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blingblong55 · 6 months

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My Love, Mine all mine -Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Based on a request:

"Broken men know who to love, but not how to love. Broken women know how to love, but not who to love." This is so Simon related 🥺🥺

---- F!Reader, fluff ----

A/N: Because he isn't always some tough masked solider, he is a man with wounds and a life beyond the battle field

It wasn't a shared feeling, he knew that well. You and he had stayed up and talked about a future like you had a clue. He knew your issues, love isn't what you want at times, you miss it, want it, but sometimes just at times, you can't give in to it, in fear of something greater that you don't know about. The smoke of his cigarette gave his not-so-secret hiding spot away. "Better not ask for my jumper again, doll," he knew you were there, knew those steps all too well. You chuckle, "You have to be some superhero," you sit beside him. He shrugs, "Just a mere mortal," he smiles. Silence between you two, speaking the words lips fail to say.

Simon knew you he was meant to love you, but not ever meant to show it. And just as he was about to speak, you rested your head on his shoulder. Classic way to ask for his jumper because you once again forgot your own. "No, not this time, I'm sick today," he excuses. "What if I get sick?" you ask and he chuckles. "You can never get sick darling, remember New Year's Day last year?"

It was cold, wind and snow surrounded you and he walked to you. The night died down rather quickly, lovers kissing inside as you walked in the snow. Thirteen years of knowing the other, he knew you too well, you want to avoid the romance, avoid the cliche and have something different, but not all can be unique. You know well, he knows too, you turn around, "Go back inside, Si, you'll get sick." He shakes his head. "What, you're telling me you won't take care of me, love?" He gets closer to you, a little pout as he gives you his puppy eyes. "Don't do that, Simon." He smirks. "Doing what, all I'm saying is, why not let me be here with you and just shit-talk all those people who might invite us to their baby showers?" You laugh. "I'm wearing blue," you comment he rolls his eyes. "No way you'll make me wear pink," he shakes his head. You ignore it, knowing a baby shower would come within nine to ten months from your friends.

He knows you. He just doesn't know if he can ever love you. In this world, a man like him isn't guaranteed a happy ending. Maybe a cut to the throat, death in a dark place, bullets blazing as his body takes its last breaths, that is a guaranteed end. Nothing in this world belongs to him, not even the knife he carries. "I almost got sick," you recall. "Keyword is almost," he looks at the skyline. "So, what is new?" he looks over to you. "Same old story." It was mad, to know he can be the man who loves you unconditionally. You could stab him in the back a million times and a million times he would thank you for doing it. Love works in different ways, his love is dark and deep but real. You could break his heart, expose him to the world, turn him into his enemy, kill him over and over, and each time, he would say he loves you.

It's a dark and twisted fairy tale to love him, but it's love that no one can take from him. He can tell you he loves you over and over, but you would still ask him if it was true. You can kiss him, care for him, hug him in days or nights when he is the most vulnerable, burn the world and watch it fall apart for him, only to have him think it's all foolery. One hug, one kiss, and he would still question what love is. The meaning displayed in your eyes, the feeling displayed in his gaze but neither are too brilliant to take a step and claim what the poets oh so need to see. You are conflicted, getting your heart broken over and over by many lovers, asking and crying to the starry nights what is so wrong with you.

Do you love too much, do you care too much? What if it's you and not them? What then? Simon, the cold stare to the passers and the soft gaze to you. R/N, the confused lover with issues and questions that one man's lips hold the answers to. One New Year's Day, one whisper of a truthful 'I love you,' two hearts, one bed, tears and promises. What makes love is not what others perceive it as. Not for a soldier, not for a civilian who questions all her love. At dinner with friends, questions were asked of when either would settle down like the others did, not knowing the answer was right at that table. Simon and R/N, are two complicated hearts that beat for one reason. To live. But those two words can be more than just a basic meaning.

One stormy night, knock on the door and he opens, shirtless and with hope. "Hi," your hoarse voice is too soft. He opens his arms and you run to them. Antidote, what a soldier like him found in that night when he promised he would be more than just a soldier but a man who loves a woman. A woman who cries in his arms as she gets heartbroken again. Boyfriends, thinking they are better than a true woman who all she wants to do is love and care. Something a soldier like him looks for in the dark. "They don't know what they lost, dear," he kisses the top of your head as he holds you close to him. He is done trying to find reasons to not love you.

You are tired of not finding enough excuses to call him home. Your home. His home. An embrace of a man who all he wants to do is protect the last thing on this earth to love him. It was a shared feeling, you both know that well. It is believed that since the creation of our universe, our galaxy, the dust that made us, always tries to find a way back to its other half. And, as he holds you close, two hearts, under one roof, he finds home, and you find home too. It's not about what piece is broken but what is still there. It's not about love or who or how to love.

Sometimes, love is not just a kiss, sex and a caress. Love is sometimes about waking up late morning, hair all messy, bodies tangled with the sheets and a burst of lazy laughter as you realise your lipstick is all over his face. Love is respect, honesty, trust, happiness, fun, and him, holding you near as he watches you cry over something small. Love is about being imperfect, flawed, broken and having the one you care for sit down, love you a little extra that day and watch as you fix yourself with his hand holding yours.

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wasawattpadkid · 1 year

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Housewife

Part - 9

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

The house was clean but it bothered you it wasn't cleaner. It had been almost a week since the murders. You didn't remember most of your time at the hospital. The doctors told you that you went into cardiac arrest due to trauma. Even your heart was over dramatic. You died for a few seconds but something somewhere decided you needed to be here. At least that's the way you liked to think of it. Friday was Sydney and Tatum's funeral. It was a hard thing to sit through especially seeing Dewy cry the way he did. There was a reason he lived through the murders, maybe it was the same one that kept you breathing.

Staying at home alone was slowly killing you and your dad saw it. In all honesty you couldn't believe he had agreed to letting Stu move in for a bit. Your dad barley let you leave the bed, scared you wouldn't heal properly. He had been taking care of you the best he could. Changing your bandages and whatnot. He had to go back to work soon and he didn't want you to be by yourself.

Stu had called you every night once he heard you left the hospital. He told you all about how his parents were back in town just to see the damage to the house. He didn't seem upset by the heartless fact but you knew it had to hurt worse than his stab wounds. Billy moved back in with his dad, that's what Stu had told you. Billy kept calling but for reasons unknown to him you never answered. Even if you did pick up the moment you heard his voice the phone would hit the receiver.

You heard a car pull in the driveway making your heart sink. Trying to convince your father to let you ride with him to pick up Stu was an impossible task. "You are not going outside with it being cold as hell. You better be glad I'm letting him come over here at all. End of discussion." It was aggravating sure but you couldn't argue with him.

"Boy who raised you?" Your dad snapped as he opened the front door. "Um no one really Sir." You dad dropped Stu's bags by the couch letting the boy walk inside. "That would explain it." Your eyes were wide hearing the hateful conversation. "What are you guys talking about?" Your dad hung his keys up on the hook leaving his coat on the rack beside the keys. "Your friend here thinks 21 Jump Street is better than Miami Vice." Stu shrugged while you bit your lip holding back a laugh and tears. The last time you saw him was at the funeral and you did get to speak to him then. "Is it alright if I give her a hug?" Stu looked at your dad then back at you.

"She's a grown woman ask her." Your dad may not act like it but he appreciated the boy's polite nature. "Can I hug you?" He held out his arms, his baggy sweater covering the wounds you knew littered his skin. "Get over here doofus." Your voice was shaky. A small wince left your lips as Stu squeezed you a little too tight. You weren't about to complain though. You were just happy he was here. Stu pulled away once your dad started talking. "I cleaned out the guest bedroom so you'll have a place to stay. Now I don't care if you two hang out in the same room but the doors in this house stay open." Stu nodded terrified of your dad.

"Understood Mr. L/n." Stu saluted and your dad just sighed. "Have you eaten yet kid?" Your friend barley remembered his middle name let alone the last time he ate. "No Sir." Mumbling under his breath your dad grabbed his coat and keys again. "I'm going to get pizza. Is he allergic to anything?" He asked pointing at Stu. "Soap maybe but that's about it." Stu poked your arm with a smile, happy you still act like your old self. Things were different no doubt but if you made it through death he was sure you two could fix whatever was broken. Your dad took off leaving the house to you two.

"21 jump street really? Man you've got a type." You joked but Stu stayed serious. "Have you talked to him?" By him he meant Billy. The last person you wanted to talk to or about. "No. We have nothing to talk about." The biggest understatement in the history of understatements. "You have plenty to talk about. You could say "Hey Billy does this look infected?" Ooh or "Billy did you ever think that haircut made you look like a ken doll?" You laughed so hard your side started to shoot pain throughout your abdomen.

Stu didn't know his own strength when it came to jokes. "Um here sit down." He grabbed your arm as his other hand rested on your lower back supporting you as you sat on the couch. "I'm fine. It does that sometimes." He looked down at you noticing the bags under your eyes and the sort of death warmed over look you were absolutely rocking. "Can I see it?" He said wanting to compare the damage. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." You winked at him but he just stared at you with concern. Slowly you peeled up your shirt showing off the gauze. "Jesus Christ it's so bruised." He curiously touched the tip of his finger to the discolored skin.

"Ah!" You screamed scaring him. He jerked his hand away as you held your side and laughed. He felt hurt for a second before pursing his lips, finally having a laugh. "I'm glad you're lightening up." You patted the seat next to you wanting him settle down for a bit. "I've just been really worried about you. You literally died." You could hear the sadness start to crack in his voice. "Hey, only for a few seconds. I'm a drama queen at heart." Stu smiled looking at the wall rather than you.

You grabbed his hand from his lap weaving your fingers with his. "It's going to be hard but we'll make it work. We'll start all over. Just us against the world." He wanted to imagine Billy here. He'd be on the other side of you just sitting, listening to you and Stu talk. The Billy you knew wasn't the Billy Stu had lived with for the past year. Sure he could be a self righteous asshole but behind closed doors he was caring in his own way.

"How is he?" You asked breaking the silence in the room. "He's good. He's going back to school tomorrow." The school had closed for a week out of respect for the people who lost their lives. Everyone had told you to take your time to heal and grieve before going back. It was a surprise to hear Billy would want to go back immediately. "Why?" Stu thought back to the long conversations he's had with his friend every night since he left the hospital. "He said he just wants to get back into a routine. At this point we're just trying to graduate."

It was a valid point. "What are you doing after graduation?" Before, Stu would've said party. But now he truly didn't know. "I guess go to college like everybody else." You didn't know it but your little speech really did a number on him. Not to mention the brush of death he experienced. "That's no fun." You pouted. The boy just shrugged. "Helps me blend in you know? Like you said when we first met." If Stu wanted his sequel he was going to have to work for it.

Lifting up your arms you cup his face turning him to face you. "Don't think you need to change Stu Macher." Now you were just confusing him. "You changed yourself for Billy and it worked. Why can't I be who you need me to be?" His voice was once again wobbly. "Because Stu I fell in love with the real you. The one that hits on anything with a pulse with no intention of following through. The real you that secretly loves girly shit but won't admit it in fear of your friends hating you for it." His lip quivered as tears built up on his waterline.

"If it wasn't for you this whole story line would've been much different. You gave me hope that this whole thing might just work out. You're my best friend, and before you get upset thinking I've friend zoned you. Just know that I love you with all my shitty heart." It was a little soon to be saying the word "love" but after helping murder people it was probably the least dramatic thing you could say. Stu lunged forward with the intention of kissing you. Instead his forehead collided with yours. You grabbed your head falling back from the force quickly holding your side which also started to pulse with pain. "I am so sorry." Stu said trying to check your forehead. "It's okay just give me a second everything is hurting."

If Billy was here Stu knew he'd take initiative. He'd grab your face making sure you weren't hurt and would somehow magically make the pain go away. But Stu wasn't Billy so he had to think of the next best thing. "What can I do to help?" He asked as you waited for the headache to stop. "Can you get the ice pack out of the freezer?" Now that he could do. He pulled open the fridge going straight for the ice box at the bottom. He grabbed the cute little plaid ice bag from the box and shut the door. "Here you go."

"Thanks." You held the bag on top of your head for a second as the cold helped alleviate the beginning of a migraine. Stu sat back down next to you watching you close your eyes. You really were one of the most beautiful girls he's ever seen. "Okay now if you promise not to beat me up you can have that kiss now." He carefully placed his lips on yours, smiling into the kiss. Stu pulled away wanting it just to be a cute little moment. "You didn't have to stop." You said giving him a weird look for the grin on his face. "I know. It's just... you actually smell terrible and I just couldn't go on much longer." You scrunched up your nose playfully smacking his good arm. Stu was back and you were glad to have him.

Your dad finally brought home the pizza noticing someone had already set the table. "Y/n I told you not to be-" He looked at you sitting on the couch with a magazine while Stu was fixing drinks. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked grabbing the last empty glass. "I didn't know you hired a maid Y/n." That boy was whipped and your dad knew it the moment Stu got in his car. "I didn't, he offered to help." You defended yourself and Stu backed you up.

"It's true. I just wanted to help is all." He wasn't lying but there was more to it. You weren't able to do the few things you loved to do. Having the table set and everyone's food ready was like a love language of yours. Stu was just happy to see you smile because of something he did. "I'll have tea." Your dad sat the pizza on the table as you walked over to Stu. "What do you want to drink?" Stu asked you once he sat down your dad's glass of tea. "I am perfectly capable of making my own drink." You protested but Stu was determined. "I know but I'm already up and making glasses so what would you like?"

You mumbled an answer as he filled your glass. "Thank you." He just smiled at you telling you to sit down. Once Stu sat down everyone started grabbing pieces. "What kind of music do you listen to?" Your dad asked Stu before taking a bite of his pizza. Stu swallowed the food in his mouth before he spoke. "I listen to what most people my age do. A bit of the Beastie Boys mixed with some Nirvana. Nine Inch Nails is pretty cool." Stu saw the unamused look on your dad's face. "That new Elvis record sure is groovy." Your friend's impersonation made you nearly choke on your food. Your dad even laughed which was a hard thing to get him to do.

"He sounds just like you." Your dad pointed towards you. "I do not sound like that." He raised his eyebrow as your mouth hung open. "You definitely sound like that." Stu said choosing to side with your dad rather than you. You shrugged taking a drink from your glass. Once the box was empty your dad folded it throwing it in the trash. "Thanks for dinner Mr. L/n." Stu said making your dad shake his head. "You're welcome kid." Finishing the rest of your drink you stood up not with a wince in pain. "Woah you need help?" Stu asked as he quickly stood up ignoring his own pain. "No I'm fine. I think I'm going to take a shower."

