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joshlmbrt · 3 months

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‘A Heart To Heart.’ | s. harrington x henderson!reader

w; emotional rollercoaster, starcourt battle, choking, mentions of death, injuries, blood, hoppers letter in italics because i just had too, a bunch of crying - i am very sorry it was needed, fear of growing up!!! wooo!!!

songs; i know the end - phoebe bridgers, vienna - billy joel

an; this has been in my head for a while, i apologize in advance and hugging you while you read. thank you @taintandviolent for beta reading!! i appreciate you so so much <3 also, this is left open for a part two - if anyone would enjoy that 😼

— Feelings. Jesus. The truth is, for so long I'd forgotten what those even were. I've been stuck in one place. In a cave, you might say. A deep, dark cave.

The tightening around your throat makes you cough, your feet bruised from the mandatory heels for work, nails clawing at Billy’s arm that had black veins twisting an evil web inside. Your teary eyes cut over as you watch El try her best to stand on her wobbly feet.

You can hear Dustin screaming from the upper level - and maybe Steve, you weren’t exactly sure when every noise sounded like it was muffled.

Your ears begin to ring, eyes rolling to the back of your head and blurring your vision, hands slipping from Billy’s arms. There’s a sharp pain that makes your head throb and your back ache, a gasp ripping through your throat as you cough, your own hand covering your neck.

Your other hand feels around and you can tell you were on the floor now. You flip around onto your hands and knees, fingers clawing against the linoleum. You turn, eyes widening when you see Billy’s hands and knees pinning El down.

��El!” Your voice is raspy, cheeks wet with tears. She doesn’t turn her head, neither does Billy. Her hand lifts, placing it gently onto his cheek. Your chest shudders as you cough again, then something happens - Billy standing, Max’s screaming, and your knees burning as you scoot across the floor and pull El away, eyes squeezing shut as you wrap your arms around her.

There’s a dull thud that you hear and when you open your eyes, you wished you hadn’t - Billy Hargrove was on the ground, black liquid slipping from his mouth, staining his chin and sweaty white tank top.

Max was by him, hand on his shoulder as she cried over him. Your eyes drift up as you connect with Dustin’s, glad he was still at the upper level. They drift over to Steve who stares at you, chest heaving and busted lip parting.

You blink and turn away, grabbing Max’s arm when she falls onto her bottom, the back of her hand pressing in between her forehead as her shoulders shake from her sobs. You pull her close, a hand holding the side of her head, eyes staring at the teen.

That easily could’ve been anyone of you.

And even if Billy wasn’t the best person, he didn’t deserve to die like that. No one deserves to die while they stare at the face of something monstrous or inhumane.

— For the first time in a long time, I started to feel things again. I started to feel happy. But lately, I guess I've been feeling distant from you. Like you're pulling away from me or something.

The back of your ankles were blistered and bleeding through your stockings from the heels you had been running around in all night, feet sore and swollen and red.

Your eyes finally adjust from all the lights that had been flashing from the ambulances and cop cars. The rain feels nice on your skin even though it is sticky when it dries - it feels better than being beaten and thrown against the wall.

Your eyes linger on your friends hugging loved ones, you notice the ones who don't show.

Robin and Max sit together on the back of the ambulance, eyes staring at the wet ground.

Dustin sits with you, head on your shoulder, eyes shut. He called your mom - she would be here any second you know. You pat his arm softly, standing and tightening the blanket around your shoulders as you make your way towards Steve.

You stop in front of him. “Hey, Rambo.” Your eyes stare at his cleaned wounds and puffy eyes.

The corner of his lips twitch ever so slightly upwards. “Hey.” You can see his eyes drop down to your neck that had bruised into fingerprints.

You shift your shoulders a bit, feeling the blanket slip up and hide your neck. “You… you okay?” You turn and sit next to him.

He picks at his finger, before shrugging. “I will be,” He nods, hair flopping against his forehead. He then glances at you. “You?”

You give him a small smile. “I will be.” He lets out a small huff, shaking his head.

— But I know you're getting older, growing, changing. And, I guess, if I'm being really honest, that's what scares me. I don't want things to change.

Your chest felt like it was breaking as you folded your clothes, fitting what you can into a suitcase for college.

Joyce had agreed - really insisted on the fact - to let you ride with them on the way to California, even going as far as letting you stay since you didn’t want to stay in the dorms with a random person that you barely knew.

You could also help around the house when it was needed.

There’s a knock on your door, startling you a bit. You’ve been more jumpy, but that’s common after the events that have happened. You walk over, opening it.

“Hey, Dustin. Come to help?” You smirk. He nods a bit, but doesn’t give a smile back. He walks inside past you, going to your closet. You frown and clear your throat, tucking some hair behind your ear.

You make your way back and continue to fold some pajamas that you had thrown onto the bed. Robin had gone through them early this morning, stealing some of them and any shoes you told her she could have.

You glance over at Dustin after a while. He’s been more quiet than usual lately - no petty comments or arguments, agreeing to whatever dinner you had said or movie. Rarely leaving the house when you were there.

“Dusty?” You test the waters with his nickname. He only hums, glancing towards you. You tilt your head, worry lines in your forehead. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He nods. He says the word like there’s actually nothing bothering him - like he hasn’t been mute for a while.

But he’s your brother. And you know him better than anyone.

“Dustin,” You place the top that you had folded into the suitcase, turning to face his back now. “I know you better than you’d like to admit. There’s something bothering you. You can talk to me, you know?”

“Fine,” He snaps, turning around. “I-I thought I’d be excited when you finally got out of here - you know. Like younger siblings always feel when… when their older sibling is leaving, but i’m not,” You frown when you hear the crack in his voice.

“I hate that you are leaving. I hate that things are changing. I hate that… I hate that you won’t be here for whatever I need. I hate that everything is… is changing and it’s going so fast. I-” He stops, shoulders shaking when a sob breaks free from his chest - it’s one of those cries that hurt when it leaves your throat and it hurts your heart when you hear it and see his face crumbling.

“Dustin, hey,” You are quick to step forward, pulling him close and giving him a tight hug. He hasn’t cried like this since he broke his wrist - but this was a different cry from that as well. Your hand holds the back of his head. “Hey… It’s okay. I’m not going to be gone forever.”

“You might be.”

You smile and shake your head. “I don’t think I could stay away from here even if I wanted to,” Hawkins never really felt like a home to you. You always felt like there might be something better for you out of Indiana. But, then again, when you are with the right people, Hawkins feels like home a little bit.

Maybe it was just the people you were around.

“Mom and you are here. The others are here,” You pull away and wipe away the tears that stained his flushed cheeks. “I wouldn’t be able to just not come back, Dusty.”

“Even if you found somewhere better?”

You hum, faux contemplating as your eyes stare up at the ceiling. “That’s a good question,” You say. You hear a small chuckle and you smile, looking at him. “Even if I found somewhere better.” You nod.

He nods, releasing a shuddering breath. “You… you won’t forget about us here?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “I won’t,” You pull him closer into another tight hug, eyes shutting when you feel the burn. “I love you, Dusty.”

He nods, curls tickling your cheek. You feel his grip tighten.

“I love you.”

— So I think maybe that's why I came in here, to try and stop that change. To turn back the clock. To make things go back to how they were. But I know that's naive. It’s just not how life works.

You flinch when you hear pebbles hit against your window, head turning and glancing as another hits against it. You stand from your bed, making your way over and lifting it once you realize who it was.

“Hi, you okay?” You whisper, helping Steve inside.

“I, uh,” He clears his throat. “I can’t sleep.”

You frown but nod a bit. “I can’t either… Do you… do you wanna stay?” You tilt your head. “You know, like old times.” You give him a small smile.

“Oh, uh,” He peeks down at his pajamas. He had forgotten he had even worn them - left his house in a frenzy to come check on you. Check to see if you were still here and hadn’t left without saying goodbye. “Uh, sure.”

Might as well. Since you're leaving tomorrow. Leaving him.

You smile and nod, walking towards your bed and slipping back under the covers. You hold them open for Steve. He makes his way over, slipping off his slippers and slipping into the bed beside you.

You roll over onto your side to face him, hand resting under your head as you stare at him.

“Are you nervous?” He asks.

You hum softly, nodding a tad. “Yeah. A bit. But it shouldn’t be no different than high school, right?”

His eyes glance towards your pinky that sticks out. “I wouldn’t know.” College was a sore subject for Steve to even think about, much less discuss. The constant fear of letting his father down was growing tremendously - especially after he had told him about the five rejection letters and how he was about to get a job at the new video store.

“Steve,” Your voice is soft but stern, brows lifted when he finally looks your way. Your face contorts into a softer expression. “You find the right college one day. Don’t be too hard on yourself.”

“Kind of hard when you’ve got two harping parents that drones on and on,” His hand moves and fidgets with the loose string on your pillowcase. Your eyes follow his fingers. “I’m scared to let everyone down.”

“You haven’t so far.”

He lets out a scoff, humming a bit. “Sure.” Your hand lands on his forearm, thumb swiping back and forth against the tanned skin.

“You haven’t ever let me down.”

His eyes jump back up towards yours, mossy greens staring into yours. You smile softly and watch as his pupils dilate slightly.

“Not ever,” Your hand moves from his arm and rests on his cheek. “You’re gonna be something big someday, Steve Harrington.”

He smiles a bit. “You think?”

“I know it.”

— It's moving, always moving, whether you like it or not. And yeah, sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's sad. And sometimes, it's surprising. Happy.

You play with the pink post-it note that Steve had left for you after he had woken up and left;

‘Call me when you come back to town. I’ll miss you.

-Steve.’

You smile as your eyes read over Steve’s chicken scrawl, the phone rings in your left ear.

“Hello?” A man’s voice asks on the other end. You stand up straighter, clearing your throat. You’re surprised to hear who answered the phone. The man rarely left his chair or office when he was home.

“Hi, Mr. Harrington. I was just wondering if Steve was there?”

“No, he left this morning. He told me he had a job interview at that new dingy, little video store.” You could hear the disgust rolling off in his voice.

You frown but nod to yourself. “Oh, uh, okay. Thank you. Just tell him that I wished I could've told him bye and that I’ll call him later on.” You doubt the older Harrington will relay the message to Steve, but still, you wanted to just in case he might.

“Of course, dear. Good luck at college.”

“Thanks. Have a nice day, Mr. Harrington.” You hang up before he could say anything else, sighing when you turn and see Dustin.

He gives you a small smile. “Can we… ride our bikes like old times?”

You smile and nod, stepping towards him and ruffling his hair as you both make your way out of the back door and into the garage, grabbing your bike from the wall it leans on.

— So you know what? Keep on growing up kid. Don't let me stop you. Make mistakes, learn from 'em.

To say that there were a bunch of tears would be an understatement.

There's more than just tears. It’s gasping breathes, hyperventilating, and sobs that feel the Byers’ front yard.

Your heart feels as if it was being pulled from your chest and stepped on while you die slowly on the ground, watching it being stomped on.

Nancy hugs you tightly, your eyes shutting as more tears slip from your eyes that you didn’t know were still there. “Could you promise me something?” You whisper.

She nods, pulling away and wipes at the mascara that stains under her eyes. “Yeah.”

“Watch out for Dustin, please. He’s… he has a hard time adjusting to change and he’s tried to act like it doesn’t bother him to others, but it does.”

She smiles and nods, wiping your own tears from your cheeks and pulls you into a tight hug. “Watch out for Jonathan too.” She says, letting out a breathy laugh.

You laugh softly, nodding, chin quivering as you pull away and exchange a hug with Lucas and Max, squeezing them both extra before pulling away.

“If you need anyone to talk to, call me always.” You look between the both of them. They nod simultaneously before pulling you back into another hug.

You let out a quiet sob, hugging them again, before pulling away and looking over at Dustin. His lip quivers when his eyes meet yours. He’s rushing into your arms, tightening the grip when he feels your own tighten.

“You call me if you need anything or anyone. I mean it.” You whisper.

He nods, too afraid to speak. His hands grip your shirt in between his palms.

He ends up speaking anyway. “I don’t want you to go.”

You nod. “I don’t want to either,” You pull away and wipe away his tears. “But… I’ll be back to visit before you know it, okay?”

His breath shudders when he breathes and he nods. You give him a shaky smile, rubbing at his shoulders. “You’ll be okay… I promise.”

He nods again, though he doubts he will. He gives you a weak smile before pulling away, wiping at his tears. You sniff as El grabs your hand, pulling you with her, nose red, cheeks flushed, and wet cheeks.

You smile at her.

“Ready?” She asks softly.

You don’t think you are, looking back at everyone who watches Jonathan and Will climb into Jonathan’s car. Joyce shuts the door to the driver's side, starting up the moving truck.

Despite that, you nod. “Ready.”

She pulls you along with her, your head turning and glancing at everyone. It makes a fresh set of unshed tears line your eyes again. You quickly look away and slip into the passenger side when El scoots into the middle.

Your eyes stay trained on the mirror, watching your group of friends watch and wave, their bodies growing smaller in the distance.

It’s hard leaving them - Dustin and the kids, you babysat them, even played their silly little games when Dustin would beg and beg you. He even would pay you at times with a quarter because that’s all he had.

Nancy - her determination and her advice for when things would get hard.

Steve. The person who you didn’t say goodbye to just yet. The boy you’d grown up with, sharing ice cream cones and secrets. Sharing scraped knees and bruises.

But you held a love for him so deep that wasn’t shared.

— And when life hurts you, because it will, remember the hurt. The hurt is good. It means you're out of that cave.

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korasonata · 1 year

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Ok but this Cleo/El/Scott Coven is actually the most adorable thing. Cleo and El’s little practice session is legitimately like straight out of a movie training montage. Cleo teaching her hex casting. The way Cleo is legitimately SO excited when El masters her first explosion. El being nervous and overwhelmed when Cleo shows her the symbol for an artifact, and Cleo just being like don’t worry I’ll talk you through it. Cleo using her own amethyst shards to help charge her artifact. The cut at the end of the montage in Eloise’s episode that shows how she’s COMPLETELY demolished the training room from her advanced explosion spells. El giving Cleo a clock as a present to say thank you for helping her, and Cleo promising to help her more in the future if she ever needs anything.

