bob felt tears in his eyes as he grabbed his phone and called Y/N.

“Hey this is Y/N, sorry I missed your call, please leave a message.”

Bob frowned but left a message anyway and moved out into the hallway as doctors and nurses came in to prep Lily for surgery. He couldn’t help but smile. His little girl was going to get a second chance at life.

— — —

Bob was beginning to pace outside of Lily’s room as he called Y/N for what seemed like the ten thousandth time, still getting her voicemail. His worry was starting to fade into anger and he was starting to think that maybe she was ignoring him. One of Lily’s doctors, Doctor Shaun said that Lily was prepped and ready as soon as they got the okay from the transplant team.

“I don’t know what the fuck you are doing but you need to get here, now,” Bob cursed and hung up the phone again. He was about to dial Y/N’s number again when he heard his name being called.

“Mr. Floyd, we need to talk to you,” Doctor Paul said to him. Bob furrowed his eyebrows and looked back at Lily, who was somewhat awake and talking to Nurse Becky.

“What’s going on? Is it the heart? Is there something wrong with the-”

“It’s your ex-wife, Bob,” Doctor Paul said.

“My w-wife?”

— — —

Bob thought he was in a dream as he stood outside his wife’s hospital room, looking at her body that was covered in bruises. He could see a large wound on her head, the wound that was probably what killed her. Bob listened as Doctor Paul explained what had happened. Y/N was driving home when a driver ran a red light and hit her. They did what they could to bring her back, but there was nothing that they could do. Her brain wasn’t working. The brain that Bob had always admired. Y/N was smart and witty, and could rattle off a fact about anything and everything at the snap of a fingers. The brain that housed so many vibrant and bright ideas that Bob couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh at, but would help her follow through on them.

Bob sat by her side, holding her hand, which surprisingly felt warm still. Doctor Paul explained that the ventilator that she was on was keeping her alive, keeping her breathing, keeping her heart beating. But the second they pulled the tubes out of her body, her heart would stop. Bob wondered if God had any more cruel twists of fate to throw at him. It was supposed to be the happiest moment of his life, but instead, he was holding his dead wife’s hand, while his daughter was about to receive a new heart.

“Mr. Floyd,” Doctor Paul called out, walking into the room.

“Is Lily okay? D-do I tell her before surgery or-”

“Actually. . . it’s about Lily’s surgery.”

“What?” Bob asked, his blue eyes lighting up in a panic, “Is something wrong? Is she okay? Is there something wrong with the heart?”

“No, Bob,” Doctor Paul said. His mind was swimming on trying to decide how to proceed, “Your wife and daughter have the same blood type,” Bob nodded, “Your wife was very healthy, lived a low stress life, didn’t drink, ate well, exercised-”

“What are you trying to say?”

“Your wife is a donor.”

“No-”

“Her heart could to Lily-”

“No!” Bob screamed. He looked at his wife and laid his head on her arm, sobbing. Doctor Paul bit his lip and tried to stop his own tears as he listened to Bob’s cries, “Wake up, please, wake up. I can’t do this.”

“Mr. Floyd, Lily can’t live much longer without a new heart. We don’t know how long it’ll take to get another one. Your wife is a perfect match for her,” Doctor Paul said.

Bob looked up at his wife’s peaceful face. While it had once been clear, it was now littered with tiny cuts probably from the windshield breaking. He knew that she would do anything she could to save Lily. She was selfless like that. Y/N would take a bullet for anyone and everyone if it meant saving a life, especially her daughter’s life. Bob gripped her hand tightly and brought it to his lips.

— — —

Bob sat in the waiting room for nearly eight hours as he grappled with his thoughts. He was still trying to figure out if he made the right choice, but how does one decide in that moment what the right choice is. He looked down at his hands, picking at his calluses. The last time he was sitting in this room, his wife was sitting next to him, holding his hand as they waited for any update on their daughter. Now, it was just him by himself, waiting.

He felt guilty as he sat there, feeling his heart beating in his chest. It wasn’t far that he got to sit there, unharmed, unscathed and healthy. Bob had done horrible things that should’ve resulted in him getting the shitty end of the deal, but somehow God decided to punish the two people who didn’t deserve it.

A nurse had called his name and took him up to the cardiac floor. He was happy to not see the brightly painted walls and stupid posters that were plastered around the pediatric floor. Bob sucked in a deep breath as he sat down next to her bedside, and grabbed her hand. The nurse explained that it would be a while until she woke up. Bob’s blue eyes never left her frame as he waited for that moment. Waiting to see if he made the right decision. But was there ever a right decision in choosing to end someone’s life to save another?

It took about an hour for her eyes to start slowly fluttering open. She took in the sight around her, blinking rapidly at the bright light. Bob sucked in a deep breath and gave her hand a squeeze.

“Daddy?” Lily croaked out. Bob felt a heavy, yet light feeling in his body as he looked down at his little girl. Her blue eyes looked up at him. He felt tears run down his cheeks.

“Hi, baby. You’re safe now.”

#top gun #top gun fan fic #top gun fan fiction #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun maverick fan fic #top gun maverick fan fiction #top gun maverick imagine #Bob floyd #bob floyd fan fic #bob floyd fan fiction #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd x reader #whumptober #no. 21 #you're safe now

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