The room got quiet. Stu didn't know what all that entailed and your dad was simply waiting for Stu to make a wrong move. "Dad I'm going to need you to show him how to cover this so he can help when you go to work tomorrow." The boy next to you looked at you like you were crazy. The thought of you being half naked with him and your dad in the same room gave him the heebiejeebies. "Don't he know how to cover his own wounds?" Your dad asked thinking the whole demonstration thing seemed awkward. He didn't do awkward.

"Oh I've just been letting the stitches breath." Stu said nonchalantly. You gasped at the admission in shock. "Good God. Both of you get up stairs to her bathroom I can't believe I've gotta do this." Your dad cursed under his breath. You and Stu started up the stairs before you had a chance to scold him. "Let me see them." You went ahead and started pulling at his shirt. "Unhand me woman!" He yelled embarrassing you. He laughed as he made his way into your bathroom.

Your dad made his way into the bathroom bemused by you and Stu's thumb wrestling match. "Y/n come here." You stood with your arms up as far as you could bring them. He grabbed the hem of the shirt trying to pull it off without hurting you. By this point he had the technique down. Stu cringed just thinking about what was under the bandage. Billy had told him what you did and how you did it. When you hit that wall the blade had curved going diagonally into your skin. They said it was a wonder it didn't go out the other side.

Stu had cuts on his arm and different sized cuts all over his abdomen. Some of which broke the skin on his back. You crossed your arms over your bra concealing what was already covered. "Can you get your shirt off by yourself?" Your dad asked his parental mode on. "Um yeah." Stu said getting up off the edge of the tub and slowly peeling off his shirt. "Jesus Christ boy." You covered your mouth seeing his blood stained tank top. "What?"

"That crazy son of a bitch sure did a number on you." He said looking Stu up and down. "I don't go down easy." He laughed not truly understanding how depressing the sight was to see. "You don't have to tell me that. Do you need help taking of the wife beater?" You mentally face palmed at his words. Stu started to peel the shirt off but his skin was stuck to it. "Ow fuck!" Stu cursed forgetting about your dad in the room. "I'm so sorry."

"How long have you had that shirt on?" Stu thought about it for a second. "Since last night." He really was helpless. "Get in the tub." Your dad sighed but he couldn't be mad at Stu. You told him about his family or rather the lack there of. Stu taught himself everything he knows so he's simply doing all he knows how to do. "Excuse me?" Stu asked not sure if he heard him right. "Y/n get me a warm wet rag." Your dad practically pushed Stu into the bathtub. What Stu failed to realize was that the fabric of the tight tank top had bonded to the fresh scab each stab wound had. If he just torn it off it would rip the scabs off leaving him bleeding again with the risk of infection. If he didn't already have one by now.

"Here hold the rag on each of your cuts to soften up the scabs." Stu did as told trusting that your dad knew what he was doing. "Now let's get this done really quickly. You watching?" Stu looked over at you as you smiled down at him all scrunched up in the bathtub. Even with your dad present it was an oddly intimate moment. "Take off all the tape and gauze. Throw it away, any time we take off the bandage it goes in the trash. Even if it looks clean." Stu nodded along mentally taking notes. He looked at your stitches noticing they didn't look near as bad as his. The bruising was absolutely horrendous but the wound itself looked great.

"Clean it with warm water only. Don't use alcohol or anything like that." Stu starred blankly regretting his previous actions. "If you did don't worry, I'm surprised you tried to clean it at all." You wanted to tell your dad to be nicer but you honestly agreed with him. He took a different wet rag wiping your side gently. "That doesn't hurt?" Stu asked worried about you. "Actually it's not that bad after awhile. It's mainly when I raise my arm to take of my shirt that it pulls the skin and hurts."

"After it's clean put some Neosporin on it and you cover it back up. Since she is taking a shower though I'll have to tape a piece of plastic over the bandages. Make sense?" It made sense but Stu knew he'd forget most of it. "How will I take a shower?" He asked your dad. The boy had been living without bandages since the hospital. He didn't know you needed to do all this extra work and his parents sure didn't ask if he needed help. "Honestly I think you'll just have to get a wash cloth and wash off for the next couple of days."

You saw the discouraged look on Stu's face. He was almost too cute to be a murderer. "Don't worry. We got each other's backs right?" You asked him dragging him from thought. "Of course." You and your dad slowly started peeling Stu's tank top off. You apologized every time he winced or cursed in pain. "Well now you'll learn not to do that again." Your dad said as he threw the ruined shirt in the garbage. The wounds on his pale skin were an angry red meaning he was probably starting to get an infection. Your dad helped clean each wound and after awhile everyone was making jokes.

He placed the last piece of medical tape down making sure he got all of the wounds. "That's the last of them I think. Now let's go get you a shirt on and let her take a shower." Stu slowly got out of the bathtub taking his sweater out of the bathroom with him. Your dad was just about to walk out before you hugged him. "Thank you. You don't know how much this means to me." He was starting to understand why you needed that boy over. "You'd be surprised." Your dad said as he left the room.

The shower was quick and careful. Making sure to avoid the new bandages at all cost. Once you got out and dried off you peeled the plastic layer off of your side, throwing it in the trashcan. You opened up your closet deciding to put on a robe because you struggled with shirts. You walked down stairs to tell everyone good night when you saw both Stu and your dad passed out on the couch. Your friend was curled up with his head on the chair arm, using it as a makeshift pillow. While your dad sat with his arms crossed and head back. You walked towards the TV set turning it off with a click.

"I was listening to that." Your dad mumbled. "Yeah I bet. Go to bed you've got work tomorrow and Stu. Stu?" You called his name slowly shaking him awake. His eyes were wide with confusion. That nap must have been deep. "Hey hun I'm going to bed. Your bed is already made up and everything." Stu barley understood a word you said. "I'll make sure he gets to bed and stays in it. Goodnight sweetheart." Your dad said as he kissed your forehead. You just smiled. "Night dad, love you." You said as he returned it. "Love you too."

Part 10

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spacebarbarianweird · 4 months

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May I request an addition to the growing pile of Astarion bath fics? I feel like I've read all the ones on AO3 but I still want moooorreee!!!

It could be set right after the graveyard scene, and have tav washing his hair, rubbing his shoulders, helping him relax, all that cute shit.

I'm cool with it being fluff or smut. Ideally both. Preference is for a generic tav with AFAB anatomy.

Can't wait to see whatever you come up with!!

Sincerely,

Your favorite slutty songstress 😘

Synopsis: After the graveyard date, you take Astarion with you to bath.

Thanks @tragedybunny for beta-reading!

Tags: fluff, tooth-rotting, aftercare after the graveyard date

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The night is intoxicating, and so is freedom.

Astarion sits up and shakes off the soil from his silver curls. Maybe, a graveyard wasn't the best place for an unplanned act of passion, after all.

You move beside him and give out a yawn. Your naked body looks divine in the moonlight.

So that is what people are supposed to feel when they have sex? Be fully present, not having to perform?

He chuckles. And he considered himself experienced…

No. It doesn't count. Forced sex. His victims. Acts of torture disguised in lovemaking. Even that night on the meadow. It doesn't count. It doesn't matter.

You sit up, placing your chin on his shoulder. He doesn't say anything, doesn't move, afraid it's all a dream.But it's not. This whole day wasn't a dream.

Cazador's body at his feet. Your voice: "Astarion, please, don't do that!" Bleeding wounds on his back.

Revenge.

Twenty-six stabs before the vampire lord is finally dead. Astarion thought he would cheer when it happened. But there was only numbness. Pain. Exhaustion.

When it was all over, Astarion fell on his knees, weeping and mourning.You didn't try to hug him, to touch him. If you did, he would snap at you and say something he would regret.

But you simply approached him with his own shirt in your hands and helped to put it on. You brought the rest of his clothes and armor, helping him to dress,in silence.

Then, you took his hand and never let it go. You left the dungeons together. If you didn't take his hand, he would have just stayed frozen in the middle of everything

But you were there. For him.

When the companions started asking what had happened in the mansion and why Astarion looked so beaten, you shut them all up, telling them to leave him alone.

You gave him space too, saying, you would be in the tavern so if he felt like talking he knew where to find you.

At first, he just sat on his bed staring in the distance, ignoring whatever was going on around him. A few hours later, when Astarion finally came to terms with what happened, he took you to his grave.

I love you. I want you. I want this freedom with you.

You wrap your hands around him. "How are you feeling, my love?"

"Never felt better" Astarion kisses your nose.

How could he be so stupid a mere day ago? Desiring power that would destroy him? Doubting you? Manipulating you?

He could lose it all in a blink of an eye.

You kiss his cheek and Astarion feels tears pricking his eyes."Listen, I'd suggest we go back before we are arrested for lewd conduct. I want to spend the rest of the night in bed, not in a cell."

Gods, you are so beautiful. Especially covered in sweat and dirt (and his release between your thighs).

He kisses you and feels your hardened nipples against his chest. Astarion would take you once again if he wasn't so exhausted after this long day. But what if you expect this? He rarely had sex with the same person more than once, and can hardly tell what he needs to do next.

Do you want to repeat when you are back in the tavern? How often will you want him inside you?

"Hey, Little Star, don't float away too far." You caress his cheek. "I love you."

If he was alive, his heart would skip a beat. "Yes, you are right... We need to go back. Damn, we look like we've been robbing graves!"

"And whose fault is this Astarion?" You laugh while putting your clothes on.

He pulls up his trousers and tucks the shirt.

"Hey, who is there? If someone is fucking on graves again, I swear - "

"This is a guardian! Let's go!" you push Asatrion a bit and, laughing, you leave the graveyard.

The inn is empty except for the tavern innkeeper, who glances with a slight hint of disapproval. "Were you two robbing graves?"

"Yeah, sort of," you scratch your scalp.

Astarion is ready to go upstairs to fall onto his bed but you stop him.

"Where are you going?

"To sleep?"

"Like this? Astarion, you aren't a slave in the kennels anymore. You need to take care of yourself. Hey, we need a bath!"

The innkeeper sighs. "I’ll get it ready. A big one, I suppose?"

"Yep. One very big and hot wooden bathtub!"

Astarion sits on the bench. The dirty shirt itches, and he also feels soil in his trousers and pants. "One? But about you? I think you need a bath, too."

"Mm-hmm."

When the bath is finally ready, you close the door and undress yourself once again. Astarion hesitates. Suddenly, he feels very vulnerable.

"You want us together… in there?"

"Yes. Oh… I am sorry. You don't want to?"

"I - I don't know" This is ridiculous. You saw him naked at least twice, why does the idea of undressing now scare him so much?

You approach him and put your hands on his shoulders. "I want you to bathe. You need to wash it all away. The dirt, the sweat, the blood. If you aren't comfortable with me by your side, it's ok. I will come when you finish. If you don't know, it's also fine. I will leave once you feel off, ok?"

Astarion slowly takes the clothes off. The hot air makes him feel like he is going to lose consciousness,

Avoiding looking at your eyes, he steps into the hot water. You giggle.

"Relax! You are safe! No one will ever harm you again."

But he can't. He doesn't understand what to do next. He doesn't perform, he doesn't act and it scares him. Astarion presses the knees to his chest as if he was cold.

You sit on the edge of the tub, and carefully touch his cheek."Can I join?"

Hells, what do you want from him?

"My love, if you want to have another round, we can do it in bed. Why all this prelude?"

You give out a laugh in answer

Shit, did he do something wrong? He won't bear it if you suddenly get angry and leave him like that.

"Astarion, it's not a prelude, and I don't want the second round. I can't shut my legs properly, give me a break. It's called aftercare."

"After - what?"

You submerge your legs under the water. "It wouldn't be nice of me to leave you all alone. Come on, let me bathe you. Besides, we are both extremely dirty right now."

He nods, and you immediately make him sit between your legs."Let's start with your hair."

A small bucket of water splashes above him, making his hair wet. You start massaging his scalp, gently touching the tips of his ears.

"Lean forward a bit, please." He obeys. "Yes, much better. You have such lovely curls. Soft like silk. You know, I love being a small spoon, because I can bury my nose in them."

Astarion presses his knees even tighter. The whole situation is … surrealistic. He's just had the first and best sex in his memory, and now the same person, who literally dragged him from hell, is washing his body as if he is an innocent child, not an "elven prostitute" with a broken and dirty soul.

And to make it even more dream-like you kiss his cheek."You are so strong, so brave. I am so proud of you." You kiss his jawline and massage his hair, making sure it's all clean of dirt and blood."I am so happy I have you, Astarion." You murmur.

You splash away the soap off of his hair, take a sponge, and start rubbing his arms and shoulders as if trying to wash away all the nonconsensual touches. Another kiss, on the nape of his neck. "Are you still here?"

"Yes," he squeezes out the word.

Your fingers brush softly over his chest. Then you pull him forward a bit to get full access to his back. He shudders.

No, not scars. Don't touch them.

"Astarion? Can I wash your back?"

He hides his face in his palms. Nothing bad will happen if you do. Nothing…

"I will stop if you feel bad, ok? I won't hurt you."

He nods, and he feels the first stroke. Then another. And yet another. You hum something while washing his back with the same sponge you used for his hands.

From time to time you stop to kiss his skin. Or to rub your breasts along his spine.What kind of intimacy is that? Somehow, it's not sexual. It's warm and tender and he feels like melting.

"I love you, my sweet Little Star."

And then he can't take it anymore. Astarion bursts in tears. His body trembles as if the water was freezing cold.

You immediately take your hands off."Astarion?"

He weeps, muttering something indecipherable.

He feels so loved. So cared for, so protected.

"No, don't - please…."

"I am not doing anything" your voice sounds worried . "I can leave if you want."

The idea of being alone forces Astarion to look back at you."Don't you dare. Please, do this thing again."

"Ok then. But you tell me if it's too much."

"Too much?" he chuckles. "Darling, there is never too much from you"

"So, you are back to normal, Astarion?"

"I've not gone anywhere."

You both loudly laugh, and he finally relaxes, putting his head on your chest, and you rest your back on the wall of the bathtub.

You lie together like that for eternity. Lazily, you wash his stomach and chest with a sponge, meanwhile Astarion suddenly finds comfort in drawing invisible circles on your knee cap with his thumb.