And then Scott. Scott poking fun at her but also actually being really helpful in his own way? Him asking if he can curse her to test out a spell he hasn’t used before because he wants to have a bit of a laugh, only for him to remove it the second she says it’s too much for her and then promising to teach it to her as well. Him watching her trial, whispering pointers to her as she’s getting ready for the final fight. Bertha inviting Scott to their special school of magic, stating that it was only for the strongest witches on the server, and Scott immediately listing Eloise alongside himself, Shelby, and Cleo as the strongest members of the server, and when Bertha laughs he IMMEDIATELY defends her like “Eloise is stronger now.” And when Bertha just keeps laughing he goes “she just won her tournament, don’t laugh about that.”

The little outfit montage in the middle where Cleo and Scott help her pick out some armour.

El winning the retrial and Bertha congratulating her, trying to give her a speech about how proud they are of her and how much she deserved it, and El just straight up ignoring them, running away mid speech to check on her last opponent, asking if they were ok and going “I’m sorry, I didn’t give you a chance to breathe, but I really wanted to do Scott and Cleo proud.”

IT’S THE FOUND FAMILY VIBES, OK?!

#witchcraft smp #wcsmp #wcsmpblr #zombie cleo #zombiecleo #dangthatsalongname #scott smajor #soupforeloise

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mylittlevsoldier · 4 days

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Mike's "Will Voice". - An Essay by me.

If you’re a byler you know about the “Will Voice '' . But if you somehow don’t or you’re new, the “Will Voice" is the voice that Mike uses when he is talking to Will and ONLY Will. Normally Mike is a little abrasive and defensive to most people when he is talking to them. But when talking to Will, his voice is soft and quiet, just above a whisper, gentle.

Before we get into it, I think you should just know that the “Will voice” isn’t just something Byler’s made up! The directors tell Finn (the actor that plays Mike) to use a “special voice” when talking to Noah (The actor that plays Will) when filming.

DISCLAIMER - i actually didnt think this was going to be this long so sorry in advance but here are my thought i hope you enjoy! i love you!

“It was a seven, the Demogorgon. It got me.” - Season 1

One of the VERY FIRST SCENES in the show is Mike using his “Mike voice” Even if he really doesn't have to say anything at all. After Karen tells everybody to leave and all of the boys are hopping on their bikes to go home, Will is the only one left behind with Mike. Will admits to Mike that in the campaign they're playing, the Demogorgon got to him and killed him.

Something about this scene is just so…. The look of understanding, the nod. Mike is just more gentle with will than anyone else.

Right before this he was just arguing will Dustin about weather his sister is cool or not but with Will it’s different.

Unfortunately, since Will really isn’t in the whole rest of the season, because yknow he’s in a whole other dimension there aren't a lot of other scenes where Mike is using his “Will voice” However, Mike was the person who wanted to find will the most behind maybe Joyce. Saying that he “was the only one who cared about Will”, so that is something.

“Crazy together.” - Season 2

In my opinion, season 2 is like beak soft byler. The first season 2 byler moment was..

The Arcade Scene

As soon as Mike snaps Will out of his trance, his vision, whatever you want to call it, he goes right back to Will's comforting voice and tries to make it feel better and distracts him with a dig dug.

In the next episode, it Halloween. And we ALL know what happened on Halloween night of 1987.

Will’s episode on halloween

When Will has a bad vision, who is the first name he calls? Mike. Not Lucas, Not Dustin, not even Max. Mike. Not anyone else but Mike. And who was the first one to find Will and the first one to comfort him? Micheal Fucking Wheeler. And he was using the same soft voice he always does when talking to Will, barley over a whisper. Not to mention that Mike wouldn't let anyone touch Will but himself after Will snapped out of his episode.

Talk in Mike’s Basement Scene

After Will had this awful episode, Mike takes Will and only Will back to his house. Will rambles and rants about how he feels stuck and Mike? He is attentive, sweet, listening, letting him get all of his words out. I’ve noticed with other people Mike can come off like he’s abrasive and harsh but with Will he is nothing close to that.

In this conversation also consists of Mike helping Will express his feeling by finishes his sentences for him when he just can’t get his words out. In the few times Mike does speak, he does not break out of the gentle voice and literally never breaks his gaze from Will, not once.

EVEN WHEN MIKE TALKS ABOUT EL HE TALKS IN HIS WILL VOICE. AND THE ONLY REASON MIKE BROUGHT UP EL WAS FOR WILL’S BENEFIT.

And then the most iconic Byler line in Stranger Things history, “If we’re both going crazy, we’ll go crazy together, right?” “Yeah, crazy together.” So gentle, so sweet, so wholesome.

The hallway scene

Mike immediately notices something off with Will and has to make sure everything is okay.

Side note: even when Will isn't with Mike and the party, Mike will literally do anything he can to help Will. That’s his only priority at the moment.

Will’s bedroom scene

Even when Will is talking about “Him” Mike still reminds him that Will is a good person, calling him a “super spy” Mike is doing absolutely anything he can to comfort Will and make him feel any better. (P.s. this moment is so wholesome I love it.)

And then the “yeah, yeah I really do” The PRIME example of “Will Voice” The gentleness, the voice, the look, the nod, the reassurance, AND THEN THE REACH FOR THE HAND.

Hospital Scene (Will wakes up)

Will wakes up and Mike is obviously right there (‘cause he slept in the chair next to the bed, WHICH IS LIKE MY FAVORITE BYLER MOMENT OF ALL TIME) and asks if Will is “hurting again”, Mike keeps his eyes steady on Will. His only focus is Will right now. He keeps his voice soft and he asks will things to make sure he understands and that he is hearing what Will is going through right now.

Mike recalling how they met

Even though the poor boys voice is shaky because he is literally trying (and failing) to hold back tears, it’s still soft and reassuring.

“It’s not my fault you don't like girls!” -Season 3

The movie theater scene

This scene is one of my favs from Season 3. Mike is the first and only person to realize something is off with Will and say something to make sure he’s okay. The "you okay?” and “you sure?” are so gentle and soft. It reminds me a lot of someone jumping at a scary part in a movie and their partner wrapping their arm around them and asking if they’re okay.

NOT TO MENTION THE NOT SO SUBTLE LIP GLANCES.

(Also the little gay panic Will has after Mike ask if he’s okay and the blush on Mike’s cheeks before)

The scene right before the fight scene

Mike immediately notices Will is upset after Mike makes his “joke” and he goes back to his voice that always gets Will and tries to convince him that they (him and Lucas) do really want to finish the campaign.

The fight scene

Mike IMMEADLEY goes back to his will voice after he drops the bomb shell because he know he fucked up and he did it BIG TIME. The big difference between Mike’s “Will Voice” in Season 2 and Season 3 is that in Season 2 he was really using that voice with Will because he knew that it was comforting to him but now in season 3 he uses it because he knows Will will fall for it.

(Also you know how Max says to El that Mike will come crawling back to El in no time? The only person he came crawling back to apologizing was Will.)

“Get away from the door” Scene

@myname1sca1 brought up a great point! The scene where Max is trying talk to Billy through the door, Will has a feeling that “He’s here” and Mike turns and say to Max to get away from the door a=in a gentle, quiet, soft voice and when she doesn't listen, he turns away from will at screaming at her do get away from the door. He was only using that voice because he was looking at Will and dropped that voice as soon as he looked away.

The “Not possible” Scene

Toward the end of season 3, Mike realizes that he was being (in his own words) an asshole the whole season and starts caring about Will again. And when Will comes out and puts his box of D&D on the donate box, the thing he has loved since forever, Mike makes sure that he knows he is giving it away.

Will knows he’ll just use Mike’s when he visits the won’t join another party. That’s not possible.

(Plus the look on Mikes face after Will says “not possible” is adorable.)

"I didn't say it." "You didn't have to."

Will's bedrooms scene

OMFG THIS SCENE

Immediately Mike is relaxed. His voice low and calm and he lightheaded. The "You didn't have to" AND THE SMILE. This is a COMPLETE contrast to has he is around El in this part of the season. When with her, he is all tease and feel like he can never say the right thing.

Also, the absolute adoration for Will in his voice. When he says "It's Hawkins, it's not the same without you."

You can also really tell that Mike is really confiding in Will and letting his guard down which he never really does with anyone. Including El. Especially with the whole line "I don't know what's going to happen next." And if you know Mike Wheeler he never tells ANYONE that he is wrong or that he doesn't know what's going on. So, the fact that he feels comfortable enough with Will is something.

"But you make her feel better for being different." Season 4, Vol 2

"We have to Kill him." "And we will." Scene

The MOMENT Mike finds out that Will can feel that 001 is there, he jumps back into being his reassuring, gentle self for Will. This scene reminds me a lot of the "Yeah, Yeah i really do scene for season 2.

OMG WE ARE DONE, if you made it through all of that, I love you so much. If you want to see more things like this PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let me know because i love writing essays about Byler analysis!

also let me know if there's anything I missed because if i miss enough things i will gather it and but it in an update!

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Stanger Things I The First 8 Minutes - Series Opener [HD] (Still Watching Netflix on YouTube)

Stranger Thing 02x02 - Mike and Will 'Crazy Together' Scene (Raghaua Daroui on Youtube)

Byler compilation (Season 2-3) (GoraculGerard on Youtube)

every byler scene 1080p I Stranger Things Season 4 Vol 1 (longbttms on Youtube)

byler 1080p scene pack I Stranger Things Vol 2 (longbttms on YouTube)

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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spain's biggest fan | p. gavi

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part two

pablo gavi x kaká!reader

a/n: i've read so many of these socmed au's, people are so hilarious 😂 also i can't think of a title, can u tell? this is a looong one, sry in advance. also i got super invested in this and will be making a part 2!

synopsis: spain's golden boy managed to score a goal at the world cup — and a brazilian?

face claim: jenna ortega

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pablogavi Partido muy completo del equipo, el domingo a por más! 💪🏽🔴🔵 [Very complete match of the team, on Sunday let's go for more! 💪🏽🔴🔵]

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pedri Muy bien cabrón 😝 [Very good, bastard 😝]

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ynkaka just another day at work before the world cup. thank god

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raphinha Sangue é incrível!! Eu adoraria estar coberto de sangue pelo meu trabalho [Blood is amazing!! I would love to be covered in blood for my work]

ynkaka raphinha vou enviar alguns pra você [i will send some to you]

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pablogavi Hola Qatar, eres hermoso ❤️🇶🇦 [Hello Qatar, you are beautiful ❤️🇶🇦]

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ynkaka 🥰

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pablogavi 🥰

ynkaka where are the photo credits man! 😭

pablogavi ynusername sorry🥺

gavixyn is he learning english?? 🥹

pedri Ahí es donde fuiste? Con ella?? Te estaba buscando idiota [That's where you went? With her?? I was looking for you idiot]

pablogavi pedri cálmate perro [calm down dog]

raphinha Cuidala o Neymar te va a matar 😂 [Take care of her or Neymar will kill you 😂]

pablogavi raphinha 😂

gavifan2 omg they're together in qatar! 🥹

ynfan2 y/n is there to support leomessi too!

gavifan4 how do u know

ynfan5 she literally has said publicly that she's a huge fan of messi and that she supports argentina 😒

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Doha, Qatar

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ynkaka im here leomessi

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courteneycoxofficial Caption sounds... scary.

ynkaka courteneycoxofficial i don't mean it like that... i-

screamfan1 courteneycoxofficial i miss gale and y/c/n 😭

leomessi ❤️

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pedri Tus pestañas son tan largas [Your lashes are so long]

ynkaka pedri eso es un cumplido o no [is that a compliment or no]

pablogavi Revisar textos <3

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gavifan2 omg gavi just told y/n to check her texts 🥹

ynfan3 gavifan2 they would be so cute together omg

neymarjr Me encontre no meu quarto de hotel antes de sair com o Senhor Cute Boy [Meet me at my hotel room before you go out with Mr. Cute Boy]

ynkaka neymarjr sim chefe [yes boss]

neyandyn5ever neymar and y/n's friendship is so good

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ynkaka how'd i get here

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pablogavi ❤️

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pedri Eres tan valiente para tomar una foto de una rata [You're so brave to take a photo of a rat]

pablogavi pedri bobo [idiot]

ynkaka pedri i know right? 😝

pedrifan1 pedri is so cold for that 😂😂

neymarjr O amor é tão bom em você Y/n [Love is so nice on you Y/n]

ynkaka neymarjr o amor é nojento [love is gross]

pablogavi ynkaka muchas gracias 🙄 [thanks a lot 🙄]

frenkiedejong ❤️

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pabsandyn so cute!! 🩷

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ynfan3 is that gavi?? where are they?

gavifan1 yep they're both in qatar for the wc

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pablogavi Buena comida con esa chica de Scream [Good food with that girl from Scream]

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ynkaka yep. apenas aquela garota de scream. [yep. just that chick from scream.]

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pedri Me sorprende que no te haya apuñalado en la boca [I'm surprised she didn't stab you in the mouth]

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pablogavi pedri 🙄

frenkiedejong Que bueno que fuiste al lugar que te recomende 😂 [Good thing you went to the place I recommended you 😂]

pablogavi frenkiedejong 😂😂

ynfan4 y/n in a ponytail >>

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gavifan3 gavi's a scream fan

ynkaka correct.

ynfan1 ynkaka omg thank god.

ferrantorres Gusto 😌 [Taste 😌]

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jkeey4 Winner winner chicken dinner!!!

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pablogavi jkeey4 😂

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ynkaka WORLD CU-U-UP!

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pablogavi COPA MUNDIALLL [WORLD CUP]

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pablogavi Spain's biggest fan 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷

ynkaka pablogavi good english, kid 🥰

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richarlison O que aconteceu com a minha camisa, cara???? Você rasgou?! [What happened to my jersey, dude??? Did you shred it?!]

ynkaka richarlison NÃO SEU IDIOTA!! eu mantenho isso seguro em meu coração! cu de palhaço [no, you idiot!! i keep it safe in my heart! clown ass]

gavixyn gavi finally gave a girl his jersey!!! i'm so glad it's youuuu 🩷🩷

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pedri Vamonosss España!! 🇪🇸 [Let's go, Spain!! 🇪🇸]

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sergioramos No puedo esperar a verte en nuestros colores!! ¡No todos los días ves a un brasileño usar los colores de España! 🇪🇸🤝🇧🇷 [Cannot wait to see you in our colors!! Not everyday you see a Brazilian wear Spain colors!]

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ynkaka sergioramos obrigado lenda 😘

ynfan5 i'm at the world cup too!! Hope i see you 🩷

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pablogavi Es un honor poder jugar mi primer Mundial con la sefutbol ¡Vamos a por todas! 🇪🇸👊🏽 #fifaworldcup #qatar2022 [It's an honor to be able to play my first World Cup with the sefutbol, let's go for it all! 🇪🇸👊🏽]

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raphinha ¡Enhorabuena! 👊🏽 [Congratulations! 👊🏽]

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ynkaka orgulhoso de você, amorzinho 🩷 [proud of you, love 🩷]

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pablogavi ynkaka mi amor 🩷 [my love 🩷]

mikkykiemeney beautiful 🤍

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gavifan1 so proud of you Pabs ❤️

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hina-hina · 1 year

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ohh, great! in that case, I'd love to see Valeria w a sister!reader. whether its headcanons of having a 'fight' training w her. (idk how to call it honestly-im sorry hope u get me😭).

Or could be a fic abt how both get in the military together, then are separated after a few years, and how reader now in the tf 141 meets her once again during her interrogation, when the tf captured val. + if she realizes reader is w alejandro (no need to add this if its too much).

thank u in advance, and please, no pressure! Take your time!

Hello again friend!!! I love the idea of Valeria being a protective big sister, so cute!! (○｀ 3′○) I also really like your fic idea, I might return to it in the future and tag this post if you would be okay with that!! Thank you for requesting!!

|| Valeria Garza Training with her Sister ||

Warnings: Fem reader, cursing, and mild violence

Valeria would be very reluctant to let her little sister get involved with her work

But she would still want you to be able to defend yourself

She knows she puts you at risk by association, so she takes it upon herself to train you

I can see that maybe in this instance, Valeria has been taking care of you since you were both small

Because of this, you immediately wanted to follow her to the army

She didn't like this and instead wanted you to have a better life but you stood fast and eventually followed her again when she became El Sin Nombre

She would keep your existence a closely guarded secret and not tell very many people your her sister, lest you get used against her

Instead, you become her confidante and second-hand

While she is training you, I can imagine she would be tough on you

It because she cares and wants you to be able to protect yourself when she can't protect you

So she would be a little hard on you when you mess up but she would be quick to help you understand something

She would want to teach you everything she knows

Hand-to-hand, how to shoot guns, she would even train you with knives to prepare you for every possible outcome

When you get better at it, I can see her making you spar with some of her men and laughing whenever you knock them on their ass

Likes to see peoples faces when you catch them off guard with your skill and strength

She may even begin to trust you more with her business and introduce you a bit more to it

She doesn't particularly like what she has to do but she does it so you'll have more opportunities

An unrelated headcanon: She would definitely give her sister a matching gold chain like hers

Perhaps Alejandro knew about your existence (because we all know there was something between him and Val)

So he uses this information to try and catch El Sin Nombre

However, they aren't expecting you to be as dangerous as you are and are quite shocked about it

After they're able to catch Val, before they can fly her out, you are able to save her to everyone's shock

She is also shocked and very proud of her little sister because leading a whole cartel is no small feat

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BITTERSWEET — 42!miles morales

TROPES: my poor attempt at angst, minor fluff

UNIVERSE: canon-divergent

PAIRING(S): 42!miles morales x gn!reader

WARNING(S): translated Spanish (please correct me), reader is still learning Spanish, 42!miles is a sad boi, mentions of death, ooc!miles I think?? (I really don’t know, this man got 2 minutes of screen-time)

A/N: is this original? not really. is this self-indulgent? absolutely. 42!miles is in purple 1610!miles is in red. Also sorry if this is all over the place, I was lowkey kinda sick when I wrote this

HOW DID MILES even end up in the spider society’s headquarters? Other Miles.

“Look man, I appreciate you bringing me here, but I really don’t see the point of me being here.”

“Dude, the only people you ever talk that your close to is mom, uncle Aaron, and me,” the tallest rebutted.

Miles was about to retort that those weren’t the only people he was close with but quickly snapped his mouth back shut, bringing back bittersweet memories.

— FLASHBACK

“Miles!” you called out, hurrying up your walking pace into a slight jog, “Thanks for waiting for me.”

“Of course. No podía tener al amor de mi vida aquí solo en estas calles a punto de ser asaltado,” he replied offering his hand which you took, and began walking.

“Wait, did you just call me ‘love of your life?’” you question after finally translating it in your mind, obviously flustered by his sudden declaration.

“You’re getting better, amar,” he compliments placing a chaste kiss to your jaw.

“Hey! Don’t ignore my question!”

Abruptly pausing your walk to your place, he swiftly drags you to the side of the street pulling you closer, “Sí, eres el amor de mi vida. Now, am I the love of your life?” he inquires with a soft whisper, squeezing your hand.

“My love is all for you, amado,” you softly chuckle placing a kiss, squeezing his hand back.

“That’s right, I am your beloved,” he smiled cockily, pulling you closer to him, with his arm around your shoulder instead of holding your hand in his, resuming the walk.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“We’re not close,” he huffed out.

“We’re literally the same person, but you somehow ended up emo and even more of a nerd than I am.”

One look from the other, made Miles immediately shape up again, “Um, anyways! This is the cafeteria, though not a lot of people are here right now since for some reason at exactly 3:33 PM no one’s ever hungry.”

“Huh.”

“Yeah, but in the next 10 minutes or so, this place should be filled,” as if on cue 2 spider-people came swinging in.

“What’s up Miles and new guy!” Pavitr greeted, taking off his mask to show off his perfectly white smile.

‘So bright…’

“Finally, now your the new guy Prowler me.”

“No your still the new guy.”

“Wait why?! We’ve known each other for two months! And I’ve had practically 2 years of experience being Spider-man!” Miles exclaimed, making incoherent gestures with his arms.

“Yeah, but this guy just has the vibes, y’know?” Pavitr explained, making contact with Miles’ shoulder, immediately making said boy stiffen. “Oh, my bad bro,” he apologized, releasing his hand.

Miles just grunted in acknowledgment turning his attention to the other spider-person in the room, who was just standing there awkwardly.

“Uhm, hi?” they said, giving him a shy wave.

Immediately Miles’ half lidded eyes shoot all the way open at the familiar voice that came out of their mouth.

“Mi corazón?”

— FLASHBACK

“Uhm, hi?” those were the exact words you spoke when you first met Miles.

You both had been partnered with each other by default since you both were absent the day the project way assigned. He barely responded to any of your advances of being better acquaintances.

It was hard to tell and pinpoint an exact time when your friendship started, but all Miles knew, is that he wasn’t letting go of your relationship till the day you died. Just as his beloved nickname of yours stated itself.

— END OF FLASHBACK

“Uh… Dude? Are you okay? Because I swear I heard you say, ‘My hea-‘“ Miles was quickly cut off by a hand slapping his mouth shut.

“Shut your goddamn mouth,” he stares into Miles’ eyes before adding a small: “Please,” almost unheard.

‘He said please?!’

Slowly nodding his head, Miles slowly turned towards the other spider-person.

“Oh! Right, this is Y/N! Our latest member of the spider-society,” Pavitr introduced, making Y/N remove their mask.

“Hi, like Pavitr said, I am Y/N. Nice to meet you both,” they gave a polite smile and reached their hand out to greet the two.

“I’m Miles, and this: is also Miles! Another version of me,” the boy in the black and red spider-costume greeted, taking Y/N’s outstretched hand.

“Or you’re another version of me,” the boy in purple grumbled, “You can just call me the Prowler.”

‘He’s avoiding eye contact… Did I do something wrong? Is he just, nervous? He doesn’t strike me as the type to get easily nervous by new people…’ Y/N’s eyes narrow in thought at the newly dubbed ‘Prowler.’

“Well, I’m gonna get lunch before any others get here, see y’all around,” they say before making the braided haired boy too uncomfortable, and walking to the stands.

“Dude, what was that?” Miles questioned.

“What’re you talkin’ bout’ man?”

“‘What am I talkin’ about?’ I’m talkin’ about the way you interacted with Y/N! You were lookin’ everywhere but them.”

“Jus’ drop it man,” he sighed before turning around, “Ima jus go find that bathroom you were talkin’ bout.”

Walking away, his mind drifted back towards you; the you he just met, the spider-you, the alive you. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head, he refused to go back down that road.

You were just a bittersweet memory after all.

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How to Rehabilitate a Jock Pt 5

Part One Part Four Ao3 link Part 6

Reminder I'm not accepting anyone new on my tag list! Sorry if you want updates follow me here or subscribe on ao3! Also some warnings for Steve having PTSD and dyslexia in this fic. These two are going to start coming up more often but they begin here. Storytime!!

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Typically, a character starts at 1st level and advances in level in the adventuring world, although he or she might have been a soldier or a pirate and done dangerous things before.

Steve blew all of his breath out in an irritated sigh, balancing his forehead against his left palm and leaning impossibly closer to the book in front of him, willing the words to make sense. He put his right index finger underneath the line he was trying to read, using the trick his Seventh Grade English teacher had shown him.

Tyqically, a character stars at 1st level and advantages in level by abvemturing and morbid, although he or she might have been a sober or a gyrate and done dangerous thinps before.

He squeezed his eyes shut, resisting the urge to just grab the book and throw it against the wall. The sentences were starting to float around the page like driftwood, the letters choosing to make whatever damn words they pleased, and Steve was left drowning in the ocean without a tether as per usual.

Why did it matter if the characters were sober or gyrating? Did every character swear to be virtuous or some shit? That seemed like the kind of thing a stupid nerd game would come up with.

No, he probably just had it wrong. Steve just needed to read it again, but the thought of looking at the same paragraph he had been struggling with for the last fifteen minutes made him want to throw up.

When Eddie had given him the book last week, Steve had just thanked him and put it in his bag with no intention of reading it. But, Hellfire was at the end of the week, and he had said he would have a character to show them. He was determined to do just that, show them that he was taking this all seriously, but he couldn’t make a character until he understood what the game was.

And, apparently, he had to read to do that. Eddie had said he wouldn’t just hand everything to Steve on a silver platter.

You have to earn it. That was what Eddie had said as he gave Steve the book. He was going to have to earn this. So he had tried. He had been trying for five days now, and he was only on page eight.

Eight. Eight of like three hundred.

Steve was starting to think that maybe Hellfire wasn’t worth all the headaches he was getting trying to read this stupid book.

“Hey, Steve!”

Steve slammed the book shut as soon as he heard Nancy’s voice from behind him, scrambling to hide it under his other textbooks and act nonchalant as she and Jonathan came around the corner of the table and stood opposite him.

“How’s uh- how’s it going?” Jonathan asked, looking everywhere but directly at him.

Jonathan’s hands were fidgeting at his sides, his fingers twitching like he kept wanting to take Nancy’s hand, but kept stopping himself just before he could. Nancy was staring directly at him with the firm sort of determination she always had, her shoulders back, her head high. Steve resisted the urge to sigh.

“I’m fine,” He said, keeping his voice low and casual, “How’re you guys?”

“Good,” Nancy said, answering for both of them. She took the seat opposite of Steve without asking, pulling out the chair next to her so Jonathan could sit as well. She was still looking right at Steve with fire burning in her eyes, daring him to say something.

Let it be known, Nancy Wheeler was never going to back down from a challenge. She was strong as a lioness, as stubborn as a mule, and probably the most amazing woman Steve had ever met. Joyce Byers, Max Mayfield, and El Hopper were all extremely close seconds.

But he couldn’t really picture any of them doing what Nancy was so set on doing.

Somewhere during that last god awful night, Nancy had decided that the three of them were going to be friends. There had been a Steve and Nancy, a Nancy and Jonathan, but never a Steve and Nancy and Jonathan, and she was hell bent on seeing it happen.

And to make it happen, she continued to insert both of them into Steve’s life whenever she could.

Walking to shared classes, forcing him to come upstairs to say hi and chat for awhile when he came to get the kids from her house, and, of course, random library meetups like this one. After so many of these little check-ins, so many stilted conversations with the former love of his life and the guy she had left him for, it really shouldn’t be too awkward anymore.

It was still awkward.

“You’re spending a lot of time with the kids,” Nancy finally said after she couldn’t stand another second of uncomfortable silence.

The kids were an easy topic. They were something all three of them had in common. Steve could talk about them.

“They’re spending a lot of time with me,” He amended, trying to give her a smile. He could try for Nancy. It was the least he could do, “They just show up at my house whenever they want to and hang around my car until I agree to drive them places.”

“Sounds like them,” Jonathan murmured, and Steve huffed out a soft chuckle. He didn’t talk much, but when he did, Jonathan could be pretty funny.

“If they’re getting annoying I can tell Mike to back off,” Nancy offered, missing the point.

“No! No it’s fine,” Steve said quickly, trying to ignore the way his heart was suddenly racing.

His mind flooded with a thousand and one things that could happen if he wasn’t around, all the possibilities, all the ways that his kids could get themselves into trouble. He knew that they were smart, and capable, and resourceful, but they were also twelve. Twelve year olds who had fought against hell. Twelve year olds that needed deserved to have someone to protect them for once.