"Thank you," he mutters.

You kiss his forehead, and he feels like crying again."You know, if this is what you want to happen after we have sex, I absolutely don't mind" he grins.

"It doesn't have to be connected with lovemaking, Astarion. We can do it just like that, because we want."

You tug him tighter, and he can feel your heartbeat. It's so close he can mistake it for his own.

And then, he can't stay like that anymore.

He frees himself of your hands, turns around and kisses you, cupping your cheeks."I want to do the same to you." he mutters.

"You don't have to. It's not an exchange."

Not an exchange… Another strange concept. He felt so good, why don't you expect to get the same treatment?

"I-I want to do this."

"Promise me, you aren’t doing this because you think you owe me."

"Stop resisting and turn around."

You put your chin and your arms onto the edge of the bathtub, baring your back.

Astarion takes the sponge and rubs your skin with it.

His.

You are his. And he is yours. The idea of belonging doesn't trigger him as much as he thought it would. Unable to resist, he starts planting kisses all over your back.

So beautiful, so brave, so kind.

He pulls you to himself, getting access to your breasts and using the soap to clean their skin.

Astarion hesitates once his fingers get to your hair but before he manages to think about anything up you have mercy on him and simply submerge under the water returning back in a second.

He gently washes your head making sure the graveyard earth doesn't stick to it anymore.Then, once he knows there is nothing more to clean, he just hugs you, feeling the tears pricking his eyes once again.

For some reason, his body doesn't feel dirty anymore - as if you scrubbed his past away.

Yes, you did it. He is new. He is innocent. He is redeemed. Nothing will ever change it.

Later, you lie together in your shared bed, too small for two people, legs and hands intertwined.

"I want to remember this" he whispers once you find a position comfortable for you both.

You mumble something in the crook of his neck falling asleep. Astarion tugs you closer, listening to your soothing breathe and heartbeat.

Yes, he can get used to all this.

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lovifie · 4 months

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Her Royal Highness Pt.3

Masterlist

Prologue — Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3

You should feel bad about your father's passing. Just a couple of days ago you stab yourself trying to save him, but now? Now you are drinking beer with Farah in the middle of the town surrounded by hundreds of people who are celebrating that your father is dead. So maybe it is not the better place to mourn him.

Ever since your mother passed he never really cared for you, relying on the maids and Laswell to raise you, the governess to train you to be a princess and Farah to teach you what a friend is.

But still, you should feel bad he got killed.

He got killed by unknown people he let inside his house by the pretext of marrying you to one of them. And he got poisoned because he trusted them to drink what they got him. And those people got there because your father offered your hand in marriage without asking you before.

But still, you should feel bad he got killed.

But the music makes you want to dance, so you dance.

You dance with Farah, the kind girl working behind the bar who gave you beer, his kind father, and everyone who seems kind enough.

The money you brought with you is still safely kept in your pocket because when you got here you realized they were not even charging for the drinks or the food or anything, the celebration being too big to care about the benefits.

So you take advantage of it and drink and eat and dance as much as you can without thinking. Being the first time you have ever had this much fun, being way too young to enjoy the last party you were ever invited to. Not that you are invited to this one, but still, nobody seems to mind.

But your inexperience in life ends up showing its ugly face when you realise that you have not seen Farah in who knows how long. And suddenly the music is too loud, the people are too close and you are not drunk enough to enjoy.

You try to scream Farah’s name in hopes she will hear you and come to your rescue, but of course, she can’t hear you.

People next to you start to look at you funny, surprised to hear somebody shrieking suddenly and that's when you remember that you are not supposed to be here. Let alone being on your own, without protection surrounded by people celebrating your dead father.

You try to move back to where you last saw Farah, feeling too exposed to everybody and trying not to panic. You see the girl you danced with first and your hopes go up thinking you may find Farah close to her, but those hopes get crushed when an arm snakes around your waist pulling you back.

You ignore the pain in your wound and fight to keep walking against the mysterious person’s arm, but it is futile and soon you are being moved and turn to face the person.

A familiar pair of blue eyes met you and you see the brown furrow when they noticed your distressed expression.

“Hey, what's wrong, lass?” Soap says looking at you without moving his arm around your middle. You sigh in relaxation and jump in his arms hugging in relief of feeling safe. “Easy, easy. What’re ye doin’ here? You alone?”

You quickly shake your head looking up at him. “I’m with Farah but I got away and I cannot find her!”

“Okay, okay. Let me find Gaz, then we look for yer friend, sounds good?” He asks holding your face with both his hands indulging your whole skull. You nod as much as you can and feel his shoulder shake as you hear a familiar voice over the sound.

“You found yourself a little something to play with, Soap?” Kyle asks laughing loudly but quickly changes expression to one of confusion and concern. Soap smirks looking at Kyle and lets go of your face and goes back to keeping a hand on your back. Kyle looks for a second at Soap and looks back at you before screaming. “What the fuck are you doing here?!”

“I don't know! You scream back at Kyle feeling tears pricking at your eyes. “I wanted to see the party but got lost!” You say wailing at the end grabbing Soap's arm.

“Okey, okey. Calm yourself.” Says Soaps laughing while Kyle starts to run his hands through his hair. “Ye too, Gaz!”

“Calm down?!” Kyle asks and gets closer to Soap so he doesn't have to talk as loud. “The fucking princess is having a fucking mental breakdown in the middle of the town, Soap.”

“Yeah, and nobody gives a shit.” Soap answers pointing around to illustrate that the people around are not paying attention while he tries to comfort you by caressing your back. “And she is not having a mental breakdown, she is drunk, aren't ye, love?”

They both look at your face as you dry your tears with the back of your hand and shake your head. “I’m not drunk…” Soap raises an eyebrow at you. “Just a little.” You say hiccuping half for crying and half for the alcohol.

“Okay, that's okay. Everything is fine.” Kyle says, and you don't know if he is saying it to you or himself. “We are going to take you back to the castle.” He says and you quickly shake your head. “Why not?”

“I need to find Farah, I came with her.” You say looking around and Soap tenses his arm taking you closer to him to make sure you don't run away.

“Fine, let's look for her together, hm?” Soap says smiling. “But no more cryin’. How does Farah look?”

You give them a quick description of her and start to look around for her. Everyone around is still dancing, pushing each other (you remain untouched by Soap’s arm still around your middle), but still you hear a faint voice calling your name. You twist your head in the direction and find her across the river of people.

“Farah!” You scream back once you see her and make a run for it getting off Soap’s grab. You make your way through the people and once you are close enough you jump into Farah's arm.

“You idiot!” She says lovingly as she hugs you back. “I was worried sick, I was already thinking how I was going to have to tell everyone you have been kidnapped.”

Kyle and Soap make their way to the both of you eventually and you hear Soap's voice “Hey, don't run away like that, ye sneaky shit.” He says and tries to grab your arm but Farah pulls you quickly putting herself in between you and the knights. “Don't touch her! Who the fuck are you?!”

Soap puts his hands up looking at Farah with an amused expression on his face. “No, wait, Farah. They are my…” Your what? “They are the prince’s knights.” You correct yourself quickly looking at her

“...oh. OH.” She says looking from you to them. “Oh, that explains the…” She motions to her hands moving them up and down. “The being built like that.”

“Well, thank you.” Says Soap smirking at her, being interrupted by a slap to the shoulder by Kyle. “What was that for?”

“We need to take the drunk princess back to the castle, remember?” He ask looking a bit exasperated.

“But I don't want to go back!” You reply, feeling more at ease now that Farah is next to you. “I wanna keep dancing!”

“And I want to keep my head connected to my body.” Says Kyle bending down to be face to face with you with a mocking expression on his face.

“Yeah, but who's the monarch and who's the knight?” You reply, putting your fists on your waist and raising your chin.

A beat of silence goes between the four of you before Soap barks a laugh holding back Kyle as he mumbles. “Listen up, you little brat.”

“Easy, easy, Gaz.” Says Soap still laughing loudly. “How about… we keep on the party for a bit more and then we take ye back, ye go to yer room and we act as if this night never happened?” He said stretching his hand to you.

You shake his hand quickly and say: “Was already planning on it.” You smile widely at him and turn back to Farah pulling her hand. “Dance with me!”

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“Where is fucking Pumpkin?” You say slurring walking first, followed by Kyle.

“Focus, we are looking for your horse.” He says, just as hammered as you.

Farah and you got to the party by horse, and the stable was almost empty when you got there. Now, hours later and with many more horses, finding any of the two was quite harder.

“Pumpkin is the horse.” You say looking at him. “White horse, grey crine, brown eyes, tall.”

“Why is the white horse called pumpkin?” He asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“Because I was four when I named him and haven't seen a pumpkin before.” You answer chuckling drunkenly until you see the horse and run to it.

You called for Farah and Soap who were also looking for them and once you are all reunited you undo the knots keeping the horses still.

“How did you two get here? Didn't bring any horses?” Farah asks as the group begins to walk.

“We came down with the church workers, and we stayed here.” Soap answers walking along. “Gaz and I will walk up, you two get going.”

“Nonsense, get up on the horse.” You say standing next to the horse and trying to get your feet on stirrup but feeling unsure of your balance. You look up at Kyle and pull softly off his sleeve. “Can you help me please?”

He looks down at you smiling shaking his head and puts his hands on your waist hoisting you up the horse with ease.

Farah gets up her horse as well and helps Soap to sit behind her. You look at Kyle and motion him with your head to get up as well.

Once he is sitting behind you, he puts his hands again on your waist and pulls you against him pressing his chest with your back. His strong arms around your sides and his thighs pressed against yours make it hard to breathe for a second, obviously not being used to being close to men all your life.

You hold the reins of the horse trying to think with your brain and not your body, and look at Farah and Ghost to see if they are ready. You notice them exchanging a look with a tiny smile on their faces and you spur on the horse to start making your way up the castle.

“Why does Soap call you Gaz?” You ask after a while to Kyle who’s resting his chin on top of your head with his eyes closed.

“´s my surname. Garrick shorted.” He answers without opening his eyes.

“And why are you called Soap? What's your real name?” You ask pointing at him.

“Name’s Johnny. Soap’s the nickname, easier to show than to explain.” He says smiling. “Ye’ll see eventually.”

You nod your head as if that excuse of an explanation made any sense and look at Farah who is also looking at you.

“Wanna race?” You ask grinning mischievously and instead of answering she directly spurs on the horse starting to run.

You make your way to the castle on record time, making it just a couple of seconds before Farah and Soap. “You are crazy!” Kyle exclaims behind you still holding tight to you to prevent him from falling off the horse.

Farah and Soap jump off the horse laughing when she arrives. Farah goes to put the horse away on the stable and Soap walks to you to help you down. He puts his hands around your waist to hoist you down the horse while you put your hands on his shoulder.

Kyle gets done beside you and hands the horse’s reins to Farah. “Now, to bed.” He tells you. “Before anyone realizes you were gone.”

“Don't worry, Gazzy.” You say patting his shoulder. “No one will know.”

You wave goodbye to Farah and make your way inside the castle with both the knights behind you.

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“Princess.” A whisper next to you appears. “Princess.” And a hand on your shoulder wakes you up. “Princess, wake up. You already missed breakfast, Laswell said you need to eat nicely so the wound heals faster.”

Finally, you open your eyes and look around, coming face to face with Allisa, who looks at you worried.

“Are you okay, your majesty? I knocked this morning but you didn't answer, sorry for coming into your room like this but I got worried.”

“Yeah, yeah. I'm fine, don't worry.” You get up slowly, feeling your vision blur a bit because of the movement and you finally stand up.

Allisa helps you get dressed, tying the sage colour corset at the back over the pale green dress. It is made of a silk-like material, it has long sleeves that widen at your hands and it reaches almost the floor, just short enough so it doesn't drag.

You take your time to brush your hair, making sure there isn't any knot left and use a silver barrette decorated with flowers to tie some of your hair in the back to keep it out of your face.

Once satisfied, you make your way to the dining room. The Sun Room being used only for breakfast. By the time you enter, the four men that have seized the palace, are already seated.

“Good afternoon, Princess. It looks like you had trouble sleeping last night.” The King says smiling behind his cup once you make eye contact with him.

“Good afternoon, your majesty. First night as an orphan kept me awake.” You answer looking back with a fake smile. The resentment towards the king is still too latent to avoid confrontation.

“Well, I think you are already grown enough to not be called an orphan. You are getting married soon after all.” The king answers.

Cough

First bite in the day, and you are already choking. The breath intake you took as a surprise for the marriage news made the bite go down too soon.

“Married soon? How soon?” You managed to ask between coughs.

“As soon as all the preparatives are ready.” He answers.

Soap presents a glass of water in front of you, which you gladly take to try and finally get the food down.

“Do I not get a say in any of it?” You ask the king once you manage.

He keeps eating, without breaking eye contact with you. You almost ask again when he says: “You can choose your dress.”

…

“Excuse me?” You ask furrowing your eyebrows. “I did not mean about the preparatives. I mean about the whole… thing.” You say moving your hands around signaling your surroundings. “I have already accepted that there is no way I'm getting out of this, but I still held hope that maybe there would be room for discussion about some things.”

“Well, you thought wrong.” He says smirking and a snort scapes his nose.

This is just a joke for him, you just got your life ruined, and the cause of it is laughing at you.

“That's not fair!” You say standing up suddenly, causing some of the dishes to clink around startling both of the knights.

“No one said it was. Life is not fair.” The king answered going back to eat.

“Don't say that as if it was not you the one that is making it unfair. You are just actively choosing to make it worse!” You scream. The indifference with which he looks at you makes you feel like you are a little kid asking for dessert and not a woman asking for basic human rights.

“Calm down, kid. Sit down, eat, go to your room and calm down. You want me to talk to you like an adult, behave like one.” He says as he finishes his plate and stands up. He walks up to you, and when he is face to face with you (well, your face to his chest) he puts both hands on your shoulder and pushes you down to sit you down. He bends so he is levelled to your ear and says: “And stop acting like a brat.”

You remain seated, with your hands on the table and wait until you hear the door close; signalling that he left the room and you wipe your head to look at Soap.

“Am not a brat!” You say crossing your arms.

“You act like one.” Says Gaz sitting opposite to Soap. “Why are you always fighting? Why can't we have a nice lunch?”

“Well, I’m sorry for interrupting your eating with my will to live” You answer Gaz trying to lighten the mood when a deep voice interrupts you.