And Steve needed the kids too if he could be painfully honest with himself.

“It’s nice, actually. Fills up the time, and better than them just being left alone to get into trouble,” Steve said with a nervous little laugh, forcing his face to stay easy and even. If he acted too weird about this, then Nancy would poke and prod until she found everything out, and Steve couldn’t deal with that right now.

It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

Nancy was giving him a searching look, pinning him down onto a corkboard and examining what she found there. He had already lost her, if he had ever had anything to actually lose, and now the thought of losing the kids because of her was making his stomach twist up in knots.

It wasn’t a fair thought, probably wasn’t even an accurate one, but Steve couldn’t make it go away.

“They are little trouble magnets,” Jonathan tacked on, clearly not understanding what was happening between the two of them, “But you seem to have them well handled.”

Something about what Jonathan said made Stvee’s breath come a little easier, and he forced his shoulders to relax. No one was taking the kids away from him. No one was doing anything.

Steve was just overreacting like he always seemed to do these days.

“Yeah,” Steve responded, just so the ball was out of his court again. He couldn’t stand needing to be the one to say the next thing to cut through the silence.

Unexpectedly, it wasn’t Nancy or Jonathan that took that next step.

It was Eddie.

“Yo, Harrington!”

Every head in the library shot up, except Steve’s. He cringed, ducking his head low and trying to avoid the stares that were starting to come towards him. Eddie, who never really seemed to care who was looking and who wasn’t, continued to wave at him with big over the top gestures, trying to coax Steve over to his table.

“Is that Eddie Munson?” Nancy asked, perplexed.

Steve very quickly saw the out that had been offered and grabbed it with both hands. He stood up and began to stuff his papers and books into his backpack.

“Yeah, that’s Eddie. I better go see what he wants, but I’ll see you guys around, yeah?” He said, sliding around the table and giving them a wave, rushing away before Nancy could ask any of the other questions starting to form.

Eddie settled down when he saw Steve coming his way. He was alone at his table, completely surrounded by scraps of paper and open books. He loomed over them all, trying valiantly to make a tiny space for Steve to put his bag as he took the only free seat.

“What’s up?” Steve asked, not exactly sure why Eddie wanted his company.

“Nothing,” Eddie immediately replied, waiting a second and clearly enjoying the look of confusion Steve gave him before continuing, “Just thought I’d save you from that,”

He looked past Steve, and when Steve turned around, Nancy and Jonathan were openly staring at the two of them. Well, half of the library was openly staring, but whatever. Steve couldn’t care anymore.

“My hero,” He said sarcastically, turning back in his seat and resting his chin on top of his backpack.

“Why were they bothering you?” Eddie asked, futzing with his papers.

“They weren’t, just sitting,” Steve said, not quite on the defensive yet, but still feeling that urge to protect starting to hum in the back of his mind.

He had heard some of the things people were saying about the whole situation, and he hated the thought of Nancy or Jonathan catching heat. They hadn’t done anything wrong, at least, nothing that bad. They shouldn't have to deal with defending themselves right at the start of their relationship. It wasn’t really their fault that it just happened to come at the death of Steve’s.

“That’s weird,” Eddie stated, unintentionally treading right into dangerous territory, “I mean, it’s not like you guys are friends,”

“We are,” Steve protested automatically. Eddie raised a brow, and he faltered, trying to find the right words, “Well- I mean…”

Were they?

They didn’t really have all that much in common, and every single time they spoke it was clear all three of them weren’t really ready to be close, but Steve still considered them friends.

At the very least, Nancy and Jonathan were incredibly important people in his life, even if they weren't necessarily his friends. There were a few things that permanently bonded people, and killing an actual real life demon was one of those things.

But he couldn’t tell Eddie any of that.

“It’s complicated,” Steve settled on, hating how cliche that sounded. Eddie’s brow furrowed and he rubbed his thumb across his lower lip as he thought about what he wanted to say next.

It was honestly kind of cute.

“Nancy cheated on you,” Eddie stated bluntly.

Less cute now.

Steve flinched back, unable to help his first reaction. Cheating was such a harsh word, burning and bloody. It evoked images of The Hawk, and spray paint staining his fingers for months on end. He had promised himself he would never accuse anyone of it ever again unless he absolutely 100% knew for sure that it had happened.

Except, in this case, he did. Jonathan had told him, clearly scared out of his mind, but he had still manned up and told him. They had slept together when they were at that dude’s house, the one who helped Nancy get justice for Barb. Steve had listened, put the information in a little box in his mind, and put the box on a shelf.

Because that’s what Steve did. He just pretended he was okay no matter what, because he didn’t know any other way to be. He pretended like the sight of his pool didn’t make him nauseous, and he pretended like they hadn’t all almost died, and he pretended like he didn’t wake up gasping for air at least twice a week.

Steve pretended, because he didn’t know how to live with everything that had happened. But Nancy did, and Jonathan did, and the issue here was obviously Steve, not them. He had pretended Nancy right into Jonathan’s arms, and he had no one to blame for that except himself.

So, was it really cheating when it was Steve’s fault that it happened?

Nancy was right. He was really just…bullshit.

And yet, all of that also fell into the category of ‘Things Steve Wasn’t Legally Allowed to Tell Eddie’. He just had to go for the bullshit pretending answer.

“Yeah. She cheated on me.”

“That doesn’t sound too complicated,” Eddie said with a shrug and Steve leaned back in his chair, staring down at his hands which were fisted up in his khakis.

“Well it is,” Steve replied moodily, “It’s really fucking complicated, and I really don’t want to talk about it,”

“But she hurt you,” Eddie said, still using that stupid statement voice.

“Yeah, she hurt me, but I love her so-” Steve cut himself off, biting his tongue harshly. Yeah, he still loved her, but admitting that was fucking pathetic.

And yet, Steve was pretty sure a part of him was going to love Nancy Wheeler for the rest of his life.

“So that makes it okay?” Eddie asked, and Steve sighed, exhausted with the conversation.

“It means I can forgive her,” He said softly, trying to will his heart to stop aching, “It means I still want her in my life. Jonathan too. We’ve gone through stuff together. It’d be weird if we didn’t become friends after everything that’s happened,”

That was still probably too much to say, but Steve almost felt like he owed Eddie that much. The guy had done nothing but try to help, try to be supportive; he wanted to give him some kind of explanation for why he was continuing to torture himself with the sight of his ex and Jonathan.

Eddie still seemed pretty confused, and Steve doubted he even half understood, but his eyes had softened up, looking at Steve in a way that made his stomach feel funny. Not in the same way it had before with Nancy, just…funny.

“You’re a strange creature, Steve Harrington,” Eddie finally said, giving Steve a slow sweet smile. Steve shook his head, shooting Eddie a wry grin.

“And you, Eddie Munson, are a nosy jackass,” He snarked. Eddie laughed, too loud for the quiet library. Everything about Eddie was too much, always. He stood out from the crowd- no he didn’t just stand out, he forced himself out. Everyone had to notice him, everyone had to see. Steve, who had always done everything he could to blend in, to become one of the popular crowd, it was thrilling.

“Too true my liege,” Eddie said, inclining his head ever so slightly, “How’s your character coming?”

Steve rolled his eyes, digging around in his bag to grab the offending enemy, waving it around his head.

“Well, if I could stop wanting to hurl this book into the Quarry, I think I would be making progress,”

“What did the player handbook ever do to you?” Eddie gasped in mock horror, reaching up to pluck the book from Steve’s grasp and hold it protectively against his chest. Steve, already used to Eddie’s theatrics from their few interactions, just scowled and crossed his arms.

“It’s long, overly complicated, and the letters keep jumping around,” He griped.

Eddie slid out of the persona he had created as quickly as he had come into it, cocking his head to the side and making those bambi eyes somehow even bigger.

“Jumping around?” Eddie questioned.

“Yeah, but that one is really kind of an every book situation. I’m not big on reading. School’s just not my thing. Give me a ball or a kid to wrangle, that’s where I shine,” Steve said in a joking tone, trying to steer the conversation to other places. If he could get Eddie on a rant about basketball, or teasing him for babysitting, then they wouldn’t have to talk about his difficulties with reading.

And Steve really did not want to talk about his difficulties with reading.

It wasn’t exactly like he was ashamed of not really being able to read, except he really fucking was. What kind of person got to their senior year of high school and still couldn’t manage to read more than a page without wanting to give up? What kind of person still couldn’t manage to spell a single full sentence correctly at almost eighteen?

An idiot. That’s who.

But, if Eddie hadn’t already realized how much of a numbskull Steve was, then he wasn’t all that anxious to show his new friend. Everyone in Eddie’s circle was just like his kids, wicked smart and unafraid to flaunt it. If Eddie figured out just how much Steve really didn’t belong with them, he might change his mind about having Steve around.

No, on the whole, it was just better to derail the conversation. But Eddie didn’t seem to want to be derailed.

“What page are you on?” He asked Steve, his face frustratingly neutral.

Steve bit the tip of his tongue, contemplating just how far he might get in a lie. Would fifty pages be too obvious? Maybe he could say twenty five, and try to get Eddie on a rambling tangent before he began quizzing Steve on statistics. But as Steve went to open his mouth to try and spin a story that might work, Eddie held up a hand, cutting him off.

“Hey, I don’t judge. I just failed an essay because apparently Star Wars isn’t ‘an appropriate choice for analyzing the Hero’s Journey’,” Eddie said in a mocking false voice, handing the essay over as evidence.

A big fat ‘F’ sat at the top of the paper, circled in red. Steve’s brow furrowed, and he put it down, grabbing his own essay out of his bag. He and Eddie weren’t in the same class, but they did have the same teacher.

She had given Steve a ‘C’, and Steve’s essay was only two pages to Eddie’s five.

“Wait, do you mean the big wheel thing?” Steve asked. Eddie nodded, his mouth screwed up into a frustrated pout. Steve picked up his notebook and flipped to a clean page, drawing out a circle.

“But it works perfectly, why would she tell you it didn’t?” Steve made a mark at the top of the circle, “Leia’s hologram is Luke’s call to action, the force is his supernatural thing, his inciting incident is his aunt and uncle being killed, Obi Wan is the mentor, the robots are the helpers, and then Han is too. And Chewie! Obi Wan dying is the abyss, and then Luke transforms at the death star, becomes a jedi, and saves the galaxy.”

Steve continued to make little doodles along the edges of the wheel, muttering to himself. It was a really good example actually, and he was kind of jealous. He had just used The Odyssey like their teacher had suggested, but Star Wars was a way cooler option.

Why had she failed Eddie? At the very least he should have gotten a ‘C’ like Steve did. Even if she didn’t like what he had written, he had put in way more effort than Steve had.

Then, he noticed how quiet the table had gotten. He looked up briefly, and Eddie was looking at him, his jaw dropped, eyes wide in a whole different way.

“What?” He asked, unsure of why exactly Eddie was just staring at him.

“Steve, how is it possible that you just perfectly outlined the hero’s journey, but school ‘isn’t’ your thing?”

He squirmed in his seat, instantly uncomfortable. His parents liked to say things like that- he was smart, but he was just lazy. If he tried, then he would get better grades.

Steve would be at a dinner or some other stupid social function that he was dragged to and say something that was apparently impressively insightful, which should have been the right thing to do.

It never was.

Instead of praising him, his parents would always shake their heads, look at their friends, and sigh that if Steve just applied himself, he would do better. That they had done their best, and clearly he had the ability, he just lacked work ethic.

It didn’t matter how many times Steve attempted to explain that he was trying, that he stayed up all night sometimes, just trying and trying and trying. They didn’t care.

Eddie didn’t seem to mean it the same way as they usually did, but it was close enough to make Steve want to curl up in a ball and disappear.

“This is a picture. Pictures don’t move,” Steve said, mentally praying for the bell to ring, but knowing it wasn’t going to. They still had at least a half hour left in the period. Plenty of time for Eddie to ‘try and help’ which would probably just end with Steve being even more humiliated than he already was.

“What if I read it out loud to you?” Eddie offered.

It was a genuine offer, Steve could tell that it was. It was sweet, and it was kind, and Steve could never accept it.

“You don’t have to,” Steve protested, ignoring the part of his mind that thought it might be nice to get to listen to Eddie talk. He was a gifted storyteller, and Steve was always greedy for stories, even though they were so inaccessible to him.

Still, he wasn’t some toddler sitting on his mother’s lap, and Eddie wasn’t holding a picture book.

“I just want to get what I need to make a character, that’s all,” Steve said. He just wanted to be able to do enough that he would get by fairly okay during the next Hellfire meeting. He just wanted to be able to prove that he did want to join them.

“Then, I’ll read the parts you need for that, and I’ll help you fill in whatever gaps,” Eddie amended, reaching out yet again. He even physically reached this time, leaning over the table and squeezing Steve’s wrist once before settling back.

Steve opened his mouth to agree, to just say yes, but his voice was failing him. The words were stuck in his throat, and no matter how hard he tried to force them out, they just wouldn’t budge.

“Sweetheart, I’m a super senior,” He pointed out with a little self-deprecating laugh, “I’m in no position to judge. And, even if I was, I wouldn’t.”

There it was again.

Sweetheart.

Eddie had called him that after Hellfire, and Steve had brushed it off, considering it a fluke or a slip of the tongue. Given the deer in headlights look he had given Steve the second he said it, that wasn’t a bad call.

This clearly was not the same. Eddie had meant to call him ‘Sweetheart’ this time, knowing that Steve wasn’t necessarily going to mind it. He chewed on his lip, worrying it between his teeth as he tried to figure out why exactly he didn’t mind Eddie calling him a pet name.

It was the kind of thing Steve usually used for girls he was trying to woo, the kind of thing a guy would say to a girl. He had never heard a guy call another guy ‘Sweetheart’ before, but no matter how hard he searched, Steve couldn’t find a single part of himself that minded. Sure, he was confused by it, but it wasn’t upsetting or anything.

Just weird.

Not even weird in a bad way, and wasn’t that a head trip?

Fuck it. He already had enough on his plate as it was. Steve didn’t have the time or the energy to try and figure that one out.

He got up from his chair and came around to the other side, sitting on Eddie’s left the way he had during the Hellfire meeting the week before. Eddie beamed, settling down and putting the book on the table between them both. Steve didn’t need to say yes, Eddie just knew, and for that he was grateful. He was already struggling enough as it was.

“What page?” Eddie asked again, dipping his voice low and letting it melt the icy walls that Steve always kept around him.

“Eight,” He said, pausing to gauge Eddie’s reaction.

There was none. No snort of derision, no sigh, no head shake. Eddie just nodded, flipping to the right page. Steve let out a soft breath, forcing his body to relax.

It was Eddie. He wouldn’t judge.

“I was on the part talking about levels,” Steve added, taking the risk to lean in and let their arms brush up against each other. Eddie stilled for all of two seconds before going back to totally nonchalant.

“Perfect. I could use a refresher anyway.” Eddie said, rolling his neck and shoulders to stretch quickly before clearing his throat in an over dramatic fashion, just to make Steve laugh.

There it was again. The weird feeling in his stomach.

Steve ignored it. He ignored their arms, ignored ‘Sweetheart’, ignored his ex and everything that came with her, and even ignored the very world around them. None of it mattered, not right now. He pushed all thoughts away, letting himself get lost in Eddie’s voice and the universe he created with it.

“Typically, a character starts at 1st level and advances in level by adventuring and gaining experience points (XP). A 1st-level character is inexperienced in the adventuring world, although he or she might have been a soldier or a pirate and done dangerous things before….”

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Commander ﹒⪩⪨﹒

pairing- phillip graves x reader

(♡ synopsis)- a mission results in you getting hurt, but also with commander graves head between your legs

warnings- "who did this to you" trope, established relationship, oral (fem receiving), dirty talk, fingering

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Charging back into base you shoved pass the lingering soldiers who's gazes were glued to you.

Weather it was because you were the 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 woman on base or because it looked like you were hit by a bus. Your hair that was normally thrown back in a tight bun was sticking up at all different angles. Your dress has a tear up the side that was being held closed by your hand and the star of the show was the deep purple bruise that imprinted on the side of your face. Sending you into a drug house acting like a prostitute had to be the worst plan in history

"L.T hold on" you heard Soap yell from behind you but you kept moving forward not bothering to stop your journey to the bathroom to wash up before crashing in bed.

You felt a hand grip your arm making you whip around and lock eyes with the mohawk wearing man, "What in gods name do you need right now? Wasn't sending me into El Sin Nombre's house 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚍 may I add enough?!"

He quickly dropped your arm, "Were sorry L.T we didn't know it would escalate that quick." he said solemnly.

You scoffed shaking your head and rolling your tongue against your cheek, "It wasn't on you Soap. Its on the idiots that sent me in their and didn't proceed to have my back." you patted his shoulder before stepping back. "I'm gonna clean up and get some rest, tell the others I do not want to be bothered unless someone's getting dying."

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Stepping out of the steamy shower you quickly dried off before walking to the mirror assessing the purple marking around your cheek.

Hearing the door click open you quickly turned around to yell at whoever was charging into an occupied bathroom but cut yourself seeing it was Phillip.

"I heard you got hurt." he said before stopping infront of you and bringing his fingers to your chin to turn your head. "W𝗁𝗈 𝖽𝗂𝖽 this 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎?" he asked between clenched teeth.

You brought your hand to his chest rubbing down the hard abs underneath his muscle shirt, "I was told to go into a back hallway to find an entrance to the third floor. Ghost said he was watching but he must have gotten distracted because a Cartel member cornered me in and tried to make advances on me." You sighed. "When I rejected him he backhanded me. I got the knife I had on my thigh and killed him."

He tensed under your hands, "Are you okay?" he asked slowly watching for any reaction on your face.

"Coudn't be better. Would just love to take a nap." You stepped back towards the door to your bedroom, "Wanna join?"

Phillip didn't skip a beat in following after you and sitting on the bed, watching as you dropped the towel covering your naked body. You went to reach for pants and a shirt but he stopped you, "Don't bother with that, come lay down baby."

You smirked as you walked to the side of your bed and crawled over to him, "Why's that?"

"Lay down and I'll show you." as you moved onto your back he moved onto his stomach, his breath hitting your hot core, "Aw look, my pretty girl already soaked." he rubbed your juices around your lips before moving up to your clit.

"P-please." you gasped out, hand coming down to grip his cropped brown hair.

He chuckled before lapping at your clit while pushing the tips of his fingers into your entrance. Your head hit the back of the pillow as you moaned out a dreamy sigh. Noticing you already chasing your high he pushed his finger the rest of the way in, curling them to hit your g-spot at the perfect angle.

You had only been in this position for 3 minutes and he already had you a panting mess, "Make me come Commander. Please."

He perked up at the use of his title flicking his tongue faster, "Cmon Baby, Cmon Baby, Cmon Baby." He whispered agaisnt your puffy clit.

You came with a earth crushing moan, your body tensing and your hands pushing Phillips head further into your core, "Holy Shit." you sighed out as he moved back up your body giving you a passionate kiss before moving off the bed.

"Sleep well baby, Ill be back in a little bit." the Commander said before tucking the blankets over and turning the light off.

Lets just say Ghost got his ass handed to him that night.

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#cod smut #phillip graves #phillip graves smut #who did this to you #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

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Hello! Can i request a peaky blinders x terminally ill reader. Like, they don’t want to fall in love with her because it’s like falling in love with a ticking time bomb that’s gonna leave them devastated, but she’s just so lovely they can’t help them self

So cause I'm not terminally ill and therefore can't write a totally honest view of what this would be like, im going to try. Some of them might not be 100% how u asked so sorry in advance.

Tommy

🌿 He can tell you're hiding something from him and the rest of the world from the moment he meets you, he can tell its something dark and sad, but he thinks that makes you just like him and so, if anything, it only draws him in closer to you.

🌿 He thinks you're beautiful, he likes to listen to you singing while you work down the market. He can sense that whatever your secrets are, they mean he should stay away, but even before he really falls for you he can't. You just drew him in.

🌿 I think in the case of tommy it would be you trying to keep your distance from him, putting up walls and trying not to let him too close. You don't want to hurt him, and you don't want to hurt yourself by dangling a future you know you can't have in front of yourself.

🌿 But one day Tommy gets fed up with all your defenses and kind of snaps, calmly, but still, he lets his frustration get to him all "Whyre you doing this eh darlin, its like I'm trying really, really bloody hard to get to know you but theres all these doors you keep lockin right in front of me fuckin face, every time i try to talk to you, another wall going up and up and up... Whyre you doin that? Puttin up walls eh?" he'd say it all so intensely, and so calm and soft by the end of it, so that you can see the affection and need in his eyes abd it breaks your heart...

🌿 And when you tell him whats really going on you expect him to leave but he doesn't

🌿 Because this is Tommy isn't it. So narcissistically obsessed with his own doom that if he'd really thought about it for a second he could have guessed that he was going to lose him. That any chance of happiness he had with you would be the temporary, doomed kind.

🌿 He kind of embraces the pain and punishes himself with it every day, but is also determined that you don't deserve this. Maybe he thinks he deserves to lose the love of his life as penance for his sins but you do not deserve to lose your life because some ugly man from Birmingham did some terrible things. So he'd be defiant about it, he'd love you anyway despite knowing he perhaps should try not to. He'd love you like pressing on a bruise, embracing the pain he's in whilst doing everything in his power to give youba good and happy life.

🌿 He won't leave you. He'll tell you he's not going to leave you, he'll make sure you're completely certain of that. "Its important to me darlin, that you know that right, I'm not gonna leave you, I love you and I won't stop just because of some fuckin illness yeah, i won't..."

🌿 Actually he'll straight up marry you. Even if you think thats pointless because you won't be around for very long, he'll insist that it happens. He loves you, he wants to marry you whilst youve the chance.

🌿 Blames himself for the illness, even though you were ill before you met him. In his head its like this... If you were fated to be the love of his life, then that is what doomed you to a premature death, because he needs to be punished for his sins. He thinks you were sent to punish him for his sins.

🌿 He won't tell you what he's doing but he'll keep searching for ways to heal you, things that could save your life. Even if he doesn't find any, he won't give up. He'll start fuckin praying again. He'll go sit in a church and break down, beg for your life to be spared and his taken instead.

🌿 But he won't let anyone see or know his desperation. On the outside he will mostly remain stoic.

🌿 And he'll want to take care of you every step of the way, when you're in your last days he probably won't want anyone else around, just you and him, him doting on your every need, holding you when you sleep. Always scared you won't wake up. Telling you he loves you, but more importantly showing you he loves you with every little thing he does for you.

🌿 You might try to make him promise you he'll find someone else and fall in love and have a family and all that without you and he won't mean it when he promises you that he will. But he'll promise you anything, say anything to keep you calm and content in your last days.

🌿 He won't let you see him crying, he won't be "weak" in front of you. He'll be so brave and determined even though his heart is breaking because he won't want to upset you. He'd want to preserve your happiness and comfort for as long as possible.

🌿 Rather than getting teary upset i feel like he'd express his emotions through frustration and take them out on other people. He'd probably be a lot less patient with other people, snapping at them and making rash careless decisions. His brothers would have to work extra hard to keep him "sane" and make sure he doesn't do too much damage.

Alfie

🐻 Is an "old man" well aware of his own mortality and of life, suffering and death. You're not the first terminally ill person he's met and he knows exactly what he's getting himself into by getting close to you

🐻 His friends warn him maybe once, maybe they ask him if he really thinks its a good idea, getting so close to someone who won't be around forever... But one look from alfie, one quick and cutting sentence is enough to warn them off ever asking again.

🐻 "Oh an i suppose you think you will be around forever do you Ollie?"

🐻 He's not naive, he knows its going to hurt but he's also not naive enough to believe then that it won't be worth it.

🐻 Because he adores you, your gentle ways, your soft beauty, your kindness, how sweet you are, all he ever wants to do when he sees you is hold your waist in his hands and draw you in close to him. Hold onto you and have you all to himself.

🐻 He loves you, to put it simply, and you, to put it even more simply, deserve love. Being ill, dying doesnt make you any less deserving of that love. And he has so much love for you.

🐻 "If I can't have you for as long as I live right darlin, gonna make sure you have me for as long as you live yeah, reckon that makes sense doesn't it, makes perfect sense to me poppet, yeah makes perfect sense to me..."

🐻 He'd be completely devoted to you. He'd spoil you rotten, he'd want to make sure you got to do everything you wanted to, see everything you wanted to whilst you were still able to. He'd piss everyone at the bakery off by taking all this time away, practically throwing his business away so that he could spend time with you.

🐻 Basically puts Tommy in this frustrating and stupid position where tommys no choice but to mind the bakery whilst Alfie is off with you

🐻 And then when you're really sick and getting weaker every day Alfie is by your bedside doing as much for you as he can. He doesnt want some nurse you dont know attending to you, he doesnt want you to feel alone... He only trusts himself to be able to take care of you and he probably does everyone else's head in telling them exactly how you like to be washed/dressed, exactly how to cook your food.

🐻 Much like Tommy he'd be desperately sad about whats happening to you, he'd feel his heart break a little more each day but he probably won't cry in front of you, he'll probably try to be brave for you.

🐻 Very short tempered with everyone else. He will cry but only when he's alone, honestly maybe in front of Tommy and only for a second before he composes himself again.

🐻 Writes a whole fucking opera about you as a coping mechanism.

🐻 Always wants to be holding you or touching you somehow, like hes scared to forget how it feels. Always holding your hand in his.

🐻 Likes reading you to sleep, putting records on for you. Writing music for you.

Arthur

🍂 Is devestated, can't put his feelings into words at all, can't cope with the idea of losing you.

🍂 Everyone warns him about falling for you but their warnings come too late because he already has and he adores you. He wants to spend his whole life with you and when it becomes apparent that thats never going to happen he is distraught.

🍂 He doesn't want you to live he NEEDS you to live, he can't accept things the way they are, has to believe you can survive even though deep down he knows you can't.

🍂 He gets so angry and bitter, not with you or at you but at the world and with everything else. He's angry at the illness for taking you from him, he's angry at the world for being such a cruel and unfair place.

🍂 Tries to turn to god, tries to pray, thinks that perhaps if he repents for all the bad things hes done or, if he begs god enough, he can trade with you, he can die so that you don't have to. Because "its fucked up isnt it darlin, that someone so fucking kind and good and pure can have to deal with this, whilst the rotten likes of me just go on living an fillin the world up with bad things"

🍂 Arthur doesn't have the self control his brother has, he won't hold back in front of you even if sometimes it would be kinder for him to do so. There are probably things you don't really need to hear about how cruel the world is, how unfair everything is, but he doesn't have a filter and sometimes when his emotions get the better of him he just spills it all.

🍂 He will cry in front of you, you'll hold him whilst he sobs into your chest and breaks down. Then apologises because "you shouldn't have to be dealin with this, I should be being the fuckin strong one.."

🍂 Takes a lot of his emotions out in the ring and they probably have to try and stop him from going there because the damage he will do with all these enotions coursing through him could be deadly.

🍂 He would get more and more unstable the more ill you got, unable to cope with whats happening. But he'd so desperately want to be a good husband to you. He'd beg Polly and his sister for help, asking them for advice. Polly would probably be his rock here, giving him advice, giving him a hug when he needs one, a slap and a shake when he needs to snap out of it and be there for you.

🍂 She'd help him take care of you, teach him how to look after you, how to be gentle when he's taking care of you.

🍂 At the point that you're too weak to get out of bed he'd lie with you or sit with you whenever he could, he wont give you peace talking to you about everything thats been happening, nervous talking too because he doesnt like the silence. But you like listening to him ramble about everything.