“Now you want to live?” The Prince, who is sitting next to Gaz speaks up for the first time since you entered. “You know, getting married to a stranger was not on my list either.”

He stands up as well and follows his father out of the room. Before you can manage to say anything back, he is gone.

You look back to the knights that stay seated looking at you with amused expressions on their faces.

“You find it hilarious don't you?” You ask them both crossing your arms again while huffing, exhausted with the conversation even though you barely exchanged a couple of words.

“It definitively is better than before, more entertained that's for sure.” Says Kyle chuckling while he leans back on his chair.

“I know I have been pulling at the king’s nerves, and I’m going to work on that. There is just something on me that makes me want to hit him whenever he opens his mouth.” You say grabbing the fork to make a show of your emotion, and then you put it back down. “But… I’ll work on it. Get him to like me, hell, the two of you are already enamoured of me.”

“Okay, okay. hold on.” Says Soap laughing. “First o’ all, trust me the King an’ the Prince will be a hundred times worse than us. An’ secon’, who says we are enamoured of ye?”

“Well, you are still sitting with me, aren't you?” You say trying to look secure on yourself, but you know they can see right through your fear of having them all as enemies. They exchange a look between them, Soap shakes his head smiling and you take it as a win. “But really, how can I do it? I want them to take me into account.”

“Hm… ye can start by being a bit nicer to them.” Soaps begins to say.

“Take some interest in the kingdom affairs, you want to be treated as the next queen you have to work as the next Queen.” Kyle continues.

“Show them, they can trust you. That you are more of an asset than a liability.” Soap concludes.

You nod your head taking in all the information and begin to form a plan in your head. As soon as you finish your lunch, you leave the room and go to the King bed chambers.

You knock on the door and enter when you hear a “C’min” from inside. When you enter, the King is sitting at his desk taking take of some documents and you walk up until you are right in front of him, only with the desk in the middle.

“I wanted to apologise.” You admit, swallowing every bit of pride in yourself. “I should have screamed at you or spoken to you the way I did, and I will make sure it doesn't happen again.”

He nods at your words, taking a puff of his pipe and says: “Very well, seems you are not as spoiled as I was fearing. Everything is alright, child, I accept your apologies, you can leave”

You still think for a second, maybe too short before you speak again. “I would still like to be taken more seriously. I know I have not been on my best behaviour, but as the soon-to-be Queen I know there are duties that I would be required to do and I want to prove that I will be able to do them perfectly fine.”

The king looks at you from his chair, with something close to amusement in his eyes and nods. “Fine, you want Queen duties? Get ready, then. We are leaving tomorrow, I was going to let you stay while we visited the villages close by to announce the wedding, but since you are so willing to work, you will come with us. I’ll make a lot more sense as well, so, everyone wins. Even Simon, I’m sure he will be delighted to hear he has to share the carriage with you.”

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vioartemis · 1 year

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Falling for her (part 2)

(ghostface! Tara Carpenter x fem! reader)

Summary: After months of dating Tara, you find out she killed people, dressed in a Ghostface costume. Looks like you have a type... Part 1 || Part 2 Warnings: blood, injuries, death, angst (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

It has been five months since you and Tara started dating. Everything was perfect. You dates, the time you spent together, her. It was as if you were living in a dream.

It was rare to see one without the other, you were constantly on each other, cuddling, holding hands, or kissing. Which annoyed your friends, but you didn't care. You were happy with Tara, and hoped it would last.

Even with the recent murders that occurred, you weren't too affected.

Unfortunately, Tara wasn't with you right now, she had to go to the library to study, and you were bored. You thought you might study too, but you couldn't find your notes. Then you remembered where they were.

It was night, and the streets were dark and empty. You shouldn't be outside with a killer on the loose, but you really needed these damn sheets of paper. If only she didn't forget to give them back to you during the day...

A few days ago, you let one of your classmates, Ava Bennett, borrow your notes so she could complete hers. She wasn't supposed to keep them a whole week.

When you arrived at her house, you were surprised to find the door slightly opened, as if someone forgot to close it. You pushed it hesitantly, not wanting to see things you were not supposed to.

The first thing you saw was how messing the house was. Everything was upside down, vases broken on the floor. Suddenly, you heard a sound of broken glass coming from the kitchen.

Without thinking twice, you ran in that direction - dumb decision - only to be met with the sight of Ava's bloody form on the floor. You let out a horrified scream, before realizing she was not alone in the room.

The killer looked at you through his Ghostface mask, tilting his head slightly. You took the taser Sam forced you to carry out of your bag with shaky hands.

Fortunately, the killer ran away, probably thinking you were not alone.

A sudden movement made you jump. It was Ava. She wasn't dead! You let the taser fall to the ground, getting on your knees beside her, applying pressure on her wounds to stop the bleeding with one hand, taking your phone with the other.

You dialed 911.

"Please I need help! M-my friend has been stabbed she's bleeding!" you said as soon as someone picked up, tears in your eyes

"Miss, calm down, what happened exactly?"

"We don't have time for that! She's going to die if you don't come!"

You didn't listen to what the man said to you, quickly giving him the address before putting your phone down and put both of your hands to better use.

You grabbed a towel on the counter and applied more pressure on the bleeding wounds.

"I-it's gonna be okay.. I called 911... they'll be here quickly..." you said, in an attempt to comfort the girl.

Or maybe you were trying to convince yourself everything would be okay.

When the ambulance arrived, followed by the police, your hands and jeans were soaked with the girl's blood. She was still alive, you could feel it.

Some ladies helped you getting up, and led you to the back of an ambulance to see if you were hurt. A police officer then came so you could tell him what happened.

The rest happened really fast; they took your phone and called Sam, registered as the person to call in case of emergency, they told you they would need to keep it as an "evidence". Then Sam arrived.

She talked with a police officer, looking at you with worried eyes, before they finally let her pick you up.

She was about to hug you, but you stopped her, holding your hands in front of you.

"I wouldn't want to ruin your clothes..."

When you finally got home, Tara was waiting for you in the living room. She got up the second she heard the door.

"Y/n! Are you okay??"

She didn't wait for your answer and hugged you tight. The warmth of her body made you feel a little better.

"I have to see my therapist, can you take care of her while I'm gone?"

"You can go.. I'll be fine..." you said before Tara could answer

Sam nodded, still worried, before leaving.

"C'mon, let's clean you up.."

You both went to the bathroom, where Tara helped you take the blood off your hands, before giving you a new pair of jeans and throw the blood stained one.

Then, you headed to your room. You got under the covers, feeling safe with the blanket on you, while Tara sat beside you on the bed, stroking your hair gently.

She placed a soft kiss on your lips.

"You want to talk about it...?"

There was not much to say, as you arrived too late. You told her what you saw, Ava, stabbed several times, laying on the floor of her kitchen.

"He looked at me... he looked at me, and when I took the taser... he just- he ran away..."

"Don't worry, the police will catch this fuckhead soon. We already survived two Ghostface, we can survived one more, don't you think?"

"Yeah, I hope so.."

Then it hit you.

"... How do you know it was Ghostface...?"

You looked at her, sitting up in your bed. She stayed silent.

"Tara, how to do you it was Ghostface...?" your voice broke on the last words

"Y/n I-"

"Answer me."

"..."

That silence said everything. You couldn't hold back your tears.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me..."

"I'm sorry! You weren't supposed to learn it like that... I-"

"I'm not doing that. Not again."

"I- I never would've hurt you I'm not-"

"The last person who said that tried to stab me five minutes later."

"I know but you have to believe me! I love you so much... I would never lay a hand on you-"

"Get out."

"No Y/n please listen..! She wasn't a good person, she-"

"Tara. Get. Out."

The look in your eyes hurt her. You didn't care. You got up. She took a step back, looking at you with teary eyes.

"Y/n please..."

"Get the fuck out of my room."

Without her realizing it, you made her walk out. You slammed the door shut as soon as her back hit the bathroom wall, locking it from inside.

You sat in the opposite corner, knees against your chest, face buried in your arms. Tara was banging on your door, trying to talk to you. You could hear the despair in her voice, the guilt.

But you couldn't do this again.

You covered your ears with your hands, head resting on your knees, tears flooding down your cheeks.

When the door opened, she stopped trying. You didn't hear anything for a solid five minutes, before someone, probably Sam, knocked on your door.

"Please go away..." your voice was low and broken

No one else tried to talk to you after that.

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You spent the next three weeks avoiding everyone, especially Tara. You still couldn't believe your sweet girlfriend killed Ava. Maybe she killed the others too. You weren't sure of anything at this point.

Despite all your efforts, one night, Sam managed to catch you in the kitchen, while you were grabbing some food.

"I'm worried about you... you don't talk to anyone, you almost don't eat... What happened that night...?"

"..."

"Y/n please... Tara's not doing well either, she feels really bad... I'm afraid she does something she'll regret... I don't know what she did, but you could talk about this, don't you think...? Or at least talk to me... maybe I can help..."

"You can't help us... We- I have to deal with this myself... But I can't right now, it still hurts too much..."

Before she could add anything, you got back into your room.

What could you do? Tell the police, and send the girl you loved in jail? No, that was not an option.

Forgive her, and hope she doesn't try to kill you? You wanted to. Yet you couldn't help but remember what happened with Amber. You thought you could convince her, and she tried to kill you.

The next day, while you were walking to class, you heard someone call your name. You turned around, already pissed.

"Y/n! Can I talk to you?"

It was Luca Harris, Ava's boyfriend.

"Uh... sure" you sighed

"Can we to go a.. more private place?"

You didn't really understand but you followed him behind the gardener's cabin.

"What do you want..?" you asked

"I'd like to talk about Ava..."

You glupped.

"What about her?"

"I wanted to thank you, for trying to save her."

"How do you know-"

"My dad has friends in the police. They told him they found you next to her, hands covered in her blood, trying to stop the bleeding..."

"That's what happened yeah..."

You didn't see where he was going. The only time you talked to him before was after you walked in on them having sex, to apologize.

"C'mon Y/n... we both know that's a lie"

"What...?"

"My dad's friends told him who you were. Y/n L/n, ex girlfriend of Amber Freeman. The psycho responsible for the Woodsboro massacre last year."

You felt your heart miss a beat.

"W-what are you trying to say...?" you asked

"Isn't it obvious? You killed Ava. Because you're as crazy as your ex. Because you were jealous of her."

"What...? Of course not..! Why would you-"

"Stop lying, I saw how you looked at me when you saw us in Ava's bed. You blushed so hard you were as red as a tomato."

"Because you were fucking naked!" you said, but he wasn't listening to you

"Your girlfriend can't satisfy you, can she? You needed someone else to take care of you properly, I can understand that. But you could've just asked, I would've done it with pleasure."

You tried to back off, but he wasn't ready to let you go.

"Why did you have to kill her? Now I have to kill you too... to avenge her"

Saying that, he took a pocket knife out of his jacket, and pressed a button to open the blade.

Luckily for you, Tara was watching from afar. The shine of the blade caught her attention.

In less than thirty seconds, she was here.

"What exactly do you think you're doing with that knife?" she asked the boy

"Ah, I was wondering when you would come. I was about to slice her open, just like she did to Ava."

"Don't you dare touch her."

"And what are you going to do, huh? Slap my knee? You're like 5'1! No wonder you can't satisfy her."

You tried you take a step closer to Tara, but Luca was faster than you. He put the knife against your throat, pushing the tip slightly into the soft flesh.

Everything happened so fast you barely understood what was going on.

Tara kicked the back of his knees and pulled him by his collar, making him fall slightly backward, before taking the knife out of his hand.

"No one touches my girlfriend dickhead."

With that, she stabbed him in the eye. Blood splattered on her shirt.

His body fell to your feet. He was dead before he even touched the ground.

You started to panic. There was tons of people only a few meters away. The body would be found before the end of the day.

You took a tissue in your pocket before bending down to remove Tara's fingerprints from the knife. Then, you took the boy's hand and wrapped it around the weapon, just in case, before taking off your sweater and throwing it at Tara.

She looked at you, mouth agape.

"Put it on, you're covered in blood."

She did as you told, before asking:

"So you don't hate me...?"

For the first time in weeks, your gaze met hers.

"Of course not..."

You saw her eyes shining a little with hope.

"Y/n I-"

"Can we talk about this later..? After classes? When we will be far away from his dead body?"

You didn't say that in a mean way, just worried someone might come here for whatever reason and catch you.

"Let's go before someone sees us..."

You both headed to class, hoping you didn't leave any evidences next to the body. Every time a teacher spoke, you were scared they had found the body.

Tara, on the other hand, was more relieved than scared. All she could think about was you. You didn't hate her. You gave her your sweater, her favorite one with your perfume on it.

It was too big for her, and you always told her she looked so cute in it. She spent her day thinking about all your dates and the moments you spent together.

Until an announcement was made.

You were in history, one of the only classes you had together, when the speakers turned on. The director started talking. They found the body.

You gave Tara a worried look across the class.

"Classes will end now. You must go home and lock the doors. Don't walk alone, always be with someone. Don't take any risks, if you see something suspect, call the police immediately."

Everyone started to talked as soon as the announcement ended, quickly exiting the classroom to find a friend to walk home with.

You walked to Tara, feeling sick.

"You okay..?"

"Yeah I think... let's just... let's go home..."

She nodded, and was about to take your hand, before stopping, not sure you wanted her to. You looked at her for a second, and took her hand.

"... I'm sorry I didn't try to talk to you... It just brought back memories I wanted to forget..." you said

You were both sitting on your bed, decided to explain yourselves.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing, I knew what Amber did, I saw how you felt after that, and I did the same... But the simple thought of someone wanting to hurt you makes me sick to the core... I... I just wanted to protect you..."

You placed your hand on hers softly.

"Why did you kill Ava..?" you asked gently

"I... I heard them, her boyfriend and her. They were talking about you.. He was telling her what happened at Woodsboro, the murder, that you were Amber's girlfriend, and probably her accomplice... They wanted to blackmail you, using that information..."

You didn't say anything, taking a minute to register the informations.

"And... and the others...?"

Once again, she explained everything to you. These ones wanted to take you away from her. It was true that they had been flirting with you for a month or so, and became more and more insistent.

"... You're not mad...?" she asked

"I can't say I'm happy about that... but you did this to protect me so... Thank you..."

Your lips curled up into a little smile.

"Does that means.. does that means we still have a chance..?"

"At first, when I learnt you did.. what you did, I thought you were like Amber... But I had time to think, the past weeks, and... Now that you told me everything... I realized you couldn't be more different... She was ready to kill me realizing I would leave her... You killed people to protect me from getting hurt, even if it meant me being mad at you"

You brought her hand to your lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles.

"I love you so much Tara... I'm sorry it took me that long to talk with you... but please stop killing people, I don't want to take the risk to lose you..."

"I'll try. For you"

She came closer to you, sitting on your lap, and cupped your cheeks. You tilted your head up slightly to look at her, before her soft lips met yours.

"I missed you" you whispered against her lips

"I missed you too"

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By the way, I'm opened to requests, so if there's something you'd like me to write, feel free to ask ;)) you can see who I write for here (along with the rules to request)

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#scream #scream 5 #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #tara carpenter x fem reader #ghostface!tara

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norinm · 23 days

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Love (Michael Myers x reader )

Michael Myers may be a vicious serial killer but when he gets home he gets very clingy, possessive and loving towards you you may ask why we'll because your the only person who loves him for him and not a monster that everybody sees him as you see him as a person Like everyone else which is why he will always love that about you.

Michael was just coming home from a kill he had knife cuts around his arm from one of this victims who had a weapon and stab/cut him but, it didn't really bother him he was use to it so when he got home he got a good scolding from you

“Michael you have to be careful i worry about you you know you always come home with new cuts or even maybe a bullet wound and it makes me worry that your not being careful” Y/n said and started to tear up

“what if something was to happen I-I wouldn't know cause you don't say anything” Y/n said

Michael then pulls you in a hug to stop you from crying now Michael doesn't really do emotions or affection but when it comes to you he's all for it he's a big softy when it comes to you, after you calm down you went and told him

“ Michael please be careful next time promise me okay.” Y/n said to Michael , Michael grunted which means okay or sure thanks

“ now stay here so I can at least patch you up so you won't get an infection” Y/n said as you then went to the cabinet and got the first aid kit and started patching him up while your doing that Michael take the chance to look at you patching him up thinking how he loves you and how much he loves when your worried about him nobody's ever been this nice to him.

he's always been treated horribly when growing up so how did he get such a nice pretty girlfriend/wife right here in front of him but he's not complaining what surprised you was when Michael suddenly wrapped his big strong arms around your waist and laid his head on you

“ are you okay Michael?” Y/n asks

“ mmh” he said

“ is this your way of showing that you love me?” Y/n asked Michael then squeeze your waist as saying yes

you then respond back saying “I love you to but next time be careful okay” Y/n said

“mmh” he said

#slasher fanfiction #michael myers fanfic #michael myers x reader #michael myers #short story

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mizu0xox0 · 9 days

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Aventurine x reader (School bus graveyard au) Basically Aventurine is Aiden while reader is Ashlyn except they're the only ones in the Phantom World. {Tw: sorta? spoilers for Ep 60-61 for SBG, Gorey descriptions, injuries, rubble and nightmares}

You were searching through the cabinets and drawers for the keys to the supply whilst Aventurine stood on guard duty in case of any Phantoms that might attack you whilst searching the room. "Aventurine I hear one." You warn your boyfriend as for some reason only you could hear the strange noises these Phantoms were making. "Yeah can hear it's footsteps they really ought to be more sneaky! If they're planning to attack from the back." Aventurine says as stabs the Phantom straight in the eyes with his pocket knife. "I can still hear those Phantom noises check if there's any more of them." You say. Aventurine peered down the hallway to not find a single Phantom in sight. "That's odd I swear I can sti-" However before you could finish your sentence suddenly the building started to shake. You look up to see the ceiling was going to collapse, "AVENTURINE GET UNDER SOMETHING!" however it was too late as while you managed to get under a table Aventurine wasn't so lucky. Displayed in front of you was Aventurine covered in rubble but you still managed to pull his body out of it.

You cradled his bloodied face in your arms, there was a clear wound at the side of his face. However as you looked down only to find Aventurine with his eyes protruding out of his sockets and red veins bulging from their place. His haggard gaze fixated upon your figure, it looked almost as if he forgot to blink. With a cheshire like grin displaying all his whites with blood splotches near his mouth from his wounds. He looked more like those Phantoms rather than your beloved.

Immediately you awoke, you weren't sure how or why it was possible considering the fact the Phantom world was a 7 hour cycle that occurred at midnight and you would be asleep in the human world. The first thing you did was check on Aventurine who was beside you, his breathing was unsteady and rather heavy. "D-dont need hospital. S-stay here with m-me." Aventurines voice sounded distorted almost like those Phantom noises however you wrapped your arms around him as he laid against you. Aventurine coughed a little before he looked up at you, looking like your beloved instead of the nightmarish image you saw in the Phantom World. "Hey look at me. I'm alright in this world, look no bleeding whatsoever. After all I never take gambles that I don't win." Aventurine says however he is met with a tight and firm hug from you. Shit Aventurine never realized that you were sobbing up until now. Aventurine wrapped his arms around your sobbing and trembling figure, he hated seeing how much you were shaking even though the adrenaline from the Phantom World felt good every once in a while it wouldn't pay off if he had to see you shake every time.

It took a while but Aventurine managed to calm you down and usually it was difficult to get sleep after the Phantom World ordeal so you were downstairs in the kitchen preparing some food as late night supper for the two of you. Aventurine laid on the bed as he thought about what went down. Aventurine couldn't stop thinking about what he had felt or even saw in the moment he was in your arms after you had gotten him out from under the rubble. The fear in your eyes as you were staring at him, he wasn't sure if it was because of his injuries or something else but he knew what had occurred today was too much for you to handle. He should be more careful with his gambles after all he now had someone important to hold him everyday and every time after he had awoken from the horrors of the Phantom World that the both of you had experienced together you were there for him. Maybe just this once he could be selfish as Kakavasha not as Aventurine. "Venturine! Foods ready." You say as Aventurine made his way downstairs however something caught his eye. His own reflection in the mirror was off. That wasn't him, that was the him who you had held in your arms in the Phantom World.

Ty for reading! As you can tell the School Bus Graveyard brainrot got to me thus I wrote this and also because I won my 3rd 50/50 in a row and got Aventurine!!! Now I will gamble for his lightcone if I can. Aventurines lightcone please come home. Also good luck on your Aventurine pulls if you're pulling for him!!

#aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #aventurine x y/n #hsr x reader #hsr

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kenny-the-ken · 1 year

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Do you think you can write another mystrion fic, maybe the reader saves him instead? Like he's hurt and the reader finds him protects and bandages him up?

Love love love this idea!! Thank you so so much for your request!! I hope you guys enjoy!!! ALL CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP!!!

You were simply known as the 'New Kid'. No one really knew very much about you, but you were a good medic, in fact, you were gifted with the power to heal others when wounded. Battle could be tough sometimes, and that's why you always made sure to be on hand if anyone ever needed you.

And this was one of those times, Mysterion was down, and he was bleeding from a large stab wound on his lower abdomen, you could hear his groans of pain as he writhed around on the floor, the other hero's springing into action against those who had seriously hurt their friend.

"Fuck, that hurts!" Mysterion groaned, clutching his hands to where the blood was spurting from, and you jumped down from where you were sitting atop the roof above the dingy alleyway, dropping to your feet, your hands stabilising you, as you sprinted to your fallen comrade.

"Ken... are you okay?" You asked, hands moving his hands away from his wound, and hovering your own above the wound, placing your hands atop of his abdomen, a faint golden glow surrounding you both.

None of the others noticed, they were too busy avenging their friend to see what was going on, and Kenny gazed up at you, slightly delirious from the blood loss, but also in shock, did you have powers too?

"With this hand I replace all that is lost, blood pour through his veins and regain all strength that was lost. And with this hand I tie all wounds, may they heal from red to white, simply a memory of a time you almost were no more." You whispered, just loud enough for Kenny to listen to, and he hung on your every word, the colour coming back to his pale skin, the pain subsiding from where the large wound once was, now replaced with a thin, white scar line.

Was he dead and did he just imagine this because he had a massive crush on you, or was this real and did you just save his life?

"Y-You have powers too?" Mysterion asked, his hand touching your own, gazing up into your e/c eyes, a small smile on his once pained face.

"I can heal people." You said, a small blush on your cheeks. You had never shown your powers to anyone, no one had ever need that seriously hurt before in front of you.

"I-I can't die." Kenny replied, laughing to himself, "Does that mean you technically can't die either?" He asked, as you nodded your head, a small smile on your face, gazing down with soft eyes at the guy you'd had a crush on for a while now.

"I think it's time we get you home, don't you?" You spoke, standing and offering Kenny a hand up, which he gladly accepted, and once he was standing, he refused to let go of your hand, your cheeks flushing.

Mysterion turned to face you, taking your other hand within his own, just gazing at you in admiration.

"Did anyone tell you that you look beautiful in your super hero outfit?" Kenny asked, before blushing himself, and he was thankful that his cheeks couldn't be seen under his mask and hood, you on the other hand, your cheeks were scalding, your gaze diverting to the floor, kicking up dirt with your shoe.

"Thanks, Ken." You replied, a smile on your red face, and Kenny pulled you for a close, warm embrace. He smelt slightly musky, and like cigarettes, just like he usually did.

And as you two broke away from the hug, your movements slowed, and Kenny decided to finally shoot his shot, pressing his lips to yours, his hands cupping both of your cheeks, and you returned his kiss, before you both pulled away, giggling at each other.

"I've wanted to do that for quite a while now... now let's go, we don't want those guys coming back, I'll text Kyle and Stan and let them know I'm taking you home to patch you up." You spoke and Kenny stood stationary, shaking his head no.

"Can I chill in yours instead? I don't really fancy going home tonight... my parents were drinking before I left so, god knows what I'd be walking in to." Kenny spoke, fiddling with his thumbs, refusing to meet your gaze.

"Course you can come to mine, Ken. You're always welcome, you know that!" You said, placing your hand on his shoulder reassuringly, and Kenny responded to your touch by scooping you up, throwing you onto his back, and climbing up the drain pipe attached to the side of the building. Kenny was lanky, he was rather thin, considering his family could barely afford to feed him, he always had been slightly made up from he was a child, Kyle had shown you the pictures of them on their first day of fourth grade, standing stupidly at the bus stop together.

You had only moved to South Park a few months ago, and after joining South Park High, it's like you've always lived here, you were accepted straight away by a great group of friends, and Kenny was always so understanding and supportive, you two were extremely close, but you didn't know until tonight that he too had powers, maybe fate had put you both together, both cursed to a never ending existence, your bodies being able to go through mass amounts of pain, only yours healed rapidly, and Kenny died, before being reborn over and over again. It almost felt like this was destiny, the universe putting you both together like two missing puzzle pieces that slotted together perfectly.

The walk to your house didn't take long, and Kenny carried you nearly the whole way, hopping from rooftop to rooftop, you were worried he might hurt himself, but he assured you that he was fine, all thanks to you.

He climbed down to balance on your windowsill, sliding your old fashioned slat window open, and helping you into your bedroom, as he joined you, finally taking his costume off round his head, you loved when Kenny let his face and hair show, he was extremely self conscious and you could never understand why, to you, he was perfect. His pale skin, light brown freckles, his adorable gap toothed smile, his messy blonde locks, you were infatuated with him, and he caught you staring.

"I- Is there something wrong with my face?" Kenny asked, and you started laughing, covering your mouth as you shook your head no.

"No, Ken. You're just really handsome." You spoke, Kenny's signature smirk appearing on his face as he moved himself closer to you.

"Well, I think you're stunning, not to mention you saved my life tonight, I really am in your debt. What can I do to repay you?" He questioned, his hands snaking their way around your waist.

"You could stay tonight and give me some cuddles?" You suggested, and Kenny was more than happy to oblige.

He pulled his costume off, standing in his boxers, and you did the same, pulling on your cotton pyjama shorts and an old band T-shirt, climbing into bed, and holding the duvet up for Kenny to join you.

Kenny quickly clambered in beside you, his arms around your waist, pulling you flush to his chest, your head resting above his heart, which thumped quickly. Not only was he in bed, but it was your bed, and you were here with him, snuggled into his chest. A sigh of content left his lips as he placed his free arm behind his head.

"If you're ever injured again, Ken. I don't care how big or how small it is, I promise I'll always be there to heal you, you'll never have to die again." And Kenny pulled you closer, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, gazing down at you.

"I promise I will." Kenny spoke, a smile on his face, as you pressed your lips together gently, your warm bodies flush and your legs entwined together.

You could finally come to terms with the fact that you were immortal, maybe it wasn't such a curse after all, if it meant that you and Kenny could spend an endless eternity in each others arms, then you thought of it more of a blessing, and Kenny felt the same, both of you slowly drifting to sleep, for the first of many times in each others embrace.

#kenny mccormick #kenny south park #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle south park #eric cartman #south park #kyle brovlofski #stan marsh #kenny mccormick smut #stan south park #south park x reader #south park boys #mysterion #mysterion x reader #fanfic

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iiconicxpersona · 1 year

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My Girls. Joel x Ellie x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader and Ellie encounter David and James while out hunting and searching for supplies for injured Joel. After their traumatic experience at Silver Lake, Joel is left to pick up the pieces of Reader and Ellie's shattered souls.

Warnings: SA, mentions of r@p3, abuse, cursing, ANGST AF

Word count: 2.5k words

"Ellie, are you sure you don't want me to go with you? I can always scout for supplies after we get back?" You asked as you walked further down the snow-covered road.

Ellie hugged Joel's rifle close to her and walked alongside you. "I'll be okay. Joel's been teaching me how to hunt, and I want to try to do this on my own. Besides, we're losing daylight, and you know more or less what to look for than I do." She half smiled.

You nod in agreement. Deep down, your intuition told you that maybe separation isn’t a good idea, but you want to show Ellie that you can trust her. "Okay, well, stay close by, and we'll meet back here before sundown. If you run into any trouble or anything, radio me." Using your index finger, you motioned to the walkie-talkies clipped to your pockets.

"Okay, I will."

The idea of letting Ellie and Joel out of your sight, even for a moment, scared you to death, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and right now, you and Ellie were desperate.