🍂 You also like the fact that no ones worried about talking of peaky business in front of you so you get all of the gossip.

🍂 He won't be particularly articulate but he'll tell you he loves you constantly.

🍂 Brings you little gifts of food and sweet treats all the time. Makes you food his mam woulda made him when he was sick as a child.

John

🌼 John seems so happy go lucky, laidback, still such a child at heart and you're drawn to him because of that. Admiring him from afar, falling in love with his laughter and that cheeky grin. Torturing yourself because hes something you just cant have.

🌼 You don't want to let yourself near him because you don't want to take that carefree nature away from him or taint him with the side effects of your illness, the stress anxiety and torment which seems to taint everyone you get close to these days.

🌼 But John has been in love with you since the second he laid eyes on you and he's determined to ignore your warnings about staying away from him.

🌼 As far as he's concerned you deserve to be loved, whether or not you have the potential to break his heart or not. Technically - and this is an argument he comes up with all the time - technically, everyone has the potential to break everyones heart, he could get shot and killed tomorrow before anythings even really happened to you. He could fall in love with some other lass and she could get hit by a car or die in some sudden accident. "Just because you're really ill flower, doesn't mean I shouldn't love you. Doesn't make you not worth loving... If anything it means you should be loved twice as hard now... I've got a whole lifetimes worth of love to give you so better not to keep stalling... "

🌼 His family think hes impulsive but he marries you almost imediately. Youre the love of his life and he wants to spend as much time as he possibly can being your husband.

🌼 He would want you to have the best possible life you could, even if it was only short so he'd take you travelling to see all the places you wanted to see. He'd help you do all the things you wanted to do before you died.

🌼 He'd do his best to keep up his usual ray of sunshine persona, still being boyish and charming, always teasing you, always trying to make you smile. Out of all the peaky men John is the one who treats you least like you're terminally ill. He isn't quite so obsessed with being careful with you or treating you like you're delicate. He lets you make the "I'm going to die anyway" joke sometimes when it comes to you doing unwise things like drinking/smoking or going for a ride.

🌼 He wants to keep you laughing and smiling for as long as he possibly can

🌼 When you get more sick and you begin to grow weaker he does struggle more, he doesnt like seeing you look so unwell, so in pain. He wants to be with you all the time but he doesn't want you to see him get upset.

🌼 He goes to Ada for support and she lets him hug it out or cry to her. She'd give him the love actually advice of "cheer up, no ones gonna shag you if you cry all the time" type of joking advice which is exactly what he needs to keep his head up and stay strong for you.

🌼 He too would want to be there for you and help care for you everyday even if he doesn't really know what hes doing. If he couldn't help he'd hold your hand and reassure you.

Bonnie

🍀 He's heartbroken when he finds out, naturally, no one wants the person they love to suffer, however

🍀 Rather than get too caught up in how long you have left together, Bonnie feels blessed just to have you at all and he's determined to love you for as long as he can.

🍀When he tells you this, "I love you little dove, all this love aint goin anywhere just cause you are, I'll love you my whole life I know I will..." "But you shouldn't Bon its going to hurt you so much, I'm gonna cause you so much sufferin an you don't deserve that..." "You don't deserve to be alone though do ye? And I'm tough dove, I can survive," he'd make a show of flexing his biceps to prove how strong he is and try to make you laugh.

🍀 Like John he's determined to keep you happy and smiling for as long as he can. He'll make jokes, he'll tell you how beautiful you are, how loved you are. He'll keep telling you all these things even when your light does begin to fade.

🍀 He spends as much time with you as he possibly can. Being a hopeless romantic he'll definitely want to marry you.

🍀His own mother died when he was young and his father's already been through this, Aberama would be a little torn, he'd want his son to be happy and so he wouldn't want him devoting his life to a woman who's going to leave him so soon, but he'd also want his son to be happy which means letting him devote his life to you.

🍀 Bonnie would try to be brave, he would try not to cry in front of you, and though he might not shed any actual tears, you can tell when he does want to cry, when he's upset his jaw tenses and he gets this far away misty look in his eyes.

🍀He wants to give you everything in the whole wide world but he doesn't have the time, he wants to make you proud of him so he's extra determined to win all his fights and train hard... But sometimes he also just, can't see the point? What does fighting matter, what does being the champion of the world matter when the love of his life is going to have to leave him so soon.

🍀When you get restless he wraps you up warm and takes you off on horseback to the middle of nowhere where the two of you can get some peace. He helps you bathe in the creeks and rivers, lies with you wrapped in blankets under the redwood trees.

🍀When you're ill he wants to be the one to take care of you, to nurse you, to help feed and bathe you. He won't leave your side for a second and he'll really piss Tommy Shelby off by refusing fights and refusing to work. He doesnt care if his life or future is threatened. Nothings getting between him and you now.

🍀 Sings for you whenever you ask, tries to make up little stories for you. Is still determined to make you laugh/smile whenever he can, even when you're very weak.

🍀 Always bringing you flowers and pretty things he finds for you outside when you're too weak to go exploring with him.

🍀 Holds you every night when you're going to sleep, lies awake listening to you breathing determined that you'll wake up again in the morning. Kisses your hair/forehead/temple and hands all the time.

Isaiah

🐀He loves you before he knows youre terminally ill and you're affraid to tell him because you don't want him to leave.

🐀Everyone can see him falling for you, he's not exactly subtle about it - and that fact alone means he must be falling really hard for you. He asks after you all the time, he's always abandoning his friends when he's out if he sees you, choosing to waste his time talking to you instead.

🐀And regretfully it's Michael who ends up telling him about your condition. When he finds out he does get scared. He panics and doesn't know what to do.

🐀He doesn't want to lose you, but he doesn't want to get too close... The problem is he already has feelings for you and he can't just turn them off. In fact he knows full well that even if he'd known from the second he saw you at the Garrison he wouldn't have been able to stop himself falling in love with you because you're perfect. You're his perfect girl and he would never have been able to ignore you.

🐀So he backs away a little, he tries to fall out of love but he struggles and, just as he was expecting he fails. If anything trying to pull away from you only makes him more certain of his adoration for you. He loves you. He's so sure of that now.

🐀You aren't stupid, you notice him pulling away and trying to seperate from you and though it makes you sad you're not surprised and you can't say you dont completely understand.

🐀 So you try to tell him that, you try to speak to him gently, try to tell him exactly whats wrong with you, roughly how long you have left. And he listens and tries not to get upset and does quite a good job, then when you say "it's alright Isaiah i understand... If you dont want to stay I understand..." thats when he gets upset

🐀 He gets angry, upset with you for not valuing yourself more, for accepting that someone might not want to love you. But mostly he's angry at himself because even this little argument is wasted time he could have spent holding you, kissing you, telling you how much he adores you.

🐀"No don't you dare say that, don't you dare pretend that this is fuckin fine or that you understand, I've been so fucking selfish love, you deserve to be loved and I don't fuckin deserve you because for a second I was too busy thinkin bout me fuckin self to think about you and what you need!"

🐀And from there on out hes unshakable and so stubborn about loving you, he spends as much time with you as he possibly can. He tells you he loves you like a hundred times a day.

🐀Michael and his friends can't understand whats gotten into him, he asks him one day if he doesn't think he's "wasting" his time and Isaiah has to try not to get angry. Because thats a cruel way of putting it even if thats not how it was intended to be.

🐀"Course I'm not wasting my time, she's the only good use of my time... This is the only important thing i think I've ever done with me life, you know... Loving her like... If it were you in my position you'd understand, it'd be the same for you..." "but you coulda... You know chose not to be in your position..." "nah" says Isaiah, "i couldnt have chosen anything, s'not a choice mate, i just love her and always have..."

Michael

☘️ He definitely experiences "love at first sight" which is something he didn't really believe in before. But when he sees you he's swept away by your beauty and he knows, just knows, youre the girl hes supposed to fall in love with.

☘️ He tries to pursue you and you don't really take him very seriously because he's michael gray and hes got a reputation about him when it comes to the ladies. You think he just wants a one night stand and so you flirt back and laugh him off and tease him until he ends up confessing everything to you in a desperate attempt at getting you to take him seriously.

☘️ But then he's confessed everything to you, so now you have to tell him something too, thats you've an incurable illness. At first he doesn't understand and you have to spell it out to him. "It means I'm going to die Michael... And much sooner than you will..."

☘️ His first instinct is anger, he feels upset and betrayed that you didn't tell him straight away but this quickly subsides because he isn't really angry, hes heartbroken.

☘️ "If you were to ask my advice I'd say you should go off and find yourself a different girl," you smirk, youre only joking and actually if he were to follow that advice you'd be heartbroken, and pissed off too.

☘️ But Michael is two things : a gentleman and desperately in love with you.

☘️ So he just smirks and shakes his head, "forgive me love but i dont think you give very good advice..."

☘️ He knows how much its going to hurt but he keeps telling himself he's been through worse. He hasnt but he deludes himself with this notion so that he can stay strong for you.

☘️ He won't show you how upset he is about it unless really pushed to, perhaps nearer the end he'll break down, unable to hold it in and stay strong... But for the most part he is determined not to show weakness or to let you feel sad or despairing. He wants to reassure you all the time that everything will be alright and you don't need to be scared.

☘️Cries a lot in secret. Cries to his mother about it. Pol tries her best to support the both of you but its difficult watching her son have his heart ripped out. Difficult too watching you have yours ripped out.

☘️ Sometimes you wish you hadn't fallen in love because knowing what you're going to leave behind now makes the thought so much more painful. When you talk to Michael about it though he puts on his brave face and offers you all the reassurance in the world. Tells you you'll meet eachother again one day. Jokes he might not even be that far behind you. You hate it when he jokes like that though and he often does it just to wind you up, just to get you to play hit him and lighten your mood.

☘️ He'd organise the best private care for you, go with you to all your doctors appointments and try to keep as much of it under control as possible. He'd want you to try any cure they threw at you and there probably would be arguments about it if you didn't want to try something. In the end though he'd always put your wants above his own and listen to you.

☘️ Michaels quite a serious and sullen lad but he doesn't want you to feel serious or sullen so he often has to force himself out of his over thinking moods and into a more lighthearted one. All he wants to do is keep you smiling and hopeful.

#peaky blinders headcanon #bonnie gold x reader #peaky blinders imagines #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #alfie solomons x reader #peaky blinders imagine #michael gray x reader #isaiah jesus x reader

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fairuzfan · 1 month

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I want to say thank you for the posts/reblog actually donations. I want to donate and help reblog to boost but don't know if they are real or a scam. I always reblogged donation posts from you ❤️

I'm sorry for asking. Are there other blogs posts real donations? Thank you in advance. Take care and stay safe 🍉

@el-shab-hussein posts about campaigns he checks. Also generally, I reblog campaigns from other Palestinian bloggers I talk to. I would check out the olive branch initiative and watermelon project for long lists of campaigns that are nowhere near their goal.

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Do you write for Elle?

If so, maybe like the reader is married to Elle and on the team after Elle leaves, when they met is up to you, and nobody really knows or cares that the reader is married to Elle until the reader gets injured on a case and Elle has to say something along the lines of “that’s my wife, let me see my wife!” in a fit of anger

Hi, darling! Yes, I do! Here it is, sorry for the delay, I've been in a big writer's block. I hope the one shot meets your expectations, good reading ^^

Hope - Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Elle Greenaway/Female Reader

Classification: Angst with a happy ending

Warnings: Swearing, violence and torture

Word count: +3700

Unrevised

When you met her Elle was still working with the BAU, a lively rookie agent with a promising career with the legendary bureau, you were also new to another FBI bureau. After many smiles exchanged in the elevator and trivial conversations in the parking lot she finally asked you out on a date, it was a nice dinner in an Italian restaurant, Elle smiled, flirted and made a few jokes, but you realized that no matter how hard she tried to hide it, something was wrong. The weight of the work seemed to fall on her back, tormenting and making her emotionally exhausted after so many difficult cases to assimilate, she was overwhelmed with pain, frustration and a sense of injustice. Two days later another case comes up, of a serial rapist, and then the news of William Lee's death at the hands of the agent spread like wildfire, reaching you before the team returns to city. She didn't contact you for days and was about to disappear for good, when, in an act of courage and desperation, you stopped and kissed her, declaring your love, saying that you understand and begging her to stay. After that you started dating officially, eight months later you moved into an apartment together in Virginia, where she was able to stabilize herself in a position similar to the one she had in Seattle, after two years of relationship she asked you to marry her, turning you into Y/N Greenaway at the end of the same year, around Christmas. And that's when the first couple ordeal emerged, the BAU wanted you with them, regardless of your relationship with the former agent. The director was impressed by the articles and advanced studies on psychology attached to your name, in addition to the remarkable contributions in cases. Contrary to what you imagined, she was the person who most encouraged you to accept the job offer, proud of your intelligence and efforts that got you a guaranteed spot in the elite FBI, honorably invited just as she once was. Elle always believed in you and all the potential as an agent, knowing how strong and professional can be to face what awaits you.

- Okay, I'll take care of myself, baby. Oh, and don't forget to water the plants. - you whisper into the phone waiting for the rest of the team to get on the jet to take off - Love you, El.

- Text me as soon as you can. Love you more, sweetie. - She hung up the phone and you let out a tired sigh, the last case was exhausting, you barely had time to unpack when Hotchner called, the team was sent to Minnesota to track down a serial killer, he has been acting out of control for weeks, killing young women in the state capital.

- Even tired, always the first. - JJ comments, passing by your seat and sitting down in front of you, followed by Emily - Did you at least get some sleep?

- No, I was waiting for my wife to get home from work so we could enjoy the day together, in the end I didn't even see her. - you comment without much thought, which causes an almost awkward silence.