Joel had been stabbed in an ambush the day before. He tried his best to tough through the pain from the open wound, but he lost too much blood and fell off the horse halfway to the nearest town. It took every bit of strength you and Ellie had to put him back on the horse. You sat in front of his limp body to hold up his weight while Ellie squeezed on the saddle behind him to help you hold him up until you found shelter in an abandoned neighborhood. Thankfully, none of the doors were locked, making it easier to drag Joel inside and down to the basement, where an old mattress lies in the middle of the room. The pain from the open wound and Ellie sewing it shut with a needle and thread she found in the house was enough to knock Joel into a slumber. But now his wound is infected, and everyone is starving to death. So, while Ellie decided to hunt for food, you must find medicine or anything else helpful.

At the same time, you kept an ear open for clickers, scavengers, or calls from Ellie. You scout three houses with little to no luck besides bandages and aspirins. That isn’t enough to aid Joel's injury, but it’s a start. At least the aspirins could help break his fever.

You were heading to scout another house when a gunshot fired from the distance. Your pulse racing began deafening your ears, and your adrenaline kicked in as you ran in the direction where you last saw Ellie walking.

"Ellie? What was that? Are you all right?" You frantically asked on the walkie-talkie only to get static in return. She was still too far out of range. "Goddammit, Ellie! Answer me!" But again, there was static. "Shit! Fuck!" You breathlessly cursed to yourself as you continued running forward, unsure where you were going, but time was of the essence.

Trails of blood and footsteps finally caught your attention, and your heart sank to the pit of your stomach. Your mind was already imagining the worst. You knew you shouldn't have left her alone, and if Joel were here right now, he'd be cursing you and himself out for even allowing this to happen. Desperate for some answer, you tried to call Ellie on the radio again as you followed the bloody trail.

A small, nearly demolished shack became the stopping point, and judging from the smoke leaving what once was a roof, there was someone inside with a fire. You slowly crept closer to the shack and took cover behind the wall. You could hear two people talking, and one of the voices belonged to Ellie.

The trail of blood led up to a dead deer lying behind the older man Ellie was talking to, and you felt relief that she wasn’t physically harmed. You watched as she calmly spoke to the man neither of you had seen before. His back was towards you, and from a small opening, you aimed your rifle straight for his head in case he decided to try anything funny. Ellie had the same mindset as she kept Joel's rifle aimed at the man, but she slowly dropped her defenses as he kept talking. The man gave the impression that he was a good guy.

"I sent four of our people to a nearby town to scavenge what they could, and only three of them came back. And the one that didn't was a father. He had a daughter just like you, and her dad was taken from her. Turns out he was murdered by this crazy man, and get this... That crazy man was traveling with a woman and a little girl."

Just then, your and Ellie's defenses shot sky high as her grip on the rifle tightened, and her aim pointed back at the man.

"You see? Everything happens for a reason. James, lower the gun."

That was when you and Ellie noticed the second man standing on the other side of the shack with his gun aimed straight toward Ellie. Suddenly, you began to see red as you shifted from around the wall and aimed your rifle straight at James. "Stay where you are! Drop the gun, or I will put one between your eyes, asshole!" You demanded James as he kept his gun pointed right at you.

The man chatting with Ellie chuckled at you and looked back at her. "I'm guessing this is your mother?" He sighed. "Okay, no need for hostility today. James, lower your gun. We're not a threat to these women."

"David, they're the ones who killed Alec." James kept his gun pointed at you.

"They didn't kill anybody, so lower the gun and give them the medicine they need for their friend," David demanded in a relatively calm tone. James hesitated while looking between the three of you before gazing at David. "James, I'm not coding anything. Lower the gun and give them the medicine now." David demanded.

James slowly lowered his gun and tossed Ellie the small black bag. You not once took your aim off James, nor did Ellie off of David as she slowly searched for the bag before making her way to your side.

"I know you two aren't with a group. You won't survive out there. I can protect you."

You kept your eyes locked on both David and James as you and Ellie headed back to the house Joel was hiding in. "I told you to call me when you needed help." You scolded once you were far enough and noticed the two men did not follow you.

"I know. I'm sorry, but-" She began, but you cut her off.

"No 'buts' Ellie! You should've called me or at least come to find me first! Do you realize those men could've taken advantage of you or worse? You're still just a kid, Ellie, and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if anything happened to you!"

Your words had hit Ellie straight in the heart. You and Joel had treated her like cargo; Joel even told her that's all she was to you two. But deep down, she always hoped that that wasn't true. Maybe you and Joel cared for her, maybe not as family, but at least a friend. You two offering Ellie a choice between you and Tommy taking her to the Fireflies was hint number one that she was right, but your words confirmed the possibility that she meant more than just cargo.

You caught a glimpse of the single tear leaving her eye and felt a sudden wave of guilt wash over your entire body, but she tried to quickly wipe it off as the two of you walked in silence.

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After giving Joel a shot of the medicine and changing his bandages, you spent the remainder of the night keeping watch while Ellie snuggled next to Joel for comfort and to keep him warm. The sight of them lying together warmed your heart, and the idea of starting a new life with them back in Jackson flooded your mind for a split second. However, the three of you were on a mission: take Ellie to the Fireflies and use her immunity to save what was left of the world. You and Joel agreed that the whole concept sounded too good to be true, but it may be worth it if the Fireflies could provide you with what you need to go your separate ways. Maybe.

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The next day seemed to go by too fast. You and Ellie devised a plan to get David and his men as far away from Joel as possible. Ellie would take the horse to lead half of the men in one direction, and you led the other half out on foot in another. Joel would remain barricaded in the basement, but Ellie would leave her knife in his hands and warn him to stay awake and keep alert in case anyone would find him.

Before you left Joel, you gently kissed his lips and said a quick mental prayer for the three of you before rushing out of the basement to follow through with the plan.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"HEY MOTHERFUCKERS!" Ellie shouted before shooting her gun at the group.

Just as you hoped, the group split in half and ran after the two of you. David's intentions were clear to you since the day before: he wanted Ellie. You knew that look. You had fallen victim to that look twice back. You were ready to kill him if he touched her, but you needed to focus.

The men behind you were coming up fast as they shot at you to slow you down, if not kill you. You managed to kill one, but two more were still hot on your tracks until they lost you between the trees. Your aim on one of the men was right on target, and just as you were about to pull the trigger, you heard a gunshot and the sound of the horse falling to its death. You ran towards the noise until David caught up and hit you across the temple with his pistol.

───※ ·❆· ※───

As your vision slowly adjusted to the small, dark room, the stench of death filled your nostrils, and you couldn't help but cough and gag. "What the hell?" You whispered to yourself.

Before you could examine the room, the two men who chased you shoved the door open and let themselves in. The harsh wind from the blizzard outside further wakes you up. "Ah, there she is." One of them chuckled before they shut the door behind them and quickly made their way toward you. You tried to fight them off, but the more muscular male hooked your upper body tight between his legs while the other sat on your thighs. "Oh, so we got a fighter; I like that." The man sitting on your legs pulled out a knife from his waistband, and the sight of the sharp blade made you try to fight even harder.

"NO, PLEASE DON'T!" You screamed. Your PTSD kicked into high gear.

"Don't scream!" The man demanded as he held the knife to your face. "Now we were going to kill you, especially for what you and your friends have done to our friends, but David still thinks there's hope for you and the kid. So, while he tries to convince her, he wants us to convince you to give up your friend and join us."

Ellie. Oh god, he has Ellie. "If any of you assholes touch her, I'll ki-"

Your words were cut short when the man with the knife punched you. Your head fell to the side, and ringing filled your ears, but that was when you noticed the decapitated bodies hanging from the ceiling. "I knew this bitch would be difficult." "Maybe we should just kill her." The two men mumbled to each other. "No, better yet, let's see what David's God blessed this woman with underneath all these clothes first." The man with the knife chuckled.

You began groaning and attempting to wiggle free from the men as fear took control of your body. The man on top of you used the knife to cut open your jacket and blouse until your bra was on full display. "Oh yeah, we're gonna have fun with this one." He chuckled. You began to cry out, but that only made the man hit you harder as he struggled to remove your clothes.

"Dude, hurry the fuck up before David shows up!" The man holding your upper body demanded.

"Hang on! This bitch is a fighter!" He laughed as you continued to cry for help. "Make yourself useful and shut her the fuck up!" He demanded the man holding your upper body before lowering himself to pull off your pants. The man holding you covered your mouth with his hand, and that's when you finally saw your opening. You bit down on the man's hand hard enough to bite off a chunk of his skin, with his blood coating your face before he let go of you, screaming in agony. At the same time, you wrapped your bare legs tightly around the other man's head and snapped his neck. The dead man had a gun in his waistband, and you grabbed it and used it to kill the man holding you down.

You stood there momentarily staring at the two men in shock until you remembered Ellie was still out there. You rushed to put your pants and boots back on, holding tight to the gun as you stumbled out of the shack. Your adrenaline is too high to feel the blistering winter hitting your exposed skin.

───※ ·❆· ※───

After running and panicking in circles, you approached the burning building in the distance. At this point, your body began to fight you as the adrenaline rush slowly wore off. You tried to run towards the building, but you no longer had the strength.

Once you were close enough, you could see Joel hugging Ellie, and for a moment, you thought your mind was playing tricks on you. It wasn't until Ellie saw you, quickly ran over, and embraced you in a tight hug that you realized it was real. She was here. He was here. And for the most part, they were safe.

Your hands slowly touched Ellie's head before you wrapped your arms tight around her and held her close while you both cried. Joel slowly approached the two of you and took you both in his arms. His mind was racing, and his heart was breaking at the sight of your bloody, swollen face and ripped clothing. He took off his heavy coat and wrapped it around you and Ellie before holding you close to his chest. Neither you nor Ellie could stop crying in Joel's arms once you both turned to embrace him. Guilt flooded him at the thought of being unable to protect either of you from the men in this god-forsaken town. A mistake he swore then and there to himself that he would never make again.

"My girls," Joel whispered.

Author's note: Holy shit this was LONGER than I expected it to be, but I have been wanting to write a TLOU fic for a while. I hope you guys like it and if you want me to write more please let me know!

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Wednesday Addams x Reader

Jekyll

Requested

Warnings: violence, blood, hospital, coma-ish stuff.

Words: 1,090~

Sorry for the delay, and for making this one a bit too short :(

Being a werewolf was great, for you at least. You had wolfed out pretty early on, so by the time you went to Nevermore you could control yourself pretty well already. It made having a roommate far easier.

That was proven useful when you had to jump in and attack the Hyde. Enid wolfed out, but being new... she stood no chance. She still did most though. You wanted to really make sure that the Hyde wouldn't bug anyone in a long time.

Wednesday had almost lost hope once more that day. However, you showed up at the best moment. It was a show she wished she could see, but that was not the best moment. Maybe some other day she'd be able to see you wolf out.

You took the Hyde on your snout, making sure to bite down hard on joints like the elbow or knee. You got covered on more and more blood. Initially, the Hyde's, but after he clawed your back it was your's too. You cried out, but before you could do anything he had bit the side of your leg.

It made you angry. There was absolutely no chance you'd let him get out without serious damage. You slashed right through the skin on his chest, essentially forcing him to become human again. He tried to run, so you threw him against a rock. If it weren't because of Enid you're sure you'd have regretted your next moves.

You turned back, making sure to stay next to the now-awaken Enid, guarding her from the Hyde. You were almost shaking, but still acted tough. Sadly, that did not last long enough. The effect of adrenaline wore off, forcing you to recognize the wounds you ignored before. The last thing you felt was a trickling sensation on your back before passing out cold.

•••••

When Wednesday returned, Enid hugged as tight as she could; a gesture returned by Wednesday. She was glad Enid had made it out alive, but then, where were you?

—And...? Where are they?

Enid looked away, hiding herself further in the coat she had around her shoulders. She mumbled something which Wednesday didn't hear. It made her assume the worst. Enid looked back. Wednesday followed her sight, noticing you covered with some coat, laying on the forest ground.

She ran as quickly as she could, trying to calm herself as much as possible. There was hope. She kneeled next to you, placing one hand on your cheek and using the other to lift the coat and check for wounds. Gruesome, to the worst of her expectations.

She acted as logically as possible at that moment, managing to get you a ride to the hospital. At least the teachers in the school could do something, for once. She knew you'd be okay. You are strong.

•••••

—It's been days and they're still sleeping—, said Enid. —I really hope they're okay—. Ajax nodded.

—Don't even gotta say it—, Xavier sighed. —Wednesday has been worried sick these days. She barely even sleeps or eats—. Speaking of your gothic girlfriend, she had just passed out from exhaustion. She had nearly died herself, experienced the pain of being stabbed, fought to death quite literally. Almost a miracle she was still there.

—I didn't think I'd find myself saying this, but I do hope this... wolf wakes up—. Bianca sighed as she took her jacket. She dressed up for the cold outside air, bid some goodbyes, and left.

—I think I'm- we... are gonna leave—, Ajax said. Enid smiled awkwardly. She held your unoccupied hand for a second, supporting you silently. She took Ajax's hand and they left.

—Guess I'm gonna wait outside.

•••••

It had been some hours when Wednesday woke up, groggy and uncomfortable from the position she had dozed off on. Her neck was not doing great, but it was worth it. You seemed like you were doing okay.

—Wake up soon, or I'll kill you myself.

As expected, you did not respond. She sighed and went back to sitting on the uncomfortable chair. She crossed a leg over the other, letting a book rest against her thigh. Her left hand was too occupied holding yours to read.

She didn't notice it, but you had started to wake up. Mostly because she herself was getting sleepy again. Thing, being the best appendage to ever exist, gave her notice. He pointed and signed until she understood. Her neck cracked due to the speed, but seeing you alive was more important.

She placed a hand on your cheek, lightly feeling the scars. She couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Her love was awake. You leaned into her touch, relaxing despite the situation. She quickly called for the staff, letting them do their job while the thoughts of having you in her embrace, annoying her, sank in.

After some time spent with checkups, you were allowed to rest. You hadn't been too bad in regards to broken bones. However, you were still weak due to bloodloss. Tyler's claws had really made you bleed.

They gave you water to help with the dryness. You used your weak voice to ask for water... and mouthwash. It made Wednesday smirk, trying not to chuckle at your quite you ask.

—Hey there, Wednesday—, you rasped out. Your voice was still rough, as you hadn't spoken for days. The water was of little help. You had slept real good.

She almost contained her smile, but it was you. It made her feel relieved. She sat on your bed, holding your right hand in hers. The gaze she sent you was full of emotions, much to her dismay. You could tell she was glad, happy even, to see you alive and well.

—Hello, amor.

You smiled. It felt weird, since you now had some scars on your face. But it was okay. You had gotten them to protect Wednesday. It was but a sign of your love.

—Did I make you wait too much?

—Yes. As usual.

—Let's not wait any longer.

You leaned in for a kiss, a sweet and short one. If it was too deep, you'd probably end up bursting your lip again. Not that Wednesday minded the blood.

—Thank you, Wednesday. You're always good for me.

—As you are. Perchance it shows.

You smiled and nodded. —I hope it always shows—. You traced a scar with two fingers, entrancing her with your eyes as you did the gesture. She felt seen. And she liked it, because it was you.

—I'll always know.

One more kiss wouldn't hurt you.

Got the reference? Jekyll and Hyde, except that there is no Hyde anymore because you ⚔️

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drkmgs · 1 year

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You were my yes, but I was only your maybe

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Warning: blood...

"You were my yes, but I was only your maybe."

Those words rang through Wednesday's head, after a big fight with you. This would be the first and last, Wednesday said to herself. The torture her heart was under is beyond her. It feels like someone stabbed it with a rainbow machete and pounded it with a glittered hammer.

Wednesday knew she lacked in being caring, sharing her emotions, and being affectionate. Even though you knew, you still chose her out of 8 billion people. You were patient with her and tried your best to understand her but you couldn't understand how easy was for her to just dismiss you after a boy named Tyler came into view.

You were mad. mad mad. You've never been mad at her. How could you be mad at Wednesday Addams? When she just speaks the truth and that is what hurt you. You asked her about Tyler, she told you everything, yes, everything, even the kiss.

How could she do that to you? She knew you were struggling at school without her, whilst she was here at Nevermore, 'getting along' with a boy named Tyler. You convinced your parents to send you to Nevermore to be just with her and upon your arrival, that's the first thing you had to find out.

Even Enid — Wednesday's roomie is furious with her, if she had known, that Wednesday had a partner she wouldn't have pushed her to meet Tyler or anyone, but it already happened.

You are officially broken and don't know what to do. You're new in this Academy, you don't know anyone, and the only person you know broke your heart. Instead of sulking, you went for a walk, to take a breather from all the drama.

You were so busy with your thoughts, it was too late when you realized you weren't on a walking path anymore, you were way into the woods and can bearly see the Academy. You jumped when you hear leaves break near you, but there was nobody. You're sure you're alone, but you can feel someone is watching you.

When you turned around, a monstrous beast was leaping at you with its claws slashing right at your stomach. You let out a bloody scream, before falling into unconsciousness.

Xavier: Help! I need help here!

Xavier screams when he arrived at Nevermore Academy with your body in his arms. All students gathered around you and some of them ran to get help or hide from the sickening sight.

Enid: Oh my god! Y/N!

When Enid screamed your name, the pigtailed girl rush to see what was happening. There she saw you on the ground with three big gashes on your stomach bleeding out. Your skin was as pale as hers. She could tell you already lost a lot of blood with this information she moves to take Xavier's side and removes her sweater to press it on your wounds.

You groan in pain as you felt her pressing down. Now Wednesday was glad that you were still making sounds and to confirm you weren't dead yet with the energy left in you, you hold her hand. Even though everything is blurry to you, you could tell she was crying. You smiled at her and shook your head.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! I swear if you die, I will kill you!

You're slowly drifting away again. Your hand is slowly losing its grip on Wednesday.

Wednesday: No! No! Y/N! Focus on me!

She grabbed your hand and squeezed it to get a response from you, but you couldn't do it back. You had no more energy in you. Even keeping your eyes open was getting difficult, not long enough you're gasping for air and coughing up blood.

Everyone around you is crying. When the ambulance came, they had difficulties removing Wednesday from you. She didn't want to let go of your hand. Principal Weems had to drag her away from you with the help of other Nevermore students, who were also crying.

Enid had to hug Wednesday, so she would stop shaking and reaching forward to you, as they put you in the ambulance.

Weeks passed and no one knows what happened to you. No one asked Wednesday, it's more likely nobody had the guts to ask her. You can't blame them, ever since that happened Wednesday was out for herself. She would mindlessly go through her day, like an automatic corpse.

Now is a great example, she's sitting at the quad, mindlessly staring at her food. While the others are engaging in conversations. All of them were silenced when someone walked through the quad.

:I think this is yours.

A freshly washed sweater was placed in front of Wednesday's food tray. She slowly looked up, it was like magic, when her gloomy pale face, lit up with light color, giving her face a much more alive look.

Wednesday: Y/N.

That was all Wednesday could say and went straight up hugging you.

Y/N: I have missed you too.

You whispered hugging her back with a smile.

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ethansluvbot · 1 year

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Hey can u maybe write something with reader who struggles with sh and suicide thoughts x Ethan 🫶

(You don’t have to do it if u feel uncomfy writing this)

CIGARETTES OUT THE WINDOW | ETHAN LANDRY

warnings: self harm, suicide (thoughts), a breakdown?? (idk if that's a trigger), eating disorder, unrealistic expectations (internet)

an: as someone who struggles with all of the above i would love to bring awareness. your body is beautiful which sounds pretty narcissistic of me since im not 100% comfortable with mine. if you struggle with theses disorders don't hesitate to reach out to me :)

you hated having to lie to ethan, almost as much as he hated when you did. if you didn't he wouldn't exactly leave you alone. you told him that you were done trying to live up to unrealistic expectations.

your staked up school work, the ghostface on the loose and your friends turning against each other didn’t help.

your professors didn’t understand how exhausting the work was. especially when you had your whole day full.

here you were locking the bathroom door behind you. the blade was in your hand as you slid down the door. would people even care if you were gone?

tears slipped down your face as you silently sobbed. you hated being like this, but it was your only out. bringing the knife to your thigh you shake.

you were always overly anxious about the way your body looked. your stomach was one of your worst insecurities. usually you ended up skipping meals. even making sure not to eat snacks as often.

you jump at the sudden knock on the front door. accidentally making a wound on your leg. you winced in pain grabbing a towel and wiping it.

"one minute," you yelled sliding your shorts back on. you recognized the voice to be ethan's. panicking you grab a bandage putting it on quickly.

rushing to your door you open it only to reveal your face. he looked down at you with a huge grin holding up a bag of take out. opening the door you let him walk in.

"hey! i know i showed up unexpectedly but i was thinking about you." he winked at you as blush began to creep up your face.

"thank you," you got up on your tippy toes enveloping his lips. you jumped up letting him sit you on the counter. trailing his hand up your thigh he felt something unusual.

"what's this?"

"oh, um i accidentally cut myself shaving," you looked down with a frown. he could see right through you, he knew that you did it again. even after you told him you quit there was always a fear of you lying to him.

"love, i thought you said you would quit?"

"i know, i know and im trying my hardest. its just so hard to stop once you begin," tears fall out of your eyes as you speak. he grabs you closer pulling you into a hug. collapsing into his touch you begin to huff. your mascara staining down your cheeks as you pull him closer.

"how about we eat and then we can go watch stab?" he cocks his head to the side to wait for your response. you nod excitedly hoping off the counter.

"i love you ethan," you didn't understand what you did to deserve him. he was a tall, nerdy and sweet boy that you couldn't live without. he loved her as much as she did, maybe even more.

"i love you too." he began to kiss your neck slowly.

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crazyunsexycool · 1 year

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My little love

Chapter 16

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x enhanced reader

Word count: 4.8k

Warnings: talks about blood, wounds, medical procedures, sad everyone, bad medical references, some fluff at the end because you know me.

A/N: I made up some B.S. on this one so please just go along with it. Also please be kind!!! Not my favorite chapter but oh well.

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Ch 15

The medical team had wheeled you out while Bucky stood there watching. He was shocked into silence. Even after everyone left Bucky just stood there, both kids hanging on to him for dear life. They were both scared. In all honesty all three of them were but Bucky couldn’t show it.

“Daddy, what’s wrong with mama?” Henry asked after a moment. His question was enough to get Bucky moving.

“I don't know. Let’s go find out.”

Bucky walked out of the apartment and ran into Steve.

“Hey what was all that about?” Steve asked as he looked at all three Barnes’.

“It’s Y/N, I do-don’t know. She just got back and next thing I know Lottie was crying for her and Ivy was pounding on the door to let her in. Henry found Y/N unconscious. They were having trouble finding her pulse.” Bucky was starting to panic with every word and Steve pulled Lottie away from him.

“Go find out what’s going on. I’ll be down in a minute.”

Bucky didn’t need to be told twice he headed to the stairs. He couldn’t be in the elevator; it would take too long. But every step he took it felt like he couldn’t move fast enough. It wasn’t true he made it to the medbay in record time but it also felt like everything was in slow motion. He stood in front of the sliding glass doors looking into the room you were in. It was a frenzy, everyone moved around you quickly. They talked amongst themselves in quick short directives. Even with his heightened hearing Bucky couldn’t make out what was being said.

His mouth was dry as he watched. Never in his life had he felt so helpless. A nurse ran out and Bucky tried to grab her to ask how you were but she pulled away. She ran down the hallway and into a different room. Suddenly the doors open again and you're being rushed out. Bucky must be hallucinating because whoever was on the bed wasn’t you. At least it didn’t look like you. The body was too fragile and lifeless. Had he lost you already but he didn’t know it yet? He’d barely had a chance to love you fully. How was he supposed to cope? How would he tell the kids mama wasn’t coming home?

“Bucky.”

Bucky gasped for air as if you’d taken his ability to breathe with you. If that’s what it took for you to live then he’d willingly give his life up for yours.

Bruce stood in front of him. Concern, clear in his face. Then his eyes moved over Bucky’s shoulder then back to him.

“You should sit. We don’t have any news yet. At this time we are trying to stabilize her.” He said as he motioned for one of the seats in the small waiting area.

When Bucky turned around he realized the whole team was there. So we’re the kids. Charlotte sat in Nat’s lap with a little pout on her lips. Eyelashes, still wet with tears. Henry was holding on to Steve. He kept going in and out of a translucent state. Bucky sat next to Steve and Henry quickly moved to sit on his father’s lap while Lottie reached for Steve.

“Did she tell you if she got hurt, maybe stabbed or shot?”

“Shot? No,” Bucky shakes his head. “She said she got kicked in the ribs but she was fine.”

Henry patted Bucky’s chest to get his attention, then whispered in his ear.

“Bubs no you didn’t hurt her.”

“What was that?” Bruce asked and Bucky sighed.

“When Y/N got home Henry hugged her tightly. She pulled away and that’s when she told me she was hurt. Henry thinks it’s his fault.”

Bruce crouches down and smiles at Henry.

“You didn’t hurt her, I know it’s scary but we’re going to figure out what did and make her better, ok?”

“Ok.”

“So you think she was shot?”

“I’m not sure. There’s an open wound near her rib but we couldn’t find a bullet but we have to wait until she’s stable before we can do any scans. It still doesn’t explain the markings on her skin.”

“What kind of markings?” Steve asked.

“It almost looked like something was spreading from the wound out toward the rest of her body. It kind of looked like lightning shooting out in different directions. There’s also swelling in the area. But we’re concerned with the shortness of breath, muscle spasms, she’s lost blood, irregular heartbeat and she’s been in and out of consciousness.”

“Dr. Banner, you need to come see this.” Ivy had appeared in the waiting area. There was blood on her scrubs and just seeing it made Bucky sick.

“I’ll be back as soon as I have something.”

Bruce rushed off with Ivy leading the way. The waiting room was quiet.

Your heart finally stayed at a steady rhythm. Bruce instructed one of the nurses to take some blood before trying to get any type of scans or x-rays done to finally try and figure out what was going on. Nothing made sense, there was no way for you to not realize you had been shot or something while out on the field. Bruce assumed you most likely didn’t realize something had happened until you started to get undressed.

“Dr. banner.” One of the nurses raises the vial of blood she’d just drawn so that Bruce could look at it.

“What on earth?”

Bruce grabbed the vial and flipped it back and forth but the blood was coagulated. That was extremely odd and he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

“Get this down to the lab and tell them anything I send from now on is a high priority.”

He turned around with the intention of doing another physical examination of the wound when he saw your eyes flutter open. Bruce got closer just as you started to try and move. Your eyes moved back and forth frantically as you tried to find something or someone you recognize. There wasn’t much you could see because you had a breathing tube in your mouth and your muscles were so tense. Bruce takes your hand and leans over so that you can see him.

“Hey, I need you to calm down. You’re going to hurt yourself. You’ve been in the medbay all day and we’re trying to figure out what’s wrong. Squeeze my hand once for yes and two for no. Do you understand?”

You squeeze his hand once.

“Good. Did someone kick you in the ribs?”

One hand squeeze.

“When you were in the field did you get shot, stabbed or injected with something?”

You squeezed his hand twice. He asked a few questions that felt irrelevant.

“Do you think something could have bit you?”

You squeeze twice. You were starting to get frustrated.

“I know you hate this,” he gives you one of his sad smiles. “I need you to fight for me ok. Everyone is outside waiting to hear some good news so we can’t give up. It’s just you and me ok. Just us working together to figure it out like we always do.”

You close your eyes for a moment as a few tears make their way down your temples. In that moment your chest feels tight and your grip on Bruce’s hand tightens. One of the monitors starts beeping erratically.

“Shit. Y/N stay with me ok. Try to stay calm. I need you to stay with me, please. I can’t do this without you.”

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you begin to seize. The team around you moves quickly to try and stabilize you again.

After a few minutes of working together and giving you some medication, which was risky because they weren’t sure what was going on, you were finally back to stable reading for your vitals.

Bruce excuses himself for a moment and heads into his lab. It had been a long time since he had felt so helpless. As soon as the doors closed a guttural frustrated scream rips from his throat. Green creeps up from his neck up to his face while his clothes start to tear. He did his best to get his emotions under control before something worse happened. The last thing anyone needed was for him to hulk out when he was needed. Once Bruce calmed down he rushed over to his workstation and he began to type.

“Ok if Y/N were here what would she start with?” He mutters to himself under his breath.

He goes through the checklist you created for yourself when someone on the team is injured. Bruce had heard it countless times, especially when the injury wasn’t obvious. He keeps going over what he knows. Friday informs him he’s needed back in your room and he rushes out in hopes that the blood tests are back and that he can fix this.