Creating a relationship with your co-workers was very difficult, practically nonexistent at first, because as soon as the admission was made official they immediately knew about your spouse, she had advised you to omit this part of the file with a special request, but you made sure to continue with the married last name and a transparent life, taking the principle that relationships are not built that way. Hotchner didn't trust you, expecting that you would have a bad moment and act irrationally, which didn't happen during your one year on the team. You passed the main test. The rest just decided to ignore the name of your emergency contact and try to act as if you had no relationship, trying to separate Elle's personality from yours, not having much difficulty when you are agents of different styles and specialties. It helped that you were an unusual couple, hard to imagine, easy to ignore bonding. In short, they don't mind that you are married to Elle and carry the last name Greenaway as long as your personal life doesn't affect your professional life, which means going unaccompanied to events and bars with the work staff, rarely mentioning her name, especially around the Chief. Morgan and Reid are the least awkward around it, having been the closest to her previously. It's as if you live a double life with both sides knowing of each other's existence and feigning ignorance.

- Let's take off soon, there is a new lead. - Hotch announces as he walks past you to his usual seat.

Two days have passed, the fresh lead they had reported was nothing more than a false one, leading the team to take unusual measures when a new victim is found, it happened right under your noses, as if he knows every next move, always one step ahead in covering up evidence and redirecting the team. Desperate situations call for desperate measures. The team has managed to trace a profile of victims, young girls just out of their teens, who frequent bars in the wealthy area of the city, almost always using false identity, which makes identification difficult for the local police, in appearance similar... to you. Appearing to be younger than you really are made you a perfect bait. That's what Hotch said to convince you to interpret the role. Few hours in a high-class bar strategically chosen by Reid, a tall, muscular man starts to misfortune you, he is confident, flirtatious and even makes jokes, the opposite of what had been profiled. You dismissed him and gave your attention to someone who fit in, an antisocial man indicated by Hotchner by the hotspot in your ear. There was a trap waiting for him at the back door, you tried to do your part, luring him to the back exit, and it worked to a point, he fell as you squinted, but a pair of large, strong hands made you disappear into the gloom as the team cornered him.

When you wake up there is only darkness, something rough squeezing your wrists and a male voice humming, he doesn't seem to mind as he notices your consciousness, just ignores it and continues whatever he was doing. That man at the bar, who introduced himself as Nate and the first one to approach you, smiles as he takes a sip of water and keeps his eyes fixed on the neckline of your shirt.

- My little dove, I was just waiting for you to wake up for the fun. - he abruptly stands up and flashes a psychotic smile. - You're different from the others, you were with them, weren't you?! Those shits got my brother, poor Noah, he really thought someone would be interested in him, but you guys did me a favor, the kid was getting on my nerves. - Typical narcissism, you concluded when you saw the obvious admiration for himself and disdain even for the blood of his own blood.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - you decided to try to stay in character, clinging to a thread of hope to buy time until the team could locate you.

- Don't lie to me! - he shouts and strides over to you, kneeling in front of you, his face scarlet with anger. - Don't make me ruin your pretty face.

For more than two hours you have struggled against the clock and this man's countless tortures, he has plunged you at least ten times into the freezing water, keeping you there for seconds or minutes depending on his mood regarding your answers to all his baseless questions, a mind game. He wants to break you, he wants you to suffer before he finally does what he so desperately wants to do, impaling an ice stake through your chest, thus satisfying the pleasure, he feels is like the climax of the whole act. You shudder, knowing exactly what the end of this story will be if the team doesn't arrive in time. You're strong, but it's still hard to stay sane after hours of torture and swearing, Nate wants a confession, so giving it to the man might make him tired of you.

- Come on, Jessica! - he shouts your cover name in frustration and forces your head into the pool of water, the contact with the ice instantly burning your already bruised skin.

- Please, I'm telling you the truth. - you manage to whisper after being pulled back to the surface, exhausted both mentally and physically. - It was a coincidence...

- You are a liar. - the man throws you to the ground, then huffs, increasingly frustrated and annoyed with your persistence in staying in character, he rushes to get your belongings, raising a golden necklace that you wear under clothes during work, in the small round circle E is delicately engraved, a delicate accessory that you as wives wear symbolically instead of the ring - Emma? Elise? Evelyn? Elle? Oh...

Hearing your wife's name among the list of guesses caused an instinctive reaction even in your state of confusion and drowsiness, it brought you the reality of what is happening and that if something happens you will not see that smile again, nor the brown eyes full of affection or receive soft kisses that make you forget how sick the world is. The criminal realizes this, a sick smile growing on his lips as he comes to the erroneous conclusion that this is your name and now he can finally have you as a trophy. Nate jumps for joy like a child who just got his Christmas present, catching a glimpse of a dagger stuck in the waistband of his jeans, and it's fucking scary, especially when he comes inches away, grabbing you awkwardly to get you to stand up, face to face.

- Elle suits you. It's going to look so beautiful on my wall... C'mon, dove! - he pulls you to a brighter corner, completely empty, the only thing you see is a strong flash against your face, he registers the miserable state you are in and smiles staring at the small square that is revealed in a few minutes. You also stare at the picture as he practically forces you, your skin is pale, hair is sticking to your face and your extremities are purple, as are your lips. - Fun fact, you are the one who has endured the most. A record.

Nate throws you against a kind of surgical table, equally cold to the rest of the room, it's painful, frightening, but at the same time calm when you lie down, exhaustion has taken over and you're tired of fighting him, accepting your fate, too tired and abused to keep trying to fight back. Not even verbally, you have practically lost your voice after so many cries of pain, begging him to believe in you. There is a light above, strong enough to blind you and it almost makes you want to laugh, it looks like the light at the end of the shift that those who experience death and return describe. Your eyes close after seconds, surrendering to the cold embrace, your mind struggles to sketch in the uncomfortable clarity that woman you love so much, Elle is the last image you want to keep before you go. This comforts you as the disgusting man rips the shirt you wear, the thin point of the scissors makes a fine line from the foot of your stomach or breast valley, where the sharp part stops and presses.

- Not yet, dove! - he laughs sickeningly and pulls the utensil away from your skin - You know, I really enjoyed our little game. Maybe I'll do it again soon. And that's why I'll always remember you, Elle.

Another sharp thing is placed against your chest, exactly between your breasts, it's more painful and real, Nate is relating what he is doing and will do, always with a smile on his face for seeing you like this, destroyed. That's what the serial killer wanted from the beginning, but you fought back and no one has ever done that before, he easily subdued them, played mind games to find out something about them and then killed the hope he gave them by impaling each one with ice stakes. It's all about power, he had the power over his brother Noah playing him as his partner, over the police who had been hunting him for more than a month, over the women he hunted down and killed with his bare hands. You didn't give that to him right away, like a spoiled child he got angry and weakened you to breaking point. And he succeeded.

You squeeze your eyes shut and prepare for your fate, trying to materialize Elle, all the moments you spent together. The smiles she gave you in the elevator, that first slightly awkward date, the first kiss after the storm of her leaving the FBI, when you decided to move in together, every space you created together, the dream wedding and her face in pure admiration watching you walk down the altar. All the memories you have created for yourselves. And all the ones you haven't finished yet. The pain of being away from her is unimaginable, there are tears flowing as you wait for the undeniable destination, but nothing comes. You feel that you can finally crack when, as you open your blurred weeping eyes, you find Morgan, Reid, and Prentiss running up to you. Nate is on the ground, bleeding and being handcuffed by Hotchner. The flame of hope rekindles.

The screams in the hallway are heard throughout the entire wing, there is a commotion at the reception and a group of people in suits trying to hold a woman down, Morgan is trying to get Elle to stop squirming in his arms as she tries to reach Hotchner to choke him with her bare hands. Every time you go out on a mission she worries herself to death about every hour without news and as much as she understands the weight of being an agent she can't let go of these invasive thoughts, she can't stop thinking about the possibility of one of those psychopaths hurting you, just like one day one of them hurt her, always terrified of losing you. When she received a call in the middle of the afternoon after going almost a day without replies by text, she knew, something had happened. With sweaty hands and trembling, the police answered, not the least bit relieved to hear Derek on the other end of the line. He got right to the point, something she was grateful for because she felt she might faint imagining the worst, halfway through the call she was already in the car on her way to the airport, praying for last minute tickets to Minnesota. She flew out with nothing but documents and body clothes, in two hours she walked through the doors ready to kill the chief, she knew about the cover, you spoke before the mission, and for Elle there is no one to blame but him for putting you in this position knowing the danger. There was not enough information, an uncertain and dangerous terrain that he risked with her wife's life.

- You can let me go, Morgan. He's not worth it. - she stops moving and is finally put on the ground, the two of them face each other before she tries to get past him, being stopped by the same arms that were holding her before - Let me go now, I'm going to see my wife.

- Greenaway, you better calm down...

- Calm down, Hotch? Fuck you! You shouldn't have sent her in this shitty disguise just out of desperation, as if her life wasn't important too. - she starts, trying not to get worked up again.

- Don't you understand...

- Don't I understand? You don't care about her. - Elle backs away and puts her hands over face, sighing trying to control her breathing, pure frustration - Besides, why the hell did you call me after twelve hours? I could have been here hours ago. Damn it! I'm going to go see her, now.

- Elle...

- Derek, I need to...

- You need to calm down.

- No, I don't need to. You put her in danger, then acted like I wasn't her family and didn't even call me at the time she was hospitalized, nor did you have that compassion. I know how indifferent you treat her because she is married to me, how great and mature a team can be around that. You should just be ashamed of yourselves. Y/N is so different from me and has proven this in so many ways, she has shown how amazing she is as a person and agent, worthy of all of your trust. - as soon as she says this the agents bow their heads, not knowing what to say or how to defend what there is no defense for, feeling that they have failed as teammates, even though it is a necessary risky mission there should be someone to trim her down, someone who knows her beyond what is in the file.

- Still, you should wait. - Hotchner insists, crossing his arms.

- I've already waited long enough. - she tries to run towards the corridor and ends up being held by the tall man by the arm, they stare at each other, then Elle does something no one would imagine, she screams at the top of her lungs in his face - That's my wife, let me see my wife! Stop holding me back, I'll see her, whether you like it or not... - the anger taking over again.

- Hotch, let her go... - JJ intervenes and he finally releases her, letting her go.

Elle runs in search of the room you have been assigned, slipping on her boots when she finally finds the right number, all the anxiety she has built up all the way to Minessota manifesting itself in tears. She can't believe her eyes, she has imagined a similar scenario many times and usually in nightmares, but nothing compares to the real feeling of it actually happening. The tightness in her heart to see the person she loves hospitalized is too much for the woman, you are still pale, skin marked by bruises in several places, frostbite, a cut lip and a bandage in the middle of your chest. That image would not leave her mind so quickly. Elle takes a deep breath, trying to control her emotions and herself, trying to become the support you need right now, to be the wife you need. Before entering the room she wipes her tears and tries to open a smile, which turns out to be melancholic.

- El...

- Sweetie... - you speak at the same time - Sorry for the delay, I wanted to be here before, I swear. - the tears that she held so tightly return with more force and emotion, wetting your hospital clothes when Elle hugs you, gently, afraid of hurting you more than already - Did it hurt? Did I hurt you?

- No, maybe a little, my muscles still hurt... Actually, I'm a little better, before I was miserable. - You're secretly thankful that she didn't see you like that, it would have traumatized your wife forever and it's a sight you don't want her to see. - The doctor said it was a miracle, I could have had acute pneumonia, severe hypothermia, coma or even a heart attack. Think on the bright side.

- I can't think on the bright side when I almost lost you forever.... - she straightens up on the edge of the hospital bed, looking straight into your eyes, showing all her feelings and frailties - I was afraid, I still am, very afraid.

- I was too, El. The thought that I wouldn't see you anymore hurt me more than any of these physical injuries. - the woman approaches and strokes your face, both of you allowing the tears to take over in this post-storm moment - Were you at work?

- Yes, I rushed here as soon as I got the notice. - and it was clear to you, she is still wearing the shirt you helped her pick out by video call the day before - Before you ask, I asked my cousin to feed Reba. - she guessed what your question would be next, always concerned about your pet kitten, a two-year-old Siamese cat who is extremely attached to you. - Oh, I picked this up at the airport for you. - From her pants pocket she pulls out a small pink teddy bear with a heart on it, with a cute little bow on top.

- Aw that's very sweet. - You give her a chaste kiss, taking the little gift in hand, smelling a sweet perfume of vanilla and freshly washed things.

- What can I do for you? - Elle asks, standing up, ready to do anything you want. - I know you hate hospital food, so do you want me to get you something from a restaurant? Clothes? Snacks? Board games? Derek says you're going to be in observation for a few days.

- El, I just want you.

- What?

- You. I want you to lie with me until sleep. - she approaches uncertainly and ends up being pulled by you to lie down together, careful not to hurt you in any way - I'm not made of glass.

- I know, I'm sorry. - You arrange yourselves on the small bed, she becomes the bigger spoon hugging you tenderly, distributing small affectionate kisses on your neck and back, making declarations of love and thanking you for being alive - I love you very, very much, sweetie.

- I love you more, El.

And so you fall asleep in the arms of the woman you love, no matter how physically injured, emotionally traumatized and exhausted you are, Elle seems to momentarily heal all your pain with love. After all, it was worth every effort in keeping hope, just to see her again.

#elle greenaway #elle greenaway x reader #female reader #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #fanfiction #angst #angst with a happy ending

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personwhowrites · 1 year

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Hey! I hope this request isn’t cringy,, but can we get Alejandro x Fem!Reader where the Reader is not very feminine or dainty at all, and she prefers more masculine clothing and hobbies? Thank you so much <33

I love this idea! This so fucking amazing! Sorry it took me so long to write! Im also sorry for my English in advance! Sorry if I didn’t nail down your idea I was having so much writes blog in the half so it might of trailed off for a while.

My Alejandro

Alejandro Vargas x Fem!reader

Wc: 2.8k+

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“That’s the Colonel..” Someone mumbles to you as you fix your messy hair. “Pay close attention.. to his movements and what he does.”