Time seemed to drag on. Bucky had zoned out a bit until he heard Lottie calling out for you. When he looked over she was looking up at Steve. She kept pointing in the direction Bruce had gone in and her bottom lip wobbled.

“Mama?” She whispered before she started to cry silently.

Bucky, Steve and Henry were the only ones that could hear the chaos erupt in your room down the hall. Again they were struggling to keep you breathing.

“Let’s take the kids out for a walk.” Steve tells Bucky.

“You take them. I want to be here just in case something happens.”

“I’ll go with you.” Wanda offered and she quickly stood and took Lottie from Steve. Henry was more reluctant but with Bucky’s approval he walked out.

Bucky threw his head back and closed his eyes. The rest of the team talked amongst themselves and he wasn’t sure why but it was making him anxious. He kept replaying his morning over and over again trying to figure out if he had missed something. Maybe if he had noticed sooner you wouldn’t be fighting for your life.

Hours had gone by, the sun had already set and still there was no news. The team had taken turns in watching the kids away from the waiting room. Steve had brought Bucky water and anything he needed but Bucky couldn’t be bothered. Now most of the team was back except for Vision who had volunteered to stay with the kids while they slept.

Bruce walked out after being in your room for hours and it was the first time Bucky moved from his chair.

“Please tell me you have something.” Bucky begged. Panic in his voice and on his face.

“We need to do a blood transfusion. All we know is that her symptoms are similar to that of someone who has come in contact with something poisonous.”

“That’s all you have? It’s been hours and you have nothing?”

“Buck. I need you to calm down.”

“Calm down? You should be saving her life.” Bucky was yelling now. His face was red with anger as he stared Bruce down. Sam moved to hold him back.

“Steve, I need you to come with me please.”

Bruce was unfazed by the outburst. He knew everyone was stressed out because of the situation. He could even understand Bucky’s frustration but getting mad at him wouldn’t help the situation. Steve looks over at Bucky before he starts to move.

“What is happening to her? Why do you need Steve?” Bucky asks before either man can walk away.

“I’m not sure. From the blood test we were able to do it seems like she was injected with some kind of toxin. It’s synthetic in nature so we can rule out that something bit her. I think she was injected with the toxin but I can’t figure out why the symptoms occurred after she got here and not at the moment. I don’t know how to cure her except for one thing and I’m not sure how effective it will be.”

“What is it?”

“Y/N and Steve have the same blood type. I was hoping that by giving her a transfusion that-“

“The serum might cure her. Do you think it’s actually possible?” Nat stood up and moved next to Bucky.

“I hope it could at least buy us some time so that we can create a cure or remove the toxin out of her system. I’m not even sure if it will work but either way she has lost some blood so the transfusion is necessary.”

“Then we shouldn’t wait any longer.” Steve says. His eyes connect with Bucky’s and he gives him a reassuring smile before following Bruce.

Steve sat next to the hospital bed you were in. He was a mess the moment Bucky had said you were being taken down to the medbay. Of course he had to push down those feelings, Bucky and the kids needed him. He knew you’d want him to be there for them so he did that. It helped to stay focused on the kids. Time seemed to move faster that way except for when they asked for you and Steve didn’t have an answer.

Bruce had personally overseen the procedure and the machines monitoring you started to not only show that you were just above stable but that your health was rapidly increasing. Steve hoped it worked because he wasn’t sure what would happen if you didn’t make it. He leaned forward and took your hand in both of his.

“You gotta fight whatever this is. I can’t lose you now.” He whispered as he sniffled lightly. “Let’s see, the kids are ok. Henry really wants you to wake up so that he can give you his surprise. Charlotte has been very quiet though. She didn’t even want to wear her Belle dress. Bucky is trying to put on a brave face but I think he’s about to lose it. So come on Magnet, you gotta pull through.”

There’s a little tap on his hand, then another and another and Steve laughs. It had been your idea after going on a couple of missions with him that he teach you Morse code. You said it would be good to have another way of communicating just in case but really it was to talk shit about the other agents that had been sent on a mission with you both. It seemed like it came in handy now though. All you managed to say was don’t, because you hated that nickname.

“If I would have known all it took was calling you Magnet, I would have done it hours ago.” He says as he looks up at you and your eyes are open but you couldn’t turn to look at him.

You tap on his fingers again and he grins at you when he realizes you’re calling him an ass. He gave your hand a kiss and then stood and gave you a kiss to the forehead before telling you he would be right back. After another moment Bruce walked in along with Steve. You lifted your hand and Steve took it so that you could tap a message and he could talk for you.

“She wants you to take out the breathing tube.” Steve said after a minute.

“We can do that but I want to do a quick check first. Just to make sure you won’t need it anymore.”

He went over every physical test he had done and did them again and compared results. “Everything is looking good but we still need to do some scans of the injured area.”

Your finger moved against Steve’s palm with lightning speed.

“She wants to know why you haven’t done scans already and what happened.”

“You kept crashing. We’ve been working nonstop to get you stable. This is only the second time you’ve been fully conscious since you got down here. But let’s make you more comfortable.”

Bruce called a nurse and she helped remove the breathing tube. You coughed and took a deep breath.

“You know if you wanted a vacation all you had to do was ask.” Steve quips and you roll your eyes but smile.

Bruce walks over to the other side of the bed and hands you a cup of water. You took small sips grateful for the cool liquid soothing your very dry throat.

“Bucky?” Your voice was incredibly hoarse and you coughed after only saying one word.

“I’ll get a quick scan done of the area and you can go get him.” Bruce told Steve and he nodded before leaving the room.

“You gave us quite the scare but I’m glad you’re ok.”

“I never—“ you coughed again. “Noticed anything until—“ you take a deep breath. “I took off my top.”

“I figured as much.” Bruce said as you were taken into the room where the scannings were done.

Once you were done you were taken to a clean room and the nurses helped to get you cleaned up. Bucky rushes in just as you sat up in bed. He stood there just staring at you, his eyes full of unshed tears and distant as if he couldn’t believe you were looking back at him.

“Buck, babe?” Your still raspy voice filled the room.

And just like that could breathe again as he rushed to your side. Bucky cupped your face gently, his tears stained your cheeks as he peppered kisses all over them. He pulled you into his chest once he sat down at the edge of the bed. The floodgates opened now that he knew you were awake and he couldn’t control it. You move your hand up and down as you try to soothe him.

“I-I thought I lost you.” He said through stuttered breaths. “God, I don’t know what I’d do if that happened.”

“I’m ok my love.” You whispered.

“I know. I do really but this has all felt like a nightmare. Worse than anything hydra could ever do to me.”

“Hydra was horrible to you. How could you say that?” You pulled back and stared at him wide eyed.

“Sugar, everything I’ve ever wanted I found it with you. If I lost you I don’t think I’d have a reason to live. You’d take my heart with you.”

You opened your mouth to reply but Bucky cut you off with a desperate kiss. Someone cleared their throat at the door and you pulled apart. The whole team was there.

“Eewwww mom and dad were kissing.” Clint says with a smile, causing the others to chuckle.

“I’m sorry for interrupting the reunion but I think I found the issue.”

“Wait, if you didn’t know what the issue was, why am I getting better?” You looked at Bruce.

“Well, you lost some blood and we needed to do a transfusion and since you and Steve are the same type…”

“So what am I like a super soldier now? Because I don’t feel all that super.”

“I’m still not sure how much the serum might affect you but for now it’s doing the most important part which is healing you and that’s all we care about.” Bruce walked to stand by your bed.

“I think I need oxygen. It’s a bit hard to breathe.”

“Let me set that up.”

Bruce moves around and sets up everything you’d need before handing you the nasal cannula so that you can fix it how you like.

“Better.”

“Good. So I did a multi angle scan to try and figure out what created the puncture wound.” Bruce said as he pulled up the image. “You can see why I thought you had been shot. The wound is circular but your rib stopped it from going further. Here you can see the crack in the bone from whatever was used to insert something like this…” he taps the keyboard a few times and a picture of some type of capsule pops up. “What I’m thinking happened was when you were on the mission you were stabbed with some kind of syringe that delivered this capsule. But then you were kicked in the same area so you thought the pain you were feeling was from the kick not this.”

“It’s probable but if that’s the case why didn’t the capsule dissolve the minute it was injected.”

“Well what I think happened was that since you had your uniform on it kept everything compressed including the capsule. The moment you took off your Kevlar it popped. I think you were lucky that the capsule didn’t get pushed into your lungs, it would have been game over in an instant.”

“This is lucky?” Bucky gritted out. He was still very tense by the thought of almost losing you.

“Very lucky. I could have dropped dead during the mission.”

Bucky was still so upset, his pout reminded you of Charlotte’s and it was hard not to tell him how cute he looked.

“We have at least bought ourselves some time to create an antitoxin to help your body fight, unless the serum does that first. I already started a search for cases around the world that presented with similar symptoms to see if anyone else was targeted.”

“Thank you Bruce, for everything.” You smile at him. He just nods and excuses himself and Tony follows.

The rest of the team comes in quickly giving you hugs and promising to come by the next day to check up on you. Once they’re gone, Bucky moves to lay down with you on the bed. You move over to give him some room and then lay your head on his chest.

“You should go get some rest.” You tell him after some time of just holding each other.

“I can get some rest right here.”

“Baby, you’ll be uncomfortable. Just go get some rest and bring me the kids in the morning.”

“But what if something happens during the night and I’m not here?”

“Nothings going to happen. I already feel so much better. I just want you to take care of yourself too. I won’t be able to sleep if I know you’re not comfortable, baby please go get some sleep.”

Bucky wanted to argue, he really did but he could see how tired you were too and decided against it.

“Fine, but I’m telling the nurses to call me asap if you even sneeze.”

“I love you.” You smile.

“I love you more.”

Bucky gets up from the bed and kisses you before reluctantly walking out of the room.

Henry woke up when he heard his father thanking Vision for staying with him and Lottie. The door to his room opens up and closes just as quickly since it was empty. Then he hears the door to Lottie’s room open. Even though his room was already done, there was sometimes where he still liked to stay close to his sister. With everything going on Lottie had been unusually quiet. She didn’t want to play and she held on tightly to anyone who would hold her. Bucky made his way to the bed both kids were sharing and first kissed Lottie’s forehead and then Henry’s. He couldn’t resist and turned to look at his father.

“Hey bubba, mama woke up and she’s feeling much better.” He smiles warmly at his son.

“Can I see her?”

“Tomorrow, we need to get some rest and then I’ll take you down to see her.”

“Ok.” Henry said with a pout.

“Sweet dreams Henry, I love you bubs.”

“I love you daddy.”

Bucky cleared his throat and walked out leaving the door ajar. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold in the overwhelming emotion of having Henry say those three words back.

Henry couldn’t get back to sleep, he was way too excited to know that you were better. He laid there next to his sister and waited. It was a while before he heard his father start to snore lightly. Henry got out of bed and grabbed his teddy bear and sneaked out of the apartment. He used his invisibility to roam the halls of the compound. It took him a few tries but he found the waiting room everyone had been in and from there he headed toward the rooms.

All of them were empty except one and he stuck his head in to see if you really were there. He found you sitting back on the bed with your head tilted up. Henry wasn’t sure if you were awake or not so he walked in, staying as quiet as possible so as to not bother you or not get caught.

He held his teddy bear close to his chest with both hands as he looked up at you. You had your eyes closed and he sighed. Henry really just wanted to spend some time with you. Without any other options Henry sat in the only chair available in the room after pulling it closer to your bed.

You opened your eyes and looked at the small sound of the chair being shifted. For a moment you thought you were hearing things but then you realized the chair was closer. A smile forms on your lips.

“Hi sweet boy. Are you going to let me see you?” You say softly. Henry appears before you.

There was a bit of fear in his eyes and you were sure it was to do with the thought of being punished.

“I’ve missed you. Will you lay down with me?”

“Can I really?”

“Yeah. I’d really like a hug.”

Henry smiles at you and stands on the chair in order to get on the bed. He was dressed in his favorite dinosaur pajamas, dinosaur feet slippers included. He looked so cute and comfy. Henry was careful, he always was but now even more so. He made sure to get on the side you hadn’t been hurt on and when he laid down he did it softly.

“Are you feeling better mama?”

“Yes, and now even better since you came to see me.” You smile at him. “Does your dad know you’re down here?”

“No.” He whispered after a minute.

“We should let him know.”

“But he was sleeping when I left.”

You sigh because that’s exactly what you wanted him to do.

“Ok, we’ll just make sure to let him know tomorrow morning.”

“Night mama.”

“Good night my sweet boy.”

Bucky was going into full panic mode when he couldn’t find Henry early the next day. It wasn’t until Friday informed him that he was with you that he calmed down enough to grab Lottie and head for the medbay. Both of them were still in pajamas.

When he got there Henry was still asleep by your side and the smile you gifted him was enough to melt any remaining fear away.

“Mama!” Lottie made grabby hands at you as her eyes lit up.

Bucky set her down on your other side and she laid her hair down on your shoulder while her arm wrapped around your neck. Henry began to wake up and his eyes went wide when he saw Bucky. He looked up at you for help.

“Henry we’ll have to talk about you leaving like that but we’ll do it later. You’re not in trouble for this but you can’t do that again, ok?”

He nods and looks down at his hands.

“Do you want to give mama your surprise?”

He nodded and told you to close your eyes while Bucky gave him whatever it was that he wanted to give you.

“Open mama.”

Henry held up a small canvas that was obviously made by him and he looked so happy. There were a bunch of flowers on it and you were certain they were done with finger paint.

“Do you like it mama?”

“Like it? I love it.” You took it in your free hand.

“Uncle Steve said girls like getting flowers so I painted some so you can have them forever.” He beams when he tells you this little piece of information and it makes you tear up.

“You are so sweet. I love you so much sweet boy.”

“I love you mama.”

Henry’s words have you crying. It’s an overwhelming amount of emotions. Your arms wrapped around both Lottie and Henry as you held them as close as possible.

“I love you.” You say as you look at Bucky.

“I love you more.”

Bucky joined the hug too. He held his whole world in his arms and he had never been so scared of losing something as he was now. He never had doubts about how much he loved you before but almost losing you made him realize that he needed to fight harder to keep you safe. To show you just how much he loved you and that he’d do anything for you and the kids.

The first thing he’d do would be to take Henry to Wakanda and the second would be to track down the son of a bitch who almost stole you from him.

But for right now he’d just enjoy having his family by his side.

Ch. 17

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