You look over and stare at slightly tall man, a nice looking smile planted on his lips. He had a somewhat going on beard. Your eyes met his, he stared for a moment before walking over with a man next to him. Following him like a lost kid who’s looking for their mom.

“Shit shit!” The person whispered looking other and fixing their uniform. “Did you stare to long?”

“Ladies.” The man says looking at you and the person next to you. “I’m Alejandro the C—“

“The Colonel” you say putting your hand out to shake his. He gives you smile and shakes your hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Pleasure all mine!” Alejandro says looking at you with a slightly sparkle in his eyes. “Welcome to La Almas, your forever home now.”

“Wouldn’t hate it in the world.” You respond looking at him more closely. “Im excited to work with you sir.”

“Please call me Alejandro, this here is Rodolfo or Rudy. Second in command.” Alejandro says moving his hand away from yours. “His a very good friend and will be with all of you new folks. Do you speak Spanish?”

“Si..” You say with pride in your eyes. “Es mi segundo lenguaje!” (It’s my second language)

Alejandro gives a chuckle and smiles. His dark brown eyes stare into yours, only to be interrupted by Rodolfo small sneeze.

“I’ll leave you with Rodolfo, I have to run down to see some old friends.” Alejandro says looking at Rodolfo. “Vuelvo en un par de minutos. Mantén a todos en el edificio oeste y no digas nada sobre por qué”. ("I'll be back in a couple of minutes. Keep everyone in the west building and don't say anything about why.")

Alejandro walks away as Rodolfo also walks the other direction. You stare at Alejandro as he walks away, he looks back to meet your eyes for a second before hopping in a vehicle.

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Chug, it was the only word being yelled at around you and another person in front of you. You held tightly onto the beer bottle as the word kept being shouted around you. The person in front of you was half finished with the bottle of beer. Without thinking you started chugging down the alcohol, letting it slide down into your bloodstream. People began to clap as you chugged down every inch of the alcohol. You slammed the bottle down and wipe your lips, the smell of alcohol now rubbing on your hand.

“What’s going on here!” Alejandro yell silencing the building. “You two!”

You turn to look at him, god he looked hot in that lighting. You shook your head at the thought of him, he stared at you and the empty beer bottle displayed in front of you. It seem childish to be playing such games like these your first day, but you enjoyed it. Enjoyed racing against time and others, the thrill of hear claps and cheers.

“You drank all of that in one go?” Alejandro says slightly surprised before turning his attention back to the people that surrounded you. “All of you! Go head out and bring in the equipment from the truck.”

People quickly scattered outside with you following along. It was quite embarrassing to be caught doing that the first day there. Outside you spotted some men that look strange to your point. They didn’t have the normal uniform on, they had more advance uniform on. You stare at them for a moment. A man with a skull mask, a mohawk man, and a man with a strange hat that made you chuckle. You turn away from then and head off to a parked truck. There you spot another man wearing a cap with the England hat on it.

“Ayuda mi aquí” (Help me here) someone says in front of you handing you a bag. “Think you can carry it?”

“..Seriously?” You say slightly annoyed as they drop the bag in your arms. “This is light..hand me a couple more. I’ll come back to get more.”

“Light? Jesus woman what are you built out of.” They say with a chuckle before handing you more bags. “Take them back to the building.”

You nod as you place the bags in your hands. They were now slightly more heavy as you walked. You stay focus not noticing people glancing over. The men you spotted earlier are now talking to Alejandro, which they immediately stop talking as Alejandro stares at you.

“..Don’t hurt yourself!” Alejandro says stopping you in your tracks. “Are you okay?”

“I’m alright sir, it’s light for me.” You respond slightly looking over at him. “It’s nothing compare to what I usually lift.”

Alejandro gives you blank stare. You walk away quickly as someone calls your name. He watches you walk with ease.

“Alejandro what’s with the new folks.” Someone asks him making him look at them. “I noticed a lot of more people since the last visit.”

“Well, I thought I could need more hands keeping Las Almas safe.” Alejandro responds. “You out of all people should know why Price. Now come on, I’ll show you all where you can stay at as my people help carry stuff in.”

You come out the building and rush over to someone who’s struggling to handle some bags. Same amount as you, they give an nervous laugh when you help them. Alejandro looks over one last time in your direction before walking away.

—

The afternoon was really slow for your liking. Nothing much to do but walk, talk and somewhat eat. It annoyed the hell out of you, as the sun became brighter and worse on you and the people near. It wasn’t helping that Rodolfo was handing out hot stew out for lunch.

“Jesus they’re going to kill us off with this heat.” Someone says looking at the stew in front of them. “It’s too fucking hot for this shit.”

“Agreed..” You mumble wiping sweat away from your forehead. “This sucks really bad..”

You stare at the stew and take a deep breath. Sure it was burning hot, it just had been made, but your body wast hungry. You held the bowl of the stew, brining it up to your lips. You started drinking it, the burning liquid going down your throat. It burned you greatly, but your body needed the food more than anything. You finally stopped at the feeling of your tongue going numb.

“..The fuck..” the person from before says looking at you. “How the hell did that not hurt?”

“Who said it didn’t.” You say tearing up, the pain setting up. “Fuck!”

You dropped the bowl and hot up. Rodolfo looks over and stares at you for a moment, the bowl was empty now, your face was red. You covered your mouth and walk away quickly to find something cold for yourself.

It was a long time until you finally ease form the burning pain. You try to put your mind elsewhere while the burning feeling went down. You notice some scraps of metal and a welding tool. You look quickly for a mask that can protect your face and stop immediately hearing Alejandro voice getting closer to the building you stood in.

“Over here is the work shop.” Alejandro says opening the door. The men from before were with him. They seem more settled down. “Soap I heard you like to mess with stuff.”

“..in a good way or bad way?” Soap says looking around the building. “Oh! Hey!”

You place the scrap metal on the floor again and give him a nervous smile. You been caught in your worst moment, you couldn’t speak, it killed you to speak. Yet you wanted to be kind to them.

“Hello..” You answered making the others notice your presence.

You look away from them as their attention dragged to you. Soap gave a big smile seeing you spoke English. Alejandro quickly look over and saw the scrap metal in front of you.

“What are you doing in here.” Alejandro says crossing his arms in front of him. “..You should be eating with the others.”

“..I wasn’t so hungry, too hot out there too.” You mumble slight nervous. “I saw this place and.. I wanted to see it.”

“ ¿Entonces el metal enfrente de ti vas a hacer algo con el?” Alejandro says kneeling down to pick it up. “no puedes hacer muchas cosas con esto. Ve y agarra el metal que está al lado de la puerta”

1(So the metal in front of you is going to do something with it?) 2(You can't do many things with this. Go and grab the metal that is next to the door.)

“El metal está bien, puedo usarlo perfectamente.” You say looking at him. “No me gusta desperdiciar... además, la metalurgia es un pequeño pasatiempo que hago.”

1(The metal is fine, I can use it perfectly.) 2(I don’t like to waste…plus metalwork is a small hobby I do.)

Alejandro nods and gets back. He looks back at the men he brought to the building. He gives a chuckle looking at their confused faces. You pick up the metal in front of you and walk away from their sight.

“What was the all about?” Price asks looking at Alejandro. “All I understood was metal.”

“She was just wanting to work with the scrap metal with have in the shop.” Alejandro says looking aviejan for you. “Let’s just move on from here I still got plenty to show you all around.”

“Wait wait. What is she going to make with the metal?” Soap says grabbing Alejandro hand. “I’m interested.”

“Johnny.” A firm husky British voice says garbing soap away. “Let’s go.”

“ Come on tell me you aren’t interested in what’s going to be made.” Soap says looking at the person. “Ghost you have to be a little interested.”

“I’m not.” Ghost says grabbing soap out the building. “Now come on we are behind.”

—

Your encounters with Alejandro became more regular. It almost seem funny to him, how many times he has seen you around. Soon enough the finally has enough of the encounters and starts suspecting your following him.

“She isn’t following you Alejandro. She’s just all over the place lately.” Rodolfo says patting Alejandro back. “Mostly because a lot of people have quit and she’s been handing some stuff.”

“Do you don’t find it strange?” Alejandro says looking over at you. “..like she’s all over the place still.”

“Your just overacting.” Rodolfo responds looking at you too. “Her name is Y/n, try talking to her. Maybe you can focus more on your job after that.”

Alejandro watches as you head off to somewhere this time he makes sure to follow you. He sees your heading into a small building were material is store. You are too focused looking for something to even realize his standing behind you.

“Where is it..” you mumble looking through a small stash of wood. “Come on..I put it here a few hours ago..”

“Put what there?” Alejandro says making you jump and look at him. “Scared you y/n?”

“When did you come in..?” You mumble looking at him. “..wait you know my name?”

“Heard it around.” He responds leaning against the wall. “So you into woodworking too?”

“..Yeah, mostly everyone is lately.” You say crossing your arms. “Anyone can do it.”

“And you do metalwork too.. along with car mechanics?” Alejandro says easing a brow at you. “So many hobbies for you.”

“..I use to have a lot of free time.” You say softly feeling slight embarrassed. “Does it bother you?”

“No it doesn’t, it.. actually it interests me.” He says with a smile locking the door. “I saw the way you look at me since the first day you came here.”

“A look of respect?” You respond quickly looking at him. “I respect people around me Colonel. Everyone should.”

“You and me dinner tonight.” He says walking up to you. “..I wanna know more.. what fires you..to be so fucking determine to anything..”

You back up but, he quickly backs you into the wall. His hand slams next you, his other hand holds your chin. Loving your reaction Alejandro gets closer to you, both your bodies pressing against each other. Slight tensions between you and him becomes noticeably worse.

“So what’s your responds señorita Y/n..” He mumbles, looking at you soft lips. “Dinner with me tonight..”

“..Sure..” You respond finally after moments of silence. “..Why not..”

His thumb gently presses on your lips. You stare at him, his dark brown eyes yearning for something. Yet you can’t understand what he really wants. He leans closer to your face, lips inches from touching, his eyes not leaving them.

“See you tonight, be at my office at ten.” He says before backing up. “Wear something formal.”

His hands leave your personal space. He walks back to the door unlocking it and leaving you in the small building. Your heart races remembering his soft hand on your chin.

“..Did that just fucking happen..” You mumble now placing your hand over your heart. “Jesus fuck..”

—

You knock at his office door, your heart is pounding out of your chest. The tight blouse wasn’t helping ether as it display more of your body features you hide under that uniform. You hear his footsteps coming closer to the door, you turn around to leave. Just as he opens the door he chuckles seeing your back instead of you face.

“Que te pasa?” He asks looking at your back. Your shoulders were tense. “Having second thoughts?”

(What’s wrong with you?)

“No!” You quickly say turning to face the man. Jesus even out of uniform he looked hot. “I.. uh..”

“I thought you would wear a dress, but this is just fine.” He says with a smile looking at your red lipstick. “The red really brings out your eyes.”

You give a small nervous smile and look away from him. All thoughts of leaving have disappeared. He holds your hand for a moment and kisses it. His other hand remains behind his back, as if he was holding something.

“Here.” Alejandro says handing you a pink pastel rose. “This rose can’t compare to your beauty.. but it looks great in your hands.”

“..Thank you..” You mumble as he smiles at you. A smile you can never get tired of seeing. “..Well this was f—“

“Let’s go, I parted a section of the base for us.” Alejandro says grabbing your hand again and dragging you down the hall with him. “I hope you like spicy food.”

“I love it!” You say with a giggle keeping up with him. “I used to cook to much spicy food for my family, but they couldn’t handle it.”

“Ah..well I cook for us.” He says looking around in the dark moonlighting. “Come, it’s not far.”

You held his hand tightly and smiled. When arriving at the small spot hidden away from sight. You gasped, there was beautiful dinner displayed, rose petals around the table and a glasses of wine served for the two of you. This man was definitely over the top for just a dinner.

“Hope it’s not too much for you.” He says pulling the seat out for you. “Here.”

You sit down and he pushes the seat in. Then takes the seat across from you. You stare at him for a moment then the rose in your hand. It was beautiful.. the moonlight made it better. He looked amazing as the rays of the moon hit his elegant face. From the hair to the clothes he looked amazing. Alejandro chuckled making you realize you been staring for too long.

“Like what you see huh?” He says in a teasing tone that makes your whole body tremble. “Tell me about yourself.”

“..I..You’re so fucking hot.” You blurt out as he spits his wine out and burst out loud. “Shit! Im sorry!”

“No no! It’s just I never met a woman so.. open about her thoughts. Especially those thoughts.” He says wiping the wine off his hand. “..Sorry I got wine all over the place.”

“I’m so sorry I said that.. I wasn’t thin—“ you say stopping at he grabs your hand in the mostly gentle way possible known to people. “..Alejandro.. sorry I..”

“Mi amor.. you’re nervous aren’t you?” He says holding your hand gently. “Because I am too, you should have seen me in my office. Walking all over the place making sure I don’t ruin the roses in your beautiful hands.”

You gave a small smile and held his hands too. This was one of the most romantic dinner you even been part of. His dark brown eyes stare into yours, he leans slightly over the table to gets closer to you. Your heart races, it has been racing for the past couple minutes but you fear this time it’s loud.. loud enough for everyone in the world to hear.

“..Ever since the first time we encounter each other I haven’t been able to focus on my work.” He says calmly rubbing his thumb on your hand. “..You done something to me señorita..”

You remain silent as this man in front of you spills his love for you. Only for you only, he has enough of leaning over the table and gets up, dragging you with him.

“..Mi amor.. be mine forever.” He says placing his hands on your face. “Please.. I’m going insane not calling you mine.”

“Si..” You mumble holding his hand and give a small giggle. “I will be yours my Alejandro..”

He wastes no time kissing you. It was long and rough passionate kiss. His hands on your waist by the time you two pulled apart. Not so far away was a group of men watching. Cheering for the new found couple in Las Almas, a new found.. love in your life.

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